#hang on. i said i'll be productive but i really really don't want to work on this script

[noxtivagus]

head in hands FINAL FANTASY

#🌙.rambles #i just. really want to listen to dedicated to moonlight already it's driving me insane #n i really want to replay ffix 🥺 i still rmb playing a lot through yk terra n pandaemonium n stuff n that ancient tree #during those brownouts hehe. i still rmb very well #i remember going upstairs n crying to myself in a corner bcs of the ending #w vivi !!!! :c n then i got infuriated too bcs i didn't realize i accidentally turned off bgm midway my game or smth #i have no idea how i didn't notice #but i was waiting for melodies of life n it didn't play 😭😭 so yeah that's how i realized. but i went back a bit tho #so i cld listen from around. hmmm i can't rlly remember but at least w behind the door & melodies of life yes #n then before ffix was ff7r i rmb apollo n i watching some ff7r stuff n cc on yt then #our dad saw n the day after he bought it :^) i love my family sm sobs #n then we used to take turns bcs only 1 ps4 then n we'd also sched like. 2 hours play n then 30 minutes rest or smth #i rmb when zack first appeared i was crying too man T_T i love video games n stories sm bcs #back then i rlly bottled my emotions even more n yk ^^ were an outlet :^) i love them so very much #OH YEAH finally finished ffxv too then 🤍 kh3 too around that time bcs. yk 2020 lockdown. a lot of switch games too #i still rmb my notes while playing those games T_T #& i rmb looking too around like. early october or even earlier i think. i was searching up a bunch of ff charas #hang on. i said i'll be productive but i really really don't want to work on this script #tmrrw i can rest though. don't rlly have much to do aside from. ah reviews on saturday i have to catch up #bcs i got sick last saturday n cldn't pay attention :c but other than that. the stuff due next week mon/tues r easy #n wed to fri no classes <3 just. have to get this bs done. i hate my group.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Firsts IV

Hardersson x Preteen!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: Your first period

You've just come home from school when you ask about it.

It was one of the rare days you went in, an English test that you couldn't miss but Magda knew you would ace. You'd only been in for half a day and one of your friend's mothers had driven you back instead of making you take the bus.

Magda's typing away at her laptop when you come in, toeing off your shoes and moving your portable phone charger from your school bag into the training bag waiting by the door.

You dip into the kitchen to grab a snack.

"Morsa?" You call.

"Hmm, yeah?" Magda doesn't take her eye off her screen.

"Where are the sanitary pads?"

"Er..." Magda has to think for a moment. She hasn't used one in a while. "Cabinet in the downstairs bathroom, I think? Why?"

You give her an odd look as you pass on your way there. "I started my period at school today."

"Oh, okay." She nods and goes back to typing.

It's only when you disappear into the bathroom, that her brain catches up with what you've said.

"What do you mean you've started your period?! Princesse? Princesse!"

You return a few minutes later. "I started my period."

"You're twelve!"

You give her another odd look, little crinkle between your brows. "I know, Morsa. I'm old enough to have one now."

Magda looks around wildly, looking for any support she can get but Pernille's still at work and it's just her with you.

"Okay," She says, more to herself than anyone else," Okay. Right, your period." Her throat bobs. "Alright, so...Periods are when-"

"Morsa, are you trying to give me the talk?"

"Listen," Magda says," I know this is going to be awkward but stay with me here. We're going to work through this together. Periods are when-"

"Morsa...I've already been given the talk."

Magda's world comes crashing down. "What do you mean you've already been given the talk?!"

"We went over it in biology," You say with a shrug," And I've already taken some painkillers." You frown. "Am I still okay to go to practice tonight?"

Magda's not keeping up at all as her mouth hangs open and she tries to equate your age with the fact that you've started your period. It didn't make sense at all.

You still slept with your plushies. You couldn't be nearly old enough to start your period, let alone rummaging around the period products without a care in the world. Magda doesn't think she's overreacting but you're being strangely calm about this all, your only worry being about if you would still be able to go to training.

"Okay," Magda says even though none of this is even remotely okay," So...You started your period at school?"

"Yeah but some of my friends had pads that I can use so it's not a big deal."

You're being so nonchalant about this that Magda is really worrying she's ended up in some alternate universe where she's being outrageously hysterical about this whole thing.

"And you've already taken some painkillers?"

"Yes."

"And you're wondering if you're allowed to go to practice today?"

"Morsa? Are you okay? You've been acting a little weird..."

"I'm not acting weird!" Magda's voice goes embarrassingly high pitched. "This is all completely fine! Better than fine! Amazing!"

The look you're giving her is clearly one of worry and you cautiously reach the back of your hand up to measure her temperature.

"What's going on?" Pernille comes in just as you place your hand on Magda's forehead.

"Morsa's acting weird," You declare," And she's not answering my questions."

"I'll answer your questions," Pernille says as she hangs up her coat and unlaces her shoes," What do you want to know?"

"Can I still go to practice even though I've started my period?"

"You've started your period? Well done, princesse. If you still want to go to practice then go. Just make sure to snack a little bit during breaks and keep drinking. Have you taken painkillers?"

You nod.

"Take some with you, just in case. Now, what's wrong with your Morsa?"

You shrug. "I don't know. She's been acting weird ever since I got back."

"Magda? Is something wrong?"

Mutely, Magda shakes her head. Pernille's being calm too. Maybe she is blowing this out of proportion.

"Just...Work stuff is a little stressful," She lies, not wanting to admit that the idea of you having started your period is stressing her out.

Thankfully, both you and Pernille seem to take that as fact.

"Well," Pernille says, turning back to you," I'll log it in my calendar and we'll start tracking them. The first few are going to be a little bit irregular so we'll see how it goes. Once they're more consistent, we'll talk about moving you onto tampons, if you want. They're a bit easier to play with."

Magda stays rooted to the sofa. She's going to have to come to terms with you starting your periods but the idea of you using tampons is a bit too big for her to cope with at the moment.

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[bunni-v1]

Aommgg

Could I request the nrc staff + grim finding out you‘re a girl (plantonic)?

Or do they all know straight from the start?

TW: None

Info: Crowley, Grim, Sam, Cruel, Trien x Reader (Platonic)

🍓Hello lovely! I didn't want to make a whole long post about this, but I do want to talk about it. I'm so glad you asked! So the staff is... made aware of the situation, obviously. But, I think I'll go a little into depth on how each member deals with this information.

Crowley knows because... well... he sees you out of the ceremonial robes before anyone else does. He handles it as well as he does every other issue he comes across. "Just cover it up!" Famously said by Crowley. He's not unkind though, he does ensure that you get the help you need and he makes sure you keep what you need hidden, well, hidden. But... he won't do more than the bare minimum unless his hand is forced. Like... with Scarabia, he pretty much threatened the whole dorm with expulsion if they so much as uttered a word to anyone but amongst themselves. He is, unsurprisingly, not a father figure to you. He's more like... you're weird quirky uncle that you like, but only in small doses.

Grim, our little guy, finds out at the same time as Crowley... and he's a little harder to convince to keep his mouth shut to start. He doesn't like you, okay, you stole his position at NRC (like he had a chance at all). With a few well-placed cans of tuna from both you and Crowley, he keeps his little rat mouth shut. However, when you're actually granted studentship as NRC? His tune changes. It changes because Crowley holds his position as a student over his head, but it changes. Not a SINGLE person will ever hear you're a woman from Grim. He can't lose this position, not after so much work to get where he's gotten to. Besides, he grows to really love you! You're family to him, and no one out family. Seriously, he's so protective of it, once Ace and Deuce figure it out they're too scared to talk because of Grim's looming presence.

Sam is the first member of Staff to find out, other than Crowley. How? Crowley's sudden interest in pads, tampons, birth control, and all the fun stuff that comes with being a woman. Sam usually would just shrug his shoulders and excuse Crowley's quirky behavior, but then you come in looking like a lost deer and he gets it. He is genuinely so nice to you though! If you ever feel unsafe on campus, you talk to Sam and he'll handle it for you, okay? Sure, he jacks up the prices on your feminine products, but it's considerably less than his normal prices. Hell, if you're short, he'll "suddenly" remember he's got a discount on those items. He's like a cool older brother, honestly. He lets you hang out in the back of the shop and do homework when you ask, and he gives you snacks at a discount when you're there!

Crewel doesn't really treat you any differently than anyone else. Admittedly though, he's fond of you, even if you're a troublemaker. When you come into his class on your first day in a uniform six times too big for you, he feels pity for you. You didn't ask to be here, and now you have to wear that atrocious old uniform? You poor little pup. He's not exactly easy on you, but he's more understanding of your mistakes. Eventually, after you get to know him better, he offers to get you a nicer uniform and also privately tutor you. This is his excuse for keeping you busy so that you don't have as many chances to get found out, and it's also because you are horrifically failing his class and it looks bad on him.

Trien treats you the most differently out of everyone on staff. The SECOND he found out you were a girl and were being forced to hide that fact for Crowley's sake? Oh my god, grandpa was PISSED. Crowley got an EARFUL after that meeting. This man makes it his mission to make your stay as comfortable as he possibly can make it because sevens know Crowley won't be doing SHIT. After he meets you? Oh my god, you remind him of his own girls when they were little. He absolutely adores you, and everyone can tell. It's so odd to the other students because he clearly favors you, and when they ask you about it you've got no clue. He is your dad here at NRC, as out of character as that might be. You are a young woman lost in a world that is not kind to you going through so much more than you need to. He doesn't want to add more to your plate. You can come to him for anything and he will provide as best as he can.

Vargas (I'm sorry for forgetting about him lol) is a lot like Crewel in the fact that he doesn't treat you too differently from his other students. You're still made to push yourself to your upper limits for gym, still expected to keep up with your peers, and still expected to meet his general expectations. However, if it's way too much for you to do, out of fear of Crowley and Trien breathing down his neck, he'll lessen your load. Otherwise, he doesn't really have much chance to be around you outside of class. He finds you amusing and knows you've got a good head on your shoulders, but that's about it from him.

#bunni babbles 🍓 #twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #bunni's treats 🧁 #x reader #crowley x reader #sam x reader #trein x reader #mozus trein #twst crewel #crewel x reader #twst crowley #twst sam #twst grim #vargas x reader #twst vargas

[copperbadge]

One of the things I used to do when I was having creative difficulties was to declare a moratorium on creation -- say to myself, "Well, you're blocked or frustrated with everything. Maybe no more writing for the rest of the month," and then no matter what, I would commit to doing no more writing until the set date. I was just giving myself permission to take a little space without guilt, but once I'm not allowed to create, I tend to want to, so it's often been not just restful but rejuvenating. I have other coping methods that I've built, so I haven't had to do it in a long time, but apparently it still works.

The last two weeks have been a lot of travel, socializing and work, and I haven't had a ton of time or space to myself. It's been for good reasons, and overall very positive, but I've done essentially no fiction writing, especially since before that I was getting Royals/Ramblers out the door and pulling the Omnibus V2 together. But this morning I sat down before the day really began and realized I did actually want to write. I didn't get to actually do much because R and baby U woke up and I wanted to cook breakfast and hang out with them, but at least I wanted to write, and had a vague idea of how to attack it.

Life keeps feeling unreal -- I keep thinking something's profoundly off, and then realizing yeah, I've been putting my entire normal existence on hold for weeks on end. Even when I've been in Chicago I've been sick and work's had some unusual challenges, and there have been a few novel personal life events. A lot of what I have done has also been laced with an anxiety I don't normally have to deal with, for one reason or another.

Tomorrow are the last few hurdles -- I have to get to the airport and I have a non-direct flight to Chicago for the first time in over a decade, which are always stressful. Once I'm home, it's just the usual travel recovery: laundry, cooking, reassuring kitties. I have to get through the rest of the week's work, but at least there's nothing too intensive. The weekend is mainly free, though I'm going to try and see if I can see a few people socially and do some shopping for a party I'm throwing the following weekend.

It does feel like the hits keep coming, like this hectic pace is just my life now, but I know that I'll be home, with time and resources I haven't had in a while, and things will slowly ease up. I was telling myself I had to hold on until April 10th, and really it's going to be more like the end of April before silence truly descends, but at least after tomorrow I'll have time to write and finally the motivation as well.

I do feel sometimes like there was a "normal" that I had established which started slowly vanishing after the ADHD diagnosis, and I'm not sure I'm equipped to build a new one in the same way. That said, I'm sure I'll settle back into a groove once I'm sleeping in my own bed for more than two nights running.

It feels like the space I had carved in the world for myself now doesn't quite fit me anymore. It's a neutral kind of sensation -- not comfortable, but not painful, and equally not very productive. But it's not like I evaporate if I don't figure it out immediately, I suppose.

[yelenasdiary]

Hey, I saw you wanted ppl to request some drabbles, and if that was something you still wanted, how about yn works in retail, but in a store that has the only brand of mac and cheese yelena likes, so finding out its sold out, but not wanting to see this attractive woman sad, yn asks for her details so she can call when they get some in. Which in turn she keeps the whole stock that comes in and calls yelena, and yelena wanting to thank her by asking her out. Bonus for a Fanny cameo? is this okay?

Drabble || Just For You

Pairing: Yelena Belova x Reader (Platonic)

Summary: When a new customer quickly becomes a regular to buying out as many boxes of the store's Mac n Cheese has you intrigued so when the store has none left, the blonde is disappointed she'll miss out on her favourite snack, until you assure her that next stock is all hers.

Fluff

Warnings: None, this isn't corrected or proof read. | 1K

AC: I love this so much!! Thank you for sending it!! I hope you enjoy this x

You saw the disappointment on her face as she made her way towards you at the check-out. You greeted her with a soft smile when she placed her items down.

"Hi, how are you today?" you asked as you grabbed one of the cans of dog food and scanned it. The woman sighed, "I see you're out of Mac n cheese" she replied.

"Yeah, unfortunately we sold the last few boxes in the lunch rush" you said, scanning her next item and placing it into a paper bag for her. The blonde comes in every few weeks and likes to buy at least eight boxes of Mac n cheese, it was very clear it was one of her favourite meals and the sadness on her face told you she was really looking forward to ending her day with a bowl of her favourite food.

"But, hey, I tell you what. I've seen you in here a few times so why don't you leave your name and number and when our stock delivery arrives in a few days I'll make sure you're the first person to get their hands on it" you added.

The green eyed woman's face lit up, she smiled, "You'd do that? for me?" she said, her Russian accent coming in thick.

"Of course. You're like the only person I have ever seen that buys more than two boxes of it" you replied making the two of you to chuckle before you handed her a piece of scrap paper and a pen. She wrote down her details while you scanned the rest of her items.

"That'll be $15.68" you smiled once more as she handed you back the paper and pen, "Yelena" you read, looking up at her.

"Y/n" she replied, looking at your name badge, you chuckled, "It's finally nice to put a name to such a beautiful face" you said. Your compliment took Yelena back for a moment, "well, it's not every day a beautiful check out worker wants to take my name and number" she replied, her cheeks slightly red. She paid for her items and thanked you for being so kind.

----

"Y/n, could you please more the new stock so it's ready for stacking" your manager asked just as you finished up checking out the last customer in your line. "Sure, I just need a quick toilet break first" you replied before making your way to the employee bathroom.

You pulled out the piece of paper Yelena wrote her name and number down on and began to punch in her number into your phone. It rang a few times before you were greeted with her thick Russian accent.

"Yelena speaking" she answered.

"Hi, Yelena, it's Y/n. We got our stock in today and I am about to get it ready for stacking. If you're free, did you want to come down and pick up the boxes?"

"Hey, of course! Fanny and I are just on our daily walk, we'll be there in 10 minutes or so"

"Sounds awesome, please tell me Fanny is your dog" you chuckled.

"What else would I be walking?" Yelena replied, "we'll see you soon" she added before hanging up.

You had just finished up stacking a product when you saw Yelena walking towards you, "You made it" you smiled, unsure why you even made that comment. She smiled softly, "yeah, you should've seen the crap I had to put up with before walking through the door" she chuckled, making you blush.

"You must be pretty hungry then" you replied, "I've saved you a few boxes, come with me" you added. Yelena couldn't help but noticed the newly stocked section of Mac n cheese that reminded her how excited she was to finally get her hands on her favourite snack. You led her into the backroom, the manger was on lunch so you knew you were safe.

"So, I'm not sure if you have a car or anything but by box, I mean I saved you a whole crate" you turned on your heels, smiling at the blonde. Yelena's eyes widened, "you saved me a whole crate?" she asked, just to be sure.

"Yeah! I may or may not have noticed how much you like this brand and considering we are the one of the only stores that sell it in the city, I thought why not give you enough to keep you going! Oh, and you'd be saving money" you replied excitingly.

Yelena's smile only grew bigger, "I guess I'll have to call my sister, I don't think Fanny will approve of pulling this bad boy home" she replied with a chuckle.

----

A few days had past and you were just about to clock out, serving the last customer in your checkout when Yelena had walked in. "I didn't think I'd see you back here so soon" you greeted her with a smile as you began to tidy up your check out.

Yelena chuckled, "don't worry, I'm not here for more Mac n cheese" she replied.

"I'm glad! I would be a little concerned if you were! What can I help you with?" You asked.

"Are you busy after your shift?" she asked. You shook your head, "nope, just going home and hitting the gym a little later" you replied.

"How do you feel about skipping gym and maybe having dinner with me?" Yelena asked. You paused and looked up at her, smiling softly, "I've skipped the gym for the last three days, what's another day going to do?" you replied, causing Yelena to smile.

"Great! I'll let you finish up and I'll meet you outside with Fanny" she spoke before slowly walking towards the entrance.

Once you had finished tidying up and gathering your things from your locker, you met Yelena outside where she waited with her dog, Fanny, sitting by her feet. The dog wagged her tail as she greeted you, "she's adorable! what's her name again?" you asked, giving the pup at good pat.

"Fanny" Yelena replied, you didn't question the slightly odd name choice. "How do you feel about loaded hot dogs and a walk through the park?" Yelena asked.

"This is going to sound a little odd but I have been craving one of them all day!" you smiled.

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[ofstarsandvibranium]

To Have & To Hold: Part 4

Fandom: Marvel - Moon Knight (Mafia AU)

Pairing: Marc Spector x F!Reader, Steven Grant x F!Reader, Jake Lockley x F!Reader

Summary: To ensure you’re always safe even after his passing, your father, a mob boss, makes you marry his right hand, Marc Spector. You don’t necessarily hate Marc, but you don’t get along either. Therefore, this marriage of convenience may be a bit difficult for you.

Series Masterlist

Marc is leaning against the passenger door of his car and typing on his phone when you come out. When he hears you approaching, he looks up. He immediately pockets his phone and opens the door for you.

"Thanks," you give him a small smile before sliding in. He gives you a nod before he shuts the door. He swiftly moves to the driver side, getting in, and starting the car.

"You're okay with me coming to your charity meeting?"

You shrug, "Do I have a choice?" you look at your lap, fiddling with your shirt.

"I don't have to go with you. Your dad won't know. I can go fuck off somewhere and you let me know when you're done. I'll pick you up and you give me a brief summary of what you discussed in the meeting."

You shook your head, "It's fine. We need to be seen with each other more often so.."

"Right," Marc mumbles and starts the drive to where your meeting is being held.

_________________________

"You're building a facility?" Marc asks in shock as you and he exit his car.

"Well, technically the building was already here, we're just doing some refurb on it. Make it more modern."

The building was an old recreation center. It was falling apart and, due o budget cuts, the city couldn't afford to fix it up. Then you appeared, wanting to help and provide a fun, new places for the local kids to hang out in.

"So you said at dinner that your organization provides classes and clubs for low-income youth?"

"Yup, that's right!"

"How come you wanna help so bad?" he looks at you so inquisitively as he follows you into the building.

You stop in front of a conference room, "I want to give the kids options. Let them find their passions so they don't end up in the streets getting involved with bad people, bad things."

Marc lets out a snort, "And ironically, you're the daughter of a man who recruits kids like that."

"Exactly why I want to prevent it. Growing up, I've seen the kids who get roped into his shit. It's not good. I love my dad, but I know he's not a good man. He's in too deep that the only way he could get out is dying. Me? I was raised around it all, but I refused to get involved. Me working on this organization and this facility is me trying to at least payback for my father's sins."

Marc reaches out and rests a hand on your arm, "We're not our parents. Despite the environment you grew up in, seeing how you turned out, it's clear you're not your father. You have a lot more heart and compassion. You really live up to your nickname, Sunshine."

You playfully roll your eyes at him, "Thanks, Marc." You proceed to open the door to reveal a small group of people, "Alrighty, let's get this show on the road!"

________________

Your meeting was very productive. More and more people from the community wanted to get involved in your organization and it was so exciting!

You watch as the small group of board members exit the building, waving at all of them. Then there were too.

"Well that was very...informative."

You turn back to Marc, whom was leaning against the threshold of the conference room. You smirk at him, "Don't think I didn't see you yawn a few times in that corner of yours."

He gives you a sheepish grin, "Too be fair, I didn't get much sleep."

"My dad have you do some stuff for him?"

"Yeah," is all that he says, but you were curious.

"What kind of stuff?" you tilt your head in curiosity.

He shrugs, "The usual."

"Like...?"

"For someone who doesn't want to get involved in this stuff, you sure do wanna know a lot," he gives you a playful look and you roll your eyes at him.

"Please, I know a lot about this business, I just choose not to get myself involved. But, I suppose it's inevitable. I'm marrying you and you'll be taking my dad's place. Luck of the draw, I guess," you give a shrug, heading back into the room to grab your things.

"Do you wanna grab brunch? I didn't get to eat anything before my dad called me to the estate."

Marc looks at you with concern, "You couldn't told me you didn't eat. I could've stopped at a place on the way over here or ordered something for deliv-"

You placed your hand on Marc's cheek, "Relax. It's no big deal." You give his cheek a pat and walk past him, "Close the door for me, please."

Walking towards the exit of the building, you don't see Marc softly smiling to himself.

"Oooohh I see that smile," Steven teases Marc.

"Shut up," Marc mumbles to himself.

______________________

"What do you have for me?" the man sits at his desk, the lights in his office dim. He doesn't look up from the files he's reading over.

His follower stood in front of his desk, slightly nervous, "His daughter is set to marry his right hand. They're starting to be seen a lot together."

The man in the chair darkly chuckles, "Well that'd just amazing news," he clasps his hands together, "We'll have to send her flowers. Go pick out a bouquet for her. Something that's an explosion of color."

#marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #jake lockley x reader #marvel #au #marvel au #mob boss au #mob au #mafia au

[thatfreshi]

"Unlucky Draw" (Uni AU p. 15)

There's finally some fluff guys!!!!!!!!!

tw - anxiety, discussion of weed

Since Halsin's little break-up escapade happened, you actually do get the chance to see Astarion later that night. As of recent, he's been throwing himself into his thesis project more and more, to the point where most of your time hanging is spent with him looking through books and asking 'do you think this sounds right?'

"You know you can take a break, right?"

"I could, you're right, but then I'd just be wasting time. And I'm not allotted much time to work on this."

The two of you are comfortably sprawled across his mattress, like teenagers at a sleepover. You roll over and shut his laptop.

"C'mon, you've been staring at that paper for like two hours."

"And what else should I do, my darling Tav? Maybe stare at the ceiling in silence? Or scroll mindlessly on my phone until I don't feel like moving anymore?"

"Ugh, no! I don't know, take a coffee break. You're probably not going to sleep anyways."

Your best friend almost looks peaceful like this, wrapped in a cozy sweater and sweatpants, always wearing long socks because he gets cold too easily. You find yourself lingering on the thought longer than normal, wishing he could feel that comfortable warmth all the time, wondering it might be like to share in it.

"Tav, are you listening? God, maybe we should just stare at the ceiling in silence."

"Sorry, just spacing out. What were you saying?"

"I was saying, how I should probably cut back on the caffeine."

"Really? Astarion Barista Ancunín, are you turning your back on your beloved espresso machine?"

"Look, I'm not happy about it, but I've been far too anxious as of late. My nerves are on fire constantly, jumping at every little noise I hear. It's irritating, to say the least."

"I thought being caffeinated was how you dealt with the insomnia though?"

"Oh it very much is, which will become a problem soon enough, but I just can't be this nervous constantly."

It's something that you've definitely noticed, how quiet and fidgety he's become recently.

"You considered smoking weed? I know Gale says it helps him zen out, especially when it comes to art stuff."

"Nope, makes me paranoid."

"Damn, unlucky draw I guess."

"You're telling me. I smoked one time back in high school, couldn't sleep for hours, kept thinking someone was out to get me or something."

You start to get lost in the peace of the moment again, the fact that you're able to talk about shit that doesn't matter, how the light from the bedside lamp hits his eyes just right...

"Are you alright? You seem, out of it."

"Sorry, just thinking about what Halsin said to me."

"I can't believe he just broke things off like that, without a reason."

You swallow hard.

"He, he said it's because he thinks you like me? And that he doesn't want to get in the way of that?"

There's silence for a moment, that you jump to fill.

"But that's not true right? We're just friends, I don't know where he would've gotten that idea from."

"Right, I don't know either... sounds like you dodged a bullet with him."

"Yeah, probably so."

God, has he always looked like this? Damn Halsin, damn all those things he said, damn Gale for even playing into it. You remind yourself that Astarion's right, that this doesn't need to get any more complicated than it already is, that he has enough on his plate.

"Now, am I allowed to go back to my thesis now? Or do I need to have more mandatory break time?"

You playfully sigh.

"I guess you can do productive things or whatever."

"Well, in that case would you like to come read what I have?"

"I'll look at it, but you have the cool narrator voice, you have to read it to be like a professional author."

He rolls his eyes, and you go to sit next to him, looking at the thousands of words he's typed at this point. Astarion starts to read it out loud, editing tiny things as he goes, forever a little perfectionist. After a while, the voice becomes too soothing, and you fall asleep there next to him, letting your head hit his shoulder.

"Tav?"

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees you knocked out, clearly exhausted. He doesn't stop reading though, worried if he does that he'll somehow ruin the sleep he's let you stumble into. So he spends the rest of the night rereading out loud and talking to himself, occasionally asking you things that you don't answer. After many hours pass, and the wee hours of the morning arrive, along with the clock turning to say five AM, he puts his laptop aside, and asks you one final question.

"Why do you insist on pulling my heartstrings the way you do?"

And it falls on your sleeping ears, never truly getting through.

#baldur's gate 3 #astarion #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #fluff #x reader #freshiau #gale of waterdeep #halsin

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for insisting my roommate not get me a Christmas present/WIBT if I insist even more?

🎁 so I can find this later!

TLDR WIBTA if I insist harder than I already have that my (unaware of being transphobic) roommate not get me a gift for Christmas, since my being autistic and nonbinary may complicate things?

Sorry for the long one, there's a lot of context going into this.

I (18X) am a college freshman and am rooming with a person I didn't know beforehand. Our rooming situation is weird, so neither of us had talked to each other at all before moving in. I'll call her S (18F).

S is a very big gift-giver; it's her love language. She's gotten me a couple things in the past and has wanted me to try things so she can see if they'd make for good gifts. The problem is, I'm more on the masc side of being nonbinary, as well as the fact that I have low-intensity ASD, so usually the stuff she would want to get me (skin care, makeup, etc) is never exactly my style (most notably, she wanted me to see how a skin cream felt and I ended up complaining a bit too much, embarrassingly, before realizing that it was rude and assuring her that I appreciated the gesture, which I think helped her feel a little bit better) (another add-on, she knows I'm nonbinary, but still refers to me as a girl and uses she/her for me, which is why she keeps wanting me to try feminine products. I've played it off as not caring because I'm low key a little scared of her lol (in the way that anxious people are scared of confident people))

Because of said confidence, she tends to dominate conversations, and I'm always happy to listen, as someone who doesn't talk much myself. Because of this, I know she loves plushies and has a history with them, so for Christmas a couple weeks ago I ordered her a plushie online and snuck it into our dorm for her to find, and she ended up loving it.

Thing is, as she told me this, she said she was going to get something once she went home for the break. Apparently it's going to be expensive, too, since she joked that she told her mom to prepare for an expensive purchase beforehand.

I insisted that she not get me the gift, and that I didn't need one, but she is incredibly stubborn about it and was set in her ways of getting me one.

This is very nice of her obviously, and I appreciate the gesture, but.. I genuinely don't like being given gifts. If it's a mutually-discussed thing before-hand, sure, but most of the time gifts are a no-go. I don't exactly like giving gifts and I dislike being given gifts even more. There's way too much unpredictability, and because of my ASD, whenever I get a gift I don't like, I end up complaining about it without thinking, before realizing it's rude and assuring the person that I really do appreciate it. I've tried working on this before, but it's something I can't help— it literally happens without me thinking. As well as that, I only really knew what she'd liked because I actively listened to her a lot and spent over two months using the information I had gathered on her to get her the perfect gift. I am awful about this, since I'm very bad at coming up with gifts for people and this process— taking multiple months just to figure out what to get her— is the best I can do. I'd much rather hang out with people and buy stuff for them on the town, like paying for a dinner or sweets or whatever. The only reason I went through all of this for her is because 1 I appreciate her trying to be nice to me despite the fact that I am literally the type of person she'd bully in high school, 2 it's Christmas, and 3 it feels like I'm repaying her for trying to buy me all this stuff

So her getting me this gift just.. wouldn't sit right with me. I'm terrified of her getting me something I won't like and complaining about it before I can even think because of my ASD, and it'd feel like a massive debt to repay that'd eat at me forever. Plus, despite trying her best to respect my identity, she.. doesn't really know how transphobic she is, and I'm worried she might get me something very cutesy feminine that'd either make me 1 act uncomfortable or 2 lie to her and reaffirm her beliefs that I'm just female-lite. So, this is where my problem lies. WIBTA if I insist harder for her to not get me a present, despite it being her love language?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[animentality]

Oh my GOD, the drama that's going on at my work...

So as some of you know, I've been getting bullied by my boss, let's call her Margaret because she's like Margaret Thatcher.

A Grade A bitch.

So Margaret will give me instructions that are wildly unclear, contradictory, or vague.

I'll give you an example.

We have a project that's basically comparing policy guidance from across different federal agencies with our own, so that we can incorporate their best language into our department's policy documents.

I wrote up a word document with policy analyses for all of our chosen examples.

Margaret said, I don't like this. I can't use it. I can't read it. Change it to Microsoft excel and make it like a checklist.

So I'm like alright, makes sense, my bad.

I do that.

She then complains that it's too much like a checklist and what she wanted was a detailed analysis that she could use.

Also that she can't read excel spreadsheets because there are..."too many words."

...

So. Yeah. Too many words, huh?

So I'm like...ok...but I already did that.

And she says, no you didn't, also I asked you to focus on finishing your analyses of all the departments, not to worry about the format. The format doesn't matter.

But here's the thing right.

The FORMAT MATTERS.

SHE LITERALLY TOLD ME TO CHANGE IT BECAUSE OF HOW MUCH THE FORMAT MATTERS.

And she's starting to go off and she's beginning to yell at me here...in front of any entire team of people...and I just had to cut her off, because if I don't, she's just gonna rant at me for an hour and then hang up and neither of us will have what we want, ie, she won't have the product she's imagining (which doesn't exist apparently bc she contradicted her own wishes), and I won't have the guidance I need to make the product.

So I interrupt her and say I already did that. The analysis is done. Now it's just the format that matters.

Now, she's very angry about the interruption, because she CONTINUES to just bulldoze right over me and keep talking...

And my supervisor, let's call her Sarah, then explodes and says, "Let him talk! He's trying to explain to you what he did and you're not letting him defend himself!"

And audience.

Fellow countrymen...

I would kill for Sarah, I really would.

I was so happy to have someone speak up for me.

But anyway.

So we finish the meeting, although it's very icy and very angry.

And then Sarah calls me immediately.

And she says oh my god I'm so sorry about that, what was that BS?

And I'm like...I'm like so happy to have someone on my side that I just say thank you for standing up for me there.

And she goes into this wild ass, amazing rant and she DISHED, BOYS AND GALS AND NONBINARY PALS.

APPARENTLY, Margaret has bullied every single contractor she's EVER had.

The guy she keeps telling me to defer to?

She tried to FIRE HIS ASS like a month ago.

The guy she keeps saying is like a godsend because he's sooo helpful?

She tried to fire him in his first month.

She was also apparently so hated at her last office that she had to leave because she wasn't getting any respect. She's been shunted all over the department because no one can stand working with her.

She has such poor interpersonal skills and fails so hard at communicating that she literally has clashed with every single member of her team.

And she hates me because I'm harder to bully.

Because I know what the fuck I'm talking about and I don't let her beat me down with her backwards ass contradictory logic.

And here's the spicy drama...

Apparently when Sarah interrupted her earlier...she literally texted HER BOSS, let's call her Laura...to complain that Sarah and I are "working together" and "conspiring" against her.

because "Kai was contradicting himself and when I tried to call him out on it, he INTERRUPTED me and then Christine ENCOURAGED him to and I just thought you should know."

And I find that really fucking funny.

Because she complained to her boss...who immediately sent THAT SCREENSHOT TO THE SAME PERSON SHE WAS COMPLAINING ABOUT.

So YEAH Margaret. We ARE conspiring against you.

But you don't have any allies, as evidenced by the fact that complaining to your boss literally made her roll her eyes and say ah Margaret is at it again...to the same person that Margaret is bitching about.

Anyway.

Totally insane.

Sarah told me, you're very professional and reasonable and sweet, and honestly, I feel protective of you because you're the youngest member of the team and I know that working with Margaret might make you feel like you never want to work again...but you're honestly very good at your job and I won't let Margaret fire you...

And I was really floored by the show of loyalty...

I also laughed because she said, I don't mind taking the heat from Margaret. What's she gonna do, fire me? (She doesn't work for Margaret and is sort of lateral to her position anyway).

I'd like to see her try.

And anyway.

Anyway that was the beginning of my crazy day.

Honestly I'm just smiling.

I've never had a supervisor stick up for me as much as Sarah and I'd love to keep working for her...it's just a shame if she can't keep me from being fired by the madwoman that leads our team.

I hope she'll let me know if Margaret decides to fire me because I dared using Microsoft excel in her presence again...

I'm so sorry that when you work for the government, you sometimes have to read things...

So sorry. But what do you want me to do about it?

Why hire a writer if you're scared of reading?

#personal #work

[xelasrecords]

Thank You for the Food

Han Jumin x Reader

Living alone is fun and liberating until you fall sick and there's no one to ask for help when you're too tired to cook or fetch your own food. This is a lighthearted wintry story for anyone who needs a holiday pick-me-up.

In Another Story, when Jumin texts you "text denied", you can get a heart from him if you reply with "denial denied". That's when I know this man got verbal sparring potential, which is to say, my kind of man. The banter here is 100% powered by that.

Words: 3.5k

Masterlist Read on AO3

Jumin likes you. You don't know this yet, and perhaps his feelings haven't grown that deep to be labelled as love, but he has a very strong inclination towards you.

Jumin wants to do almost everything for you. You're an important member of the RFA, as he likes to remind you, so he wants to cook for you when you fall sick. It's a reasonable thing to do, so please don't read too much into this.

Jumin is atrocious at cooking. His list of experiences consists of making instant pancakes, and that's it, really.

But it's late and he's here after a hectic work day, arranging the steaming soup he'd personally packed from home on your dining table. He's here, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up, winter coat hung by the door, concern knitted into his face. He's here, standing as awkward as the bare Christmas tree in the room that you haven't had the chance to decorate, but you don't feel uncomfortable because he's here. He's here, he's here.

Your heart makes way for him.

Jumin sets down a spoon by your hand. "Is your headache persisting? If you need to see a doctor, I can refer you to a specialist in the area."

You shake your head. "It's fine, I just need to rest. I'm only like this because I overworked myself. The holiday season is always rough. And yes," you say, holding up a hand before he could protest, "I've taken a break from work." If you don't stop him in time, you know you'd be subjected to a slew of nagging, fully backed up with scientific research.

"How about your fever?" Jumin asks while sliding into the chair opposing you. After a beat, he leans across the table with an arm stretched out. "May I?"

It's an opportunity to engage in physical contact with Jumin, and you are an opportunist when it comes to him. Your hand reaches for his and presses it to your forehead. Your skin burns against his cold palm, but the fault isn't entirely on your fever.

Jumin stands up immediately and places his other hand on the side of your neck. "Your temperature is still very high. Are you sure you can take care of yourself like this?"

You give him a pointed look. "If it's low I'd be a corpse."

"If it's lower you'd be normal."

"Are you saying I'm abnormal, strange, odd, peculiar, et cetera?"

"I'm referring to your current biological state. Only with a healthy body, you can function with optimal productivity." Jumin is very determined to share his wisdom. "If you'd like a caretaker…" he trails off, frowning. "Actually, I'm available to stay over if you need me to," he enunciates his offer carefully, letting it hang like a question.

Though every cell in your body screams in agreement, you set your hopes aside. He could have meant nothing by it. He could have only been extending his hospitality as a friend, nothing more.

His hands are still on you for longer than necessary.

"I'll decide based on how good your masterpiece tastes." It was a safe answer. As you shift your attention to the soup in front of you, Jumin pulls back, seemingly too aware of what he has let happen.

The soup is still hot, its swirling steam brushing your face. It has a muddy texture and a stuffy aroma with a note of coarseness, which you doubt it's how it's supposed to smell, but you're willing to give Jumin the benefit of the doubt.

"Masterpiece? Well, I suppose it is." He straightens his vest and slides back into his chair. "My chef said ginseng chicken soup is an effective remedy to fever, so I would have to thank him later."

"Wait." Your mouth hangs open, spoon hovering. "This is supposed to be chicken soup?"

"Yes."

You blink. "Then where's the chicken?"

"I burned it." Jumin clasps his fingers on the table. "I didn't have time to boil another one, but I'm sure its essence has seeped into the broth. Chicken essence also has medicinal qualities, I heard."

"Medicinal," you echo. Perhaps you should retract the benefit you extended to him.

Jumin gives you a confident nod and you smile hesitantly, raising the spoon as a cheer then take a sip. Then fight back a cough. Then fight to keep your expression straight.

Not to be dramatic, but it tastes like death. Did Jumin pour the entire ocean tainted by factory waste into this soup?

His creation should be on the Guinness record. It's a miracle how it can be excruciatingly salty and bitter with none of the usual earthy sweetness from the ginseng. This is best served for your worst enemies, except you aren't sure if your current worst enemy is the soup or Jumin. If he told you this is an elaborate plot to worsen your health to prevent you from returning to your hellish routine, you would probably believe it.

It would be an insult to thank the chef for this.

But Jumin's watching you eagerly and you can't bear to stomp on his spirit, so despite how your stomach is very much stomping in protest, you force a wide grin. "It's very unique and flavourful! I can still taste the chicken on my tongue. It's like its poor burnt soul had never left the pot. The power of phantom chicken, truly." You cover your mouth, attempting to hide a cough. "Did you follow the exact recipe?"

Jumin seems relieved at your reaction. "Actually, I took some liberties. I may be a beginner, but it would be boring if I followed the chef's instructions precisely, so I put my own twist and innovated a brand new dish."

This innovation could invent a new illness in people.

"Wow, I didn't know you're creative too. Good for you!" You can feel your grin evolving into a wince, so you quickly scoop more soup into your mouth. Better finish it fast than let it grow cold. Who knows how it would taste then.

"May I give it a try? I'm curious how it managed to warrant such high praise from you," he asks.

Your throat is as rough as asphalt when you croak, "You didn't try when you made this?"

"I was rushing to get to you. As you already know, I'm good in all my endeavours, so I was confident this would turn out well." Jumin sits back with arms crossed, a smug smile tugging his lips. "It appears that once again, I'm right."

Look where over-the-top lying and grade-A bullshitting got you.

"No," you briskly say.

His smile turns into a frown. "No?"

"No! You're not suggesting we share a spoon, are you? That'd be unhygienic."

"Surely you have another spoon at home?" He looks around the kitchen and sees the cutlery rack. "Oh, it's there. Please sit down, don't exert yourself. I can get it on my own."

As Jumin walks towards the rack, you quickly jump off your chair while ignoring the pounding headache that follows. "Jumin, wait." You grab at his arm desperately. "You made that soup for me, yes? That means it's mine to finish. Don't even think about stealing my food."

He turns to you almost just as fast. "Don't jump like that. Are you all right?" He holds you by your shoulders, grey eyes flitting up and down to examine you. Only when he's reassured of your wellbeing that he relaxes. "I find it surprising that you don't want to share food. When have you changed?"

"Since you made that soup with your whole heart." You motion at the bowl beside you. "It's mine, all right?" Without waiting, you swipe it off the table and try to gulp down the rest.

Keyword: try.

It's a fantastically failed attempt. They say the more you grow, the more you know yourself. Well, it's true. The questionable things you'd do for a crush know no bounds. Turns out, it's you who deserves an award for being the best fool in love.

You're about to finish when you begin to choke, and what a sight it is. You, trying to dial back the coughing to a minimum to avoid spreading the virus and embarrassment, yet visibly cringing from swallowing the contents. Jumin, his whole body frigid in alarm before switching the bowl out of your grasp with a glass of water, which you gratefully gulp down.

So much for pretension.

"Okay, fine, it's horrible," you give in, tears blurring your sight. Would it be too much to declare your taste buds to be damaged?

Jumin's expression is a slow-motion picturesque of horror. "You lied to me."

"I can't mock your hard work to your face," you hurriedly say. "I love the, um, texture? It's soupy. Transported me to the seaside. Very refreshing."

If the seaside is engulfed by a tsunami, that is.

"Soup is supposed to have the texture of soup," he says.

"It could've gone worse! It could've been so lumpy it's chewy."

Jumin looks affronted. "Has the fever gone to your head? What kind of liquid is chewable?"

The salt has.

"The fever is in my head. And in my other body parts. Don't you know how fever works?" You cross your arms. "And, insinuating me of delirium and therefore incapable of forming coherent thoughts just because I'm slightly sick only makes you sound all the more condescending. Maybe your soup has transformed me. Maybe your soup has dissolved my brain into mush. Maybe your power of cooking has transcended science."

"Then stop eating it if you hate it so much. Just how bad could it be?" Jumin fetches a spoon from the cutlery rack and tries it himself.

To no one's surprise and probably Jumin's only, he instantly sputters it out. You watch him. Then, with an attitude fuelled by a hundred I-told-you-so's, you calmly pass him a glass of water.

"Why," he gasps, "would you put your body through this? This is inedible."

You pat the edge of his lips with a tissue—a wonderful disguise to touch him again—and decide to test him. "Why do you think?"

"If you're doing this to spare my feelings, you're only wasting your energy. I don't get easily offended and I'm excellent at receiving feedback. I would've improved this soup if you had told me the truth."

You wrestle the bowl out of his hand and place it on the table. "Jumin, from the bottom of my heart, I'm begging you not to do anything more to it. Ever heard of what doing the same thing over and over again while expecting a different result means?"

"The very definition of improvement means implementing different methods to make it better."

"Not when those methods have one thing in common: you."

"You seem to have lost your pleasantries, but I'll excuse it since you're ill," says Jumin, tone totally pleasant.

"Do you know how aggravating you can be?" you retort, not at all pleasant.

Jumin nods solemnly. "I've heard Zen accusing me with more colourful insults. It also appears that Assistant Kang often shares his opinion." Then he puts on a neutral expression so carefully crafted that you know it's anything but. It's an expression designed to boast. "Of course, I'm one of a kind. It's natural that not everyone can get along with me. It'd be a privilege to gain my courtesy."

And yet here you are in my house. "I wouldn't say it's a privilege to be personally poisoned by you."

Jumin grunts. "That's not what you implied when you doled out those high compliments."

"If you'd read into the subtext, you'd know I wasn't praising you." You pick up the bowl again and sigh. "Let's move on to something else after I finish this."

"Are you serious?"

You mimic his deadpan tone the best you can, "I'm always serious."

"So now you drink poison."

You shrug. "You said it, not me."

This time, Jumin touches you first. His fingers splay out on your arm, halting you from doing another stupid thing. As you proclaimed earlier: the best fool in love.

"Pardon me if I still can't comprehend why you're so adamant to finish that," he says. "Unless you're trying to prove that the fever has infected your brain?"

You aren't going to let Jumin push you to confess first. Not when you're in your worst shape, complete with ashen lips and bird-nest hair from lying in bed the whole day. Your nightmare before Christmas has arrived too soon.

"Are you asking because you really have no idea or are you looking for confirmation?"

Jumin tilts his head. "What are you insinuating?"

"Don't play coy, Jumin."

"I'm not playing anything. It would be cruel to play with a sick person."

Sometimes, a person could get a sharp zing of epiphany and it would feel like this is it, this is what you're meant to do. And sometimes, that moment comes when the man who stirs up a flurry of emotions in you is so infuriating that it has become your new mission to make him confess first.

The visit, the food, the dancing around the truth. They all click. The fever has not gone to your head.

Who visits a random woman's place on a freezing night, during peak season at work, when the said woman is only felled with a mild illness, nothing medication and rest can't cure?

Not Jumin.

"Let me ask you one thing. Why are you here?" you prod.

Jumin looks at you as if it's something you should already know. A common answer to a common question. "You need to eat a proper meal and no one's around to take care of you. I'm not going to let you drag yourself out for food when it's a blizzard outside."

Glancing out the window where snow is falling rapidly, you won't deny that trudging alone in that weather would be a poor survival method. Zero out of ten doctors would suggest it.

You snort, eyeing the soup at hand. "And this is a proper meal?"

"Accidents happen, but my intention remains the same."

"You could've ordered something for me, sent over a chef, or asked Jaehee to check on me. Aren't you too busy to waste your precious time like this?"

"No time is wasted if it's spent on you. You're an important person to me, so I needed to make sure with my own eyes that you're all right." Jumin's forehead creases with worry. "All I could think about at work was you. I was afraid you might faint and no one would be here to help."

You don't bother to hold back a small smile. "Well, you're here now, so what's your assessment?"

At least he has the decency to look contrite. "Moderately alarming upon first look, worse after consuming my soup. My alarm is on full blare now, so please, stop this madness." Jumin pries the bowl out of your hand and sets it back on the table before fixing his posture. After a moment, he pushes the bowl farther out of your reach for good measure.

You shake your head at how adorable he is. "I also have an assessment on my own."

"Go on."

"I think the things you said and did are a roundabout way to confess your feelings for me. You like me."

You let it float between you, trying to gauge Jumin's reaction, but he's still, too still for your liking. You know you aren't wrong, but could this be the wrong time to poke at his feelings?

"And would it bother you," Jumin asks slowly, "if I tell you that you are correct?"

Bother you?

Bother you.

Jumin must think that his feelings could disrupt your peace, but if they could, then you don't want to know another moment of peace. He's the one who gives you the sense of calmness that you long for. His mere presence brings you comfort. He's the one you rely on to lift your spirits. It's appalling how your feelings that are so palpable to you could be invisible in the eye of your direct affection.

You take a step closer, studying him. Black hair thoroughly mussed by the wind, ruddy cheeks, and a tender expression that you've never seen him wear with other people. "Do you really think you're the only one with a crush?" you whisper.

Jumin stares at you in disbelief, but it slowly morphs into relief when the truth dawns on him. "I didn't want to be," he murmurs. "Truth be told, I've had my suspicions since you insisted to eat that cursed dish, but I couldn't be sure until you give me a clear sign."

"So you admit that you're searching for a confirmation." A smug grin appears on your lips. "I literally swallowed poison for you. If that isn't a clear enough sign, then I don't know what is."

He clears his throat. "I wouldn't go so far as to call my cooking poison. It was a beginner mistake at worst. Can't you spare some mercy on my first trial?"

You gawp. "To hell with mercy. I was your experiment subject?"

"I thought it'd be more special if you were the first person to try my cooking."

"It was certainly nothing like anything I've tasted before," you say.

His lips pressed into a smile. "Thank you."

"That wasn't a compliment."

"I was responding to your sarcasm with sarcasm. Do keep up." Jumin's eyes twinkle with mischief, and it makes you want to strangle and kiss him at the same time.

You rake your fingers through your hair. "Should I kick you out?"

He raises his dark brows. "You wouldn't want to do that."

"I want to do a lot of things to you, Jumin." You hoist yourself up the table and smirk at him. "Shame they'd have to wait until I recover."

Carefully, he slots himself between your legs, arms kept to his sides so he won't touch your bare thighs by accident. It's endearing how cautious he is. "Is there anything I can do to make your illness go away faster? I can't wait to see what you've got planned."

You laugh. "You'd be scandalised."

You close your legs just a bit more so they brush against his trousers. Jumin's breath hitches and you arch a brow, a silent dare for him to make his next move. He chuckles, then settles his hands on your thighs. A light touch that turns into a reassuring grip.

"I doubt they could rival my desires against you." His tone takes on a sultry cadence that draws your body in.

"Stay the night. You made the offer earlier, and the weather is too harsh to go home. So, stay."

Jumin lights up at your request, and you feel giddy with how transparent he is. Look at the joy you can spark within him. "Are you going to pour wine for me while putting on the records too?"

You crack up laughing. "I can't believe you just quoted 'Baby, It's Cold Outside'!"

"Paraphrased," he corrects. "It's unfortunate that they don't mention wine in the song. Didn't they know wine is the most fitting drink for the holidays?"

"You think wine is the best fitting drink for any occasion."

"Red wine contains antioxidants that are helpful in preventing coronary artery disease and has been proven to reduce stress and anxiety. It has countless qualities that are beneficial for your health," says Jumin.

"Like your ginseng chicken soup?"

He sighs. "I see you're fond of reminding me of my failures."

You make a show of cleaning invisible dirt on his shoulders. "I'm fond of seeing you admitting defeat," you say. "And you haven't given me an answer. Will you stay or do I have to belt out the whole song to persuade you?"

The corner of Jumin's mouth twitches up. He's always been fond of your theatrics, and now, finally, he knows that you want to be with him as much as he does. "Of course I'll stay, I'd be a fool to turn you down. In any case, I'm glad everything works out."

The triumph in your chest transforms into suspicion. "What works out?"

"My overnight clothes are packed inside that briefcase." Jumin gestures at the leather briefcase on your couch.

"You planned for this?" you ask, partly in awe, mostly in surprise.

"I simply prepared for all the possible scenarios."

"And one of them is to sleep with me."

Jumin rubs his lips. "I never mentioned anything about sleeping together."

You roll your eyes. "Fine, but don't ask me to sleep with you later, because I won't."

"Is this the game you want to play?" Jumin braces his hands on the counter, trapping you between him. You have to keep reminding yourself not to make out with him when you're still sick. "Very well. For your information, I never lose. If you don't want to sleep with me, then don't." He leans in, lips nearly brushing your ear. "See how long you can last."

But just because you're ill doesn't mean you've lost your touch. You tilt your head to meet his gaze and smirk. "Game on."

-

Footnotes:

Wanted to title this "Jumin's Bullshit" as a reference to Tyler's Bullshit from the film The Menu, but alas. Holler if you've watched it tho!

Went with ginseng chicken soup because it's a traditional Korean healing food and I thought Jumin would want to cook something with a homemade feel to comfort you. Also, I was craving it.

Buy me a glass of something that's definitely not coffee because I can't stand it but it is the website's name if my story touches you in some way? No worries if you don't. I'm still grateful you've read all the way through here.

#jumin's naïve borderline unhinged side is the highlight of his character actually #mysme jumin #jumin han #jumin x mc #jumin x you #jumin x reader #mystic messenger fanfiction #mystic messenger #mysme #mystic messenger imagines #jumin han fluff #mm #jumin han fic #xela writes

[miyuhpapayuh]

seven.

“You spent the night in his bed??” Nique screams into the phone, making Zora sigh heavily.

“I was on his couch, Nique.”

“Mmhm, you ain't gotta lie to me, girl!”

“I'm not! I'll hang up on you. You know I'll do it.” She idly threatens.

“Okay, okay. Put the guns down, chile. So tell me, did he sleep on this comfy sofa with you?” She asks, twirling her hair like Zora can see her.

Zora gives another sigh, this time dreamy. “We mighta cuddled until I fell asleep.”

“Ew, how cute! Girl, if you don't make that man your boyfriend already!”

“I just might have to, Nique. He's so so.”

“I know. You better climb his long ass before somebody else do!”

“Yeah, and they'll end up like Cory. Jerked the fuck up.”

Nique let's out the ugliest cackle, ultimately making Zora join in and offer a snicker of her own, since she was at work.

“You stupid, man.”

“I woulda loved to have seen that, man! I just know his stupid ass was tryna save face, still.”

“It's like you were here, cause he really tried to keep that cracked ass face together. He knew better than to tell Linda, too.”

“He better stay hidden or boyfriend gon kick that ass! He's such a lame ass wigga.” Nique says without missing a beat, making Zora choke on air.

“What did you just call him?!”

“A wigga! He's like B-rad without the game— ya know, the little bit he had, that is. I mean, it got him Shondra!”

“It did. She loved his goofy ass.”

“Put his hands all in that good hair of hers! I woulda broke them knuckles!”

“Chile!”

“So, what do the lovebirds got goin’ on this evening?”

“Well, he's meeting me here again, even though he desperately wanted to pick me up, but I had to run home and shower and stuff. Uh, we'll probably grab some food on the way back to his place, I'm not sure yet.”

“All this hanging out! I'm jealous! Where's my boo at??”

“He only got a sister, babe. Not sure if she swings that way.”

“Zora, if I swing through this phone.”

“I'm playing! Gosh, put the guns down.” She mocks, knowing Nique’s far from amused.

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“How was your day?” Zora asks Leon, picking the pepperoni off her slice of pizza.

“It was better. We squashed our shit, so work ran smoothly like it needed to.”

“Good! I know that's weight off your shoulders.”

“Absolutely. I hate being at odds with my people. But how was your day?”

“It was good. The restaurant was pretty dead today, so I took an hour for lunch and chopped it up with Nique. She said “hey”, like always.”

He smiles. “She's a good friend to you, I can tell.”

“The bestest ever.” She smiles back, biting into her slice.

“So, where's your best friend at?”

“We haven't talked in years. Stopped seeing eye to eye once I stopped runnin’ with him and taking the fall for both of us.”

“Oh, that's not fair.”

“Yeah, we had that conversation too, but it is what it is. I had to grow up and I always pray that he's done the same.”

“That's sweet of you. I know how tough friendship breakups can be.”

“Sounds so funny, when you say it out loud. Like we were in a relationship.” He snorts, making her do the same.

“Well, it is a relationship! A platonic one. I mean, unless y'all had it like that, too.” She raises a brow, to which he waves her off.

“Zora, please.”

“I'm just kidding,” she laughs, finishing off her slice.

“So, is there a romantic relationship in the cards for you and me?” Leon asks, staring at her smiling face.

“I think you already know the answer to that.”

“Yeah, but I wanna be correct. Leave no room for what I think.”

“Yeah, it's in the cards. A couple cards away, but it's there.”

“Good to know.” He says, sitting back against the cushions and patting the space beside him.

She obliges, dusting her hands off on her sweats and crawls into his side, smiling to herself as he wraps his arm around her.

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A little more prepared for their sleepover this go round, she'd packed her toothbrush, along with every other hygiene product she'd need once she'd woken up.

The first time, she woke up alone cause she didn't wanna change his routine, just cause she was sleeping over. But, this morning, she was definitely still wrapped up in his arms.

Not having to work another eight hour shift, she was also able to indulge in the breakfast he'd promised her.

And man, was it delicious.

“Mm! I might just keep you around.” She jokes, making him chuckle and pour another line of syrup on her waffles.

“Would you like some coffee, beautiful?” He asks.

“Yes, please. Light on the sugar.”

“You're sweet enough, huh?” He quips, making her nose wrinkle up.

“That was so corny, but so cute.” She giggles as he shakes his head, beginning to move around his kitchen.

“Cream?”

“Just a splash.” She answers, digging back into her fluffy eggs. Also eyeing the way his back muscles were flexing underneath his dark t-shirt.

Her gaze raises up to his handsome face once he turns back around with a mug in his hand to sit in front of her. She graciously thanks him.

“I haven't brushed my teeth yet, stop trying to kiss me.” She snorts, watching him slyly lean onto the counter for the third time.

“I don't care about your morning breath, girl. Gimme them syrupy lips.” He says, leaning a little further in than he had.

Rolling her eyes, she meets the rest of the way for a couple sweet kisses, pulling away once she feels herself starting to slip.

“See? Trouble.”

“I'm the good kind, though.”

“Yeah, I'll be the judge of that.”

“Alright.” He leans up from the counter. “Spend the day with me.”

“I thought you had to work.”

“I just took off.” He shrugs.

“You can't just do that.”

“You let me worry about that.”

“Leon…” she eyes him, still eating her food.

“Come on, you know you love my company just as much as I love yours. We can go on another picnic or something.”

She sighs, as if she's really trying to put up a fight.

“Come on…” he pleads again with puppy eyes, reeling her all the way in.

“Okay, okay. I'll spend the day with you.”

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Finding a perfect patch of grass behind a big oak tree, the pair spread the green blanket out and placed the wooden picnic basket in the center, before sitting down.

“Do you like picnics because I like them?”

“Yes and no,” he smiles. “My mama used to take me and Eryn on ‘em all the time. We'd feed the ducks the food we'd have left over. We'd play til the sun fell from the sky. For a single mama, it was a great way to tire us out.”

She laughs at the last part, relating heavily. “Okay, I just wanted to make sure I wasn't dragging you out here and you secretly hated it or something.”

“Nah, no worries. I'm a nature boy, sometimes.” He says, handing her the strawberry soda she'd asked him to pick up, when he ran into the convenience store on the way here.

“Sometimes,” she repeats, popping open the container that holds a double decker with bacon that he'd also taken the time to make for them to indulge in.

“Mm, this looks so good!”

“My world famous sandwich, girl. It is good.” He firms, making her raise a brow and take a bite, immediately agreeing with him.

Handing her a napkin, he smiles and bites into his own sandwich, mumbling that he told her so.

Letting him have his moment, she looks out at the scenery before them, falling in tune with the sounds of the birds chirping high up in the trees above their heads.

All the while, Leon took the time to marvel at the beauty that Zora is, again.

As always, if someone gave him the chance, he'd convince them that she was otherworldly.

Even dressed down in another one of his t-shirts and her own shorts, with her hair tied up, she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.

As soon as she turned to look at him, he dropped his gaze back to his food, but she'd already caught him.

“Usually, I'd tell you that staring isn't polite, but…”

“But, what?”

She sighs, chewing on her lip. “I like the way you look at me.”

Another raised brow from him makes her drop her gaze too, as they both laugh.

“You're a goddess, Zora. One can't help but look at you.” He says, making her heart skip a beat.

A goddess?!

The smile that creeps across her face is one he'd never seen before.

“You are so sweet, Leon.”

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Zora talked him into coming back to her place after a sudden downpour cut their picnic short.

“You wanna smoke?” She asks.

His animated gasp makes her squint in his direction.

“What??”

“You're a hoodlum, too! I'm ashamed.” He taunts.

She scoffs. “I am not a hoodlum!”

“Yes you are!” He says with a laugh, even reaching out to push her a little.

She swats him away, laughing, herself. “Okay, fine. I'll keep my mary jane to myself.”

“Now, now… I didn't decline your offer.” He says, earning an eye roll.

“I told you, ima kick you out.” She faux warns, getting up from the couch to retrieve her stash.

“I was just playin’, Zora-Jean!” He calls after her, reveling in the giggle she tried her damndest to hide.

Returning with a bright orange box, she plops back down beside him and pops it open.

“Ooh, official!” He teases some more, making her playfully shake her head.

Rolling a blunt in record timing and earning another whistle from Leon, she sparks it, takes a puff or two and passes it to him.

“Your landlord cool with you smoking?” He asks, taking a puff anyway.

“Yeah, he might be in love with me too,” she shrugs, catching the scrunch in his brows.

“Damn, girl. What you be doin’ to these men??”

She laughs, shrugging again. “Nothing. My mama said my aura is red and it draws people near. Whether I want them to be near or not, apparently.”

“Red is sensuality, right?”

“Mmhm.”

“Yeah, that makes sense.” He nods, puffing again before passing it back to her.

“Do tell.” She says, pulling a little harder.

“Sensuality is like your middle name. You're fiery as hell, fine as hell. I'm sure these men are out their minds over you. Hell you drive me outta my mind, too.”

She cheeses, before she can stop herself.

“Do I, now?”

“We've spent the last three days together on a whim, Zora. Yes, you have been driving me crazy and I like it. I like you. A lot.”

“I like you too, Leon. A lot.”

The haze in their smiles grows as they continue to pass the blunt back and forth, til it turns to ashes in her equally bright ashtray.

“So, I know you're not as innocent as you say you are.”

“Wha– why you say that?”

“Cause, every man has their secrets. What else did you and Candy get into, way back when?”

He chuckles, rubbing a hand down his face. “You sure?”

“Is it that bad??”

“I'll let you be the judge of that.” He mocks her earlier words.

“Lord have mercy. Go ahead.”

“Well, Candy was what you call an exhibitionist. So we'd find ourselves in places we shouldn't have been, doing things we shouldn't have been doing. If you catch my drift.”

Zora was actually shocked, note the way her jaw partially dropped. Leon just smiles and shakes his head.

“Y'all had sex in public places? What a slut!” She cracks, making him laugh.

“Wow, I've never been called that before. But, yes we did. We got caught a couple times too. I'm still banned from the autozone down the block.”

That makes her fully crack up.

“What??”

“Poor man was just tryna change the oil and Candy decided it was a good idea to give me head near the side of the building. That man's eyes ‘bout popped out of his head.”

“That is ridiculous!”

“Yeah, that was us. Ridiculous!”

“What else??”

“Let's see… amusement parks, clean public bathrooms, we did in an elevator once… hotel balconies with a small audience. A stairwell, you name it.”

“I knew you were a freak.”

“Hey, I just tried to keep her happy.”

“Sounds like it! Did she make you happy too, or did you just go along with everything?”

“Uh, a mixture of both maybe?” He shrugs. “I don't know, it got tiring after a while, and exploring other things about our relationship wasn't as fun for her. I'm guessing that's why she left me.”

“I'll refrain from calling her what I want to… but you deserved better, anyway. Sex isn't the only fun aspect of a relationship.”

“Yeah, but we were also in college and nobody cared about building foundations and shit. It was all party this and party that. Fuck here, fuck there.” He shrugs, letting his long arm rest along the back of the couch.

“Well, at least it was fun while it lasted right?”

“Yeah, while it lasted.”

“I can relate.”

“You was butt naked in a stairwell, too??”

“No, that was just y'all.” She laughs. “But, before my ex decided to start his “I hate Zora” campaign, we had fun too.”

“Sucks when people turn, huh?”

“Boy, does it. But, maybe they weren't the right people.”

“You becomin’ a believer over there, huh?”

“Shut up,” she drags out, allowing him to pull her closer to his warm body.

The rain is still coming down.

“Was I too far away?”

“Yeah, it's like you be runnin’ from me or sumn.”

“No running,” she shakes her head, falling right back into those lethal kisses of his.

“I make you nervous?” He asks, still pecking her lips.

“The good kind,” she answers, rubbing the scruff of his beard.

“Butterflies?”

“Angry bees,” she corrects, making them both laugh.

“Be my girlfriend, Zora-Jean.”

“Okay.”

“Really?” He asks, the smile on his face making those angry bees swarm mad in her belly.

“Yeah,” she leans back in to kiss him. “Really.”

A triumphant laugh leaves him as he hugs her closer, their hazy kisses resume.

Wait, wait,” she pulls away to meet his confused expression.

“What?”

“I'm the girlfriend that keeps clothes.” She pulls on the collar of her shirt.

“Aw, this is my favorite shirt, though!”

“Ohh, that's too bad!”

Ch 8

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[akfamilyhome]

YouTube 2023 Year in Review

Welp! Guess it's that time of year again. I'm sure 2023 has been a...pretty interesting year to say for quite a few people. And for me personally, it's also been a weird little year that's great in some parts and could be better in others.

What have I been up to?

My life right now is kinda divided into three parts:

A) the "IRL" stuff, as in working on my editing day job and spending time with family.

B) working on YouTube videos which I still have the passion for,

and C) playing video games, collecting cool things and socializing with my online friends.

I've always felt that it's difficult for me to put equal attention to all three, and lately, it definitely feels like I'm focusing on 'A' and 'C' more. Of course, my day job is kinda how I make a living at the moment so that obviously gets priority, but that doesn't mean I want to ignore my YouTube stuff! It's just hard to sneak in a few lines of script-writing while multitasking at a day job, and only being able to freely spend time on 'B' and 'C' during night isn't the most productive way to go about things, especially with other things that aren't YouTube production. I also have games I want to play, art I want to draw, folks I'd like to hang out with etc.

And that's a fine, healthy way of going about things online for regular folks! But I don't want my YouTube channel to stagnate as a result of this, because I still love making videos! I have support from folks on Patreon, and I still hope to continue growing the channel so that it becomes more sustainable to do frequent updates.

Part of me has always thought about just quitting my day job once I have a decent amount of money saved up and just try doing YouTube full-time and rely on Patreon, even if there's a very low chance it'd be sustainable. Of course, that's a big gamble, and I'm not truly sure if that's really the best way to go about things. But those are just my inner thoughts and I've rambled long enough...

So, I apologize for the above situation sort of being the root cause of the recent slower pace of my YouTube channel! The pace of the channel this year is about the same as in 2022, if not a little slower. I didn't really get a lot of dormant scripts from 2020-2021 off the ground, but being true to what I said in last year's Year in Review, I did end up working on a lot of spontaneous ideas even if there wasn't a "big" core video! In fact, I think almost every video released in 2023 that we'll discuss below were spontaneous ideas.

I'll talk more about what's to come for the channel in the end of the post, but for now, as usual, we'll take a look at each video I made during 2023 and I'll share my thoughts and some fun facts about each!

A Trip to the Hong Kong Kirby Pop-Up Store

Various things were put up on the channel from January to March, including a funny little short for Mario Day and a new trailer for a revamped Patreon, but the major thing I put out was a look at the Kirby Pop-Up Store in Hong Kong! This was my first time doing a scripted documentation of an in-person event, and Nintendo Hong Kong would eventually do more events like Nintendo Live 2023 Hong Kong, and I'll definitely be talking about them on my channel eventually!

As for fun facts...uhh...I suppose Patreon patrons get to see the full unedited raw footage I took from the event lol

Top 10 Nintendo Trivia You NEVER Knew

This year's April Fools video...was also a last-minute sort of idea, if I recall correctly! The concept is simple: it's a parody of generic Top 10 trivia videos in terms of presentation, but the curveball is instead of just doing other blatantly obvious fun facts, the facts would actually be super obscure, inconsequential Nintendo facts that barely anyone would've known about, so in the end it's kind of a legit trivia video in a twisted way. The facts in the video were sourced from new research, me asking friends for suggestions and some of my old posts on Twitter, so there were a few 'fun' facts that were left on the cutting room floor, and here's a good place to share them!

In an early version of the GameCube instruction manual, Mario 64 was used as a placeholder game

The infamous 'black box' in Super Mario 64 DS is not a visual glitch as commonly believed, and briefly appears in E3 2004 footage

Prototype screenshots of Mario 64 have appeared in an early print of the game's box art...and on a Nintendo Monopoly board in 2006 (next to the ? Block on the right side of the board if you're looking)

The Onion in Hey! Pikmin has white and purple in its colors, even though white and purple Pikmin never appear in the game

The original 3DS had two separate sets of black & white colors, for some reason

And to finally come clean...yes, around 30% of the video's script was generated using ChatGPT, as part of the joke. Mostly the introductory bits at the beginning of each segment, since it definitely did not give me the results I wanted when I asked it to describe the specific details of each fact, so y'know, hopefully that's a sign it's not coming for my job of talking about obscure Nintendo things! And don't worry, this will probably be the only time I ever use AI in my videos.

The Better N64 Wavebird Experience

This is a follow-up to a 2021 video where I also used the N64 Switch Online controller on an original N64, albeit with a different adapter! This actually isn't a case where I received a free product to do a review on, I just happened to read about a better alternative, pre-ordered it online, it arrived in April and I decided to knock out a quick review/comparison video in 2 days!

As such, this is more of standard informative review video, but in all honesty, I still really like this setup, and it's in my opinion still one of the best controller options for original N64 games. So much so, that I recently completed my NSO controller collection by picking up a Sega Mega Drive 6-button NSO controller to eventually use with my original Mega Drive! I'm still looking for the compatible 8bitDo adapter though, so maybe when I eventually do, that can be a quick little video on the Plus channel for patrons!

The Most Expensive amiibo

This is my favorite video I put out this year! The Qbby amiibo has always been in my sights for a while, and I've gone on record saying that I'd make a video on it if I got my hands on one.

Back in 2019, I once saw a Qbby amiibo being offered on Yahoo Auctions for a relatively cheap price, but to afford it I asked for extra donations via Ko-fi. Looking back on it now there were probably better options I could've taken, but either way the listing got cancelled and I refunded everyone who donated for that. Then sometime later I saw another relatively cheap BOXBOY package in a local listing, but then the seller never replied and deleted the listing, so the amiibo has eluded me until now, and there seems to be no signs of Qbby stock going down any time soon. My hope for a Qbby reprint continues, and hopefully this video still serve as a little awareness boost for folks who are wondering why he's one of the most expensive amiibo around!

Some of the gag editing on this one got spruced up a little bit which I enjoyed doing, but you also probably noticed that I got a turntable specifically for those glamour shots! ...yeah, I'll probably get more use of that thing later on as well.

The Kirby Battle Royale online joke wasn't exaggeration: I couldn't find anyone to play online with! I suppose that is to be expected for, y'know, playing a mid 3DS game in 2023, but it's a shame that Kirby Battle Royale doesn't at least offer a option to play with friends, and from some experimentation, it seems that two of my US-based friends were able to match with each other online while I couldn't, which also suggested some region-based matchmaking was at play. Oh well! There are some better 3DS games out there that I'd still like to play online one last time before their servers shut down this April.

Tetris...on a McDonald's Nugget

Continuing the trend of 'make video on a recent find' for the third video in a row, it's the China-exclusive McDonald's Tetris Chicken McNugget! For an unscripted Things of Interest video, it turned out pretty well, kinda like the Rhythm Tengoku arcade video in 2022! Compared to the first unscripted TOI back in like 2018, I've definitely gotten a bit better at rambling since.

I was kind of a few days late to the party, and some other videos about the Tetris Nugget from larger channels have racked up more views since, but that's not really the point! As a casual Tetris fan that happens to be in proximity to mainland China, something as bizarre as this is totally right up my alley. Covering China-exclusive gaming stuff just kinda reminds me that I have yet to do a video on the iQue Player though, which I really want to...

FlashBoy Plus: The $95 Virtual Boy Flashcart

I haven't really taken a YouTube sponsorship deal yet, but I do get emails about doing reviews or ad reads of items on occasion, like new Switch gaming accessories from different third parties and whatnot. Unfortunately, that's not really the type of stuff I do regularly on the channel unless I find a great angle to tackle it from, so the only review offer I've done on the channel until now is a limited Switch physical release in 2020.

When I was offered to review the FlashBoy Plus, I was definitely intrigued despite having already previously covered the HyperFlash 32, a technically better option! Virtual Boy flashcarts are already a very niche thing, so I gladly took the opportunity to take a look at any new option out there, and even if it's not a mainstream topic at all it does kinda appeal to me specifically.

In the video, I mentioned the (very cool looking) clear cartridge shell was not a publicly available option yet at the time of the review, but looking at the order site now, it has been added since! So hey, good for them! It is honestly pretty sick to have a transparent Virtual Boy cartridge.

Playing PC Games with the SNES Mouse & Famicom Keyboard

I started work on the next core video right after the FlashBoy Plus video (more on that in the last section), but getting sick during early December forced me to delay it, so for that month I decided to do one last spontaneous idea: a followup to the 2021 video where I used the Famicom keyboard and SNES Mouse on a computer...but this time on a proper PC!

A thing that was brought up in the comments was one setting in particular: when I was changing the mouse settings in the Control Panel, there was a 'Enhance pointer precision' option that I didn't uncheck, which presumably slows down the mouse for precise movements. There wasn't a super noticeable difference when I unchecked it during further testing, but when I coupled it with further increasing the mouse sensitivity in games that allow you to change it in-game, I was actually able to get the SNES Mouse to move at a decent pace in some games! Of course, that requires tweaking with additional settings that would normally be overkill for a regular mouse, so it's still not practical, but at least there was a setup that would alleviate some of my complaints in the video.

Akfamilyhome Plus videos

Over on my second channel Akfamilyhome Plus, once again there's a variety of stuff! There's Mario Wonder memes, a new high quality video game rip album, archival footage and more. If there's one thing you should check out though, it's the supercuts of me playing Everybody 1-2-Switch with my Discord server. It's the best kind of chaos. Long live Kitchen Timer 4.

This year, 8 new unscripted bonus videos were released publicly! You can enjoy watching me:

Visit the 3DS eShop on its final day of operation

Check out the Nintendo DSi XL Demo Video carts

Look through gaming goodies on a Chinese second-hand market

Unseal Captain Toad Treasure Tracker for the 3DS

Read through the 2010 Nintendo Anti-Piracy Manual

Unbox a complete copy of the original GBA Play-Yan

Compare the two popular 3DS capture card models

And check out the Nintendo Power...rewritable cartridge!

And over on Patreon, 8 more exclusive videos are also available, featuring things like a slew of Nintendo cleaning kits, iQue DS games, the Chinese Mario Movie DVD and more! As always if you don't want to wait till some of them rotate into public availability, they're all available on Patreon for just $1 USD a month!

The fuuuuture

Okay, so what's next for 2023?

I mean 2024. Oh god the typos are already starting.

Right before the FlashBoy Plus video came out, in late June 2023, I did a video topic poll on Patreon, asking what idea I should do next. Out of the four options given, one of them is a continuation of a limbo project from 2021, and the other three were spontaneous new core video ideas I came up with and wanted to do.

Well, one of the spontaneous new ideas won the poll, so the next core video is...

A look at the camera and sound apps on both the Nintendo DSi and 3DS! I originally wanted to get this out in December, and you all know what happened to that plan, BUT the script is done, the VO recording is done, footage recording is well underway and I am confident I'll be able to get it out this January. I really like how the script for this one shaped up and am commissioning some banger thumbnail art for it (🐦), so I REALLY hope you'll look forward to it!

Afterwards, there are a few in-progress ideas that I also want to work on for quick videos afterwards. As mentioned above, I visited Nintendo Live 2023 Hong Kong which was hosted on November, and ALSO the Nintendo Hong Kong Pop-Up Store which is running from December to January, so both of those would make for a perfect video in a similar vein as the Kirby Pop-Up Store video last year!

I also went on a trip to Japan last August, and took quite a bit of photos and footage. I still want to share my findings and experiences of being in Tokyo for the first time that I could remember, so there will be a fun little piece about that going on the Plus channel in the future!

And don't forget, I'm making a video about every game I beat during 2023, continuing the thing I started last year!

And after ALL of the above is done, I still have the remaining core video ideas from the June Patreon poll I did, since I did say I'd eventually love to do all of them, and that desire still hasn't gone away. I don't know how the rest of 2024 will go for this channel but I'd say this is a fantastic starting point, and I hope it'll all go up from there, since I'd really love to be more productive on here, while trying to keep that A-B-C balance in check!

So yeah! That's it for the 2023 Year in Review. If you've made it all the way to the bottom, thank you for reading! Here's a 25-use invite link to my Discord server as a little something! Thank you to all of you who've supported me this past year, whether you're a viewer or a patron, and I hope to keep up the work this year and try to strive for better!

#akfamilyhome words #year in review #Youtube

[danses-with-dogmeat]

Day 4 -- Nick Valentine

The (nsfw) details for Kinktober, Day 4 are just below the cut!

Minors, please don't interact.

Toys with Nick x F!Sole

Here's Nicky's! He's just... this synth has no business being this attractive, I'll just say that. Old Hollywood dreamboat at work here, so just a warning on that. ;)

I hope you love it!

Here is the link to my Kinktober 2022 Event list so you can stay up-to-date, or re-visit these works as you please.

Included: Toys, vibrator, handcuffs, restraints, fingering, dirty talk, overstimulation, banter, multiple orgasms, begging, light dom/sub dynamics

3k words.

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“Nick!” 

Sole looked up at him with wide, shocked eyes as the synth smiled deviously, the click of the handcuffs locking sounded definitively above her head as he secured her to the metal bed frame. 

“I told you what would happen if you didn’t hold still, doll.” He chuckled at her and stepped away, his glowing, golden eyes shining in the dim as he took in the sight of her, spread out on the bare mattress before him, in nothing but the lacy panties that had thrown them into this mess. 

They were meant to be productive in the office on Ellie’s day off, meant to help the poor woman by sorting through the pile of cases shoved into her desk drawers. That was until Sole rooted too far into Nick’s desk, looking for a file and finding only her old lingerie, stored away in the desk in a hurry on a day they’d nearly been caught in the act. 

It brought back memories, made Sole giggle and blush all in the same instant. Made her want to… reminisce a bit more, and who was Nick to deny her? He often got swept up in the sea of memories both his own and the other Nick’s that were crashing around in his central processor, but this was one he’d gladly revisit. 

“I didn’t know you had this in you, detective.” She said to him with a wink, looking much too alluring with her hands restrained above her head, her ruby, red lips that she just knew Nick was a sucker for, her mussed hair and wide eyes; she was like something out of those old world films that the old Nick used to thoroughly enjoy. 

“Oh, just you wait.” He pulled the cigarette between his lips away to speak, still standing on ceremony, just taking her in, eyes scanning her slowly, reverently, making it abundantly clear that they were to go at his pace. “There’s more surprises where that came from.” 

Nick brought the cigarette back to his mouth, the smoke leaving it slowly in a steady wisp, the flame within all that was able to eat at it, as Nick held it between his lips without taking a single breath. He rolled up the sleeves of his white button-up to his elbows, the garment already half unbuttoned and revealing a bit of his smooth, synthetic chest. His suspenders were hanging down on either side of his thighs, and he pulled off his loose tie from around his neck, displacing the hat on his head in the process, tipping it to half-cover one eye. 

He looked like one of those film stars from before the war. Dark, moody in the dim light, all intrigue and smoke and artfully disheveled authority. An aesthetic in and of himself, like the well mannered, violent gentlemen from the noir films, only real, and deliberate. He must have known what he was doing to her. 

Sole pulled hard at her restraints, her hands clenching and unclenching frustratedly at the mere sight of him. So close, so arousing and alluring and so unreachable with these wretched cuffs. 

Not that she was complaining. Not really. Her heart was pounding in her chest with excitement, with anticipation, demanding that she receive all of his attention. All of it, right now.  

Damn this man is so hot… 

Nick smirked down at her from where he towered above her body at the foot of the bed, more smugness in his expression at the fact that he had managed to restrain her than awareness of her silent praise.

And he doesn’t even seem to know it. 

She saw the way his eyes lingered on his skeletal hand briefly, a frown on his brows before he dashed the invading thoughts away quickly and threw his discarded tie aside. 

“Nick,” Sole breathed, the sound coming out like a whine, forcing him to notice the way he was affecting her. Torturing her by taking so damn long to touch her with those hands he felt so indifferent about on the best days, and despised on the worst ones. The hands she couldn’t get enough of, no matter the day. 

“Dammit, I don’t care what you do, love, just… Just come over here and touch me.” 

She could see the way the words affected him, a mechanical shiver running up his spine, eyes closing briefly to soak in the sound of her pleading. 

The whine may have been a bit for show, a bit to get her point across, but her words were as honest as words come. She needed him. 

“Hmm. What’s the saying?” Nick asked with a glint in his eye as he managed to break through the way her voice had stalled him, turning away from her in the process. 

Sole’s head fell back in frustration. 

“Patience is a virtue?” He answered his own question.

Sole groaned at that, the sound of jingling keys, the turning of a lock, and the roll of a metal desk drawer being dragged open filling her ears as she stared up at the ceiling with a good-humored frown dampening her lips. 

“You and I both know I’m not religious.” She shot back at him, “So I could care less about virtue.” 

She heard Nick chuckle, the sound growing closer with each of his footsteps back towards the bed. Her head shot up, eyes searching for what he’d retrieved. 

Her brows furrowed. 

Is that…?

There’s no way. 

A half-smile played at Nick’s lips as he reached the low table at the foot of the bed, dropping what was in his hands deliberately below the dip of the bed, and out of her sight. She huffed frustratedly. 

Guess I’ll find out soon enough. 

“Very well, then.” 

Nick backtracked, grabbing an office chair by his desk and pulling it to rest at the end of the bed, where he slowly took a seat. Savoring the leisurely pace he’d set, and the way it seemed to drive his partner to madness. Lips pursed, Sole bit at the inside of her cheek frustratedly as he smirked down at her. 

“Since your virtue is no longer of consequence or discussion…” He cocked a brow at her suggestively, “I’m presuming that you won’t mind me asking you to spread your legs?”

She glared at him as Nick forced back the devious grin he felt gathering at his lips. The air sizzled between them, his mesmerizing golden eyes boring into her until she finally relented, her ankles sliding down the bed, knees falling open to reveal the lewd wet spot at the front of her white, lacey panties. 

His smile broke through at the sight. He’d hardly even touched her, and she was soaking. All for him. The synth couldn’t wrap his mind around the thought. 

I’m not sure I deserve this. 

His mind whispered as he looked down at her, his motions still with his reverence of her. 

But she doesn’t seem to care. And that’s good enough for me. 

His good hand reached out, almost of its own accord, and brushed his fingers lightly over the inside of her thigh. The motion halted as he reached her center, his thumb extending to rub directly over that darkened spot her arousal had left. 

Most folks tended to believe that synths like him couldn’t feel, that they registered touch and pain as some kind of pop-up message or automated voice in their mind, but that was wrong. Nick could feel this. 

Feel her. 

The warmth of her as his thumb pressed down firmly, the delicate ridges of the pinholes in the lacey fabric, the wetness soaking through; it all sent a sensation up his arm, over his receptors, into his head. If anything were sending a message, it’d tell him not to stop, but he didn’t need to be told any such thing. He couldn’t. Especially when her brows drew together in pleasure, her eyes closing, breath picking up, making her breasts heave and her voice leave her in breathy gasps. 

“Nick.” Left her lips, and the synth pressed down harder. Her hips bucked up into his touch, her thighs clenching wantonly at each rub, just hard enough against her to draw out her arousal without sending her closer to her release. 

“Touch me more, love. Please.” 

Don’t need to ask me twice.  

Nick swiped two of his good fingers over her clothed slit once, before pulling his hand away. 

She whined. 

“Hey now, come on darling, what did I tell you about being over eager, hm?” 

He was milking the control she allowed him to have over her, reveling in the opportunity to pleasure her, to love her, this way, even as her eyes snapped open and filled with annoyance at the lack of his touch. Nick was no fool, he wasn’t some horndog youth ready to spring a leak from some pants rubbing and call it a night. No, Sole deserved more than that, and as frustrated as she seemed, drawing it all out, making this heavenly feeling last, getting to see her like this, not for minutes, but for hours, that may not be what she wanted right now, but it sure as hell is what they both needed.  

“Just hold tight. I’ll take care of you.” 

He pulled her panties from her legs, waiting as she drew her knees together for him before he slid the pretty garment down and off her ankles. Sole settled back on the pillows, spreading herself even wider than before and giving her partner a clear indication at where he should set his attentions to. 

Her delicate flower glistened in the dim light, swollen and needy just from his feather-light touches, and he didn’t make her wait to reach out for her, this time with his skeletal hand. Nick wetted his fingers with her arousal, running the metal digits between her lower lips gently, before pressing upwards against her, his cool, metal fingers sending shivers up her spine as they prodded at her clit, before he pulled back and plunged one finger into her heat. 

Sole sighed in relief at the feeling, the sound almost lost to the way Nick’s head whirred loudly at the feeling of her warm walls caressing his metal digit. The ‘feeling’ in these fingers was different from the others. They were less apt at detecting different textures, but more sensitive to temperature, and he nearly burned at the feel of her. 

Nick smiled at the way his partner’s eyes closed in bliss, her head back against the pillows, hips pulsing upwards with each stroke of his thin digit inside her. She felt each ridge of metal scraping against her walls, his slender finger reaching far inside with a becking motion that caused her mind to fog over with pleasure. 

Nick was just… something else. And she couldn’t get enough of it. 

“More, Nick.” Her voice came out in a high-pitched keen. “Please.”

Sole heard him scoff at the ‘polite’ addition, but still, she felt another digit begin to press into her. 

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” 

She released another breathy noise for him, singing praises to him in more ways than one as her walls clamped down hard around his thrusting fingers.  

“Now,” He said lowly as his fingers picked up their pace against her. “I’m gonna try something new. You tell me if you want to keep going, alright, doll?”

Sole nodded to him, only half hearing his words as he stroked so deliciously inside her. 

He may not have the… equipment to do all that another man could. A… human man. But this? What he’s doing to me with nothing but his fingers? God, I don’t even miss it. 

A sudden sound filled the air, and Sole’s eyes popped open. 

A peculiar buzzing noise continued even as the small instrument in Nick’s hand dipped below her line of sight again, but there was no mistaking what it was. 

I was right. 

Nick touched the vibrator to her clit while his fingers remained deep inside, and Sole’s hips flew up off the mattress. 

A gasp left her at the overwhelming feeling, her walls clenching at his fingers and refusing to let them go as he kept the device pressing firmly over her. 

“I’m gonna go ahead and assume you want me to keep up with this.” 

Sole moaned as his fingers began their thrusting motions again, a third digit slipping into her easily with the added slick from the vibrator’s ministrations. 

“You tell me if you wanna stop, okay?” 

“Don’t.” She nearly shouted, and Nick chuckled. 

“Please, don’t stop. Please.” She breathed out the words, her hips moving in time with his thrusting digits, the vibrations buzzing strongly against her, fogging her brain even further. It was borderline overwhelming, and sweat began to gather over her skin as her body writhed from the aggressive pleasure. 

“Hold tight for me, doll.” Nick pulled the device from her, and drew his fingers out and away from her pussy. Sole didn’t even have time to protest, she gulped in a breath and let her body relax for just a moment, before the synth switched hands, holding onto the vibe with his skeletal one, and pressing two good fingers to her entrance. 

There was more resistance as he pushed in this time, despite her slickness, these fingers were thicker, wider, and she felt her walls stretch to accommodate him. Nick watched as she bit her lip, her stomach muscles flexing as he pressed the vibrator down to her clit again, pulsing the thing firmly forward before drawing it away slightly, but never removing it fully from touching her skin. 

“This working for you, sweetheart?” 

She nodded frantically, sweat beading at her forehead, her face flushed with exertion, and Nick felt her body begin to shake under his ministrations. 

“You want me to help you finish?” 

“Please.” She gasped, hips rolling and knees shaking as he pressed a third finger forward and into her. 

He makes me into such a mess, I swear. 

Sole’s brain could hardly handle it all. She felt everything building up in her body, her muscles tensing, walls tightening around his fingers, clit standing swollen against the vibrator’s abuse, that pressure in her stomach building to a peak until she could hardly breathe. 

Nick pumped his fingers faster in her, ignoring the way she gripped him, and pushing through, curling his thick digits and pressing the hardened pads of them to the spongy place deep within her until her body seized. Her hips lifted off the bed and Sole came with an involuntary cry, her legs shaking from the pleasure of it. 

Nick smiled, his chest warming at the sight of her, the feel of her, but he didn’t dare stop. His fingers thrusted through her release, and he pressed the vibrator down against her swollen clit until her eyes rolled back in her head and her hips thrust and bucked wildly against his touch, until wetness was seeping from her core, and even then, he kept up his motions.

He felt her clench around him again, walls squeezing his fingers like a vice as one release spilled over into the next, and he watched as her muscles tensed, and instead of slick seeping out around his fingers, he watched in awe as she squirted her juices out onto his wrist. Nick pulled the vibrator off of her as he noticed tears gather at the corners of her eyes, but let his fingers thrust a few more times to help her ride out the remainder of her high. Sole’s screams of pleasure dissolved to gasps, and then whimpers, as her hips settled down onto the mattress. Her body was buzzing with pleasure, tremors still running through her legs and core as he pulled his soaked fingers from her slick heat. 

Sole’s eyes were at half-mast as Nick rubbed his fingers over her slit once more for good measure, smiling softly at the way her breath hitched in her chest at the feeling. 

“That,” He paused for emphasis, his brows high on his head, “Was beautiful, my dear.” 

Sole was catching her breath, her chest heaving and jostling her breasts with each rise and fall. Nick grinned down at her as she stared blankly up into his eyes, the glowing gold of them acting as a beacon as her skewed attentions pointed her towards the comforting embrace of his grounding familiarity. 

“Most gorgeous gal I’ve ever seen.” Nick stepped back, pulling a rag he’d grabbed earlier from beside him, before reaching forward to dab at the inside of Sole’s thighs and wipe her clean. The synth circled around the bed and undid her handcuffs, bringing her reddened wrists to his lips soothingly before allowing them to fall back onto the pillows. 

“How are you feeling, doll?” He sat on the bed beside her, taking off his hat and placing it on the bedside table as she laid back in the same spot, motionless. 

He looked down at her with furrowed brows as she failed to respond. Her expression was hazy, eyes barely open, and Nick’s look dampened with concern. 

“I feel like I left this planet. I’m not sure I’ve come back yet.” She said the words quietly, and rhythmically, almost like she was singing them. “I don’t remember ever feeling so good in my life.” 

Nick chuckled, relief and amusement mixing together to release the sound. 

“I’m glad to hear it, baby.” 

Sole finally shifted, her jelly arms barely managing to pull her up, but just enough to be able to prop her against Nick’s side, her head pressed against his chest as he wrapped an arm around her and bent his head to press a kiss to her sweaty forehead. 

“I just…” She started strong, but almost immediately trailed off. Her fingers twiddled in her lap. 

Nick didn’t push her, just let her work through her thoughts as he reached his free hand down to pull the bed sheet up over his partner’s bare form. Sole placed a hand on his thigh, fingers running soothingly up and down the length of it as she sorted through her thoughts.

“I just…” She tried again, “I wish I could make you feel good too. Make you feel the way you make me feel. If that makes sense.” 

Nick’s expression softened further at that, his hand going to grasp at hers where it rested on his leg. 

“Doll,” he started, speaking gently, “Just seeing you that way makes me feel better than all the flesh and blood men in the whole wasteland.” 

He looked down to catch her expression, and Sole frowned, her brows low over her eyes.

“And you do make me feel good, sweetheart.” He continued, “The way you feel pressed against me, around me, when you run your hands over me… you drive me wild.” 

She bit her lip. 

“Really?” 

“I wouldn’t lie to you, doll. You know that. But you want me to swear on it, I’ll do it.” His hand squeezed over hers, and he placed another delicate kiss to the top of her head for emphasis. 

“You make me forget that I’m not human. And that… Well, that’s something, Sole.” 

Sole smiled, her eyes softening at his words, and Nick’s arm tugged her closer. He leaned his head against hers and held her tightly against him, savoring her warmth and the beat of her heart, the feel of her breath over his chest, of her hand in his. 

“It sure is something.” He said again, shaking his head slightly as he heard her breathing begin to slow, soft snores spilling from her lips. 

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✦「Jealous! Shikamaru Nara x Reader」✦

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"Hey, honey. Wake up, sleepyhead."

...

"You wanna roast like a boar on a stick, huh? Get your a** up."

Slowly, his heavy eyelids opened sluggishly to view the world with blurry vision. Rustling wind and muffled talking filled his ears as he slowly turned to the side.

His sights cleared, which allowed him to see the clear image of your frame. Before he could speak, his nose was filled with a delicious scent of food.

Upon closer expectation, he saw a tray with breakfast food on the nightstand alongside his bed. You were pouring steaming hot tea into a cup carefully before glancing down at him.

"You really need to start getting more sleep, you know. You can't keep waking up in the middle of the day at 3 pm every time. It's not productive at all."

Shikamaru stared at you with a blank expression before sluggishly sitting up and scratching his wild hair that was out of its signature spiky ponytail.

"Already berating me as soon as I wake up? How troublesome."

You rolled your eyes and placed down the teapot on the tray. "You love it, you grump. Now eat your food."

The male didn't notice how much he starving until his stomach rumbled loudly in the bedroom.

"And I know you didn't eat dinner last night, so you better eat every last thing on this plate, or I will cook you for dinner, got it?"

Shikamaru's gaze flickered up to your face, witnessing the blank expression on your face.

'Oh, she's serious.'

He opened his mouth to speak, but the words halted when he looked closer at your appearance. You weren't in your normal outfit, instead opting for more casual attire.

Black leggings, an off-the-shoulder green long-sleeve, and closed-toed black shoes. Your hair was done, and makeup adorned your face.

"You look good." He commented and placed the tray on the bed in front of him. "What are your plans for today?"

"Thank you. I'm going to see Kiba for a bit, I promised we'd hang out today and then shop for some groceries. Is there anything specific you want?" You asked, grabbing your purse that your lazy boyfriend bought you for your twentieth birthday.

The black-haired male shook his head and took a sip from the tea, letting the liquid cease the scratchiness in the back of his throat.

"No, nothing. Have fun today, and don't let Kiba pull you into his useless shenanigans."

You stuck your tongue at him while closing your eyes. "Don't worry bout it me. I can take care of myself."

"I know."

A smile formed on your lips as you watched your boyfriend swallow a bite of the pancakes you made.

"Don't let me take all your time; I'll see you later." He said while waving his hand dismissively.

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms under your chest. Casually you walked closer to the male with slow, ominous steps.

He noticed your movement and halted, his gaze following your body. You came closer before dropping your purse on the ground.

Shikamaru didn't expect you to push him onto his back, crawling on top of his form and caging his hips with your knees.

His expression wasn't really one of surprise but more of 'oh, here she goes again.' Your hands were right next to his head as you gazed down at the male.

"Did you really think I was gonna leave and not get my goodbye kiss?" You sought and tilted your head.

The Nara male let his hands rest upon your hips. "Yes."

Your lips formed into a pout, your nails digging into the mattress beneath. Slowly you lowered your face closer to his.

"I am very selfish, darling." You hummed. "I am yours, which means you are also mine which in turn means that these-" You let one of your pointer fingers lightly brush against his lips. "-also belong to me. And because of that, I always want them."

Shikamaru sighed, his fingers pressing firmly into your body. "You are so demanding." He groaned before placing a quick peck on your lips.

"And you love it." You respond, letting your lips connect again but this time kissing him intensely. Lips moving in sync, slowly and lovingly.

When he pulled back, he gazed up at your appearance and swiped at the smeared lipstick on your bottom lip.

"And I love you."

You snickered, licking off the remainder of your lipstick before kissing his lips again. Before he had a chance to respond, you pulled away only to begin kissing down his jaw before stopping at the crook of his neck.

"How is it that I'm so utterly in love with you?"

Your words caused him to shiver from how hot your breath was on his cool skin.

"I was the only one willing to deal with your aggressive a**."

You looked down at the male for a moment, a blank expression on your face as you leaned back to sit on his lap.

Before Shikamaru could react, a pillow was placed over his face, followed by weight soon after.

He didn't even struggle, just letting you suffocate him.

You crinkled your nose and pulled it away from his face.

There was no movement from the male before he spoke soft words.

"My point exactly, you crazy woman. You'll probably kill me one day."

immediately you hit him with the pillow.

"No way. I can't be having the father of my kid dead yet."

Shikamaru froze, his eyes widening before flinging his gaze at you.

"(Y/n), are you-"

"No!" You shouted before tilting your head and raising your eyebrows suggestively. "Why? You tryna become a DILF?"

"(Y/n), oh my god." He sat up and yanked on one of the strands of your hair. "You're being troublesome. Go hang with Kiba before he and Akamaru come here and get the place all dirty."

You only gave him a cheeky smile and kissed his lips. "You love this troublesome woman, though."

"Yes, I do. Now scram before I kick you off the bed myself."

You got off his body and pouted. "So mean~."

The male waved his hand dismissively and grabbed his forgotten fork. "Yeah, yeah, I'm the mean one."

Picking up your purse, you blew the male a kiss before exiting your bedroom and shutting the door quietly behind you.

With your presence gone, the male let out a deep sigh. "She really got me on that one." He mumbled and placed another bite in his mouth.

"I'm in love with such a troublesome woman."

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"There you are! It only took you forever!"

You stuck your tongue out at the brown-haired male as you neared the two.

"Sorry, I was busy tryna get Shika out the bed and eat."

The male crossed his arms and shook his head. "Man's got a girlfriend who literally cooks breakfast in bed for him all the time. If only that could be me~."

You smacked the Inuzuka male on the back of his neck. "Don't worry! You'll find one soon! What about Tamaki!?"

It was the male's turn to slap you on the back of your neck. "I"d rather have you roast me alive than date that woman!"

"Okay~." You extended the word dramatically and looked down at the large white dog by your legs. "Didn't know he was the masochistic type."

"(Y/n)." He called your name with a deadpan expression. "You have actually nearly burnt down Konohagakure multiple times trying to roast motherf*ckers that pissed you off. I'd take my chances with your fire than that woman."

You stuck your tongue at him. "My fire is literally hot enough to melt rock. I can make f*cking glass outta the sand right here on the ground in front of us."

"Yeah, that's why you're so hot."

"Huh? My body temperature is 98.6℉ (37.6℃), just like everyone else's."

Kiba looked at you as if you were stupid. "That's not what I meant-you, know what, never mind. Let's go before it gets too crowded."

"Okay, weirdo."

The two of you began walking down the streets of Konohagakure, looking at all the stalls and having a look at their inventories.

"Look, it's you." You said, pointing to a painted mask with a dog face on it."

Kiba flared his nose before pointing at a panting at another stall. It was of a woman in a rather inappropriate position. Her legs open, one hand covering her lower private with her other hand grasping her breast.

You raised an eyebrow and turned to face the male. "How is that me?"

"It's of a wh*re."

"ARE YOU CALLING ME A WH*RE!?"

"Yeah, 'cause you're my wh*re."

You raised an eyebrow. "Huh? I thought I was your best friend."

"No, I-' The male slapped the back of your neck. "Stop being oblivious!"

"The h*ll you mean! I'm the most alert than the two of us!"

As if a drawing, it was like the both of you were growling the wild dogs.

"Aww, look at the youth of this young couple."

You and Kiba's action ceased, turning to face one of the vendors who looked at the two of you longingly.

"Yeah, aren't we cute!?" Kiba gushed and held your waist. You flicked the male's forehead before kicking him off of you.

"Sorry about that, ma'am. The boy just likes to embarrass me. He's just my friend."

"I am literally older than you by 2 years." Kiba hissed.

"Doesn't mean you got a brain in that head."

Kiba's brow twitched. "Run (Y/n). Cause once I get my hands on you, you'll be begging for this head."

"Oh my god!" You cried. "He's gonna make me as stupid as he is! Gotta go, ma'am!"

And with that being said, you began speeding through the streets, Kiba and Akamaru hot on your trail. You couldn't help but laugh, and even Kiba couldn't hide the bright grin on his lips.

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Shikamaru simply rolled his eyes, gathering the new record books from the store that Kakashi needed but was too lazy himself to get.

"What a drag." He huffed and lit a cigarette in his free hand. He looked up at the sky, viewing its vast blueness with creative-looking clouds in the sky.

"I'll just drop these off and then go cloud gazing."

He began his slow venture back to the Hokage office, casually looking around at the village around him. A sudden familiar screaming caught his attention.

His gaze turned to the street to his left, and he saw your frame. You were with Kiba and Akamaru, yelling at the Inuzuka male with an enraged expression.

His lips formed into a tiny smirk. 'Can't help but admire the fire that burns behind her eyes.'

That smirk fell once he witnessed Kiba's arms wrapping around your waist. He raised an eyebrow, but it quickly changed to him covering his mouth to stop the laugh that wanted to leave his lips.

You literally kicked Kiba like twenty feet in the air. The sight caused him to shake his head and continue on his walk back to the Hokage.

On his mind was just your crazy a** being the amazing woman you are.

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By the time the two of you stopped, you were on the other side of the village. It was a place you didn't usually visit since your home was way too far to just come here casually.

What caught your eye was a waterfall, its gushing waters collected in a pool where the floor glowed like crystals. Swimming craftily through it, was a duck and her ducklings.

"Aww." You gushed and crept to the edge of the waters to get a closer look. "Look at the mom and her babies."

The two males stepped by your side and squatted down. "They look ugly." He commented.

"Nuh-uh." You pointed out at the mama duck. "She gorgeous, and so are her 'lil babies. I'm tryna be like that. A MILF."

Kiba turned to you quickly. "Let me help."

You stuck your lips out and raised an eyebrow. "Huh? Why?"

"See I'm-" He placed a hand over his heart. "-am tryna be a DILF. And your tryna be a MILF so it's perfect!" He cheered.

Squinting your eyes, you shook your head. "How is that gonna help me be Shika's MILF?"

"(Y/n), I will be your DILF!"

"Bro, stop being shy and ask Tamaki already!"

The male grabbed his hair and basically yanked it against his skull. "You're f*cking hopeless, I swear." He huffed and plopped on his butt before lying on his back.

"Geez, you wh*re. Why don't you like her? I've seen how ya'll look at each other."

Akamaru curled in a ball against Kiba's side, quickly falling asleep as you both finally stopped yelling. The shaggy brown-haired male placed an arm over his eyes and sighed.

"It's just...It's just..." He groaned and huffed loudly.

"Come on, use your big boy words since you wanna talk about how you're older than me." You teased.

Kiba rolled his eyes and removed his arm so he could look up at your glimmering (e/c) orbs. He swallowed hard at what he felt was an intense gaze, but you just stared at him curiously.

"She's not you, (Y/n)."

"And?" You asked. "Aint nobody gonna be like me. I'm one of a kind, boy. But I'll apologize for making your expectations so high since I am such an amazing person."

The Inuzuka male sat up, his hands turning into fists by his side. "Nobody is ever going to meet those standards unless it's you. Don't you get it!"

You flinched back before poking the male's nose. "Yeah, you're gonna have to lower your standards; not everybody can be like your best friend. You're going to have to stop idolizing me like I'm a god first if you want a chance with a woman."

A smirk formed on your lips as you closed your eyes. "It won't be long till I find myself another devote follower and free you from these chains."

Kiba was taking deep breaths to calm himself down so he wouldn't snap on you and ruin the friendship the two of you had.

"Let's just f*cking go. I'm tired of this place." He finally said after a moment of silence.

He didn't wait for your reply as he got up and left, leaving you and Akamaru to stare at each other. "Grumpy man. He's gonna get wrinkles if he keeps making that face."

You suddenly sighed happily and brought your hands to your hair, tugging on it lightly. "Unlike my man who doesn't seem to get any blemish on his pretty face no matter how old he's getting. I'll look like a raisin before he even starts to crack!"

The large white dog just sighed before getting up and following after his master.

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Shikamaru listened to the rustling trees and howling wind as he lay under the shade. His arm supported his head on the ground with his ankles crossed over each other.

It was peaceful, and tranquil even as he enjoyed the sereness of the park. Only a few people were around, but they were far enough away for the black-haired male to hear nothing.

A satisfied exhale left his lips as he closed his eyes. The sun was beginning to lower, orange and blue mixing together in the sky.

The night would be falling soon, but the male would wait until then to leave because once he got home, he knew he'd have to deal with a hyperactive needy girlfriend waiting for him.

Speaking of his needy lover, he swore he heard her voice again. His eyes slowly peeled open as he sat up, searching for your voice he swore he heard.

A good distance away, he recognized your hair before he heard your contagious laughter. You were laughing at Kiba, who had fallen on the ground, rubbing the back of his head in pain.

The Inuzuka male suddenly gripped your ankles and yanked them, causing you to tumble down. You had fallen atop of him, your hands slamming into the dirt by his head with your legs on either side of his waist.

Your face held bewilderment for a moment before you pouted and gripped the male cheeks, pulling them harshly. Kiba whined and attempted to pull your grip off of him, but he was unsuccessful.

A devilish grin was on your lips as you laughed maniacally, pulling harder, causing Kiba to throw you off of him. He quickly switched position, now being atop and pulling your chubby cheeks.

Shika found himself swallowing strenuously. The sight was causing him to suddenly sweat, a sense of dread filling his chest as he witnessed the scene.

Normally these things didn't bother him; he wasn't the jealous type since he already knew how much you loved him. But that didn't mean his heart was completely bulletproof.

You are the love of his life; without a doubt, he'd want to spend the rest of his life with you. But was it the other way around with you?

Upon hearing your loud, boisterous laugh, he snapped out of his head and looked back over to the two of you. There was just something about hearing you laughing so hard at Kiba. It made his heart clench and his body hot with pain.

Yes, you laughed and joked around with Shika, but you never really laughed like that with him. Never laughed absolutely hysterical like you were absolutely enjoying yourself.

Tired of watching the scene, the Chunin stood to his feet and quickly left the area. By the time he returned home, it was dark outside, and you still had yet to retire.

A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he grabbed something from the fridge that you made and ate in silence, just thinking to himself.

Half an hour later, you finally returned home, locking the door behind you and walking through the house. "Hey, Shika." You called out but didn't stop to greet the male.

"Welcome back, (Y/n)." He murmured.

He turned his head upwards, looking through the doorway of the kitchen to watch your frame step upstairs and enter the bathroom. The shower soon turned on, followed by you squeaking from how cold the water was.

The situation had the male sick to his stomach; he stopped mid-chew to throw away the rest of his dinner and make his way to his study.

Immediately after your showers, you would fall fast asleep so he knew if he wanted to talk he'll have to do it tomorrow. For now, since he was such a late sleeper, he would work on some things for the sixth Hokage.

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In the morning, or should he say the afternoon was when he finally awoke. His stomach dropped when he opened his eyes and saw your space on the bed made.

Slowly sitting up, he realized he had awakened by himself without your assistance. Every morning you would wake him so he wouldn't waste his day, and every morning you made him breakfast without fail. He never asked for it, but you always did it out of the kindness of your heart.

But that morning he rose to a cold empty room. The smell of food was non-existent, only the scent of your perfume that must have been sprayed recently.

Shikamaru sat back against the bed frame and stared at the wall, wondering. The dread that was in his heart from the day before was making him feel physically ill.

He was worrying, with negative thoughts and emotions filling his body like poison in a bloodstream. He swallowed thickly and exited your shared bedroom to reach the kitchen.

It was untouched, everything in place just the way you liked it. A frown etched its way to his lips, the sight of the room adding to his dread.

Quickly he exited the room to shower and change before making his way to his office/study. The worrying was killing him, the only thing he could do was busy himself so he wouldn't think about it.

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By the time you returned home, the sun was setting once again. "Hey, Shika! I'm back; I didn't mean to be out for so long!"

You didn't get any response causing you to raise an eyebrow as you locked the front door. "Shika!" You called out but received no reply,

This caused you to scrunch your nose and frown. Immediately the first place you checked was his study. You knocked on the door, awaiting a reply but once again receiving none.

Instead of knocking again or leaving, you opened the door and stepped in. Shikamaru was sitting atop a pillow on the floor, sounded by books that looked too complicated for you to understand.

"Hey, babe. Are you okay?" You asked him.

He didn't respond for a second before he flipped the page in his book. "Yeah." He said back dryly.

His answer made an ugly look appear on your face. "Are you sure? You don't sound like it."

"Too bad." He snapped, causing you to recoil from his words.

"Haha." You laughed, yet your face was far from humorous. "You wanna get roasted?"

The Nara male flipped a page in his book before replying.

"Go ahead."

Your fingers twitched by your side. "You know I never make empty threats, Shikamaru."

Visibly the male flinched. You have never said his full name before; always Shika or some other nickname. By hearing you saying that, it was like you were attempting to distance yourself from him.

He shut the book in his fingers with one hand and turned to face you. "So what of it? It's not like it really matters to you, right?"

"Huh?"

Shikamaru stood to his feet and made his way past your frame, leaving you alone in the study. "Wait-Hey! Shikamaru!"

You quickly followed after him, seeing him pouring a glass of juice before taking a sip. His tongue swept over his bottom lip as he gazed out the window in front of the sink.

"Something is obviously bothering you, so why don't you tell me? I may not be a genius like you, but I can tell when something is upsetting you."

A bitter laugh left Shikamaru's mouth, his shoulders slumping slightly. "You can tell when something is bothering me, but you can't tell when someone is obviously trying to get in your pants?" He placed his glass on the counter and turned to face you.

"Don't make me laugh."

You bit your bottom lip and shook your head. "Shika, what do you mean? I don't understand. Whatever is bothering you won't be solved if you don't communicate with me. Isn't that what you always tell me?"

It was obvious what you said had an effect on the Nara male. His mouth parted with his body freezing. Slowly his hand reached out to your face, and you let him cup your cheek in his palm.

To your surprise, he suddenly gripped your shoulder and switched your positions. He pressed you against the counter with his body right against yours.

His hands pressed into the counter next to your body while he looked stared down at you. "Am I incompetent to you?" He sought, which caused you to blink.

"Huh? Of course not! Where did that question even come from!?" You replied, but it didn't seem like your answer meant anything to the male.

"Is there something so wrong with me that you need to look for it with someone else?"

You looked at his face, and I mean, you really looked at him. His jaw was clenched, his collarbone ever so prominent with his eyes holding so much hurt.

Before you could respond, he spoke first again. "I know I'm not some f*ckin' hyperactive person like you, but that doesn't mean I won't try harder for you."

"What?"

Shikamaru bit his lip, removing himself from you and showing his back. "How come I can't make you laugh as Kiba can?" He turned back, his face hard and his hands clenched by his side.

"How come I can't change your stubborn a** mind, but Kiba can with only a few words?"

With each word, he stepped closer to your frame until he was pressed right up against your body.

"How come Kiba is exactly like you, but you're in a relationship with me?"

He was so close you could feel the words basically rumbling off his chest. Taking in everything he let out, you connected the dots causing your lips to part.

"Oh my god. You're jealous!? You're actually jealous! And of Kiba!?"

You covered your mouth to stifle the laugh, but it wasn't enough. Shikamaru's jaw locked while he grasped your hips in a tight hold.

"Of course I am!" He shouted and lowered his head, so his face was in the crook of your neck. "He's just like you. Loud,-" Shikamaru licked the side of your throat. "-hyper,-" He kissed your soft skin and peppered them down to your cleavage. "-humorous,-" His hands skillfully undid the buttons to your shirt, revealing your bra that was hidden beneath. "-and optimistic."

You could feel his hot breath on your cold skin. Shivers ran up your spine as you watched him kiss down your naval. His dark brown eyes orbs met your (e/c) ones and grazed your skin with his teeth.

"He's perfect for you, yet you're with me." His hands reached around the back of your body, landing on your a** and squeezing them tightly. "I'm rude, aloof, and lazy. I don't want to ever go out unless you beg me."

His touch was driving you wild, lighting a fire beneath your skin that caused a need to grow in your sensitive areas.

He kissed the skin just above your leggings before flickering his gaze upwards to meet yours. His tongue trailed upwards, stopping once he reached below your chest.

Sloppily kissed the skin before reaching towards your breast and pulling them out of your bra. "S-Shika, wait!"

"No." He murmured against your skin while one of his hands upwards to grasp your throat. You took a shaky breath and felt the pressure on your larynx.

It wasn't too tight, but it was firm enough to put you in your place. Especially since normally you were the more assertive type.

Shikamaru was rather lazy and preferred you on top, so those rare moments when he took control were god-given.

He stood to his full height to stare down at you, gazing into your glimmering orbs with lips parted. His brows were furrowed, and a much more assertive expression graced his face.

Leaning down, you thought he was going to kiss your lips, but instead, he brought his hips lips to your left ear and squeezed his hand around your throat tighter.

You could feel the individual pads of his fingers digger into your soft flesh, and a soft wheeze echoed in the room.

"I'm rather insecure about that fact, so I don't appreciate you playing into my fears, (Y/n)."

You sucked in your stomach and gripped his shoulders tightly. "I don't mean to. You know I love you and only you." You replied softly.

Shikamaru didn't say anything for a moment before biting the top of your ear and letting his free hand snake it's way down your leggings.

His hand reached down to your sensitive area and immediately felt your liquids of arousal.

"I know."

You could feel the rough texture of his fingers rub against your cl*t, causing you to inhale raggedly. Swallowing strenuously, one of your hands gripped his wrist tightly and pushed his hand harder against your private area.

The action immediately made the Nara male remove his hands from within your pants and bring them to your face.

"Did I say you could do that?" He asked, his voice low and coarse.

Again you swallowed hard against his warm palm. "N-No."

Your lovely boyfriend pulled away from your ear and hovered above you. His fingers which were covered in your slick, moved to be in front of your lips.

He pressed forward, and you parted your mouth out of instinct.

"Suck."

You did not have to be told twice. Eagerly you allowed him to place two of his extremities within your mouth and sucked softly.

Tasting yourself at the same time gazing into the male glimmering brown orbs. You swiveled your tongue around them and hollowed your cheeks slightly.

Your hands intimately held his wrist, rubbing your thumbs against his smooth forearm.

"Harder."

Gladly you did as he said, sucking harder and applying pressure to them. A small trail of saliva dribbled down the corner of your lips.

The sight was simply erotic to the older male. His girlfriend, who was usually the more assertive dominant one was in a much more submissive position.

He had you pressed up against the counter, one hand around your throat the other one having you sucking on his extremities lewdly.

Slowly he pulled his fingers out, immediately seeing you swallowing hard and panting. He could feel the heat of your breaths against his face and pursed his lips.

His thumb softly swept across your bottom lip.

"Tell me that you love me." He suddenly ordered.

"Shika." His name came out like a breathless moan. "I love you."

The Nara male's hold on your throat was released only for him to take this chance to turn you around and push your front against the edge of the counter.

His body was pressed against yours, the bulge in his pants driving into your bottom. You could the warmth of his body and unconsciously pushed back against his body.

Shikamaru grasped the back of your hands and forced them down against the kitchen counter. "(Y/n)."

He brought his mouth back over to your sensitive ears. "I want to hear it again. Who do you love?"

You craned your neck to the side before replying. "You, it's you who I love."

The Chunin removed his hold on your hands only to grasp your pants and tug them down along with your underwear.

He could clearly see the clear slick that coated your c*nt and stained the bottom of your underwear. "I never knew you'd get so wet while being submissive."

"Hey." You called out but swayed your hips teasingly. "You don't need to call me out like that."

The older man trailed his calloused fingertips down your spine before stopping once he reached your bottom.

"I should be doing more. I'm not a fan of feeling jealous of others."

He gripped both of your wrists behind your back with one hand while his other slammed down and struck your left cheek.

"Ah!" A cry of pain left your lips as you jumped in your spot. You tried to pull away, but that only received another harsh smack on your other cheek.

His large hand caressed your scalp for a moment before he tangled his grip in your locks and tugged your head back.

You had squeezed your eyes shut from the stinging pain that resonated in your bottom before shooting up your body.

Shikamaru licked his lips while he let his hand that was holding your wrist reach past your bottom and press against your sensitive c*nt.

You didn't even attempt to hold back as you let the sound of pleasure escape your lips immediately after a choked gasp echoed out as he entered two of his long thick fingers in.

His fingers moved at a teasingly slow pace, enjoying the sight of you writhing and panting beneath him. Enjoying how you pulled your head against his hold that was grasping your hair.

The black-haired male brought his lips down to your shoulders, where he licked the skin on your left side before abruptly biting down.

"A-Ah~!" You whined, throwing your head back as you pressed your body as much as you could against the counter

While he marked your shoulder, the pace of his fingers grew slightly quicker while your liquids of arousal dripped down and coated his extremities.

He pulled his teeth away only to quickly place his lips against your soft, smooth skin and suck harshly, the action creating little stinging but tingling sensations.

You closed your eyes as you indulged in the sensation of his fingers entering your body. He curled his extremities, pressing them against sensitive areas that made you become like puddy in his hands.

He was so skilled, knowing exactly what to do, how hard to press, and how far to push his fingers in your body. You've been with the Nara male long enough for him to be ever so knowledgeable of your body.

If he could, he would study everything there was about you because he could never seem to get enough of you.

He suddenly pulled his fingers out only to bring them up to your cl*t and stroke softly. Your hips bucked from his action, already causing you to squirm.

You felt the older male grin against your shoulder, pleased with your desperate, needy response. Nonsensible words and hums of pleasure were the only things you could get out of your mouth.

Shikamaru let go of your hair only to undo his pants and pull out his stiff member that was already throbbing for attention. He grasped the base, pumping himself a few times before bringing it down to your c*nt and rubbing it along your wet folds.

"Say you love me." He murmured against your skin.

"I love you, baby."

Without warning, he grasped your hips, raising your a** up so he could enter his member within your walls.

Your eyes widened, a gasp became stuck in your throat. Immediately you trembled in your spot; desire and heat surged through your body while you squeezed down on him.

You dug your nails into the stone counter, pressing them in as his breathless groans made their way to your eardrums.

"Mmh~." You could help but mewl from it. One of your weaknesses was when Shikamaru was vocal, his sounds of pleasure mixing with your own as his c*ck throbbed inside of your body.

You shut your eyes, feeling the sensations spread throughout your body and already cloud your mind with desire.

Shikamaru's hold on your hips grew tighter as he pushed more of himself in. It allowed for the head of his c*ck to just barely touch up against the entrance to your womb and become swallowed by your tight wet walls.

Instantly you reacted to him, groaning aloud as you weakly grasped his wrist and attempted to pull him away. The saliva in your mouth felt thick and you could barely remember to swallow it. A dumb lustful expression covered your face, almost as if you became succumbed in delight.

His action caused a pool of indescribable sensations to form in the pit of your stomach; it was like a mix of love and pleasure that caused your mouth to grow dry.

You pressed your hips against the cold counter as you attempted to squeeze your thighs together, but that didn't receive a good response.

It caused Shikamaru to pull out just as quickly as he entered earlier, the tip left within your body before he plunged himself just as deep.

The Nara male's c*ck was felt twitching inside your walls from how warm you were was around him. Completely wet and soft, like velvet forming to engulf his member.

His hips jerked as he thrust slowly at first before gaining a moment and rolling his hips. Another thing you liked about Shikamaru was how he didn't just thrust his hips.

He rolled them into you, using the muscles of his lower body to rock into your tight walls. It was so good that you could feel every vein that protruded against the skin of his c*ck.

You molded around him as if your body was trying to keep him inside as much as possible. The pace of his gloriously rolling hips grew. Every time he rocked his hips forward, he pressed the head of his c*ck as deep as possible.

Your lover knew that every time he did that, you would writhe and cry aloud. It made your body weak, and almost all the strength in your legs dissipated.

With knees weak, you crumpled down, but Shikamaru pressed you ever so tightly against the cold kitchen counter, rocking his hips astonishingly swiftly as if his male impulses were taking over.

Mewls and moans escaped your lips, loudly echoing in the room. But it wasn't only you that was quite loud; the black-haired male was quite vocal as the s*xual act continued.

Coarse husky grunts were being released into your ears that felt as if they were vibrating across your body. His voice only made you more aroused, the overstimulation of the activity already turning you into a mess.

Shikamaru's hands maneuvered around your smaller frame so one could be wrapped around your waist while his other grasped your shoulder tightly, his arm in between your breast.

The new hold on your body brought his large, broad chest against your back so he could hold you closer to him.

It also allowed him to get a better hold on you, enabling him to powerfully thrust within your body. Your hands were squeezing into fists, your nails digging into your palm while you trembled in his hold.

The overstimulation was putting your body into overdrive, a few tears cascading down your face and dripping down your chin.

Your whole body was tingling with every thrust forcing you to clench down even more. You were clutching him unbearably tight, so tight that the male's hold on your body felt as if he was crushing you.

He couldn't get enough of the mewls and cries of pleasure you were making, especially since he was the one bringing about this aroused, exciting nature.

It wasn't Kiba; it wasn't his other friends, it was him. It was all him that was absolutely devouring you.

His touch was like fire, burning at your skin, but instead of pain, it was a soothing pleasurable sensation. It drove you wild, pushing you to the edge.

Your limbs grew sore from the position, your hip bone aching from being up pushed against the stone kitchen counter, though you weren't going to stop until you came.

It felt like this had been going on for hours, but you had no idea of how much time had passed since you two had started.

That remarkable sensation in your lower abdomen formed. A tight pulsating feeling that could only mean one thing.

Your org*sm was arising, your abdomen clenching while you sucked in your stomach. The male could feel the heat wafting off from your body, his grip becoming slightly loose for a second before he fixed it and tightened his hold.

Shikamaru swallowed thickly and increased the speed of his thrust. His crotch hit your bottom as his c*ck pulsated and throbbed, feeling as if he was reaching farther and farther every time he thrust.

Your whole body was trembling as your climax grew closer and closer. Your limit was there at the edge. You could feel it anticipating being released.

The Nara male's face was contorted in pleasure, his brows furrowed and his lips parted. Breathless moans and grunts were leaving his mouth.

His rolling hips increased, slightly sloppy as you knew your lover was nearing his own release.

"Shika, I-I love you with everything I have." You swallowed the saliva in your mouth to quench your dry throat. "I don't want to ever not be with."

You didn't expect your words to make the male thrust even faster. He huffed and groaned, digging his fingers into your soft flesh.

"Sh*t." He cursed and leaned his head closer to yours. "I'm so f*cking in love with you."

With the overwhelming amount of stimulation flooding through your body, the tight, tingling sensation in your lower abdomen basically released.

"F*ck~." You cursed under your breath, your words slurred and barely audible but the male heard it.

Your (e/c) eyes rolled slightly in the back of your head leaned down on the counter, and gripped its edge tightly.

You had forced your hips slightly backward while you sucked in your stomach. Every muscle in your body contracted with your body tensing up.

Your back arched upwards, the divet in your spine fairly visible. Your cl*max was brought to you for the first time, your walls unbearably tight and warm as you came. The liquids of your org*sm milked his c*ck, the presence of it being seen on his member every time he had pulled out.

You reached the very peak of your ecstasy as it burst and spread all throughout your body. Pleasure rushed throughout your veins like adrenaline would. With eyes rolling back in your head drool dribbled down the corner of your lips.

You saw white with your hearing suddenly zoning in and out, the only thing you could hear was the man's muffled grunts and groans in your ears.

He was hitting the deepest areas of your body while the heat of his skin wafted off onto yours. His large hands held you so close and tight against his.

The creamy white liquid of your org*sm pooled around the base of his c*ck and spread across your folds that were already sopping wet.

As the lover boy continued to thrust sloppily, the liquids of your arousal and climax smeared all over his crotch and dripped down your thighs.

With your climax that you had not even a moment later, everything was extra sensitive. You quivered beneath, unable to hold back the deafening cries of pleasure.

Shikamaru could physically feel you trembling against his chest. His lips found their way to the other side of your shoulder, where he kissed and sucked firmly.

And not even a moment later did the male suddenly feel that unbearably tight tingling sensation in his abdomen, signifying he had reached the peak of his org*sm.

Ecstacy flowed through his veins as his member twitched within your walls. His pace slowed as he came, his c*ck spurting out a thick load of his hot c*m.

It pooled within your womb as well as some of it seeped out and dripped down the soft smooth skin of your thighs.

It was so warm and hot that it felt like a heating pad was placed atop your abdomen, right where your womb was in your body.

A satisfied sigh left your lover's mouth as he rested himself inside of you for a little longer, relishing in your warmth before removing himself from inside you.

He leaned his head against the middle of your back and attempted to catch his breath.

"You should be assertive more; maybe I should make you jealous again."

Shikamaru turned your body around to face him, and you could see his jaw clenching.

"If you do that, I swear I will have no mercy on you."

...

"Tempting."

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Wg comic story idea (WIP)

I thought of an idea to break in my newer OCs with a bigger story, and to properly establish Martha as a villain character as a foil for the others. Here's what I have so far.

Martha and Rose are on a "date" (Rose think's they're just hanging out) and Martha keeps berating her on her eating choices. So she keeps taking Rose's food and eating it to make fun of her because she thinks she can get away with it.

After their hangout Martha goes back home and does whatever and goes to sleep. But then she wakes up and gets ready to go to work but her pants are a little tighter and she gets pissed because she prides herself on being really fit and skinny So she swears revenge on Rose and plans to work off the fat but then she has another idea. If everyone else around her is fat, she'll seem skinny by comparison, so she doesn't have to exercise as much. (she's also a little lazy) so cut to their (Blake, Scott, Camilla, Martha) job. They work at a company that specializes in products and such concerning expansion stuff Camilla is working in her lab and Martha approaches her

"Good morning, Camilla. We have a new project for Research and Development. We're trying to combat food waste. Did you know that around 40% of all food is wasted every year?" "Yes" "Well making less food would be less profitable for our business partners, so instead we're going to develop a new product. Food won't be wasted if people eat more" "So you want me to make an appetite stimulant?" "Sort of. Yes. It'll be more of a line of food flavorings. Some for sweet foods, others for salty, etc. But we are going to use these specific ingredients in it"

Martha hands her a clipboard and Camilla reads it over "Martha, most of these are all highly addictive. There's some stuff on here I don't even recognize" "I'm just the messenger, Cami. Don't worry about the legality of it" "I'm not worried about the legality, I'm worried about the-" "Great! Get started immediately. All of your other current projects are on hold until this is complete" "…okay…"

Martha leaves the room with a devious smile on her face as Camilla gets to work on procuring the ingredients and synthesizing a sample Around a day or so later Martha checks back up on her. Camilla has a few samples ready but she hasn't tested them yet. Testers are basically volunteers that get paid a certain amount of money to test new products for the company. they're like gig workers or freelancers but they're freelancing their body to be used i guess. idk. anyways martha is a little more out of breath than usual. She gained a little more weight. like 5-10 pounds overall (which is honestly normal for most people, but not her) Camilla notices this. They both share a moment of staring at each other's bodies. Martha's clothes are a little tighter. A little more stomach. A little more ass. Camilla is currently smaller than she is. She and Scott exercise pretty regularly and cook at home most of the time.

Camilla breaks the silence "are you okay?" "I'm fine. Where are the samples?" "They're all here. I haven't tested them yet though." "Why not?" "You're supposed to do that. Aren't you the executive manager of the whole company?" "oh. Well you should've told me you needed some. I'll be right back."

Martha smiles, and leaves for a minute. She comes back, obviously pretending to be dejected. "We're all out" "all out? What do you mean? we have hundreds." "they're all busy." "busy with what? You said all of the other R&D projects are postponed" "Look, Camilla, we need to get this product out there soon before our competitors catch wind of it and develop their own formulas. It's not my fault we're out of testers. Just find someone from the department to test them. They'll be properly compensated." "But everyone else in R&D is still out from the last testing disaster. I'm the only one left!" "then you know what to do. I want some results by the end of the week. Or there will be no one left in the R&D department"

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Beebo's memories of his last case forcefully enter his mind

"I would never judge a person for hiring a detective for a cat, and I would never judge a colleague for accepting such a case, but somehow, someway, I am very much judging myself.

Are my prices too low? Or is it better that is this low? I mean, work is work, but also, what would the academy think ...?"

"Oh Sir Williamson the fifth, it's you and me against the world"

"... There's no way they call him by his full name"

"Alright, professional Beebo time! Let's review"

"People around the area said that this is an area with a lot of cats, so if Sir Williamson ran away following some friends, he's probably here"

"And what better place to hide in the meantime than a big abandoned building?"

"Yeah, no, this place has seen better days"

"It's close enough to civilization that stray cats could get in, and far away for people to not care"

"This was some sort of half house half art display if I'm not wrong, perfect for a silly kitty to play in"

"It looks a bit dangerous, but I really want to see what's inside"

"I'm curious, I'm so curious. I need to get in already"

He enters the building

Something feels

Wrong

"Yeah, no, this place is a dump"

"Uhh, any kitties here?"

"... no response. Well, it was expected"

"Seems like there's still a few art pieces hanging around. They are not in the best shape, though, or are they? This might just be how it was made"

Looking at the wall ahead, he sees a framed picture

"Oh, that's useful, let's see...

I'll just go straight ahead and turn to reach the stairs.

I should be able to see something that indicates the presence of a cat"

He goes through the door

"I dont really mind graffiti, but why break the art?

Unless this was meant to be broken to send a message about what we consider art and not??

Maybe I should've investigated more, but all I got is that this place is supposedly haunted"

"If there's any ghosts in this building, have any of you seen a little grey cat?"

...

"Once again, no response. Rude!"

"All right, straight up ahead"

A tiny corridor with ruined paintings on the wall

"For being an abandoned place, it sure doesn't have any bugs

I dont think I've seen a single spider or fly. Maybe the faint smell of painting chemicals keep them away?"

"I don't even hear rats scurrying around"

"Hello? Any rats around here?"

"... Nothing. Not a squeak or little feet running around.

Maybe they are just hiding very well"

He goes through the first door

And finds another corridor

"Artists and their corridors"

The two doors lead to bathrooms

He goes through the third one

He finds a room that resembles a kitchen. There's only small and broken furniture.

The next room resembles a living room. This must be the House part of the art installation

He goes through another door and finds some stairs. He doubts the strength of the stairs, but after a few little jumps in the wood, he finds it sturdy and goes up

"Ah, so this is the studio, very nice, I would love an office this size

Although most things are broken, i can kind of see how a bedroom could be situated in the far corner"

"Here kitty, kitty! Are you here, kitty?"

"Uh, Sir Williamson the third? Come here baby!!"

He makes kissy noises, but nothing, no cat

The whole way here, he hasn't even seen a single cat hair.

Or rat, or spider, or fly

Just some moss sometimes

"Ah, I guess my theory has been debunked. There's no kitty here. It doesn't even even smell like cat pee!"

"There's a bit more rooms left, but I'm pretty sure there is no cat"

"I'll just keep asking the houses around here"

"Man, I didn't even see a ghost. This sucks"

He traces back his steps to the room he came in

"Welp, I guess I admired some art today. That counts as doing something productive!"

He calls for the cat one last time

But there's only silence

He opens the door to go back outside

There's a corridor

#have funny detective moment #this is a flashback! memories! #im planning on getting the whole flashback posted today #its gonna be a late beebo posting day once again #detective beebo