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oracle-of-dream · 29 days

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Submissive and huh?

Minors DNI

Summary: Your friend Taerae recently learned a new term and wants your thoughts. Explaining it might help him understand properly, but do you have the strength to tell him.

Warnings: Male Reader, Idol Taerae, Student Reader, Lewd faces/Ahegao, Mention of arousal and breeding

Wordcount: 1.2k

Math classes had been kicking your ass all semester and tutoring from the professor wasn't working out. You'd ended up being assigned a study partner. The program was meant for students struggling with the class to help each other. That's how you met Taerae.

He didn't originally introduce himself as an idol, especially since it was an online class. No one had seen his face. But when you met up with him for the first time to study together, you instantly recognized him from TV. You hit it off over a shared hate for math and spent more time together outside class.

He'd complain about his idol life issues and you'd give him any notes from class he'd missed.

You'd just gotten home from a late-night study session at the library. As if it knew, your phone lit up with a text as you sat on your bed.

TR: Yo! Y/N, I met some fans while out with the members today!

YN: Cool. Don't you meet fans wherever you go?

TR: Well these stuck out!

YN: How?

TR: Well, I noticed them, a bunch of guys, giggling in the convenience store and pointing at me and Hao while we were shopping. I didn't want to embarrass them so I just played it cool and ignored them. But then they came up to me!

YN: Okay, some brave fans? That's it?

TR: Just wait a sec!

TR: They came to me and told me they were fans. But more specifically, MY fans! Of course, I was happy to hear, but they were foreigners because they used a term I didn’t know.

YN: What term?

TR: Submissive and Breedable?

TR: I know what submissive means, they mean I'm not an aggressive person. That's not entirely true, but I'm submissive at times.

You looked at your phone, blinking a few times. Some "fans" dared to say that!?

TR: I can't find anything when I look it up, it's probably slang, right?

Maybe telling him that his fans want to breed him wasn't the best thing to tell your friend. He was just too wholesome for that.

YN: Yeah, it is, but it's not something cool. No one says it really, it's not the trend anymore.

TR: Really? I know trends, I'm not old, but I haven’t heard of that.

YN: See? There's no reason to worry, just fans being weird.

TR: Well, the photo they wanted was also...off.

YN: Off how?

TR: They wanted me to stick my tongue out and look up at the camera, which was super high above me. To be honest–it felt a little embarrassing to pose like that.

You shook your head trying not to imagine his cute self making lewd faces for a group of boys, but it was hard. And so were you.

YN: You should be more careful, they could use photos like that weirdly.

TR: What do you mean?

YN: Let's drop it. Subject change, what are you doing now?

TR: I'm getting ready for bed, I just got under the covers.

You looked at the clock, midnight was on its face.

YN: Oh shit, I didn't even realize. You should sleep!

TR: No, no, I'm pretty awake. Plus, it's nice talking to you. Did you want to video call while you get ready for bed?

You’d done it before, talking on video call into the night, but it was always a little like Taerae just wanted to see you.

YN: Sure, I'll call you.

You pressed the video call button on your phone. It showed your reflection as you waited, automatically you straightened your hair a little and kicked some stuff on the floor out of frame.

Taerae answered the phone with a smile, the camera close to his face.

You laughed as you set your phone on your desk, "Well hello to you too, why so close?"

"No reason, I just want to see you closely."

"Well, I can see you so closely I can count your pores," You scoffed as you went into your closet to find pajamas for the night.

"Is it weird I'm holding it so close?"

"A little, but it's no big deal. If you don't wanna show yourself then why'd you wanna video call?"

Taerae didn't answer.

"Are you still thinking about what those guys said?"

He shuffled in bed, "Mmhm."

"I promise it's nothing bad."

"Then why don't you just tell me?"

You sighed, "Okay, fine, I'll spill."

Taerae's eyes peered curiously at the camera as he waited for you to come out of your closet. You settled on wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt and shorts. You returned to find Taerae's eyes filled with impatience.

You swallowed awkwardly, "You already know what the submissive part means, but the other part..."

"Breedable," Taerae reminded you.

"Yeah–It means," You struggled to find a good way to break it to him with that look in his eyes. So full of trust and purity. "It means, they wanna do it with you."

Taerae's expression dropped into surprise, "Oh, that's it? I read about that kind of stuff of fans wanting me to have sex with them. That's not so bad."

"Well, breedable means, specifically where you'd be the one getting fucked. Likely by a man. Who wants to... finish in you."

You couldn't bring yourself to look at the screen to see his expression. He'd fallen silent, thinking of a response. It felt like ten minutes passed until he broke the silence.

Taerae's voice was deep and serious, "Y/n."

"Yeah?"

"Look at the screen." You looked at the screen to see Taerae in bed, holding the camera above him to show off his shirtless torso that was mostly covered by the bed sheet except for his collarbone and neck. "Am I breedable right now?"

You felt warm in your face as you answered, "Yeah, I-I guess."

"Submissive, too?"

"Sure," You said as you looked down at your hands.

"Yes or no! Sure isn't good enough, and look at me!"

You complied, looking at him. He smiled before making a face; his eyes looking up at the camera as he stuck out his tongue and held up a peace sign with his other hand.

"Jesus, Taerae!" You looked away quickly. Your heart was in your ears, pounding as the image of sweet Taerae's lewd face was plastered behind your eyelids.

He laughed loudly. "I am, aren't I? Submissive and breedable. I take it as a compliment, they like me that much! To be honest, you look all shy... You look a little submissive too."

You moved your phone so he couldn't see you anymore.

"I was kidding! Don't hide from me!" Taerae's muffled voice shouted from the speaker of your phone.

After you calmed down, you turned your phone back over to see him still there. Still shirtless, and holding his phone at the same seductive angle.

"You're so weird!" You yelled at Taerae, who just giggled.

"And you still like me anyway. Even with all my breedable energy."

"I'm going to hang up–"

"What!? We gotta see you do the pose too, what if you're more breedable than me, we should test how–"

You cut him off as you pressed the red dial button. You turned your phone off before he could call you again. You lay in bed, alone in the dark, thinking about Taerae's face.

And in the privacy of your home, you test if you can also feel submissive and breedable, making Taerae's new iconic look. A secret he'll never know about... As if you didn't already have a big secret.

#oracle of dreams #kpop x male reader #kpop x male reader smut #x reader #x male reader #x male y/n #male reader #kpop male idol #kpop male reader #zb1 #zb1 x reader #zb1 taerae #kim taerae #taerae x reader #zerobaseone taerae #taerae smut

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reallyromealone · 1 year

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hi!!!! I'm back with re-reading your works since I caught a flu and can't do anything really. sooo, idk if it has been asked already, but can I request for Izana being adopted by the reader? will things be different? how would he react? oh, and of course please don't forget Kaku. I can't imagine the two of them being separated. thank you! you can ignore this if you want 🫶🏼

This is so cute.

(Name) was absolutely taken by the two young boys before him, Izana and Kakucho were their names.

"So...you adopted us both?"

"Of course, you can't seperate best friends right?"

Izana and Kakucho were very attached to (name), the man kind and caring.

"So this is your room, I didn't know if you two wanted to share or have seperate rooms but if you guys decide you want seperate rooms we can always turn the spare into one of your rooms" (name) said softly and the two boys looked at the room in awe "there's plenty of space for your clothes and anything you guys want"

Izana wasn't crying.

Kakucho wasn't crying.

No proof.

(Name) saw the two set down photos beside their beds and had an idea.

When the two went to school (name) took the photos to the closest photo store and made copies slightly bigger.

He made sure everything was in place when they got home, the boys tired as they walked down the hall only to pause "since this is the family wall, I thought you guys should have your family there as well"

(Name) managed to get ahold of Izana other family, the Sanos and got into regular contact with the boys grandfather.

The two parties met regularly and at some point the boys went to sleep overs with Mikey and Emma, their half and step siblings and vice versa.

It was nice seeing them so happy.

(Name) was happy that his sons and sort of step kids got along, apparently Mikey invited other friends as well to the sleep over.

The trio went to the grocery store to get some snacks for the sleep over, the two excited as apparently Mikey was starting some form of group and wanted them and their friends to be apart of it.

The two kept the whole gang activities away from their dad.

He was a worry wort to begin with.

"Ok I think this is good, you two think you need anything else?"

"No dad"

"This is fine dad"

That was another development, they regularly called him dad.

He totally didn't cry when they said it.

(Name) drove them to the Sano dojo, also dropping off dinners to give Emma and Grandpa Sano a break "hello again Mr.Sano" (name) said as the three bowed to their elder, the old man letting them in "why don't you boys bring this into the kitchen, yeah?"

"(Name)?" Emma called out as she poked her head from the hall to see her sort of step dad "ah, hello Emma!" (Name) said to the girl "the boys are putting the food away, I made sure to pack your favorite" (name) said kindly and Emma beamed "thank you!" She bounced to the kitchen to get her beloved food before Mikey snagged it.

(Name) chatted with Mr. Sano for a bit, enjoying some tea as the doorbell rang.

Mikey had joined them at this point and answered the door, letting a handful of teens inside.

"Well I guess I best be off, have a good night Mr. Sano" (name) said and got up to leave only to see a bunch of teenagers staring at him wide eyed "oh hello! I'm Izana and Kakuchos dad" he greeted the teens who looked at him like he was a god.

Draken sighed, having met (name) before and he wouldn't deny that Izana and Kakuchos dad was a total dilf but come on.

Have some class.

"Well you kids have fun, behave and remember I love you" (name) said to his kids and step kids, grandpa Sano going to go watch his shows before bed.

"Kakucho, Izana" Baji said slowly and the two knew he was gonna say some dumb shit "your dad's a total dilf"

"Shut the fuck up" Kakucho seethed and then came the argument of if they would have a chance with the twos dad amongst the non Sano/(lastname)s.

Except Sanzu.

Because Sanzu knew that his brother was seeing (name).

Because he totally went through his phone once and knew that (name) was also making plans for the boys to meet each other and such.

For now though? He just watched the group fight like idiots.

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers fluff #male reader #dad reader #izana x reader x kakucho #izana x male reader x kakucho #platonic

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bookshelf-dust · 1 year

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kids show up, and i get no kisses.

billy hargrove x gn!reader

word count: 1,254

warnings: swearing, suggestive comments, fluffy fluff

a/n: hi!! some billy for you. this is my way of romanticizing a holiday i’m not totally over the moon for, but this is how i wish it’d be. if you don’t celebrate it, you can skip this, or imagine eating a whole bunch of stuff you like, or ignore me as a whole. this is also me encouraging byler. i hope you enjoy it!! <33

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Billy's palm was warm where it rested on your bare thigh, callouses scratching back and forth from time to time. He'd made himself at home, his legs over yours, sticking where skin met skin. He had on those little green shorts despite the fact that it was freezing outside.

It was one of those days where neither of you had to work, and it was too cold for him to go outside. A day where he insisted on being on top of you the whole time, insisted on being all over you. Not that it bothered you. You did live together after all.

Billy was staring at the television, some rerun of something on. You thought he was paying attention, but his words told you he'd really been off thinking away.

"Are we supposed to, like, do Thanksgiving or somethin'?"

This would be your first major holiday living together, and honestly, you'd thought about it, but you weren't really sure. You certainly didn't want to go home, and that wasn't going to happen for Billy either.

You turned to look at him, light from the tv creating shadows on the slopes and plains of his face. He looked so pretty. "Do you wanna? Like eat together maybe?"

"Hm. Maybe?" Billy rubbed his nose. You reached over him to pull the chain on the lamp, room darkening from the now fully set sun. He set a hand on your back to steady you, but when you moved back he pulled you fully in his lap, setting your forearms on his shoulders.

"Did you celebrate it at home?" You questioned tentatively, swiping a thumb over his freckles and giggling lightly because of how much you liked them. He wouldn't even scold you for your fawning anymore.

"Mom cooked when I was a kid, but clearly that went to shit. Susan fucked something up on accident once and then Neil just made us go out to eat after that, or eat leftovers. I think we might've gone to like a grandparents or something when I was really young? I don't know."

"Why don't we figure something out, yeah? Pick stuff out. Maybe we could have Max over?"

Billy contemplated, dramatically taking your face in his hands. "Okay," he drawled.

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That's how you found yourself in the grocery store, list in hand as you searched through the potatoes for some that looked promising. You found some just as Billy returned with the peas he'd wanted.

Moving to another section, you looked through the pie crusts before glancing up to ask Billy for help. You caught him in the act of racing down the aisle, body hoisted up on the cart, leg pushing him off of the tile until he reached the end cap and spun around. Clearly he was bored.

He caught your gaze, tossing his head back and laughing because you'd seen him. But you didn't mind when he got like this. Any chance for him to release some of that childhood energy was good. Deserved.

"Need somethin' baby?" He put his hands on his hips, out of breath.

"You want pumpkin or apple pie?"

"Pumpkin."

"Good. Wasn't gonna make apple anyhow."

He grinned at you, fixing the collar on his jacket, brown leather worn in from years of wear. "What else do we need? I can get whatever you want."

He peered over your shoulder at the list, reading the things you hadn't marked off yet. "Milk, eggs, gravy. Come on sweet thing." Billy placed one hand on the cart, reaching the other out to take yours and place it on his belt so you could grab hold. "I'm on it."

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Billy was finishing deviled eggs when there was a knock at the door followed by, "I'm coming in! Please be decent!"

You laughed over the stove where you were finishing mashed potatoes. Max entered the kitchen along with Lucas and Will.

Billy wiped his hands off. "Hi boys. Hi shitbird." You turned in time to catch their hug—short, but kind, and followed by a yank of Max's pigtail.

Will made his way over to you. "Smells good." He hugged you sweetly and then snuck a roll. Lucas followed, and then Max.

"Are we having macaroni?" She asked, hopeful.

"Your brother made it." You looked over at the timer on the counter. "It's almost done." She laughed in triumph before offering her help, which you declined, telling the three of them to do whatever.

Billy cut up the turkey into thin slices, so that it was "fall-y apart-y" the way you liked, and then the five of you sat on the floor around the coffee table in the living room to eat, the Macy's parade on in the background.

Will sat to the left of you, Billy on your right. You took this as your gateway to breach the question, knowing he recognized your home as a safe space, even though everyone knew now. You turned to him and he looked up, watery doe eyes meeting yours. But apparently, Billy was wondering the same thing as you.

"How's Mike?" He asked, looking around you, beating you to the question.

Will blushed, but smiled nonetheless. "He's good. He's really good. Finished a campaign the other night."

"Yeah? That's good."

You all drifted into varying conversations throughout your meal, Billy and Lucas talking about basketball, while you, Max, and Will critiqued the varying dance groups in the parade or talked about what they were doing on fall break.

Eventually, Billy helped you clean up while the kids set up Monopoly on the table in place of the food.

Standing in front of the fridge, rearranging the Tupperware, Billy wrapped his arms around you, snuck his warm hands under your shirt to rub at the chub of your tummy. His nails grazed your sides, making you laugh.

You shut the fridge, turning around to face him. "Something you need, Mr. Hargrove?"

His smile reached his eyes, and you reached out for his freckles again. He leaned into your touch. "Just you. And I want pie."

"'Course you do. Anything else?"

"Kisses. Kids show up, and I get no kisses, even in my own damn house. Pretty please?" He batted his lashes at you. "I've been so good today."

"Today."

He scoffed. "Rude."

You took his face in your hands and kissed him anyhow, slow and sweet, eliciting a groan from him. You pulled away, but he muttered an "Uh, uh," instead.

This time he ran his tongue along your bottom lip, before slipping it into your mouth. You pulled away this time, making him pout. "B, in case you forgot, there are minors on the premises."

He kissed your forehead. "Yeah, yeah."

Speaking of, said minors joined the two of you in the kitchen and you doled out pie to each of them. Leaving you and Billy alone again, you watched as he spooned out cool whip on either of your slices. He rubbed your nose, ridding his index finger of the creamy substance he'd gotten on it.

He used it as an excuse to lick it off, swiping his tongue over your nose. "Billy!" You giggled—exactly the reaction he'd been hoping for.

The five of you spent the rest of the afternoon talking about everything and nothing, whining over board games, and eating yourselves so full that there was no other choice but for all of you to nap in various locations, splayed out over whatever surface was around.

You couldn't have asked for anything better.

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please let me know if you liked this! feedback is always appreciated!! comments and reblogs mean more than you know. <33

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x gn!reader #billy hargrove fic #billy hargrove fanfic #billy stranger things #billy hargrove comfort #savannah’s fics

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bomberqueen17 · 3 months

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kitchen colors

so ok it's the weekend and we were snowed in for a week and i've done a ton of unpacking but it's all invisible yay

but dude was making low-key plans for the weekend and i was like NO WE MUST GO TO THE HARDWARE STORE AND GET PAINT SAMPLES

i had to like. drag him to look at the paint chips idk why it was so difficult.

So we haggled and hemmed and hawed and held chips up in various spots and eliminated almost everything I'd brought home. Nothing would do as the accent color. But the wall color... we narrowed it down to Behr's Thai Teal, Celtic Queen, or Bella Vista. Celtic Queen was their pthalo-est green; Thai Teal and Bella Vista are almost the same except Thai Teal is dustier and Bella Vista clearer. Dude felt the cabinets having a dusty cast meant the wall should do, and I strongly felt the opposite. He yielded to my intensity of feeling on this.

But none of the colors I'd picked out were suitable as a trim color to pair with either of the teals or the green, so we'd have to go look. A lime green, perhaps, or a bright orange?

I also felt that painting the bay windowsill a strong color was the wrong choice, so we decided it should be a high-gloss white, but of course a shade of white that didn't clash with the white countertop. Not having a sample of countertop, I instead brought a spare backsplash tile with me to the hardware store, so I could tell what color of white I needed (ugh).

Thus ensued Hell: Trying to pick which of the hundred colors of white would match the tile without being too obviously not-white (which would clash with the white-white plastic of the electrical outlets and the plastic window frames, which I am not painting. The outlet and switch plates are getting painted or replaced with something decorative, sure, but the actual bit you put the plugs into is staying as it is, I'm not painting that shit). But, fortunately, Dude comes of graphic designer types, and came through for me.

[image: a man's hands, holding a white subway tile and several basically-white paint chips, in front of a hardware store display of paint chips in every shade imaginable of white, beige, black, or gray. This is my idea of hell.]

We tried lime green with the teal. It looked banger as fuck, but the only problem was, it also looked exactly like a really classic IKEA duvet cover pattern from about 2000. I could not paint my kitchen to look like the duvet cover Dude had when we met. That is not going to work out, psychically.

I picked a brilliant orange, and also hated it. It looked like... the 1970s. it looked. Too much. It popped but like, in a slightly upsetting way. it was giving Miami vibes, in an early-90s kind of way.

I dithered, and finally Dude went and picked a less red orange, in fact called Joyful Orange. That looked much better, and I got sample pots of Joyful Orange and Bella Vista to take home. (They are SEVEN DOLLARS each can you believe. Ah well.)

[image description: In the center of the photo, a section of wall trim is painted bright yellow-orange, next to a section of wall painted deep teal. To the right, a blue-washed cabinet corner, the white tile backsplash, and a section of counter with the tea kettle on it; to the left is the paler yellow in the distance of the living room, with a bunch of blurry stuff piled in the middle of the room.]

It's. Sort of parrot colors? But it's bright and it's bold. I like it in every lighting situation. So I think this is what I'm going with.

And then for the outlet covers, I got one lighter shade of turquoise, and then dug out my craft paints. I bought a couple of spare outlet covers at the hardware store-- forty-eight cents apiece? I'd be crazy not to-- lightly buffed them with some fine sandpaper, and went to town. This is just the first layer, once it dries I'm going to go back over and try to add realistic veining and like metallic glitter and such to make them look like turquoise gemstone material.

[image: lying on a crinkled paper towel, a US-style outlet cover is mottled in shades of turquoise paint, in an irregularly-textured pattern.]

Ah maybe I should do a layer of clear coat and then do the veining? We'll see. I'm not sure.

#about the author #kitchen remodel

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ereardon · 7 months

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Golden Hour || Ch. 2 [Bob Floyd x Bradley Bradshaw x OC]

A Bob Floyd & Bradley Bradshaw AU [Hart of Dixie inspired]

Synopsis: Willow, Georgia. Barely even a town, just a speck on a map that you tried to wipe off, mistaking it for a crumb. You’re the outsider: a fancy New York doctor, fresh out of a failed engagement, with zero primary care experience. You’re also the new town doctor, taking over for a recent retiree who was beloved. His son, Bob Floyd, is the other physician at the practice, and takes an immediate dislike to you. But you were looking for a fresh start, and Willow doesn’t seem all that bad if you can get past the fact that there's only one restaurant in town. It helps that you've caught the eye of Bradley Bradshaw, the town attorney, despite the fact that you vowed to take a break from dating. How long until you start to make friends in a town where social circles have been set in stone since elementary school? And what will it take to make Bob Floyd see you’re not as bad as he wants to believe you are?

Pairing: Bob Floyd x OC; Bradley Bradshaw x OC

Tropes: Love triangle, enemies to lovers

Warnings: Cursing, mention of vomit, alcohol

Chapter summary: Olive settles into her new home; the town comes down with the flu; Olive has a run in with Bradley at the grocery store; Bob is suspiciously absent during the flu pandemic and Olive arrives at his doorstep to confront him

WC: 3K

Masterlist here; first chapter here; next chapter here

You showed up at quarter to seven, double checking the address Phoenix had written down on the scrap of receipt paper.

This couldn’t be right.

The house was palatial. It was practically a plantation, if you could still call houses plantations. A sweeping iron gate out front, with a long driveway that ran straight back to an enormous white house with blue shutters and a round driveway out front.

You got out of the car, starting up the stairs. Just when you lifted your hand in a knock, the door swung open.

Phoenix stood with her hair dripping wet, a towel bunched up in her hands as she squeezed it dry. She had changed out of the overalls from earlier and now wore a pair of running shorts and a cropped t-shirt. “Olive!” she said. “You made it!”

You nodded. “Is now an OK time?”

“It’s perfect.” Phoenix slid out of the way. “Come on in.”

You stepped inside. The house was even more beautiful on the inside than the exterior, if that was possible. The foyer had a black and white tile flooring that led to a curved white staircase that hugged the left side of the room and rounded out gently on the second floor. An antique wood table sat beneath the curved staircase with the largest arrangement of flowers you had ever seen in one person’s home before.

Phoenix tracked your eyes. “It’s a lot, I know.”

“It’s fucking beautiful,” you said and her jaw dropped a little. You blushed. “Sorry, force of habit. It’s beautiful.”

She shook her head. “Doesn’t bother me, but trust me when I say some of the folks around here are a lot less welcoming than I am.”

You let out a sigh. “Tell me about it. Dr. Floyd has me on his shit list.” There you went again, cursing up a storm.

Phoenix frowned. “Bob? Really? He’s so nice.”

You cackled. “Nice? He’s been cold to me since the moment we met.”

She led you down a large main hallway which opened up at the back of the house to a large living room and kitchen. “Cold? That’s new,” she said. “What happened?”

You gave her the rundown of everything that had happened the second time you went to the clinic, including bumping into Bradley.

Natasha’s eyes lit up. “So you met Bradshaw, huh?”

You nodded.

She gave a knowing look. “He’s single,” she added.

“I’m not looking for a relationship right now.”

Phoenix opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of white wine. “And why not?”

You debated not telling her. You had made it approximately eight hours in Willow before divulging your past. But it was bound to come out anyway. And there was something about Phoenix that made you want to tell her things. Probably why she was a good bartender. You held out your left hand, the faint indentations of a ring still visible on the bare digit.

She nodded knowingly. “When did it happen?”

“Last week,” you said. “I came home from the hospital and he was already there, which was rare. Just sitting on the couch, head in his hands, and the minute I walked through the door he looked up and said it was over. I stormed out and threw the ring in the East River.”

Her mouth fell open. “You did not.”

You nodded. “Three carats, too. But I lost my shit and it was the first thing I could think to do.”

“Did he ask for it back?”

You shook your head. “No. But Peter has enough money, I don’t think it’ll make too big of a dent.” You winced and then added, “He was my attending.”

“Attending?”

“My boss,” you clarified. “He was the senior attending for fetal surgery. I was the fellow. Let’s just say that our relationship never went over well with the surgery group.”

Phoenix let out a whistle. “Hot damn, drama. I love it.”

You liked her immediately. There was something charming about the way she immediately poured you a drink even though she was off the clock, and the way her brown eyes locked on yours, like you were the only person in the room. Which you were, but that wasn’t the point. You knew that even in a room full of people, Phoenix had the ability to make it feel like she only had eyes for you.

And you needed a friend. More, now than ever.

You sighed. “Anyway, that’s why I left New York. And that is why I am definitely not ready to start dating.”

Phoenix smirked. “Honey, this is Willow. You’re going to get caught up with someone faster than sweat piling up on your upper lip in August. I mean, look at you.” Her eyes trailed over your slim skirt, tight cowl neck shell top, coiffed brown locks. “No wonder Bob was so angry with you showing up. You’re about to steal all his male patients.”

“Tell me about him,” you said, leaning both elbows on the counter. “I need to know about my competition.”

“Bob?” she asked. “I don’t know what to say. I’ve known him for years, since we were kids. All three of us: me, Bob, Bradley. He’s always been a little shy. He was the smart one. We all knew he’d follow in his daddy’s footsteps. He went to Emory for medical school, Bradshaw went to New York for law school, and I stayed here. But I always knew they’d come back.” She smiled ruefully. “Men always do.”

“Wait, Bradley went to New York?”

She nodded. “Columbia Law.”

You frowned. “How old is he?”

“Thirty one.”

You two were probably there at the same time. Him in the law school, you at the medical school.

“Bob is a good guy,” she added. “He’s a bit of a grouch. But it’s only because Dr. Robert retired and he’s been busier than ever.”

“He doesn’t seem to like me much.”

“We don’t get a lot of newcomers,” Phoenix said. “And the ones we do, most people tend not to like.”

“So I’m at an automatic disadvantage.”

“Yup.”

You sighed. “Great.”

Phoenix laughed, setting down her glass of wine. “Let me show you the guest house.”

The guest house was out back. Way out back. You couldn’t even see the main house anymore when Phoenix rounded a corner and stopped in front of a slightly dilapidated green two-story house. The front porch of the house sagged slightly and the door was a little off kilter.

Phoenix scooted up the steps and unlocked the door, holding it open. You quickly followed her inside. “It’s a little dusty, sorry about that,” she said. “And a little run down. But I think it should work.”

Inside there was a small entryway that led to a living room on one side and a bedroom on the other. Everything was covered in a thin layer of dust, and the furniture had sheets flung over it. Phoenix opened the blinds, letting light filter into the room, and put her hands on your hips.

“Ain’t much,” she said. “But it’s something.”

“I’ll take it.” What other options did you have? Besides, you liked Phoenix. She was the first and only person to be nice to you in Willow.

***

Your second day went just about as well as your first.

You showed up at the office at nine, to find it bustling with patients. A frazzled Molly sat at the front desk, hair askew.

“Where have you been?” she demanded as you walked through the door. “People been lining up this morning.” She handed you a stack of charts. “The flu.”

You grimaced. “The flu? In September?”

“When it rains it pours.”

You groaned. “Alright, give me two minutes to get a cup of coffee.”

“No time,” Molly said, steering you toward the dusty office at the front of the building. “Mr. Schwartz has been waiting for forty minutes and he’s just about the most impatient man I’ve ever met.” She turned around, faking a smile. “Mr. Schwartz? The doctor will see you now.”

A grisly looking man stood up, face pale and sweaty. You smiled delicately. “Hi, I’m Dr. James—”

He waved a hand in your face. “Don’t care, sweetheart. Gonna be sick so get out of the way.”

You winced as he barged into the exam room and unloaded his stomach in the trash. Molly scampered away as you closed the door and pulled on a pair of gloves.

The rest of the day was no better. Patient after patient sick with a mysterious flu that was going around. There was nothing you could do for them besides check their vitals, remind them to hydrate, explain proper hygiene to minimize getting other family members sick, and send them home to rest. But yet they came in droves.

By three o’clock, you had seen countless patients, and Bob’s door had never been opened. You frowned. “Where is he?” you asked Molly.

She looked up from a cup of tea. “The doctor is not in.”

You rolled your eyes. “I know that, it’s why I’m up to my elbows in puke. Where is he? When is he coming in?”

“He’s not. It’s his day off.”

“Day off?” you scoffed as the door opened and three more people shuffled into the waiting room. “Fuck,” you muttered under your breath.

“Dr. James!” Molly scolded. “This is a family town.”

“You’re right,” you said, squaring your shoulders and turning around, gesturing to the taller man slumped against the wall. “Sir? I can take you back now.”

Finally, it was dark out and you made your way back to the guest house to shower. But halfway through the shower the water ran cold and you realized you were out of shampoo.

“Fuck!” you shouted, this time not caring if anyone could hear.

At the market, you stood with sopping wet hair, staring at two bottles of Suave shampoo. So much for your Oribe hair products that were probably in the trash already back in New York. Peter never cared much for their scent.

You sighed, grabbing the green bottle.

“Didn’t think I’d have to fight someone for my favorite shampoo tonight.”

You whipped around. Bradley Bradshaw stood two feet away wearing a pair of chinos and a polo, looking way too fresh for the end of a hot Georgia day. He grinned, taking in your short denim shorts and cropped tank, wet hair and bare face.

“Long day, doc?” he asked.

You rolled your eyes. “You have no idea. I’ve got a hot tip for you. Wash your hands when you get home. Whole town has the flu.”

He nodded. “Yeah, I heard. Sounds like a bad day.”

“Understatement.”

“Then you need ice cream,” Bradley said, moving over to the freezer section. “Are you a chocolate girl?”

“Is there any other kind of girl?” you asked and he chuckled.

“Here, this should solve anything.” He waved a pint of Ben & Jerry’s Half Baked in the air.

You sighed in relief. “Thank God there’s ice cream here. I thought maybe it would be a churn your own butter kind of place.”

Bradley laughed, holding out his hand. “Here. Let me buy that for you.”

“Really?”

He nodded. “I insist. A girl shouldn’t have to buy her own ice cream at the end of a long day.”

You handed him the shampoo bottle and bottle of wine that was under one arm and he grinned, carrying them alongside the ice cream to the counter. He paid, chatting with the cashier briefly, before accepting the bag and ushering you out of the store. The hot summer air hit your skin and you felt immediately filthy again. “God, is it always this humid? Feels like I’m walking through a room filled with Jell-O.”

“Pretty much,” Bradley said. Under the glow of the street lamp, you saw no sweat on his brow. Was he even human? “Just wait until November though. Winter is perfect.”

You groaned. “Will I make it to November? Will I make it to next week even?”

“I hope so.” There was something leading in his words. “Heard you’re staying out at the Wilkes plantation.”

Wilkes. That must be Phoenix’s family name. You nodded. “Yeah. Phoenix offered me a place. It’ll do.”

“She’s a nice girl.”

“Pretty much the only friend I have,” you admitted.

Bradley flashed his bright white smile. “Looking for another?”

You squinted. “What are you getting at, Bradshaw?”

“Go on a date with me, doc,” he said.

You grabbed the plastic bag from his hand. “Or else?”

He put his hands up. “Or else nothing. I’m not threatening you, Olive. I don’t badger witnesses. Just wanted to take the pretty new doctor out for dinner sometime.”

“That sounds nice,” you said. “But I’m a mess right now. I just got out of a big relationship and it’s complicated.” You looked up. “I know that sounds like a cop out, but it’s the truth.”

“Fair enough.” Bradley fiddled with his keys. “Well, goodnight then, Olive.”

You turned, headed back to your car. “Goodnight, Bradley.”

You unlocked the car, before his voice carried across the town square. “Hey, Olive?”

Turning, you spotted Bradley with both hands in his pockets. “Yeah?”

“Messes are kind of my specialty,” he said and you laughed. “Being a lawyer and all. Just thought you should know that.”

You shook your head. “You’re trouble, aren’t you?”

He grinned. “It’s called small town charm, Olive.”

You slipped into the front seat of the car and turned it on, audibly sighing as the air conditioning wafted over your sweaty skin. Up ahead, Bradley turned the corner, disappearing down a darkened street. You leaned back against the headrest and closed your eyes.

***

Where the fuck was Bob?

It had been three days of the flu and he hadn’t bothered to show up to work. Molly was no help either.

“Call him again,” you demanded.

She gave you a sour look. “If he didn’t pick up earlier, why would he pick up now?”

You huffed, strutting away in your Jimmy Choos.

Add buying new, Willow-friendly shoes to your to-do list. Right behind kill Dr. Bob Floyd.

Finally, one the last patient emptied out of the waiting room, you grabbed your purse and keys, over Molly’s cries of protest. Your rental car barreled down Bob’s suburban street, just off the main square, skidding to a loud stop in front of his house.

It was cute. That was the first thing you noticed. The second was that his car, an old Audi sedan, was in the driveway, which meant that he was home.

You sighed, stepping out and ringing the doorbell, foot tapping in your heels. No answer. You rang it again, impatiently, straining over the edge of the door to look through the small window at the top. Ringing it one more time, you started to knock when you heard the lock unclick, the door swinging open slowly.

Bob Floyd stood in the doorway wearing a hoodie and a pair of pajama pants, his face pale, glasses sitting perfectly on his tiny button nose, hair combed back neatly. “Dr. James,” he said gruffly.

You squinted. “Where have you been? I’ve been up to my ears in vomit and ear exams and dramamine and not a fucking peep about where you were or when you were coming back. Just a constant stream of sick people.”

“You’re a doctor, Olive,” he said and his voice was more than gruff, it was scratchy. “You should be used to sick people by now.”

“Are you?” Oh fuck. “Are you sick?”

He raised an eyebrow. “What gave you that idea?”

“Hoarse voice, pale pallor, heavy clothes in the summer heat.”

“It’s like you went to medical school or something.”

You folded your arms over your chest. “Well come on, let me examine you.”

As you started to step inside, the cool air beckoning you, Bob held out a hand, only inches from your chest. You looked down and he removed it. “No thank you.”

“But you’re sick,” you countered.

“I know that,” he replied. “Do you know how I know that? I went to medical school, just like you did. I am more than qualified to take care of myself, Dr. James.”

You frowned. “I’m just trying to help.”

“I am one patient who really does not need your help,” he said. “Now if you don’t mind, I was enjoying a rather nice nap.”

You took a step back, practically frozen. In New York, such bluntness would have been standard. Expected. But in Willow, Bob’s shun felt like a dig that would never stop hurting. “Are you sure?” you asked.

His blue eyes softened a miniscule amount. If you hadn’t been watching him so closely you wouldn’t have noticed. His bottom lip dropped an inch, as if he was about to say something. But then he decided against it, mouth turned back into a fine, tight line. “Yes.”

You nodded. “OK. Just call Molly when you think you’re ready to come back and I’ll handle the patients in the meantime.”

“That is why my father hired you,” Bob said.

“Yeah. It is.” You lingered. “I, um, I guess I’ll see you around.”

You climbed down the front stairs of Bob’s ivory house, stuffing yourself back into the driver’s seat.

Why was it that you could feel the heat of his gaze burning the back of your head as you drove away? And why did it, for just a second, feel like he was about to cave when you asked if he was sure?

You were going to crack him. Buy new shoes, order hair products online, and make Bob Floyd stop hating you.

Your to-do list just kept on growing.

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thelampisaflashlight · 1 year

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I think most people have had a "They don't have it in my size." moment with clothing before and knows how disheartening it can be.

For me, it's usually shoes that give me the biggest struggle for a multitude of reasons (sizes available, quality of the product that is in stock, and style), but ya know what almost made me cry in the hardware store today?

Gloves.

Fucking work gloves.

They only had medium to xl sizes for the work gloves I needed, and none of the other gloves would have fit either (I wear small to medium, but the actual mediums do not fit me, because they're sized for medium to large hands, and the small to medium ones are for the smaller side of medium... because sizing is stupid like that.).

And to kind of add to it, they didn't have the tiling I needed, and the next store we went to didn't have the other things I wanted either, so what started as a mild annoyance devolved into me just having a shit time.

I was looking at my dad, because he knew I was not having a good time, because I got so quiet and couldn't even enjoy picking out plants for our garden like I wanted to, and was like, "Look, I need to get something for me, because otherwise this whole trip was a wash, and I need a win."

But even while I was looking at the board games and stuff, because I needed something to boost my mood, and I was like, "I don't even know if I want anything, because I had things I wanted and they didn't have them."

So I'm standing there, looking at puzzles and stuff going, "I just want to go home."

And, ya know what?

I almost did go home with nothing.

But at the same time I kind of knew if I did that, if I didn't get at least something small, I'd probably regret it/be upset about it, and in turn that'd make my dad upset about it, and I had to articulate to my dad in the hardware store prior to this that, "I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at the situation." because he thought I was upset with him.

Which is a big ol' lesson in taking accountability for your own emotions, because I was aware of why I was angry, and because I told him why I was angry, he was more sympathetic than defensive when I was still upset leaving the store.

In the end, I did buy something for me, and I also paid for my my dad's purchase as well because I was like, "I need to do this."

So, yeah, I, as a grown ass human being, almost had a breakdown over gloves today.

It happens, and there's no real lesson here other than that if you communicate your feelings and find a way to accomplish something, even if it's kind of a silly/arbitrary task it can help at least a little bit more than just stewing in it.

I say, still kind of stewing in it, but mostly because, of all things to have in stock in surplus but not in the size you need it... gloves?

Like, I can't be the only person with little hands doing the work I do.

And if you're wondering why this is a big deal, I need to be able to manipulate/hold things while wearing gloves and would like to not have the finger material bunching up at the tips or slipping off my hands when I'm cleaning duck shit or hammering nails.

Anyway, that's my rant over.

#Lamp rambles #Can a duck be a cashier?

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delilahcalicocat · 1 month

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~♡Please Dear ♡~

{Rating: Smut}

{Warnings: Swearing, Use of Sex Toys, Throat Fucking, Dom/Sub dynamic, Pet Name Use, Orgasm Denial, 3-some, Lingerie, Teasing.}

{Pairing: Young Bucks x Fem!Reader}

🚾: 1k+

【Summary: It's Y/N's Birthday, and she feels the need to tease her Boyfriends, only to be taught a lesson by them】

[Y/N's POV:]

It was August 6th, AKA. My birthday, Matt and Nick allowed me to go out shopping without them, little did they know. I went to my favorite store "Mama's Bow-tique", I picked up a bunch of stuff. Including a really cute nightgown!

~♤~ After Y/N arrives home ~◇~

"Happy Birthday Hun." Matt Cooed as he hugged me

"Where the fuck did you go? You were gone for 3 hours!" Nick Asked

"Nicky! Calm down. It's her birthday!" Matt sighed

"Fine." Nick sighed

~♧~ After They Ate Dinner ~♡~

"So what did you buy?" Nick persisted

"I bought a bunch of toys.." I giggled

"What Kind of Toys?" Nick questioned

"Probably Sex Toys-" Matt Added

"Oh... My naughty girl~" Nick Hummed

I felt my cheeks turn red, and my legs clenched on instinct.

{♡}~ That Night ~{♡}

"Ok Ready?" I asked, Standing in the bathroom

"We're ready Y/N" Nick and Matt Said in unison

I walked out in a cute Blue Lingerie set, that had a matching Collar, I pulled on the leash a little and both of my boyfriends sharply inhaled.

That was until they put the newly bought handcuff sets to the headrest on the bed and I was tied up, as Matt held a vibrator to me and Nick fucked my throat Mercilessly.

"We're- Gonna- Teach- You a lesson" Nick Said in between choked out moans

I felt my own pleasure swell up like a bubble in my stomach right as it was about to pop, Matt pulled the Vibrator away from me.

"Ah-Ah Dove. You have to beg for it." He coldly spoke

Nick pulled his cock out of my mouth and sighed "go on doll, beg for it." He chuckled coldly after that

"Fuck! Please Matty! Let me Cum!" I begged to Matt.

"Good Girl, Now go on. Cum." He demanded

That seemed to have coaxed my orgasm straight out and it felt like a breath of air, Until Matt slammed his cock into me. I gasped out sharply only for it to become a gag as Nick continued to Fuck my throat

"Nicky.." Matt Called Batting his eyelashes innocently

"Yes Matt?" Nick said

"Why don't we switch?" Matt proposed

"Just let me" Nick got cut off by his own Orgasm, in which he came down my throat and i took it all

"Now we can switch Matt" Nick said

By the 8th round of the night, I had no more stamina. But somehow these Fuckers could go for thirty more rounds.

"Ohh look how Cock-Drunk our girl is" Matt Cooed

Which pushed me over the edge and caused me to use my last bit of stamina

"Good Girl. Now let's clean up for bed.." Nick Hummed

I glanced at the clock and it read 12:30am, we started at 5:00pm how the actual fuck!?

But Out of the whole ordeal, I got to sleep in my new nightgown, the next morning I woke up to a hum against my body, and saw Nick holding a little bullet vibrator Against me

"Ready for round 10?" He asked

I looked over at the clock and it read 6:00am

"Sure.. I guess" I groggily said

"Good sweetheart, this time we'll be gentler." Matt hummed

I just hope that 6:00am won't bleed into 6:00pm, cause goddamn they know their shit..

A few seconds later, they of course had just begun to get ready for this whole early morning shit. Matt on the other hand, was already Fucking my throat, and Nick was still getting ready to do his shit.

He also had kept the vibrator in contact with my pussy until he finally entered me.

By 6:10am I was a sweaty Moaning mess..

"This good?" Nick asked

"Please Dear, go faster" I begged

"Ok" He did so

Something tells me it's gonna be a long day.

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rivetgoth · 3 months

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i just got top surgery, if you can could you tell me about the whole process for you? i dont have any specific questions i need answered

Omg congrats on your surgery first of all!!

And sure!

I’m not sure which specific part of the process you’re curious about but I’m gonna focus on aftercare and recovery since I assume that would be your main focus right now.

I got double incision with free nipple grafts and drains. The moment I saw my chest for the first time I just remember feeling this sort of contentment and relief. Like “Oh, this is how it’s supposed to look.” The hospital I went to required patients to stay overnight so my first ~24 hours post-op were in a hospital bed hooked up to IV. I’m extremely grateful for this because by coincidence (the overnight stay was already planned in advance) I had a bad reaction to the anesthetic. I was entirely safe, nothing scary, but it causes me severe nausea and exhaustion and I didn’t feel loopy at all, just absolutely awful. I didn’t really sleep at all that night, I lay there falling asleep in weird short intervals, waking up, needing to pee, then stumbling back to bed. At one point I walked into the bathroom and it was covered in blood. I was so drugged out of my mind that I couldn’t really process it, it felt like I was dreaming.

After that the healing process was pretty easy though. I was prescribed antibiotics for like 10 days, oxycodone for half that time, and some really strong ibuprofen. They also gave me one of those anti-nausea patches on the back of my neck. I struggled with a bunch of nausea for the first day after getting out of the hospital but never threw up. I was pretty functional right away. I wouldn’t necessarily recommend this but within the first 48 hours out of the hospital I was walking a few blocks to the closest grocery store and carrying groceries back. Felt like shit but survivable. About 4 days post-op I took a train 4-5 hours north to see family on my own then was in a car for another 4ish hours back home a couple days later. Just took a shitload of oxycodone and ibuprofen and played video games and listened to music the whole way, totally survivable. So it really wasn’t all that bad.

About 3 weeks post-op I went back to school and work. At the time I was on a pretty walking-heavy campus with tons of hills. I applied for short term disability just in case I had trouble carrying my textbooks around or walking up hills or something but tbh I never needed to utilize it, it was fine. I was super tired but fully functional. So overall I’d say recovery was pretty easy. I had limited mobility for a couple of weeks, it hurt to raise my arms above my head, needed help reaching some things and showering was a bit tricky, but over time that went away.

I’d say without a doubt the worst parts of recovery were:

Not being able to shower for the first week. This absolutely fucking sucked lol. I was so greasy it’s not even funny. I would try to rinse my hair with Angel’s help over the tub and do like sponge baths basically but it was NOT the same. Definitely recommend dry shampoo (we didn’t think of it until after).

Sleeping on my back. I am NOT naturally a back sleeper. I really struggled with this. Having a dick piercing now I’ve gotten better at it lol but at the time especially it was so incredibly difficult to sleep this way, I was already crazy uncomfortable from surgery and being greasy and tired and sore and then on top of that I could NOT get comfortable to fall asleep.

I had some weird emotional and hormonal responses to the surgery. My period returned in full force about two weeks after my surgery for the first and only time since it stopped on T. At that time I also experienced some pretty nasty post-op depression. I think it was a mixture of weird dysphoria (mostly a sort of existential frustration that I had to go through the procedure in the first place), hormonal imbalances (again, my period returning…), and just general emotional response to recovering from a surgery and frustration with the minutia of the recovery process. I just felt really, really low. Tired and tired of being tired. This passed over time, but it was not fun.

Pettier complaints: Nipple grafts suck to heal and look disgusting at first. Trust the process lol. Wearing the compression vest is kind of annoying. I was like, dude, I got this surgery so I don’t have to bind anymore! 😭 Anesthetic can (and did) cause constipation. I had to buy laxatives. None of this was unbearable but it definitely all added up and contributed to the post-op depression.

Stay hydrated, eat well, take probiotics, take vitamins and supplements, take vitamin C and zinc, a small amount of exercise/physical movement is good but don’t overdo it, get lots of rest, and listen to your surgeon’s advice. If you’re not sure, ask.

I think my biggest advice is to remember that our bodies are pretty primitive things—Injury is injury to them. You’re getting a surgery you wanted to better your life longterm, your body is purely focused on healing, and is responding to awareness of an injury. It’s hard to feel super excited about the surgery right away, you’ll be too deep in your body’s healing response to physical trauma. It’s exhausting at times and it can almost feel like your body is working against you. It’s NOT. I found undergoing top surgery (and transitioning in general) to be an amazing meditative process in aligning your brain to your body better, but that’s a process, a relationship you form through work the same as any other. You need to trust your body’s natural healing process.

Bodies are weird and healing is messy. I had weird inexplicable symptoms that I’d tell myself I’d contact my surgeon about if they persisted or worsened and they didn’t. I had UTI-like symptoms for a day that went away on their own. I had really uncomfortable weird restless leg syndrome for a night or two. One of my drains came detached from the tape holding it down and it had no negative effect. One of my nipples looked vaguely infected but my surgeon was unconcerned and it healed fine. None of this was serious, try not to worry if things seem a little odd, unless symptoms get progressively worse, show no signs of getting better, or are really, really obvious signs of infection/complication. Just listen to your body and take care of it.

I felt comfortable going out shirtless after about… a year or so? It took about that much time for things to settle. For a few months it almost looked like I had excess skin sagging on the sides, this went away by the 12ish month mark. Nowadays I don’t do any body building but I try to do some push ups every day to keep my chest somewhat fit. 4 years in and sensation is still minimal, definitely doesn’t have the same sensitivity as the rest of my body, but it also continues to return every day! Literally to this day I notice new shooting nerve sensations growing deep in my chest now and again. A few months ago I had notable nipple sensation for the first time since the surgery. My scars are still fading, although my chest generally seems to pass for cis irl which is awesome.

I could go on and on about all the small details but I think I’ve talked your head off enough for now hahaha. I love my results and I’d do the whole process over again a thousand times if it meant having what I have now. Literally changed (and saved) my life.

#ftm

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emi-writings · 10 months

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Of Ink and Flowers

This is one of my one-shots that I had uploaded to Ao3 that I had saved on my laptop. It's a classic florist/tattoo artist fanfic featuring tntduo. I'd thought I'd upload it here for any tntduo fans in desperate need of content.

Please enjoy!

“Hey Big Q, you hear the news?”

Quackity turned to face Foolish as he walked through the doors to his tattoo parlor. He loved his store – classy, sleek, and stylish, with a touch of his own personal flair, it was his baby. He had put in a lot of hard work into his business, and he was proud of its success. So, of course, he had a hunch of what Foolish had discovered and was concerned about. Not only did he do his research to stay on top, he also had eyes that noticed the set-up of a flower shop directly across the street from his store. Right across from the entrance he had just stepped through.

“Yeah, I noticed” Quackity sighed, “I wonder if it’ll be better than that jewelry store?”

“Well, we were here first – if you don’t want to sell your products around people with tattoos, don’t open your store across from a tattoo parlor” Foolish said.

Quackity patted Foolish’s shoulder, “Well entitled people don’t see the world the way we do. Have you seen the owner? Or anybody who works there?”

“Yeah, some guy around our age but ridiculously tall. Big friendly giant kind of energy, at least from what I’ve seen” Foolish answered.

“You guys talking about the new florist? We’ve started taking bets on how long he’s going to last” Sam said as he entered the store front.

Quackity laughed, “You’re all terrible people. We shouldn’t judge the new guy just because the last store tried to start shit.”

“Okay, if you’re so confident, why don’t you offer to help him?” Sam gestured behind them.

Quackity turned and noticed a truck had just parked outside of the flower shop, the owner appeared to be stuck alone to sort out his new inventory. The tattoo artist wondered for a moment if the florist had anyone else employed under him, or if he was stuck doing everything by himself. He felt a little bad for the florist who worked hard to get his stock into his new store. He looked over at his two employees and knew that he was the one who would be going to offer his assistance. With a glare he went to go give the florist some assistance.

So, he walked out across the street to the truck and waited for the florist to take notice of him. He also took the opportunity to admire the store’s design. The name of the store, ‘Soot’s Enchanting Flowers’, was written in a stylized calligraphy font. The style was more cottagecore and witchcraft vibes, which made sense based on the name of the shop, but had just a touch of class that Quackity could appreciate. The store was basically a place where you would want to take a selfie in every corner, it was just missing its flowers.

“Need a hand?” when the florist turned around, Quackity continued, “I’m from across the street and I saw you struggling. I figured I’d offer to help.”

The florist smiled, “Thank you, I’d appreciate it, but I don’t want to take away from your work. My brothers were supposed to help me, but a bunch of things came up, so they’re delayed.”

“It’s no problem at all. We’re not even open yet, it’s all just preparations” Quackity replied.

“Alright, then I guess I’ll accept your help. I’m Wilbur” the florist said with a grin.

Wilbur was a giant. That had been the first thing Quackity noticed about him. But, as Foolish had stated, he did give off friendly giant vibes. For starters, the flower shop uniform was a pale green, long-sleeved button up underneath a pale blue apron with flower embroidery trimming and the store name on the chest. His smile was kind and patient, and he had a sort of boy next door kind of charm to him. He would be the kind of man anyone would be glad to bring home to meet their mother.

“Quackity” the tattoo artist introduced, “Direct me where you need me.”

With that, Quackity followed Wilbur’s instructions as he helped unload everything the florist needed into his shop. He got to watch as what he had thought was a beautiful, cottagecore-vibe store had transformed into a fantasy paradise right before his eyes. Flowers covered every corner as if the store was the embodiment of spring itself. What caught Quackity’s eye was the stunning floral wreath behind the counter shaped to look like two crescent moons with a full moon in the center, with five crystals dangling from the center moon by decorative string.

Really, when Quackity thought about it, there were a lot of little details around the shop that made it stand out. Moon imagery was everywhere you looked in the décor – from shelving, to suncatchers, to mirrors. Behind the counter space were also a series of shelves, two triangles pointed upwards and two pointed downwards – with one of each of the pairs having a shelf that extended past the edge of triangle. There was also a charming set of bells on the door that would alert the florist if anyone entered, styled with a small pentacle on the very top of each bell.

“Is that everything?” Quackity asked.

Wilbur laughed, “Everything in that truck. Thank you, really. This would have taken forever without your help.”

“Just being a good neighbor” Quackity replied, “If you ever need anything else, you can always come bother me or my workers. We’ll be more than happy to help.”

“Still, let me get you a drink or something to make up for the hard work” Wilbur started walking into the backroom, “Do you have any preferences? Or dietary restrictions?”

“No, surprise me” Quackity called.

Wilbur made some kind of noise of agreement in the back, before he was silent for a moment, which allowed Quackity to admire the store a bit more. When the florist returned, Quackity did a double take at the two drinks he had on his tray. Through the clear glasses was a clear gradient in the drink, from a red to a bright gold. When Wilbur set the drinks in front of them, the tattoo artist wondered for a moment if this was an attempt of sabotage.

“Did you just make a Tequila Sunrise?” Quackity couldn’t believe anyone would make anything alcoholic this early in the workday.

The florist laughed loudly, “It’s actually a Pomegranate Sunrise. Looks very similar, but it’s non-alcoholic. It also makes for getting a very good reaction from people who don’t know any better.”

“You are a man of chaos, Mr. Soot” Quackity grinned.

The florist hadn’t been lying to him, when Quackity took a hesitant sip, he realized from the taste that it really had been a mocktail rather than a proper cocktail. And the tattoo artist had to respect a man who intentionally drank mocktails just to get reactions out of people who thought he was drinking a proper cocktail before it had even reached lunchtime. It must have made for some good fun from time to time.

“Hey, can I ask you a question?” Wilbur’s expression had turned serious as he said this.

“Yeah, shoot.”

“So, you’re from the tattoo shop across the street, right?” Wilbur gestured towards Quackity’s store.

Quackity knew this was the moment of truth, “I own it, actually.”

“Oh, so you can tell me the prices of your services? Because ever since I started moving here, I knew I wanted to try you guys out” Wilbur said and shattered Quackity’s world.

Quackity tried not to sound too surprised, “You want to get inked?”

Wilbur returned that with a sly grin, “I would like to add to my collection, yes.”

“You have ink?” Quackity leaned forward, “You have to show me.”

“I don’t know, I don’t have much incentive too” Wilbur made a show of consideration.

“Come on, don’t tease me like this. It’s my job; I want to see what I’d be working with” Quackity said.

“How about a little deal instead?” Wilbur suggested, “I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours.”

Quackity gave a wicked grin, “There are far better ways to ask me to get naked.”

“I didn’t say that!”

“Considering how many tattoos I got, you might as well have” Quackity explained, still teasing, “I’d have to strip down to my underwear.”

Wilbur had gained a wonderful blush, “You can find some shorts, I’m sure.”

“Still, I think you should buy me dinner first before I start removing layers” Quackity continued.

“Are you asking me out?”

“Are you accepting, pretty boy?”

Before they could continue, Quackity’s phone chimed, “Damn I have to go back.”

“Duty calls” Wilbur gave a dramatic sigh, “I guess I’ll just have to agree on the date just to continue this conversation.”

Quackity laughed, “Well then I guess I’ll see you tomorrow night.”

“You haven’t told me where we we’re going?” Wilbur asked.

“Wear something casual, I’ll pick you up” Quackity grinned, “Give me at least a little sneak peak before I go?”

Wilbur laughed, before he unbuttoned a few of his top buttons, then turned around and exposed his back a little bit. Just beneath his neck, spanning from shoulder to shoulder was a tattoo that spanned seven different phases of the moon. Different flowers surrounded the moon phases, with a set of crystals growing from one of the crescent moons, a lunar moth perched on another. While Quackity admired it, he couldn’t help but notice that there was another design that just peaked from the sleeve of Wilbur’s shirt.

“Do you have a sleeve?” Quackity asked.

Wilbur shrugged as he fixed his shirt, “You’ll have to wait and see.”

#tntduo #quackbur #tntduo fanfic #tntduo fic

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vickylamore · 2 years

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ATEEZ As Fathers On Their Child's First Day Of School

notes; can yall imagine them as parents 😭 obviously this is entirely fictional but I was seeing a few for NCT and I'm like, "what if ___ the type to take a bunch of pictures just to embarrass their kid later on?" And poof, came the idea. More under the cut!

Seonghwa

Now, you know he's an amazing father, just like the rest of the group. He's smart, cunning and super responsible so you know damn well the man's prepared for the first day of school.

You as his S/O will 100% take care of the back-to-school shopping because somehow, you know that he'll spend all the money uniquely on drawing things.

"Look at this one, this one's filled with glitter. You want this one, bub?"

"Hwa, you got six different brands of glitter markers."

"And? We gotta test out every single one to figure out which ones the best."

Anyways. The glitter markers are 100% more for him than his child but you didnt hear it from me.

Hwa does however take care of the snacks and all things nutrition for his child. And its down to the bone.

Snacks that are litterally so good that you could snack on for days AND theyre healthy? Check. Juice boxes that are the real deal and none of the fake flavors? Check.

Oh? You asked about lunchables? SeongHwa makes them, doesn't buy.

A litteral homemade chef.

He wants his child to have a good meal at school :((

And as for his child's water bottle, they customized that shit UP.

Teaches them things like manners etc.

He 100% sets six different alarms to make sure he doesn't mess up his child's special day.

Turns out that he didn't need all of them because he woke up half an hour before the first one.

On the first day of school, you swore you saw this man shed a tear as soon as his child hopped into the school bus and it drove away. His baby's all grown up now and going to school, he's a mess.

You totally caught that on video tho ;)

Hongjoong

You know those dads that do everything by the book and make sure everything is perfect down to the nail?

Yeah, that's Hongjoong.

He's so ready, its ridiculous.

If you didnt know he only had one child, you'd think its his fifth rodeo.

He definitely has a budget for everything and spends excatly the amount planned.

He's also quite the fashionista.

He definitely makes his child walk the runaway in store dressing/changing rooms. If you're gonna walk, you BETTER walk. His words.

No but wait until he finds the clearance section and he goes berserk. He finds the best and most comfortable clothes for like 10$, its insane.

"Look at you, all suit up! If anyone asks, you get your fashion taste from your father and not from your mother."

"Excuse me?"

Hongjoong's the one taking pictures, but about one to three pictures. He believes that even the worst taken one has the best stories behind them.

He let his child customize their backpack. You want a dragon and snowflakes on it? You got a deal.

Lowkey the type of parent that makes sure their child knows the alphabet and how to count to ten. He wants his child to go, "I know how to count because of my daddy!" <3

He also tries to still his child's hair but it goes really wrong and you gotta save the day before you ALL start stressing cause you got no time left.

Gives the biggest hug to his child :( he's so proud of them.

When he goes back home, he kinda feels sad :(( although his S/O is right there, the house feels so empty without his little baby.

But then, when his child gets back from school, he's definitely spoiling them with ice cream or something. And they totally went to the park after too.

Yunho

Probably the one of the softest out of all of them.

Yunho just looks at his child and goes, "ah, when did you grow up so fast?"

He actually wants to stuff his child in his bag and take them everywhere, they're like the perfect duo its insane.

When it comes to school supplies, he's cautious about what you guys buy. Scissors? Are they safe? His baby is like five years old, he doesn't want them hurting themselves.

He really is the type of parent that makes sure their child has SHOE drip. A pair of shoes for every occasion.

Notebooks or binders? No, shoes.

Red shoes, blue shoes, yellow shoes, dress shoes, sneakers, cleets EVEN if his child doesn't play soccer.

Shoes.

You get the point.

He watched tutorials on how to do their child's hair, especially if he has a daughter. He practiced BEFORE the first day of school because he wants to be prepared.

"Daddy, why are you parting my hair like that?"

"Trust the process, sweetheart."

He definitely engages his child in any cognitive or stimulative games like puzzles. And he plays with them all the time (although he's manipulated because he somehow bargains with his child and he somehow always loses and said child ends up on his phone).

On the first day of school, he's so giddy. He's never not smiling.

He legit hoisted his child on his back and ran all the way down the street. They probably did like... three tours of the block before Yunho got tired.

Yunho and his child have a waving contest while the bus drives away. They kept waving until the bus turned the corner at the end of the street.

When his child came back, they definitely played games while she/he talks about their day.

Yeosang

Forget about helping the child, help him instead.

Yeosang is confused, but isn't but he is at the same time.

Confused? Here:

On the first day of school, he knows where the bus should pick up his child yet spends five minutes looking for the street despite the fact that its a block from where you live.

Anyways.

My man is HOOKED in. Makes sure his child knows his/her worth because they are special.

He WILL write cute little notes all over the house and send his child on a quest to find of all of them and read them.

^ he does this because he knows some kids can be super mean so his child is gonna have a heart of gold and armor of steel. Nothing else, nothing more.

His child is the one to show him hand games like STICKS and Patty-Cake. He looks at them half the time like, "am I doing this right?"

"I don't know daddy, I think."

Bless their souls.

Unlike the others, Yeosang knows how to do his child's hair. Litterally an angel. Does the cutest do for them, its adorable :(

The morning of the first day of school, Yeosang prepares the best breakfast for his little one, cutting the pancakes in shapes and drawing a smiley face on the eggs.

If he doesn't take pictures then you, his S/O, does. He wouldn't know you took any until you guys get back home.

When his child is fully dressed with their bag on and ready to go, he kinda just stares at them. Like... thats his baby finally going out in the social world to be social and learn :(

He's so locked in that you called him like three times and he snapped out of it like, "huh? What did I miss?"

On the way to the bus stop, Yeosang does not let go of his child's hand.

Gives the biggest forehead kiss before they go onto the bus and they, again, just stare at each other while the bus rolls away.

Protect them, Im begging.

San

Just look AT HIM :(

Anyways, San will make the day 100x more exciting than it actually is.

They have a countdown calendar until the first day of school... they started when his child was three years old.

Is the type to read a bedtime story to their child and forget that its past their bedroom. They ended up reading five different ones.

They also made a fort the night before, and they fell asleep in said fort. Its still up, you don't have the heart to take it down.

Does everything for his child. They want pancakes for breakfast? Bet. They want strawberries and chocolate chip cookies? Who could say no to that beautiful face.

Hes lowkey manipulated by his child. The kid wants cookies for their school lunch and San was this close to agreeing.

Its okay, you can shake your head.

Stickers! He picked a sticker to put on his lunchbox and backpack, they decorated it themselves.

He lets his child help out the morning of. They wanna help make breakfast? They wanna do their own hair? They want to pick their outfit? Of course, go ahead.

But he will tell his kid if what they're wearing isn't the best outfit for school.

If his kid is arsty, he will buy them an art set and let them gloat to their friends what their father bought them.

On the way to the bus stop, San lets his child sit on his shoulders and name them all the thing they see.

"Daddy, it's your turn."

"I spy with my little eye, something thats... yellow!"

"Like... like the school bus, daddy?"

"What do you— oh my God!"

Yeah...

San and his child have a little routine :( one kiss to each cheek, one boop to the nose, a hug followed by a I love you. You caught it on video right before they boarded :((

San didnt cry, but you have pictures of his eyes watering.

Mingi

Sigh.

His child and him are twins. Forget about your kid going to school, Mingi's going with them.

Hes so happy :( like LOOK AT THIS BABY

Mingi takes care of everything. Bath, hair, clothes, lunch, shoes, supplies— everything.

#Housewife.

You could hear their little giggles from the bathroom as they started a bubble bath and still haven't gotten out yet.

^ its been thirty minutes, please get out.

He also reads his child bedtime stories! Except that they fall asleep together after half a story.

You can't let them go shopping together. They will ransack the entire store if they really wanted to. He honestly spoils them too much, the kid have like three different notebooks with a calendar, studying materials, cue cards and stationary........ the child's five years old.

He will wear a pair of matching shoes with his child, like he thinks its cute.

It very well is the cutest shit ever.

Before leaving the house, they plan a whole bunch of games and it ends up with your child shrieking from the living room and Mingi tickling them to the point of death.

If his child needs glasses, he is THE man to ask. They got four pairs.

"Mingi, love... why four?"

"One for reading, two for seeing and a backup pair."

"Three of them are backup pairs!"

When its time to say goodbye, they both start crying :((( they're each others best friends who have been stuck to each other's hip. They missed each other when the door closed.

Like he tried so hard to smile but his baby is starting a new milestone like :(

Definitely spoiled them when they got back tho.

Wooyoung

Yall know how its usually the child crying when they leave for school?

Yeah, except Wooyoung's the one crying and not the kid. It 100% goes;

"Daddy, why are you crying? Everyones looking! This is kinda embarrassing."

"Im not crying, your mother made me cry."

"!?"

Do NOT let this man prepare your child's lunch box, I'm begging.

"A little brownie and chocolate chip cookies for lunch won't hurt you, right?"

You'll be surprised if you don't get a call from your child's teacher asking why the hell their lunchbox is filled with sweets and not a single slice of apple.

Man is taking 1000 pictures per minute, you gotta delete most of them because either;

a; its a picture of the ceiling.

b; its a picture thats blurry that you thought it was the window but it was actually the back of your head.

c; half his face is covering the camera.

d; its a zoom in of your child's eyes.

Or e; its just... blank.

So much screaming and running around. I don't know why he was panicking, the bus isn't gonna pass in another hour.

Your child also has an almost identical laugh to your husband so you can only imagine them giggling half the time while your kid's getting dressed.

Unlike Yeosang, Wooyoung teaches his child manners through bribering.

"What do you say when someone gives you something?"

"Thank you!"

"Good job, here's a slice of cake."

It was 7 in the morning when that happened^

You can assure that they raced to the bus stop. You can only imagine the neighbors watching as a five year old beat their father in a sprinting race.

When the bus finally rolled around, he was a sobbing mess, it was ridiculous. He would try to say bye but sobs would just escape his mouth like he was grieving or something.

He was feeling better when your kid gets back home. They were litterally skipping down the street together.

Jongho

HE SLEPT THROUGH THE ALARM TWICE.

Anyways, he spent all night thinking about how his kid was going to do on their first day.

You know damn well he looked through the old photo albums and cried at like 2 am in the morning because something so small became a child that he cannot get enough of.

But he does need at least three cups of coffee to keep up with his child's energy.

Your kid was the one to wake him up and rush him despite that it was 6 am and the bus wouldn't be there til 7:40 am.

Cue to Jongho chasing after a semi makes toddler because they taught it would be fun to tire out their father BEFORE it hit 6 am.

Hes very patience so he plays along and promises to by them something after school.

Jongho and you are you little ones biggest supporters. They wanna use the hallway as a runaway? Where are the cameras?! They wanna wear sunglasses to school even if its raining? Go ahead!

But Jongho also carries his kid everywhere. Towards the stove to get his fourth cup of coffee, towards the living room to watch cartoons, to the shoe rack to get shoes. His little angel is secured in his arm.

They will have debates about every single piece of garment they'll wear. I'm lying, they arent even debates— the kid's too smart for their own good.

"Dont you wanna wear the green socks?"

"But daddy, if I wear green socks, my feet are going to camouflage with the grass and they'll disappear!"

"... good point, let's go with purple."

When it was time to say goodbye at the bus stop, his kid didn't want to leave :(( they held other his hand linger then expected and their eyes started to water and aaAH :(((((

Jongho had to wipe them away and comfort them for a minute or two, but his child just didn't want to go.

And now they were in the car jamming to songs playing on the radio :) forget the bus! Car ride to school!

That being said, he walked his kid to class and finally, they bidded goodbye (only after making Jongho promise that he was going to pick them up later).

#vickylamore #vickywritings #ateez #ateez x reader #ateez imagines #ateez headcanons #ateez fic #hongjoong x reader #Seonghwa x reader #mingi x reader #yeosang x reader #san x reader #wooyoung x reader #jongho x reader #yunho x reader #kpop imagines #kpop fanfiction #this shit is so cute i wanna die

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hislittleraincloud · 10 days

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Grandpa Tor Remembers: Camping with UMass Boys (and their plentiful tents)

So (2) people want to know about the time my girlfriend and I put on a show for a dorm full of guys.

Alright. 🫠

It was the Fall 1993 semester at UMass Amherst, and my girlfriend (let's call her...'Kelly') was dorming with a Puerto Rican girl who was obsessed with Luis Miguel (this girl was a walking stereotype of Puerto Ricans 💀). There were posters of the guy all over the room — along with the requisite Jesus iconography/crucifix on the damn wall — without any space for my girlfriend's shit, so if we were going to be doing anything, we'd still be surrounded by that guy's face (and fkn Jesus, when Kelly was Jewish and I was atheist 😭🤣). This roommate hated being around my gf and hated it even more when I was around, so thankfully the weekend this happened, she had gone home to wherever the fuck she was from (Holyoke, I think) and my gf let me know so I could hop a bus over. Zero to do with the story, just setting the weird ass scene I was shuffled into at that time in my life. If I recall, her roomie wanted to be a nurse, too. 💀💀💀💀💀 But she was also big religious/a big Jesus beater, so she hated being roomed with a free-spirited Jewish lesbian like Kelly and made Kelly's life Hell whenever she was around.

Me being highly sexed and Kelly being receptive all the time led us to start fucking as soon as we got up into the roommateless room. Today, there was a banana involved, but the boys did not see that part. 😉🍌 Yes it went where you're thinking...not into me though 💩

Her bed was next to the wall and window. If you sat up in the bed, you could turn your head to see out the window and see the other dorms across the ways.

I was lying on my back on the bed and Kelly was doing her usual sexy stripper dance over me (this was a thing she did for me/us...easy to do with the Lords of Acid blasting around you)...and she suddenly turned beet red and started laughing.

Now when Kelly turned beet red and started laughing the way she did at the time, you know something's fucked up, so I sat up and asked her what was wrong. She knelt down and her laughter got worse (she was the giggly type). She pointed towards the window, so I looked out to see a whole fucking bunch of guys watching her from the windows of the other dorm (like... I'm not talking just a couple of guys... I'm talking dozens, since the windows were filled up with smiling, amused young college boys).

So instead of getting embarrassed, what did I do...I got on my knees and told Kelly to calm it and to straighten her back so they could see us pressed together. After waving at them, I (we) pulled a Cairo for their male gaze

after which they were all cheering like it was a fucking football game and someone just scored a touchdown.

Our kissing lasted much longer than the above drunken Male Gaze Kiss, so I hope some of them enjoyed themselves. We did not show them anything else besides boob (we were both un our bras and I flashed them, but Kelly was too shy...maybe because hers were big and mine were like Ortega's), but they seemed satisfied just to watch us make out and feel each other up. College boys in the '90s were too easy, and we both had our pick (but we were too picky...both interested in older men). Kelly said she wasn't sure if she could show her face on campus after that but all was good, she was never bothered by anyone about it.

I know, it wasn't as big of a show as you expected. We didn't fuck in front of them (well, we technically did, but they couldn't see it...and they knew that we were going to because before I sank back down onto the bed with Kelly, I gave them a final wave and a 👅✌🏼...I could see some disappointed faces but most were happy and waving g'bye back 🤭). We saved that kind of thing for later, when we fucked in front of my big dicked comics store boss who wanted to join in (but we didn't let him). 👹

Next story? I suppose I ought to do a new poll.

#poll story #poll winner #tumblr polls #that time we entertained a shitload of college boys #surrounded by luis miguel and jesus #that should work its way into a story somewhere #i swear i'll do it

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dead-air-radio · 20 days

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Rant tw

Don't get me wrong I love this girl as a friend but she gets so annoying I need to fucking say it to someone.

I've known her since like freshman year but we only like just started like talking talking to her like a year ago and like I try so hard to be nice cause like don't get me wrong I don't mind hanging out with her.

She's very fucking sheltered and I think it's just a me thing and my own issues that makes me look down on like religious shelter kids but like she is a fucking adult.

She only wears one outfit and it's not like her family doesn't have money they offer to get her things and she refuses and then gets upset about not looking "cool" and it's like maybe if you didn't wear the same white shirt everyday for like 4 fucking years. She acts extremely sheltered and as if her family would kill her for liking fucking anime. I was friends with her brother who is a metal head literally grimey like atheist dude and I've talked to him and he says his parents are into it with him like that they bring him to concerts and stuff. But she acts like they'll kill her for liking anime cause it's weird. And it's like okay? She refuses to drive on freeways and at night or be out past 4 fucking pm. She's going on 19 btw. Calls her dad anytime we decide to hangout somewhere to ask for permission. And at first I didn't mind it till it was literally my birthday and my friends went to the mall and I invited her and the whole time she's like "guys wait can we keep track of the time I can't be too late home" We had to cut off my birthday earlier for her because she wanted to be back by like 6pm at the latest home. You are a grown adult. I get being anxious and stuff but like I offered to go to the mall a different day for my birthday and that we could hangout closer to her house so she didn't need to worry but she insisted. And anytime we are out in public she gets on my nerves she almost starts crying when me and my friends split up in stores shes like guys can we stick together and it's like we are literally getting things at the opposite side of the store just go with one of us. And she whines the whole time we are in stores like when can we go 🥺 or will follow me every fucking where. During my birthday we went to a really big mall and I have only been there once before then so I wanted to see a bunch more of their stores I only got to see like fucking 5 tho cause she got upset.

Cause we had to split up cause one of my friends had to leave to get bandages for her feet so she was like dw Just keep shopping me and the other friend I brought will ve back. And the whole time the friend I've been talking about (I'll just call her 6) was like guys can we just stay in one store while we wait and it's like tf no? And eventually they're like I need to get home it's 6pm and it's like 6 I told you I was staying up late for my birthday the mall doesn't close for fucking hrs. Anyways we left early.

And then she went home and was upset she couldn't have dinner with us and it's like no one's forcing you to leave? And she gets upset when me and my friends hangout and no one wants to drive with her. And it's like you refuse to go past the speed limit your car doesn't have ac and you refuse to go on the free way so it takes like an extra 30mins to get where we need to be cause you take surface streets. Also her playlist consists of 5 fucking songs and they're shit. She refuses to get youtube or Spotify premium which idc or mind it's expensive but she won't get an ad blocker either and complains about ads so instead she downloaded 5 songs and has them on repeat. And they're so fucking boring. It's like indie rock that's like on the verge of being emo but is like tx2 type shit like "you wouldn't like me if I take off this mask and broke my facades I'm so dark and twisted deep down" iykyk. And she's one of those people that when she gets mad her "ancestors" come out and she speaks in an English and Irish accent and it's like...stfu.

She's also a clean freak and she went to my house and like the way she acted is not how you treat someone in their own fucking home. She was shaking when she saw my room and was pacing cause of how 'disgusting' it was. She was like how do you live so dirty 😰 and it's like bro a pile of clothes is fucking nothing compared to the usual. And she ruined the hangout when we went to a friend's house cause she wouldn't stop complaining about how messy her house was and refused to sit down which sorry but that's so fucking disrespectful.

The persons house we were at was not dirty in the fucking slightest but she brought the whole vibe down cause she refused to sit and was like sorry guys I can't concentrate with all this dust. And wouldn't stop pacing and until we just told her to go home.

Not only that but like she's one of those girls thats like guys I can't have sugar I'm too dainty ill have a sugar rush and shake and she had a monster one time and that bitch was vibrating for like 5 hrs and it's like bro that monster a rehab monster mind you did not just do that to you.

Also she refuses to have an open about things like I fucking hate neutral people like that. And with the clean thing it's making it so she doesn't even want a job. She wants to go on this big fancy trip to see her friends but it'll cost like 500 dollars which is a singular fucking paycheck as a part time host at a dingy diner (from experience) but she refuses to get a job cause she doesn't want to work retail or food cause she says it's gross. And refuses to work during the week and only wants to work weekends and it's like you can't being fucking picky as a 19 year old when it comes to working and the fact you didn't want to go to college or a trade school either. Like life is life. But she complains about needing that money and a job and she opened up commission for art but this bitch doesn't have anything like PayPal or cashapp and she doesn't want to promote her work either... like she wants to do solely cash and in person art and it's not like she doesn't know how me and my friends who also do commissions have offered to help set it up and she's like but I can get scammed on those things 🥺 and it's like bro you can be scammed on almost anything no one's gonna buy from you. She doesn't have a card either. Strictly fucking cash like? And she acts so fucking sheltered. ITS CALLED SEX YOU ARE 19 FUCKING ACT LIKE IT. Like she doesn't understand anything and it's not like she's uncomfortable with that topic or anything it's the fact she genuinely acts fucking stupid. She's also super religious and her parents aren't that much like?

I was the first person she came out as trans to and I can understand the religious guilt but she has the audacity to still like side with chirstians on most things cause she doesn't want to look bad. She constantly rants about hating being trans not cause she feels guilty or anything but because being trans is a sin and it's like she knows I have religious trauma and she still acts like that and it pisses me off.

The thing that pushed me over the edge was when my friend was visiting and I've talked about him before and how I only got to see him for a day and when he was visiting she asked to hangout with us and some other friends and she got a fucking flat tire and instead of like calling her dad she asked my friend that only has 5 fucking hrs to visit us to help her and she just watched him do it for her....he was only allowed to stay 5 fucking hrs and most of it was fixing a goddamn tire. I've never felt so pissed and I genuinely didn't even want her to go like I was contemplating yelling or crying at her cause this was my one day to see him type thing cause he lives in a diff stay.

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tagged by @duquesademiel to share 7 lines of my WIP’s and oh boy, am I gonna make her regret it!

[redacted] fic for [redacted] - Piarles

It’s not George’s fault work was shit today and the pretty boy doesn’t text him about a second date. (Pierre isn’t picky, he would also take a text about his damned cat.) And it’s not George’s fault that Pierre put off his paperwork for two whole weeks and - Pierre’s phone buzzes against the countertop and then it’s a wrestling match for it. George might be long limbed and ridiculous, but Pierre was the youngest of five and he’s well scrappy. He’s also far more motivated than George is because he comes away victorious, half sitting on George in the floor and half laying underneath one of the rolling chairs, but he doesn’t care because Chatte Charles 🐱 has text him and it’s a good thing he’s out of breath already.

Fantasy Fest fic for CC server - Piarles

And it’s not just the worry. Charles misses Pierre - and maybe that’s not fair either because sometimes he thinks that what he’s missing is…something inside of himself that he can’t name or pinpoint. Something in him when he wasn’t working at a phone company or at an electronics shop or a medical office. Something about how when he was away at university and Pierre was flying across the channel to see him and kiss him and hold him - something about how he misses that… The chicken is finishing off in the oven and Charles flops onto the couch, picking up his book from the coffee table because the news is not his friend right now and his phone is in the kitchen and this is what he needs to be doing anyway, but then the doorknob jiggles and Charles sits straight up, looking behind him at it. Pierre would have left his keys here probably - and yes. Charles can see them in the little bowl by the door. And if he changed at the tower, he wouldn’t have flown home so he would have walked.

BN Drabbles - this one is Lance/my OFC that we all fell in love with

Ariel’s breaths are coming in short little bursts as Lance steps closer to her, holding the wipe up to her face, asking for permission with his long pause. He’s seen her without make-up dozens of times - the two of them curling up in his living room (on separate couches) while they debate things about work or watch old episodes of Star Trek that Ariel seemingly knows every word to or just spend time talking about this yoga retreat Lance went on in Costa Rica or this beer festival in Seattle. He hadn’t understood just how significant that was until they had been out with a bunch of people at work and Ariel had mentioned that she rarely lets people see her dressed down - not unless they’re very close. But, this? Allowing Lance to be the person stripping that layer away from her face? It’s intimate in a way that he’s never been with anyone before. Ariel flutters her eyelids closed and leans into the wipe and Lance very gently runs it over the place where her eyeliner has melted down her cheek.

High tops AU - This is Lancierre and who knows when it will see the light of dayyyyyyyy

The air conditioning is making a whirring noise and he sees another car pull up to the front of the store and he really should be going, except he walks up to the counter and he laughs to himself, pointing behind the man at the wall of cigarettes. He hasn’t bought a pack of cigarettes in nearly ten years and honestly doesn’t even know what to ask for. “Pack of Marlboro’s?” Gas Station Man grunts and gestures like ok, dumbass. “Lights? Uh, the long ones?” Gas Station Man laughs, presses a couple of buttons on the register and scans the packet of cigarettes.

Okay, so that’s all I’m legally allowed to share. I know, you’re screaming WHAT ABOUT ELOPEMENT FIC, WHAT ABOUT WEREWOLFIERRE and to you I say, “um...yeah. I know. I swear it’s happening.” (shaky thumbs up)

#piarles #lancierre #lance stroll #wips

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