#my brain is a complete incoherent mess and i am so sorry if this post is messy <3

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

i don't know what order to start Dissecting, so i'll just start with:

it's absolutely fascinating how the dynamic Wally & Barnaby had - to my knowledge - before the update, and a dynamic i'd seen speculated elsewhere and generally accepted, has been completed turned on its head

see, given that Wally is the "main character" and Barnaby is classified as "his best friend", i got the feeling that Barnaby kind of... tags along on Wally's 'shenanigans'. that he's the sidekick, the best friend. especially since their dynamic has been previously & briefly described as "Barnaby is very polite to Wally." he's the Companion.

but the audios sorta paint a reverse picture. in the Interview, when Barnaby enters stage right, he completely bowls over Wally's introduction and dominates the interview. when the interviewer asks how the two of them are handling the fame, even outright asking Wally, Barnaby doesn't hesitate to answer the question himself, and only about himself. Wally doesn't get another word in edge-wise until the interviewer explicitly singles Wally out.

(now, an argument could be made that Barnaby knew that Wally was somewhat overwhelmed with all of the questions, and tried to take the reins to give him a reprieve. but, considering that the interview seems to be very early on the possible timeline - like, very soon after Welcome Home debuted - i don't think this is likely. i doubt Barnaby and Wally would've had the time to solidify their dynamic or really get to know each other that well yet)

and Barnaby continues to take point in pretty much all of their other conversations, too. like in the mystery Howdy/Barnaby/Wally audio, their interaction gives off the vibes that Wally is Barnaby's sidekick, his tag-along.

(on a related tangent, it's fascinating how the website described the episodes as "[beginning] with Wally introducing the focus or theme for the day before coming across other characters who would join him on his escapades until the end of the day." but from pretty much everything we've seen so far, it seems like He's the one who's just along for the ride, bouncing from neighbor shenanigan to neighbor shenanigan instead of having his own adventures.

of course, if the 14 audios are present time, which is honestly somewhat likely, this could be because the show isn't running. they aren't doing episodes - they're just existing, doing their things. no need for Wally to take point in any way shape or form. tangent over)

in the 14 audios with Barnaby, he doesn't even acknowledge Wally until the very end - which, of course, could be because that's how the scenes are set up. except that in some of them, the characters do directly acknowledge Wally's presence outside of the endings. Eddie in 5-14, Howdy and Poppy in 1-14, and Frank in 4-14 (technically, since he was infodumping to Wally at the very start before Barnaby interrupted). you'd think that a guy would try to include his best friend a little more!

maybe i'm reading into it too much. & given what we know about Wally as a character, it would make sense for Barnaby to be the go-getter Main Guy of the two. but it really seems like its Barnaby & Wally instead of Wally & Barnaby. he's just kinda... there. going along with whatever Barnaby is up to.

but also, on the other side of things - & it's occurring to me as i type this, it's interesting how in a lot of audios, Barnaby seems to seek Wally out. in "Just So", he shows up to fetch Wally. in 4-14, Barnaby interrupts Frank and Wally's gardening session, almost as if he's stopping by to check on his little buddy. in 7-14, Barnaby calls Julie's house (presumably) searching for Wally, or at least checking in once again. something to consider in all of this!

#and if the 14 audios are in the same day along a timeline - which they Are. im trying to puzzle it out rn but anyway - #its interesting how barnaby just kept. checkin. in. #they had three audios where they were already hanging out and then got two (technically three) more where barnaby checked in! #it feels like there's something there... #separation anxiety? a compulsion? love for his buddy? a secret fourth thing? #maybe he could tell something was Off with wally that day... #(which is a topic i will ramble about in a different post) #its a push & pull to be certain.... #but yeah that plus all the evidence of Barnaby kinda being the Lead and wally being brushed off to the side.... #what a complicated fuckin picture it paints!!! dont know what it means yet! #i have another post im working on centering on how the neighbors seem to treat each other - wally & eddie especially #but this post aint about that. itll be related though #homebogging #wh speculation #please let this have made sense! #when i make posts i just kinda throw myself at it bc i have No organizational skills! #my brain is a complete incoherent mess and i am so sorry if this post is messy <3

[itti-bitti-yibbi]

Here's the completed Skip Narry from the other day!

Also, a little fic thingy I wrote! (Unrelated to the au posts)

The gist of it is that Stanley had a nightmare (about Skip Button ending) and the Narrator comforts him

A crash, and a thud. The Narrator looked back toward the office, where Stanley had dozed off in the Employee Lounge, to find the man in question in a trembling ball on the floor.

"Stanley? What are you doing?"

No response. Stanley's hands were tucked against him as he curled up on the floor, and his thoughts were such a jumbled mess that The Narrator couldn't possibly make anything out.

"Oh goodness," The Narrator muttered, concerned, and frankly, feeling quite out of his depth. Emotions were not exactly his strong suit. "Perhaps- perhaps I should leave you be for a bit-"

At this Stanley jolted upward frantically, revealing his puffy eyes and tear-stained face.

'Nono! Don't leave!'

The Narrator paused, then sighed. It appeared he was going to have to deal with this after all. He proceeded to project himself into one of his smaller forms, blinking into existence a few feet in front of Stanley.

The man watched as he sat down across from him, folding his hands in his lap.

"I suppose you've had a nightmare, then."

Stanley nodded, bringing his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around them.

"Do you want to tell me about it?"

Stanley hesitated, glanced at The Narrator's face, looked away again, and shook his head.

The Narrator sighed again. "Then what am I doing here?"

Stanley swiped at the tears pricking his eyes. 'Can you just... Talk? About something- anything.'

The Narrator, blinked in surprise. "You're asking me to talk? That's- Stanley did you hit your head or something? You've never seemed much for my ramblings before. What kind of nightmare-"

He was interrupted by Stanley essentially tackling him, wrapping his arms around him and tucking his face into The Narrator's shoulder. The Narrator, thoroughly confused, returned the embrace gingerly.

"Goodness Stanley, you've never been so clingy before," The Narrator mumbled, patting Stanley's back as he spoke. "I can't imagine what sort of nightmare could have possibly provoked this behavior."

Stanley only responded by gripping The Narrator even tighter, almost painfully so. The Narrator sighed and raised a hand to Stanley's hair.

"It's alright, Stanley, I'm here. I'm not going anywhere." He kept a soothing tone, gently stroking Stanley's hair as the man cried silently into his shoulder.

"You're alright. Everything is going to be okay. I'm here. You're here. You're safe. All is well."

'I'm sorry.'

"Oh Stanley, whatever could you be sorry for? You haven't done anything."

'I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'msorryimsorryimsorryimsorry-'

Stanley's mind continued to repeat the same phrase, over and over, as his sobbing began anew.

"Oh Stanley..." The Narrator said again, holding the same soothing tone, despite how Stanley's behavior frightened him. He tightened his own grip on the man, feeling the sobs rack his body.

"Oh my dear, dear Stanley. I can't even imagine what you might have dreamt to make you feel this way, I'm basically immune to anything you could possibly do to a person. Whatever happened in that dream isn't real, it's just your silly little brain putting random bits of information together into an incoherent training exercise for your consciousness to do while your body is resting."

Stanley shook his head just a tiny bit, most likely to himself. The man's apologetic mantra had stopped, replaced yet again by muddled half-thoughts that The Narrator couldn't make sense of.

The Narrator hummed a little bit.

"You know, Stanley, every time I think I've got you figured out, you do something like this, that surprises me." The Narrator chuckled. "I never would have expected you to ask me to just sit here and speak to you, under any circumstances. I was under the impression that you were sick and tired of me."

A momentary pause.

"I prefer this, more."

Stanley nodded, his face still pressed into the Narrator's shoulder.

'Me too.'

The Narrator closed his eyes, listening to Stanley's breathing even and his heartbeat slow as he calmed himself. For a moment, The Narrator even allowed himself to enjoy the warmth that radiated from the man in his arms.

After several moments of silence between the two, Stanley released his hold on The Narrator, breaking the embrace. He sat back, and they looked at each other.

'Thank you.'

The Narrator cleared his throat, suddenly embarrassed. "Yes, well... You're welcome."

Stanley smiled, wiping his face clear and getting to his feet. He reached out, offering his hand to The Narrator to help him to his feet.

'Let's go on now.'

The Narrator looked at Stanley's hand for a moment before taking it, and letting the man pull him to his feet.

"Yes, let's."

#stanarrator #the stanley parable ultra deluxe #the stanley parable: ultra deluxe #tspud #the narrator #tsp #tsp fanart #tsp stanley #stanley parable ultra deluxe #tsp narrator #the stanley parable #the stanley parable narrator #tspud fanart #tspud stanley #tspud narrator

[anne-i-write]

sweet love

| who would have known that the local bakery could get sebastian to show his soft spot |

sebastian moran x reader

word count: 3609

tw: sexual implications but no actual spice (mostly from sebastian’s “flirting”)

a/n: a little new years gift from me to all of you! i’m sorry it took so long to get another post up but i enjoyed writing this one! hopefully sebastian isn’t too ooc in this idk ig i just have a thing for making characters ooc but it’s very sweet and possibly tooth rotting. i also realize that i got carried away making this one and now you can read through my brain rot lol. ALSO APPARENTLY HES 6’6 THE MAN COULD ABSOLUTELY PUNT ME WHAT anyhow, i hope you all enjoy!! p.s. if you see grammatical errors and incoherent sentences, i just copy pasted from google docs lmao good luck

Sebastian grumbled under his breath, annoyed with the work that William had him do.

“‘Those who do not work in this house aren’t treated as people.’” Sebastian scoffed as he glanced over at the list. “Louis should be glad I’m on good terms with William.”

The ex-colonel should’ve been back at the estate an hour ago but he felt somewhat spiteful and decided to stay out longer. He had finished everything he needed but he had no clue what to do. It was already lunch and his stomach was silently growling but he refused to face the brothers just yet.

That was until he stopped in front of a quaint bakery with the words Fox’s Biscuits painted on a hanging sign.

“Isn’t this…” He looked at the bakery window, mouthwatering biscuits on display for everyone to see.

“These are the biscuits Father bought for me when I was younger.”

Longing for a sense of his childhood, Sebastian walked into the small shop.

In an instant, the sickly sweet smell of chocolate hit his nose and the bell above the door rang out. It was a small space but one could feel the dedication put into the little treats. “Hello?” Sebastian called out as soon as he realized he had been alone for at least two minutes.

“Just a moment!”

Crashes and clangs could be heard from behind a door that presumably led to a kitchen. You burst through the door, your apron stained with chocolate and your right cheek was covered in a light dust of flour.

Sebastian stared at you with wide eyes, not sure if he should focus on the disorderly ruin that was yourself or the absolute charm that you carried. “You have a little something—” He pointed to his cheek and your cute eyes widened a smidge.

You frantically turned around, swiping at both cheeks and turning around when you felt like you were clean. “How may I help you today?”

Sebastian’s heart skipped a beat when you smiled widely, his cheeks feeling a little flush. He shook his head.

“Those biscuits by the door; how much are they?” You took a step to the side to see which one he was talking about. “Oh, it’s 10 shillings for each one.” You informed him, walking to the stacked treats with a cloth in hand. “How many would you like?”

A sly grin painted Sebastian’s features and he turned to face you. “3 pieces please.” You barely picked up the second biscuit before you felt a presence looming behind you. “Perhaps, I can have you too if I pay extra.” He whispered in your ear.

Heat spread across your face as you quickly shoved the rest of the biscuits in the small bag. You shoved the biscuits his way and held out your other hand expectantly. “Th-That’s 30 shillings!” You cursed the way you stuttered.

Sebastian laughed at your flustered state as he handed you the payment. He shot you a teasing glance.

“I can’t bake very well but I can show you how good I am with my hands.” Your eyes widened again at the implication and you shoved him towards the exit.

“Thank you for coming to our bakery!” You breathed out a sigh of relief. One patron down… only many more to come.

The ex-colonel swung the bag leisurely as he strode into the manor, forgetting about lunch. “Where were you, Sebastian?” Louis asked as soon as he opened the door.

“Getting myself food.”

The bell rang in your little family shop and you smiled, heading out to greet the next customer with freshly baked biscuits in hand.

“Good afternoon–” Your smile dropped when you realized who came into the bakery.

“What’s with the frown, sweetheart?” Sebastian cooed and you narrowed your eyes at him. “Did you not wish I would come back?”

“I wish you never came at all.” The man stilled for a moment but laughed when you walked past him to restock the display case. “You were here yesterday, were you not?” He turned to see you carefully placing the treats on the platter. “Yes but I’m here to buy more of those delicious biscuits you sell.”

Sebastian stalked closer to you just as you spun around to point the tray in his face. “Personal space, please.” He raised his hands in resignation and backed up. You walked back to the counter to place the warm tray on top. “You weren’t complaining yesterday.”

“I didn’t expect yesterday. Now, how many biscuits would you like?” Before he opened his mouth, you continued. “And buy enough so I don’t have to see you again.”

Sebastian laughed again, enjoying your quips. “You seem very spirited today, m’love.” You rolled your eyes. “Either you buy something or you can get out of the shop.” The man walked towards you but you stood your ground this time, arms crossed.

“Your biscuits are delicious but I bet you taste even better.” Your face heated up and Sebastian grinned. “Th-The way out is right behind you.”

Why do I always stutter?

“You’re adorable when you get shy on me.” You shot him a pointed glare and he chuckled. “I’ll have the whole display.” Sebastian thoroughly enjoyed the way your shy attitude appeared when he spoke.

“Th-The whole—” Sebastian chuckled and leaned on a nearby wall. “Yes, sweetheart; the whole case.” Of course, you needed the money but could the man even afford it?

“Th-That’s 100 shillings.” Sebastian took another glance at the display and shook his head. “Come now sweetheart, all of that is at least 600 shillings.” You shook your head.

“600 shillings is too much!” The thought of even getting mad at his previous words flew out of your head as he insisted on paying the full price. “Please, I’ll lower the price.”

Sebastian smiled as he reached into his coat and pulled out a satchel of coins. “It must have taken a painstakingly long time to make all those biscuits, it’s only right I pay you in full.” He placed the bag on the counter and you slid it back towards him. “I don’t have time to count 100 shillings! Please, that would be more than enough.”

This continued on for another ten minutes before he finally got you to settle on paying half of the original price.

“Enjoy your biscuits!” You called out to him just as the door barely closed behind him. Thankfully the door had a large glass pane and he turned around, offering a small wave before walking off.

You watched as he left the front of the shop and your eyes drifted to the empty display case.

“What in God’s name happened.”

Sebastian was aware that the last time he saw you was the other day, but he did comprehend that coming back the day after buying 60 biscuits would look rather odd. Telling Louis he had to run an errand in the town, the ex-colonel set off to your little bakery. Considering how empty it was the last two times he saw you, Sebastian expected it to be the same.

What he didn’t expect was a large crowd that seemed too big to be inside of the bakery.

Sebastian carefully opened the door and was greeted with the bustling sound of people chatting as they waited for their treats. Being the tall man he was, he searched for you in the crowd until he saw you rush out of the kitchen with your hair a complete mess.

“Thank you for being so patient, have a great day!” You said breathlessly and the patron nodded, wishing you well before leaving. They passed by Sebastian and he watched as they left the shop. He turned his attention back to you, who wore the same smile that made his heart stutter as you helped the next customer.

God only knows how long Sebastian was in the shop but the last customer left and you slumped against the counter. “Is that how you hold yourself in front of your patrons?” You groaned and he laughed.

“You bought 60 biscuits the other day and I still have to make the next batch, why are you back?” You glanced up at him and he shrugged. “Can I not wait for the biscuits?” You kept staring at him and he shot you a questioning glance.

“I can give you an estimated time for when the biscuits are done.” You yawned as you stood up and stretched. “I saw you come in a while ago, do you not have anywhere to be?”

Sebastian leaned against the counter and sighed. “Not today.”

Not having the energy to make him leave, you simply walked back into the kitchen and he watched as the door swung behind you.

It had been three minutes since you disappeared behind the doors and Sebastian was about to leave before you emerged from the kitchen. “If you’re staying until I make the next batch, then I want you to try this.” You said as you place down a small plate with two chocolate covered biscuits. “My father doesn’t know about these so I want to see if these taste good.” He took a glance at the plate and looked up at you.

“You couldn’t try them yourselves?” He asked as you stood across from him, arms folded. “I’d be favored to like them because I made them.” A beat of silence passed as you stared at each other.

“They’re not poisoned, if that’s what you’re worried about.” An impressed look crossed Sebastian’s face as he picked up the biscuit and ate it. You watched closely as the man in front of you chewed your creation. “Is that jam and cream?”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, it’s indecent.” Sebastian snorted as he took another bite. “You sound like my mum.” You smiled softly as he started to reach for the second one.

“Keep staring like that, I might have to eat something else.” He said as he winked at you.

“Y-You—!”

Sebastian’s visits became routine and each time he came in, your day got a little better. You scoffed. Like you would ever tell him that.

“Darling!” Sebastian called out as he opened the door. “You know, I don’t even know your name and you’ve been coming here for two weeks.” You stated as you cleaned down the counter.

“Aw, you want to put a name to a face so you can moan it tonight?” He cooed and you slammed your towel down, flustered. “O-One day without suggesting those things! I-Is that too much to ask?” Sebastian laughed and you went back to furiously wiping down the counter.

He smiled as he walked towards you and placed his hand on yours. “If you keep scrubbing like that, the wood will wear down.” You sighed and relaxed your grip on the washing cloth. “Your hands are warm.” You said and he chuckled.

“The cloth’s gone cold.” He pointed out and you rolled your eyes. “I didn’t realize.” Sebastian snorted and took the cloth out of your hands. “Here.” He took both of your hands and held them in his, breathing out slowly on them. He looked at you, taking note of the dark circles under your eyes.

If you were working yourself that much, he would make you take this short break to relax.

You looked up at your hands and suddenly felt shy at the intimate contact. “(Y/N),” you muttered, looking away.

Sebastian glanced up at you and huffed softly. “Sebastian.” You continued to let him warm up your hands.

A serene silence fell over the two of you as he exhaled softly on your hands.

That was until your sister barged into the shop, back from the market. “(Y/N)!” All three of you paused as you stared at each other. You watched as your sister’s eyes traveled from yours to your intertwined hands and you instantly flared up.

“I was just handing him biscuits!” You yelped, yanking your hands out of Sebastian’s. You looked at him and nodded your head towards the exit. “Thank you so much for coming!” Sebastian grinned and he leaned in closer to you. “I’ll come back for you tomorrow, sweetheart.”

He knew he said this loud enough for you sister to hear. “Good day!” He smiled innocently, nodding to the girl by the door and walked out.

You watched as he left, not noticing your sister walking up and taking her place next to you. She watched with you as Sebastian walked away and took note of the subtle starry gaze in your eyes.

“Now I understand why you always want to watch the shop.”

You fidgeted as Sebastian walked into the shop once again. What was this? His 40th time at the shop? You shook your head. It didn’t matter.

I will ask him!

“What’s troubling you, sweetheart?” Even through the teasing tone, you could hear some worry and you just decided to spit it out.

“Would you like to accompany me to the moorish dance tonight?” Sebastian’s eyes widened as you stared up at him with unintentionally large eyes. The man knew he had a persona to hold in front of you but felt himself failing as he struggled to fight the blush rising on his cheeks.

“Only if you’ll accompany me to my bed tonight.” He watched as your eyes narrowed and you puffed out your chest, crossing your arms. “Forget I asked.” He laughed as you turned away from him. “I’m just playing around!” You stuck your tongue out childishly and turned away again.

“You’re pouting!”

“No I’m not!”

You two continued to bicker until he apologized, albeit through laughs. “I’m serious though, Sebastian.” He looked at you with a fond smile and he exhaled.

“I’d be honored.” You turned to face him with the same smile you used when you first greeted him, except this time it was wider and you looked like you were about to bounce over the counter. “But I really thought I would be the first to ask you.”

“Let customs lay themselves to rest for a bit, Sebastian.”

The dance was some time later at night so you decided to close shop early and walk around the town with Sebastian.

He had never seen you so talkative before and it was very interesting to see you speak without having to put him in his place every five minutes.

“So, do you and your sister run the bakery by yourselves?” Sebastian asked as you walked down the bustling road. “Lately. My father had been overworking himself so my sister and I decided to take over for him.” You smiled as a girl ran past your legs, her little brother following shortly after.

He watched on with a fond look as you continued talking about the bakery and all the baking mishaps that made you the person you were today. “That sounds like it requires a lot of effort.” You chuckled as you reached a secluded tree, not too far from the town but enough to be alone.

“It does, but the son of my father’s friend likes to help from time to time.” The sound of a possible competitor peaked his interest and sat down beside you on the grass. “The son of your father’s friend?” You nodded as you stared at the town and leaned on the tree.

“He’s a wonderful boy, very enthusiastic about helping me and my sister.” You turned to face him with an excited expression. “Oh, I’ll introduce you at the dance later! He’s helping the men set up but we should be able to see him!” The alpha male in Sebastian refused to let himself lose the one good thing he could possibly have in his life.

“You hid the whole jar?”

“Mrs. Pettor makes the best jams! I wasn’t going to let my family finish it!” Sebastian laughed as you defended yourself.

It was almost time for the dance and you both were walking to the town center.

“I’ve been talking all this time.” You realized and you turned to Sebastian. “Tell me more about—” You cut yourself off with a squeak as you were lifted off of your feet.

Sebastian watched as a blonde boy swung you around. “A-Alexander!” The boy put you down, a grin on his face.

The blond boy looked at you and you smiled back before Sebastian cleared his throat. “Oh, right!” You turned to face Sebastian and grinned. “Alexander, this is Sebastian! Sebastian, Alexander!” The shorter man held out his hand, blue eyes instantly hardening.

“Hello Sebastian,” Alexander said as Sebastian shook his hand. “Alexander.” You looked between the two and felt a tense aura emanating from them before you clapped your hands.

“Shall we go to the dance?” Alexander let go of Sebastian’s hand and immediately faced you. “Of course!” The blond grabbed your hand and you were barely able to get ahold of Sebastian’s before Alexander took off running.

Cheers and music filled the air and the sound of shoes hitting stone echoed throughout the streets. Despite knowing most of the faces, you spent most of your time talking with Sebastian about stories from each of your lives.

“(Y/N)!” You turned your head and saw Alexander heading towards you, out of breath and sweaty from dancing. You excused yourself from the conversation and Alexander stopped in front of you. “I never did thank you for working more than you should have these last few days.” You laughed as you waved him off. “It’s nothing you should thank me for, Alexander. My sister helped so it wasn’t all bad.”

Alexander took a glance at Sebastian, who had been mobbed by most of the town women and looked like he was trying to hold his own. “Would you like to dance?” His question caught you off guard. “I invited Sebastian, I couldn’t leave him…” You turned to see a group of girls crowding around the man and your smile faltered. “One dance wouldn’t hurt.”

“Sebastian!” He looked up from the group of girls and saw you waving. He was about to move until he saw your hand in Alexander’s. “I’m going to dance for a bit!” You laughed as Alexander pulled you to the dance area. Alexander chuckled at you as you told Sebastian of your whereabouts. At least you had the decency to tell him you were dancing with another man.

“So how’d you meet Sebastian?” Alexander asked as you danced to the music. “He came into the shop one day and just kept visiting!” You smiled and the boy in front of you exhaled softly, deciding to drop the topic and talk to your sister about it later.

The former colonel no longer focused on the girls in front of him as he watched you laugh hard at something Alexander said and his heart beat faster in his chest. Out of jealousy or awe, he couldn’t tell. But the way your eyes shone under the golden glow of the street lamps told him to move and get you.

He pushed his way through the crowd of ladies and kept his eyes trained on your carefree figure. Your skin looked so beautiful under this light, maybe you were the one who lit up the town. Your smile alone had enough energy to do so anyway.

“May I have a dance with (Y/N)?” Sebastian asked as he reached you and Alexander. The blond man smiled and your eyes sparkled in delight. “Of course.” Alexander gently let go of your hand and placed it in Sebastian’s.

“Thank you Alexander!” You called out and he turned around, sending you a soft smile and a small wave before walking towards your sister.

You turned your gaze back to Sebastian and you grinned. “Did you get jealous?” Sebastian scoffed before shaking his head. “I don’t get jealous.” You laughed as you felt Sebastian pull you closer. “I saw you looking at Alexander like he was going to steal me away.” You pointed out with a smug smile.

“He did steal you away.” You grinned at him.

“You’re pouting.”

“N-No I’m not!” You laughed and watched as the tips of his ears turned pink. “Aw, you’re adorable when you get shy on me!” You cooed, using the exact same words he said to you a while back.

“You—” He picked you up by the waist and you squealed as he lifted you up. “You think you’re so smart.” He muttered as he placed you back down and you looked up at him, your skin shining from sweat and short breaths leaving your lips.

He instantly leaned in, placing a short kiss on your lips and your eyes widened before trying to chase him before he pulled away. “You do taste better than your biscuits.” You buried your head in Sebastian’s chest in embarrassment and he laughed as he started to lead the dance once more.

“Because of that, I’m charging you the rest of the 60 biscuits you bought.” Sebastian feigned hurt. “But that’s too much!” You rolled your eyes and smiled up at him. “I’m sure if you don’t want to pay, Louis can help me find something for you to do to pay me back.”

Sebastian’s eyes narrowed and you giggled at the sour look on his face. “I’m sure you can help around the shop to pay them off, if you don’t want Louis to get involved.” His eyes softened before gently grabbing your hand and placing a chaste kiss to it.

“If it means I get to see you everyday, it will have been worth it.”

tags: @zoehanji @infinitebells

#moriarty the patriot #moriarty the patriot x reader #yuukoku no moriarty #yuukoku no moriarty x reader #sebastian moran x reader #sebastian moran

[mego42]

Shamelessly stealing @foxmagpie​’s monthly rec thing without the ability to get my life together to do these on a monthly basis so, seasonal recs! So excited to see if I manage to do this again with anything remotely resembling consistency but i’ve been keeping the notes for approximately 43 years (or since ~september, whatever that means) so by god i’m gonna use them. 

found my thrill - s_t_c_s / @sothischickshe​

Turner POV!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

guys turner is SO OBSESSED with Beth and Rio

both canonically and in this fic

it’s gr9

also features a weirdly soothing and relatable cord untangling moment as a metaphor

truly disturbingly relatable turner pov tbh

relentless boomer disdain, always a plus

led to the creation of this monstrosity, not sure what kind of a monster would do that

War In My Mind - mintletters16

Backread!!!!

post-213, gorgeous character study 

guaranteed to make you feEl stUfF

I really love the like, cyclical, fractured pattern of Beth’s internal monologue, it gives the whole thing a really affecting at times dreamy, at times haunted vibe

the end twist is *chef’s kiss*

mourning bells - Ejunkiet / @ejunkiet​

Backread!!!!

Later s2 era, Rio’s at a funeral, gets drunk and calls Beth

V short, kind of…..mmm, not sweet, but almost? Idk

It’s got a wistful sort of almost/i can be quiet with you vibe that i go extremely bonkers for

delinquents - foxmagpie / @foxmagpie​

Lol are any of you actually not reading this yet?

g o d ch 8 where do i start

First off how ABSOLUTELY VERY DARE for the tragic angst that is delinquents!beth boland. This poor baby, this precious bean. MUST PROTEC

SHE’S TRYING HER BEST AND I LOVE HER

zero percent deserves dean’s clammy hands, no i have not forgotten, tattooed on my brain, will never forgive

I also love love love love LOVE the ruby/stan subplot happening

(and ruby’s mom!!!!!) (seriously though you write the best moms)

oh god and baby beth starting to have confusing feelings about rio?????? *chef’s kiss*

p sure i was just like, straight screaming the entire end of the chapter

the dugout is like, pure serotonin

I can’t even talk about the closet

tHe teNsiOn

thank you i will take eleventy billion

don't give it a hand, offer it a soul - medievalraven / @medievalraven

am a desperate heaux for any fic that features rio and mick friendship

you are all incredibly shocked i know

still would not be mad if this swerved into rio x mick fake dating but beth x rio is cool too i guess

Speaking of things i am a desperate heaux for: DIANE!!!!!!!!

and DATING ANNIE???????????? Blessed

honestly this fic is worth it purely for the assertion that mick watches queer eye

Why don't we go to Venus? - watermelonriddles / @bensonstablers​

another grief study! 

apparently i was working through some stuff in september, idk, that was like 4 years ago

considering it’s the premise of the fic, i don’t think it’s a spoiler to say this fic is canon divergent and working with the premise that rio killed beth in 302

he is uh, not coping well

extremely haunted you might say

lots of marcus and rhea which is a delight!

rhea is to good for him tbh

i said what i said

truly top notch dream (nightmare?) sequences

the conversation at the end is extremely uncalled for

drop the game - Ejunkiet / @ejunkiet​

Backread!!!!

Am going to die mad Beth and Rio didn’t hook up in 211 but luckily this fic scratched the itch 

(temporarily, it’s a fairly permanent itch)

Bonus rec: missing scene series i wanna do bad things to you featuring 2x02 and 2x04

Viva Voce - zetuslapetus / @querenaxx​

Whoops we woke up married Vegas shenanigans!! 

So cute!!!!! So sexy!!!!! 

What more do you want?

am desperately obsessed with how beth can’t help stalking rio

feels right, feels organic

this makes me feel a lot of stuff about how they could be without their canon garbage between them

🎶 we could’ve had it aaaaaaaaaaall 🎶

you showed me colors (i can't see them with anyone else) - gild_fire / @gild-and-fire​

really into the use of color to illustrate beth’s emotional state, i feel like there’s a word for that but idk what it is

UNIMPORTANT

really nice job capturing beth’s inner vulnerability balanced by her outer stubbornness

am DESPERATELY into Mick playing matchmaker

more please???????

Both Sides of the Law - JoeyLee / @joeyjoeylee​

LAW SCHOOL AU! I suuuuuuper love Beth and Rio here (alt pov!! a gift!!!!) I love how initially prickly they are, I love how it’s evolving into a grudging respect, I love how INCREDIBLY AND HILARIOUSLY OBSESSED WITH EACH OTHER THEY ARE and neither one of them seems to see it

listen I know we’re all already foaming at the mouth over this one but as it’s gonna go down as one of my all time favorites it bears repeating/rereccing

cannot stress enough how masterful the use of POV is here, both voices feel completely true and distinct and I love how the alternating chapters revisit, reveal and emphasize pieces of each other

i can’t talk about this fic without hyperventilating

I LOVE IT SO MUCH YOU GUYS

the slow burn is going to ACTUALLY KILL ME

rip, no regrats

Earned It - wakeupflawless / @wakeupflawless​

spanking

that’s it that’s the pitch

H O T

living for beth’s exit in the first chapter, rio and i are both incredibly into it

second chapter also features violently possessive Rio who cannot deal with anyone messing with his girl so if that’s your thing boy howdy get on it

shake, baby, shake - openhearts

backread!!!!!

according to my bookmarks this was a reread but ???????

must’ve read it in the fugue state that followed reading for a moment we were strangers which is gr9 and I believe I have recced it before. If not, horrible oversight, reccing it now

beth and Rio POV lead up to the bathroom break, beautifully done, low-key feel bad reccing it bc the end point of both chapters makes me want to throw things but it’s super worth it for the tEnsiOn. ENJOY

What the Sea Wants, the Sea Will Have - flashindie / @pynkhues​

I’m assuming all of y’all are already reading this

If not OH MY GOD FIX YOUR LIVES

P I R A T E  A U

I’m sorry maybe you didn’t hear me piRaTE aU

meticulously researched, brain-meltingly vibrant, already painfully sexy slow-burning PIRATE AU

god where to start okay so first off, the world-building here straight up breaks my brain, sophie’s put in the work and it SHOWS

second, the atmosphere. i’m generally a pretty like, vague mental picture sort of reader but the sensory detail here grabs you by the throat and like, forcibly hauls you in whether your brain’s wired that way or no

and hey speaking of throats if you, like me, go a little funny about the knees at the idea of beth holding a knife to rio’s throat (he’s fine, calm down), there’s a v excellent beth-in-a-barrel moment for you

oh christ and the sexy tension

it’s gonna be a race to see which slow burn takes me out first, this or law school

Stunner - foxmagpie / @foxmagpie​

Another high school AU, this time with baby Rio absolutely head over heels for his older sister’s bff

stunner!Rio has an emotional earnestness about him that I feel like delinquents!Rio has already outgrown and it’s so SWEET I can’t get enough

Desperately cute!!!!!!

alL he waNts iS foR beTh tO bE hiS girL

also unreasonably angsty???????

ANN ARBOR IS NOT THAT FAR MEGAN

A Heart's A Heavy Burden - tooshyforthis / @bathroombreaks​

Howl’s Moving Castle AU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I love Howl’s!!!!!!!!!!!

perfect opp to roast Rio for being a Dramatique Heaux 

and it’s gonna be 9 chapters?????? H Y P E

author’s note boldly presumes I did not know I needed this AU when the reality is I did in fact know I needed this AU, I just wasn’t expecting anyone to deliver

so blessed

author also claims to not be team nose stud and yet it features prominently in all its magnificent glory

what is the truth dot gif

A Bit of a Stretch - septiembre / @septiembur​

SO????? CUTE?????????

would be on this list for Rio calling Beth E alone tbh

really really really really really love this Rio POV of being settled into a relationship with Beth

It manages to be sweetly domestic af while still holding the edge that makes brio brio which is a neat trick

@septiembur may be a witch

beth’s approach to getting rio to do yoga with her is hilarious and exactly right, canon-typical amounts of subtlety 

1000000/10

Post Break-Up Sex - femalegothic / @bethsuglywigs​

stg this was called Hit Shuffle

no matter

h O T

with a side of damn i’ve made some questionable choices in my life haven’t i introspection

(no regrats tho)

(esp not with this fic)

not the point of the fic by a long shot but i’m also extremely obsessed with Weed Eddie, so real

She drains my soul... she drains it not - niham87 / @niham87​

ABSOLUTELY OBSESSED WITH THIS CONCEPT

am a complete sucker for paranormal world building that satirizes bureaucracy 

Is that a trope? If so that’s my favorite

I did it. I’m picking a single favorite. You know what that is growth dot gif

ANYWAY i love the concept, i love the humor, i love beth instantly clicking with annie

I love her and mick’s sort of grudging professional courtesy

Love beth as a champion of environmental responsibility and all of the underworld being like …...okay??

cannot wait to see where this goes

Nine-Tenths - riosnecktattoo / @riosnecktattoo​

*INCOHERENT PTERODACTYL SCREECHING*

sometimes i think about rio putting beth’s hair in a ponytail and have to go lie down

science please explain why this rUinS mE

wait hold on i skipped ahead

HEY KIDS DO YOU LIKE UNBEARABLY CUTE DOMESTIC TENDERNESS

opens with rio sleepily holding beth’s hand to his heart so that’s the kind of thing you’ll be dealing with

uGH theY’RE sO CUTe

idk why precisely but rio adding hair ties to his bracelet collection is my undoing every time

Missed Call - foxmagpie / @foxmagpie​

Rio doesn’t come home from a job when he’s supposed to. Beth (and I!!!!!!!) slowly loses her mind

Truly a masterpiece of rising tension

Will literally never forgive her for calling this light angst

I was SO STRESSED OUT

The first person to point out there was an author’s note at the beginning I obvs didn’t read is getting blocked

crush - foxmagpie / @foxmagpie​

Listen even though this is centered around two OCs, they are OCs FROM a (n iconic) brio fic AND Beth, Ruby and Rio all make cameos (I mean, Rio’s pretty present since he lives in Mar’s mind rent free bc they are THE SWEETEST MOST ADORABLE BEST OF FRIENDS so idk if i’d call it a cameo but whatever)

and even if it didn’t feature any official GG characters I’d still rec is bc that’s mY SON AND this fic is TOO CUTE

I have so many feelings over mar and rio growing up and not knowing how to cope with girls becoming a Thing in their life and how it affects their friendship and mar feeling left behind but (SPOILERS) at the end of the story rio starts feeling that too and it’s so poignant knowing how that’s going to continue in delinquents

while mar may be my son, i also claim elena’s #1 stan status

before you’re like meg you’re only reccing it bc it’s a bday present ask yourselves do i really strike you as the kind of person that wouldn’t be equally obnoxious about this either way?

truly cannot fathom how hard i have fallen for these OCs i don’t normally do that

@foxmagpie is definitely a witch

The Ottoman - Niham87 / @niham87​

look i will be the first to admit that i don’t go near as bonkers over the ottoman line in 308 as y’all do

(don’t get me wrong, i love it!!! I love that he laughs and i love that she’s pleased it just doesn’t hit my lose my whole mind button like idk, the dubby or the 306 convo, idk why)

BUT i v v v much love the context this delightful Rio POV pwp gives it

am also absolutely feral for 209 missing scene fic

and anything that captures the complexity of Rio’s s3 feelings for Beth and how twisted they’ve become

so this scratches a bunch of itches, is what i’m trying to say

Bet On It - zetuslapetus / @querenaxx​

*INCOHERENT PTERODACTYL SCREECHING*

That’s what my brain does when I think about Beth and Rio meeting in ch 1

am DESPERATELY OBSESSED WITH the tension between the two of them in this fic

I love how it plays with the ways they have to rely on but don’t trust each other

plus FAKE DATING and BED SHARING (fair warning hasn’t happened yet but the set up is there)

originally supposed to be 2 chapters, already up to 4, prayer circle it goes on forever

do you like drugs (tonight) - s_t_c_s / @sothischickshe​

v important focus on hydration, other fic should take note

extremely about the use of cut to and then flashback to enhance the ‘we were on drugs’ vibe

speaking of, beth and rio absolutely would take ecstasy to prove they are fun bc they are the exact kind of idiots that would peer pressure themselves

so glad beth kept her purse, got a bit stressed there for a second, clutches in that kind of circumstance are A Risk

not that i would know

FLAWLESS USE OF VOICEMAIL TBH

really love the ongoing denial that they are remotely into each other while proceeding to demonstrate how they are in fact, extremely into each other, great vibe

rio dances

I know my brain broke too

mmmm bacon

Navigate A Broken Path - flashindie / @pynkhues​

*INCOHERENT PTERODACTYL SCREECHING*

I have a long standing tradition of getting unreasonably obsessed with side characters so i’m not like, entirely surprised by how obsessed i am with both Mick and Mary Pat but i never in a million years considered them as a ship

AND Y E T

they fit????? so perfectly?????? It’s amazing how she developes them individually enough that i look at them together and think ah yes this makes perfect sense for both characters

and they’re such an amazing foil to Beth and Rio? 

can ships have foils? do i know what a foil is? 

unimportant

GUYS you dON’T uNDERStAN d 

hell i don’t understand

how absolutely very dare you make me care about YET ANOTHER set of gg ‘verse children

do not read this fic if you have no interest in feelings you zero percent asked for

wHA t hAPPeNED iN aLASkA?????????

A Moment’s Silence - femalegothic / @bethsuglywigs​

*makes sign of the cross*

y’all are gonna make me rediscover religion

extremely appreciate the author’s note approach to backstory top notch prioritization

listen it’s basically 3k of beth deep throating rio idk what more you need me to say about it

it is…..good stuff

bless the kinkmeme or fest whatever we’re calling it

praise - civillove / @blainesebastian​

I mean you had me at “three times rio calls beth a good girl and one time he really means it”

ephemeral rio

I left that note for myself in here in the middle of the night and haven’t the foggiest what i was thinking but i stand by it none the less

okay okay i think i know what i meant, this fic (as do all of my fav civillove brio fics) has this sort of like, liminal, in the quiet moments feel to them that makes the moments and feelings somehow feel like i’m catching a glimpse of something secret and precious???

idk i just really like it okay

Heart and Soul - riosnecktattoo / @riosnecktattoo​

oh look more unbearably sweet domestic tenderness, this time to music

thank you ma’am for my life

rio remembers beth used to play piano and gets her one and revoltingly cute shenanigans result

also hilarity

and sexiness

this fic has it all, truly

shout out to mick who sees no reason to keep rio’s feelings to himself

good girls tumblr fic - prettylittlementirosa / @hypermania​​

cheating and reccing a whole series

It’s my list and i can do what i wanna

stop crying about it, it’s four fics and they’re all AMAZING absolutely impossible to pick a fav

truly flawless characterization, next level ability to capture evocative mood, cannot get enough

three’s a crowd: who knew ballroom dancing while dean watches and grinds his teeth could be so sexy 

(trick question everything about that premise sounds A++++ and boy howdy does it live up)

feel it on the way home: rio tries to break up with beth, it goes about as well as you’d expect

(thE angSty tenSioN)

i want to play the game: [from the floor] i’m still not ready to talk about it

(rio/turner, missing scene, 10000000% a taste of what went down in that hotel room)

june after dark: pitch perfect annie pov, really really love the take that Annie is the baby whisperer, can’t fully explain why but it feels incredibly right

(ANNIE X NANCY COULD WORK SO WELL YOU GUYS)

#fingers crossed these links are right i did not double check #i like to live on the edge #truly mind boggling amount of fluff on this list i surprised myself on that one #no i will not at any point get my shit together enough to write out thoughtful commentary this is a shit posting blog first last and always #fic recs #gg fic #nbc good girls #i'll come up with a tag for these if i ever do them again #check back 37 years from now #or ~~~~~~march #whatever that means

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N(oona) C(raving) T(endencies)

This is my 3k words of analysis of NCT members who I think are likely to have a noona kink based on the ask. Enjoy!

Disclaimer:

By this I am not saying that other members not mentioned here don't have any possibility to date an older female/enjoys referring to their dommes as noona, it's just like the tendency/preference isn't that clear or obvious in my opinion. Do not send in rude comments just because you disagree though I will appreciate some feedback.

Warning: Sub!Taeyong, Sub!Jungwoo, Sub!Mark, Sub!Xiaojun, Sub!Jaemin, Domme!Reader, Femdom, Noona kink, Degradation, Whipping, Spanking, Pegging, Public humiliation, Role-play, Oral sex, Sex toys, Dry humping, Dildo riding, Mentions of mental health issues/negative emotions

Taeyong

This boi is insufferably kinky and subby

In Baby Don't Like It he stated he likes it rough

In Whiplash he literally emphasized again how much of a painslut he is

And his ideal type is “Someone who can teach me, lead me, and make up for my flaws.”

To conclude this, Tyongie may be craving for a strong, mature female's guidance when he's lost and insecure, a noona domme who can heal all the anxiety, stress and inner guilt he's been through by her ruthless discipline, plus, the age hierarchy implied in the title will allow him to sink into his headspace even more.

He's such a sucker for this torment that, with one stern look from you, he will automatically strip naked and ready himself in the humiliating positions assigned by you before without any spoken command, and obediently waits for the first slap/whip while trembling in both anticipation and thrill

I can totally picture him begging his noona for more punishment, though already red, sore and sobbing

"...Ahhh noona I'm sorry... *sniffles* please punish me more for being a bad, ill-mannered boy...don't stop mmmff-"

However, that being said, if that noona domme is actually younger than him, he may be down for the added humiliation due to the role reversal

Imagine that younger domme dismissively orders him to call her "noona" in public, and commands him to use honorifics to speak to her, the exact type and wording that make him sound humbled…

He will be turned on by that while people around you shoot puzzled gazes toward you as they wonder why the hierarchy dynamics aren’t in the right place, making Taeyong feel embarrassed as well as aroused

By the way, some role-plays can be added to spice up your sex lives as well, e.g. CEO x employee, professor x student, guard x prisoner, to name a few, as long as you are in power and makes sure to beat the naughtiness and disobedience out of him

Though being intensely kinky during the session, aftercare for this precious boy has to be really fulfilling as well

So you have to be able to play an attentive caring role just like a noona (a little bit maternal figure as well, I have to admit)

Make sure the process is all intimate and brimming with praises, reassuring the broken figure that the "bad boy" is "forgiven" to thoroughly sew up his wounds

Bubble bath, scented candles with calming aroma, sensual massage with essential oils of his favorite scent and texture, or having some good quality snacks while cuddling, are all good options for aftercare because all of them can reinforce the idea that he’s “worthy” of anyone’s love and attention due to the physical contact and interactions allowed in them 

So steamy and sensual that if done correctly, Taeyong may be in the mood for another round of vanilla sex to get an extra gratifying orgasm again

Jungwoo

A clingy little pup that will follow you around and will cutely pout when not given enough attention or skinship

Loves to be babied and taken care of, so he would love the accompany of a sweet caring noona to make him feel at ease (borderline mommy kink as well)

Remember that Valentine's Day Facetime vid where he just referred to the viewer insert as "noona"? That probably implied his preference for an older female figure

Will do anything to please you since he's very love-starved and doesn't want you to feel uncared for because he knows too well how much that sucks, he will shower you with the same amount of affection he expects from you as well

Anxious and always worries about if he's still "needed", so that's why he will opt for a perspicacious noona to counsel him for his delicate soul to rely on, and shower him with the adequate amount of love then pamper him 

Melts at cute pet names such as pup, angel, prince, little fairy, snoopy or any endearing terms because they make intimacy upgrade to another level

May act a bit playful or even borderline bratty from time to time, mainly to spice things up and get some sexy punishment to release his excess nervousness

But hardcore stuff definitely isn't for him, since the soft boy can't tolerate much pain. 

Light impact play on his erogenous zones is fine, but he enjoys the feelings of vulnerability and exposure more rather than the pain itself

The type to let out loud moans even when just getting his underwear peeled down because the instant when the air hits his flesh is a huge turn-on for him, so much to the extent he is yearning to beg you to fuck him just from getting naked

Very sensitive, literally gasps, squirms and grinds every time when you caress or slap his sweet zones and will beg you to stop though you know he's enjoying it too much

Will repeat your title like a mantra as if it's the only thing that can keep him sane

Be wailing like "Hnnngh noona pretty pleeaase stop spanking me ahhh noona no I'll be a good boy pleaseee it stings noona I'm sorryyy hahhh" but the way how his hips rock against your lap will betray his words, giving you more reason to torture him

Loves being pegged and used, or getting his all possible sensitive spots stimulated and stuffed at once because he just lusts after every inch of his body being thoroughly pleasured inside-out, and drown in the depths of overstimulation and hedonistic ecstasy to feel completely loved and secured

Edging is really suitable for this delicate boy because of the enhanced experience after prolonged denial, which makes the orgasm more earth-shattering than ever

Though he will be a teary puddle and begs you to end the ordeal, the uncertainty and feebleness associated with edging will turn his mind into a soaring frenzy state even more, enabling him to release all his pent-up frustrations and negativity while finally allowed to empty his balls

Likely to get emotional and will hold on to you very tight during post-climax aftercare due to the intense sensation that just washed through his mind and body, feeling extra fragile and really needs to be thoroughly cared for

Petting his head, kissing his tears away with "I love you"s constantly coming out of your lips is a must, as he drifts to sleep like a fallen angel nestled in his safe space, which is the warm spot between your chest and your arms

Mark

An easily flustered mess when it comes to straightforward proactive girls 

Having left his family and devoted himself to the industry at such a tender age, he may want to be the more passive, dependent one in a relationship to make up for his lost adolescence

So he's probably looking for someone who he can rely on and takes the initiative in bed, while all he has to do is to close his eyes and enjoy himself

When he finds you, to whom he trusts enough to pour his doubts and perplexion about life, and is always guaranteed to receive some really thoughtful response, he sees you as someone very valuable.

But more than that, you are a woman who seems to have endless fuel of passion, the exact type with whom Mark can replenish his strength when he got engulfed by the abyss of stress

Also, you are notably witty with words that sometimes aids his lyric writing process, but that means he can never win against you in any friendly bickers as well, especially when you cite some of his lyrics to roast him that renders him speechless.

Yet somehow, he gets hooked to the feeling of being a powerless flustered bundle in front of you

Gradually it develops into dirty imagination of you manipulating him into a mindless mess

And you are exactly the burning blaze that will scorch his body with vehement desires, make him so depraved yet still internally demand more

Never did he realize that being obedient for a noona figure will feel this good until he met you, his ideal match

You will guide him how to touch himself properly like a big sis, then demonstrate it yourself followed by some edging, as he whimpers at the sense of loss every time his build-up is ruined, pleading you with those big puppy eyes

And when you get to peg him, he will love the feeling that he's completely owned by you, getting his ass spanked while fucked also serves as a good reminder of who he belongs to

Doesn't talk much during sex to indulge fully. Expect some incoherent moans and weak chants of your title from him instead

But the boy also knows how to reciprocate when he's ordered to. He knows how to work that rapper tongue too well even if his brain is not fully functioning

His tongue can do wonders to your folds and is guaranteed to perform great with your strap in his mouth, looking up at you with those pretty doe eyes all the time to see if you like how he's doing

Will probably require some time and space for himself to just chill and cool down during aftercare instead of being very clingy, all you need to do is to make sure he’s comfy, or place a glass of drink he likes beside him while he’s organizing his thoughts or doing anything that fits his mood. 

No extra words or skinship is needed at this moment because based on your understanding and observations of him, he’ll be fully recharged when you decide he is most of the time

Xiaojun

A sensitive, sentimental bub that ponders a lot about lots of things

Passionate about music, and perhaps some classic literature or philosophy

So he may want his partner to share the same interests so he can love the way she wanna talk even more

Likely to crumble for a woman who’s sophisticated, cultured and speaks in a refined manner, and is often willing to discuss some profound matters with him, to the extent sometimes Xiaojun cannot keep up easily and may feel a bit flustered, but is secretly admiring her wits deep down while she’s patiently explaining some new art concepts or ideas to him

Hence, when he finds you, who is capable of playing that role and opening up new worlds to him, he is not only delighted but also excited and intrigued, anticipating every chance to talk to you more but when he finally seizes the opportunity, he will appear to smile shyly, avoiding your gaze all the time but whenever he slightly peeks at you, his eyes will be glittering with dreamy haze of enchantment

Because to him, knowledgeable women seem to have boundless potential that makes them distinctively mysterious as well as alluring, and he’s all about succumbing to that vast endearing wilderness, with you being the compass controlling his every move (lowkey sapiosexual I guess)

The fact that you are the embodiment of versatility, artistic grace, and mellow charisma, yet all cordial to him just like a jiě jie (noona in Mandarin) next door will flutter his heart as he falls for you even more

So once you finally end up in bed, he will be very enthralled and eager to please, and will literally subserviently worship every inch of your body as if you are a Goddess while complimenting you all the time

Yet not long after he will be amazed by another fact about you, that is, you are the definition of the saying “Sweet in the streets, freak in the sheets”

Xiaojun will soon find himself restrained while bent in compromising positions, with toys he never imagined a sweet person like you will ever own torturing his body and lust-crazed soul, as you whisper nasty degrading things to him, skewing and corrupting some classic literary works during the process, which makes him intoxicated in another sinfully imaginative aspect of your mind

Since he’s a sucker for anything about you, neglect play is a perfect way to torment him. 

Chain him up and place a toy on him, which can be either a vibrator or a prostate massager, before leaving him untouched, and watch him writhe and moan helplessly in unsatisfied heat, with his distinctive brows furrowed, eyes glossy with plead and need, a beautiful image perfect to be ruined

Open to lots of kinks since you are able to make them gratifying and mind-blowing every time as he becomes closer to your ideal notion of subby boy toy with every progress

Will still remain a blushy mess when ordered to beg or admit something humiliating even after getting fucked multiple times, though he likes it so much 

Something simple and lewd like “jiě jie please come in and fuck my slutty hole” “My pathetic dick only exists to be ravished by jiě jie” works well for him as he finally climaxes

This precious pretty boy is not all passive when receiving aftercare. Instead, he will sensually plant kisses all over your body while telling you how good you made him feel and how deeply he loves you

Melts and buries his face into the crook of your neck or sheets later on when you say the same back to him and praise him for taking you so well

Few moments of silent bliss will pass between you before you guide him back to reality again 

Jaemin

Another little painslut that wishes to be tamed and roughed up

His tolerance of pain may not be as high as Taeyong, but he likes the humiliation as much as the older does

Being an idol is stressful and suppressing, so he desperately needs to find some release through some pleasurable pain for the endorphin rush

Preferably receiving it from a noona-like figure who definitely knows what she’s doing, and again the hierarchy from her title will enable him to feel floaty and more deserving of the punishment

He’s the type to be horny really often and does barely anything to hide it, qualifying him as a very communicative, responsive and expressive sub

So he acts up all flirty and bratty in front of females who he deems as potential targets, to evaluate who’s probably sadistic enough to cater to his needs judging from their reactions, and of course, your dismissive attitude and sharp chastisement on his behavior intrigue him

Then he will make a further approach to gain your attention, from unsolicited winks and aegyo to cheesy pick-up lines, even going as far as some skinship that you are smart enough to know how intentional it is, all screaming brat demeanor that gets you irritated and riled up

Once he finally successfully gets you to bare his bottom and bend him over your lap, he’s a mesmerized moaning mess while enjoying basking in your tauntingly degrading words, admitting he’s noona’s dimwitted slut even before you ask him that

But of course, a sound spanking is still not enough to quench his submissive needs, he will literally shamelessly beg for more

In a provocative way

He will blatantly seduce you, from inappropriately touching you to straight-up humping you until you lose it to punish him for being obnoxiously needy, tying him up and dishing out toys or other implements that can deliver even more intense pain

At first, he will feign reluctance by pouting or complaining how much it hurts even though it’s still far from what he is able to take, in order to infuriate you and provoke more out of what you can give him

Being insatiable as he is, after some pain inflicted on him, he will reveal his true masochistic self and directly asks you to punish him harder just like Taeyong will do, but Jaemin’s self-degradation will be much more hardcore and a bit creative

“Noona please do it harder! Ahh- I’ve been badder than that! Make your naughty indecent-minded whore cum just by paddling me because I’m that pathetic mmmff-”

When you are dicking him down, he will beg you to destroy his hole and be really graphic about it, making his intentions of wanting you to abuse him like a fucktoy utterly clear to drive you wilder, with that iconic blissful smile plastered on his pretty features

He will be obsessed with your powerful strength while ramming into him so much that he will masturbate by riding a dildo while moaning loud enough for you to take notice and break into the room

After you are pissed that he’s playing with himself without your permission, he will be all like “But I missed noona’s big mighty cock so much that I can’t wait hnnnghh noona please come punish my horny hole and make it so swollen and sore that it won’t whore up ever again pleeaaseeeee”

You will definitely be so sexually active and satisfied with him as your sub because of his neediness and salacious talk to ignite your dominant desires

Even though he enjoys getting fucked all over to earn some revival to his work-drained soul, and appears to recover really quickly after orgasms, even capable of engaging in some playful conversations with you, it’s still likely for him to feel hollow and internally worn out due to the drastic neurochemical change but he won’t make it obvious

So you will need to be really observant and keep reassuring him for his well-being because all the excessive stress he’s been struggling through that makes him this submissive is stemmed from his desperate needs for praise and recognition

That’s also one of the reasons why I think he will be into a noona domme because approval from superiors is relatively more rewarding

But with proper aftercare, he’ll stay hooked to you and continue to pleasure both himself and you with matching kinky desires

#nct #wayv #nct smut #wayv smut #taeyong #jungwoo #mark #xiaojun #jaemin #taeyong smut #jungwoo smut #mark smut #xiaojun smut #jaemin smut #nct 127 #nct dream #sub!nct #sub!wayv #sub!nct smut #sub!wayv smut #dom!reader #my writings #Noona Craving Tendencies

[supershanaynay1]

R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?

I definitely didn’t see this ask, think I’d answer it later, then get completely side tracked by life and only remember this now. Nope couldn’t be me.

To actually answer your question.... (also thank you for playing the fanfiction ask game)

The short answer is yes, there have been writers that I consider an influence. (Warning long ramble ahead)

The longer answer: fanfic writers haven’t been much of an influence because I only recently joined fandom and started reading and writing fan fiction, even if I’ve been creating the equivalent of fanfic in daydreams since forever.

Rick Riordan was a large influence. I’ve read his books since I was a little kid, and he includes such diversity in his books while also telling the stories of his minority characters in a respectful way. And I dont view his diverse cast of characters as him getting diversity points, he is just telling stories with characters that people can relate to and find themselves in that isn’t always present in the broader media. He has an entire series where the main characters have ADHD, and I realize now that I connected so much to that story because I (self diagnosed) have ADHD and I could see myself in characters like Percy and Annabeth. His books also teach about different cultures’ mythologies in a way that’s both entertaining and east to understand.

Another writer (or i guess in this case writer team) that was a great influence on me was PC Cast and Kristin Cast who co-wrote the House of Night series. This series has multiple instances of flipping tropes on their head (light, white = good; darkness, black = evil). That has personally been a fascinating thing to explore in my own writing. I don’t believe writers should be actively trying to outsmart their readers and destroy an entire storyline in favor of “haha! I outsmarted you and completely subverted your expectations!” But I think exploring ways to twist common tropes or archetypes in your writing and subverting expectations that way (while still remaining true to your story) has become a thing in my own writing because it’s a new way of thinking and creating.

Take this last one (this post is already too long even if i do have more influential writers, i ramble too much) whatever way you will: the supernatural writers. Their writing and story (and subsequent destruction of it) was a huge influence on me. Ignoring the actual show’s influence, let’s focus on what the writers did (and didn’t do). They created a storyline where all logical reasoning pointed towards a certain kind of end. Then they threw all of that out the window, whether it was network interference or a final spit in the fans’ faces idk and am not getting into right now.

If you as a writer promise something, you better deliver. Plot twists are no good if they dont make sense. Happy endings are not a cliche and characters that have been through hell (literally with supernatural) should be able to live full and happy lives. You should not only find peace and happiness in death. I could go on, but because of supernatural, particularly the finale, cemented those above things in my writer brain. I already believed/followed those rules but that finale truly drove these points home (because it followed none of them). And perhaps the biggest influence: i only started physically writing fanfic because of that finale. I never wrote it before because I didn’t want to betray characters by writing them wrong and doing them injustice (i am a perfectionist and have weird reasoning for things, moving on). However. Nothing could ever be such a betrayal to story arcs and character development and a betrayal to the characters themselves than that finale. So the finale, and by extent the spn writers, influenced me by finally driving me into the crazy world of fanfiction.

Thank you for reading all of this (if you did you are such a trooper, this is an incoherent mess), I’m so sorry that this post became so long I got slightly off topic at the end with an impromptu mini spn finale rant. And sorry again for not responding sooner!

#long post #supershanaynay1 askbox

[robinskey]

So,i really like someone but there are a lot of girls who are trying to date him and we dont talk that much but i really admire him and his personality,and i think that we'd be a great couple but I dont have the courage to talk to him and my friend said to him that they have to talk on monday (she is going to ask if he likes someone)... what should i do? And also,i am not feel confident about myself like,he dated people who are waaay prettier thank me :(

Full disclosure before I answer any more dating questions: I have had one boyfriend in my entire life, so I might not be the best person to ask for love advice. However, through my own experiences and those of my friends’, I think I’ve gathered a fair amount of knowledge on the subject? I am, by no means, an expert, but I will sure as heck try to help you.

I HAD TO ADD A CUT BC I RAMBLED SO FREAKIN MUCH IM SORRY

Okay, so. First of all, as annoying as this is probably going to sound, try not to freak out. I know, I know-easier said than done, right? But really. Stay as calm about the situation as you can. I know you probably really want this guy to like you back (and maybe he does), but it’s not the end of the world if he doesn’t-I promise. It kind of sounds like you’re in high school (or secondary school, if you’re not from the US); sorry if I’m misinterpreting that. 

This sounds kind of bad, but I didn’t realize how limited my options were in high school until after I graduated. There are so many cool people in college/university and so many more out in the workforce. It just takes time and patience to find the right person. (Also, yes, I am aware of how much of a hypocrite I am, considering I literally made a post the other day complaining about how it is week three of college, and I have yet to be asked on a date. That post, however, was mostly satire. You know…mostly.)

Second, I’m going to go all Mom on you, because I’ve adopted you. I don’t care whether you’re younger, older, or my age. I am your mother now. And as your mother, I would like you to know that you, my dear, are beautiful. I’ve never seen your face, but I just know you are (call it a mother’s intuition-or just call me a freak tbh, since both are pretty accurate).

I spent so many years of my life comparing myself to other girls, thinking that no guy would ever want to date me when there were so many better options. But you know what? Beauty is completely subjective. Sure, there are ways to test your facial symmetry or whatever and see, scientifically, how conventionally attractive you are. But “how conventionally attractive you are” won’t matter to the right person, and it sure as heck shouldn’t matter to you. For me, personally, I typically find that the more appealing a person’s personality is, the more I’ll find them attractive. (There are absolutely exceptions to this rule because, for some reason, God sometimes puts really awful people in really beautiful bodies.)

My point here is that pretty isn’t actually pretty. Clever is pretty. Understanding is pretty. Kind is pretty. And I know it’s really freaking hard to believe sometimes, but if you’re a good person (and I get the feeling that you are), you are pretty. If that boy has any sense in his brain, he’ll see you as the most beautiful girl in every room you walk into. And if he doesn’t, you take your fabulous self and walk right out of his life.

So, basically, everything I just said in this long, long response can be summed up into two points: 1) Stay calm and 2) Stay confident. I know it takes time and practice to build up both of those. Honestly, I still struggle with calmness and confidence every single day. (That’s what happens when you’re an anxious, insecure little bean.) But I’m trying! And you’re trying! And if we mess up, that’s okay!

Anon, I think there might be an answer to your question buried somewhere in this post. I didn’t know I could get more rambly or incoherent after the last ask I answered. Yet, here we are, five long paragraphs and one atrociously inspirational speech written by an incredibly exhausted young woman who is in no way qualified to deliver it. However, I set out to give you advice, and I have indeed done so. Is it good advice? Maybe. I hope so. But was it well-delivered? Heck no.

Please don’t unfollow me for this post.

Let’s have a sleepover!

#anon #anons welcome #thank u anon!! #im sorry i did this to u #but like #maybe i helped??? #maybe u will find this inspirational?? #or maybe you'll just b like #wow i really followed this dumb bench #and asked her for advice #wow #sleepover

[darling-archeron]

Terrible Decisions - Feysand Week #7

Yes, yes. I know Feysand Week ended yesterday and that I still haven’t posted days 4 and 6. This week was really busy for me and I irresponsibly had basically nothing prepared, but I will do all the fics at some point! This is a bit rushed, but I hope you enjoy it!

“I have made a terrible decision today. It might be the worst mistake of my life.” Rhys announced dramatically the moment he stepped into our flat.

I looked up from where I was sprawled out on the couch with my sketchbook. “Isn’t that what you said last week when you put half a bottle of extra-spicy seasoning on your taco?”

My roommate rolled his eyes. “I may have, but I actually mean it this time.” I sat up, swiftly closing my sketchbook before he could see my drawing. “What happened, then?”

Rhys sat down next to me, running a hand through his raven-black hair. “Do you remember Amarantha? She’s in my history class – you met her last week when we ran into her at Starbucks.”

How could I forget? Though the red-haired woman didn’t have devastating, ethereal beauty that would’ve made her almost cliché, the way she carried herself made up for it. Maybe I was too judgmental, but to me she looked like someone who would stomp over your heart and laugh about it.

Naturally, I didn’t say that out loud. “Of course – it was only last week. How bad do you think my memory is?” I poked him in the side teasingly.

He slapped my hand away playfully. “She asked me out today.” 

“Did you say yes?” I made sure to keep my tone neutral.

“Yes. Honestly, I was a bit intimidated by her.”

“Amarantha? She seemed confident when I met her, but not scary.”

“I didn’t say she was scary. I said she was intimidating. She’s a powerful person – cunning, clever, maybe a bit too vindictive to be completely healthy. She once lost it at some guy for not remembering her name. I figured it would be easier to just go on this date to appease her – hopefully she won’t ask me out again.”

I raised a brow. “Wouldn’t have just been easier to let her down gently when she asked you out then at the end of the date?”

Rhys sighed. “I was put on the spot, I can’t change what I said now, dear Feyre. I’m meeting her at seven tonight.”

I gave him a half smile. “Good luck, then. If you’re not home by eleven I’ll assume you’ve been kidnapped by yet another swooning woman desperate for your attention.” I kept my tone joking, but there was a grain of seriousness buried in it. This was what we did – looked out for each other, traded quips with each other, kept each from being alone.

I knew that was all we would ever be. It was true that I had fallen in love with Rhysand sometime in the past two and a half years, but it seemed unlikely he would ever reciprocate. Hell, I didn’t even know if he was interested in a serious relationship – none of his girlfriends seemed to last for more than a few months.

Whatever his relationships might be like, I would be forever grateful for the day I saw an advertisement for a roommate wanted and had moved in. We both helped each other on the bad days, waking each other up from nightmares and talking through them. I would be forever grateful for him pulling me out of the darkness, introducing me to his friends who cared about me when no one else did.

He interrupted my thoughts, speaking softly but steadily. “What about you – are you going out with Isaac again?”

“No – definitely not. I think I’m going to just stay single for a while.” I replied, as cheerfully I could manage. I thought something shifted in Rhysand’s eyes when I said it, but it disappeared with a blink.

I only gave him a bright smile and a “have a good time!” when he headed out the door, spending the rest of the evening watching Lord of the Rings and texting Mor.

Rhys came home a few hours later, in a surprisingly fine mood.

“How was it?” I asked him.

“Not as gut-wrenchingly horrible as I thought it would be, actually. We’re going out again on Monday.”

I almost spit out the cracker I had been chewing on. “You’re going out with her again? What about her being “a bit more vindictive than is healthy?!”

He shrugged. “She’s not so bad, once you sit down and have a conversation with her. It was a perfectly pleasant first date.”

I opened my mouth to say something, then closed it like a gaping fish. It’s none of your business who he dates, anyway.  But I couldn’t help but notice the way his tie was loosened and askew, his silky hair a mess as though someone had been pulling on it during a kiss. - Rhys went on several more dates with Amarantha, and as much time as he seemed to be spending with her, he never had much to say about her.

“How’s Amarantha?” I asked him politely one rainy afternoon.

He looked up from the crossword he was doing momentarily. “She’s fine.”

“Just fine? You’ve gone on over half a dozen dates with her and that’s how you’re feeling?”

My roommate looked up again, giving me a stiff smile. “Everything’s great with her. Do you know a four-letter Tony Award winning musical?”

“Rent?” He checked the puzzle, giving me a nod.

“Thank you, darling.”

I forced a smile, pretending not to notice how he had changed the subject. He doesn’t have to share his love life with you – you’re his roommate, not his diary. All the same, I couldn’t help but notice the dark circles under Rhysand’s eyes – as though he wasn’t sleeping. I asked him about them once, and he gave me an excuse about classes being difficult that I didn’t believe for a moment. He seemed perfectly happy until I awoke, bleary eyed, one night at one am to the slamming of our door.

I jumped out of bed, pulling on a flannel button up over my flimsy tank-top and shorts. The sound of the footsteps let me know it was Rhys, and I cracked open the door of my room – and was greeted by the sight of him hunched over on the couch, head in his hands as broken sobs came from his chest.

I crossed the room to sit next to him, his head jerking up in surprise as I sat down. “Feyre. I didn’t mean to wake you – I’m sorry.”

I shook my head. “What’s wrong?”

“I broke up with Amarantha.”

Of all the things I had been prepared to hear, this hadn’t been one of them.

“I’m….sorry, Rhysand.” I put my hand on his shoulder.

He shook his head. “No – I’m not upset because I broke up with her – I hated her, actually.  She was a spiteful woman desperate for the empty encouragement of someone.”

“Then why……why have you been dating her this long?”

Rhys shook his head. “The same reason I’ve tried to date so many others. I know there are plenty of women who would be glad to kiss me or spend the night. She was an absolute bitch, but in some ways she’s broken just as much as I am. The only difference was that she had let the darkness inside her fester and rot. All the same, I thought she might understand. But when it came down to it, she was just like the rest when she saw me waking and throwing up or having a bad day – she couldn’t ever truly care about me. Because who would want that – who would want to bother with someone like me – a mess?” His voice broke and my heart shattered for him. “I wasn’t able to care about her, either.”

He paused again, taking in a deep breath. “I’m love you, Feyre. I’ve been in love with you for a while now – you saved me. I understand if you don’t feel the same way and I don’t want to make you feel obligated to do anything, but I need you to know. I thought dating someone else might distract me from how much I care about you – but that was a terrible decision. You deserve all the stars in the sky, and someone better than me, but-”

I cut him off. My heart felt like it was going to fly out of my chest, my brain an incoherent jumble of emotions I could a few solitary tears running down my face – I probably looked like a sad raccoon since I hadn’t washed off my eyeliner before I went to bed.

“I don’t think you’re a mess, Rhysand. Gods, you’re one of the best people I know. I’ve loved you for so long - you saved me when no one else cared and I don’t want you to ever think those things about yourself.”

I scooted over to him, sitting myself awkwardly on his lap. “We’ve both got a ways to go - we’ve both made mistakes. But we’re healing.”

Rhysand didn’t say anything at first – I think we both relished in the silence after the proclamations that had just tumbled from our lips.

Then, slowly, he turned his face to mine, giving me a gentle kiss on the lips. I melted in his arms.

“I love you, Feyre.” He whispered, drawing out my name. Fay-ruh. I smiled – a real, true smile.

“I love you too, Rhysand.”

He gave me a grin in return, one that lit up his beautiful face. “Why did we wait so long to tell each other?”

“More terrible decisions made by both of us, I think.” I told him, recalling his first words as he stepped in the apartment all those weeks ago. “But now – now I’d like to give us a try.”

He pulled me closer. “I would, too.”

We sat like that until the dawn came, curled up in each other’s arms, relishing this new thing between us.

#acotar #feysandweek17 #feysand #feysand fic #acomaf #acowar #kat's writing

[goldkirk]

So I went and visited the firehouse today

Okay so you know how I was going to make cookies for the firefighters and drop them off at the fire station and I was also really nervous about it??? Okay so I drove to the fire station, right and I go up to the door, and one of the guys was already opening the door for me and he was like “hey what’s up?” and I of course at that point lost my ability to speak properly, so in a jumbled mess of words I managed to get out that I drove past the firehouse every day on my way to and from school and I thought about them all the time and “I WANTED TO, TO MAKE Y’ALL SOME COOKIES SO I DID” I said really eloquently as I shoved the foil-covered plate of cookies at him, hoping the meaning would be self-evident.

Then he was like “oh, cool, thanks!” and asked if I wanted to come inside and look around and I was like “Uh, yeah! if that’s not too much extra effort or anything” while in my head I was screaming “KATIE YOU IDIOT YOU’RE JUST BEING A BOTHER WHY DID YOU SAY THAT” and then at that point I told my brain to shut up and when I stepped through that door oh dear lordy my day was changed forever.

The first thing I hear is “OH NO, PORTABELLO DOWN, PORTABELLO DOWN, mayday on the mushroom” and there is a grown man diving halfway into the kitchen sink

As soon as the others see me I am hit by a loud wall of “HEYYYY!!!!” yelling rushing at me like a tsunami. I am momentarily disoriented.

“This is Katie, she brought us cookies!” someone says. “OH MAN,” someone else yells. “those are going to be GREAT post-dinner, after we make this pot roast!”

there is a LOUD snort-laugh in front of me, and another firefighter goes “these are going to be great PRE-LUNCH” and then he complimented me on my pink hair.

Their fire chief came in, off-duty, in a “STRAIGHT OUTTA CALIFORNIA” hoodie carrying a sack of fresh greasy fast-food burger all for himself. I learn that the man has a personal vendetta against garlic and also that one of the firefighters accidentally almost killed him with scrambled eggs once. I am not sure what is going on any more.

They are just non-stop bantering. Non-stop. One is cutting mushrooms, he says he’s always nervous he’s gonna chop a finger off, and then a minute later he goes “OW!! I’m good, I’m good, I’m fine–” and another one says “he always cuts himself. every time. he’s on ambulance rig today, better take care of his own dumb hand,” and the first guy throws a slice of mushroom at him

Suddenly one of them is carrying two glasses of vivid emerald green liquid across the room, and sets one down in front of the chief. “made with ALL fake sugar,” he says, and I’m eyeing the glasses trying to process what in the world that could be. Not soda. Not alcohol, right? No…it couldn’t be…Kool-Aid?? Is that–

“That’s great, except this is ONLY ONE PACKET OF KOOL-AID” the fire chief bellows. I feel like I might need to sit down.

They’re drinking their emerald green Kool-Aid with gusto. They’re yelling.

 “DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO FIND REAL KOOL-AID AROUND HERE??” the firefighter hollers back. 

(Sadly, I do not know. I can’t think at the moment, I’m still stuck on the fact that these grown adult firefighter men are chugging Kool-Aid all with very strong opinions on how it should be properly made, right in front of me. I can’t believe I’m seeing this with my own two eyes.)

“OH SHIT,” one of them yells after someone jokingly talked smack. “Sorry. We got company, we need to be on our best behavior”

“DAMN STRAIGHT” the fire chief shouts back. I am laughing very hard.

There is a BIG-ASS PITCHER OF KOOL-AID ON THE COUNTER. I’m talking like THREE GALLONS. I cannot believe it

I want that pitcher.

“He is the dumbest smart person I have ever met. He’s really, really smart. That’s why he’s also so completely dumb.”

There is incoherent yelling from across the counter. As one firefighter was skillfully cooking meat in a skillet for pot roast, another has just burned the frozen pizza. He tries to dump seasoning and Parmesan cheese on it to compensate.

“So you gonna be an astronaut?” the mushroom-cutting one asks. “’Cause that would be awesome.”

“Have you ever tried putting Steakburger seasoning on pizza?” I ask. “Kid,” he snorts as he looks me straight in the eyes, “we’ve put just about everything you could possibly put on pizza here.”

“Excuse me, there’s gonna be some strong language here for a moment,” the polite one says to me, before turning back to the youngest fireman.  “WHEN IS THE LAST TIME YOUR SKINNY ASS SELF MADE A MEAL FOR THIS STATION? I DON’T REMEMBER YOU TAKING YOUR SKINNY LITTLE ASS DOWN TO THE GROCERY STORE TO GET ANY FOOD”  “I helped last week!!!! I cut your peppers and vegetables AND put them all together in the bowl!!!”  “OOH, HE CUT UP THE VEGETABLES”  another one yells, “THAT DOESN’T COUNT!”

Someone takes a jab at someone else from another fire company. There’s one second of silence, and then a collective “oOOOHHHHHHHHHH”

The burnt pizza is still being ravenously consumed, along with the green Kool-Aid. Can I live here with you? I wonder.

Another younger firefighter kind of slouches in in his gym shorts and a department t-shirt, looking like he just woke up. He walks straight over to a cabinet and gets out a giant Costco jar of peanut butter, pulls out a serving spoon, takes a scoop of peanut butter ¼ the size of his entire head, and eats it. I like his style.

Yesterday, they went to get one of the vehicles fixed and pick up Jimmy Johns. They got the vehicle fixed, but when they drove it around the corner, suddenly there was smoke and then there was a bunch of oil on the ground, and then long story short, they never got the Jimmy Johns. There is a wistful look in their eyes as they tell this story. I know they still mourn and long for that lost Jimmy Johns.

#slice of life #WHAT AN EXPERIENCE #I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY THAT WAS SO FUNNY #personal #the firehouse adventure #happy #i love humans. #our future can be beautiful #story tag #katie.txt