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jjuniehao · 1 year

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[02:39 pm]: bang chan

“come on, you need some fresh air!” you whine, squeezing chan’s cheeks when he still won’t budge, “maybe touching some grass, too. all you do is sit in this stuffy room, you probably have brain cells dying by the minute!”

chan breaks through his straight-faced demeanour and snorts at you, hands finding your waist and pulling you onto his lap, chin resting on your shoulder.

“baby, i’d love to, really. i wanna go on a real date with you so bad, but right now i just can’t spare the time, i’m sorry,” he mumbles, imagining the scowl you’re most likely wearing on your face right now, pressing a kiss behind your ear in hopes of soothing you a little.

his hopes be damned. though.

you groan, taking your boyfriend by surprise when you rise up from his lap, placing your hands on his shoulders and bending your knees to be on eye level with him.

“listen, mister. i get it, okay? i get it so hard— really, i understand, work is demanding and it’s hard to stay on top,” the serious look on your face makes him break out in a goofy smile, nodding along in hopes of maybe, perhaps receiving some praise for being such a diligent, hard worker from his favourite person…?

“but,” your tone drastically changes, furrowed eyebrows and lips pulled into a pout he’d really love to kiss instead of having you rip into him and his “capitalistic victim mindset” that “keeps him working until he eventually disintegrates with no trace left since he lived to work instead of working to live.”

pretty dramatic, but he gets your point. kinda.

“i’ve tried it all. i tried to be all caring and gentle to get you to take a break for just one night, i even brought cupcakes!”

“they were so good, ba—“

“i tried to be strict, i tried to be all smart and brought up all the health issues overworking and stress can cause,” chan looks at you sheepishly, feeling a little guilty for getting you so worried and desperate, though it also makes his heart flutter in a weird, twisted way.

“so i’m just going to be honest, and maybe a little selfish, and you’ll be the good boyfriend i know you are and agree with me, okay?” chan blinks at you, and before he can even come up with a counter, you have his cheeks cupped in your hands, determined eyes boring into his.

“i miss you. i miss spending time with you. i want my boyfriend. you always say i’m allowed to be a little selfish, so i’m cashing that in right now. i want to be selfish and i want you to go and have this cute little picnic i prepared. i even made mini sandwiches. do you know how annoying it is to cut lettuce into little squares?” chan stays quiet for a while. every second of silence makes the confidence you had built up shatter a little more, your eyes starting to nervously dart all over his face.

suddenly, you’re pulled back into his lap, face in his hands, cheeks squished, frantic kisses planted all over your face.

“wah, you’re so cute. what am i gonna do with you? how am i gonna work from now on when all i’ll be able to think about is your little speech?” he whines, pressing a kiss to your lips every few words, making you burst out in giggles he loves so much. “is that a yes?” the hopefulness in your voice makes chan melt, stealing another quick kiss from you.

“yeah but also no? i have maybe,” he reaches towards his phone laying on the desk, checking the time, “around 20 minutes. think we can make it outside, eat, and be back in that time?” chan is almost sure you’ll refuse, upset that he can’t spare you a little more time. instead, you practically shoot up from his lap, “well, then what are you waiting for?”

and with that you’re flying out the door and down the hall, chan scrambling to catch up with you, stupid lovestruck smile on his face.

part of the bucketlist boyfriends series

*i can’t link it since it messes w the tags </3

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winterrrnight · 9 months

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prompt 21 and 23 with rafe pls🙏🏻

thank you for the request anon!! Can't believe it took me this long to write this, but here we finally have it! I hope you like this and it is up to your expectations <3

cupcakes

PAIRING: soft!rafe cameron x gn!reader

SUMMARY: rafe has a little fun with you as you are baking cupcakes

WARNINGS: fluffy fluff fluff!! + I do beta read my fics but sometimes I miss little errors so if you see any grammatical/spelling error(s) please ignore them :)

EDITH SPEAKS: so I've been getting so late with the celly requests!! The celly ended days ago and I have quite a few requests in my inbox at the moment. I hit a little rough patch and didn't have much time to work on my fics, but I'm doing okay and I'm here to continue writing!! I hope you all like this <3

PROMPTS REQUESTED: "put me down!" "I'm not putting you down." "Put. Me. Down." "You're enjoying it, I know you are." & "Am I your lockscreen?" "You weren't supposed to see that."

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Wheezie's birthday is coming up and you wanted to make cupcakes for her, just as a little gift. You had initially decided to make those on your own, but when you shared the idea with Rafe, he insisted he helps you.

Knowing the last thing he would do is help, it took a lot of convincing from his side to get you to say yes. You finally gave in and said yes, but you definitely weren't happy about it.

And now here you are, glaring at him as he stifles his laughter, because he successfully applied the cupcake batter to your nose and cheeks, putting a cherry on the top of your nose, making you look like a clown.

You aren't very sure how it happened; one second you're searching through your spice drawer to find the cinnamon powder and just as you turn around the next second, you're basically being attacked with food.

"RAFE!" You yell, the coldness of the batter on your cheeks causing a very small shiver to go down your spine.

He can't keep his laughter in, so he bursts out laughing, but you don't know why he's finding it all so amusing, especially your angry expression should be making him scared.

It takes a few moments for Rafe's laughter to calm down, but when it does, he gently removes all the batter from your face and also gives you the cherry to eat.

Another few minutes later you have your cupcake batter filled in your moulds and are ready to go in the oven.

"Could you set a timer for 20 minutes?" You say to Rafe, handing him your phone as you're busy keeping the cupcakes in the oven. He takes the phone from you and just as he turns it on, the lockscreen grabs his attention instantaneously.

It's a picture of him smiling as he's looking up at the sky. He has no idea you took this picture of him, but he does have to say, he looks so good in it.

"Am I your lockscreen?" He says, and you look up at him, suddenly remembering about it. You feel your cheeks heat up as you walk a little closer to him.

You both haven't been dating for long, it's barely been a complete two months, so even when you do the little things for each other, it tends to send little firecrackers in your stomach each time.

"You weren't supposed to see that," you say, your face still red as you try to grab your phone from Rafe's hands. But you fail miserably, as he starts to run away from you with your phone still in his hand, his giggling not stopping.

"Rafe!" You call out as you run behind him, trying to catch ahold of him but he's had a headstart and he's a good distance ahead of you. You've completely lost track of him and you're calling out his name, trying to figure out where he is, but you don't get any response back.

After a bit more of searching, you spot him on the balcony, his back towards you. You walk up to him and whisper, "boo!" in his ear. He turns around with the biggest grin on his face, and he gives you your phone back.

"I think that's pretty cute," he says, as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You smile into his chest, thinking about all the times you've stared at his picture on your lockscreen without realising how much time has passed.

Suddenly, he picks you up off your feet and you let out a scream at his actions, you being hoisted up on his shoulder now.

"Put me down!" You say, as he takes you both out of the balcony and back into the house.

"I'm not putting you down," he states.

"Put. Me. Down." You say, more sternly this time, but he doesn't listen to you.

"You're enjoying it, I know you are." He chuckles. Well, technically, he isn't wrong, but you would never admit that to his face because that would just only boost his ego a lot more.

When he reaches the living room, he finally puts you down on the couch, and gently gets on top of you, careful enough to not exert his complete body weight on you.

"Hey," he whispers, moving his face closer to yours, and nudging your nose with his.

"Hi," you giggle, feeling his hair brush your cheeks which creates a tickling sensation. He smiles, and presses his lips softly against yours. His lips move slowly, trying their best to show you how much you means to him. You sigh with satisfaction as you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer.

You gently pull his entire body weight on you, allowing him to rest properly. His head rests on your chest and your fingers massage his scalp gently, causing his mind to gradually feel more sleepy.

You gently smile at the sight in front of you, and you move your fingers to brush out the hair falling in his eyes. He gently shifts at the movement, moving his face a little closer to yours.

"I'm not too heavy right?" He mumbles sleepily, his eyes still closed.

"Oh no baby, you could never be heavy," you whisper, resuming running your fingers through his hair. Very soon, your boy has drifted off in your arms.

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just-somedude · 1 year

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A Lazy Day With Daddy

WYou and Daddy are in the comfiest clothes to ever exist, both of you have weekend off and are just relaxing all day together. Daddy, in some plaid pajama pants with a long sleeve rolled up to my elbows, and you in one of Daddy's oversized hoodies, barely covering your perfect ass and having nothing else underneath, with some fuzzy socks. Your favourite movie plays on the TV while we bake some cupcakes in the kitchen and we playfully discuss how we'll decorate them while waiting for them to finish in the oven.

I want to put icing of the same colour as your beautiful eyes, but you want to make them pretty and pink, with some stars on the edges. After what feels like forever of constant disagreement, you finally give Daddy the cutest little doe eyes, looking him up and down as you tilt your head forward and begin to pout.

"But Daddy, please? For me?" you ask, knowing full well what your cute little puppy eyes do to him. "Ugh I hate it when you do that" he says, because he also knows just too well what the feeling he got in his stomach means, the butterflies he gets when you make such a cute face. His dominant side gets softer and softer the longer he looks into your eyes, at you biting your lip, just barely playing with your hair, being the prettiest little baby you can be.

"Fine. But we still have 20 minutes until they're done little one," he says as he runs his hand along your face, rubbing your cheek with his thumb while slowly wrapping his other hand around your waste to pull you closer.

You move closer to him as he rubs your back, his lips now an inch away from yours, and suddenly they're against you. Your soft, supple lips pressed against his, slowly making out with each other as he carefully picks you up to carry you to the couch. You wrap your legs around his body to make sure he can't get away and he slowly lowers you down to the couch, laying you on your back while never breaking contact with your lips.

He runs his hand under the sweater and caresses your side, then lightly squeezes your tits, before breaking contact with your lips to as he licks down your neck, kissing it, slowly getting to your chest, then stomach, then pulling the hoodie up just enough so he can taste you.

You feel his kisses on to your waist, your thighs, your knees, and finally he kisses right above your clit while smirking up at your eyes, having turned from all doey and cute, to begging and needy.

"You've been such a good girl all day, it's only fair you get a gift," Daddy says as he begins to taste your wet little clit, his tongue playing with it ever so slowly, teasing it. His warm hands slowly make their way from your tits to your waist, where he readjusts you with such ease that you're quickly reminded how strong he is.

His fingers then trace down your stomach, to your thighs, then inside you. He continues to eat you out while slowly curling his fingers inside you, making a sense of utter euphoria shutter through your body. You're starting to squirm because it feels so good, which causes Daddy to chuckle a bit, "I know baby, I know, it feels so good, and it's exactly what you deserve my love"

He pulls his fingers out of you then puts them in his mouth to taste you, before putting them into your mouth so you get a taste of your sweet little pussy too. Suddenly his tongue moves down from your clit to your hole because he wants the taste directly from the source, his fingers still in your mouth as your oral fixation takes over and makes you suck on them.

"I want you to cum for me princess, can you be a good girl and cum for Daddy?" He asks, to which you nod and let out the slightest whimper, "y-yes Daddy"

Your body tenses as he sucks on your clit again, you feel chills run up and down your spine as you suck Daddy's fingers a bit harder before letting go of them so you can finally whine just one more time. You start to cum so hard that your eyes roll back into your head, his hands quickly find their way to your neck while he continues to lick your clit for your entire orgasm, even continuing past just to overstimulate you the slightest bit.

"Babygirl you did so well for me, I'm so proud of you," Daddy says as he pulls the sweater back down to your waist to cover you up, then kissing you and slowly taking the fuzzy socks off so he can give your little feet a massage.

You're too tired and exhausted to think about anything, but then the oven timer beeps and you both jump up to take them out.

"Now baby, because you got that gift, I get to make these cupcakes just as pretty as your eyes, okay?" He asks, and since you're in such a state of bliss, all you do is nod and agree, "Yes Daddy, anything for you."

"That's my girl."

#mine #mywriting

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starb3rrys · 1 year

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Ranpo with a tooth cavity

You had told Ranpo time and time again to make sure he watches how much sugar he eats since it could have a bad effect on him.

But the prideful detective just disregarded the advice and just took it as you being a worry wort.

In the office, you would see him munching away to his hearts content from morning to noon.

You would see him take out all types of sugary treats; chocolates, donuts, cupcakes, candies, you name it he had it.

Seeing the amount of sugar he ate in just one day worried you, you cared so much for him and he knew that. He tried to reassure you that he’d be fine and told you not to worry so much.

“Some simple sugar cannot hope to defeat the worlds greatest detective!” He said proudly. You smiled at his dorky confidence.

Looking back, that sentence he said ended up being very ironic.

“OWW!” You look up from your computer to see Ranpo touching his cheek.

“Ranpo are you okay?” Junichiro asks with a concerned expression.

“Yeah im fine just a sharp pain on my back molar, not sure why” Ranpo says.

“Sounds like a tooth cavity to me, all that sugar has finally caught up to you” Dazai says looking at Ranpo.

Ranpo jumps up from his chair slamming his hands on the desk leaning forward looking at dazai. “Impossible! I havent eaten nearly enough sweets today?!”

“You’ve eaten 5 cupcakes, 2 bags of chips and 3 soda pops since we started working,……we got here 20 minutes ago” Atsushi said with a (٥⁀▽⁀ ) expression.

“….that’s irrelevant” Ranpo says sitting back down with a pout and arms crossed. “Youll have to schedule a dentist appointment to get that checked Ranpo, if you don’t it can get worse.” You tell him with a worried yet pleading expression.

He’s hesitant to agree but he knows you’re right, which is why its so hard for him to agree with you. (Stubborn ass mf istg-) He sets up an appointment for the following day.

The day of the appointment

You had offered to go with Ranpo to the appointment to accompany him. (And to get that sweet “i told you so” moment). You waited outside in the waiting room for the checkup to be complete. About 45 minutes later Ranpo finally came outside.

“How did it go?” You ask. He looks down avoiding your eyes with a pout visibly on his face. “You had a cavity didn’t you” you say catching on. He just silently nods his head. “Did they have to fill it in?” You ask.

He looks at you and sighs, “yeah they said it was because i eat too much sugar and told me to try and take a small break from it or atleast try to cut some down.”

“Mm” you say looking at him.

“I know youre gonna say it so just let it out” he says.

“I told you so” you say looking at him with your arms crossed.

“I know, and im sorry for not really listening to you” He opens his eyes and looks at you “I was in the wrong, i just thought you were worrying too much and over exaggerating, but you were right and im sor-“ his words get cut off by your arms wrapped around him in a tight hug.

“Whats the hug for?” He asks a bit surprised.

“Its not everyday you hear the worlds greatest detective admit they were wrong” you say with your head resting on Ranpos chest.

“Hey now, don’t get too used to it!” He hugs back, hell never admit it, but he loves it when you call him “the worlds greatest detective.”

“Now how about some snacks to eat!” He says with stars in his eyes.

“Ranpo..” you say with a confused yet disappointed face.

“Im just messing with you love!~” he says smiling.

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Whew! First ever story made by me, I hope I did okay, feel free to leave any feed back! All is appreciated! <3

#bsd x reader #ranpo x y/n #bungou stray dogs ranpo #toothcare #armed detective agency #ranpo my beloved #dentist #sweet tooth

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sunnydayroleplay · 1 year

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PLEASE PLEASE I BEG OF YOU I NEED YOU TO WRITE SOME SHAUN COMFORT IT COULD BE ANYTHING I JUST NEED MY CATBOY TO COMFORT MEEEEEEEEE Thank you and have a good day!

Alright alright! You’ll get your daily Shaun needs! Not my fault that everyone lives, laughs, and loves Joseh and Jack!

I agree, he needs more lovin’!! Shaun comfort it is~

Contents Inside: Cuddles, Bathtime with Shaun, Attempts at making dessert..

18- DNI, even though this is a SFW post, the game it is based off of is an 18+ community. It is for your own safety, and you interacting not only jeopardizes that, it jeopardizes mine, and the creators of the games. For SFW + 18- safe content, check out my art page instead. @feralhalfnhalfcreamer

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Hypothetically, right now you are in desperate need for some comfort.

You’re sad, upset, you need a big strong man that has a soft sweet cat that is in the mood to do just that!

You’re huddled up in your bed, scrolling mindlessly on your phone, trying your best not to burst out.

Moonpie makes her way onto your bed and rubs her face onto yours, making her way through the opening of your arms.

She dips her head and blinks slowly at you, purring softly before she balls up right by your head.

You put down your phone and pat her soft fur, feeling slightly better.

Shaun comes into the room after going grocery shopping a few minutes later

“I’m back! I’ll make sure to put them away-“

Shaun immediately notices your mood change, and rushes up right beside you.

“Are you alright? What happened?”

“I’m okay Shaun..don’t worry-“

“Ah, ah,ah! Don’t you tell me not to worry about you! I know when somethin’s up. Who did it?”

“No one did anything, I’m just..not in a good mood.”

“Would some of my love help?~”

“Ehe, always.”

Shaun laid down beside you, and pulled you in close to him.

He brushed off hair that was covering your face, so that he could actually see it.

A hand grazed your cheek, and the other patted Moonpie’s perfectly smooth head.

You let out a deep sigh and buried your face into his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist.

Shaun let out a giggle.

“Why aren’t you cute~”

“I’m always cute!”

“That you are.”

“Mow!”

Moonpie seems to agree.

The two of you stayed like this for a good while.

Shaun massaged your shoulders, and gently caressed your neck.

He kissed you every time you asked for a kiss.

With the occasional stupid pun.

“Hey, Y/N.. what did the sushi say to the bee-?

“What?”

“Wasabi.”

“Get out-“

“Aha! Please you can’t tell me that wasn’t good!”

“That was terrible Shaun! Terrible!!”

You share a laugh with him, even though he made shitty puns, your shitty mood got better.

You felt so much relief, and joy whenever you were with him.

He was always so nice, and he was always there for your own needs.

He made you feel like you were the only person in the world.

After he cheered you up, he took you out of the gloomy room and decided that it was a fine time to bake.

“Shaun, do you even know how to make cupcakes?”

“I guess we’ll find out!”

“And I guess I should have 911 on speed dial-“

“C’mon, have some faith in me honey-“

“Don’t honey me- At least follow a recipe!”

“I do have a recipe, thank you very much.”

“From what?”

“Let’s bake!”

“Jesus Christ.”

It started off surprisingly well.

Started off..

It only got worse.

The measurements were wrong.

The bowl was either too big or small.

The stand mixer probably caught fire, it smells smokey.

With all of this in mind, you guys’ somehow got something in the oven.

“Bake at 350, Shaun. 350.”

“I know, I know! 350.”

“That’s 450.”

After about 20 minutes pass, or however long it takes cupcakes to bake- you take them out the oven.

They’re burnt yet..raw??

They’re soggy when you eat it, but it’s crunchy?

Can you even legally classify them as cupcakes anymore?

Whatever they are, it’s getting composted.

And you two definitely need a bath.

Shaun shook out at least a cup of flour from his hair, and you probably have egg shells in yours.

At least you guys had fun.

“I think we should take a bath, and then clean up-“

“You think? Silly.”

Shaun rushes over to the bathroom to turn on the faucet and get it to temperature.

You get undressed and wrap your towel aroujs you, holding a few others.

Shaun pours a generous amount of soap underneath the running water.

“That is one bubbly bath.”

“It is a very bubbly bath.”

Soon enough you slip off the towel, and slip inside the bath.

Shaun comes in immediately after.

Your body begins to relax in the warm, warm water.

Shaun pours some water over your head, and grabs your shampoo, making sure to get a lot.

He works it through your roots to the tips of your hair, making sure all that gunk was out.

You couldn’t feel more relaxed and happy.

You flutter your eyes closed as he began washing the soap out of your hair, and work in conditioner.

Once getting squeaky clean was done, you accidentally splash Shaun trying to get up.

In return, he splashes you back.

“Hey! That was an accident!”

“Annnd?”

“Ugh, you’re such a jerk-!”

You had fun.

You definitely felt better than before.

Shaun always knew how to cheer you up, even though you “seemingly” hated it.

You don’t hate it, you love it more than anything.

You love that he’s this big, tough guy sometimes, but in reality he’s just a softie with a big heart.

And that softie with a big heart is always willing to make your day.

#jacktor #sdj jack #sdj jacktor #sdj joseph #sunny day jack #swwsdj #somethings wrong with sunny day jack #sunny day jack roleplay #sunny day jack joseph #sdj jean #swwsdj shaun #sdj shaun #sunny day jack shaun #sdj shaun x reader

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ashers-wife93 · 11 months

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The Shaw Pack and the "4th of july incident"

(this is a fic based on the hcs I wrote yesterday.)

"I still don't understand why this has to be at my house." I hear David say through the phone. "Asher, darling take the poor man off speaker." I say as I walk to the living room and sit next to him. "Well now that you're here I'm not going to." Ash replies. I roll my eyes with a smile. "Okay what appears to be the topic of discussion between you two?" I ask. "I told David that we're having the 4th of July party at his house and he doesn't understand why." Ash complains. "Well David," I say "out of all of the pack you have the biggest backyard and you've got a pool so it makes sense." I smile and hold Asher's hand. "Okay fine" David sighs. "I'll see you guys at 6." He says as he hangs up the phone. "You're a miracle worker." Asher says, completely shocked at what just happened. "I'm not a miracle worker I just know how to get through to him. I've known him for about 4 years now." I smile. "I've known him my entire life and it's never worked that easily." Ash complains. "That has to be a skill you have." I smile at his compliment. "I love you Ash." I say as I lay my head on his shoulder. "I love you too babe." He says as he wraps his arm around me and pulls me closer to him.

After about an hour of cuddling on the couch we finally decide to get ready. I put on my clothes and walk downstairs to finish frosting the cupcakes for the party later, while Asher's still upstairs. "Ash let's go!" I call up the stairs. "We're gonna be late!". Ash comes down the stairs ready to leave. "Okay, Okay I'm coming." I look at my watch "we're already 15 minutes late. Let's go baby." I take his hand and pull him to the car. "You're driving." I toss him the keys and get in the car. "Hey..." He looks at me. "Are you mad at me? I'm sorry for making us late if you are." I look at him. "How can I ever be mad at you?" I smile and kiss his hand. "Now go." I say with a giggle. "Yes lovely." He says and we drive to David's house.

Once we arrive, I get out of the car and walk to David's backyard. The whole backyard is completely decorated with twinkle lights and red, white, and blue streamers. I set the cupcakes down on the table and join the rest of the pack. "Hey" Milo calls. "Late as usual." I smile. "We we're so close this time but Ash takes forever to get ready." I say playfully. Ash just rolls his eyes and smiles. "I'm gonna go find David you two have fun." Ash walks away and I turn back to Milo. "Why do I feel like Ash is gonna try and prank David while we're here." I smile. "Because he would" Milo replies with a smile as we walk further into the yard. "You missed an epic grill off Between me and David by the way. I lost. Unfortunately." Milo says. "But no big deal. It was fun nonetheless." I smile "it sounded fun. Anyway let's start eating I'm starving." I smile as we walk up the table where all of the food was laid out.

As we finish eating, Ash walked over to where David was talking and we look up to see what's about to happen. "I bet 20 bucks he's gonna push him into the pool." I mumble. "You're on." Milo says. Just then Asher pushes David into the pool with a splash "Pay up." I say with a smile. Milo hands me the 20 dollars and says "okay, Okay you win." David looks like he's gonna kill Ash for the stunt he just pulled. "Asher..." David calls. "Yes Buddy?" Ash says innocently. Just then, David pulls Ash by the arm into the pool with him. "Be lucky you're my best friend." I giggle at what happened. "Ash you better hope you dry by the end of tonight or you're running home." I call. "Yeah, yeah" ash says with a chuckle. The rest of the night was spent playing games and lighting fireworks, and yes, Asher dried off.

Hope you enjoyed this fic. Sorry it's a lot longer than I expected.

#redacted asmr #redacted milo #Redacted Asher #Redacted David #Redacted babe #Redacted Shaw Pack #Redactedverse #redacted audio

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lonelysatoru · 4 months

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one piece characters as goodwill workers

Luffy

somehow became a team lead (nobody knows how)

before he was a team lead he used to always get in trouble for always going into the breakroom for a “quick snack” (a full meal and 15 minutes laughing at the gc)

he used to never show up to work on time until he forced his roommates to come work there (roommates being zoro, sanji, and ussop)

hasn’t gotten asked to close since the time he fucked up the counting machine i the cash office so bad everyone was stuck there until 11:30pm trying to figure out how to fix it so that the store manager wouldn’t kill them (the cash machine was broken for months after)

works best in hardline

works morning shift bc that’s when sanji comes to work

usually works door because he’s super friendly and can carry a bunch of stuff inside at once

sorts through donations slow bc he gets distracted by the cool stuff

also isn’t allowed to price anymore bc he once put a vase worth $2,000 on the floor for 5.99 bc he thought it was ugly and didn’t think to look it up

whenever they get secret shopped and he’s at the door they get high scores

when ever he has to roll carts he takes forever because the regulars like to stop him and talk to him (and he could talk forever)

got banned from dressing the mannequins because he’d put the ugliest shit known to man on them for a good laugh

got employee of the month once and never ever let anyone forget it

songs along to the songs that play over the speakers EVERYDAY, regardless what song it is

uses the company card to buy food for everyone

is the person that buys cupcakes for a employee birthday or milestone 🥹

zoro

is also a hardliner

he’s only allowed to do sorting tho bc he’s rude to the people at donation door

their lowest score was when he was at the door in luffy’s absence (made a side comment about someone donating their garbage, or as he called it, useless shit)

got wrote up BAD for that too but he didn’t care

he’s better at sorting than luffy is bc he doesn’t get distracted and thinks a lot of the stuff is trashy

also always shows up to work on time and doesn’t ever miss a day

pretends to be annoyed when luffy sings along to the songs over the speaker but got super concerned the one day luffy didn’t sing along

has never gotten employee of the month and despises it so much bc sanji always makes fun of him for it

disappears for a realllyyyy long time every single day to go to the bathroom (goes to sleep for 20 minutes)

got in trouble for taking super long bathroom breaks so now he cuts his breaks down to 15 minutes and doesn’t get in trouble for it bc they don’t have the employees to fire him

usually works afternoon shifts bc that’s when ussop comes to work

only works there bc luffy begged and bribed him with the fact that they offer gym memberships through one of their programs

got banned from using the intercom bc during closing he got asked to make the closing call and went “attention goodwill shoppers. if you’re still in here at 8pm you need to get your shit and go. i wanna go home”

always takes his lunch with ussop bc he works in the front and is always willing to take him to go get something to eat if he’s still hungry after the lunch sanji packed

hates closing bc the people that show up around that time don’t leave fast enough for him

whenever he has to grab price checks from the front customers stare at him bc they think he’s hot

got made fun of by luffy bad when a grandma tried to set him up with their granddaughter after he helped her take her stuff out to the car

is the guy the cashiers call to grab stuff from top shelves

sanji

is a PRICER in hardline

works very quickly and efficiently bc he doesn’t like getting in trouble and wants to impress the store manager (happens to be nami)

has gotten employee of the month 3 times and rubs it in zoro’s face BAD

has gotten asked to help at other stores a few times and always smirks at zoro while they ask bc he knows zoro will NEVER get asked that

is always making side comments about zoro while he prices, which always leads to them fighting but they stop whenever nami comes into the back cuz they know to shape up when she’s in the area

always gets the store bonuses bc he noticed the super expensive items before they go out and sends them to ecom

they always make count when he’s the one pricing, even if it’s a slow day at the donation door

is the designated training buddy for new comers so he knows how to do everything in the store

drives luffy to work in the morning so that he’s not late

always makes lunches for zoro, ussop, and luffy (also makes lunch for nami and gets so red whenever she comments on how good his food is)

brings baked goods to work for everyone to eat sometimes and pretends he doesn’t like the praise

takes full advantage of the grocery and gas option goodwill has for workers (they pay for employees groceries and gas)

writes those stupid little praise cards for everyone in the store but swears he only writes ones for the women in the store

always goes home for his lunch break

sits in his car for his 15 minute breaks bc if he sits in the breakroom with luffy he loses track of time and they end up getting in trouble (once sat their for 40 minute cackling with luffy and a coworker)

ussop comes to him and tells him what areas in the store needed to be decorated and he keeps it in mind by putting his decorations in a different cart

when ussop calls for a price check he goes to get it to see if he’s having an anxiety attack (can always tell over the speaker no matter how crunchy it is)

when he goes up front to get price checks he never notices but people stare at him when he walks by

gets asked what kind of cologne he’s wearing everytime he steps foot out onto the floor

usopp

is a cashier

got super bad anxiety working up front by himself the first few weeks he started, but once he got used to it he was able to hide it better

gets REALLY bad anxiety when he’s left up at the front alone bc someone called out and they’re spread thin

never ever forgets to tell everyone the return policy

whenever he finally gets backup he gets told to roll carts or fill up the endcaps of the aisles until he feels calmer

dresses the mannequins bc he has the best fashion sense/eye for display out of the other employees

excels during holiday seasons bc he’s fantastic and bringing together the random donated items

always takes his lunches and 15 minutes breaks at the same time

always goes on lunch with zoro so that they can get food

was the unlucky soul who got stuck with luffy until 11:30 when he fucked up the cash machine

begs nami to switch the station to the throwback station every thursday bc at night when everyone’s gone he gets to sing along to california girls at the top of his lungs (zoro always tells him to shut up)

gets pretty good reviews when the secret shoppers comes to his register bc he’s super easy going and will have a conversation with anyone

knows all the tea in the store and more often than not ends up sitting with nami in her office or while they price new goods and just GOSSIPS

keeps trying to convince sanji to become a store manager since he knows how to do every job in the store

nami

is the store manager

rules the store with a iron enough grip that they know not to mess around too much, but loose enough that everyone knows they can come to her with anything and talk

isn’t super strict about the dress code unless one of the big bosses is coming

she loosely follows the rules and policies goodwill sets in place if she thinks they’re stupid

for example: there’s a rule that employees can’t buy the color of the week. but she’ll let you buy the color of the week if you want it (she just doesn’t give them the employee discount)

lowkey hates being the store manager bc she always has a ton of paper work and meetings and emails to tend to like everyday

prefers to help in softline over hardline bc luffy’s off key singing makes her head hurt. plus sanji and zoro’s bickering also irritates her

on the rare occasions one of them isn’t there she’ll go back there and stay bc usually luffy without zoro/ zoro without luffy is just less annoying

is super serious about everyone making count and sending stuff to ecom bc she wants her bonuses (also bc if they can reach their budget continuously the workers can get raises but she’ll never say that)

whenever a customer is being rude to her workers they know to call her bc she’ll kick them to the curb IMMEDIATELY, regardless of if they were gonna pay for their things or not

gave zoro the title of “security guard” bc if a customer is particularly aggressive she gets on the unofficial pokémon walkies and calls for him. as soon as he comes out from the back and the trouble maker sees him they ALWAYS take the base outa their tone and leave 😭

okay i’m all outa ideas 🫡

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raccoonfallsharder · 5 months

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✩࿐࿔ take a fuckin study break [new 12/5]

a surprise/unexpected update

smut-free | no use of y/n | gn reader | drabbles | word count: 1,020.

✩࿐࿔ take what you need. ࿔ eat somethin. at least grab a frickin’ snack. (wc: 576) ࿔ go to frickin bed already. (wc: 737) ࿔ get outta bed & get your shit done. & stop doomscrolling (wc: 925) ࿔ take a damn bath. (wc: 1,375) ࿔ leave your frickin skin alone. (wc: 1,579) ࿔ take a fuckin study break. (wc: 1,020) for like 80% of you probably ♡ ࿔ drink some goddamn water. [est 12/9] ࿔ stop destroying your frickin clothes. [est 12/19] ࿔ did you take your meds today?

so many of you are either already into finals or heading into them?? so like remember. rocket says to take 15-20 minute breaks every 50-90 minutes. use that time to open your window or go for a walk (even if it's cold). take some deep breaths. stretch. drink water. unclench your jaw. talk to someone who won't let you stay distracted for too long. and grab something to eat (even if it's just a granola bar). brains don't retain jackshit without sleep, nutrients, and moments of rest.

seriously i feel like so many of you are going through some form of finals right now and so i felt like i kinda had to write this last-minute (minimal editing tbh) so just. be kind to you. don't be too hard on yourself.

this is about as wholesome as it gets (for me) i think. can be read platonically or romantically. mcu-based, meant to take place post-volume 3, but headcanon however you want ♡

“Ow!” you yelp, rocking back on your stool and scrubbing a hand at your forehead. “Did you just flick me?” “I been talking at you for like two minutes,” Rocket grouses. “It’s like talking to a frickin’ wall.” You glower. “I told you. I’m studying. And writing. And studying. Leave me alone.” “Yeah, yeah,” he jeers. “Terran finals. Whatever. Sounds like a waste of time. Haven’t the humies on that backward mudball realized yet that tests don’t actually measure learning? It’s like using a yardstick to measure time.” You sigh and lean back. “Yeah, they know. Doesn’t matter though. If I want to pass these classes and get this stupid degree, I need to–” You scrub at your forehead again and sigh. “You know what? Never mind. I cannot have you un-motivating me right now. What did you want?” He leaps neatly onto the stool across from you and sets two glass bottles on the tabletop, then leans his forearms on the little table between you, smirking smugly. “To pay you back, cupcake.” The mockery in his voice does not bode well for you. “Remember what you told me last week when Adam was whining about how I was making him study the Bowie’s schematics for too many hours?” You feel your stomach drop. “No,” you lie, big-eyed. His smirk only grows. “Lemme refresh your terrible frickin’ memory, then.” Now his teeth are sharp and he heightens his voice into a whiny falsetto. “But Rocket. Maximum productivity is only five-to-seven hours a day. You can overload the crappy baldbody brain if you go longer than that–” “Pretty sure I did not say ‘crappy baldbody brain,’” you interject dryly. “–and he could lose everything you’ve taught him already. Plus, he needs fifteen-to-twenty minute breaks every fifty-to-ninety minutes.” You stare at him flatly, unwilling to dignify his bad mimicry with a response. Unfortunately, he doesn’t seem to care. He’s snickering openly at this point. “Time to take your fuckin’ break,” he tells you. “It’s for your own damn good.”

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"Call it what you want"-Rivusa social media au(fake dating trope) - Chapter 20-

I put a link for the petition for the show in the chapter 13, please go sign it.

if you didn't already read the other chapters, click here, that will land you to the introduction that has links for all the chapters before this one and the tw.

hello, I hope everyone is doing good. Here it is the new chapter! I'm sorry if I hadn't post earlier but I had a really hard writing block. Anyways, stay safe, drink water, sleep. If you want to talk or share thoughts, my dms and asks box are always open! Hope you like this chapter as much as I liked writing it. Enjoy<3

sorry if there is any grammar error, english is not my first language.

Real life pov:

Riven's eyes slowly open. He tries to reach for his phone to check the time, but he feels a weight on his arm. He looks down to see what's stopping him from moving, and he comes face to face with Musa completely collapsed on top of him. She sleeps peacefully and Riven doesn't dare wake her up. He still managed to unblock his arm and look at the time.

3:30 am.

He only slept for thirty minutes. On top of him, he feels Musa start to move so he just puts his hand on her lower back and strokes gently.

"Shh..shh go back to sleep."

Despite the boy's kind words, Musa wakes up. She sits up slowly, yawning: "What time is it?"

"3.30 a.m."

"Only?!"

"Come back here, so we can sleep." Riven whispers with a soft voice.

She smiles softly and comes back to snuggle up in the specialist's arms. A few minutes pass but neither of them can sleep. Riven tenderly slips his hand through Musa's hair to relax her. Despite the gentle caresses of her lover, the fairy can't fall asleep.

"Can't you sleep?" Riven asks.

"No and you?"

"No." An idea crosses the boy's brain. "You said you wanted a real date, right?"

Musa sits up slightly, putting her hands on the boy's chest to keep balance, and looks him in the eyes: "Yes, why?"

Riven gives her a smirk: "I have an idea, go get a book in your room, I'll get something to eat and let's go."

Musa looks at him curiously as she gets up,

"Where are you taking me? It's literally 3:45 a.m!"

"Surprise, you'll see." Said the specialist, dropping a little kiss on the fairy's forehead, while she blushed.

Musa hurries to fetch a book quietly to not wake her roommates. As she walks down the hall, she puts on her shoes and coat. Riven is waiting for her outside the front door, a box full of cupcakes they've made before in his hand.

"Let's go ?"

Musa's pov :

Real life pov :

Riven and Musa silently descend the stairs. They walk through the school listening to music with the fairy headphones. When they finally arrive at the entrance hall, Riven opens the door and lets Musa go first. Together they go to the specialist's car. He opens the door for her and she enters the passenger side, gently kissing his cheek. She fastens her seat belt and while he starts the car.

"What is the book for?" Musa asks as she settles comfortably in his seat.

"We have an hour's drive, you can read, it will pass the time."

"An hour but it's huge! Will we be there for lessons?"

"We only start in the afternoon, don't worry." He replies, coming to put his hand on the girl's leg while driving.

Musa's pov :

Real life pov:

Time passes quite quickly. Soft music plays from Riven's phone which is plugged into his car as Musa reads her book aloud.

"Close your eyes!" Said the boy hastily.

"Why ?"

"Close your eyes Pixie."

Musa sighs and complies, closing her eyes. She still wonders where they are heading. After a few minutes, the fairy hears the car's engine go out.

"We arrived?" she asks, still not opening her eyes.

"Yes, you can open your eyes now."

What Musa has in front of her eyes is incredible. Through the car window, she sees snow falling from the sky and goes to touch the sand of the beach in front of her.

"How is it possible that it's snowing when in Alfea it was super hot?"

"You're a fairy but can't you imagine that there is a village where it snows constantly?"

The brunette sticks her tongue out at him, giggling, as she gets out of the car. While Musa gets out of the car with her book and the cupcakes, Riven grabs some blankets from the back of his car.

"Why do you have blankets in your car?" The girl asks, holding out a hand towards the snowflakes.

The specialist closes the door : "Since apparently my car has become the official car of our group of friends, I put blankets in the back in case someone gets cold."

Musa turns to him and grabs his arm amusedly: "Did you just say you consider the girls like your friends?"

"I'll never be friends with Red, don't get any ideas."

The fairy stands on her tiptoe to be at his height with a mischievous smile.

"Tell the truth Riv! Say it!"

"No!"

"Say it!"

"Okay okay, She's my friends!"

Laughter runs through the two lovers. She comes gently to pass her arms around the boy and brings him back against her, laughing.

“Don’t tell them otherwise they will take the big head."

"Promised." She replies, placing a kiss on the boy's forehead then heading for the beach.

As he places the towels on the sand which is mixed with snow, Musa places the cupcakes and her book on top of the box. She takes off her gloves. Then she sticks out her tongue to catch snowflakes, laughing. Riven sits up to look at her. She is magnificent. She is so beautiful, with her smirk, with her head tilted back to catch the snow. She is so beautiful with her infectious laugh and her eyes that sparkle with joy. Musa has never looked so much like Musa as she did now. He's not a mind fairy but Riven can clearly tell that she is experiencing pure euphoric joy.

Musa's pov :

Real life pov:

They are lying on the towel. Musa eats a cake while Riven is cuddled up against her, his head resting on her stomach. The snow still falling on them, doesn't really bother them. It's cold but definitely bearable. The fairy looks at the sea a few meters away from them. The water is dotted with a few white spots due to the flakes, but they disappear immediately. Riven, who is tracing random shapes on the fairy's skin, asks: "Would you like to go in the water?"

"Now? Are you crazy, dude, the water must be frozen."

Riven sits up: "I actually understand, you're just not able."

Musa sits up too, smiling, "Me, not able?"

"Yes you!" He tickles her as he speaks.

"You'll see if I'm capable!"

She gets up and comes to take off her coat.

"Hurry up, you proposed this and now you're chickening out?!"

At these words, he also takes off his coat: "Our clothes are going to get wet. We're going to catch a cold."

"Are you afraid of a cold Riven?" She says while heading towards the sea.

No, he's not afraid, not when she's by his side.

Musa's pov:

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belovedfromnature · 4 months

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good evening, trying to show up every day here.

[for any] | i have commanded your f/o [whichever one comes to mind first] to bake a cake for you, be scared. /lh

what do you think they're making you? have they memorized your preferences and followed a recipe with care, or are they nefarious enough to serve you something dubiously edible on purpose? can they be trusted in the kitchen, or not? would they just buy one? if so, would they lie, and said they made it? there's many possibilities, indeed!

~♦️

💫- Oh man you’re so lucky I’m in a Lunar mood today…. (If it was Bloodmoon I’d spend 20 minutes typing out how he cannot cook)……. So if Lunar was to bake the cake, HE WOULD VERY MUCH REMEMBER (mine? Me? S/I? Idk uhhh) MY S/I’S PREFERENCES AND ATTEMPT TO MAKE IT! In this case, it’s yellow sponge cake, now Lunar can cook very well! I think he’d do a great job, but I think at the very last minute the cake would go very wrong and he’d present my s/I with the scraps of the cake and be very miserable and guilty about it…. FEAR NOT, THIS ALLOWS FOR BOTH OF THEM TO TEAM UP AND MAKE ANOTHER CAKE!!! BOOM BONDING MOMENT!!! Hahaha I’m so normal

🦋- I don’t physically trust any of my f/o’s to cook except Anshine. DT would purposely put some foul thing inside mine, Candyman is a sweetheart but also a bit out of his mind so I doubt he has any coherent idea on how to make a cake but he’ll buy a pack of cupcakes, Leshy probably has no concept of food whatsoever and even if he does it is a mud cake and as much as I love him I’m not eating that, Dex would probably buy a cake and I’ll appreciate that sentiment but I’m unsure how much I should trust a guy like him in the kitchen. Anshine may be some sort of celestial deity but he is very loving and fatherly so I feel like maybe he’ll use some of his human memories and attempt to make something . If not I’ll appreciate him just letting me know he tried.

tldr; absolutely none of them can cook without something going wrong

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maracujatangerine · 2 years

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Being Rover - Part 3

CW: institutionalised slavery, dehumanisation, box boy universe, pet whump

Previous - Next

Holly led the way down a flight of stairs. She stopped next to a pair of double glass doors, ringing a bell.

“Jenny knows the drill very well.” She told Martha. “She will be able to show Rover what to do and the staff is very helpful. We can have a bite to eat and hang out for a bit while they are occupied.”

Looking at the dark-haired pet, she admonished. “Now, make sure that you warm up properly, dear.”

The pet nodded. “Yes, Mistress.”

“And make sure that Rover doesn’t overdo it, it’s his first time, you know. We don’t want him to hurt himself.”

“No, Mistress. I will look after him.”

That made her owner smile. Holly affectionately caressed the pet’s shoulder. “That’s my good girl.” She said proudly. “You are always so thoughtful and responsible.”

“Thank you, Mistress.” The young woman ducked her head shyly, but formerly glowed with pride.

A man dressed in a t-shirt, jogging shoes and long shorts, all in the same wine-red colour as the pets’ clothes, opened the glass doors. He had a staff ID card on a keychain around his neck.

“I’m Holly de Vaal. We would like a standard workout with some sauna and a massage in the end, please. My pet is experienced, but you have to take it easy with the male one. It is his first time.” She glanced over her shoulder at Martha. “The pets always exercise barefoot. It is more natural for them and closer to their instincts, but they need to get used to it slowly to avoid injury. Is there anything else you’d like to order for him?” The pet’s owner looked at Holly with some astonishment.

“No, I think that is quite sufficient.”

Jenny rose gracefully from the floor and Rover took it as a que to follow suit. The man clipped a leash each to their collars and led them through the doors, away from their owners.

They walked through a brightly lit and airy gym, with many different kinds of machines. The pet glanced carefully over at Jenny to see what she was doing, but she just walked behind the man, her leash hanging slackly in front of her. The man consulted the iPad he carried under one arm and then led them up to two treadmills, attaching their leashes to carabiner hooks next to each machine.

“Your program says that you are free to choose your speed and elevation yourselves.” He said. “Exercise here for 15 - 20 minutes, and I will come and pick you up afterwards.” Glancing over at Rover, he added. “You should keep to a walk for the first 10 minutes, if you want you can run after that.” He paused and looked at both of the pets. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” Jenny said, quickly echoed by Rover.

“Y-yes, Sir.”

Jenny pointed to the display. “This is how you start it. Begin with a slow pace.”

Rover walked, the carpet of the treadmill spongy underneath the pet’s bare feet. Next to it, the pet could hear Jenny starting to run.

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rey-in-red · 2 years

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Summary: Jude Duarte wants a distraction from finals and the mess that was her breakup with Locke. She hooks up with her long-time school rival, Cardan Greenbriar, at a nightclub and gets more than she bargained for.

Warnings: Language, NSFW, Mentions of Abortion, Mentions of Child Abuse

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His fingers were digging into her hips, hard enough to leave bruises, guiding her up and down. Impaling her on his cock again and again and again.

“Oh god, Cardan… I think I’m gonna…” Jude trailed off when he brought his thumb down on her clit and started making tight small circles. She let out another guttural moan, her nails dug into his chest. “Fuck. Yes.”

Jude tumbled over the edge and with a loud groan that sounded like her name, Cardan went with her. They rode their high out together, their movements turned sloppy, and soon the only sound in the room was the sound of their panting.

“You know, I don’t think you ever agreed with me that much.” Cardan panted beneath her. “Or at all for that matter.”

Jude smacked his chest half-heartedly and leaned down to kiss him. “Ugh, I hate you.” She said against his lips. He deepened the kiss and rolled them over, so she was on her back.

He smiled against her lips and lifted his head. “So you keep saying.” Then he eased out of her slowly. So very slowly. She moaned at the loss, her core clenching around nothing. Cardan eased off the bed and disappeared out the bedroom door. “I’ll be right back.” He called over his shoulder.

Jude sat up in the bed and looked around his bedroom. They had been in a hurry to get from the dining table to his bed and she hadn’t gotten a good look before now. Cardan’s bedroom was surprisingly neat. There weren’t books scattered on the floor or laundry for that matter. She got out of the bed and walked out of his bedroom.

Locating Cardan’s discarded shirt on the floor, she went to put it on and walked over to his refrigerator in search of food. She was greeted by a fully stocked fridge, but Jude’s gaze quickly zeroed in on three cupcakes with frosting. She was reaching to take one of them when arms wrapped around her waist and Cardan buried his face in her neck.

“You know, if you’re hungry there’s a Chinese restaurant around the corner that’s open till 3.” He said into her skin. Jude brought one hand up in his messy locks and ran the other over his forearm, tracing nonsense patterns with her nails. Cardan practically purred in response.

She smiled even though he couldn’t see it. “I know, their veggie egg rolls are to die for.”

“How do you know that?”

“I live about a 20 minutes walk away from here.” Jude turned around in his arms and placed her hands on his bare chest. Cardan had a weird expression on his face. “What?”

He just shook his head. “Nothing.”

It definitely wasn’t nothing, but she decided to let it go. “So, you mentioned food. How long until I get my orange chicken and egg rolls?”

The corner of his lip curled up, seemingly having forgotten whatever had been on his mind. His hands moved down to grab her ass. “Bossing me around in my own home. Getting a little too comfortable, aren’t we?”

She put her arms around his neck, fingers playing with the hair at his nape. "Hey, you're the one who mentioned Chinese, besides I didn't work up my appetite alone."

"Then let’s get you some food."

“But I wanted a cupcake.” Jude pouted her lips and looked up through her eyelashes.

“You can eat one of those after.” He leaned down until his lips were a hair's breadth away from hers. “Besides maybe I’ll be in the mood for something sweet too.”

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She didn't know how long they sat there, Jude cradled to his chest, Cardan lazily stroking her back, but it was her that broke the silence first. “You know, I've spent most of my day today in bathrooms. You think we can move back on the couch some time soon?”

“Sure.” He kissed the top head and reached out a hand to help her up and she hesitantly accepted. But when she got up, he didn’t let go of her hand, and led her over to the fridge instead of the couch. He took out a bottle of water and handed it to her. “You need to hydrate. Drink.”

Jude gave him a tight lipped smile and accepted the water. After drinking two big gulps, Cardan took her hand again and led her over to the couch.

“Okay, so I need you to be quiet for a minute because I have a whole speech. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Okay.” He repeated, like he was reassuring himself. “Okay. Okay, so you don’t know this but before I was born, Eldred, my father, had an affair with one of his employees. She was young and when she told him she was pregnant, Eldred just wrote her a check and didn't look back. He didn’t want anything to do with the baby or her. As you can probably guess the baby in question was me. I lived with her till I was 3 years old, then she dumped me on Eldred's doorstep and took off with the rest of the money. I haven’t seen her since. My oldest brother, Balekin, offered to take me in. And since he ran the London based part of Greenbriar Enterprises, it meant that Eldred didn’t have to look at me, so he jumped at the chance."

He took a deep breath and she gave his hand a squeeze, to let him know she was there for him.

“For the first 4 years or so, Balekin was very nice. But then he started to slap me if I talked back, or if I didn't clean my room when he told me to, and he would belittle me with comments about this and that. Then one time when I was 12, I came home with a C on a math test and he hit me with his belt for the first time. After that it became a regulation thing. A punishment if I disappointed or failed him in some way. Or if he was just in a bad mood.

“When I was 14, Balekin moved us back to the states because Eldred got sick, whether it was to actually help or score some points with Elred, I don’t know. Leaving London behind was easy for me because I didn’t have any friends. Since neither of my parents wanted me, I felt like if I made friends, it wasn’t because they actually wanted me as their friend and would eventually just leave me.

“What I'm trying to say is that, I know what it is like to be an unwanted child, it’s incredibly lonely and I wouldn’t want my own kid to go through that. I know this isn’t what you wanted and I’m not going to pretend that this is just what was missing from my life right. We do have options on what we can do now but what happens now is completely up to you.” Cardan reached out with his free hand to wipe away tears, she hadn’t known she’d shed. “If you want to terminate the pregnancy, that’s okay. If you choose to keep the child, that’s okay too. I’m not gonna force this on you or just write you a check and expect you to take care of it. No matter what you decide, I’ll be there holding your hand every step of the way. I promise.”

Cardan looked at her with such hopeful and kind eyes, that said that if she wanted to have the baby, he really would be there every step of the way.

Yet she couldn’t help the doubt that lingered in the back of her mind.

“Okay, let’s say we go through with this, there’s gonna be a lot of financial expenses like medical bills and things the baby is gonna need.” She got off the couch and started pacing in front of him.

“Jude, I-”

Jude just kept rambling on completely ignoring him.

“And I haven’t told him yet, but I don't think Madoc is going to help pay for my child, since I’m not married. Which leads to my next point, are we gonna get married?

“Jude, will you-”

“Then there’s the practical things, like are we gonna live together? If not, where is the baby going to stay when it’s your turn to have it? Do you plan on moving into a bigger apar-”

Cardan finally managed to cut her off fully, by pulling her into his lap and cradled her face in his hands. “Jude, calm down.” Once again she felt herself relax in his arms, like it was the most natural thing in the world. “If you would let me talk, I would tell you I got the financial part covered.”

Her eyebrows shot into her hairline. “You do?”

“Yes.” He smiled at her. “We don’t need to worry about money and most of all that other stuff doesn’t matter right now, but for now just answer my question, okay?”

“Okay.” She nodded.

“Do you want to marry me?”

Jude didn’t even have to think about it. “Well, no. We’re not even friends.”

For a second she could have sworn a shadow flicked over his eyes. “Then there you go. The other things can wait.” Jude nodded once more and crawled out of his lap.

Cardan got off the couch, walked over to the fridge and pulled something out. “You mentioned a doctor's appointment?”

“Yeah, I mean all the signs are there but I want to make sure. I think I can probably get an appointment sometime next week.”

He started walking towards her with one hand behind his back. “Excellent. I have classes Monday, Tuesday and Friday. Just text me the time and date.”

Her eyebrows shot into her hair, once again.“You want to come with me to the doctor's?”

“Yes. I said I would be there.” He pulled his hand from behind his back, presenting a frosted cupcake on a plate. “Now I know the Chinese didn’t sit well but maybe this will help.”

Cardan gave her a sheepish smile, extending the plate to her. Jude happily accepted the cupcake. She took a tentative bite and when nothing happened she practically inhaled the cupcake.

And then another.

- - -

“Fuck this is good food.” Cardan said, mouth full of food.

“What are you eating?” She asked curiously and put down her own box. Without letting him answer, she leaned over the white boxes on the floor and grabbed the one he was holding. “Give me that.”

“It’s shrimp fried rice.” He chuckled and Jude then gave the box right back. He shot her a puzzled look. “What’s wrong? Are you allergic?”

“I’m just not a fan of seafood.” She made a disgusted face. “Never have been.”

“Not even sushi?”

“Nope.” She said, popping the ‘p’. “Not even even sushi.”

“Interesting.” He was his only response. Cardan put down his own box and searched amongst the scattered boxes and candles on the floor, before locating the one he was searching for “Here try this one instead.” He said, holding up the box for her.

“What is it?”

“Moo shu pork.”

Jude took the box. It did look delicious. Using her chopsticks, she took a piece of meat and moaned at the taste. He laughed a quiet laugh at her response. “Now, this is good. I’ll give you that.”

“But?”

“But it’s still no orange chicken.” She smiled cheekily at him.

He once again laughed and she took a moment to admire his beauty. The tea candles scattered on the floor casted shadows on his face, yet it somehow only enhanced his beauty. The paleness of his skin. The sharpness of his cheekbones. Like this was how he was meant to be seen, in the dark hours of the night rather than during the bright of the day. Maybe he was indeed a faerie king.

Jude looked around the room. When the delivery man had arrived, she had walked over to the table and started to pull out one of the chairs, when he had stopped her. He had walked over to the spacious windows, placed the two bags down on the floor and told her to sit down and start unpacking the food. Then he walked over to a gray wooden dresser, opened the top drawer and scooped out a handful of tea candles. After placing the small candles around them on the floor and lighting them with a lighter, Cardan had turned off most of the lights in the loft.

It created a soft glow in the big room, it was almost romantic.

She laughed at the thought.

“What?” He had a confused look on his face.

“Nothing, it’s just the candles, the food, the wine.” She gestured to the wine glasses with her head. “If I didn’t know better, I would almost say this was romantic.”

“But you do know better.”

“Yup.” She sighed, and leaned over to take her wine glass. “And that would’ve been a shame because if not, I would’ve been forced to tell people that you’re a secret romantic.” Swirled the wine around and brought the glass to her lips.

“Yes, that truly would’ve been a shame, because then I would have to tell everyone about that tattoo on your hip.” Cardan smirked when she choked on her wine. It was the same smirk he had when he had spotted the tattooed quote on her left hip earlier, when had pulled off her shorts. He had brushed his thumb over it and given it a soft kiss before moving further down. Now it was covered by his discarded shirt.

Carden suddenly got up from the floor and padded barefooted over to the fridge. In the soft light of the candles, could faintly make out marks on his back, they looked like scars. She hadn’t spotted those earlier.

He turned around and smirked, a cupcake in his hand. “Now I believe I said something about sweets.”

#jurdan #jurdan fanfic #jude x cardan #jude duarte #cardan greenbriar #folk of the air #fanfic

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I posted 2,772 times in 2022

That's 118 more posts than 2021!

301 posts created (11%)

2,471 posts reblogged (89%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 1,530 of my posts in 2022

Only 45% of my posts had no tags

#dmbj - 178 posts

#cats - 112 posts

#the lost tomb - 77 posts

#podfic - 62 posts

#writing - 56 posts

#star trek picard - 53 posts

#nirvana in fire - 45 posts

#meta - 44 posts

#dracula daily - 41 posts

#star trek - 31 posts

Longest Tag: 110 characters

#sometimes you just need to see a girl in an increasingly ragged dress beat the complete shit out of bad people

My Top Posts in 2022:

I Am Having A Very Bad Day

Any pictures of fluffy animals would be most welcome.

49 notes - Posted January 13, 2022

Love Like The Galaxy is killing me. I’m going to be dead before this is over.

*spoiler*

Okay, so Heroine’s marriage to Cupcake has been cancelled due to external reasons and it wasn’t easy for any of them but Heroine made a, like, sweet and honourable choice and is now getting pilloried in public for it because people are shits. I mean really. Shits. I’m weirdly invested in how Cupcake and his new bride’s life is going to turn out. She was kinda objectionable when introduced but she’s gone through a lot and I hope the pair of them can make things work. (The General gets bonus points for being there, all quietly supportive for Heroine, and saying (even though he desperately wants her to withdraw so he can marry her), ‘I’m not going to advise you. I know whatever choice you make will be the right one.’ and just quietly killing me.)

But!

The General has lost So Much Social Credit of late. First, by pressuring her family to let him marry Heroine - and he had the Emperor right there, pressuring away. (Look, I know, and the Emperor knows, that those two will be a good match. But it’s an inauspicious start which reminds everyone involved that The General is a... Duke? Probably a Duke in European terms and Heroine’s family are minor gentry just recently raised to extremely minor aristocracy and without any damn backing. Or to put it another way, as far as they can see - if The General mistreats their very young daughter, there is sweet eff all they can do about it. And he has an... ominous reputation, well-deserved.)

Second... Oh god, he’s trying, he’s trying so hard, to be respectful and, and nice, but somehow, turning up with a file of troops to invite himself to family breakfast* and stiffly telling a horrible joke, and informing the Heroine she shouldn’t eat so late in the day because it’s bad for the digestion (and I swear, he was trying to talk that out, he expected her to talk back to him and explain her reasons but she’s depressed and intimidated and he comes across as v. overbearing)...

Has now surrounded Heroine’s Family House with armed guards. Purely, I believe, to show respect and to guard them from harm but. Oh god.

He is just so awkward. Never have I seen a man try so hard and fail so badly at Being Nice.

I’m dying.

* Like Darth Vader sitting down with a cup of tea with his little finger crooked out because he read that you should do that in an etiquette guide, earnestly making smalltalk...

51 notes - Posted August 31, 2022

[ID: "A scattering of black and white and sepia photos of women in scanty, Victorian-era dress, most notably a middle-aged woman with a kind face, Big Hat, and stripy stockings. Shuffled into the pile is a policeman in full uniform sitting in a chair for a portrait. Title reads, Owed, by copperbadge, read by Thimblerig" End ID]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Discworld - Terry Pratchett Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Rosemary "Rosie" Palm/Samuel Vimes Characters: Samuel Vimes, Rosie Palm Additional Tags: Drunkenness, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Prostitution, but really it's quite a nice story, Podfic Length: 20-30 Minutes, Podfic, Repod Summary:

Vimes owes Rosie more than money.

Repod of something I did two and a half years ago by @copperbadge because it’s a lovely story and it wasn’t a bad podfic at the time but Jesus H Christ I have learned a lot about projecting from the diaphragm since then.

(My question is, did that relationship between them exist before ‘John Keel’ wrote that letter...?)

62 notes - Posted July 18, 2022

DMBJ Meta: Bai Haotian

So, since I’m in the middle of a Sound of Providence rewatch (I’m up to the murderous puppet theatre), I’m also having thinky thoughts about one of the supporting characters, Bai Haotian, also known as Xiao-Bai (Little Bai).

She’s present in the webnovel as well, incidentally, though she and Warehouse 11 are much less filled out. Anyway. (Some spoilers to follow.)

So Little Bai is a short drink of water, tiny, bright-eyed, who appears when Wu Xie enters W11. She’s extremely helpful, and also extremely mysterious, but after several mini-adventures it’s revealed that the giant flaming crush on him is entirely genuine and also, she’s a third-gen manager of the Warehouse (which is why she knows so much). In season 2, she’s recruited for the Thunder City arc as a diver; in the second half she’s involved in the W11 shenanigans that fill out the season.

She’s adorable in her own right, but what interests me in the narrative sense is how much she is like Wu Xie when he was a Baby Adventurer, Very Staunch. Young, brilliant, family connections to weird shit but also very sheltered, doggedly loyal to the people she admires. She’s got a lot of talent but also needs some teaching and seasoning before she can compete in the big bad world. Does that sound like our Xiao-Xie? And it’s nice to having someone in that ingenue role since he’s thoroughly aged out of it by now, but also.

If we treat Xiao-Bai as an analogue for Young Wu Xie, in that story Old Wu Xie is a mash-up of two different roles - Xiaoge (his long-time crush) and San-shu (uncle, mentor, tricksy manipulative bastard). And I think that Wu Xie, at least, is aware of the parallels.

So when Wu Xie tells her, “You’re young: you don’t understand the difference between love and worship,” is he also talking to his younger self? Is he looking back fifteen years to the young sprat he was and kindly patting that boy on the head for being enormously silly but sweet? Does he think whatever his *waves hand helplessly* Thing with Xiaoge is, it’s stronger than that or does he also worry that after all this time he’s still... the wide-eyed infant to Xiaoge’s tired self. I mean, on the surface level she’s just found out he’s dying and he wants her not to grieve so much so he’s trying to de-escalate her feelings, and that’s a solid bit of story-telling right there. But Xiao-Bai, and Piaopiao for that matter, have a lot of parallels and resonant themes with what’s going on with the Iron Triangle, and I think this is one of them.

And! A large part of drama plot is Wu Xie’s drive to prove that San-shu (the first one, at least, the one before the Xisha Shipwreck Tomb) was a decent man. That whatever bloody deeds he had done, he was forced into it, that he meant well, that he was doing his best.

The point being, this is Wu Xie post-Sand Sea, where he spent most of a decade being tricksy, manipulative, pragmatic, bloody-handed, using his allies as harshly as his enemies. The actor Zhu Yilong made sure we remembered that every morning he spent extra time painting a bloody great scar on his neck. The text reminds us by bringing in Jiang Zisuan and his accusations which are... inaccurate regarding A-Ning’s death but not without weight, either. Wu Xie’s walked in the footsteps of Third Uncle: he’s done some shit. So it’s interesting to me, and sweet, and bittersweet to be honest, in this quest to prove San-shu was a good man, just how much work Old Wu Xie puts into keeping Xiao-Bai, this mirror of his younger self, safe.

Also she’s cute. Did I mention she’s cute? OMG I could just die.

Anyway, back to the show... Run from the clams, my good man! Run!!

62 notes - Posted July 21, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

other people, intellectuals: *some drollery about cats, so independent and aloof*

my cats: Mother, did you see me? I did a thing, were you watching? Come into the garden, Mother, for the sun shines brighter on the grass when you are there. Mother, if I don’t crack open your chest and sleep nestled inside your ribs tonight I might literally die. Mother. Mother. Did you see me, Mother?

2,204 notes - Posted August 1, 2022

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clockworklozenges · 2 years

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As a treat, here's a cake recipe. It can be adapted to almost any flavour and makes a super reliable sponge:

Ingredients:

200g Sugar. Most recipes say "ooh use caster sugar, it's fine and makes fluffy cakes" but it also usually costs triple the price of granulated sugar so use whatever you want.

200g Margarine or Butter. Lard if you're cheap or from the 50s.

200g self-raising Flour. Uh, this is the one specific ingredient, you need self-raising flour to make the cake rise. Regular flour will do in a pinch but expect your cake to be flatter than an egregious anime nerd's morally reprehensible choice of waifu.

2 eggs. Usually chicken or equivalently sized eggs - Ostrich is possibly slightly too much egg.

Vanilla flavouring, 1 tsp. This gives it a base flavour. Feel free to swap out for something else. I've had great results with tea brewed without milk or sugar, but vanilla tends to help. It can be overpowering though so show restraint.

[OPTIONAL] Baking Powder, 1 tsp. This helps the rise but costs money, so I tend to not use it much.

[OPTIONAL] Cocoa powder/instant hot chocolate powder. If you want to make a chocolate version, then replace 25% of the flour with this. Melting chocolate is a messy ball-ache and not of the fun variety so as a result, Cocoa powder is better and won't sink the sponge. Use Baking Powder if you're using this ingredient to ensure a good rise.

[OPTIONAL] Milk, 1 tbsp. You can add this if the mix is too thick and solid. We're going for viscous liquid not cookie dough here. My fiance has a dairy allergy, so I tend to use Soya or Almond milk instead and it works fine.

Method:

Pre-heat your oven to just under 200°C, Gas Mark 4. Fan ovens only need 180°C, but those cost more and my building is a deathtrap with appliances along the same level of reliability as a depressed sentient toaster with premature ejaculation syndrome so you know your oven best.

Line a cake tin with baking parchment or butter. Baking paper makes it easer to get the cake out of the tin unless you want to eat it straight out of the tin like a deranged Neanderthal going through a messy breakup. The tin should be half-filled by the mix, so pick one that'll be filled half-way.

Mix the butter and sugar together. Then throw in all the other stuff, wet ingredients then dry. Most baking recipes say to Sift the flour, and that gets messy but makes the mix smoother, which is what we want. Once it's all mixed together fully with no obvious lumps of any one ingredient, move on to the next step.

It should now look like beige gravy or custard. Or pudding, for you Yankees. Put it in the tin, filling it halfway. If it doesn't fill halfway, make some more and fill in the space, find a smaller tin, take some out, or have a breakdown depending on how apocalyptic a mess you've made of this.

Bake for about 24 minutes. After then, take it out and stick a knife in it. If it comes out clean, you're done. If it comes out messy, add five minutes to the cooking time and repeat the process after then. Trays take about 24 minutes, loaf tins about 35, cake tins about 28. Cupcakes take about 18-20 depending on size, and muffins take about 24 as well. But again, you know your oven better, so experiment a bit.

Leave to cool for a while. Until it's not warm to the touch. It cools faster outside the tin.

Decorate how you wish. I'm not your mum or dad, I don't care what you do with it. Except marmite or pickles. Don't...don't put those on cake.

This is a basic sponge recipe, and you can double or halve it as you wish to make more or less cake. Modify this basic recipe as you wish, as it makes all kinds of things, and you'll never need to buy crappy cupcakes and stuff from the shops again.

Unless you want to. I do not care.

#baking #Cake #dessert #recipes #Base recipes #Look you can knock it but it's not half bad

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