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satorusugurugurl · 1 day
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JJK Men: FWB? No, I wanna be your boyfriend!
Summary: Your Friends with Beneifit's partner realizes they want to be more!
Characters: Nanami Kento, Geto Suguru, Toji Fushiguro, FAB!Reader
Word Count: 3,957
Warnings: FWB, smut, oral sex, fluffy feelings, public sex
A/N: Ah, FWB, but more. Delicious smut; the brainworms were good to me! 🤣❤️
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Nanami Kento:
Nanami pouted, his eyes focused on your back as some guy flirted with you. He hated seeing other people looking at his best friend like you were just a snack. It made him sick to his stomach. No one would treat you better than him. But you two agreed: friends with benefits, nothing more than that. All because Nanami thought it would help with not ruining your friendship.
And it did. Things were never awkward. You both had sex, got off, and it was perfect! No more creepy Tinder dates for you; Nanami wasn't stressed out as much. Plus, he got to remain friends with you. The arrangement was without flaw. Expect moments like this.
When he saw other people watching you, how you flirted back with the smile that had him raging, he wanted the source of your smile. Usually, when this sort of thing happened, he turned away, but something about this guy had him on edge. He was looking at you like you were a piece of meat, something to take home and fuck. You didn't deserve that. You deserve the best.
“Ooh, they fuckin.” Nanami flushed deep red as he turned to glare at Gojo, who was whispering to Geto.
“Satoru, please, it's rude to assume that,” Geto whispered back, eyeing Nanami. It was when the dark-haired man saw the flush on Nanami’s face and neck that he gaped. “Oh my god, they are fuckin’.”
“Shut up, we're just friends with benefits.”
“Oooh, Suguru, do you want to tell him?”
“Mmm nah, you go ahead, Satoru.”
Gojo leaned forward, smirking at Nanami. “Friends with Benefits don't glare daggers at strangers their FWB is talking to. Not unless they want more~.” With flushed cheeks, Nanako got up, downing the last of his drink. “Ooh, what are you going to do?!”
“Fuck you.”
“Eeeh, sorry buddy, that's Suguru’s job!”
“Satoru.” Geto purred with a smirk.
Nanami could care less about who was fucking who in their relationship. The only person he was concerned with fuckin was you. But not in the way he usually would, no, not anymore.
He stormed towards you, grabbing your wrist gently. The sudden contact had you jumping as Nanami pulled you up. He didn't say a word as he dragged you away from the asshole hitting on you. You were too stunned to speak as Nanami pulled you into the bathroom, taking you to the back stall.
Standing in the corner, you gawked as he locked the stall door. “Okay, what the actual fuck Nanami?” You were slightly annoyed, tapping your shoe against the dirty tile floor. “I was enjoying my conversation with that guy!”
“The guy that looked at you like you were a piece of ass?”
His straightforward response caught you off guard. “Huh?”
“That guy would take you home, fuck you, and never call you back because that’s the type of guy he looks like!”
“Oh? And since when do you concern yourself with my dating life? We're friends, Nanami! You're not my boyfriend!”
“Oh, I'm much more than just a friend!” Nanami crowded you, slamming both hands on the wall on either side of your head. “I’m your best friend! I'm your colleague! I’m your lover!”
His anger left the two of you stunned; your heart was racing as he inched closer to you. “You set up our arrangement. You said this was for the best; we wouldn't ruin our friendship if we kept it casual. You said that!” Nanami watched your cheeks burn, your eyes avoiding his at all costs.
“You're right. This was my arrangement. And I don't think I can do it anymore.”
That caught your attention, Y/E/C eyes finding his honey-brown ones in a flash. “What?! No, why?!” Nanami’s large hand cupped your face.
“Because I find myself wanting more. I want you, Y/N, I want all of you.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
The confession, the anger, all of that collided together in a heated kiss. You both made quick work; you unbuckled his belt, and he slid your dress up past your hips, moving your panties to the side. When you were in a moment like this, you moved in sync. There were no fumbling or awkward movements. Just perfect flowing movements, much like dancers or ice skaters who had been perfecting their art for decades. That was the perfect way to describe how you and Nanami moved together.
Your back was against the cold stall, legs wrapped around Nanami’s hips as he fucked you. His cock slid in and out of you like it had done hundreds of times before, finding a rhythm he knew the two of you enjoyed. That was one of the many joys of fucking your best friend. Everything was easy and comfortable.
“Nanami, fuck your cock is so big.”
”Yeah? Your pussy is tight; it’s like they were made for each other.”
You couldn’t help but giggle, moaning in surprise as his hips snapped forward. “It’s like a puzzle.” Your words were meant to be a joke, based on what he said. But they meant the world to Nanami.
”Yes, you’re right.” His lips found yours, nipping at your lips. “That’s exactly what you are to me, Y/N.” His hips moved harder, the stall creaking under the force as you yelped out in pained pleasure. The tip of his cock hitting your cervix with each powerful thrust.
”W-What am I to you?” Nanami mewled as your fingers ran through his hair before rubbing against his undercut. “Tell me.” Your voice was caught in a moan as one of his hands reached down, rubbing your clit. “N-Nana, fuck, fuck yes.”
”You’re my other half, my missing piece.” He growled against your skin, his hot tongue licking at your pulse. “You’re my favorite person.” He chuckled, teeth grazing your skin. “And I want to be with you.”
You were hearing the words you had been wanting to hear for years sent you into orgasmic bliss. You screamed, pussy clamping down on Nanami, milking him as he grunted against your skin. His hips slammed against you, his hot cum filling you to the brim until his cock had gone soft. He kept you pinned against the stall, breathing heavily against your flushed skin before he felt your hands lazily play with his hair again.
When he pulled back to meet your gaze, he swore his heart skipped a beat. You were smiling so softly, with an expression he’d never seen. A mixture of satisfaction and happiness. It had butterflies, butterflies of all things swarming around the pit of his stomach. He can’t stop leaning in, kissing you the softest he’s ever kissed.
”So,” you whispered against his lips, “does this mean you’ll finally stay the night with me?”
Nanami shakes his head with a chuckle as the two of you readjust your clothes and straighten your hair. “I’ll do you one better. I’ll stay the night, and then I’ll take you on a proper date tomorrow.” He gently takes your hand, his thumb brushing against your knuckles. “How does that sound, Y/N?” You didn’t even need to respond for Nanami to know your answer. The wide grin and sparkle in the blue lights of the bathroom said it all.
”Sounds like a dream come true!”
Geto Suguru:
You looked at the clock with a groan, digging through your closet. You were going to be late for your date Shoko had set up. Your stupid cardigan had gone missing again. It was the only one you had, seeing as the other was on your desk chair at work. You couldn’t just go out in the early spring evening without a sweater! It was too hot for long sleeves and hoodies.
Lucky for you, Geto Suguru, your roommate's best friend, and your FWB had a sweater. One he was not currently using. You hurried out of your room, searching for the dark-haired man. He was in the living room, looking through the books, when he heard your heels clicking over the floor.
”Hey, do you still have that book I let you borr-“ Suguru choked on his words when he turned to look down at you. You were in a tight black lace bra, a push-up one that made your breasts look plumper than usual. The matching thong barely covered your pussy, leaving little to the imagination. “What the hell are you doing?!” Suguru barked out, head whirling for any peering eyes that might not be his own.
”Relax, Satoru has seen me naked before.” Seeing Suguru’s eyebrows ccock up, you shook your head. “Chill out. I forgot to lock the bathroom door. I haven't slept with him.” Your eyes did a glance over the living room, pouting when you couldn’t find your sweater still. “Could I borrow your sweater? I can’t find mine, and I would rather not freeze tonight.”
Relieved to know Satoru had only seen you naked by accident, Suguru shrugged out of his black sweater, promptly handing it to you. “Where are you going? Book club, drinks with the girls?” You answered with a shake of your head, heading back to the bedroom.
”Nope, I got a date.”
Before you could take another step, Suguru held your wrist. You turned your head, looking at him from over your shoulder. His dark eyes were wide, gaze locked on yours. It was shocking to see him so stunned. He was usually calm and collected.
You turned around, looking him over, trying to pinpoint the source of his shock. While your Y/E/C eyes searched over him, his hands ran up your arms, gently holding you. This was a side of him you never saw, so gentle and unsure.
“Date? What do you mean you have a date?”
“Oh, yeah, Shoko set it up for me.” Suguru clenched his teeth, his eyes now roamed over your body. He was taking in the curves and dips of your skin. Every part he had caressed and kissed. “She said it was time for me to get back on the playing field.”
Shaking his head, Suguru gently ran his hands up to your shoulders. “Why? You have me. Don't I satisfy your needs?” You laughed, cocking an eyebrow up at him. “Why are you looking at me like that, Y/N? I'm being serious!” His frustration only made you giggle more as you shook your head in disbelief.
“Suguru, you told me that you didn't want a relationship. That what we had was just sex. Someone we could turn to when we were horny, no strings attached.”
“I know I said that.”
“Then why are you being so weird about me going out on a date?”
Yeah, why was the thought of you going out with someone else making his stomach do cartwheels? You both agreed to hook up whenever you wanted. But just because you fucked, didn't mean you were his girlfriend. He had specified that part himself.
The no-strings-attached policy was just something he had said in the spur of the moment. He had so many thoughts running through his mind as the two of you made out. Would Satoru be mad at him for sleeping with his roommate? Would it make things awkward for the two of you when he came over? In the heat of the moment, three months ago, that was the most reasonable thing he thought to say.
”Because I want to be the only person you date.” His words were confident and to the point. Not leaving any thoughts of doubt behind.
You were still left staring at him in utter confusion. “But you said no strings attached!?” Your brain was beginning to hurt with the back-and-forth banter.
“Ugh!” He released you, throwing his head back. “I know I said that and trust me, I wish I could take back that singular sentence. I was thinking about all the ifs and ands when I should have been focusing on the cold, hard truth.” He began pacing, his eyes glued to the floor as he continued to rant. “The truth is, I like you. I’ve liked you for the last year, but I didn’t want to make you feel weird or have Satoru pissed off that I slept with you.”
“Suguru.”
“But sleeping with you made me like you even more! I just fuck; I regret saying that because I don’t want to be friends with benefits anymore. I want to be the one taking you out on dates! I want to be the only guy in your bed and vice versa. After we hooked up, I deleted all the dating apps, and I just.” He huffed out a sigh, turning to look at you. “I want you.”
Fuck, he shouldn’t have ranted like that. But what else could he have done? He had to get it off his chest before you went on your date. At least let you know how he felt before you went out with someone else. The ball was in your court now. That might be the most terrifying part of this whole mess he found himself in.
His dark eyes were glued to the floor as he listened to your heels clicking as you stood before him. Bracing himself for rejection or anything else, Suguru looked up, meeting your flushed face and a wide smile. Seeing you like that had him stepping forward, closing the distance between you.
”You deleted all of your dating apps after the first time we hooked up?” He nodded his head. “In the last three months, you haven’t been with anyone but me?’ Another nod. “You want to be with me?”
”Yes! I want that more than anything.”
You threw your arms around him, kissing him deeply as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling tight against him. Your kiss held as much truth as his words had. It was feverish, deep, and full of passion. You were conveying the truth of your feelings for him without using words.
By the time you managed to pull yourself away, both of you were panting heavily. “Let me cancel this date, then maybe we could go out.” You breathed out between gasps. “I’m happy to have a boyfriend now, but I was sort of looking forward to getting eaten out tonight.” As your message went through, Suguru had you in his arms, tossing your phone on the couch.
Suguru had your back pinned against the wall, legs over his shoulders, as his hands held your ass. You gripped the wall as best as you could, heart racing from being so high off the ground as Suguru licked and sucked at your clit through your lace panties. He lapped and sucked at you like a man dying of thirst. His feral actions had you grabbing his smooth, dark hair, pulling it as you rocked against his face.
Suguru hummed, glancing at you before prodding your dripping entrance with his tongue. As he did, his heart almost stopped. His tongue had slid through a tiny opening in the center, meeting your dripping cunt. Eyes shot to your face, seeing the smirk tugging at your kiss-swollen lips.
“Never heard of crotchless panties, Sugu?”
There was no snarky remark or comeback. Just his tongue burying itself deep inside of you. You cried out, eyes shutting tight as he brushed his nose over your clit, shaking his head back and forth. You felt dizzy as his tongue swirled inside of you, lapping and rubbing against your inner walls.
Suguru was so skilled at using his mouth. His tongue mapped out every part of your pussy and entrance. The man loved to eat you out and make you feel so good. If his girlfriend wanted to get her pussy eaten, by god, she would. He'd make sure you’d never be left unsatisfied. If it took hours to make you cum on his tongue, then he'd take those hours, not stopping until you came, coating his face with your essence.
He was so worked up, just thinking about eating you out, making you feel good, that he groaned as you tugged hard on his hair. Little moans of ‘Suguru’ and ‘im cumming’ was all he could register before you were squirting all over his face. He shut his eyes as your juices coated his lips, tongue, and chin. His tongue kept moving until you were begging him to stop.
“Was that to your liking?” He asked gently, lowering you to the ground. “Satisfied? Or do you n-nngh!” His words were caught in his throat, eyes darting down to where you had his cock in a vice grip.
“Shut the fuck up and come fuck your girlfriend into the mattress.” Suguru didn't need you to tell him twice, especially when you called yourself his girlfriend.
Toji Fushiguro:
“This is me.” You nervously laughed as your creepy Tinder date eyed the building you didn't live in. “Thanks for the date, it was fun.” Yeah, it was a lot of fun getting felt up and paying for the dinner he told you he would buy, but he just so happened to forget his wallet.
“You don't want to invite me up?” the creepy guy asked as you hit the buzzer three times. “I thought you might want some dessert. I have a great cream filling for you to try.”
“No, I'm good.”
“Don't be a bitch; come on, let me in.”
“I said I’m good!”
“Stupid fuc—”
The door to the apartment complex swung open, and a firm hand grabbed you, pulling you inside. “She said no, go fuck yourself.” without another word, the door slammed shut. “Fuck, you sure know how to pick them.” you pressed your face into your FWB’s chest, his hand rubbing your back soothingly.
“Holy fuck, that was super scary thanks Toji.” Your hands gripped his shirt, holding yourself upright as he sighed.
“Why do you put yourself through this?” Toji asked, leading you to the elevator. “Honestly, you should know better than to go out with creeps like that one.”
You rolled your eyes, stepping onto the elevator with him. “I just want to find my person.” Those words had Toji glaring down at you. “Not all of us can be satisfied with random hookups with friends.” The elevator opened on the third floor, and you stepped out.
“Random hookups?” His tone was dry. “You think that's what this is between us?”
“You're really to look at me and tell me they aren't?” He grabbed your attention arm, glaring down at you. “This is just to blow off steam, right?”
You and Toji had slept together on multiple occasions. After a long week of work, a bad day when you were feeling down. He was always the one you went to when you needed to vent, have a good laugh, or have sex. Toji was your friend, and you loved him, but he didn't love you the same way. He was a single dad, taking care of his son Megumi. He didn't have time to date and all that other stuff. Once in a while, a good fuck with you was enough to fulfill his needs.
So when your best friend dragged you into his apartment and slammed the door behind him, you swallowed the lump forming in your throat. His eyes were dark and narrow with frustration and anger. A look you rarely saw directed towards you. You felt so small under his gaze it had you stepping back., the back of your knees hitting the couch.
“Do you honestly think I would hook up with you to blow off steam? You’re the same woman I have over for dinner, the woman I sleep with, the only other person I trust with Megumi!” His anger was palpable as you crawled onto the couch, your eyes never leaving his as he followed you. “I didn't put a label on this,” his hand motioned between you, “you did!”
“So what are you saying?!”
“I'm saying you're the only one going on stupid dates! I'm not! If you want more, say it! You're a grown-ass adult. You can do what you want, Y/N! And so can I!” He crawled on top of you. “So, for once in your life, can you please be honest?!”
You felt your nose and eyes burning with tears. Was he saying what you thought he was? That he wanted to be more, but you were holding back? Had you been the one keeping the FWB label on your relationship?
The longer you stare into his dark eyes, the more your face softens. Toji was always the one you ran to after a stupid Tinder date. He was the only person you slept with, the only man you wanted to be with, and Megumi, god, you lived that kid like he was your son. You couldn't find your person through random people because you already found him.
Your person was Toji.
Your hands gently reached up, cupping his face. “You want me?” Your voice was shaky and hesitant, scared to hear his answer.
“Of fuckin’ course I want you, Y/N.” he turned towards your hand, kissing your palm. “You idiot, it took you that long to see it?”
“You could have said something.” Your teasing tone was cut off by his hands working on your leggings. “Toji, wait, what are you doing? Megumi’s in the other room.”
Toji didn't respond to you; he just tugged his sweats down, tucking the band of them under his balls. “I’m not good with words. So I’ll show you how much I want you.” He rubbed his cock up and down over your folds before slowly pressing into you.
Soft moans and whines escaped you both as Toji slowly began to fuck you inside the couch. His hand grabbed at your hips, breasts, and thighs. Touching you everywhere he could as his cock pressed in and out of you, fucking you deeper and harder with each thrust of his hips. Toji pressed hot kisses against your lips. Each kiss, touch, and thrust told you everything you needed to know.
“I love you.” You cried out without thinking as he pressed into your g-spot. The sudden outburst had Toji freezing above you, hips pausing mid-thrust. Sweat slowly dripped down his temple as his mind replayed your words.
“What was that?”
“I said I love you.”
Toji’s eyes widened in surprise as he felt something unlock inside him. Whether it was his heart or sick throbbed inside of you, he couldn't tell. “Fuck,” he whispered, eyes drifting down your body. “Fuck.” Toji pulled all the way out before slamming hard into you. “Fuck!!” He growled, slamming into you harder and deeper with each thrust. “Love you too, fuck, I love you.”
Your eyes rolled back as you felt yourself drawing closer and closer to your orgasm. Toji reached over you, grabbing the arm of the couch for support as he drilled into you. Holy fuck, this was intense, so fucking intense. Your moans grew louder before he clamped his other hand over your mouth.
“As much as I love you screaming my name, I would rather not have my kid catching us. So be a good girl and cum.” His raspy command and slamming into your g-spot was all you needed. You screamed into his hand, trembling under him as he gritted his teeth. “Cummin’ take it all, Y/N~!”
As the waves of pleasure died, Toji removed his hand, smiling at you. You returned his grin, kissing him softly. “Fuck, that was so good.” Toji chuckled, shifting so you both were lying on the couch.
“Y/N, everything is good when it comes to you.”
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larkspurglove · 21 hours
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OH MY GODDD THE NEW TRAILBLAZE MISSION IT’S SO GOOD BUT ALSO NONE OF MY THOUGHTS ARE COHERENT AAAAA
Major spoilers for 2.1 ahead!!!!
So first off to the people that voted for Aventurine and Sunday in this poll how does it feel to be right?
ANYWAY THAT WHOLE ENDING WAS FUCKING INSANEEEE, Aventurine walking INTO the Nihility????? And he might not ever come back???? Acheron showing off the true extent of her emanator powers?????? Gallagher being the twist villain and also somehow in control of Something Unto Death???? What the fuck?!
My brain is a mess right now I’m just rotating all of the story in my brain and a hundred miles a minute. The next stuff is just going to be me word vomiting my reaction to stuff in a vaguely chronological order.
First off I LOVEEE how Aventurine-focused the Trailblaze mission was. I was kind of assuming it would be a 50/50 split between focusing on Acheron and focusing on Aventurine but it seems like they’re saving Acheron’s backstory for 2.2 or 2.3.
The little appearance of Boothill??? And how he immediately threatens violence?????? Just a silly guy I can’t wait for him in 2.2 I wanna see them fight. Also I wonder if Constance is making empty promises because it’s possible.
Back to Aventurine, DAMNNN I knew his backstory would be tragic but it’s even more gut wrenching than I expected. The reference in his achievements too??? ‘What do you want Sibyl?’ ‘I want to die.’ THE PROGRESSION FROM AVENTURINE STICKING WITH THIS UNTIL THE END WHERE EVEN THOUGH HE COULD POSSIBLY DIE FOR REAL YET HE DECIDES FO CONTINUE FORWARD BECAUSE EVEN IF WE’RE BORN TO DIE THERE’S A POINT IN LIVING LIFE AND PREPARING FOR THAT INEVITABILITY???? OH MY GOD.
Sunday’s also a scary dude. Maybe being an emanator does that to people but when he did that Harmony mindfuckery on Aventurine I was almost certain that he was going to die because of that. I was also SO pissed at Ratio for selling Aventurine out only to learn they were actually double crossing SUNDAY was insane. I’m glad he finally got to be angry about Robin’s death towards the end though, most of the downtime between 2.0 and 2.1 has been me wondering ‘man his sister just died why doesn’t he feel more distressed.’
Ngl I’m probably gonna dedicate a whole post to Aventurine in this update because 90% of the time I was playing the quest I was either thirsting over him, internally sobbing for him, thinking he was gonna die, or waiting to get back to his POV.
Gallagher is one hell of an enigma because Sunday implies that he’s made up of different ‘aspects’ of each Family member who’s died over however long the dreamscape deaths have been happening, yet he has a past with Siobhan and apparently knew Mikhail??? Like what the fuck????? How long has this been going on????
I do wish it was foreshadowed slightly better though because the most we get is him being very vaguely sad about his past and also like two people going ‘who the hell is Gallagher.’
One thing I didn’t expect to happen was for a ‘Sam is Firefly’ reveal. Like I had seen the leaks before (not out of my own will sadly) and kind of expected for it to be a 2.2 reveal. Either way yayyyy Firefly is alive!!!
I’m sad that we didn’t really have an Acheron and Welt team up, or at least that we didn’t see more of it. It was kind of hyped up to be a whole B-plot but turned out to only be a few scenes. I’m not complaining because we get a little teeny bit of Welt characterisation but I’m still sad.
I like how Sparkle kind of just shows up to either be a nuisance or a conveniently timed piece to move the plot forward. It’s very fitting with being a Masked Fool.
There’s a lot more I want to scream about but it’s all Aventurine related and I’m gonna save it for its own dedicated post.
2.1 is so fucking good 2.2 and 2.3 better stick the landing.
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nburkhardt · 2 days
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Kiss It Better
The instructions for these new drawers is bullshit. There’s no words, there’s only pictures. Which, okay, is fine and he’ll be the first to admit it.
Eddie loves reading, unless it’s building furniture. Pictures are the way to go.
Just, not this piece of furniture.
Because now? Right now, he’s been staring at the picture and the actual piece for fifteen minutes trying to figure out how the hell this is supposed to go.
“How is this supposed to,” he mumbles to himself, holding the metal…whatever it is and pulling it apart before looking back at the paper. “Some words would be helpful”
Looking over the paper, it shows the metal piece on the inside to pull the drawer out. Shrugging, he sets it and grabs the screw driver and screw. Deciding to just go off the image and hope for the best.
He’s been at this so far two hours now, which, sucks. But it’s fine, he had nothing else planned and Steve is busy going through boxes in the garage with Robin.
“Maybe I should,” he turns the screw and looks over at the paper again, as he looks closer, thinking that’s going to help… his finger goes up and he freezes.
Pain stings through his middle finger and he pulls his hand up and without saying a word immediately walks to Steve and Robin.
“Uh, Stevie, can you- grab a bandaid? I kinda sliced my finger”
Both turn at him, and all he can do is hold up his hands and watch as their eyes go wide. Steve moves first, “what did you do? You’re dripping, what- come on, honey”
“Uh, sliced my finger.”
Steve grabs his arm and pulls him along towards the bathroom, “I can see that, how did you slice your finger? Why didn’t you clean it?”
He shrugs, “I kinda just came to you, and uh, there’s this metal piece for the drawers and the instructions doesn’t have words. This next part is a little hard.”
“I’ll finish it, this cut is pretty deep, Eds.”
Steve finishes putting the bandaid on as neatly as possible on a finger, then he pulls it up to his lips and places a light kiss against it. “There, it’ll heal up in no time now”
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What do you mean this is semi-based on true events. Whaaaaat no, that can’t be true. I definitely did not slice my middle finger while trying to build a set of drawers yesterday. No you are wrong, definitely. Totally. Yep. Yep. Yep.
Totally wrong 🫣
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OKAY SO MAYBE I DID! But here’s the thing, I wasn’t expecting it. And so now I have a sliced middle finger. It didn’t register in my head until a full shock went through me and I just… walked out of my room and had to have my friend grab me a bandaid. It was not a fun time. And it sucks because I had to buy finger condoms just so I can keep the bandaid dry ):
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random-fics15 · 3 days
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Huskerdust fanfic
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Purring
Angel hated it. He hated working for Val. He hated everything about it. Most of all he hated himself for signing that damn contract agreeing to all this. Even though at the time he didn't know what he was getting into. He wished he'd thought about it at least
He walks into the hotel exhausted, his head leading as he slouched. Tiredly, he made his way to the bar. The hotel was the only place he actually felt home. The only place he felt safe and could let himself go. Only to relive the same day over and over again.
He finally makes it to the bar and plops down onto the barstool, his head hitting the counter almost immediately with a groan.
"Rough day at work?"
Angel lifts his head up to see Husk looking at him, whilst already holding a bottle of Angels favorite. Angel groans
"Rough is an understatement Husky..". Angel sighs and slams his head on the counter again. Husk pats his back. Angel listens as a bottle opens and is being poured into a glass. He looks up when he feels the glass lightly bump his arm.
Angel looks up at Husk gratefully and the downs half the drink. He sighs in relief as he looks up at the bartender and smiles.
"Thanks Husk. Fucking needed that after today."
"He took you on a fucking joy ride didn't he?" Husk questioned in a concerned tone, looking at the spider. Angel chuckles tiredly
"Everyone did. And there was no joy in it. Trust me." Angel complains,taking another swig at his drink. Husk looks at him pitifully. Every part of Husk wanted to go down to that porn studio and rip Valentino limb from limb. But he knew better than to try. He wish he could though.
Husk's face immediately goes from concerned to annoyed when he sees Angel smirking at him.
"Although, I wouldn't mind if you were the one taking me on a joy ride whiskers~" Angel smirks and scratches Husk's chin.
To Angel's surprise, there was no retort or shoving. Instead,Husk momentarily stops everything he's doing ,and soon Angel hears a low rumbling noise emitting from Husk himself. Angel's jaw drops
"No fucking way! You can Purr?!" Angel exclaims excitedly.
Immediately after hearing this Husk is brought back into reality and pulls his head back.
"Ah-..n-no! That wasn't purring jackass! It was just-" Husk stumble with his words
"Just what? Hm?...no answer. Exactly"
Husk groans at the spider, who was now smirking. Angel immediately tried to go for Husk's ears.
"Hey!"
Husk grabs Angel's hand. Angel smirk
"Ohh holding hands now are we? You really want me that bad Husky~?" Angel brings up the hand that Husk is holding and pressed it against his cheek. Husk groans in annoyance and takes his hand back. Angel chuckles.
"You know..." Angel begins talking, his first pair of arms supporting his chin, while the second did gestures. "If you let me do this it just might help."
Husk looks at Angel confused. Help? What help did he need? He's the bartender. If anything he's the one usually helping people. Talking about feelings and shit.
"Pleaseee." Angel pleaded, looking at Husk directly in his eyes ,with the best puppy dog eyes he could do.
Husk figured that the spider demon wasn't gonna get off his tail until he let him do it. So. After a brief moment of reluctance.
"Four to five seconds. That's all you get-"
"45 seconds?!"
"Four. To. Five. Seconds"
"aww.."
Husk was tempted to chuckle at the spiders dissapointment. But that was immediately cut off when he just realized what he had said. well it's too late to back out.
Angel hoists himself up onto the counter and turns so that he can face Husk. Husk rolls his eyes and stands infront of Angel.
Slowly, Angel starts scratching behind Husk's left ear, very lightly. Husk's eyes screwed shut, but seemingly became more relaxed as Angel went out. It was a very relaxing sensation for the bartender. Something he didn't expect Angel to do, maybe Charlie, or even Nifty if she was curious. But no. It was the spider demon. And he was surprisingly good at it.
Angel then uses another hand to gently scratch behind Husk's right ear. Husk flinched a bit at the sudden touch, instantly prompting Angel to stop and apologize. Husk assured him that it was fine, and with that, Angel went back to scratching.
And soon enough. A gentle rumbling once again emits from Husk. Angel holds in his laugh and continues. Suddenly he gets an idea
Whilst still scratching behind Husk's ears, angel uses one of his other hands to gentle scratch Husk's chin. This time Husk didn't flinch at all. He just stood there ,tiredly happy, enjoying the attention he was getting
They had both pretty much forgotten the time limit at this point, nor did they care. Husk was happy, and Angel was proud he could make Husk happy.
Angel never thought he'd be this close with Husk ever. But the afterlife really surprised him. Sure Angel is still mad with all the shit Valentino puts him through, but he's also happy that at the end of the day.
He'll always get to see his loser.
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And that was it. Hello people of Tumblr. Please excuse any grammar or spelling mistakes because this is my first fic. And if you read it thank you
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cookiesupplier · 3 days
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Every Rose Has Its Thorns - Part Thirty-Five (nsfw)
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pairing: Ricky Olson x ofc x Chris 'Motionless' Cerulli
warnings/tropes: slow burn, soulmates, strangers to enemies to lovers, betrayal, angst, fluff, smut, language, online bullying, panic attacks, stalking, mental health issues.
summary: In a world where soulmates inexplicably receive a tattoo that will match that of their soulmate the moment they turn eighteen years old, being famous and covered in very visible tattoos can make finding your true soulmate a questionable fate. For everyone involved.
author’s note: Unbeta'd, readers beware as always lol.
To read from the beginning, check out the Masterlist Here!
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Once dinner was over, Talia went back to Vinny’s, staying with Chris and Ricky was not going to happen. Being around the two of them was entirely far too tempting for her, and it wasn’t just physical. Being around them, she was drawn to them, both of them. Sitting there in her bed thinking back to the last couple of weeks, when she was around Chris, she always felt so vibrant, so alive. He made her feel joy in living again, when she realised now that for so many years, she’d just been going day by day, just putting one foot in front of the other. She’d been living her life, as if she were, an echo of herself, ever since she managed to leave the institute. 
What did that say about her life, everything she’d done? Her friends, her family? Oh, no, she knew what it said about her family. Her blood family anyway, they hadn’t mattered to her since before they’d forced her into that institute. Looking back, she felt like she was a better person for that. Her family had always put too much stock in money, and where people stood in the social classes, it was one of the reasons that they weren’t allowed to bring friends on their snow trips. Saying family only might have seemed a bonding experience, but from her memories, it always felt like a way to push down those that they felt were ‘lesser’ than they were. Talia would have preferred to stay home for her holidays with her friends, any time, but she never got that choice, always dragged along, every year. Sure, there were plenty of trips that she actually enjoyed, but that didn’t mean she didn’t wish she didn’t wish for things to be different.
Her life before the institute, her life before everything had been turned on its head, before her family questioned her sanity, had always been privileged. Sometimes admitting that made her feel, disgusting. It made her feel, repulsive, like she didn’t deserve anything that she had in her life, anything that she’d had before.
For Talia, while her tattoo had destroyed her life in so many ways, it had also freed her from her family too. Freed her from them, from their expectations, from the way they would bind her and trap her to their ways, without any escape from the way they wanted her to live their lives. The problem was, looking back now, she hadn’t really, had she? She’d been living for so many years, under that shadow, the shadow of what they had done to her, hiding in herself, and withdrawn from how she really felt about it all. Not telling a soul? How was that free at all. She might have gone out, looked like she was living freely with her friends, her found family, her new life, her new home, her new freedom, but she’d still been trapped.
She’d blamed the tattoo and how other people reacted to it for so long, first there had been the jealousy at school, high school, college. Whether they believed her or not didn’t matter, people that once called her friends suddenly treated her like she was a freak, like she was mental. Oh, Talia thinks always thought she’d better than us, she has to have a famous soulmate, and went out of their way to crush her down, each and every day. It went from person to person, and she had felt so alone if it went for Ava, Jordan and Kyle, why they’d stuck by her, she’d never really understand, but they had. She asked them once, and all Ava had done was shrug and say that when she’d needed her, Talia hadn't blinked, nope, she hadn’t blinked about helping her. Sure it hadn’t been about soulmates, it had been about losing her parents, but Talia had always been there for her, supported her, so why wouldn't she be right by her side when she needed her too, no matter whatever the reason, ever.
Yet she’d been hiding, hiding in the shadows of her life, hadn’t she? Telling herself it was because everyone treated her differently because of her tattoo had been far too easy. When she tried to meet new people or date, most of them were just looking for their soulmates, and she could never be that, so it was, always, wrong. There was always an excuse not to put herself out there, not to take risks, and yet, now here she was. She was terrified, not sure if she was ready to take such a risk on Ricky, and Chris.
While Ricky didn’t want her, her soulmate tattoo was just as it had always had been, nothing but a nuisance to her. Now with the change that Chris might be involved, she wasn’t sure what that was going to do to the situation. Ricky seemed to think Chris would want her, but Ricky had kissed Chris himself before even considering they’d be connected, right? Chris certainly didn’t seem to have had a problem with that either, what if she didn’t need to be a part of the equation at all? The very thought sent a searing feeling she could only consider contributing to pain to her tattoo, breathing through it, it hurt more than it ever had before. Talia didn’t want to lose… she didn’t want to lose either of them. Yes, she knew Ricky didn’t want her, and what Chris wanted, she didn’t know that yet. Yes he'd kissed her so eagerly, but that was a kiss. A kiss was easy, a soulmate? A soulmate was so much more than a kiss. They didn’t even know what was truly happening with his soulmate tattoo. Maybe it would have no connection to their, but considering the sensations involved, it seemed unlikely.
Just thinking about this afternoon with them, the joy, laughing over cooking dinner, teasing Ricky over his dessert, it calmed her down enough for the scorching pain in her tattoo to ease. Considering how painful it had been, she was sure that it had happened faster than ever before. She shivered, however, just thinking about the dinner, and everything that had happened during it, most noticeably, the end… dessert. Ricky bringing out his dessert. 
Thanking about that moment, that moment that they’d sat there eating his dessert, those messily decorated strawberries, the chocolate smearing her lips. Remembering the way she had spied, the way Chris watched as she licked over them, his eyes following the movement of her tongue over her lip as she swiped at the chocolate. Talia felt her face flush with a tingle of warmth flush through her all over again. Only this time it felt like so much more than her just her face when she’d blushed seeing Ricky watching her lick her lips as well. Both men had had their eyes trained on her last night, and laying there in her bed, all she could think about, was imagining them watching her now.
The need that rushed through her now was like a thrum of heat, and the tingle in her tattoo was no match for it this time. Before, Talia had been struggling to handle the feelings in her tattoo when this happened, the intensity. This time, she swore that thinking about the way both Ricky and Chris looked at her last night, closing her eyes with a soft groan, her fingers slipping down into her slip shorts, it was no match. A whimper escaped her at the aching throb she felt burning between her thighs, her fingertips slipping under the flimsy material to find herself already wet just thinking about them. Gasping, why was she so surprised, these men had been consuming her thoughts for, for far longer than she wanted to admit.
Stroking her thumb over her clit, her thighs confined in her shorts but far too wrapped up in this feeling to give thought to taking them off right then, so just gave in to how far she could move. Her fingers rubbing along her slit, on sliding into her with a groan as she rubbed over nerves as thought about the feeling of Chris lips on hers. How would it feel to have him be the one touching her like this? Thinking about his finger pressing inside of her, his tongue circling her clit instead of her thumb.
“Chris.”
His name escaped her with a moan as she pressed a second finger inside herself. Feeling the way her inner walls fluttered just at the thought of Chris fingers inside of her. Of course, as the sensation washed over her completely, the fingers of her other hand twisting in the sheets of the bed, a shudder running down her spine. Talia’s hips arched slightly into her touched as she pumped her fingers inside herself, rubbing against her sensitive skin, moaning, chasing her pleasure. Her eyes fluttering closed as she just gave herself over to the thought of it being Chris there with her, Chris fingers inside of her. Ricky kneeling on the bed beside her, her other hand moving from the bed and massaging her breast over her top in his place, his voice low, and rough whispering against her ear,
“You like that Sweetheart, look at you, such a good girl, going to come for us, aren’t you?”
Keening at the sound of his voice, oh god, it was so different hearing it now, so different when she wasn’t fuelled by the panic of the tattoo. The tingle in her neck was still there, reminding her, but it wasn’t ruling over her body, it didn’t feel like it was controlling pushing her this time. Not when her fingers curled inside of her and she heard Chris this time.
“Going to come for us, aren’t you, Baby?”
The moan that ripped from her throat at his question, hearing that, would Chris even call her that, oh god, please, please,
“Daddy, please!”
Rubbing at her clit furiously, imagining Chris mouth on her, his fingers inside of her, pressing at that spongy spot against her inner walls as she cried out when she almost wailed as she came undone on her own fingers.
Panting for breath, blinking her eyes open as she came crashing back down to earth. While consciously Talia knew she’d been alone this entire time, all the same, the effect was jarring as she glanced to where she had imagined them for those barest of moments, wishing they were there, and her bed was empty. Her hand slid from her breast, the other slipping out of her shorts with a whimper. She to god, if that was the tattoo making her hallucinate, that was a whole new layer of freaky, and she was going to scream. No, no, she wasn’t going to consider that, it was just her over active imagination and two irresistibly sexy men staring at her over chocolate covered strawberries, that was what had done it.
Oh god, she needed to cool off.
After a few deep breaths, she climbed out of bed, took a moment to change her underwear for comforts sake and made her way to the bathroom. Washing her hands in some cool soothing water, she then continued to splash some against her face, looking at her flushed warm features in the mirror.. What had she gotten herself into?
It was as she's walking back to her room, that was Talia runs into Ava, who seemed to making her way towards the kitchen.
“Can’t sleep either? Just getting a glass of water.”
Shrugging her shoulders a little,
“Bit of a strange dream actually, needed to splash some water on my face.”
Smiling softly to Ava then, but at the same time, her stomach twisted at yet another little white lie. She was always doing that, twisting the truth just enough to be tell the truth, but not tell her the entire truth..
“Actually, no.”
Sighing, no she couldn’t keep doing this, she needed to tell her the truth, she needed to tell her everything, finally. Maybe even Kyle and Jordan, but she could have those conversations later, this one she needed to have first.
“Not quite anyway, Ava, can we talk?”
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steleir · 23 hours
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MASTERLIST ⊹ #PROLOGUE: WHEN FOREVER FELL APART ⊹ NEXT: ALWAYS, WHENEVER.
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𝜗𝜚 ‧₊˚ ⊹ : loving itoshi sae was a sacrifice, one you were always unknowingly willing to make. 
✦ . fem! chef! reader x itoshi sae | 3.1k wc. | fluff, angst, mentions of alcohol, suggestive, ceo! sae, arguments, smoking, parties, cheating, this is fucking ass but it’s a prologue so it’s ok. (more could be added) not proofread lol…
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UNIVERSITY: SECOND YEAR.
Of course, yet again, he leaves without saying a word. Honestly, no matter how much you liked to think that you had Itoshi Sae figured out, he proceeds to prove you wrong at every turn.
You’ve known Sae ever since your first year of high school; then he was a sweet boy. But, as the years progressed, you noticed these changes in him.
Many said it was the fact that soon he’d have to give up his football career and take over his father's company.
You always knew he hated that someday, since he was the heir to the company, he’d have to give up the thing he loved most, football.
Of course, he did have a brother, but he too loved football, and honestly, he couldn’t bear having to make his brother give up the thing he loved most too.
Maybe that’s how you found yourself beneath him for the hundredth time.
Every time you tried to talk to Sae like a normal person, he’d shut you up with a kiss. Were you two dating? Of course not! It would be outrageous if you two were complete opposites.
But it didn’t really stop this little thing you had going on. It was kind of on and off. Only until one of you finds a partner.
But you enjoyed it and hoped it would never end. It wasn’t that you liked him like that. He just pleased you in a way no man ever really did.
So perhaps that is why you always saw Arakaki Naomi as a sort of threat?
You saw that innocent smile she put on for him when she touched his arm and tugged lightly at his sleeve.
It was hypocritical of you; you were always flirting with other men in an attempt to possibly find a man who could be better than Itoshi Sae. But everyone knows that’s impossible—at least until you meet Oliver Aiku.
He was a friend of Naomi’s, and soon the four of you became a sort of friend group.
He had black as green hair and two different coloured eyes, which you, admittedly, found beautiful.
Debatably, his eyes could rival those of Itoshi Sae.
UNIVERSITY: THIRD YEAR
The thing with you and Sae went on, and god, did you want more. A lot more.
But it seemed he didn’t. He always walked out on you the second you both reached your climax; it was over.
You hated it; maybe that’s why part of you now feels that you want to end it.
But you—everyone—knew you couldn’t do it. You stayed patiently waiting, with the mindset that you could possibly change him.
You just never expected the possibility that he actually did love you already.
You didn’t expect that every second that you weren’t with him was practically torture for him.
Maybe he concealed the fact when he saw you hitting on all those guys, or when he saw how close you’d gotten to Oliver.
… Yea, he hated that. Oliver Aiku didn’t deserve an angel like you, not in a million years.
However, you seemed to think otherwise. He also hated that.
He was always talking to you, flirting not so subtly, and the heart eyes you sent him were just so painfully obvious.
That’s when he started getting rougher with you in bed, letting out his anger.
Was it stupid to simply not approach you and confess his everlasting love for you then? Yes, of course. But you seemed to not care about him that way at all.
UNIVERSITY: FOURTH YEAR
This was your last straw. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary—him walking out when you reached your climax but not speaking to you for two weeks?
And today, after ignoring your calls, texts, or every time you tried to approach him in the large halls of the university, then proceeding to show up to your small apartment that you shared with a friend, with his hands all over you before you even got the chance to muster a word, you snapped.
Or, at least, you snapped in your head. Every insult imaginable was racing through your head the entire time, even when he was literally fucking you dumb.
What was his goal in all this? Make himself the only thing that you could think of. Because if it was, his plan was working. Just not exactly how he wanted it either.
You panned on staying calm, ending this whole thing over text once he left, because you knew you couldn’t do it face-to-face.
Until he gave you that rare sweet smile, reserved only for you, or at least what he said.
That’s when you couldn’t bottle it up anymore, yelling everything you felt and yelling at him to get out.
You ran to Oliver’s house crying that night. He was the only person who understood you that way. Naomi was too in love with him to care; telling her about what you two have been doing for the past few years wasn’t really the best idea.
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The years after that were kind of a mess. You and Sae drifted; he tried to make an effort to get you to talk to him, but you could barely face him.
During those months, you relied on Oliver to be your comfort. He graduated law school a year before you graduated from your university, and so did Naomi, so they were both working (coincidentally) in the same firm as associates.
You had to admit they were both really good, and it would only be a matter of time before they both climbed through the ranks.
You, however, were still contemplating what to do. You majored in English, but you weren’t sure if you really wanted to pursue journalism like you originally intended to.
Honestly, for you, that year was really just one you wasted.
Music blasted, a cigarette was placed between your upper and lower lips, and smoke came out of your mouth when you removed it.
Usually, you weren’t a fan of parties or smoking, but Naomi seemed to have an influence over you.
“Stop sulking in the corner and come dance with me!” She laughed, the stench of alcohol evident on you.
You came here to have fun, but everything—the smell of alcohol reminded you of sae. The second time he ever came over to have sex with it, it was, as anyone would expect it to be, awkward.
So you got drunk, just to desensitise yourselves from the fact that what you’re doing is bound to ruin your friendship at some point.
The music may not be the same song, but you often put music on during those intimate times between you both, which eventually stopped, with Sae’s excuse of wanting to hear you properly.
The dress you wore. A black one you had and wore once before he quickly took it off you, though he seemed to like the dress and the way it fit so well around your figure.
You got up following her, the cigarette now in between your index and middle fingers, Naomi pulling on your free hand.
Soon, you found yourself surrounded by a group of boys, more specifically Oliver, Shido, and Sae.
You didn’t even realise the look of distaste that took form on your face or how you took a few steps back.
Naomi was right beside you, chatting with all the boys minus Sae.
You both stood there quietly, and he opened his mouth to speak, but you quickly moved yourself between Shido and Oliver in an attempt to stop the boy from speaking about what he wanted too.
You too took another smoke from your cigarette, which brought you a sort of relief, and suddenly your name was brought up in the conversation.
“(Name), you don’t have a boyfriend, right?” Shido winked at you, taking a sip from his drink, a giggle escaping from the ginger-haired girl. “‘Cause I think Aiku might be interested!” He wiggled his eyebrows, eyes shifting between you both, as the boy with a faint stubble nudged him with his elbow.
A smile formed on your face, but a scowl formed on Sae’s. You liked the sight of it—the judging look he’d send everyone—but now it was specifically directed at Aiku.
And you knew why.
Though you weren’t sure how, by the end of the day, you found yourself in Aiku's apartment, kissing him.
He asked you out on a date a week later, and shockingly, you both seemed perfect for each other.
You, of course, were aware of his whole womaniser antics; you lived through them. You watched him break girls hearts over and over again, but it wouldn’t hurt to see how this would turn out, right? After all, it wasn’t like there was a man chasing after you anyway.
So, one date turned into two, then three, and then four, and then he asked to be your boyfriend. You gladly accepted.
Though you simply didn’t imagine that you’d only have eight months together, really before you moved to Paris, deciding to pursue fashion,.
You were really good, since you’d grown up with a mother who worked in the field and who also taught you how to make clothes, knit, crochet, etc.
It was always simply a hobby of yours—nothing you ever thought of pursuing—but you started loving it more than just a hobby.
You were unsure just how long you’d stay there, and you really didn’t want to make Oliver wait for you.
And then you broke up with him after breaking the news to him. It hurt you in a way when he seemed to not care, but you realised he did the second you noticed that glint in his eyes disappear, his cocky behaviour wavering.
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It’s been four years since then, and, to be honest, you had lots of fun in Paris. You were successful after a lot of hard work, but as the months passed, you found yourself bored with this job.
Fashion is amazing and beautiful, but it simply is not for you.
However, you still never regretted the fact that you went to that beautiful city, explored its wonders, and learned the beautiful language quite a bit.
Yet, it was time for you to go home. Which was exactly where you were headed now. Your head was tiredly resting on the window, staring at the dark sky, as you began to see more city light the closer you got to Japan.
You couldn’t wait to see your family again and to see Oliver again. To your surprise, he waited for you. Which you thought would not happen in a million years, not when there were so many better women he could have had the chance to meet.
Take Naomi for example; she had beautiful silky ginger hair and green eyes—not only that, but how smart she was.
Also, she saw Oliver all the time, as they both still worked for the same firm. Their skills quickly got them to the position of senior partners.
But it didn’t matter; he waited, and you had no reason to think about it further.
After two hours, you finally reached home. Everyone was there, except Sae. Which wasn’t a shock; from what you heard, he took over his dad’s business, and No was constantly flying around for work.
No one really heard from him; he closed himself off. He buried himself in work just like he did with football, never daring to ask for help.
You couldn’t care, however. Not when you finally get to see Aiku face-to-face again. You visited for a month or two every year, but nothing more.
His hand rested on your thigh as you admired the sights in Tokyo, which you’d already seen a million times when you grew up, but this was home.
Naomi butchered with your younger brothers in the back seat of the car, her childish behaviour shining through like a light.
Your parents took the other, which was filled with all the luggage that couldn’t fit in Oliver’s car.
Honestly, you had no social battery. No will to talk to anyone; simply enjoy the sweet melody of their laughter and jokes that you missed hearing face-to-face.
You spent the nights at your parents house, where they told you that you could reside for as long as it takes for you to find a job again.
You hated relying on other people. Whether it was for money, a place to live, or even if they lent you a simple hair tie, You always felt obligated to repay them. Even if it was your own parents.
You were twenty-eight. You weren’t a child anymore; you shouldn’t be relying on them. Even for the smallest things.
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Often, you find yourself in the kitchen, ignoring all your problems.
It had been a few months since you landed, and you still hadn’t found out what you wanted to do.
It was frustrating; you were getting lazy, and you hated how you did almost any chore you could think of to keep yourself from going crazy.
And Oliver, he was giving you mixed signals.
He’d call, he’d text, and you’d hang out, but anytime you tried to talk about the two of you, he seemed to shut you up with anything he possibly could.
Life was a mess. At least until Naomi and Oliver threw a party celebrating a big case they both had done together.
You dressed yourself in a pretty white dress that reached just above your thighs.
A simple make-up look since you found yourself with no time left before you had to head out the door.
But you simply didn’t expect to see Itoshi Sae there.
You heard that he and Oliver weren’t really on the best terms, but maybe he was here for Naomi.
You approached the three, and to your shock, Naomi started planting kisses all over Sae’s face. “Oh, are you two?” You mustered the courage to make a sentence. Sae’s icy blue eyes precinct through your soul.
“No.” The red-haired boy replied.
You hadn’t spoken to him in years, but you could tell the difference in his voice. It was raspy, deeper, and colder.
All from that simple word ‘no.’
Naomi’s facial expression turned into one of bitterness, and you paid no mind. Not even bothering to say ‘hi’ to Sae.
Maybe it was childish for you to not want to talk to him at all, even after six years.
You quickly pulled Oliver away, leading him to an area where a Itoshi Sae was nowhere to be found.
"Oliver, I want to talk about us; do you think we’ll ever—“ he cut you off, “this isn’t the place, (name). have some fun!”
“Right…” You mumbled, a frown on your face. You really wanted to talk about it, to know if he wanted you two to be a thing.
He must’ve. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have put his hand in your thigh then, and he wouldn’t have kissed you a month ago.
So, why did he refuse to talk about it?
It bothered you and got in the way of your being able to enjoy the party. As if Sae wasn’t enough.
You found yourself walking towards the exit, not even a house later. “Stupid party,” you whispered to yourself.
Suddenly, a wrist grabbed yours. "(Name), I want to talk,” Sae said. “What?” You asked, keeping your composure and stopping yourself from crying because of everything that’s been bothering you.
“Can we be friends again?”
You pressed your lips against each other. Part of you wanted to say, ‘I’ll think about it, but that would be childish, wouldn’t it?
It’s been six years; why couldn’t you let go of it? Was it because part of you regretted not being more patient with him? Not admiring your love for him?
Impossible.
“Yes,” you responded, forcing a smile on your face, not sure if you’d regret this decision later on.
Would you fall back into that life of always being patient with him again? Having to wait for him to learn to communicate? Possibly.
Because part of you knew Itoshi Sae never really changed, unless it was negatively.
You’d take your chances.
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Two months later, your friend, who happened to own a restaurant, offered you a job as the chef.
And you gladly accepted. Any job at this point was good for you.
You found yourself loving it, cooking every day. With you, the restaurant reviews got better. More people came in, and it gave you pride that so many people came in because they heard about your amazing dishes.
You still lived with your parents, but you started saving to move out, having your eye on a beautiful apartment near their house.
And you and Sae started hanging out again, and it was going well.
You realised he really had changed in some aspects. He was still overworking himself, never allowing anyone to help.
You hated the sight; the eye bangs under his eyes were evident. A lot of the time, he bailed on you, having a bunch of work to get to.
“So, how are things going in the restaurant?” He asked, taking a sip from his wine. “Good, I really like it.”
“You know, you should open your own if you like cooking so much,” he suggested, and you furrowed your brows.
“I still don’t have enough money to buy an apartment; how do you expect me to open my own restaurant?” You raised a brow. “Right.”
Classic music played lightly, and you continued to eat your food. Sae had invited you to this fancy restaurant, insisting he’d pay for everything to make up for the times he bailed on you.
“Thank you, Sae,” you smiled, finding yourself really enjoying your time with Sae. He didn’t reply, but a rare, small smile tugged on his face.
He walked you home that night, and you felt a sort of feeling in your stomach. It was weird; you hadn’t felt this around him in years.
You found yourself cuddling with his jacket that he hung on your shoulder when you said you were cold, and you “forgot” to give it back.
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✦ . @saelique @omitea @y2kuromi @gskill
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shoalweedhence · 16 hours
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One more, just one more
Warnings: / 
(too much kissing, does that count? It’s very sweet & mushy, sorry not sorry)
Pairing: Eddie Munson x GN Reader
Content Tag: Fluff
Word Count: 1512
Inspired by: @str4ngergirlw0rld (is it ok to tag people like this, idk how to tumblr, help)
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“Eddie…” 
You sighed for the umpteenth time this morning. Ever since you had woken up, your boyfriend had found himself in a very clingy -but in a cute way- mood. 
From the moment he had emerged into the kitchen of your apartment, his hair somehow messier than usual with two pieces sticking up from the top of his head and giving him small horns, you had laughed and he had captured your waist in-between his arms.
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“What?” He asked groggily, his voice rough and still perfectly laced with sleep.
“If I didn't know better, I’d say all that metal music really is turning you into some kind of satanic vessel.”
His eyes thinned, almost disappearing behind puffed out cheeks.
“Well, maybe I am one.”
Without further explanation, Eddie dove for your neck and you felt his nose brush against the exposed skin there. He sighed deeply, awakening a small army of goosebumps across your body. You gave in trying to move as he took a few long breaths, his demonic hair tickling the side of your face. When he pulled away, you barely had enough time to process what was happening before the feeling of his lips on yours quickly left you dazed.
Eddie moved past you to reach into the cupboard and you huffed, breathless.
“‘Morning to you too.”
Eddie in the morning was, well, quite unpredictable. Not that he would ever turn into an actual demon -or that you thought he was in any capacity to, anyway. Still, the way he moved around the kitchen, perfectly free of anyone else's expectations, intensified the voice in your head that tried to convince you of how comfortable he felt around you -clearly, with the hair horns and all… 
Everything he did in the hour following his waking up only tightened the grip he had on your heart. 
As you basked in his early aura, the allure of his back peaking through his shirt captivating your attention, you felt yourself reach up. You slid your hands into his hair from behind, untangling a few strands as gently as you could, making sure you were not pulling too sharply on any single hair. The fragile structure of the ‘horns’ was soon disrupted and they rapidly faded into the rest of the wavy, tangled mass.
“You know what I think about when you do that?” Eddie quietly said, his back to you still.
“What?” 
The sound of your own voice sounded far away as you focused dutifully on your task. There was something about touching his hair that always seemed to just mesmerise you. Maybe it was something to do with how careless he seemed about his grooming when it came to this specific part of his body; but that only made you want to double-down with efforts to take care of it… of him.
Because of your concentrated state, you were a bit startled when Eddie turned around, his hands suddenly resting on your waist as if they were magnetically pulled to it.
“It makes me think about how much I want to kiss you.”
You took one quick breath in before Eddie’s mouth was on yours. It was a simple, short and sweet peck, but it was enough to leave your lips tingling. The warm breath that cascaded down your lips as he pulled away only worsened the craving for his mouth on yours again. You blinked up at him, feeling your heartbeat trying to copy the rhythm of the drums of Eddie’s favourite songs.
The thought made you smile and, just as you opened your mouth to speak, Eddie’s lips found your own again and you had to swallow your words back up, only a muffled squeal escaping your throat. 
Eddie then started to attack your lips with kisses, breathing out one word each time your lips parted.
“Why, are, you, so, cute?” 
“I don’t know,” you laughed, placing your hands on his chest to stop him from placing more devilishly tempting kisses on your lips.
Eddie sighed, taking hold of your hands as he peppered your knuckles with kisses instead. 
“Eddie,” you called, licking your lips as you still felt the tingle from the pressure he had just put on them.
He looked down at you, his warm brown eyes hooded as he gently accompanied your hands back down to your sides before he let them go.
Just as you thought that he was going to step back from you, a quick look at the clock beside your microwave informing you that it was nearly time for you to go to work, you were startled again when his lips found yours.
“Eddie,” you sighed, stifling a chuckle, “I have to go soon.”
He pecked you again, placing his forehead against your own as he whined, “but I don’t want you to…”
You smiled, resting your hands on his cheeks as you were the one to engage the kiss this time, holding Eddie’s face in place for a bit longer.
Whether by the authoritative force of responsibilities, or some magical, Disney-like spell that had been broken by you engaging the kiss, Eddie let you go, his features set in a deep pout.
You could not help yourself but reach for the apple of his cheek and place a soft kiss there, his eyes following your every movement.
“See you tonight,” you said, your hand catching his and giving it a squeeze.
You made for the bathroom, then, giving yourself a quick look over in the mirror to make sure you felt presentable, and also wanting to see if your lips were as puffy as they felt. 
They were. Even more so than you had imagined, actually.
You sighed, but the smile on your face was evident.
So evident indeed that when you exited the bathroom, making your way towards the front door and seeing your boyfriend standing there like a monolith, his shoulders wide and squared as he waited for you, he was not even impressed in the slightest by the warning tone of your voice.
“Eddie…” 
“One more?” He asked, “just one more?”
You shook your head but took the few final steps towards him, leaning on your tiptoes to reach his face. The fabric of his shirt wrinkled as your fingers, subconsciously having made their way there out of their own volition, tightened when you felt Eddie guide your back to the wall.
“Eddie,” you exhaled, your eyes thinning at him.
“Please, just one more?”
You rolled your eyes, rolling on the balls of your feet and standing on your tiptoes again to kiss him.
But even as you parted, Eddie did not move. He stood perfectly still, imposing as he loomed over you and blocked your only way out of your apartment.
“Eddie…”
“Last one?”
You quirked an eyebrow at him, gathering as much intensity in your stare as you could.
“Last one,” you answered, this time reaching your hands to the back of his head and pulling him down.
And yet, when you pulled away, he still did not move.
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“If you give me another kiss, I promise I will wash the dishes tonight, I swear,” he pleaded, his eyes rounding up with hope.
“Even the box grater?” 
He winced at that, and you could see his intelligent eyes considering your deal. Finally, he nodded his head, looking a bit defeated but licking his lips in anticipation, “even the box grater.”
And surely, you did kiss him again, pulling him towards you for an extra couple of seconds. After all, if he was going to wash the famously impossible-to-clean utensil, he would need all the additional support he could get.
And still, as your heels landed back on the ground and you opened your eyes, he still did not budge.
“Eddie, come on,” you said with an edge, “I really have to go.”
Looking as if he had been electrocuted, Eddie's hands left the wall behind you as he pulled back. You walked around him and placed your hand on the door handle.
“Are you mad?” 
His voice was quiet and you turned around to find his features looking genuinely nervous, bordering distressed. 
You sighed, your fingers tightening around the cold metal of the handle, “mad? No. Frustrated? A little bit.”
His face fell a little at your words, a strained smile on his lips as he tried his best to appear understanding of your reaction.
You let your hand fall back beside you and stepped in front of him, “I want to be mad,” you said, your voice coming out a bit lower than you intended, “but how could I ever resist that face?” 
Your fingers found the collar of his shirt, gripping the fabric as you pulled him down and pressed one last *final* kiss to his lips. 
“I love you,” he said, pressing a kiss to your temple and taking a step back, leaning against the wall as he watched you leave. 
“I love you too,” you called as you opened and closed the door behind you, a smile on your face, “you beautiful devil.”
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secret-w-l · 1 day
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~Whump #7~
Ft. Arrogant Whumpee, Vengeful Whumper, Pirate Whumpee, bound and gagged
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(This one’s a bit long- hope you enjoy!)
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Whumpee hissed through their teeth, the air they released filled with judgment.
“I don’t mean to pry, but are you really using that knot? Are you sure it’ll hold?” They asked. Whumper grumbled something under their breath as they focused on wrapping tight, thick rope around Whumpee’s wrists and the arm of a chair. Whumpee crossed their legs in a relaxed way.
“Alright then, don’t listen to me. I mean, what do I know anyways? I’ve only sailed for my entire life…” Whumpee trailed off. They began to whistle nonchalantly, as if they were waiting for the train rather than being held against their will. Whumper said nothing, finishing with their wrists and moving to their legs. Whumper grabbed Whumpee’s crossed leg and pulled it to the floor rather violently. Whumpee continued to whistle as Whumper tied their legs to the chair. When Whumper stood and turned around to retrieve something from their bag, Whumpee sighed.
“Look, I’ve got no clue what you’d want from a pirate like myself, but I will say it takes some guts to kidnap someone like me. I mean, taking a Captain straight off their own ship? I almost have some respect for you. . .
Almost.”
Whumpee waited for Whumper to turn around and lose it.
But they didn’t. They simply continued digging around in their bag. So Whumpee continued talking. Someone had to fill the silence, right?
“Anyways, will you be looking for a ransom? I’m almost positive my crew will be happy to kill you instead. Here’s a tip- I wouldn’t give them your location. That may spell disaster.” Whumpee paused.
… Still nothing.
“For you, I mean, not me. I trust my crew. They adore me, you know. You were smart to drug me earlier- otherwise I would have called out to my crew and you’d’ve been dead before you took another step. They’re pretty adept at what they do. I’ve seen them gut people like fish. . . I’ve taught them well.” Whumpee said proudly.
Whumper still did not turn around, but they had stopped looking through the bag.
Whumpee sighed dramatically.
“You know, all of this waiting is quite rude. At least I’m a merciful person: when I capture someone, I make their death quick. . . . Is that your aim here? To kill me? I mean, that might be what I would do: grab someone important, offer a ransom, and then kill them. You get the ransom because there’s no way to prove whether or not you actually kidnapped the person you say you did, and people care too much- they’d all rather be safe than sorry. But they’re sorry either way. Their very important person is dead and you walk away ten times richer. It’s really all very genius. Well, I came up with it, of course it is!” Whumpee said with a grin.
And still, Whumper did not react.
So Whumpee continued.
“You know, I really am quite smart. How do you think I became Captain? That plan I just laid out for you? That works well when taking over another ship. Especially if that ship is run by a man who has people to protect.”
Whumpee didn’t notice, but Whumper began to shake- just so slightly.
“Yes, I always thought it was quite stupid that someone should bring his entire family out to sea and expect them to be safe. It was almost too easy to grab their ‘Captain.’ (Whumpee made the quotation marks with his fingers) I took him simply by holding a knife to his wife’s throat. He came very willingly after that. Once I had him, I ordered that his family- his crew- hand over their ship and all the money they had. Or else I’d kill their Captain. They, of course, quickly gave me everything. But it never mattered. He was dead before they even agreed. Dead before I offered the ransom. So. . . I don’t suppose you’re after my ship? Well, I’ll tell you right now, even if you do kill me, you’ll never get my ship. That little anecdote I just told you is drilled into my crew’s heads. They know better than to give everything up without proof of life. And besides, if you do end up killing me… well, that, I suppose, is your prerogative. Though I don’t suggest it. My crew will seek vengeance, and I’ve instructed that it should not be pretty.” Whumpee threatened.
Was Whumper… laughing? This struck Whumpee into silence- why would they be laughing?
And indeed, Whumper was laughing. They turned around with a rag and a knife in their hand, both shaking with laughter. They stalked over to Whumpee and stood in front of them.
“You really don’t get it, do you? You really don’t know who I am?” Whumper asked.
“Am I supposed to?” Whumpee asked with a short laugh. Whumper shook their head slowly.
“No… no I guess not. I was so much younger then… you wouldn’t recognize me now…” Whumper said. Whumpee rolled their eyes.
“Look, I’m all for a tragic backstory, but really, if you’re going to kill me, my last wish is that you make it quick.” Whumpee said. Whumper raised an eyebrow and leaned over Whumpee, using Whumpee’s shoulder as support.
“That’s my father’s ship you stole. I want it back. But not before I show you a good time.” Whumper whispered. Whumpee’s eyes went wide as Whumper pulled away and began walking in a circle around Whumpee.
“Ahhh! I see!” Whumpee said. And then they laughed. “So, this is revenge! Excellent! Like I said, I gave your father a quick death, so, seeing as this is an eye for an eye situation, you’ll be killing me very soon here, is that correct? I mean, I can tell you exactly how I went about it, but I’m sure that’s not something you’d want to know.” Whumpee said. Whumper stopped behind them. They said nothing for a minute before sighing dramatically and leaning down next to Whumpee’s ear.
“You are a very conceited person Captain. I’m sure you’d love to die. But I won’t be the one to provide you that pleasure. And besides, I’m not the only one who’d like to get to know you. My family has been dying to meet you and it would be rude to kill you before everyone’s had their fun.” Whumper said. Whumpee began to protest, but Whumper shoved the cloth in their mouth before they could.
“Sorry about that, but unfortunately, there are people around, and we wouldn’t want anyone finding you prematurely.” Whumper said as they walked around to the front of Whumpee once more.
“Maybe later, when your crew stops looking for you- because they will- we can move you somewhere else. Somewhere where there are no people and I’ll get to hear you scream until your throat gives out.” Whumper said.
Whumpee tried to continue playing it cool, but it was clear now that Whumper really meant business.
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dottiedearly · 2 days
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Power and Control (p.1)
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Lucifer Magne Morningstar X Reader
Warnings: Fem!Reader, Eventual Smut/NSFW (not in this part.) [Minors DNI]
Fic below the cut!
“What the hell is all that noise,” you ask, slowly coming back to consciousness. As you open your eyes, streets lined with red, both of pavement and of blood, fill your vision. People screaming in the streets around you causes your head to pound, still not entirely sure where you are. Taking in your surroundings, a deep red hue permeates through the entirety of the area.
Ah. That’s right. You died. Shit… wait, if you were dead, then by the looks of things….. awe fuck! So hell is real after all. One shitty way to figure that out, that’s for sure.
“At least I’m not burning in eternal flames..” you think to yourself. Brushing off what you can only assume to be bits of cracked pavement from your harsh landing, you stand up and take a deep breath.
Ew. Hell stinks.
As much as this sucks, you figure you might as well make the most of it. Considering you’re not bound to burn until the end of days, all in all, things could be worse. Could certainly be a lot better though. I mean, damn, you know you weren’t the greatest person out there, but hell? Come on. Surely there has to have been some mistake. You need to find someone who can give you answers, and quick. The last thing you want is to smell rotting flesh and the coppery scent of blood every time you so much as go out to get groceries until the end of time.
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Looking up at the building looming over you, lights flash invitingly.
“Hazbin Hotel.”
Yeah, this is the place. A quick glance down at the flier in your hand confirms it, the address stated matching up with the location. Seems a bit dodgy, but the woman who enthusiastically handed you the paper to begin with seemed more trustworthy and friendly than anyone else you had met in this shithole the past couple of weeks. A little too enthusiastic, maybe… Oh well. You’re here now, it would be rude to turn around.
With a small push, you open the doors in front of you to reveal a uniquely decorated hotel lobby. A few people are scattered about, but all look at you expectantly. The first to speak up is the lady you met earlier. Her name was… Charlie, you believe? Her eyes light up as she notices you walking past the front entrance, and wastes no time walking up to you with a large smile plastered on her face.
“You came! I mean, I hoped you would, but I didn’t actually expect you to! You didn’t turn around after opening the front door, most people don’t bother to even walk through it, much less continue to make their way in afterwards! I’m just so excited to have a new guest, and-“ she’s cut off when she notices your wide-eyed and slightly overwhelmed expression. A few snickers from one of the guests near the bar cause her back up and calm herself down. “Sorry! Sorry… Excuse me. In case you had forgotten, I’m Charlie, Princess of Hell. Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel.” A tender smile finds its way across her face as she gives a slight bow.
Wait. Princess of Hell? That’s like… a thing? So, if she’s the princess, then…
“Can I meet your dad?” You blurt out suddenly, the only thought in your mind being on if you could talk with him and find out how you ended up here, or how to get out. Upon hearing this, Charlie’s face turns to one of bewilderment. She’s clearly not the only one shocked by your bluntness, as a loud laugh can be heard across the room where the snicker from earlier originated, followed by the sound of a fist repeatedly banging the bar table and “Who’s this chick think she is? Tha balls on that bitch! And here I thought I was tha most forward person here.” It makes you realize how utterly ridiculous you sounded.
“I- ah…” Charlie begins to come up with something to say as a response. She clears her throat. “I’m not so sure if that’s-“ She’s cut off again. But this time, by a much louder voice. One that seeped power, one that commanded everyone in the room to listen just by the sound of it.
“A chance to meet a loyal subject? And one who’s going to be staying at my daughter’s hotel to boot? I’d be crazy to not want to have a chat with this little lady!” A man in a long white tailcoat makes his way down the stairs, shiny boots clacking against the floor with every step. You try to get a good look at him, but your vision is obscured by a large white hat with a shining apple placed on it. Is that…?
The cold metal of a red apple adorned cane lightly touches the bottom of your chin, gently tilting your face upwards to look at the man in front of you.
Holy shit.
Red pupils focus themselves onto your eyes, fixated on you. You can feel a certain power about the aura eminating from him. There’s no question about it. This is, undoubtedly,
“Lucifer Magne Morningstar. At your service.”
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wherearetherobots · 5 months
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All ready for Halloween!
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malwarechips · 6 months
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spore slugcat!! (uses dark injections, smoother, pandora's toolbox, advanced coloration pieces, and the camben color pack if you want to download the PNG for your own game!)
edit: here's hunter too!
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chronicsonicfan · 4 days
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The crossover I’m almost certain nobody asked for, but I am Happy to provide
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dennisboobs · 6 months
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sitting back after writing 3k words of a fic and thinking. what the hell is this
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alagaisia · 8 months
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Okay so I never got around to replacing the not-very-good-anyway astronaut shaped cookie cutter that I melted in the dishwasher with a better and unmelted one. And my cookie-decorating skills are none. So tonight, in preparation for Lunar Landing Day tomorrow, I made moon (circle) shaped shortbread cookies with just a regular old smear of frosting on them. But! They are pretty tasty :)
I (more or less) used this recipe for apricot basil shortbread:
It’s pretty savory on its own, which isn’t a bad thing at all, just not what I was looking for. But luckily, I was already planning to also use this recipe for apricot cream cheese frosting:
I halved it and had pretty much exactly the right amount. (…I also barely followed this recipe because I had dried apricots, not apricot jam, and because I’ve made cream cheese frosting before, and it’s very easy. The important takeaway here is that half of a block of cream cheese is the amount of cream cheese to start with for this recipe in this instance)
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wereh0gz · 6 months
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I wonder why ppl interpret sonic not jumping at the chance to kill an enemy as him giving "second chances" to bad guys who don't deserve it like eggman
#ramblings#yes that includes writers who worked on actual sonic media#like ian flynn. i like his work but this is one thing that keeps bugging me abt the way he writes sonic in the comics#i'm glad it doesn't seem to be transferring to the games he's working on#since he's working even more directly with sega now#like idk maybe the literal teenager just doesn't wanna kill ppl even if they do horrible things#also it's fiction with an audience of mostly children like. you can't expect it to go that far#and yeah he has Technically killed someone before with erazor djinn#but he's immortal so like. he's technically not dead maybe. just can't hurt anyone anymore#like i don't think he'd care if someone like eggman died in on of their battles#but he's not going out of his way to murder him#and it's not like he's just letting him go most of the time either. eggman is just good at making a getaway#sonic isn't judge jury and executioner. i doubt he thinks it's his place to kill someone as punishment for their crimes#he'd rather let nature do it. or let them die from their own hubris#but him not going out of his way to kill his enemies doesn't mean he's giving them a second chance#and expecting them to turn over a new leaf then being shocked when they don't every single time#he knows better than that#i don't think it's that complicated#like 'not wanting to kill ppl as a literal kid' and 'not forgiving ppl for horrible crimes' are two ideas that can coexist i think#him not wanting to kill doesn't need to be justified as him giving second chances or whatever
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FUCK IT, JOJO DANKOVSKY
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