#shit dude that's my bread and butter right there

[feroluce]

Massive 4.2 Genshin Impact archon quest spoilers concerning Furina and her identity ahoy, but I kind of like the idea that like. After everything is said and done, when Neuvilette goes to Furina to tell her everything he saw, at the end of it he holds out his cupped hands and water condenses in them into a bubble.

Neuvilette tells her this was a gift, from Focalors. She had wanted to apologize. She knows she asked Furina to do something horrible. She knows she put her through the worst levels of hell and never even got to personally thank her after it all. With her execution, Furina's curse is broken, but she was forced to play a role for 500 years. 500 years. And that's. Something that is going to take a very very long time to unravel and work through. Years, at least.

So now, Focalors wanted to make her an offer. Longevity, not as a curse this time, but a blessing. Furina will not be immortal. But she will be able to take back the 500 years she lost and then some. She'll have plenty of time to rest, and then to heal, and then to do whatever she'd like. She can wander all of Teyvat by foot if that's what she wants, she'll have the time. She can go see every stage opera ever made. She can leave Fontaine for a generation or two or three and come back when she can start anew, when none of the humans will personally remember her.

She will have time to figure out who she is and what she wants to do. She can finally unearth all the things she buried over the last five centuries.

It's her choice, though. Neuvilette supports her either way. They find a pretty little bottle to put the water bubble in together, because Furina doesn't want to drink it just yet, she wants to think about it first. She's still going to leave for a while. Neuvilette supports that, too. But she takes the bottle with her, carefully wrapped up in cloth, and that's enough for him, just to know that she has the freedom of choice in her own life for perhaps the first time ever.

#neuvifuri #genshin impact neuvillette #genshin impact furina #genshin neuvillette #genshin furina #I'm normally not one to ahy away from major character death. like. at ALL. #shit dude that's my bread and butter right there #but for some reason it's just not cathartic for me with Furina like it is with other characters #it's just!! #after suffering for **500 YEARS** the 60-80 she would have left as a human doesn't feel like enough #it doesn't feel fair #she should get to have more time than that to be happy and have fun #she saved an entire nation! she's earned it!! #rest via either death or longevity; both are extremely good and valid. this is just my personal preference #genshin impact #genshin 4.2 #genshin impact 4.2 #Neuvilette #furina #(and I would like to think that Furina does go on a journey- but she returns to Fontaine eventually) #(and it's maybe not when she first comes back. it's maybe not for a long time.) #(but there is a day when Furina goes to Neuvilette and tells him she has something to give him. something important.) #(and she hands him an empty bottle)

[velvethopewrites]

The sob story with this is that I wrote this yesterday and it got deleted before I could save it. I wanted to die cry, basically. Somehow I managed to re-create most of it, after working on it all damn day. (I basically ended up writing over 6,000+ words in one day. Yowza) I still feel as though the first version was better, but…no one knows that but me, I suppose. (And my partner, who got to read it right before the horrors happened). Regardless, I am proud of this and proud of myself for not giving up when it really would have been easy to. So huzzah to the fickle hand of fate and all that stuff.

For Suptober 2023 prompt “starlight”

I tag @fellshish and @canonblastedships and @clarkenting for being super cool reblog buddies, lol (which is just a thing I made up) This is the longest destiel fic I’ve written yet and it will be my first official AO3 destiel! (As soon as I remember how to do that, oy)

Edited: Now with Spiffy AO3 Link! Here!

The Starlight

There were three types of people that visited the Starlight Lounge — drunks, people desperate to score, and the employees that made their bread and butter trying to tame the other two.

Dean Winchester, unfortunately, was a member of that third group. Oh, sure, Dean had been known to put away a fair bunch of liquor in his day, and sure, Dean had definitely been known to do the Bedroom Rodeo whenever the opportunity presented itself. Hell, back when he’d first started at the Starlight he’d often been three types at once. Work, drink, get laid. Sometimes, not even in that order.

But that was past Dean. Current and newly mature Dean (hah) just wanted to work, go home, eat and fall into his bed. Working at the Starlight wasn’t that bad – it had fairly decent pay and it was often interesting. And like everyone else, Dean had bills to pay and he gave more than his fair share to Sammy. Not that Sam really needed it anymore; he was busy working as a law clerk downtown, putting himself through school. But still, Dean wanted to help as much as he could and besides it was his brotherly duty. Heh. Duty.

Tonight, due to the cold and rainy weather, the bar was fairly empty and business had been slow. There was only one of his regulars, a writer by the name of Chuck crying into his notebooks at the back of the bar. To be honest, Dean had never seen Chuck write a damn thing but the man sure could put scotch away like a pro.  There was also a young couple making out in one of the booths near the restrooms. He’d been keeping an eye on them most of the night, actually, making sure no one lost any clothing. The Starlight didn’t need a public indecency charge on the books. At least, not so soon since the last one, at any rate. 

Dean yawned and finished cleaning up the bar, hoping Chuck and the couple on their way to Soft-Porn Town would soon be leaving. Maybe Dean could even push them on their way a bit early, so he could get home at a decent time, for once.  As he walked over towards Chuck to perhaps lightly suggest the writer hit the road, the double doors of the bar blew open – bringing in the rain, the cold rush of the wind and a new customer in a beige trench coat with seriously fucked up hair. Great.

Dean sighed and turned back around as the new guy slumped onto the first stool at the bar. His dark brown, messed up hair looked even worse up close, and he had a scowl on his face as he glared down at the bar in front of him.

“Whiskey. Neat,” Messy-Hair said, voice low and very rumbly.

Dean pulled down a clean glass and poured some of their nicer whiskey into it. Dude looks like he could afford it, at any rate. He had a nice suit on under the coat, now that Dean could properly see it and his watch was one of those big clunky things that could probably tell the time on Jupiter or some shit like that. The man’s hand reaches for the glass before Dean has barely pushed it forward. He throws back the drink in record time and hits the bar with it so that it makes a loud thunk.

“Another one.”

Dean shrugged as the man kept glaring down at the bar as though it contained all the answers to life and everything else; Dean knew for a fact that it didn’t. It didn’t even have a ‘42’ scratched into it or anything. (RIP Douglas Adams)

This time the man just wraps his hand around the glass, his fingers clutching at it and woah, Dean thinks, dude’s got some huge fucking hands. They’re big and they’re strong looking. The fingers are nice and long and graceful and oh, oh, oh. Maybe it’s a kink, or maybe it’s a preference, but Dean loves hands. Manly looking mitts like Messy-Hair here and even smaller, more delicate hands like on most women, with pretty nail colors. But Dean’s not choosy.

He sees motion out of the corner of his eye and notices Chuck signaling that he’d like to pay up. Glancing at Messy-Hair he figures he has a few minutes before having to pour him another so he sets the bottle down and heads over to the other side.

“All right there, Chuck?”

“Yeah, yeah, thank you, Dean.”

The older man is flipping through his wallet and counting out his cash slowly. Dean wipes the bar and puts Chuck’s last glass into the bucket for later cleaning.

“Write anything tonight?” Dean always asks this question. It’s like a little game he and Chuck play because it always has the same answer.

“No,” Chuck says looking up at him. He places his finger to his temple solemnly, almost like he’s holding a gun. “But I did a lot of work up here.”

He always gives Dean this look as though Dean should know exactly what he’s talking about. But, of course, Dean never does. He likes to read but he sure as hell would never attempt to write. Personally, he thinks Chuck is sort of crazy, but hey, to each their own, right?

Chuck pushes his notebooks into his old canvas bag on the bar. It’s bulging with everything he carries with him and looks fit to burst. Dean supposes that writer’s block is heavy business.

Chucks nods goodnight as he slips his bag over his shoulders, buckling a bit under the weight. Dean watches as he wobbles away and he’s not sure if it’s from the alcohol or the bag. He’d normally be worried (hey, no bar can stay in business if all its clientele got themselves killed), but he knows Chuck lives nearby. He’ll be all right and probably in his same spot tomorrow evening. He puts Chuck’s money into the till and realizes he tipped Dean more than usual. He really did have had a good night, then.

He notices the couple trying to break the world record for smooches in a single night are getting up and putting on their jackets. Maybe Dean can get out early; he’s got the DVR set for Dr Sexy already, but he wouldn’t say no to catching it live for once.

Glancing over he sees Messy-Hair is now resting his head on the bar, but he lifts it as the doors bang shut behind Chuck, the cold burst of wind making his hair looking even more disheveled. Dean heads back over to see if he needs a refill and is suddenly struck dumb by the other man finally looking at him. Holy Mother of Blue, those are some eyes. The dude is handsome. Like old-time movie handsome. Strong jaw, with a smattering of scruff, pink soft lips and eyes that look like they can see into your soul, no, scratch that, not see, but pierce. Dean swallows roughly and picks up the whiskey bottle. 

“Hey, uh, it’s getting late. One more for the road?” Dean assumes the dude doesn’t know the Starlight is technically open until midnight. Assumes, hah. More like prays.

Blue-Eyes stares at him and frowns. “I thought this establishment closed at midnight.”

“Er, yeah. I suppose it does.”

“Then I’ll take another,” Blue-Eyes pauses and holds out his glass. “And keep them coming for the next forty-five minutes, barkeep.”

Dean blinks at the old-fashioned word and pours another round. They stare at each other until he hears a giggle and a clearing of a throat. He looks over to see the couple and wonders how long they’ve been waiting. Judging from the churlish look on the guy’s face and the barely contained laughter emanating from the girl, it’s been awhile. He settles their tab and takes their money (lousy tip, of course) as the two saunter past Blue-Eyes and escape out into the night. Well, at least Dean can see it’s stopped raining.

Making up his mind, he follows them from behind the bar and locks the door after them. He flips off the sign, too. He may be stuck here with Blue-Eyes, but he’ll be damned if he’ll let someone else come meandering in to make him get home even later.

He comes back to stand in front of his customer and makes a decision. Pulling down another glass, he pours some of the whiskey into it and sighs as the warmth of it hits his system. What do they always say about good whiskey? It should warm the cockles of the heart, or something like that. Not that Dean actually knows what a cockle is, but hey, it went down smooth.

He realizes Blue-Eyes is watching him and Dean decides to bite the bullet. He’s tired, bored and probably on his way to cranky town if Blue-Eyes keeps his word about the next forty-five minutes.

“So, what brings you out on a cold and rainy night like tonight, Mr, uh…what’s your name? I can’t keep calling you what I’ve been calling you in my head.”

The other man squints and tilts his head at Dean like a tiny, confused bird. And no, Dean doesn’t find that adorable at all. Nope.

“What have you been calling me in your head?”

Dean purses his lips. Sometimes he’s really an idiot. He gives Blue-Eyes a shaky laugh.

“I said I wasn’t gonna keeping doing that.”

They stare at each other again, neither one budging until Blue-Eyes releases a breath and blinks, shoulders slumping a bit more. By the end of the night Dean expects this guy to be melted into the floor.

“Cas.”

Dean frowns. “Your name is Mr Cas?”

“No, just Cas.” Blue-Eyes, no, scratch that, Cas then holds out his hand so Dean can shake it like they’re fellow professionals meeting at a party or something. As he grips the other man’s hand in his own he realizes Cas’s hand is warm, dry, and, yep, strong. The dude is seriously ticking all of Dean’s boxes without even trying. It’s a bit unnerving, really.

“Is that short for something?” Dean asks, wondering what type of name that is.

Cas just looks at him over the rim of his glass. “Perhaps.”

Neither of them say anything else for a long moment and Dean shakes his head. “People ever tell you you talk too much?”

“Yes. All the time,” Cas says with a smirk.

Dean laughs. “Well, whatever. It’s officially nice to meet you, Cas. I’m Dean. Humble and professional barkeep at your service.”

“Hello, Dean.”

Cas’s voice is deep but there’s a warmth to it that makes Dean happy.  They chit-chat for a bit, just like Dean would do with any newbie to the bar. He pours them both another round and then tries his question again.

“So, you seemed a bit upset earlier. What brought you through my doors, Cas?”

Cas sighs and glances away. He taps his fingers lightly on the polished wood of the bar. He stares at Dean as though assessing him and then looks as though he’s made up his mind.

“My…er, the person I’ve been dating, dumped me tonight. We went to an expensive restaurant and ordered far too pricey food for the serving size and drank outrageously fancy wine. Then they ordered an expensive bottle of cognac, drank it all and then told me I wasn’t worth it.”

Dean winces. “Ouch. How long were you together?”

“Six months.”

“Well, it’s not too long for a relationship, but it’s long enough to hurt.”

Cas nods, looking sullen again.

“What special occasion was it?”

Cas stares at him. “How could you possibly know that?”

“Fancy restaurant, the way you’re dressed, the cognac. Nobody orders that unless there’s been a birth or an anniversary or both.”

“It was my birthday,” Cas says, looking down again.

“Fuck,” Dean blurts out without thinking. “And they dumped you? Seriously bad juju, man.”

Cas nods and takes another drink of his whiskey, looking miserable. Dean tops off both of their glasses and hums.

“What was his name?”

Cas whips his head up, suddenly looking confused and more than a little worried. “I never said it was a he.”

“It was your distinct lack of pronouns, dude. Always the dead giveaway. Trust me, as a guy who plays for both sides, I know. Pronouns are key. Hey, relax, Cas, this is a safe space.” Dean points to the small pride flag he keeps above the bar and watches as Cas visibly relaxes.

The silence that falls between them is comfortable now. Welcoming, even. Cas clears his throat and rests his hand on his chin, peering at Dean.

“So…you’re bi, I assume or, pan, perhaps?”

“Got it in one. Just another bisexual loser ruining the world one lay at a time.”

Dean winks to show he’s only kidding. He’s proud to be bi, but it doesn’t mean he can’t make a joke at his own expense. Of course, if Sam or his friend Charlie were here they’d both tell him what they thought of that.

“His name was Bartholomew.”

Dean snorts. “It fits him. Douche-y name for a douche-canoe.”

Cas barks out a laugh and it completely changes his face into something truly beautiful. Dean suddenly feels the need to always make Cas laugh like that. He can’t imagine anyone not wanting to – his laugh is infectious. And the light it puts in his eyes is irresistible.

Cas looks serious again as he swirls the rest of the whiskey in his glass. “To be honest, Bart was just the last in a long line of failed…connections. I’m doubting my own self-worth at this point. Everyone ends up leaving or they get fed up with me. I’m too introverted…too socially awkward to deal with, I suppose.”

“I don’t know, you seem to be doing okay right now.”

“I’ve been drinking,” Cas says, deadpan. “And also I’m paying you.”

Dean chuckles. “Not really, I decided to stop charging you as soon as I poured my first one.”

“Your hospitality know no bounds. Truly.”

Dean laughs. Cas’s dry delivery and poker-faced expressions really are the limit. He feels that familiar warmth he always gets when he meets someone new. A someone new that excites him. But he pushes the feeling aside because he knows on some level that trying to get into Cas’s pants is so not what the other man needs right now. Dean shivers as he realizes how damn mature that sounds. Next he’ll be looking into 401ks and cemetery plots.

“Well, consider them birthday drinks. Of course, this stuff doesn’t cost a small fortune or anything, but I figured you’d already paid out enough tonight.”

Cas smirks and shakes his head at Dean. “Thank you, Dean. It’s actually very kind of you to…take pity on me.”

He says it jokingly but Dean gets the sense that he means it. He reaches forward and touches Cas’s hand.

“Hey, no pity here. You are ridiculously attractive and if I didn’t have a conscience, I’d definitely be throwing out my best lines here to help you relieve some tension, if you know what I mean. And you are not awkward to me, but even if you were, it wouldn’t be enough to stop me from asking for your number or seeing if you wanted to meet up sometime. I barely know you but you seem like a decent guy, Cas. And I think all of those people that don’t get you can just fuck right off. You need to keep trying, man. Don’t give up just because a few losers couldn’t see what they had.”

Cas blinks at Dean, blue eyes getting huge. “You think I’m ridiculously attractive?”

Dean thinks back. Did he say that? Yeah, he said that. Figures that would be the only thing to register with the dude.

“What sort of line would you use on me? I mean, if you were going to, that is.” Cas shyly glances away and then back, a curious look on his face.

“Oh, uh, probably something like, well you know what they say — the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.” Dean waggles his eyebrows and smirks, faking a leer.

“I’m not sure that would work with me,” Cas says, mirth clear in his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. You’d make me work for it, I know. But seriously, you need to regroup, clear out the douche-canoes from your life and find a new guy, man.”

Cas smiles at him in fondness, and nope, Dean is not going to do it. He will not break his rule about dating people just out of relationships. Not even for big huge blue eyes that make him feel sappy like a love song. Cas, however, clearly has other plans.

“This may be forward but, um, Dean would you allow me take you out for dinner? As a date, in case you were wondering how I meant it.”

“Oh, wow, Cas, um, I mean…”

Cas’s face takes an interesting journey in two seconds – from hopeful joy to miserable and wretched. Dean feels his heart break a little bit for him in that moment and mentally kicks his own ass for being a tool.

“Oh, I see. I…I’m sorry, Dean. Thank you for hospitality.” Cas fumbles with his wallet and places far too much money next to his glass. “I won’t keep you anymore. Go home and enjoy whatever is left of your night.”

Dean watches dumbly as Cas sits up straighter and then turns in his seat, his broad shoulders unyielding, suddenly. Dean knows he just can’t let it end like this.

“No, wait, Cas!”

Dean practically flings himself around the bar to reach Cas before he can unlock the door and leave without a backwards glance. He rests his hand on Cas’s shoulder, stopping him.

“It’s only because I have a rule about dating people that just got out of a relationship. It has nothing to do with you, I promise you. You need to focus on you, dude. Figure out what you’re looking for. If this one was just the last in a long line of guys who don’t understand you, try and see what people you’re going for. I mean, I’m no expert, and God knows I’ve had my fair share of jumping before looking moments, but I think you just need some Cas time right now, you know? If we ever start something I do not want to be rebound guy and you deserve something better than a one night stand.”

Cas stares at him, blue eyes half in shadow.  Dean holds his breath, hoping he didn’t just lose something. All he can hear is the clock ticking behind him and the pounding of his own heart in his ears.

“That was quite the speech,” Cas finally says. “You sound like you know from experience.”

“Cas, man. You have no idea.”

“I have some, like I said, a long line of rejections. Still…”  Cas’s eyes search his face and then nods to himself. “Maybe you’re right. I do tend to do things without thinking in this area of life despite being very practical usually. And you’re also right on anther point, Dean. You do not deserve to be “rebound guy”.”

Dean can’t help his grin as Cas makes the quotes motion with his fingers. They stare at each other for a bit longer before he unlocks the door. Cas steps out as the cold air filters in between them, causing them bother to shiver. Dean pauses, and then holds out his hand. “Let me have your phone.”

“My phone?”

“Yeah, you have one, right? Or have you moved on to something flashier like sky writing?”

Cas snorts and shakes his head. He fumbles in his pockets and then pulls out a slim, black smartphone. He unlocks it and hands it over. Of course, it’d be that kind of phone that can help you bake bread or turn off all the lights in the world with just a click or something. He finally finds what he’s looking for and puts his contact information in.

“There. There’s my number. Text me to let me know you get home, okay? And as for the rest, we’ll take it one day at a time, Cas. Let’s be friends, first.”

Cas smiles shyly as he looks down at his phone and nods. “Friends, first. I like that. Goodnight, Dean.”

“Goodnight, buddy. Be safe.”

Cas slips out and away, leaving a coldness in his wake as he takes his body heat with him. Dean watches him go, the black of the night almost swallowing him up. Cas pauses to pull his coat tighter, the glow of the streetlight lighting up his profile. To Dean he looks pure—angelic, almost, like a painting or a sculpture. With one last look at Dean, he eventually fades away, disappearing back into the world. Soon all Dean can see is his own breath in the air and the twinkling starlight from the surprisingly clear sky above. He locks up again and finishes his routine for the night. After he’s put the money in the safe and headed out back to his car, he feels happy inside. Like something good just occurred — like some new path has been cleared for him to travel. His drive home is quick and easy, there’s hardly any traffic mostly due to the earlier rain. It’s just as he’s pulling into his driveway that he feels his phone buzz in his pocket. It’s from an unknown number and his heart beats faster as he reads the message.

From unknown: I arrived home safely, Dean. Thank you, again. Would you like to get coffee tomorrow, or, perhaps I should say, later today? Oh, this is Cas, by the way. In case you didn’t know. :)

Dean saves the number and then returns to the message to reply, a grin creeping onto his face before he even realizes it.

Dean: Of course, dude. Coffee sounds great. Around 1pm?

Cas: Perfect. Do you know the Blue Java Café on Marion and Elm? It’s across from the park and one of my favorite places.

Dean: Sounds good. Can’t wait to talk to you sober, ya lush… (lol j/k hah) 

Cas sends him a sticking-tongue-out emoji as a response and Dean chuckles as he locks up his car. He has a nice, happy feeling in his heart as he thinks of Cas. Like maybe this is something special. Or maybe it’s just that it could be and has the potential to be. He knows he told Cas friends first, but Dean’s willing to see where it…where they, can go.

#suptober23 #destiel #prompt:starlight #dean and cas #meet-cute #my writing #biting nails here #like posting stuff is scary #wth #I am not used this anymore #castiel #dean winchester

[hotluncheddie]

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its basically September oh shit oh shit! so i gotta post my @thefreakandthehair summer fic challenge!

prompt: picking berries | cw: weed | rated: G | part 1/2(?) | tags: domesticity, fluff & steve is pining

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eddies shirt had ridden up. but, like, just a little. up so his side was exposed, bandages finally removed and skin finally healing. 

steve let his eyes slide to the joint in his hand, watched as it raised itself to his lips so he could inhale. he shifts his head more comfortably against the couch cushion. stretches his legs out so they could slide under the coffee table. his eyes slide back over to eddies side. 

‘your skin kinda looks like bread.’ steve says. ‘or like, dough but with, jam maybe? like there’s for sure berry tones there, along with the, like, the skin.’ 

‘literally what the fuck are you doing in my house right now steve?’ 

steve tracks his eyes up eddies arm, past his hands holding the book on his chest and up to his mouth. eddies lips are quirked up at the corners. eddies mouth looks good like that.. always looks good. 

shit. robin said he needed to stop looking at eddies mouth so much 

shit. eddie asked him a question. 

‘uhhh… keeping you company?’ steve tries. 

eddies mouth slides into a grin. his eyes stay glued to the page but steve swears he can see them sparkle. he feels the sparkle on his cheeks, as if eddie had touched them. sometimes just looking his way steve feels it. he himself covered in sparkle, in the starlight eddie fills his chest with, exposed onto his skin. 

‘well. ok. valid.’ eddie signs dramatically and drops the book so he can look right at steve. ‘make me a pb&j?’ fluttering his eyelashes to sweeten the request. 

little does eddie know just how sweet steve is on him already. 

‘sure’ steve stands up way too quick. taking a second to stare at the carpet real hard. come to terms with the new surrounding that came with the ground being under his feet instead of his ass. 

he shuffles over the worn carpet, purposefully not lifting his feet up to feel the friction on his toes through his socks. he shuffles back over to eddie after reaching the carpet precipice. sneaking a wiggly finger down to poke eddie’s shoulder and zap him with all the carpet static he just collected. 

‘Ow! Fucker!’ eddie laughs, wriggling around on the sofa so he’s on his belly and looking up at steve. steve giggles. 

‘you’re like a worm. worm munson.’ steve giggles again and starts walking backwards towards the kitchen. 

‘stop being weird high. you know how much i like being weird high and i’m not allowed to smoke yet.’ steve hears eddie whine as he starts getting the peanut butter and bread out of the cupboards. but steve can hear the laughter still bracketing eddie’s words. 

he smiles and keeps making their sandwiches. ‘i’m not that high anyway dude. i’m just.. comfortable.’ steve turns to open the fridge and glance back at eddie again. 

eddies been watching him over the arm of the sofa, grin still wild and silly and steve can’t look away. but maybe he is a bit more high than he said because his arm keeps opening the fridge until it smacks him in the chest. 

eddie snorts, finally wiggling back down on the sofa. letting the spell break so steve can look at what he’s actually trying to do. 

his collide with the fridge knocked a couple magnets and a photo off onto the floor. steve dips to put them back and doubles back over with giggles. 

‘god what the fuck? is this you munson?’ steve holds the photo right up to his nose. it’s of eddie as a kid, looking real weird. he’s all zonked out with red smooshed on his hands and face. (think)

‘yeah, ha! wayne had a strawberry hookup from the plant. used to be fucking obsessed with them as a kid. ate them till i felt sick most summers, especially if we got to actually go picking berries. oof. good fucking times.’ eddie says to the ceiling. 

‘strawberry’s huh?’ steve asks as he slides the photo back under the magnet. tapping the corner once before opening the fridge to get out the jam and two sodas. 

‘i’m a sweet guy harrington what can i say?’ steve hears eddie say more softly than they’ve been speaking previously. the fluffy top of his head just visible over the top of the armrest. 

steve smiles while finishing up the sandwiches. feeling sunshine warm he tucks strawberries away on the shelf in him mind labeled ‘eddie munson xoxo’. 

‘sit up sit up. civilised citizens only get to hold the paper plate of harrington pbnj’ steve says, just about getting everything safely to the couch. 

eddie snickers and curls his knees up under his chin, taking the paper plate and a huge bite. 

steve flops down next to him, squishing into the cushions to get comfy and humming at eddie’s choice of movie for them to watch. 

‘Oh fuck.’ steve moans around his bite of sandwich. high pbnj? aces. 

‘sweet and salty just like you’ eddie says under his breath and steve smiles again, taking a sip of soda and a mental note of how the tv light plays across eddie’s pale skin. 

part 2

#LexsSummerFanworksChallenge #steddie fic #steddie #steve x eddie #hotlunch #<3 #i have another scene written but not finished #but its gotta go out at least a bit before the deadline #im a man of my word after all #my fic

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

How would Riddler (which one is writers choice) react to a SO who drops those slightly infuriating jokes? (I just saw a post asking how you make an egg roll and the answer was 'push it' and I just think his reaction to those kinds of jokes would be hilarious)

"Groan-worthy" Riddler Party x Reader

Dude I'm such a sucker for Riddler's it's so difficult for me not to wanna go "my choice? all of the above" when it comes to that man. So you're getting all of them short and sweet!

TW: None

60s

Gotham

Takes him a second. Oh, you like puns? He gets that sheepish little smile and compliments how clever you are. It's much harder to come up with those than one would think! You have to have a good sense of word play, formatting of the joke and-

Oh, he's rambling. Yes. It was good! If it's a particularly bad one or he's stressed, he might give you an annoyed look. But normally he'll just smile.

The riddler who appreciates it the most! A lot of his riddles dance along the line of being riddles and those kind of jokes. Part of why he's always laughing! Puns and double entendres are his bread and butter.

The two of you will have each other hyena cackling to the point people can hear you from another room. There's definitely a jealousy amongst others that the two of you can find so much joy in each other over something so goofy.

Capullo

You would think he'd be way too cool for that and genuinely, he will attempt to act like he is. Try to fool you.

Then you tell just the right joke that's incredibly cheesy and he doesn't guess the punchline before you say it. You hear this deep ugly snort and then he's covering his mouth.

His jokes aren't necessarily groan worthy, they're just really fucking nerdy in a way that makes you roll your eyes when you get it.

Telltale games

BTAS

Audibly groans. You think that's cute, don't you? Then you notice he's smiling. He can't help it, you ARE cute. Even when you're being silly he can't help it. It's charming!

He likes to think his jokes are higher end but... they're verbose and require just a tad more thought. Still slightly infuriating.

Just looks at you. You can feel the judgement seeping into your soul.

If you REALLY enjoy them, he'll tell you dad jokes that are just awful. Terrible. But he tells them with a completely deadpan face reminiscent to "and don't call me shirley."

Batman 2022/Nashton

Arkham games

ANNOYED. Particularly if at any point he thought the joke was a real riddle or a genuine question. Yes. Ha ha. Word play. If you excuse him, he has real work to do and you're distracting him.

If he actually hurts your feelings with the attitude... he does an incredibly tired sigh, "I was going to tell you a joke about time travel.... but you didn't like it." Mini jazz hands. There. Did you like that one? What? Was that one not bad enough?

Autism. Look okay, we can say that for almost every riddler to an extent but this is the kind of shit he hyperfixates on. You've seen his cards? "I'm mad about you" "but it might spoil the chemistry" with a mad scientist on the card? UGH. He loves it.

Rhyming, puns... he gets SO excited. You know, he's never had someone to share these with, so once you do with that first joke... you see his eyes practically dilate like a cats. His time has arrived. You're about to get SO mad.

#riddler #edward nygma x reader #gotham riddler #btas riddler #capullo riddler #60s riddler #telltale riddler #arkham riddler #2022 riddler #foxwriting #riddler party

[wispscribbles]

hi i hope this isn’t annoying and i am taking all my bravery just to do this off anon, however i just stumbled across your account this morning and read all of NRFTW in one sitting and this is the first time in so long ive read a whole fanfic, LET ALONE one that made me gasp out loud and giggle to myself and ALL THAT CRAZY SHIT!! your writing is what i aspire to reach (as one writer to another)! all the callbacks and flashbacks were so perfectly placed and written. reading that was truly a fuckin MAGICAL experience dude. keep it up man :3

Aaaah thank you so much!!! No need to be nervous writing me, I love receiving asks (but also, I get it, I’m the same) - and asks about NRFTW??? My bread and butter, I am so so happy that people are continually finding and enjoying that fic. I put my sweat, tears and half a year into that thing, and while I keep finding more and more flaws if I read through it, I still think it makes up for it with… soul?? Idk, I’m just happy that it’s a good read for so many folks. To hear I can inspire you and your writing is genuinely all I could hope for. I’m still learning and working to improve - we’re out here together !! Thanks again, and good luck writing 🫡❤️❤️

I hope it’s ok that I answer these asks in a single post - they have a bit of a theme, so it feels right

That’s dedicated reading! It’s fun to see ppl reading it in a few hours - makes me think of the poor souls who waited from chapter to chapter. ANYWAY, thank you so much for reading!! I kinda hope I’m struck by inspiration to write more for that universe some day, but everything was wrapped up fairly neatly, so it’d almost be a shame. We’ll see! (I think the characters would prefer if I let them be, given my tendency to… blow stuff up) (in fics!) Thank you for sending an ask my way ❤️

@maraskywalkers hiii!! Thank youuuu !!!! I’m so happy you enjoyed it 🥰 It’s nice not being alone in enjoying something a little more soft for ghoap, despite the nature of canon. Thanks for reading !!

@sir-boggy-himself (GREAT name, Sir Boggy) Thank you for reading! In one sitting, too?? There’s something so fun in knowing some folks experienced that whole thing in one go, that’s gotta give some emotional whiplash along the way 😭 I’m happy you enjoy both the art and the fics. I hope I can keep making good stuff 🥹 Thanks again !!!

#ask #asks #long post #simonrriley #anon ask #maraskywalkers #sir-boggy-himself #NRFTW tag #ily all so much thank you for writing me #while writing nrftw my brain was like ‘wow I can’t believe I invented garbage. can’t believe the worst writer is actually me’ lmao #this is so reassuring #the comments and ppl invested in the story as it came out kept me going tbh #and the fact that ppl still find it now and enjoy it enough to want to send me an ask or comment on the fic??? absolutely wild to me #and so so so appreciated <3333

[stealingyourbones]

Have some TimKonDanny for the soul: somehow by sheer accident of never being at the right place at the right time plus Tim thinking he already told them or they were smart enough to figure out where he always vanishes to (they thought he had some out of town cases) none of the Bats or Birds figure out that Tim has two boyfriends until he walks in for breakfast with an engagement ring on his finger. The utter chaos he will cause when he says, "I've been with Kon and Danny for 8 months it is about time."

Bonus Points if none of them have ever met Danny before.

THANK YOU FOR THE FOOD i am rapidly just shoveling this entire concept into my unhinged maw and chewing

Comedy of errors shit is my bread and butter dude. They’re literally engaged and Jason asks offhandedly why he has two rings instead of one.

“Oh well that’s simple. One from Connor and one from Danny.”

Chaos breaks out

#danny phantom #dp x dc #dpxdc #dc comics #writing prompts #bones replies #dp x dc prompt #anon #I will enforce my rarepair on all you fucks try and stop me

[imlivinginyourtrashcan]

Hi hello im a dirty American heres some friendsgiving headcannons for the sp character

Cartman:

That man aint bringing shit

Only there for the food

The type of mf to steal ingrediants while youre cooking something

Dives RIGHT for the pumpkin pie

Nobody is happy

He denies it but its do obvious hes stealing shit 🤬

Does not wait for a toast

Bro just dives in

Getting seconds, thirds, fourths

When hes done theres no left overs

If he were to bring something id be pie

His moms recipe

BUT THIS LITTLE FUCK EATS IT IN THE CAR

Kyle:

Sometimes hosts the friendsgiving at his house

Brings the sparkling grape juice/apple juice

And also the Kosher things

Only has one helping, tries to get leftovers for the family or for kenny

Helps his mom cook when hes hosting

Setting the table always

Tries to toast but ends up yelling at Cartman for eating before hes done

Helps Ike pack for those little kindergarten thanksgivings?

Yknow when you dressed as a pilgrim and ate food?

Was I the only one who did that??

Stan:

He panicks and brings what he can find

"Hey dude! What you bring?"

"Uhhh... leftover mash potatos?"

Hes TRYING

Downing the sparkling juices like no tomorrow

The eggnog too

Cartman encourages it

"CHUG CHUG CHUG"

Watching the football game

RESTRAINS himself when it comes to food

Like, he wants it but knows Kyles gonna be pissed

Plays catch with everyone else

Or pingpong

Doesnt give a fuck about the Macys parade

Kenny:

Brings canned stuff he got from the food drive

Like cranberry sauce

Sneaking leftovers for his family

Plays catch with the boys

Died from a football lodged in his eye

Oh and from the

"Macys parade"

Incident

You dont want to know

Butters:

Brings the sweet potatos

Suggest christmas music/movies be played

Cartman called him gay immediately

So that got shut down

Brings the extra pies and everything since Cartman eats his

Lover of cranberry sauce and other things most people hate on thanksgiving

"Oh that was good! Could I have more please?"

"Butters what the fuck who likes CRANBERRY SAUCE???"

"I do!"

Doer of the toast

Often gets hit in the face when they play catch and cries

Can't stay for long cuz his parents are strict but hes there on video call rest of the time

Craig:

The type of mf when you ask what he brought he says

"My presence"

MF-

No!!!

You need to bring FOOD

They have to kick him out

He comes back with bread rolls or crackers, cheese and olives

So hes aloud back in

Doesnt care abt the parades or catch or anything

Just kinda there for Tweek

If someone asks him to do sonething he'll do it though

Hes limited by meals thanks to his braces

He doesnt care

Thats future craigs problem

Flips someone off if they beat him in a sport

Or flips off the tv when someone does something stupid in football

Has restraint when it comes to food

Bro will just wait

Wait

Wait

Wait

And then devour his plate in seconds

Tweek:

Brings homemade cider or pumpkin spice

Panicked the whole time

Hiding upstairs half the time

At least until food

He looks like a sopping wet cat

Doesnt really eat that much

Convinced the food is poison

Dont try to reassure him either he doesnt trust you

Has to check a million times though

"Is this poison???"

"No???"

"GAHH!! I dont believe you!!"

Leaves after feasting

He can only handle so much

Arrives super late too which is ironic

Jimmy:

Brings the food over and makes a puns

Like puts devil horns on eggs

"Jimmy what is that?"

"D-d-d-deviled Eggs"

Bro is telling thanksgiving jokes every second

Does the toast some years

Its like a stand up comedy routine tho

He lets you eat during that

Sneaking food

Mischievous little bastard

Puts on family fued when he realizes the boys are too pissed at football

Also has brace limits

But does he follow them ever? Nope

Drinks sparkling juice from a wine glass

Able to keep the party going for a WHILE he has ENERGY

Card playing KING

Winning at Crazy 8s left and RRRRIGHTTTTTT

Clyde:

Brought mac and cheese

Either that or bread

Food sneaker

Thinks hes good at sports

Hes not

He gets hit in the face so often

And cries

Tried Tweeks coffee

Started coughing and gagging immediately

Hes a picky eater im calling it now

Like will not eat if he doesnt think he'll like it

Me too Clyde i get it

Likes the Macys parade

Fucking weirdass

Arrives a bit before Tweek but is still late

The mf to get seconds

Wont eat before the event either

Saving his stomach for yum yums

Tolkien:

Also hosts

Helps his parents with food

Makes the dinner table look like a whole buffet

When hes not hosting he brings stuffing or some expensive good food

Or like

Homemade dip?

Casserole?

Idk

Seems like itd change every year

Great at sports

Helps clean up too

Toasts sometimes

Very generic toast

Doesnt seem like someone who has much to say

#south park #southpark butters #southpark #sp butters #sp tweek #sp craig #sp headcannons #tolkien black #tolkien #south park tweek #craig x tweek #tweek tweak #craig tucker #kyle brovlofski #eric cartman #stan marsh #thanksgiving

[averagetmntfan]

Secret admirer<3

((a tbadm Au fic!))

NOTE: this is not just my au. It’s a collaboration with @mikey-rottmnt

Mugman Walked to his locker, her expression blander than butter on bread. Their enthusiasm was completely drained. He glanced at her history test with pity.

‘Great, another D minus. Dads gonna murder me! And I bet mr. Goody two shoes got another perfect score.’

He sighs, struggling to open her locker when-

“Heyy, tea kettle!” A familiar, irritating voice called out from behind. ‘Oh god. Not him. ANYONE BUT HIM!!’ Mugs turned slightly to his left, and just as he thought..

it was none other then Koi peach. His mortal enemy. Frenemy? None of them were really sure, actually. As far as mugs was concerned, koi was your typical Highschool jackass who was trying to get a reaction outta him. “whatcha up to, water head?” Koi casually leaned his arm on mugs head. “Opening my locker, dumbass.” They hissed, shoving off Koi’s bulky arm.

“jeez! Anger issues, much???” Koi teased, unknowingly pushing mugs to her breaking point. Finally, the locker opened!! Now this made our blue boy less sad. He hummed to herself, giving koi a shit eating grin. As they grabbed their textbook, a scrap piece of paper launched into his face.

“seriously? Who’s puts literal garbage in a-!” They pause. Her cheeks burned as he read the note. ‘Hi mugs! (God I hope this was the right lockers —.—) or should I say cutie? Ok sorry that was kinda corny, wasn’t it? Uh, anyway I’d like to say that ur rlly cool. I’ve seen some of ur artwork in class and I gotta say, you got serious talent dude!! Do u mind teaching me some time??’ huh. Weird..there no signature on it. It’s..anonymous! As if on que, mugs attention was drawn to the other scrap paper that was shoved into his locker. They pick it up and read the paper. Aw, it was a cute little pun!! How thoughtful!! He lets out a laugh of pity from the terrible joke. Curious, koi peek his head over mugs shoulder. “What’s that at the bottom????” He points and at the bottom of the paper,

in cursive,

it was signed.

‘Your secret admirer.❤️’

Yeah, this is actually a fic that’s in my story book!! And I guess this is lore??? Idk

But there will be more abt this in the future!!!

..h-hopefully-

#<3 #jj rambles #Tbadm #tbadm au #oooo~ #Tbadm mugs #tbadm koi #Hs! Mugs #Hs! Koi

[m3gahet]

2 for Skwickles for the ship prompt meme please?

We've added "How to use weed butter" to my search list. Skwisgaar doesn't really help but it's probably for the better. I don't think he can even boil water.

2- Write about your ship helping each other to prepare a special meal + Skwickles 

“You mades a mess.” Skwisgaar grimaces at the utter disarray Pickles had created in the kitchen. 

“Cookin is messy! Means I’m doin it right.” The red head assures him but the blond doesn’t seem sold. "The hell do you know? ya don't cook!"  

“Why didn’t yous just ask Jean-Pierre to do dis?” Skwisgaar pulls out a chair from the table and gets comfortable, clearly planning on watching Pickles like he’s the food network. 

“He doesn’t know how to make edibles.” Skwisgaar gives a soft noise of understanding. 

“So what ams you making?” A crooked grin spreads across his lips and it only grows watch as faint red begins to spread across the blond’s pale cheeks. 

“I got garlic bread in the oven, shrimp on the stove, and I’m gonna try a butter sauce Robin sent me fer pasta.” He’s already proud of his creation, risky given there was still plenty of time for it all to go wrong. “Olive garden don’t go shit on me, dood.” 

“I thought you were making edibles? Isn’t dat like cookies or brownies?” The drummer brings his hand to his chest, feigning pain in a way that actually gets a look of concern. 

“Skwisgaar, baby, I thought by now you’d appreciate the versatility of weed.” He snickers watching those blue eyes roll in annoyance. “That’s beginner shit. I’m going for an elevated experience.” 

“Elevegated?” 

“Ya know like- Like that Gordan Ramsey dude!” He snaps upon making the comparison. He can’t see Skwisgaar’s expression as his timer catches his attention. He could only find one of Robin’s oven mitts when he started this endeavor. The pink aesthetic of it did not fit the manager one bit but it was part of a set and a gift apparently. They had to get her more metal shit. The scent of char his his nostrils as he oven but nothing looks too fucked. He shoves the baking tray onto the counter just as another timer goes off. “Christ!” 

He feels like a chicken with its head cut off bouncing from station to station but the chaos is worth it once he plates his creation. 

“Dat actually…don’t look dat bad?” The blond muses. 

“I’m gonna be the bigger person and take that as a compliment.” He sighs before making a second plate for the guitarist. 

“I don’t knows if you can bes a bigger person, Pickle.” He taunts as he approaches the table and joins him. Skwisgaar looks at the plate with mild concern. 

“Yer good, dood. No cilantro in this shit.” He assures him before chowing down. He smacked his hand down onto the table causing it to shake. “I’m a goddamn genius.” He praised himself before watching Skwisgaar take a bite. The blond’s eyes widen in surprise before covering his mouth. Pickles panics for a moment before he finally speaks. 

“Yous should cooks more.”

#my shit #skwickles #skwisgaar skwigelf #pickles the drummer

[puppybong]

My boss told me to butter all these loafs of bread (Ok damn you already know who is sending this bc there's only professional 1 bread butterer in your life. I assume) and i buttered the gluten free dairy free bread with just normal butter and i feel bad bc it was for people with intolerances and shit so now he has to buy new expensive gluten free bread so he can put non-butter butter on it. Or something. I'm kind of confused on how it works because i did actually think to myself "do i just put normal butter on the gluten free bread" and then i confidently thought "They dont put gluten in butter anyway" . Dr puppybong do you know if gluten and dairy are related to each other like in the molecules and shit because i relly dont know anything about it

Dude im really high right now i pictured you working in a bakery for like 90 percent of this ask. I already know where you work and it’s not a bakery.i think people who can’t have gluten and dairy should just lock in and get over it . I love you if i was your coworker i would throw trays at you

#ask

[slamminslamminmcgill]

yOur fics are my bread and butter

idk if ur requests are open but ill leave this here cz i am starveing for Badger content

Could u do anything NSFW Badger x ftm reader please 😭

i gotchuuu mwah mwah

anatomical terms: pussy, chest/boobs

i'd imagine he's at least somewhat familiar with trans guys bc he's known jesse for so long, but he's still clueless in some aspects.

you guys are chilling on the couch when you come out to him. he's cool and it seems like he gets it, so that's a weight off your shoulders. but he manages to fumble it with his next sentence.

"so like... that means you have a pussy, right?"

you snort and laugh at the absurdity of his question. meanwhile he gets all flustered and his face turns bright red because oh no, was that too much? was he not supposed to ask that? oh shit, you probably think he's a weirdo now.

but you don't. in fact, you think he's cute.

you smirk and lean over to caress his face. "wanna see for yourself?"

his jaw drops; he swallows whatever words he was going to choke out and just nods.

you get up from the couch, take your pants off, and crawl into his lap. he's staring. his dick is hard and it's poking your ass. he can't help it. from the moment you said anything about it, it's all he could imagine. you grab his wrist and bring it up to you, and once he touches it you swear you can see his brain completely bluescreen.

you stroke his cheek and make him look up at you, "does that answer your question?"

again, he nods, and now his eyes trail down to your chest. that's the next thing, isn't it? that's what's left to find out? he's sweating bullets and trying to think of the best way to phrase this.

"so, uh... did you... did you get the chop? y'know, like, " he gulps and points a shaky finger at your chest. "there?"

again, you just grab his other hand, guide it under your shirt, and let him find out for himself. depending on what you've had done, he's either palming your flat chest or squeezing one of your boobs. in any case, he's in heaven.

oh btw he's packing jsyk 😌

i see him as a service top, personally. i don't think he's the type to be really aggressive or rough with you. he's more of a gentle giant and he touches you like he's scared he's gonna break you.

lots of praise mixed with average white boy things like "dude", "bro", "holy shit, man"

ride him. do it. by FAR his favorite position. he loves watching you take what you want; loves the way you look down at him; loves grabbing your ass or your hips and fucking up into you, he just loves it 🥺🥺🥺

intox is a given. if you two are having a smoke sesh, it will probably end with you two jerking each other off.

#anon #ask #how the FUCK do i tag his goofy ah #brandon mayhew #brandon mayhew x reader #badger x reader #badger mayhew x reader #badger mayhew #breaking bad x reader #breaking bad #brba #badger mayhew hcs #brandon mayhew hcs #brandon mayhew headcanons #brandon mayhew imagine #brandon mayhew smut #badger mayhew smut #badger mayhew headcanons #badger mayhew imagine #breaking bad hcs #breaking bad smut #breaking bad imagine #breaking bad headcanons

[kapi-tanka]

If you don't do commissions what artistic work you do? I want to get an art related job too but I don't really know how and where to start :(

oh well. i'm sorry but honestly i don't think i can help much since my experience is very specific to russian-speaking communities plus i'm very lucky in terms of upbringing. my mom's an editor and my dad worked as a designer for a long time. they passively taught me a lot of stuff and kind of presented me to my first clients back in the day, plus i've always had to do small things for their own projects too. at this point i just know a bunch of other editors, authors and designers who recommend me to people they know. sometimes new people find my behance portfolio and contact me. i also read a bunch of chats/pages where people post art/design vacancies. but connections were my bread and butter the whole time. i don't even have an art degree, only word of mouth and skill and uhh i also can't say i recommend my field?? i mostly do vector stuff and, to put it lightly, it's boring. the most fun stuff i did was children's book illustration/children's and pedagogical periodics but i feel like it's an overpopulated field in russia and they rarely pay well my current job is okay, though it's very tech and business oriented. their current theme is autopiloted aircrafts lmao. very fun objects to draw, you have no idea, anon. the "best" part is that i have to understand the principles of all the stuff i draw about to depict them properly and to convey the basic concept behind them. i'm not an expert by all means but somehow i end up working on such projects (the worst time was when i had to make infographics on nanotubes and carbon, etc., it was very stressful and scientists weren't great at explaining stuff to dumbasses regular people like me lol). but in my experience this field isn't as crowded as children's illustration since not as many artists want to draw shit like. geodesic drones. i've also had my fair share of corporate vector art. was relatively easy for me (i'm good at adjusting to company artstyles and i like drawing people) but it didn't feel right (imagine drawing APPEALING and ENGAGING pictures on taxes in singapore plus you're an anti-capitalist plus everybody in art community hates how it looks and you just kinda have an existential crisis every single time you draw a smiling dude in a suit)

so yeah. i do lots of labor i don't really enjoy/want to do and i kinda got used to it by adding stuff i find appealing to my work illustrations (such as people, interesting compositions, fun details), BUT i hope you'll find something that suits you personally and something that will bring you joy. good luck!!! (my work doesn't suck 24/7 though, i just tried not to sugar-coat it)

#asks #GODDD i need to be shorter with my answers #sorry for borderline venting and thanks for the ask!! #you can ask more specific stuff if you want to i don't mind at all

[blueicequeen19]

Touron Pt. 9

I haven't been home since my dad forced me to do drugs with him and his buddies. The thought absolutely makes me sick. I feel myself falling into the black abyss and I'm helpless to stop it. I'm drunk or high almost everyday. I've spent my last dollar on more weed. I've picked so many fights, I'm surprised I still have all my teeth. The only time I feel remotely okay is when I'm balls deep in Lu.

I'm just as hooked as she is. I crave her. Summer is half way over and I dread the day she returns home. Home to a guy with all the sex knowledge I've given her. Will she think of me when he hits that spot I know she likes? I crunch the empty beer can in my hand and throw it across the living room as my stomach twists.

"Easy, killer." John B emerges from his bedroom, looking just as rough as I feel.

"What's our plans for today, Bree?" I ask, in desperate need of a distraction.

"I'm working on the Cameron's boat today. You're welcome to join." He pulls out a loaf of bread and starts making a peanut butter sandwich. The things I would do for some shrimp and grits right now.

"Where's Pope?" I ask as John B hands me a sandwich and starts to make another.

"Who knows. Probably off reading a textbook somewhere." John B chuckles, taking a big bite of his sandwich. I pull my phone out and frown in disappointment. Lu is getting better at not demanding my attention but also ignoring me. She wears every expression or thought on her face and part of me hates it. There's always so much emotion in her eyes when she looks at me. I hated the pity. She made me want to spill my darkest secrets but I just couldn't. If I could force it down and not talk about it, i could get through each day without the weight on my chest.

"JJ?" I look up and see John B waiting.

"What?" I ask, shoving my phone back in my pocket.

"Where's your head at, man?" Now John B has that same concerned look as Lu.

"Dude, I'm high as shit. I didn't hear a word you said." I brush it off and he chuckles lightly.

"Well, let's go. I don't want to get fired."

We take the HMS Pogue to the Druthers and John B gets busy like a good little worker bee. I didn't want to tell him I only came so I could see Lu again. I go below deck and stop when I hear movement inside the cabin. I push the door open and can't contain my smile when I see Lu curled up in the chair with her nose in a book, black rimmed glasses sitting on her nose. My bratty little nerd. She gasps when she sees me. I shut the door and lock it.

"What are you doing here?" She demands, snapping her book shut.

"I'm helping John B work on the Druthers. Why are you hiding in here?" I ask, standing in front of her. I can't help but think of the last time I tasted her while she was sitting in a chair. I let my eyes roam her exposed skin and blood rushes to my dick.

"I'm not hiding." Lu tilts her chin up but I know she's lying.

"Is Rafe giving you trouble again?" I ask, getting on my knees and prying her legs apart. Her loose cotton shorts ride up her thighs and I can see her black thong. I bet she looks killer in just that thong with her cute nerdy glasses.

"Now you want to talk?" Lu tries to snap her legs shut but I dive my hand up her shorts and rub my thumb between her folds. She's already wet.

"As long as it's not about me, sure." I shrug, slipping my finger past her thong and into her wetness. Lu squirms as I rub her clit then tease her entrance.

"Stop. John B will catch us." Lu pants, widening her legs and slowly rolling her hips so I'll slip inside her tight heat.

"I don't care. I hate when you're mad at me." I confess, pushing two fingers inside her. I watch as her eyes roll back and her head drops against the back of the chair.

"JJ, I can't be mad at you when you do that." Lu moans as I pump my fingers harder.

"That's the point." I yank her shorts and thong to the side and latch onto her clit, sucking it hard into my mouth. Lu cries out, arching her back off the chair as her hands fist my hair. God, she tastes so fucking good. I could cum just from her taste and the sounds she makes. I love that she tries so hard to be quiet, so her noises sound like needy little pants.

I work her until I feel her clench and her mouth falls open in a silent O then I pull away. A pathetic little whine escapes her lips as she pants. She watches my every move as I get to my feet and let my shorts hit the floor with my boxers, followed by my cutoff. I slowly roll a condom on and she licks her lips.

"Take your shirt off. I want to see your tits bounce while you fuck me." My voice is low, I'm so desperate to feel her wrapped around me. She does as instructed, quickly throwing her bra too. I pull her to her feet and sit down in her place. Lu licks her lips, her pupils blown as she's no longer able to think about anything but what I'm about to give her.

"Strip." I instruct and she does. She goes to take her glasses off but stops with a shake of my head.

"I've never been on top before." Lu murmurs. I chuckle as she comes to stand between my legs, eyeing my dick.

"Are you ready for your next lesson?" I ask, tapping my thigh and she straddles me. I love these games we play. Her hand shakes as she lines me up with her entrance and slowly — so fucking slow — sinks down on me. Her nails dig into my shoulders as her head drops back in pure bliss.

"You're so deep." Lu whimpers. My own eyes are about to roll back. I grip her hips and move her around, circles and grinds. Back and forth, then circles.

"Just like that. When it becomes too much, bounce." She takes a moment before she starts to move and man does it take my breath away. I never cared for this position but watching her face as she takes her pleasure is doing things to me. I could die right now and I'd be happy.

"Come on, don't want John B to catch us." I playfully smack her ass and she yelps, her knees planted into the chair as she starts to bounce and I thrust up into her.

"Oh, JJ." I capture her lips, shoving my tongue in her mouth as she bounces harder and harder. My balls slapping her ass. We're both so close. I hear the faint sound of a door click and I look over her shoulder to see John B walk in and we both suddenly stop. His eyes widen as his cheeks turn ten shades of red and I grit my teeth, waving for him to leave.

"JJ, don't slow down. Keep going." Lu cries as the door shuts behind John B. I was going to have some explaining to do. I quickly stand, holding her to me as I walk us to the bed with her mouth latched onto my throat. I slam her down on the bed and fuck her like my life depends on it. I clamp my hand down on her mouth as she screams her release, milking my cum from me and my body shakes against hers.

I groan loudly into her neck, sweat dripping down my back as I go until we're both spent. Her arms and legs fall to the bed, her skin glossy with sweat, and her lips swollen. Both of them.

I quickly pull out and discard the condom, mentally kicking myself for letting John B see her ass. I'm redressed in a flash and Lu hasn't even moved. As much as I love her looking like a nerdy school girl who just got fucked to oblivion, I didn't want to risk anyone else walking in.

I brace myself over top of her and peck her lips. She looks ready to pass out.

"Are you still mad at me?" I run my tongue over her bottom lip and she smiles lazily.

"I think I'll always be mad if it means I get that every time." Lu teases. I kiss her again and she cups my face as she kisses me back.

"Don't." I pull away because I know she's going to ruin it.

"I just—." I hear her voice break and I have to turn away.

"Stop being emotional."

"Emotional? You don't feel anything for me, J? This doesn't do things to you every time it's over?" I hear her get up and start to pull her clothes on. I can't do this. I don't want to let it in. It'll only cause pain. Why couldn't she see that?

"What will you do when this ends, huh?" Her hand wraps around my wrist but I pull away. I needed to go. If Ward or Rafe found us in here then surely John B would get fired.

"Stop it." I snap. I reach for the door but she suddenly jumps between in front of me blocking my path, fire in her eyes.

"You don't like the way I look at you but you look at me that way, too. This isn't just sex anymore. This isn't a game. You need me as much as I need you. I love—." I clamp my hand over her mouth to silence her. So many emotions are running through me like crazy and I can't think. I can't breathe.

"I don't need you. I don't need anyone. If you caught feelings then it's your own fault. Stop demanding more from me. Sex is all I have to give. I don't have a heart. I don't have any love. This is it. If you can't deal with that then this is done." I pull her away from the door and I let it slam behind me. My throat was so tight I couldn't swallow that lump that had formed. I just broke her fucking heart and mine.

I run up the stairs and find John B loading tanks on the Pogue to be filled.

"Is that the last of it?" I ask, clearing my throat. I can't hardly catch my breath. John B glances at me before nodding his head. He's probably mad that I was no help.

"Look, I'm sorry, man." I start and John B laughs. He's more than pissed. I'd never give him shit for ditching me to get laid.

"You know Pope has a crush on her right?" John B snaps and I freeze. What?

"No?" I shake my head. I would know if my best friend was crushing on someone.

"Where have you been? He's been talking about her nonstop for weeks. Are you fucking her to rub it in his face?" I feel like there's a weight on my chest.

"No—I—."

"Then why have you been keeping it a secret? Because you knew he liked her?"

"No! It's not like that! I didn't know—!" I shout and John B scoffs at me.

"Whatever, man. You better tell him or I will." I jump down into the Pogue and sit down as he fires up the engine to take us back to the Chateau. What the fuck have I done?

#jj maybank smut #smutwarning #outer banks smut #jjmaybank x reader #jj maybank fic #jj maybank fluff

[medea10]

Medea Plays Pokemon Scarlet & Violet: Part II

This game has a lot of options on where you should go and what you should do. I’ve been bouncing around thanks to the open world concept.

As I mentioned in my prior post with that ewwie-looking fella in the school uniform, anybody can be at school at any age. Pokemon Scarlet/Violet is no exception here. Even this 60 year old can be a student. Let’s do some investigations on the titans.

Surprisingly, only one of the titan pokemon has been destructive and yes it’s Bombirdier.

Even the Pokedex advises you not to take photos of the falling boulders. Not gonna stop me from doing something reckless.

At first, you fight them. But then in mid-battle, they stop, look for a glowing plant, eat it, and become an even bigger bastard. That’s when Arven steps in and fights alongside you against these formidable foes.

Oh fuck.

That’s a cursed face right there. That’s a face that says, “I ate your puppy. He tasted like love”.

Arven has a legitimate reason for making you go up against these overgrown pokemon. And in a heartbeat, he became my favorite character.

He’s doing it for his ailing pokemon. Apparently, those herb mysticas the giants eat have something in them that help with certain ailments. He’s helping this little fella see and walk again.

Arven, I’m sorry I judged you harshly before. You’re an all-star. Time to make some sandwiches.

Koraidon will eat the sandwich and learn a hidden move like dash, jump higher, climb, swim, and glide. That solves the HM dilemma. Let’s pop in on campus to see what’s up.

If Gible is going to teach us how to blow up a Piplup with Draco Meteor, I’m going to enjoy this class.

Dawn’s Piplup being blasted with Draco Meteor will never not be funny.

You can take classes from a wide variety of teachers and subjects.

Hey look, Professor Laventon made his way onto this game. That’s nice.

The teachers will always go to you for the correct answer because you apparently stick out like a sore thumb and you can’t sit behind a fat guy and remain unnoticed. I seriously hate being called on.

Hey look, Mr. Salvatore made a nod to Professor Bellis from Pokemon Masters Ex. That’s nice.

When you’re not taking classes, you can sometimes talk to your instructors and get close to them in the process.

Like helping Miss Dendra out with her cooking. Dude, the home-ec bruh told you to put some butter on them bread slices. But no, you had to be little Miss Al Roker and say...

This is actually a fun school. I see no downside to thi...

And I’m overcome with PTSD suddenly.

Yeah, there’s midterms and final exams. Even hearing those words, years after getting my degree still makes me break out in a cold sweat. Thanks Pokemon.

It sure feels good to fill in all of those empty spaces with your blood on the answer sheet, doesn’t it? Get the fuck outta here with that cute class banter, Mr. Jacq-strap.

“the oranges of Paldea”

Who wrote this test, Donald Trump?

AHH, couldn’t get through a shit-post trilogy without making fun of Donald Trump. I ain’t even sorry.

I swear, if I went to a Pokemon University, I would have graduated Magna Cum Laude instead of...actually, I graduated with a 3.48. I’m satisfied with that accomplishment. Okay, let’s head on to the Team Star situation.

Director Clavell (or “Clive”) and the unseen hacker want you to infiltrate all of the Team Star hideouts and challenge each of their leaders. But before you do that, you have to defeat 30 pokemon in under 10 minutes. Then comes the leader.

*clears throat*

I have a theory. Hear me out. This is Grimsley’s son. I am convinced of this. And let me go further. Grimsley had a son with some woman from Naples. Soon after, Grimsley ditched the family. Unnamed mother and Giacomo move to Alola where Unnamed mother starts dating Guzma. Guzma has Giacomo hang out with his Team Skull members while he smashes Unnamed mother. Team Skull get Giacomo interested in deejaying. They break up a few years later. Unnamed mother and Giacomo move to Paldea. Here we are.

I stand by this theory.

After you defeat the 30 pokemon in under 10 minutes and defeat the leaders and their pokemon AND their giant pokemon automobile, we get flashbacks to 18 months ago when Team Star got started.

Like Atticus was the one who gave everyone their own personal design. He even made Mela’s boots. I guess Atticus is the reason why Mela walks around like a Monty Python character.

While I’m on Atticus. He’s like if Kakkashi-sensei had a femme son that spoke like David Cross playing a warlock. I ain’t even sorry.

After defeating a Team Star area, the hacker gives you some LP money. And then Penny comes and gives you items for crafting TM’s. Okay, let’s do gym battles.

Just like with finding the Sunflora in Brassius’s gym, you have to do some crazy gym test. Like in Katy’s gym where you have to push a giant olive through an obstacle course.

Or indulge Iono during her live stream by finding Director Clavell in a crowd of people. A shotty attempt at a Where’s Waldo if I ever saw one.

Or bid on some food. At least the gym leader here gives you money and let’s you keep what’s left.

Despite what I said in the prior post, there will be some gym tests where you get asked to battle by someone. Like one of Iono’s fans or a gym assistant who thinks you’re getting to close to Kofu.

Now you can trounce these gym leaders.

Iono, I don’t like that you keep saying “friendo”. I’m getting major Javier Bardem callbacks whenever I see it.

And don’t forget Nemona wants to battle.

She really loves battling. And she will follow you to the ends of the earth just to battle you again and again and again. You could be dead. And she would dig up your corpse, hire a necromancer to bring you back to life, and beg you to battle her.

I think that’s all I’ll do for this shit-post. Time for a sandwich break.

To be continued.

#pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet #nemona #arven #iono #bombirdier #gible #director clavell #team star #atticus #giacomo

[miniimapp]

4*TOWN As Foods

Gen ;; Crack - Headcanons

Warnings ;; this shit is bizarre

Proofread + Edited ;; no bc let's just add to the shitshow

Auth. Note ;; WELCOME TO DAY 11 OF THE 4*TOWN CHRISTMAS COUNTDOWN !!

Listen,, I know some of these last couple days have been.. chaotic at best but I promise I'm just saving the good stuff for later on and really I'm just struggling bc the good stuff always takes way longer to write than I first anticipate lmao

Anyways,, enjoy !! <3

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Aaron T - Party Rings

You know those really fun biscuits that everyone always has at every party

Like,, the ideal party finger food fr

ESPECIALLY WHEN THE HOLE IN THE MIDDLE IS COVERED BY THE ICING

Oml I always feel like I've won the lottery when that happens lmao

Literally never seen someone turn down a party ring before tbh

The biscuit of choice for any kid with sense

Literally so fun and they make me so nostlagic

But yeah,, sweet, fun food for a sweet, fun guy :DD

Jesse - Prawn Cocktail

Hear me out 4*townies,, hear me tf out

It's hard to explain but I swear he just has the same vibes as prawn cocktail,, okay ??

Idk like,, kinda zingy with the sauce (I sound fucking stupid rn it shhh) but like,, and can feel a little fancy at time right ??

BUT I ain't never seen prawn cocktail without bread and butter with it

Bread and butter is a classic staple,, simple yet delicious and never bad

That's kinda how Jesse is to me,, he's got his different sides,, to the public he's flashy and flirty, puke the cocktail

But to those he knows he's a basic bitch

Jk jk, he's familiar and simple

Aaron Z - Ham and Cheese Toastie

Listen,,

Warm. Comforting. And literally my favourite food

LITERALLY WHAT IS NOT TO LIKE ABOUT A HAM AND CHEESE TOASTIE

I'm craving one so bad rn writing this ffs hhhhhhh

And he's not one out of a toastie maker !!

No, a hand-made, lovingly crafted ham and cheese toastie that always makes you feel better

I would literally die for a toastie

And I would die for Z so yknow

DID I MENTION WARM AND COMFORTING ??

This is the only choice, agree or prepare to die

Robaire - A Cheese Board

Cheese boards give the impression of sophistication to me and so does Robaire

But equally there are lots of different sides to Robaire as there are different cheese on a cheese board

Dude,, they just feel expensive to look at but also really simple and comforting yknow ??

Like,, I could pay hundreds for one at a fancy restaurant but also make one at home for really cheap

Some of these don't have much of a reason and more of just a gut feeling and this is what this one is tbh

Plus,, I could say some basic shit like a croissant or escargot but then I wouldn't be speaking the truth

Ro simply isn't either of those,, he's a cheese board

Though, tbf ik if they are but cheese boards do feel French so there's also that

Tae Young - Frubes

Idk if this is a purely a thing in my country but these things are a fucking nightmare to open

It's basically russian roulette tbh

There is such anxiety,, they could go everywhere, just not open without a fucking chainsaw or be completely fine,, depends on the day

They feel like they're playing a prank on you tbh

Like they have a life of their own

It's giving Tae vibes,, I have to honest

They are really good tho,, especially after the near heart attack trying to open them and they open just fine

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Hope you enjoyed !! <3

#4town christmas countdown #4town #4town headcanons #4*town #4town jesse #4town aaron t #4town robaire #4town aaron z #4town tae young

[volixia669]

So bearing in mine crack ships and rare ships seem to be my bread and butter, especially if a fic can make a reasonable argument for them...

I both love and hate how as a quartet, Kurapika, Leorio, Hisoka, and Illumi somehow work? At the VERY least as some weird ass friendship that Killua & Gon just stare at going “???????” And like, when it comes to Hisoka, we know Kurapika has gotten into contact with him and I feel like still gets random texts. Even when Kurapika changes his number. Kurapika never responds, but while some of the texts are disturbing, others do get a snort out of him. (And sometimes it’s the disturbing texts that do that but he’s totally doing fine.)

Leorio has sadly been put on a bus for awhile, but we know that fucking serial murdering clown Hisoka decided that “Nah, this one I’m gonna keep alive” in the Hunter Exam. One could argue plot armor, but mysterious reasons that Hisoka refuses to give up no matter how many times Leorio presses him are even better. Also I feel like they’d relate to each other on the most random shit and every time Leorio has to do a double take.

HisoIllu is such a fave ship, I don’t really need to go into those two, nor do I really need to go into LeoPika.

Illumi is where things get interesting. Mainly because personally I think in order for him to get closer to Leorio and Kurapika, he needs a few reality checks. Now, I don’t believe he just mindlessly follows what his parents say. His actions are mostly in line with his parent’s views, though his desire for more power as well as his desire to protect Killua means he will sometimes take a few extra steps more in line with his own goals.

Basically an outside character, most likely keeping an eye out for Killua, needs to call Illumi out on, “You’re causing more harm than good.” and “Is this really the life you want?” and “No seriously, what you’re doing is just plain stupid you’re making Killua hate you, even if he does do what your parents want and become head of household he’d have every right to kill you for how you’ve hurt him don’t be fucking stupid.”

Anyways. Outside character. Leorio can work for this, or even Hisoka (though his concept of normal is...warped). But given how the Zoldycks seem to use similar uh, upbringing tactics as Evangelicals, I’d argue that an older character would be more effective in getting Illumi to wise up. (It’s the whole obedience thing) I don’t think the Zoldycks have the whole “men are superior to women” thing, so can be an older female character.

So, have someone like Bisky, Morel, even an OC start Illumi on some character development, and now we’re cooking.

For starters, Hisoka gets to be slightly less done with this dipshit.

Then, Illumi tries reaching out to Killua in ways that are awkward as fuck as far as everyone else is concerned.

Which means Leorio gets to stare at Illumi wondering why this is his fucking life and getting Illumi to try in...slightly more normal ways. Which can lead to some chats, especially as some here on tumblr have helped established that when not on the job, and talking to someone he trusts? Illumi can go on.

Kurapika is initially wary, but I think between being incredibly obvservant, and a very dark sense of humor that would have developed while neck deep in mafia bs (he’s totally doing fine btw) there’d be some uh. Gore-y convos? Also nen discussions. Leorio eventually drags Kurapika away so the dude can have a breakdown, but even if he gets therapy, I feel like Illumi and Kurapika would also connect on arguably random things.

Also I’d note, that not only are these characters more mature/older, but they are all intensely loyal in ways both obvious and subtle. Which as HxH loves to point out narratively, can be both a character trait and a character flaw.

#hxh #long post #illumi #hisoka #kurapika #leorio #cw: abuse mention #kurpika is fiiiiiiiiine guys #leorio being the straight man to the others when also hiding his own trauma that literally led to him becoming a hunter is also great #like we all act like leorio is normal but no he's just juxtaposed to characters like kurapika or gon #also technically normal in the hxh world is completely different from our world but that's another post #i love all these characters btw #and i genuinely think an illumi redemption arc if done right could be interesting #he has to work his ass off and his siblings have every right to not forgive him for his role in their upbringing #but also illumi becoming more cognizant that he done fucked up and putting in effort would be so good #though he definitely needs to be reminded that forgiveness is not a guarantee #i know it's kinda weird to only ship characters after specific character development #but leorio and kurapika are loyal to killua and until illumi stops hurting killua it doesn't make sense for them to get closer #exceptions can occur! #one fic has leorio after a year of med school try to look at illumi differently after recognizing that both killua and illumi were raised #by the same people #which leads to some poking while illumi is undergoing a bunch of thinking #ANYWAYS THESE TAGS ARE ANOTHER POSTS WORTH I'M GONNA STOP NOW