#i couldn't even BUY them now i have to wait until i get paid on the 20th

[wintabite]

late nights w/ riki

GENRE! fluff

NOTES! gn!reader, est relationship, reader and riki r still in school, wc: 230+ for all

SYNPOSIS! just things you'd do instead of sleeping with riki!

✭ CONVENIENCE STORE RUNS

half asleep with your head resting on your boyfriend's shoulder, you felt light pokes on your cheek, many of them. the sudden touches startled you a bit, causing you to slowly become more awake.

"ki?" you mumbled, he took his hand back, shutting the laptop which was playing a movie in front of you two.

"we're going somewhere, get up" he informed, which confused you because it was 12:36 at night. an odd time to be leaving the house.

"okay..?" too tired to question where you were headed, you slowly got up, fixing up your hair and stretching as he led you out of the house.

the walk was short, but once you guys arrived, you knew it should've been obvious. of course he was taking you to a convenience store, he always does, especially at the most questionable hours. hand in hand, you two entered the luminescent building, waving to the visibly bored cashier before making your way to your favourite aisle. the chips, of course. there were always so many options, from doritos to a knock-off version of lays; 'slays'.

"i'm gonna get a drink, be right back" you told him after grabbing your go-to brand. riki was still deciding, he was always picky about what he wanted for the mood he was in, but for you, it was easy.

"noo, don't go" he held onto your hand tighter after you tried to slip it away, not letting you leave.

"it'll be a second!" you tried to reason, but riki didn't plan on separating from you for a second. god this boy was so clingy sometimes.

"my hand will get cold and fall off, you have to stay!" he paused, trying to think of the best way to bribe you "i'll buy you those gummies you like. i hid the last pack on purpose!" he smirked, knowing you couldn't deny those sour-filled strawberry gummies with the cute characters on the packaging. you gave in, and literally did not let go of his hand until you two got back home.

✭ STUDYING

riki wasn't much of a scholar, at all, and maybe you weren't a complete nerd, but you did try to get good grades. you two had a history test coming up, and not wanting to fail like the last time, you planned on studying that friday night. though, riki was dying for you to sleep over, so he invited you with the promise that he'd study with you and quiz you. now, he was more focused on doodling and making little comments instead of memorizing important dates and events.

"love, if you draw one more deranged cat i'm going to throw you out the window" you playfully threatened him, staring down at the page of solely doodles which was illuminated by a little desk lamp. what previously had a few minor notes written now had many.. questionable.. looking cats.

"i don't get it. who is the bald guy? what did he even do?" he switched the topic.

"if i tell you the whole story will you actually listen?" you tilted your head, admiring his pretty face at the same time.

"well, i'll try"

"after, i'll ask you questions about it, if you get them right i'll kiss you!" after saying that, riki paid VERY close attention to each and every detail of the story, getting every question you asked right, earning him several kisses. he didn't mind studying if it would be like that.

✭ KISSING

straight up, you two will stay up so long just kissing and taking breaks in between to giggle and talk. whether it be on his couch when his parents aren't home, or in the bathroom while there are guests over, you two love to stay up late just kissing.

"wait, i'm not done my story yet!" you pulled away from a long and loving kiss he gave you, since he interrupted you in the middle of a story you were telling, you wanted to get to the good part before you got too distracted by his pillowy lips. "she essentially just called me a rascal, i guess she was trying to offend me?' you continued.

"oh, wow" he mumbled, trying to make it seem as if he were listening to your story, but he really wasn't. you were tired, he was tired, and you were both sitting at the edge of his bed, unable to look away from eachother.

"old people, they really-" before you could finish, riki leaned in again, pressing his lips onto yours, giving you all of his love in a lazy kiss. you couldn't help but give in, the way he held the side of your face and the way he tucked strands of loose hair behind your ear, it drove you crazy. hearing your voice and watching your lonely lips move drove him crazy too. the night was still young, and he had no plans of going to sleep, he craved the feeling of being so closely connected to you, and couldn't get enough of the sweet lingering taste of lipbalm you had applied earlier.

✭ gaming

just you, him, nintendo switches in hand, and a tv. you two were playing mario kart, your character on the right and his on the left side of the large screen. you two were sitting back on the couch, you leaned against him, and you were very concentrated on the game. riki noticed that, and sacrificed driving off of the road to put his hand over your eyes, blocking your vision.

"riki! stop!" you squealed, hitting his hand with the controller, causing him to move it away from your face. he laughed, but you didn't, because you dropped by two places. "i'm not in 2nd anymore! are you serious!" now he was in second place, and close to catching up to first.

"my bad, a ghost moved my hand" he fake apologized.

"yeah and you'll be sleeping on the couch with that ghost instead of with me" you concealed a smirk, staring ahead at the tv as if you said nothing, but he shot his eyes towards you.

"what! i'm sorry! for real!" his eyes darted from the tv, to you, and so on because he still had to somewhat focus on the game.

"nuh uh"

"i'll give second place back to you, baby" he compromised, which sounded like a good idea to you. he stopped moving so you could catch up, replacing him in second place.

"and you have to change into the matching pajamas.." you added to the deal after you caught up, you were wearing the cute set of hello kitty pajamas, and were dying to see your boyfriend in his matching ones. riki knew he didn't have a choice.

a/n: i love this man saur much sigh

#enhypen #enhypen fluff #enhypen niki #enhypen riki #niki x reader #nishimura riki #ni ki #riki x reader #riki fluff

[cheeseceli]

Shut me up

Pairing: Choi Soobin × Gn!reader

Genre: fic, fluff, friends to lovers

Prompt: "I know I talk too much, so honey come put your lips on mine and shut me up"

Warnings: the rest of txt make a slight cameo, soobin is a loser (affectionate)

A/n: thank you for requesting this with him because I was hoping someone would😭 enjoy! | Join the 1k event

Yours and soobin's first kiss was... Kind of a hopeless mess.

It all started with a date you didn't even know was a date. Following his friend's advice, he invited you out. Just keep it casual, they will love it. That's what Yeonjun said.

Soobin wishes he could punch Yeonjun right now.

That's simply because you were both sitting side by side on a bench in the park, and you've just asked when the others were coming along.

"Probably soon, I think they might be stuck in traffic."

You nodded, thinking it probably made sense. But it actually didn't. Because no one was coming. Maybe keeping it so casual was a mistake, considering you thought it was so casual that it would be just a normal outing among friends. Not a date. Not that Soobin was stressing over it, of course not.

He just casually wants to punch Yeonjun.

But he also should kick Taehyun since it was his idea to come to a park this weekend. Saturdays are always great for dates, there's no better day than this one. Taehyun was a very smart guy and, since he told Soobin that the place and weather would be perfect, he was most likely right as always.

Except it started to rain.

You and your clothes, that made you look more ethereal than you already were, were getting wet. And so was your date friend. When you got up from the bench, Soobin swore he heard his heart get broken thinking about how you were going to bid your farewell. Happily, you just said "Let's go to some cafe, we can wait for them there".

You were way smarter than Taehyun, that's a fact.

Buy them something to drink. Now that was Hueningkai's advice. Soobin thought to himself for a second before complying; that one couldn't go wrong. He had the money - he made sure to avoid his wallet around the guys. He also knew your favourite drink by heart and the place was very nice. Okay, that one really couldn't go wrong.

"Go find us somewhere to sit, I'll have something for us to drink" he told you smiling, hoping to look confident and cool.

You smiled back at him. Oh my God that must've worked right?? Soobin was about to kiss kai for giving him the only right advice until now.

In his opinion, everything was going on pretty smoothly. They had your order there, it smelled good and it looked nice. For a second, Soobin thought he could really impress you, even if it's with a silly thing like that.

That is, until this random guy dropped his coffee in his shirt. Yeah, that really sucked.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" the person said. The coffee was kinda hot but not enough to hurt him, but sadly it was enough to ruin his shirt. Of course he had to wear a white shirt that day.

"It's okay, don't worry" The stranger even paid soobin's and yours coffee as an apology but he doesn't know if that made him feel better or worse about the whole situation. Sorry Kai, I couldn't pay for the drinks.

But once he sat down next to you, your eyes turned confused at the exact moment, and you didn't hesitate on taking some napkins to try and help soobin's shirt. A win is a win, he thinks when he feels your hands trying to dry his sleeve. His skin was getting hotter and redder. He hopes you assumed it was the hot coffee.

Don't forget to compliment them, Beomgyu said. Usually Soobin wouldn't hesitate on ignoring any possible advice his friend could give, but this one felt like the sanest thing he had said in a while. Maybe it was worth the risk.

He started to look at you, still focused on trying to clean his shirt. There were just so many things he could compliment. He loved the way your eyes would squint when you were paying attention to something. He loved how your skin felt delicate when you were touching him. He could spend hours talking about how your hair framed your face perfectly or how your voice was adorable. He also really liked your lips, a lot. If he could, he would kiss you right on the spot.

"What?"

"What?"

You were looking at him confused, like you were solving the hardest of puzzles in your head. But Soobin doesn't understand. He didn't do anything, nor said something that could make you have his reaction. He just...

His hand flew to his mouth, covering it and only showing his wide eyes in total horror. No way he said that. He couldn't have said that.

"Did you just say that..." you tried to formulate it without sounding weird, not that the situation itself wasn't already bad enough "that you wanted to kiss me?"

He laughed. Little giggles started to get past his lips, but it was extremely clear that it was a laugh filled with panic. How can someone screw things up so badly?

"No, no. I mean yeah I did but no! I shouldn't have said that, it was a mistake. Not that I didn't mean it, because I did, but in a sense that I shouldn't have said it, you know?" he looked at you trying to find a string of hope, any sign that he was on his way of fixing things, but damn he was so lost. "Like, I won't actually kiss you! I wanted to but then, no hold on. I wouldn't do it like this, in something like... You understand what I mean right?"

He doesn't know for how long he kept on speaking any random excuse he could think of. At some point, his panicked laugh got mixed with words and the only thing he could say were unintelligible sounds. You could almost see a little smoke getting out of his brain. He only came to a stop when you kissed the corner of his mouth, shutting him up immediately.

Did you just... kiss him?

You giggled lightly, probably at how awestruck he was right now. It wasn't even a kiss on his lips - unfortunately - but he felt like he could die a happy man at that moment.

"I can't believe I'll have to thank the boys for that."

"Weren't they tagging along?"

Oh.

"Now that's kind of a funny story..." You could see he was collecting his breath to start yapping again, but he stopped right when he saw you smile. Apparently, both your kiss and smile had the ability to stop his brain.

Suddenly he started to talk again, not knowing exactly what he was ranting about this time. His words probably weren't even coherent, but maybe you'd kiss him to shut him up once more.

Maybe this one kiss would land on his lips instead.

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Thank you for reading 💛

Taglist (open!): @zzzzzwicked @yuyubeans

Credits for images 1 , 2 and 3

Dividers by @thecutestgrotto

#celi fic #celi 1k event #tomorrow x together x reader #tomorrow x together imagines #tomorrow x together fluff #tomorrow x together soobin #tomorrow x together scenarios #tomorrow x together #txt x reader #txt fluff #txt imagines #txt soft thoughts #txt soft hours #txt soobin #txt fanfic #choi soobin #soobin x reader #txt #soobin scenarios #soobin fluff #soobin fanfic #soobin #longest fic I've done so far #ngl I'm proud of this one

[maristarfish]

"I quite like it."

Neuvillette x f!reader - Established relationship - Neuvillette decides on the perfect gift for reader - Fluff - NO use of y/n

Or; Neuvillette picks out lipstick for his wife.

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For NIKA ٩(｡•́‿•̀｡)۶ Have a wonderful day, I hope this makes it a little better!

@mxyarylla

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You breathe in the fresh scent of cake as you walk down the streets of Fontaine, holding the cake box in your hands. Nuevillette walks besides you, looking around.

You insisted you get cake today, and he couldn't be happier to get you what you want.

"Neuvi, did you want anything else while we were out?" You asked, looking up at him.

He thought for a moment. "...No, I cannot think of anything."

"Okay.. Well just know this is your final time! Cause when we get home I'm not letting you leave."

He chuckled. "Oh, really? I suppose I'll have to think fast, then."

Neuvillette continued to look around, spotting a young woman who seemed to be selling lipstick. He was interested now, wanting to take a closer look.

"Come, dear. I think I've found something."

You nodded, walking over with him. You didn't really pay attention to what the woman was selling.

Until he started picking up multiple colors of lipsticks and holding them up. Neuvillette dwindled it down to one color, one natural and fitting to your taste.

"I'll buy this one, please." He told the woman. She nodded and started ringing him up.

"Wait! Neuvi, you don't have to.."

"I'm simply buying you a gift. I don't see a problem. Besides, it is your shade, yes? I do think so."

You looked at the lipstick again, it definitely was. It was such a beautiful shade, too.

"Okay.." Finally, he paid for the item and thanked the lady. You two walked all the way home. Him now holding the cake and you holding a small bag with your new lipstick inside.

When you arrived home, he sat down the cake on the dining table. You opened up the lipstick and revealed it fully. It was unused and perfect. There's something special about newly bought lipstick. And this time, it was from your husband.

You tried it on and he walked over, the color staining your lips as you smiled at him gracefully. He smiled back, admiring your shade. The one that he had picked out, he was proud of himself. He thought it looked beautiful, and he was right.

"You like it?" You asked. Just then, he closed the space between you too, and kissed you. It caught you off guard, you didn't expect him to do that at all. He broke the kiss, smiling again.

"Hmm.. I quite like it."

You're not even sure if he was talking about the lipstick... Or you? Both? You may never know.

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Word count: 421 ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) 

Ty Nika for always checking up on me! You're so nice. It's a little late for me, so I apologize for any spelling mistakes LOLL

#genshin impact #neuvillette #neuvillette genshin #neuvillette x you #genshin #neuvilette x reader #neuvilette genshin

[mitsuki91]

Of course because my brain can not stop and it's full of floating snowbaird plots, now I am thinking about a story post canon where Lucy Gray return to 12 and with Maude Ivory as the snowbaird ambassador... So I write a little bit and I present to you my own version of Maude Ivory, the new menance to society, who has the best (worst) part of Lucy Gray charm and Coriolanus manipulation:

She saw him again a year and a half later.

Unbelievable. Maude Ivory had insisted on taking part in this phantom Victory Tour that Panem was advertising everywhere - while Lucy Gray had stayed cooped up at home because she couldn't bear the thought of the Hunger Games, just as she had been at home during the summer event - and so she had gone to the square, alone in the crowd, to watch the little speech that that year's Victor was going to give.

And there he was.

Her hands itched. Maude Ivory bit her tongue, thinking back to the promise she had made, but there had to be a way... A way...

Coriolanus was not alone. He was moving with a small group of people - a blonde woman who looked like him, another blonde woman who looked like she had a stink on her face, and one with black hair so straight it looked like silk and an almost sullen expression - but she couldn't let this opportunity pass her by.

When the stage show ended she slipped through the crowd, taking advantage of her petite build and the fact that no one really paid attention to a nine-year-old girl, until she found herself just behind the group.

"... How dreary" the obnoxious blonde woman was saying "And you put up with what? A month? Far too long, if you ask me."

Maude Ivory leaned even closer and then tugged at the sleeve of Coriolanus' red coat.

He turned instinctively towards her and the world froze.

She saw it, in his blue eyes. An instant of panic, and then a pain so sharp it hurt reflexively, and then... Nothingness. A flat calm, deposited like the fine coal dust that covered everything at the Seam.

"... Do you have any caramel popcorn?" asked Maude Ivory, assuming her best good-girl-does-sweet-eyes expression.

The small group had stopped with Coriolanus and the girls were all puzzled and silent.

"No," replied Coriolanus, dryly.

Maude Ivory used her secret technique of making-a-cute-pout. Just a little glossy-eyed, to soften.

She let go slowly of his coat sleeve, trying to put in as much devastation as a poor, dirty, starving child could muster - which was a lot, she had to admit, so Maude Ivory congratulated herself as she waited for any reaction from him.

Which did not wait.

Coriolanus' lower lip trembled imperceptibly and his eyes filled with pain again - with regret, Maude Ivory realized at that moment.

A second later and Maude Ivory felt herself being lifted into his arms and found herself hanging by his side, her face at his height, while he smiled, tenderly, masking his suffering.

"Hey, how about I buy you a cake instead?"

"A cake? A whole one?!"

"Of course."

"Will you get me a chocolate one?"

"Whatever you like. Only, you have to help me. You see, I've never been to this part of the District: will you guide me to the bakery?"

Maude Ivory smiled and let out a few exclamations of enthusiasm. She began to guide him noisily and chaotically, pointing with her arms and hands, laughing when he pretended to take a wrong turn to be corrected. With a very small part of herself she was aware that the other girls were following them and that their expressions were priceless: of pure amazement, speechless in front of that spectacle in which Coriolanus almost made a fool of himself just to make a little girl laugh.

Perfectly so, thought Maude Ivory, enjoying the power she wielded over all of them, Coriolanus above all.

Barb Azure used to tell her that she was too smart and sprightly for her age, and in that moment Maude Ivory fully understood what her cousin meant. And she was proud of it.

Finally they arrived at the bakery, where Maude Ivory, still in Coriolanus' arms, made a lot of other scenes pretending to be undecided between different chocolate cakes. Finally she chose a medium-sized, heart-shaped one - because, it was obvious, even if he didn't know it, it had to be a gift from Coriolanus to his Lucy Gray - and as Coriolanus struggled to get the money out of his coat pocket, she threw her arms around his neck and laid her head on his shoulders, hugging and cuddling him. Surreptitiously she peered at the girls and saw that the obnoxious blonde looked disgusted, so she smiled brightly at her.

"Who are you?" she asked her, direct and innocent.

She emitted an annoyed snort.

"Livia Cardrew," she replied, "Coryo's girlfriend. You know, the guy who's buying you a cake for no good reason." she added in a hiss, addressing him.

Maude Ivory felt Coriolanus stiffen beneath her and widened her smile.

You are deluded, blondie.

"Then prepare yourself, for when I am grown I will take him away from you," she replied, quietly, and saw the dark-haired girl turn to hide a laugh in the palm of her hand.

"Oh really?" asked the third girl, smiling amused "And what is your name?"

"Maude," replied Maude Ivory. She purposely didn't say her middle name because, she knew, 'Maude' could be a Miss Nobody, but 'Maude Ivory' belonged to the Coveys - and the Coveys were a secret she only wanted to share with Coriolanus.

He seemed to appreciate it, however, as he turned his head slightly to the side to leave a light kiss in her hair.

That earned her another grunt of disapproval from stink-below-the-nose-Livia and an even squeakier laugh from the other girl.

"Then nice to meet you, Maude. I am Tigris, Coryo's cousin, and in a few years I will be honored to be a relative of yours."

You don't know how much, thought Maude Ivory.

Coriolanus had managed to pay, so they all left the bakery.

"Will you take me home?" asked Maude Ivory to Coriolanus "I'll tell you the way."

"Of course," replied Coriolanus, in a low voice.

Maude Ivory knew she was directing him towards many memories. Good memories, she hoped, though they must be full of bitterness since he didn't know Lucy Gray was back and well.

Fate would decide.

She would not break any promises, she would not say anything, but Coriolanus was going to return to the Covey house. And there he was going to find Lucy Gray.

They walked for about a quarter of an hour. Maude Ivory had chatted a little with the girls - she had found out that the third was called Clemensia and that she had been invited to attend the Victory tour as a friend of Tigris, who was the stylist, and Coriolanus, who was responsible for the success of the event.

Then they had arrived. The last house before the meadow.

Maude Ivory had stirred and slipped out of Coriolanus' grasp. Tam Amber had come out of the house and merely observed them, puzzled.

"Look!" had exclaimed Maude Ivory, taking the bag from Coriolanus' hands "Coryo gave me a cake!"

The girls called him that, so she had decided she would do the same.

Tam Amber took the bag from her hands and opened it, looking at the box with the cake shop symbol.

"Mmmmh..." he commented, neutral "Did you say thank you properly?"

Maude Ivory returned to Coriolanus and pulled him tightly into a hug. He, puzzled, merely looked at her.

"What a warm coat!" she exclaimed, looking up at him and enacting another skit of her own "I bet it would look great on my cousin Barbie! Do you know she has to run every morning to get warm because we don't have enough fabric for winter clothes?"

Come on, thought Maude Ivory, take the bait.

Coriolanus stared at her for several moments, confused. Then he raised an eyebrow, puzzled. He looked both irritated and amused.

“You want my coat? For... Your cousin?” he asked finally.

Maude Ivory performed a huge sly smile.

"My cousin would thank you very much if she were here, I'm sure."

Holy stars in the sky, that wasn't even a lie.

Coriolanus hid his mouth behind his hand. A flash of pain in his eyes, and then a secret laugh.

“You know what? That's fine. You've earned it,” he finally told her, taking off his coat. Maude Ivory heard the blonde hen exclaim "What?!" and ignored her. She took the coat from Coriolanus' hands and folded it back on itself, holding it up so it wouldn't touch the ground.

"Thank you! We will make good use of it!"

"I hope so. It's fine tailoring, you know."

"Fine what?"

"Never mind."

Coriolanus tousled her hair in a gesture that was both affectionate and familiar. Lucy Gray always did it to her.

"Kiss?" asked Maude Ivory.

Coriolanus raised an eyebrow again and then leaned towards her to leave a small kiss on her cheek.

"I really have to go now... Maude."

"Well, thanks for everything, stranger."

Coriolanus turned, after nodding to Tam Amber, and had almost reached the end of the street when Maude Ivory shouted one last thing to him.

"If you can, send me some caramel popcorn when you get home!"

She heard him burst out laughing and smiled back with thirty-two teeth. Coriolanus turned for a final wave and then disappeared behind a turn, tailed by the girls.

Maude Ivory, still with the coat in her hand, went round the house until she found Lucy Gray on the other side, standing at the wall, pale and with a terrible expression on her face.

As if she had seen a ghost.

And with a pain that mirrored what she herself had seen in his eyes.

Maude Ivory handed her the coat.

"I have not broken my promise, I swear," she told her. Lucy Gray remained silent. She did not even seem to be looking at her, lost in some memory she had not shared with her "It still smells like roses" Maude Ivory insisted.

With a terrible sigh Lucy Gray came back to reality and, with trembling hands, picked up the coat. She detached herself from the wall of the house and wrapped it around herself, sinking her face into the collar and sniffing at the top of her lungs.

“Thank you, Maude Ivory,” she said at last.

She was not stupid enough to refuse such a gift even though, Maude Ivory was sure, in a few days she would be scolded good and proper.

"Are we all celebrating with cake tonight? It's chocolate."

She saw Lucy Gray smiling, and smiled back.

The stars had not graced them this time but, she felt, sooner or later they would help her sort things out.

She wasn't going to stop trying anyway.

#coriolanus snow #lucy gray baird #snowbaird #maude ivory #maude ivory baird #fan fiction #my fics #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #of course I miss the title #even the rest of the plot after some... things #lol

[rraaaannnn]

My Sherlock

``I can't believe you forgot your work permit card''

Minji says it while looking at you in disbelief and mild anger

‘’It's okay,one is enough to get us in!’’

You are Minji's assistant. You joined the Officers College a year ago, and now this training year, Minji was in charge of you because she has more experience than you

She is better than you in everything, that's why she is your boss now

You and Minji entered the practical section of the college after Minji put her card as an admission print for the two of you

I clung to her back to enter with her, we were about to fall, she looked at me with more anger, I smiled at her face to calm her down, it seems that my face is not helping

She kept walking so I quickly followed her

Having received the task, we head to its location

“Wah, I remember living in this neighborhood when I was little!”

''fits you''

Minji replied while looking at the paper full of information

It was an old neighborhood full of people who had a prison record and I think they had priors

“In that case, I should be your boss, since it suits me.”

“Just remember that the person is being arrested on charges of borrowing money from the bank without returning it, 47 years old, his name is Michael John.”

She is still looking at the paper

“Leave it to me, you spoiled girl.”

We reached the door of his apartment, Minji knocked on the door

He opened the door

‘’Hello Mr. Michael John-’’

''I don't want offers!''

Close the door in our faces

"I don't blame him, my boss. You have the face of a beby I wanted to hug you while you were talking to him politely…"

''Stop’’

She rolled her eyes, and knocked on the door again

''I said I don't want offers! Go away, kids.''

He tried to lock the door again, I put my leg up and pushed the door hard before he locked it

''Who wants to give you offers, silly man?’’

I was staring at him as I moved my legs back

He was about to speak but Minji spoke before him

"I'm Minji, we from the Officers College want you to come with us to the College to pay off your loans’’

She took out her card

“I don't have loans, you seem to have misunderstood.”

‘’Michael John, 47 years old, your first loan was to buy a new car, now you have three loans and you haven't paid them off’’

Minji said with a stern expression on her face

“I don’t have money now…”

He replied with a sad expression

"You still have to go to the Officers College with us."

"Just let me change my clothes and put on shoes."

We waited two minutes outside

“What if he escapes through another door in his house?”

I said while looking at Minji's precious watch

“If he runs away, he is the stupidest person in the world. He will replace you in stupidity. His house is ahead of us, even if he runs away.”

"Calm down, Sherlock, it was just a question."

I said while looking bored at her

While we were still waiting, an old woman passed by us

"Girls, do you know where Main Street is?"

I was looking at Minjie while she was explaining to her with a smile. I also noticed that the middle-aged boy was approaching the older woman. After the old lady shook Minjie's hand to express her gratitude, the woman started walking while the boy followed her

Michael left his house

''Let's finish quickly''

he said annoyed

We were about to go until we heard the old woman screaming, to see the boy running with her bag, perfect timing to steal something

I quickly ran after the boy

''Y/N’’

I heard Minji calling me

“Go to the Officers College, I will catch up with you later!”

I said while turning right so I could catch the boy

She had no other choice, she had to drive Michael to college and complete the tasks on her own, She called you more than once but you didn't answer

Mingy couldn't tell the college, your first violation is not carrying your work permit, your second violation is deviating from your main mission, there are enough violations you have, maybe this will lead to your expulsion

Minji finished the tasks,She called you again, you didn't answer,She started to worry more

Her work in college is over, she decided to go back to the neighborhood, even though it's not one of Minji's habits, she calls while searching the neighborhood, it's been two hours and she's asking people in the neighborhood while describing what you look like, she couldn't find you

It became night, so Minji decided to go back to her house, while the expressions of frustration did not leave her face, and tears gathered in her eyes

What if you got involved in something while you were going after the boy? Why didn't you answer your phone? Should you be reported? Will you get fired?

These questions revolve around Minji's mind

As Minji walks home, she sees a figure sitting on her doorstep. She approaches more cautiously while bending over to see the face

''Hey my Sherlock…''

''Y/N!''

I stood but was surprised to turn back, Minji hugging me tightly

I slowly raised my hand and wrapped it around her neck, feeling calm from her holding me

“Do you miss me, my boss?”

She kept holding me, when she spoke her voice muffled as she spoke while planting her face in my shoulder

"Where did you go? Why didn't you answer my calls?"

“Sorry, I forgot to tell you that I forgot my phone with my card.”

Her body moved away from mine I could feel the warmth pulling away with her

I can see her eyes filled with tears, I'm starting to worry about why she's crying

''Y/N Why is there a red bruise on the side of your eye?''

Oh my God, her nose is red, her voice is shaking from crying, and she is asking about me, no one knows how much I want to kiss her

“Nothing serious, I promise, just someone hit me in the eye, but I finished him off and returned the stolen things.”

"What do you mean nothing serious? I almost reported you missing. You say nothing serious!"

I put my hands on her cheeks and wiped away the falling tears

"Look at me, I'm here, I'm not hurt."

"I want to believe you, but all I see is this bruise and the cut near your lips."

I took out a similar watch from my pocket

"Your watch, it was in the old woman's bag."

I gave her the watch and she still looked at me puzzled

"The old woman stole your watch, so the boy stole the bag."

She started drying her tears with her sleeve

"You look awful, get inside, I'll clean your face."

Hiding her face in her jacket, pulling her hat close to her head, and putting her hands in her jacket pocket, she walked without turning to me as she walked through the door

How can someone be so cute now, and she is the strictest person in her job

After I caught up with her and we took off our jackets, she ordered me to lie on her bed while she cleaned my face

She was quietly placing the plaster on my face, and there was a comfortable silence between us, but I decided to break it

“Thank God you are not a doctor!”

"Why is my hand heavy on you? Did I make it more painful?"

She asked me worried

‘’No just all of your patients will have a heart attack from your beuty’’

"Are you supposed to be flirting?"

We fell silent again

"Okay, I'm done with your face. I'm going to make some food for us."

I grabbed her wrist before she left

"Thank you, but you really don't have to do that."

“You could have said that before you lay down and growled in your stomach.”

She finished her speech with a smile trying to tease you with it

You were trying to act cool and ended up cursing your stomach

I followed her and watched as she cooked how she could be perfect without trying

“If you're going to stare at me…get the salt behind you’’

“Oh…”

You saw behind you to see that there were five colored packages, each one having a different color. Why didn't you bother putting the names?

I took a bundle facing her back, now I would stretch my hand on her shoulder so that she could see the bundle and choose which of them was the salt

''fine I'll take it myself then-''

She turned around until her hands collided with my chest, my hand still stretching out

What a shot from a romantic movie

We are so close to each other, I can see the surprise on the faces of both of us

I don't want a proper excuse to stay like this

''I-I thought you wouldn't bring salt''

I see the confusion on her face

"I'm so grateful that you thought the way I bumped into you’’

''What!?''

She starts pulling her hands off my chest

Did I make a mistake?

Since she's starting to get away from me, I'll apologize to her and won't talk about it again, it's ridiculous why I thought she'd like me

''Sorry, did I take it too far?’’

''Not that just--it was weird’’

"I'm sorry I promise I won't do it again I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable"

''No, don't think like that, you didn't make me uncomfortable, I just-''

“Choose your salt…”

I gave her the salt, she continued cooking, now it's the awkward silence

She served me food while looking into my eyes I could feel her, but I couldn't face her I couldn't look into her eyes I was looking at my plate

''Thank you for the food''

'’No need to thank me'’

We finished our food in silence

I did the dishes and she handed me the towel to dry my hands

"I don't want you to keep your promise."

You looked at her confused

''What?''

"You promised not to do that, which means we'll never be close again."

She said with a smile staring sternly into my eyes

‘’Huh…?’’

''I'd love to be close to you, I'm just too shy to say it, but it looks like I hurt you with my reaction''

"It's okay, you're my boss-"

“I am talking to you as Minji, not your boss.”

''Oh…’’

''You can approach me as you like''

“Oh really, Minji, what if I come closer now?”

"Come close, I won't go away, Y/N, no matter how close you are."

I started getting closer

''Tell me the limits''

I said and moved closer

"Come as close to me as you want, even if my soul gets mixed up with yours, I don't care!"

I'm two inches away from her face, she looks me in the eyes with her sternness, I can look into her eyes now, are you going to hate me for my next move?

I pursed my lips to hers, I could feel her tension

Kiss those lips you always wanted to kiss

She started kissing me, I could feel her trying to balance our lips

We started to drift away from each other a bit

"Do you like mixing our lips instead of our souls?"

I finished with a smile, she smiles too but she is shy so she decided to hide her shyness in my neck

"Y/N What do I do if you don't come back today? I'd quit being an officer in the college to hang your pictures everywhere."

"Stop thinking about it, I'm already here, and I'm sure you'll find me my Sherlock."

From that moment on, you and Minji made the best duo of officers

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#newjeans x reader #minji x reader #minji imagines #newjeans imagines

[danganronpafan777]

Request—-> SDRA2 girlies with a basically “perfect” S/o. (Gen-neutral) Like they can learn ANYTHING in a span of a week, and are also very kind. But they have very neglectful parents who don’t care about them. Like S/o could win an Olympic medal/solve world hunger/cure cancer.. but the parents won’t care no matter what S/o does. So the gals see reader trying to make their parents proud but the Parents. Just. Don’t. Care. Also, I can imagine S/o making up excuses for them like “Nah my parents love me. They’re just busy is all! :D” (S/o is in delulu land. Bonus point if reader is getting bunt out too)

“Delulu land” lol

Setsuka Chiebukuro:

Perfect, huh? Would you mind if she put it to the test? 

Every week, Setsuka would give you another skill to master, and every week you beat her in her own game. Even with her robotic eye, she lost a round of billiards to you! 

She would tease you a bit, and ruffle your hair, but made sure that you weren't overworking yourself just to prove her wrong. After only a few weeks, Setsuka developed feelings for you 

Despite how 'perfect' you were, she loved catching you off guard. The moment you accepted her confession, she dipped you for a kiss.

She wasn't too worried about meeting your parents, planning to just be herself and work her charm. When your parents told the two of you to leave, as they were too busy, Setsuka immediately disliked them. 

"That was a bit rude, eh, N/n?"

"Don't mind them! They're glad to meet you, they’re just busy right now!"

She didn't buy it, but she calmly held your hand and led you away from them. The two of you spent the rest of the day together, and Setsuka never hesitated to congratulate you or tell you how proud she was of you after you aced her challenges from then on. 

She wasn't upfront, but would drop small hints about your parents, maybe even asking a few questions about your past with them. You didn't see the harm in it, but she was slowly making you realize the truth. It wasn't until a few weeks later, when she was walking you home from school that it all seemed to dawn on you. 

"Setsuka...my parents... Do you think they...?"

She gave your hand a squeeze, and patted your head,

"It doesn't matter what they think, N/n. You are perfect the way you are, and you shouldn't push yourself just to get their attention."

"Then what should I do..?"

Setsuka smiled back at you, 

"Nothing, just be yourself. I love you for you, N/n."

Your eyes felt watery as she pulled you into a hug, kissing you on the forehead. The two of you began to walk to her place, hand in hand, Setsuka whispering you words of reassurance every step of the way. 

When burnout hit, she set up an array of snacks and the two of you layed on her bed, the TV playing absentmindedly in the background. She played with your hair as you laid your head on her chest

Even if you didn't have your parents support, you had hers all the way. And you always will.

Yoruko Kabuya:

Yoruko didn't believe you were perfect in the slightest. It was impossible for someone the be perfect at everything, right?

She was glad you didn't take offense to her skepticism, even taking it as a challenge. She had to hide how impressed she was every time you mastered a skill she had never even heard of, not noticing how she was already falling for you 

She was a tsundere around you for months, but you patiently waited for her to confess on her own, accepting her confession with a smug grin on your face. Yoruko couldn't decide if she wanted to lightly smack your face away or kiss that grin off your face

She was fairly nervous about meeting your parents, wearing casual clothing that didn't reveal too much, and little makeup for a change. You and Sora advised her to just be herself, so that was what she planned to do. 

But when your parents paid neither of you any state of mind, she was immediately annoyed. She didn't want to complain since they were still your parents, but she put a lot of effort into looking good in front of them! The least they can do is look at the two of you

Yoruko felt... disturbed at how unbothered about it you were. Did they always ignore you like this? She couldn't let you lie to yourself like this,

"Y/n, no... it's wrong for them to ignore you like this. You're...amazing. You deserve better parents than them."

You were a bit caught off guard by her praise, and Yoruko tried to hide her blush. 

"W-What!? Hey, I can compliment my S/o!"

You laughed a bit. It was a while before her words really started to sink in, but she didn't leave your side. She was fairly mad when she realized that you were burning yourself out for those people, so she sat you down on the couch and made you a drink. 

Yoruko didn't complain when you snuggled up to her, hiding her red face in your shoulder. 

Emma Magorobi:

She was skeptical of your ability to be perfect at everything you did, but she never told you 

However, as you skillfully did her makeup, acted out a skit with her, and happily commented on her movies with a critic's detail, she couldn't help but be impressed. You definitely had a unique charm to you, and dare she say, you were quite good at making puns

You and Emma became close friends fast, but it was months before the two of you officially got together. By that time, you already had a fan base and became a popular ship with Emma among her fans

She was slightly nervous about meeting your parents, but as the ultimate actress, she hid it well. Emma put on her best casual clothes and spent an hour on her makeup, just for your parents to not bat an eye towards either of you

She was confused, slightly offended on both of your parts, and hurt for your sake. She asked if you were alright, but you brushed it off, saying they were just busy

You were lying to yourself. Not only that, but you were acting. 

It was like her own father all over again, only talking to her to demand money or use her as an ashtray. Emma started to shake a bit. She needed to get both of you away from here.

"Emma? Where are you taking me?"

"Y/n...those people... They don't care. They don't care about... anything."

You asked her what she was talking about. When the two of you were in the privacy of your own home, she slowly became undone. Emma told you of her past, and her biological father,

"They're liars, Y/n...They make you lie to yourself...they make you act...like everything's fine."

Slowly, she showed you her arms, wincing when you grimaced. As tears rolled down both of your cheeks, staining her makeup, the two of you held each other and made a promise,

That no matter what, the two of you would love each other just the way you were

Hibiki Otonokoji:

Perfect? Yeah, right! 

She didn't believe it, and no matter how good you sang, she insisted that she was better

With a smile, you agreed, and complimented her on her voice, making a strawberry blush spread across her face. 

The two of you performed duets together, and as much as she denied it, she felt herself falling for you. As much as she tried to hide her feelings, you could easily tell. 

She'll never admit how happy she was when you accepted her confession, and she bragged about you every chance she got.

Hibiki acted like she didn't mind meeting your parents, as she was a famous singer! What could they not like about her? 

She was terrified, but did everything she could to hide it. You smiled, putting your arm around her and introduced her.

Only to be met with annoyance, as your parents asked you to leave them alone. Hibiki was appalled and offended, 

"Hey! Don't ignore Y/n! She's your daughter!"

She scoffed when you told her that they loved you, but we're just busy. Hibiki was blunt about what she thought of your parents, and how rude they were,

"What a bunch of lowlifes! They don't deserve you, N/n!"

She was stubborn, and denied any excuse you came up with. She wouldn't let up, and it became a full blown argument between the two of you. Out of anger, you remarked that she treated Kanade worse, but still claimed to love her. 

Hibiki told you off, saying your parents never even claimed to love you in the first place. It wasn't until you were crying that she felt terrible, and realized she may have went too far...

"W-Wait..! I-I'm sorry...! I didn't mean..-"

"No...you're right. I was stupid not to see it..."

"Th-That's not true! You didn't do anything wrong, N/n!"

With tears in her own eyes, she tried to comfort you, and offered to leave or give you space. Hibiki wouldn't stop apologizing, and as much as she wanted to beg you to forgive her, you weren't in a state of mind to make a choice like that. Right now, you just needed someone. 

She held you as you cried, letting you sob into her shoulder. Hibiki cried to muffle the sounds of her own cries, but it didn't work, and the two of you just held each other, trying to comfort the other

The realization was difficult, but Hibiki no longer hesitated to tell you how much she loved you. Even if you didn't have your parents' support, she was rooting for you

Kokoro Mitsume:

Perfect? That's not possible, no human being is perfect.

Even when you mastered every ability and skill she could think of in a span of a few months, she didn't believe it. You definitely interested her.

She evaluated your emotions and your movements. Your mind was quick and calculated.. with a need to prove yourself. Kokoro couldn't bring herself away, not even noticing her own feelings towards you.

You had no idea how Kokoro felt about you, given how distant she usually was, so it was a while before the two of you got together, and even then, no one noticed you were dating until you told them. 

She wasn't worried about meeting your parents, as she was skilled at knowing what people wanted her to say. Your mind always showed a positive view of your parents, so she wasn't expecting for them to be so neglectful.

Perhaps that's where your drive to prove yourself had started... how long had they been this way?

You were in complete denial, so Kokoro had to ask you for herself. You didn't know why she looked so concerned. They were just busy, like she usually was!

She felt a stab of an unknown emotion at those words. 

"I...I don't mean to be like them. I'm proud of you, Y/n." Kokoro had a small, comforting smile on her face. You didn't really understand what she said, but you were happy she was showing more emotion! 

Slowly, Kokoro would help you realize the truth. She recognizes the symptoms of burnout easily, so the two of you watch movies on her IPad together. She slowly places her hand on top of yours, a rare display of affection from her. 

"Y/n... you don't have to lie to yourself anymore. I'm here. I'll always make time for you."

You held her hand, laying your head on her shoulder as the tears started to flow. Kokoro didn't judge, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

Kanade Otonokoji:

It disturbed her a bit that just like her, you were perfect. It was her first time meeting someone that even held a match to her raw talent.

She wouldn't drop her facade, but that didn't stop her from slowly falling to you, losing her obsession over her sister.

Someone just like her... so you had to feel the same way as she did, right? 

When you accepted her confession, the two of you were the perfect lovebirds of your class. There was just no way your parents wouldn't like you two!

Your parent's indifference towards you definitely caught her off guard. She could understand if they treated you normally, since she was treated the same as Hibiki despite being better in every way, but they're seriously ignoring you?? Ha...well, perhaps she could make use out of it.

She could tell you were in denial about it before you even said anything, so slowly but surely, she asked you about your relationship with your parents, picking apart your arguments one by one. Kanade had to give your parents some credit, they manipulated you pretty damn well, as tearing down their lies took way longer than she expected, but in less than a month, you were faced with the cold, hard, truth.

"Kanade...you really think...my parents..."

"Y/n, darling... I'm proud of you, and I love you with all of my heart. I wouldn't be saying this if I wasn't concerned."

Her words kept you up at night, making you restless, wanting to do better... and where did that land you? Right back into Kanade's arms. 

She gently ran her fingers through your hair, sweetly pampering you for the day, as you were too burnt out to do anything. Too burnt out to even see the news report about the gruesome death of both of your parents.

As you snuggled up to her, Kanade's smile grew wider, and she softly whispered in your ear,

"Y/n... you really are perfect to me...fufufu~"

Iroha Nijue:

She didn't really believe it at first, but when you painted a picture even better than her, she was completely dumbfounded.

How were you so good at everything!? Were you born like that?

She was jealous at first, but couldn't resist falling for your kindness and genuine desire to help her, her heart beating out of her chest when you guided her brush along the canvas.

When you accepted her shy confession, she was over the moon. Iroha was extremely clingy, and would happily brag about you whenever she could, but nearly fainted at the idea of meeting your parents. 

She thought about creating a painting for them, but nothing she made ever seemed good enough to give them, especially compared to your art skills. The best she could do was take a deep breath and put on her neatest outfit.

Iroha expected the same from your parents, or at least something similar, but neither of them paid her any mind. Not just her, but they acted like you didn't exist!

"Y-Y/n...why are your parents ignoring us!?"

She thought it was something she did, but you kept assuring her that they loved you and were glad to see her, they were just busy. Iroha may be stupid, but she recognized those thoughts.

She spent many nights drawing, beat up in her basement, alone with nothing but those thoughts. Thoughts of being the best just so your parents would finally be proud of you...

You freaked out when you realized your girlfriend was crying, and you immediately took her to your room and held her.

"Hey...Iroha, it's okay..."

"...No...Y/n..." Iroha wiped her eyes, shaking her head, "G-Get away from them...please..."

"Them? You mean my parents?"

Iroha didn't talk about her life before Utsuro very often, but this was an exception. She told you everything, and how she recognized that pattern of behavior and the thoughts that followed. Everything she said...was so vivid to you... She knew exactly how you felt...

After all those years, it finally occurred to you that your parents truly didn't care. And it hurt.

It hurt so bad that you could only sob with your girlfriend, the two of you clinging to each other for dear life. Everything felt like a lie, but there was one thing you knew for certain.

You were never letting Iroha go.

Sora:

She was thoroughly impressed by your ability to be perfect in nearly everything you did

It felt....vaguely familiar...

Still, Sora fell for you pretty quickly, after all, what was there not to like? You were the shining star of the class, helping everyone in need and looking out for her

She was expecting you to reject her, since she didn't even know her own talent, but you accepted with a smile that made her heart pound. As the relationship went on, she was getting more impressed by you, and your ability to accomplish anything you set your mind to!

She was pretty curious about you, and she couldn't be happier as your girlfriend! Sora appreciated how the two of you tried different hobbies, searching for Sora's potential talent, and while the results proved nothing, the two of you only got closer

She was definitely nervous and worried about meeting your parents, given how ordinary she was compared to you, but she still decided to give it her best shot

What she didn't expect was for your own parents to brush you off, and completely ignore the two of you. Sora can't remember anything about her own parents, or even people she grew up with, but something about this struck a cord...

"Hey. HEY!" She tried to yell, but you calmly shushed her, reassuring her that your parents were glad she met you and that you had a girlfriend. 

It felt like you were reassuring yourself the most. That didn't stop her from scolding your parents the moment you were out of sight. She didn't want to push her boundaries, but couldn't you see what they were like!?

Sora kept you away from your parents as much as possible, reminding you how proud she was of you. The moment she noticed that you were burning yourself out, she pulled you in for a hug.

"Y/n... your parents... They aren't good people. You shouldn't work so hard just to impress them. Come with me, we'll take a break."

As you drifted to sleep in her arms, you couldn't stop thinking about what she had said. No matter how many times you told her that your parents really did love you, you'd only be met with a sad look.

Could she have been right...?

You held her tighter. No matter what your parents thought, you knew that you'd always have her.

#emma magorobi #setsuka chiebukuro #hibiki otonokoji #kanade otonokoji #sdra2 #sdra2 x reader #iroha nijiue #sora #yoruko kabuya #kokoro mitsume #danganronpa x reader #super danganronpa another 2

[swiftieinbrazil]

We need to talk about Brazil situation!

Guys, I've seeing a lot of people talking about things they really don't know or even worse, being xenophobic. I would like to explain to swifties around the world the whole situation.

Brazilian swifties love Taylor. We have a lot of passion for her. She visited Brazil only one time, in 2012. She performed 7 songs for a small group of fans. After 11 years she came back. Everybody was so excited. There were fans that couldn't buy the tickets because they were over. There are many other swifties like me that won't go to any of the 6 concerts. Because she has a lot of fans here.

Do you wanna a proof of our love for her? Christ The Reedemer is one of the 7 Wonders of the World. No other international artist was honored with projection on the statue before. Brazilian swifties put a LOT of effort to make it happen. Becauae we really like Taylor. Also, a lot of swifties participated in a fund rising connect with the Catholic church of Rio de Janeiro that is responsable for the Christ statue. And we raised a lot of money that will help many families.

Everything was right. Everybody was happy. Until what happened at the first concert. Brazil is going through atypical weather. Brazil is known for being a hot country but it have never been this hot like now. Brazil is being affected by a heat wave. Such hot temperatures weren't predictable, BUT there were human actions that made things get worse. People weren't allowed to bring a bottle of water to the stadium. If the fans wanted to drink water, they would have to buy it (and for expensive prices). Also, the stadium has vents and areas to have air circulating and they were closed, which made the stadium hotter inside. Absurd! A thousand fans fainted out at the first night due to the hot weather. And the worst thing happened, a beautiful and young girl died.

On the next day (Saturday), the fans could take water into the stadium and the vents were open, but the heat was worse. But the fans were still strong, waiting in the line (some of them since morning) under the sun and hot temperatures. The gates were open, people entered into the stadium. At the end of day, people received the news that the show was postponed to Monday. And some of them got mad at the moment. And I understand them. Because there are fans who travelled from far away, spent money at transporting, hotel and food, and some of them won't be able to go to Monday's concert because of their work, study and other reasons.

Let's make one thing very clear: we love Taylor and we know it's not her fault. She did the right thing when decided to postpone the concert. But a lot of fans were so tired of everything they were going through and showed their frustation with the whole situation. They said the postpone should have been made earlier. Also, there are rumors that Taylor wanted to do it earlier but the company didn't let her to.

An amount of bad situations led to all of this. So it's so unfair and insensitive of some people say that Brazilian swifties don't like Taylor, or that she should cancell all the Brazilian shows and leave the country (when people have bought their tickets, paid for transporting and hotel and planned every little thing months ago), or start being xenophobic with Brazilian fans. We're sad with all of this. We just wanted to spend a wonderful time with Taylor. It's not our fault. It's not Taylor's fault. We're all victims of this whole situation. So please, put yourself in other's people shoes.

#taylor swift #the eras tour #tstheerastour #riotstheerastour #swifties #brasil #brazil #empathy #brazilian swifties

[teenandbeyond]

Levi Ackerman x M. Reader [Pt.3]

After reading a Levi fanfic, I got inspo to make a prequel to my Hero two-shot...now three-shot (technically). This is what lead up to parts 1 and two.

Want more from me? Masterlist 2

Here are Part One and Part Two.

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⚔Love, Sweat, and Tears⚔ (AOT or SNK)

Warning(s): Fluff, cursing (I think? I don't remember), long, low-key angsty toward the end

Levi just wants some tea, turns out he gets something a little sweet, too.

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"Where are we going?"

"They say this place has the best tea around here, you like tea, right?"

Levi glared at the outside of the building they stopped at.

RoyalTea.

He was still deciding on what he thought of the name.

The outside had a creamy purple color with white and gold painted accents in well-placed areas.

"Wanna go in?" Gabi, one of his caretakers asked.

"They better have good tea."

"It's been open for a year exactly today. But apparently it's very popular," she wheeled him inside.

The second they were inside, they were hit with the scents of different teas. Though every individual smell complemented each other.

But the interior was what really caught their attention.

"Whoa...I don't think I've ever seen a shop this clean looking..."

Levi liked this place already, this place was anti-dirt.

Customers were scattered across the shop, talking to each other over white tables, sitting in window seats, and girls were crowded at the counter table.

They didn't look like tea drinkers, so why were they looking so eager?

"It looks like this place is taken over by brats."

"Hello, sorry for the wait. I got the blend you wanted in your preferred amount."

Levi couldn't see who the voice belonged to over the throng of ladies as he got closer to the counter to hopefully be able to order.

"Yes, [Name], this is perfect! Thank you."

You laugh, "It's no problem. You, ladies, might want to start buying in bulk, though. Your usual order of two pouches can last about a week just between 4 people per bag. But you come here every other day ordering more."

"Yeah, we just love tea so much! And we just want to support our favorite shop owner," one leaned in.

"We should go, customer service is shitty here," Levi muttered.

"Sorry, Levi."

"Thank you, I appreciate that. But ladies, would you mind moving since you've paid already? There are customers behind you."

"Oh."

They turned to the two dryly, glaring at them before leaving the store altogether.

"Sorry about that, some of my customers can get that way! You look like you two must be new. Would you like to hear the options of tea I have? I also have pastries if you're interested."

Levi dragged his gaze back to you and he swore he stopped breathing.

Who was this beautiful man? [Name] he heard? He was suddenly much more interested.

"Sir?"

"What?"

"Do you need some time to think about it?"

"No. What do you have?"

You began to rattle off all the types of tea you possessed, even some that Levi's never heard of, which you explained when noticing any confusion.

Usually, he didn't like when people talked so much...but he found he didn't mind when you did it.

Privileges of finding you pretty, he guessed.

He stealthily observed you, from your jaw to your white dress shirt to the beginning of your waist until the counter blocked the rest of the view.

After he ordered, since Gabi didn't want anything, you smiled.

"Want any sugar or honey with it?"

Levi cringed, "What kind of moron adds shit to their tea?"

You only chuckle at his language, "It actually isn't too bad if it's done right."

"Nothing belongs in tea," he glared.

You rang them up, "Three dollars–and Mr. Levi, I'm sure I could change your mind. I'm very convincing. I'm pretty good at what I do," you gestured to his cup, "Just see for yourself."

After he was settled, he took a sip and almost groaned at its taste.

He was coming back here.

And he did.

Again. And again.

Until it was a regular thing.

"Welcome back, Levi."

That smile was lethal, did you not know that?

"Hey."

At this point, it'd been months and Levi became a [Name] addict.

"Same thing?"

"Yeah."

After serving him, you prepped some tea leaves to grind.

He watched as you work, enveloping the quiet atmosphere.

"I'm so happy I have this place."

"Hm?"

"I uh...When I was a kid, things came easy. So they didn't feel rewarding...until I bought this place and grew a business from the ground up...It taught me how to work, it taught me discipline, it taught me that an easier life doesn't mean it's better," you laugh to yourself, "Sorry, I know you don't want to hear this."

"That why you opened this place? To work hard after having an easy life?" he subtly signaled he did.

You snickered, "I know that seems backward, but yeah. I know it's selfish since there are people out there who'd kill to have the easy life I had...but...I wasn't being fed, or stimulated, I had nothing to wake up for. Then I met a military police officer—a good one—and he--he worked so hard, he had a passion for what he did. I wanted that. I wanted to know what it was like to have a reason to live, to serve others. So I left an easy life behind for a life of work...but it was worth it. It's so freeing to live this way. I was never free when it was easy."

After that day, Levi realized he crushed on you, hard. He couldn't talk to you straight after that.

You leaned on an elbow behind the counter one afternoon, "Hey, Levi. You look really handsome today--not that you don't always look handsome, of course. But today seems a little different."

His cheeks flushed pink, "I-I didn't do much brat, just...changed my hair a little..."

And one evening, you got bold.

"Hey Levi, can I get your opinion as an avid tea drinker? I'd feel like you'd be a better judge than me who leans more toward alcohol."

"Wh-what do you mean?"

"I've been testing a new tea brew, but I need another opinion before I decide to add it to the menu or not. Can you try it for me?"

"Sure."

"It's still in my apartment upstairs, I'll take you."

"[Name], I'm in a wheelchair, I can't go up the stairs on my own."

"I know, here."

"Pu-put me down!" he flushed red.

"But you can't walk..."

"You could've just helped me up. The other leg is still fine."

"It's faster."

It became regular for you two to hang out in your apartment above the shop after closing, and one night, you kissed. Neither of you knew how it happened, but it couldn't be taken back.

And once you finally get Levi comfortable with the thought, you decide to try being a couple.

And Levi needed time to get used to the foreign type of relationship.

He had to get used to someone smiling at the sight of him.

He had to get used to someone's lips brushing against his skin.

He had to get used to someone treating him like a prince.

Someone celebrating his birthday that he didn't think was important.

He had to get used to someone remembering the little things.

Someone with an open ear to listen to the feelings he hides within his depths.

Someone saying, "I love you, Levi."

And him saying it back.

And after three years of dating, he had to get used to living with someone he was in a relationship with.

Had to get used to full, warm meals from morning to night.

Someone restoring him back to health when he's sick.

Someone soothing him from the nightmares, someone showing him how to sleep better. And waking to another warm body in a bed he shares (which he had to force, for a while you'd let him have the bed to himself in respect).

He had to get used to finding more reasons to smile, he had to get used to making someone laugh and smile with ease.

He had to get used to someone cleaning for him, someone who's very stubborn with what they allow him to clean, "I know you like to clean baby, but let me do it, let me take care of you."

He had to get used to someone cutting his hair for him.

Someone who didn't judge him for his background, no matter what.

"Levi, you're practicing your writing?" you leaned over his shoulder.

"Habit."

"There's nothing wrong with where you're from. Because without that place, you wouldn't have become the Levi I love now. So don't feel like you have to hide it or be ashamed," you kissed the curve of his neck.

He had to get used to someone being attentive to him and his habits and behaviors. Someone knowing him better than he knows himself.

He had to get used to being protected and fought for, although he still likes to feel like he can protect, too.

"Levi! Never do that again, do you know how worried I was?" you growled, running a hand through your hair, "I swear you want to make me go more insane for you than I already have...Do you not understand that I would shed blood for you if I had to? Please don't take me lightly."

He had to get used to someone reading to him, someone tucking him in.

Someone making him try new things, like sugar in his tea. He couldn't believe it.

Someone...calling him beautiful...

Someone bathing him and joining him sometimes just for the pure connection of intimacy.

Someone that didn't need to have sex with him to connect with him.

Someone that will ask him how he's feeling, and happily fill the silence when he doesn't want to divulge.

Someone who buys him whatever books he wants. Spoils him and works hard to earn back the money spent.

Someone showing their love in physically any way they could, showing what it was like to have a gentle touch.

Someone who won't let him go to bed angry.

"Please, don't leave me, [Name]!"

"What?"

"I-I'm sorry, I do need you! And—And not just because you take care of me," Levi looked up in desperation, tears welling up in his eyes, he regretted every nasty word he'd just said to you.

You look like a broken-hearted puppy, "It really hurt, Levi."

"I know...I know, I...I'm not good with this 'feelings' stuff. I don't know how to tell you things, I don't know how to show you I care about you. But I'm tired of people leaving me! And you're the only person who hasn't, I don't want to be the reason why you finally do. So please," he approaches you with shaking hands, his face burrowing into your torso as he grips the back of your shirt. "Don't leave me...Please. I love you, I love you. I'm sorry."

(But he didn't tell you the real reason he blew up at you that night...because of his own hidden thoughts...)

He had to get used to someone who cried from his tears, someone holding him tight, keeping silent about the tears he knew they felt.

He had to get used to having a reason to keep going.

He...had to get used to you...

The one he loved more than anyone.

The one he wanted for the rest of his life...

...and the last person he'd want to see at the end of it.

#anime #fluff #aot x reader #levi aot #aot anime #snk x reader #snk anime #snk levi #snk fluff #levi x reader #levi x male reader #attack on titan #aot fandom #shingeki no kyoujin #levi x you #levi ackerman #aot angst #aot fluff #snk angst #levi fluff #levi angst #captain levi

[helly-watermelonsmellinfellon]

Is this a safe space? I got some whining to do.

Not just about the landlady and about how we're gonna be homeless again in a month. No, I got a bone to pick with Dave and I need to vent.

So... how did he fuck up this time, many of you may wonder?

1.) Christmas.

Dave didn't want a turkey or any of the usual Christmas dinner stuff we have. It's literally only the 2nd day a year where we have any of that shit, but he whined about not wanting to do extra work like at Thanksgiving... where he did no work at all. I literally sat in the kitchen with mom for hours. It was hot af, and tiring. In the end, he had to wash a couple plates but that was it. I'm the one who had to go back and forth fetching things, washing and re-washing pots and pans so mom could use them for something new, and stirring shit cuz she couldn't move.

He demanded seafood and stuffed shells for Christmas. Mom told him that shit would be too expensive for people like us. Besides, she would get paid on Dec 22nd, which meant it would be too late to get anything like that as shit would be cleared out. He had the money to get the stuff he wanted early, but decided Food Stamps should pay for most of it first and waited until Christmas Eve. Well, guess what?! Money finally comes in, he waits around, and when he finally goes shopping... there's barely anything left.

He had to buy frozen stuffed shells which were a bit cheaper than making them homemade, but they ended up being disgusting and no one liked the filling which tasted rancid af. So, he left them on the counter for like 10 hours and never touched them. Then bitched cuz no one, not even him, ate them and they sat out all night and had to be thrown out. He managed to get some kind of mini shrimp platter which was basically 28-30 small shrimp around a small container of cocktail sauce. Finally, he had to spend his own actually money to go to some small seafood shop somewhere and get some clams which were expensive as well. We each got like 6 of the world's smallest ass clams ever.

Basically, there was nothing of actual substance for dinner and we all ate mom's pasta salad which was gone in a single sitting.

Then, he wanted pumpkin pie, lemon meringue pie, and some other pie. Mom told him she wasn't making him jack shit cuz he's the only one who likes pumpkin pie in this house, and she made him one just for him at Thanksgiving... and his ass never ate any of it. In fact, he claimed it made him sick(which was him hiding the fact that he'd gotten himself fast food earlier that day, when he knows grease and oil on french fries make him sick). Bethy narked on him wasting money on Thanksgiving Day when we were already making dinner, and he stuck to his claims and ended up leaving that pie to sit in the fridge on the top shelf and never touched it. He got himself fast food a couple days later and... got sick again. And mom was like, "Let me guess... the ice cream made you sick so now you won't need to touch it and the rest of us can have it?" And he threw a fit.

Dave had to buy his precious pie for himself... And refused to fucking read direction so guess what? He left it in too long and burned it. Mom had placed a special order for quick delivery and got the rest of us different pies to share so everyone would get something for dessert. They just ended up being mostly whipped cream and a slight hint of flavor and were lame af tho. I was especially mad cuz she informed everyone of who got what and Dave literally went right behind everyone's backs and took like a quarter of each of the other pies in one sitting and left his burnt as one on the table for days.

2.) Landlady's Possessions

Some may recall me mentioning how in our first 2 weeks here, Dave managed to break the tempered glass stove top and tried to hide it? Well, not only has he not replaced that after finally coming clean about it and claiming it would be and easy replacement to handle, but he also broke the handle to the landlady's washer/dryer set, and the faucet in the bathroom sink which is why we haven't been able to wash our hands there this whole time. We've gotten use the shower to the kitchen sink if cleanliness is truly so important.

Mom ended up having to place the dryer handle the other night. Dave still won't mention the stove top though. He claims he can fix the faucet but won't acknowledge how if he doesn't fix the stove top, he's not getting the last month's rent and security back(which would be about $2,600). The house will NOT be as it was when he moved it because of HIM and that WILL be $2,600 down the drain. So, despite all that bitching, he's doing nothing as per usual.

3.) Waste

He's still wasting food. The first point should have gotten that across pretty well but it goes beyond.

I made pasta 2 nights ago. We had alfredo sauce, and I had some cans of chicken I was hiding away for a just such an occasion to spruce it up, yk? It took like half an hour, but it was done right as they walked in the door at 6 PM. I got mom and I some food, Bethy got her own food, and then we ate.

His ass never ate dinner. In fact, he got on the phone to whoever the fuck to bitch about how tired he was of not getting to eat full meals. Rigatoni in chicken and alfredo sauce was sitting in a massive pot int he kitchen, and his ass wouldn't touch it. Same as usual. There was enough for him but when I went out, he didn't touch it even after hours, so I had to put it away.

He never puts the food away, no matter who makes it. I often go into the kitchen at midnight to find all of dinner left everywhere. Much has gone to waste even because he won't fucking help.

So today, mom was supposed to make stuffed peppers. She got all the shit for it, but Dave suddenly whines and bitches, like he's never had them before and doesn't know how they're made, "What's in them?" Mom explains slowly cuz he's that fucking dumb. "I don't want tomato sauce, I'll get heartburn!" "We've always had them that way, and you've always had heartburn, yet you never complained before." "Well, I don't want it now! I'm fucking tired of tomato sauce!"

We haven't had tomato sauce in over a month cuz he specifically won't buy it unless Bethy is there to put it in the cart. He demands mom uses alfredo sauce in the stuffed peppers instead... and it was awful. I've never needed so much salt in my life. Dave lost the garlic powder so much of the flavor was missing, and rice covered in alfredo sauce is NOT good. I was very displeased. Once again, we do shit to cater to Dave and once again, it ends up being a failure cuz guess what? He didn't fucking eat any. There were enough for everyone to have at least 2 with 2 left over. There are 6 remaining. I ate 2 with extra rice on the side, mom had 1, and Bethy had 1. Dave didn't even eat them... cuz he ended up not liking them even when mom told him it wasn't going to end up well.

All that bitching and forcing us to change how we usually do things, only to not only NOT eat the thing that was made to his specifications, but then he spent the night bitching about being hungry when his ass could make spaghetti and alfredo sauce for himself if he was so desperate for food. We have ground beef and ground turkey. Canned chicken. Mac n' cheese. Different types of soup. He was not starving or going without, he was just lazy. After all that talking, he did nothing at all.

4.) Not reading the lease.

Withholding details of the lease from us and not bothering to read it clearly and now acting like he did nothing wrong the entire time.

~.O.~

The one thing Dave isn't at fault for, is the landlady's behavior.

This house has a separate garage that wasn't part of the lease. She's not having it slightly remodeled, and her ex-husband is adding an electric garage door. He had to come in and check the breaker with his electrician friend and they were mumbling to each other about her plans. She DOESN'T want to move in, she wants to rent out the house and garage together for a higher price.

I'm so mad I am practically fuming.

We're getting hit by everything, and to have this news dumped on us right before Christmas has just soured the holidays entirely. We've already begun packing our things, but we have no plan on where to go and nowhere to even put our stuff again. We have 6 weeks left and I'm just so tired.

[GFM] [Ko-Fi]

#stuff #poverty #homelessness #gofundme #signal boost

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

Congratulations on the milestone!!🎈🎉And yes I'm running in at the last minute to beg for

Frank Castle & #15

plus smut, if you please. He & I both know he was made for it.

I'm sorry this took me so long. I've rewritten it a million times and I still hate it.

Masterlist

Midnight Serenade

Contains: Fluff, smut. Takes place in a universe where Billy was a good guy.

1.2K words

So often the end of a love affair is death by a thousand cuts, so often its survival is life by a thousand stitches - Robert Breault.

Frank knew owning and running a business would be hard, even if it was with his best friend, but he didn't think it would be like that. All he wanted to do was go home and put his feet up, but instead, he had to waste his time standing around making sure some twenty something influencer didn't get themselves shot.

Chad Money, as he called himself, had gone too far with some comments online and ended up on the wrong side of a local gang, and now he needed help. Billy and Frank had done their best to send him in another direction, by another client, one who paid them a great deal of money, was insistent that they take him on. It got worse when they realised that insistence came from Chad having dated the client's daughter.

"You got a girl?" Chad sounded like he was trying to be Justin Timberlake at the high of his frosted tip days.

"I got a woman, and she's at home waiting for me, so I would appreciate it if you'd finish buying your shirts so I can get home to her." Frank had been here for hours, no man needs ten of the same shirt in a different colour, especially when they were two thousand dollars each.

Chad flashed him a grin, "You got a photo?"

Frank shook his head, "No, I don't keep one on my person when I'm working. For her safety." That was a lie, Frank had one in his wallet and one in his car, but he wasn't going to say that.

"Shame, I bet she's pretty." Frank wanted to punch him.

"She's very pretty," Frank looked at his watch, "How long will you be? I will need to call someone to relieve me if you're going to be much longer."

Chad shrugged, "I'm done now. I'll buy these and then you can go home to your girl, sorry, your woman."

Frank gave him a tight smile, "Thank you Mr Money."

****

Frank's back ached for the couch as he walked in the door, "By day dearest?" Frank grunted, "Oh, that bad. I imagine it has something to do your new client."

Frank huffed, "He fucking sucks. You know he admitted cheating on that client's daughter. He's fucking shameless."

You shook your head, "I'll get you a beer and you can put Justin Plywoodpond behind you."

Frank made a face, "Plywoodpond, did you come up with that on the fly?"

"Nope, I've been thinking about it since the first text you sent me." You could see the upset fade from Frank's face, "You gotta admit it's pretty good."

Frank already has his phone out, "Hell yeah it is, I'm telling Billy."

"I'd ordered a Pizza from eight just before you came in," you pointed to the freezer as you opened the fridge to get his beer, "I also battered some ice cream when I got home so we can have deep fried ice cream for dessert."

He grinned, "Fucking A, I'm a lucky man."

****

Frank stood behind you in the bathroom as you washed your face, toothbrush in his mouth and a skip in his step, but you waited until he was done to ask him why he was so happy, "What's gotten into you? The ice cream couldn't have been that good."

He smiled, "I just get to do what I've been thinking about all day."

Frank's lips met yours, he tasted of tingle mint, "You already did that when you got home Frank, more than once."

He shook his head, "I wasn't talking about the kiss."

"Oh, I see." You pointed to the bed and smiled, "I'll go wait for you, don't take long or I'll start early."

Frank shot you a look, "I'll be two minutes, you're not that impatient."

Sure enough, two minutes after you were settled, Frank emerged from the bathroom and flopped down into bed next to you, "So?"

You rolled onto your side, threw your leg over Frank's hip and straddled him, "So." You bent down and kissed him and he placed hands on your hips only to slide them all the way up to your face as the kiss deepened.

You felt Frank's cock harden underneath you as he broke the kiss to pull off your shirt. His hands were rough on your bare skin as he sat up and yanked you into his lap. There was an awkward shuffle as your parted so Frank could pull off his sweatpants and he stifled a laugh when you lost your balance on the way back to his lap, "It's not funny Frank."

Frank took your face in his hands and sighed, "It's kinda funny."

Frank pressed his lips to yours and gripped your panties before pulling them down your legs. You placed one hand on his cheek and grinned through the kiss as you ran the other hand all the way down his body to wrap around his cock.

Frank bit off a grunt and nipped your lips as you stroked him, and with a giggle, you removed your hand from his cheek and gave him a shove. It wasn't much in the way of force but he went down onto his back nonetheless. You removed your hand from his cock and slid it back up his body, placing both has on his chest and looking down at him with a smile, "What do you want to do here?"

Frank's eyes racked from where you were sitting on him to your eyes but not before lingering on your breasts, "Whatever you want." One of his huge hands moved from your thigh to your centre and a look of pride came over his face when he found you wet, "All this just from that?"

You sighed, "You're a smug bastard." Further words were stolen when he slid two thick fingers inside you, and it took all your control not to crumple over as he pressed his palm into your clit, "I love you."

Frank didn't slow, "Tell me you love me again."

"I love you." You could feel the tension of his muscles under your hands as you started to rock against his fingers.

"Again." His voice was tight and you wondered what he was thinking as his eyes locked on the hand between your legs.

"I love you." You clenched your legs around him to keep yourself stable as you came around his fingers and Frank huffed as your fingernails pricked the skin on his chest, "I need you."

Frank was already rushing to give you what you asked, pulling his fingers away so he could grab your hips as you gipped his cock and sunk down with a whimper, "Tell me you love me again."

"I love you Frank." You bent down and kissed him as your hips moved and Frank bucked into you.

"I love you too y/n." The rest was a hurried mess of teeth and tongue as one of Frank's hands reached down to rub your clit, "Come on, I'm right behind you."

You were powerless to resist as Frank noised turned feral as you clenched around him, "Atta girl." His hand moved off your clit, and he gripped your hip so hard you knew you would have bruises before he bucked his hips one last time. You felt him pulse inside you and you finally crumpled over as Frank ran his hands up and down your back, "You good?"

You nodded, "I'm great. You wanna order pancakes?"

Frank chuckled, "You got a sudden craving?"

"Yes I do. That place down the street does delivery." You took him in a kiss and he rubbed your nose with his, "It's still open."

Frank sighed, "Ok, pancakes sound good. I love you."

"I love you too Frank."

Fin

#frank castle #fluff #smut #the punisher #the punisher imagine #frank castle smut #frank castle imagine #frank castle x you #frank castle fluff #the punisher x reader #frank castle x female reader #jon bernthal

[blubushie]

did you feel anything when u killed someone the first time mr. bounty hunter?

Recoil.

Ok, now that the edginess is out of the way...

(Warning for mildly graphic description of death by shooting...)

No.

The first time I killed someone, he was also trying to kill me. I went into that job figuring I'd be fine and up until that point every bounty I'd met who'd been armed had only been armed with knives. I have my licenced .38 DetSpec but I hadn't expected to ever use it. Most people are rational and drop the knife once they see a gun in their face. I figured since firearms are heavily restricted in Australia I'd never have to face down a barrel like I would expect in America. I was young, and dumb, and I hadn't quite come to terms with "criminals don't follow the laws", and I hadn't been aware of just how big the firearms black market in Australia is.

When I first started this job, my dad insisted that I buy a vest. I remember him talking to his partner years ago about wearing his vest. Sometimes police are ambushed on the way to work, and my dad had the healthy kind of paranoia. My dad left the house wearing his vest under his civilian clothes. When he got his uniform on at work, he'd be wearing the vest. His partner would argue that it was unnecessary, but my dad insisted that he wasn't going to go back to that house with his partner's wife and little boy and tell them he'd been shot and killed because he figured he had time. A bullet waits for no one.

I wear my vest. I've been shot five times. None have injured me--minus getting a minor laceration on my back from my own ceramic plating when it fractured--because I've been wearing my vest. And I've seen people receive rounds that penetrated lvl-II armour and not make it out, so my armour is lvl-IIIA Flex-Pro.

I'm sidetracked. Back to the story.

The first time I killed someone, he was trying to kill me.

He'd seen me coming and I ran for cover the moment I heard a bullet whizz past me. It hit somewhere off to my left. The bloke was maybe 20 metres ahead of me--couldn't hit the broadside of a barn, you ask me--and there was a gum tree up on my right. I made it there and we exchanged fire for a few minutes. Eventually he came up on my right, with my back against the trunk, and I turned my body toward him and fired. I struck him on the right side of his chest. He struck me on my left. I went down like a sack of bricks.

The thing the movies don't tell you is that being shot fucking hurts. Even if your hero is wearing a vest, if he's shot he's probably down for the count for a few minutes until he can stop sucking wind, because being hit with a bullet feels like being punched in the chest, right on your sternum. The higher the calibre, the worse it is. It knocks the wind out of you, it'll bruise like a motherfucker, it fucking hurts. I was hit with a .40S&W, and it took me maybe 4 minutes to get back on my feet and while I saw my target go down, the first thought in my head wasn't "I just killed someone," it was "I've just been shot."

Then it was repeating that--you've just been shot, you've just been shot, this is what dad warned you about, sitrep, are you bleeding? I'm not bleeding. Did it puncture? I can't tell. I looked at the bounty, saw him reaching for that Glock 22 he had, and I fired another shot at him. Neutralisation. He jumped, and then he stopped moving. I unbuttoned my shirt and checked my vest. I couldn't see any blood, or any damage on the inside of my vest where it touches my skin, and I said a silent prayer to whoever was listening that it hit my vest and embedded there.

Eventually I got back on my feet and made it back to my bounty. He was on his back, staring at the sky. If you've ever seen someone die, you know the smell. My second thought after killing someone was "How do I avoid the smell?" I'm paid far less if I'm bringing someone in dead--there's an incentive to not kill bounties, you know--and additionally I have to deal with an investigation being opened any time a bounty is killed, or dies under whatever circumstances. Being the suspect of a homicide investigation isn't fun, folks. But in the moment, I was worried about smells and stains.

The gravity of it hit me later, after I'd gotten him wrapped in tarp and on the ute rack and was packing up for the night. I stared at that spot where he'd died for a long while, watching the earth drink up his blood with the kind of thirst only a desert can have, and it hit me then. But it wasn't "you killed a person." I didn't have some existential crisis about it. I felt no different after that than I do after hunting any other animal. I just sighed at the misfortune shared between the two of us, and I got in my car and left.

#blu whos #this was a weird question to get in my inbox mate

[cinimon01]

You meet a better sort of bum in a marina.

1st of April 2024: I know, April fools day. However it was the day we chose to start to live on board our new boat. We had meticulously packed so we each had 30kg, as allowed by Qantas. This process took into account the things already on board, those we may need, those things we just wanted to take whether we needed them or not and those things we want to have just in case. Another 3 hour flight and 3 hour car ride. We hired a car for a week to be able to get to all of the shops and buy all of the stuff we would need. Mainly food and gas and fuel.

3rd April 2024: Paid a visit to customs as our customs form stated we were able to stay in New Zealand on Mai Tai until June 2024. We wanted to stay for the allotted 2 years each boat receives when they first arrive, but somewhere in the purchase this was changed to June. So we started the process at customs. We found out that having a foreign boat in New Zealand allowed us to avoid all taxes on any purchases. Wow so if we needed a new freezer @ $2500 NZ we would get $375 off. Not too shabby.

5th April 2024: Went to my first yoga class in Opua. So close to the Marina, I just walked about 10 minutes and the community hall was next to the car ferry. Great view of the BOI from the front door. Great class run by a lovely lady called Ines who was selling bananas from her tree.

We had to sort out our gas cylinders as they were foreign and we couldn't get them filled here in NZ. They didn't meet their high standard but fit perfectly into our cubby hole for cylinders in the cock pit. So on the last day before we returned the car we drove to Keri Keri where a cylinder servicing centre was only too happy to help. They said the cylinders were aluminium and worth about $400 each. They would be good for a few more years yet. Great news as we were thinking of just getting new ones. Back to Whangarie delivered the car, taxi to bus station, bus back to Opua, walk down the hill and now we are truly living on a boat without any other form of transport.

On the morning of the 5th our good friends from Bali were here on a cruise and we were able to pick them up and bring them to the boat. Still no sailing as we were waiting for a sail track installation. It was great to welcome aboard our first guests and they loved the boat. Ironically, they will be back next week on a different cruise, so we will see them again and go sailing.

While we we in Whangarie, the good guys from New Zealand Yacht Services came to check everything was ready for the sail track install. It just happened that they were able to get the boom off easily, remove the old track easily and so they decided to install the new track. We weren't even there. Job done and now we can go sailing.

11th April 2024: Extreme weather conditions saw us stuck on board for nearly 2 days and during the night the font hatch in the main cabin leaked. My pillow and mattress was wet and my enthusiasm dampened. So since we bought the boat, the sail track needed replacing, the gennaker was torn to shreds so a new one was ordered, the helm clutch break knob fell off and had to be repaired and replaced and now the hatch leaked. Luckily the boat came with spares and David re installed a new one and its water proof! yay!

15th April 2024: Peter and Diana arrived and we took off. We stretched our sails into nearly zero wind and had a fun day trying to make Mai Tai go without much help from the westerly. We picked up a mooring for $600 for 6 weeks in Kororareka bay, just off Russell old town. Beautiful spot.

18th April 2024: Went to yoga in Russell. First time David drove me to shore in the tender and went for a walk while I made new acquaintance with my muscles. Then off to Opua for a Rally meeting. It was extreemly informative and there are about 60 to 70 boats going between May and June. Some are going to Tonga, Tahiti, Fiji and Vanuatu. We are excited to go in 2025, but seriously need to get to know our boat first.

16th April 2024: Yoga again in Opua, washing and we got our yellow customs form! So David bought a fishing rod and some new lines and a custom step we designed so we can easily step up onto the roof when sailing. Looks great. Now we just need some great weather and we are off to explore the Bay Of Islands and catch a fish.

[tobiasdrake]

It was a relaxing vacation but it's time to refocus on what's important.

No more excuses PLAY ME

I'm going to destroy you like the scrub you are

Oh my god, your pieces are custom painted. I love that. I wish mine were painted.

...wait, can I paint them? Have I been missing out on painting my pieces this whole time?

HAHAHAHAHAHA I AM THE BEST AT TINY WARRIOR FIGURINES

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What the actual fuck am I doing? Don't I have a... an entire atmosphere to try and repair....

shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit I BLAME YOU YOLANDE YOU PAID ME IN GAMBLING ADDICTION shit shit shit shit

I'M HERE IT'S FINE EVERYTHING'S FINE

I'm not late. All-a y'all are early. The meeting was scheduled for whenever I get there. I'm here now, I'm focused, we can get to work.

Hey Serai, am I hungry enough for Wall Sashimi? I'm thinking... maybe just a Wall Parfait for a light snack.

Still don't see why I have to give the wall money. What does it even buy with it? It's a wall.

*sigh* You know what, you're right. That's really more of a question for Zale. HEY ZALE, HOW HUNGRY AM I?

Ugh, this is taking forever. I'm bored. Come on, Zale, let's take Kickball and--

...

Did. Uh. Did we....

Did we just. Leave Kickball at Clockwork Castle? I think we all kind of forgot about Kickball in the Artificer commotion.

Wow, it's a good thing none of us promised them anything.

I did want to make something rain there but this is good enough. As long as we're accomplishing something, I can be satisfied with only a mild amount of spite.

Good for you! I still feel like shit.

Job's only half-finished, and the important half is yet to come. Also, the hard part, given that I'm fairly certain the Dweller of Dread is guarding my moon.

Still coming to terms with the fact that we may need to slay a Dweller in order to restore the Eclipse and give us the power to slay a Dweller. There's a pretty significant complication there.

Go ahead and take this victory lap, little frog robo. We couldn't have done it without you.

Also, the way Serai manages to smile with just her eyes is awesome.

I'm not 100% sure that simply shining sunlight directly onto the moon counts as an Eclipse but I sort of feel like it does and that's good enough. Let's go cleansing.

Probably wasn't expecting visitors on this dead world.

Then again, we did just shine sunlight directly on its lair for the first time in centuries so it probably knew something was about to go down.

GUESS WE'RE DOING THIS

Remember, the more limbs we dismember now, the less we'll have to deal with later.

Just like that. We're making calamari, people.

Teach them to interfere with a peaceful protest. We're here to FREE LUNA and we aren't leaving until our demands our met!

Give. Me. Back. My. Goddamn. MOON.

...or else we'll bring the sun to you.

Sometimes you just need to get creative. There is not technically a term for when the sun is between the moon and earth. Because that's not a thing. But that just means I get to name it.

This is a Zalian Eclipse. What do you have to say about that, huh!?

Okay, that's fair. I walked right into that.

Hold up, what's happening now? Is this... are we....

I. Guess. This answers my question of whether the Fuck Out Of My Head Juice is still in effect. This is concerning. Do I... should I....

...wait a second, that's not ZALE!

Zale's sword is red. I was thinking about how pretty it looks the other day when we were fighting bird people. *smug*

Okay, I'm officially done with this weirdass shit.

IN THE NAME OF THE MOON

I'LL PUNISH YOU

#sea of stars #drake plays sea of stars

[crmsnmth]

September Sky Chapter 3, Part 4

I put my cigarette out in one of them and stood up, my pack rolling off my lap and bouncing just right to be pushed under the bench. "Fuck," I said, dropping down to grab them.

"Why is it every time I run into you, you seem to be on the floor." A squeaky voice said from above and behind me.

I tried backing out from underneath the bench quickly. I didn't quite make it, and when I went to stand, I cracked my head on the bench.

'Ow, shit fuck. Goddammit. " I could only speak in curses. Addison stood there, trying to conceal the fact that she was laughing. I didn't blame her. I would've laughed too. I stood up, rubbing my head where I had hit it. I checked my fingers for blood. There wasn't any. At least not where I had been rubbing.

Addison stood in front of me, a cigarette in her right hand. She was just as beautiful as the last time I saw her. Maybe even more. Her hair was up, once again held by a bandanna. A plain black shirt with short sleeves and a V-neck. A gray skirt and her beat to shit combat boots. Gorgeous.

"Hey," I stuttered, still rubbing my aching head.

"Hi. Are you alright? Sorry about laughing. I couldn't help it," she replied.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just another concussion. It's all good," I said.

"Are you sure? That looked like it really hurt."

"Yeah, I'll be fine. No big deal." I dropped my hand away from my head and smiled, trying to show that I was just fine. "What's up?"

"Here to see my roommate's band."

"What one are they in?"

"Empty Playground."

"Are they any good?"

"They were until I started having to hear the guitar lines all the time. Skip's the singer and guitarist."

"What the hell kind of name is Skip?"

"His real name's Jason. It's just a nickname."

"How does one go about getting a nickname like that?" My mouth moving faster than my brain again.

"You know, I'm not really sure. He already had it by the time I met him."

"Fair." Reel it in Chris, you sound like a jackass.

"What brings you out?" She asked, blowing smoke out into the air. The smoke danced with itself with spins and loops.

"Nothing. Just wanted something to do."

"Really? You came out by yourself?" I didn't understand why she was so shocked by that.

"Yeah. I came here alone. Seriously, why does it matter.?"

"It doesn't. It's kind of cool. Most people just don't go if they go alone," she said.

"Really? I guess I never paid enough attention to notice." A drop fell onto my arm from a tree branch above us. The water was cold and made me jump a little. Addison leaned forward and put her cigarette out with the others dying in the ash graveyard.

"I'm heading back in. Want to come and hang out with us?" Addison said, asking, but somehow telling me that I was coming to hang out with her group at the same time.

"Yeah, sure." I pointed at the empty glass in her hand, "I'm grabbing another one. Can I buy you a drink?"

"Sure, Vodka-Red Bull," she said with a cute, satisfied smile on her face. It just barely brought out the dimples in her cheeks. I liked that smile a lot. It was the kind of smile that wrapped itself warmly and tightly around your heart and danced alone to the beat of sinus rhythm.

The first band was just starting to play as I followed her back inside the building. A couple of kids still hung around the bathroom, waiting in line for a line again. Over by the stage, a group of kids were slam-dancing to the quick 1,2,3,4 drum beats and the three-power chord guitar. The vocalist was shouting the lyrics, but I couldn't really hear any of the actual words. So, I headed back over to the now busy bar.

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[jedi-bird]

For some reason the rain today reminded me of a school memory that was pretty traumatizing at the time.

Between the ages of 7 and 11, I went to a tiny little religious private school. The largest class I ever had there was 22 total students, the smallest 15 (which was actually two combined grades). Once a month, always on Wednesdays, we had an early release day so the teachers could have a staff meeting and get caught up on grading and whatever other things they needed to do.

I loved those days. Honestly, what kid wouldn't? But what made them special was that my grandma would pick me up and we'd go eat lunch someplace (usually McDonald's), then we'd run errands before going home. I looked forward to it; even though I lived with my grandparents, getting to spend a weekday with them felt magical.

So our monthly Wednesday half day arrives. It's raining. Pouring actually. Noon hits and we're released to go home. Now, not ever kid went home early those days. Some had parents working who couldn't pick them up. Usually the playground attendant would watch them until the meeting was done and then one teacher would stay until the typical end of day release with them. This is important.

So the bell rings and out I go, with my backpack and my wind breaker (because we couldn't afford real rain jackets and these were usually good enough to get us to and from places before getting soaked). I hurry out to where my grandma is usually parked waiting for me.

Only she's not there.

Maybe she's late. Maybe traffic was really bad. She's never not picked me up before. She'll be there.

I say goodbye to my friends who are leaving, slowly getting soaked and starting to shiver because it's cold. A half an hour goes by.

My grandma still isn't there.

I'm starting to cry now. I'm scared. What if something happened to her? What if she wasn't coming? What if no one was coming?

Finally, someone must have told the office that I was still out there. The vice principal came out and told me I had to go back to class. "But I'm waiting for my grandma."

"Well, when she comes she can come to the office and we'll go get you. Now go back to class."

By now I'm sobbing. "But I don't have any lunch!"

One of my classmates is coming out at the time. She hears me and hands me a ticket. "You can use my lunch token!" she said before hopping into her mom's van and leaving.

"See? Wasn't that nice of her? Now go get your lunch from the cafeteria and then get back in class. If you insist on staying out here, I'll have to write you up."

Now, I was the type of kid who never got in trouble, period, let alone at school. This in no way, shape, or form made me feel any better. Still crying my heart out, drenched to the bone, I said, "but I don't know where the cafeteria is."

"Oh that's all right. I'll show you."

The cafeteria at our school was a paid program. You had to pay in advance monthly for the tokens (actually just paper tickets much like raffle ones). This was a private school, so it was already expensive. We couldn't afford to buy into the lunch program there, so my grandma usually packed me a lunch. The reason I didn't have one that day was because she was going to pick me up early. So off we go, the vice principal chatting excitedly as I stumbled along, a weird numbness starting to take over.

"I have one more for you!" she sang as we walked into the tiny kitchen that had no lights on. The woman standing on the other side of the counter just scowled at me. "I've never seen her in my life."

"She's not normally part of the program but she's got a ticket today. Now, get your food and hurry back to class!"

I hand over my ticket, hands shaking. It's freezing in the kitchen.

"This is wet," the lady said in disgust.

"It's raining." I didn't know what else to say.

She kind of huffed, threw some food on a tray and sent me away, watching me suspiciously the whole time.

I'm not crying anymore. I'm too numb for that. I make it back to my classroom, dripping water all over the floor as everyone still there turns to stare at me. "I thought you were going home?" one of my friends asked, not unkindly.

"No one showed up."

He just nodded and went back to playing games with the other kids still there.

I sat at my desk and just kind of stared at the food. It was a hamburger plate. The bun was wet from the rain and had no condiments, but was otherwise okay. The burger had clearly been cooked the week before and reheated; it was a weird combination of burned and damp. The lettuce was still frozen, as were the pickles. The tomato slice was green in places. The tater tots were just wet and smelled funny. I ate a bit of the lettuce and the all the pickles and just sat and cried until the last bell of the day sounded.

What if my grandma still wasn't there? What if she was gone? What if I was all alone. It would take me years to realize that I had some pretty severe abandonment issues and anxiety; this incident should have clued my family in that something was wrong.

My friend walked me out, even offering to let my hold his hand even though we were at that age where cooties were a real concern. I'm not crying but it's a close thing.

And there, waiting in her usual spot, was my grandma's gold thunderbird, the window down so she could wave to me. I ran to the car, climbed inside, and just lost it. I was crying to hard that I couldn't even talk. She tried to calm me down and finally just had to sit and wait for the tears to pass.

"You didn't come. I waited and waited and you weren't here and I was scared!"

"They told me not to come. The office called me and said the early release was canceled. They said they'd give you lunch."

"It was frozen."

I don't know how many times she apologized that afternoon and in the days that followed. I was never mad at her. I was scared and confused and upset that no one had told me that they told her not to come. That they had lied about canceling the day. I couldn't understand why adults would do that. They were supposed to keep us safe, so what was with the lies?

My grandma never missed another early release no matter what they tried to tell her. She got written permission so that I was allowed to call her any time I needed to (I think she knew, deep down, that there was an issue but she didn't have the power to do anything about it). I never trusted anyone in charge at that school after.

And to this day, I still get nervous if someone doesn't show up when they say they would. I make sure my partner has a lunch packed before leaving for work even if they're having a catered lunch that day (because a packed lunch can be saved for later but no lunch is not a good thing). I'm now very much aware of my issues and have work arounds to help mitigate them.

Today's rain brought that all back. I miss my grandma sometimes so much that it hurts. But I'll always remember her quiet rage that day, as well as her telling off the office staff the next day. That woman was quiet but very fierce.

Maybe someday I'll share more stories from that school. There's a lot of them rattling around in my head.

#birdy's family stories #it's weird memory time

[scarletpath]

I just feel like I need to get this off of my chest. Now, I love LOVE Overwatch. I pretty much started to play it when it first came out. I was completely in love with the characters and I just had to play the game. This was my first FPS too. I loved how the people working on the game continued to carefully craft and update the game with the players in mind. It felt good. Not only could you play as you wanted, but you also got rewards for working hard. Especially during the events. The skins and other unlockables that you gained all had a story behind how you got them. That D.Va Police skin? Yeah, I had to win 10 games in HOTS. That legendary Halloween skin? I was lucky and got that with the free Lootcrate I was given. I was grinding and earning anything that I could unlock. Even if it was for a character I didn't play. It was fun and I felt a great sense of accomplishment.

So imagine how excited I was with the launch of OW2. The promises of new content, new characters and maps. Upgraded graphics and more. I couldn't wait. I happily hopped onto my computer the day it released. At first it felt refreshing. Almost nostalgic of when I first started playing the game. But the Store. It made my stomach a little uneasy. I thought to myself "Yes, they removed the Lootcrates because it could be seen as gambling. And that it was illegal in some countries." So I let it slide for a bit. I honestly didn't mind the Battle Pass system they had in place. But I did notice that you couldn't work for anything that was in the Store. Everything had a price. Then came the first event. Halloween. One of my favourites. I was so excited to see what skins they would release. Imagine my disappointment when again, price tags were placed on the event exclusive skins. I even checked the rewards you could get during the event and it was pitiful. I felt like I was going to pull my hair out of my head, constantly being teased by the items I couldn't obtain without having to open my wallet. Every time I opened the game, it seems like they keep adding and removing items. Using FOMO to tease and tempt me. And I knew this feeling all to well. And I knew that if I fell prey to it, it would be very hard for me to get out of that hole.

A long time ago, I was addicted to a App game (Avengers Academy I think it was called). And they used this tactic. Bombard users with new items, skins and new characters. Set up events and make it nearly impossible for anyone with a life to obtain the special limited items. Dangle the things they want in front of them with a price tag and rake in the cash. I can't tell you how much I spent on that game. But I developed a problem. An addiction. And I knew what I had to do. I deleted the game and never went back. And now OW2 is doing the same thing. I can't tell you how much I really want to play the game but I know that if I give into the temptation of the store, I'll be in a very bad spot. I want to collect all the skins so much but there is no way I could spend that much money every time they release something new. So I quit playing the game. And it's really a shame. It plays so well. The characters are amazing. The maps are fun. But I know that I will develop an addiction, similar to that of gambling. In all honesty, I think using FOMO to make money is far more damaging than Lootcrates. At least you didn't need to buy the crates to get the items. So until something changes. I cannot go back to the game and it makes me so angry. But I'm doing this for my own well being. I don't mind the Battle Pass idea but they need to stop putting Skins and Characters behind paywalls. Everything should be achievable and rewarded with hard work. And that's just the thing. Every Skin is paid for. There is no reward and no incentive to the skins. So when I see them, I feel hollow.

Sorry, I rambled on. I'm just really upset about this. Again. I love the game. I just hate the greed. And I'm scared that if I just play it, I'm going to fall into a hole. A shame really. I had so many good memories and had so many good times with this game. So, yeah. I'm done playing this game.

#overwatch #overwatch 2