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monicahar · 21 days

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“my wife.”

how they address you. why does it make your heart skip a beat each time?

characters; neuvillette, wriothesley

—female pronouns obvi, aaaa this is so random😭 fluff, tad bit of crack, has suggestive themes/dirty jokes cause that's my humor in general, just tryna get into writing again heehaa don't mind me ʘ⁠‿⁠ʘ

NEUVILETTE always accompanies the term with unmatched affection. it rolls off his tongue perfectly like a match made in heaven, coupled with the serene image of you instantaneously appearing in his mind before he even thinks of the uttering the endearing term. he still finds it surreal that you are both even lawfully married, yet the way he calls you his wife is already on instinct. is it too presumptuous of him?

well, in the end, he can't find any means to worry about it when you seem to equally adore the nickname.

“ooohh, say it again, say it again!”

he can't tell whether he married a child or not, but he still obliges your request and calls you his wife affectionately once more.

meanwhile, furina nearly gags everytime she hears him say it so softly—like using any other tone when referring to you would land him in the hands of the fortress of meropide. sure—she might've been the one who set up both of you—but the drama and thrill akin to watching a romance film has delightfully ended, and she can only meddle so much in marital matters. the iudex just might actually have her head in a platter if she were to do anything mischievous at that point.

but while a happy neuvillette is running around announcing 'my wife' this and 'my wife' that, you are currently stuck on what to call him in return, sadly enough.

“at this point, i think i'm just going to call you daddy.”

it was unfortunate with the way he choked on some of the water he was drinking—well, thank goodness he didn't spill much as before. for this wasn't the first time you said something unprompted while he was in peace with his water—he can only internally sigh.

“and what exactly has influenced you to arrive at such a conclusion, my wife?” he does not miss the tiny shudder of your body that followed the endearment. your face burns a tad bit at that, and he softly chuckles.

“your effect on me is no joke, you know?” you pout at his amused smile, “the way you refer to me so sweetly makes me want to call you my dearest husband everytime.”

“i don't recall voicing any complaints. is something else holding you back from doing so?”

you nod solemnly in agreement at that, which prompts him to raise a brow in mild curiousity.

“thing is, i really like calling you by your first name. same with monsieur neuvilette. there's something mildly erotic within it—you get what i mean, hehehe...” he only stares at you, clearly unimpressed, and a bit concerned at the implication. you clear your throat, apologizing under your breath.

“still—it's such a devastating predicament to be unable to choose between the three.” you sigh defeatedly, moving to slump your entire weight on his lap. you mutter, “my dearest husband monsieur neuvillette...mmm, no, that's too long.”

chuckling at your dramatic antics, he plants a soothing hand on your waist, the other fixing your wrinkled clothing as you practically melt against his hold. “and you thought settling on daddy was the appropriate option?”

“i'm not hearing any objections.” you jest, feeling cheeky.

“please refrain from calling me such a thing in the eyes of the public atleast.”

“...huh? you're actually allowing it??”

WRIOTHESLEY on the other hand, says it as if he's flaunting. it leaves his lips like a taunt each time, indirectly telling the other party 'i have a hot wife and you dont' even though most of the time the people he mentions you to don't even know what you actually look like. it's silly, childish even, but you still love it nonetheless.

sigewinne and the other inmates have collectively told you that ever since you got married, he has never uttered your actual name to anyone else. some find it weird, some find it somehow disrespectful, and some are now convinced he's crazily obsessed with you, and now he's showing it off every chance he gets, much to everyone's dismay.

it's arrived to the point where a small percentage of people have actually forgotten about your name, and now refer to you as the duke's wife, or even duchess, to which you made a face at. that's kind of pushing it by then.

anywho, in the end, it's funny and endearing, maybe even makes you a bit giddy, but there is no way you're telling him that. the situation might escalate even more if possible.

“you know, my wife is very mean to me today.”

as a pair of strong yet gentle arms wrap around your waist, you resist the growing smile on your face, deciding to mess with your husband for a bit.

“is that so?” you continue your chores without a care in the world. he huffs.

“mhm. she won't look me in the eye the whole day, even though she seemed sooo happy last night.” face instantly burning, you hiss as you slap his arm in a fit of embarrassment, pulling a hearty chuckle from the man behind you.

“—and now she's hitting me as well. i can't believe this.” you both know very well he was not fazed in the slightest bit.

“if her husband wasn't such a pervert then maybe—”

his facade cracks as he forces out an awkward laugh, “hey now, baby, you know i'm nothing like that.”

“wriothesley.”

he clears his throat awkwardly, “okay, maybe a little. it's exclusive for you though! my wife doesn't have to be so mean about it, you're making me reallyyy sad here, y'know?”

there it is again, you think. that nickname. that damned word that makes you want to turn around and smash your lips against his and—wait, hold yourself together! don't forget the reason you're being cold to him!

“you deserve to feel remorse. i've been struggling to even move the whole day because of you.”

you go rigid.

you didn't mean for that to come out so bitter...oh no.

“oh. so that's what this is about.” you don't even have to turn around to know that there's a smug look on his stupidly handsome face, his grip on your waist turning into soothing circles as he presses a kiss to your neck.

“if my wife wanted a massage, she could've just said so.” it's husky when it leaves his mouth, leaving you to shiver with the chills he enunciates.

flustered, you completely disregard the way your knees buckle at the endearment laced with that low voice of his, hitting his arm once more, earning a tiny 'ouch' from him.

“pervert. i want rest, not another round!”

“heh, i didn't say anything about another round, my perverted wife.”

“you—” you are abrupt cut off as you yelp in surprise when your feet are raised off the ground, your face now much closer to your husband's as he carries you gently in his arms.

“shhh, just let me take you to bed. if my wife was feeling terrible the whole day, she should've just told me in the first place so she could stay in, don't you think?”

he's right, but you're still angry. “shut up.”

“just letting you know i'm not completely at fault, wife.” you attempt to ignore the furious beating of your heart, face burning at his smug expression. “i'm not the only one who wanted it.”

hsr version...? if i feel like it...🤔🤔

#har❗#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact imagines #neuvillette x reader #wriothesely x reader #genshin drabbles #genshin x you #genshin imagines #genshin headcanons

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cho-aaacho · 2 months

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Jealousy isn't really your style, is it?

Masterlist

Characters : Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento, Fushiguro Megumi, and Choso.

Gojo Satoru

He becomes increasingly silent—too silent until you can't detect his emotion. His appetite vanished as waves of jealousy showered on his mind. You don't even notice that at first, thinking he might be tired from work.

However, as the sun goes down to the horizon and is replaced by the moonlight, his smile fades whenever your eyes meet his. He refrains from calling you endearing nicknames, skips the usual sensual morning kiss, and avoids his favorite cookies. When you suggest playing video games, Gojo simply groans and leaves you alone.

What's happening to him? Did you hurt your sweetheart? No. Until the sky falls, you don't have a heart to hurt your sweetheart.

You can't let the stillness linger; you can't leave everything unresolved. It's so hurtful, to be honest. Why would Gojo be so selfish like this? You need to find out what's going on with your little sweetheart.

That night, Gojo stood in his favorite spot within the apartment, drowning in the beautiful goldfish in the aquarium. Golden and yellow, reflected in his eyes like sunflower petals.

He gently tapped his finger on the aquarium's glass, making the whole atmosphere feel so cold. Gojo seemed unusually relaxed, in contrast to the person he once was.

"I know I might come off as a boring and annoying man. People often say that, and I usually don't care about it at all because I understand it's not important. But when it comes from you—please... I don't want to hear that."

You do not quite understand what he means, but Gojo appears deeply hurt. His azure eyes, his words, his breath, the cologne he uses this time, the way he gazes at you—something feels off and unplaced.

This is the first time you've seen him so blue and so pained that the warmth in his lovely presence is almost undetectable. Everything is gone.

"Hey, I'm not sure if you've noticed, but it hurts me when you smile at other guys. I want you to be mine, and only mine, and no one else. Please don't do that again, because you're irreplaceable. If I lose you, I can't find another like you."

Geto Suguru

At first, he doesn't show his jealousy because Geto is the sweetest.

However, there comes a moment when he becomes more affectionate—increased physical touch, frequent kisses, hugs, showering you with praise, texting you almost every hour.

And when he does these things, he always leaves a sarcastic comment like, "I'm a better man, aren't I?" or "Can you see how much I care about you more than anyone else?"

and "I hope you're not blind enough to understand my affection."

also "I know you're not stupid enough to leave me alone. Because I hate being a loner."

It's somewhat annoying because Geto rarely behaves like this. It's simply... so strange, leaving you confused about whether it's a prank by the twins, if something horrible has hit him, or maybe he is too much into reading a weird romantic novel.

That morning, when you are sleeping on his lap, feeling his love, warmth, and kindness, he delicately traces his fingertips across your cheeks, down to your jawline, then meanders to your nose, pinching it gently, leaving a small chuckle before circling back to playfully tease the contour of your lips.

He leaned closer, sealing a gentle kiss on the nose tip and moving before grazing your lips with a small nibble. "Did Satoru ever kiss you like this? I doubt he has done this to you."

Your eyes fluttered open, confusion etching your expression. "What do you mean, Suguru-kun?"

He sighed. "Don't think I haven't noticed, cutie. I may not match Satoru's strength, but I'm not stupid. What were you up to with him last week? You seemed quite charmed with him, didn't you?"

He added. "Should I end both of you, so he can't have you and you can't have him? But I lack the heart to harm you, sweet love. Stop talking with that man. Because I hate sharing my love with someone else."

Nanami Kento

A tough man, he doesn't even realize if jealousy is starting to invade him; perhaps you might label it as denial.

He puts on a facade that everything is fine, brushing off any concerns by assuming them to be mere imagination or work-induced stress.

No, you didn't cheat or talk with another man. You're always a nice woman to Nanami Kento, and of course, never in your wildest dreams will you hurt your man.

However, a weird sensation starts to trouble him the next day when his coworkers engage in silly gossip about him and you.

Whispers float behind him, dripping with a sarcastic tone like, "How could a good woman like her date someone like Nanami-san? He's so boring."

and someone chimes in. "Yeah, I heard she dumped Gojo-san and went with him; why does she think like that?"

From that moment onward, everything feels upside down.

Each day, each time, every time he sees your face, catches your gaze, and hears your voice echoing in his ears, all of these hurt him.

He feels like he doesn't deserve you and thinks that perhaps you can find another guy, someone special, someplace that would make you safe and happy, someone who could make you feel at home whenever you run to them.

And that man is not me.

"I realize I might not be as caring as other men, or perhaps I come off as too boring for someone like you. Honestly, I don't wish for your kindness to be shared with anyone else—even a fleeting smile from you stirs a deep ache within me. Maybe it's an obsession, but if you allow me to share my jealousy, I don't want you to meet that guy, Gojo Satoru. For heaven's sake, I fear losing all control and ending up hurting you. I love you."

Fushiguro Megumi

Honestly, his anger management is the worst. There are scenes when he appears calm, collected, and cute, but, again, it's merely a facade he is creating, especially in your presence.

When the flames of jealousy shower on Megumi, flirting with his life, everything transforms into a hellish field.

He loses his temper and becomes easily offended whenever Yuuji attempts to engage in conversation with him, roasting everyone in sight. The situation continues until Maki beats him and tells him how annoying he is.

He has a terrible urge to throw punches at everyone, driven by the need to tell them that you belong to him. He needs to make it clear that you're already committed to someone else and that your heart is sealed with Fushiguro Megumi. Only with that man and no one else.

His intention is not just to show his obsession but also to dissuade others from bothering both of you. He longs to compel them to kneel, satisfying his fleeting sense of pride.

It's pretty hilarious because whenever Gojo catches wind of it, he bursts into laughter and playfully teases Megumi all day. Well, it's natural for anyone to have jealousy within them, but... doesn't Megumi take it a bit too far?

You've observed this pattern and tried to convince your dear boyfriend that everything around him is just his imagination. He shouldn't be worrying, and he just hurts himself by treating people like that.

Yet, Megumi is Megumi.

"I don't think I'm overreacting to this. When I'm upset, I express it openly. It's frustrating when people assume I'm obsessed with you—I'm not. I just don't want you to get involved with someone who isn't worth it for you. I fear you'll end up hurt. You can choose me; I can prove not only to you but to everyone that I am the one who truly deserves you."

Choso

Choso isn't typically the jealous type, but when he notices a certain closeness between you and his brothers, everything changes.

He genuinely cares for his brothers, going to great lengths to ensure their happiness and love. He values the bond you share with his brothers and cherishes the love and affection you have for each other.

However...

It's hard for him to put it into words. Everything is stuck in his throat and sealed inside his head.

Every time he sees you with his brothers blossoming an indescribable feeling within him, it's a burning sensation that's hard to bear. The flame is starting to burn him alive.

The way you share meals with them or laugh at their jokes—all of these irritate him to the point that they make his heart beat so fast. Choso is aware that these emotions are too complicated; he can't hate his brothers, but the heart has a way of contradicting logic.

How could God put love in his heart?

He fondly recalls the first snow you experienced together, the gentle embrace of summer against his skin, and the golden glow of spring's sun.

But he still wonders when he falls in love with you. Maybe since the first time he met you? Or else?

"I find immense joy in sharing my time and days with you. My brothers seem to love you as well. Everything about you is beautiful, and I cherish the moments we share. I fear losing you and our precious time; that's why I act this way when you're with them. I want to be the one you choose."

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #geto x reader #geto suguru x reader #nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader #megumi x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #choso x reader #choso x you #choso jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader

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arminsumi · 7 months

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OFFICE PLAYTIME

↳ NANAMI ななみ + fem!reader

"...I think you deserve a raise..."

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Summary : Nanami and his secretary... doing "work" in his office.

Warnings : 🔞 minors do not interact/read : smut/explicit content : daddy kink, unprotected sex, public setting (office sex), secretary x boss trope, namecalling (wh*re, sl*ut, +++), taboo fantasy (sexual relationship with your boss), creampie, m*sturbation (reader), sex on desk, blowjob, mean dom Nanami + soft sweetheart Nanami, praise, dirty talk, light humiliation, horny!reader, implied breeding kink, referring to c*m as "baby batter"

Note : this came from the heart 👍 i love boss nanami. and he's my true daddy (the rest r fake!!!!!) even if i don't write much for him. reqs open. bring me nanami thank u!

"Daddy... I n-need you..."

Nanami raises his brows, looking down at you pawing his clothed bulge while he's sat in his office doing paperwork. His throat constricts as his length starts hardening under your touch.

"Hm, what? What does my angel need?"

You squeeze the outline of his shaft and nearly moan.

"I need you to fuck me..."

"... well aren't you vulgar?" he stifles a laugh. "Alright. Work for it."

"But I need it so bad!"

"Work for it."

"Please, I'm so wet, j-just stuff your cock in me..."

He finally lets out a laugh, and firmly grabs your hand to stop your movements. "You're being such a slut today. Is it because I fucked you raw this morning? Hm? Is that it? I know it is. You're just a cock hungry slut. Is that right? You just want your boss to fuck you instead of putting that brain to work."

"Daddy's s-so mean..." you sigh erotically. Your bedroom eyes make his tip twitch. He practices self-discipline and refrains from shoving his dick down your throat right then.

He lifts your chin, making you look at him. "But you're the one with a kink for it, aren't you? You begged for me to be meaner. So now I will be. And that wasn't a suggestion... that was a command... work for it, slut."

Nanami looks at you coldly while you rip off his belt eagerly and thumb over his leaky cockhead. He's a silent man. So eliciting a groan or erotic noise from him means you're really doing something good... or maybe he's just sensitive. Or both.

"Such a pretty face... and a slutty mouth." he husks as you lower your lips down his cockhead, swirling your tongue around and around and relishing in the feeling of his meaty cock.

"Daddy..." you try to speak om his cock, and he groans at the vibration of your voice. That nickname drives him insane. He's not been much of a kinky man, but calling him daddy? He insisted you do it from day one. It's his weakness but he won't admit it.

He stoically observes you sucking his cock. "How's that pretty hole feeling? Eager to get stuffed I bet."

You nod and sputter "mhm!", your saliva and spit sloppily dripping down his cock. He admires the sight of your mouth being wide open and filled to the brim with his cock, what's a better way to spend boring office hours than with his secretary on his knees like this?

His big manly hand goes to the back of your head and helps you work up and down on his length, making you take more than you can handle while you whorishly smile.

"Damn slut... imagine if your coworkers knew you called your boss "daddy". Do you think they'd still respect you if they knew you were a fucking whore for me? Bet you'd love for them to walk in on you while you get your throat stuffed like this... f-fuck..."

He broke his stoic expression for a moment when he felt a particularly good pang of pleasure shoot through his cock. Nanami usually has lots of stamina, but when when he's using your throat in his office... well the naughty circumstance makes him bust quickly.

You feel him pulse as he creampies your throat, holding you down on it to make sure not a drop of his precious baby batter is wasted.

"Fuuuck... that's a good little slut..."

You frantically dip your finger into your hole and massage it. It's so sensitive even teasing feels too good.

"Don't play with that pussy without daddy's permission." Nanami seethes.

He forces you to stand up and folds you over his desk roughly, carelessly. A stapler and pen box crashes to the carpeted floor and some coworkers turn their heads, but then return back to focusing in their cubicle.

"Sh-shit... you're this wet for me...? Nasty whore. I'll fuck you good. You better be quiet or you're fired, understood?" he threatens half-heartedly while rubbing his cock sideways on your pussy, slapping and rubbing it through your slit a few times.

And you swallow an erotic squeal as he plunges his meaty cock into your eager pussy. Just the sensation of his length gliding past your folds sent a shockwave of pleasure through your body.

"Da—ddyyy! Fuck! You're so fucking big!" you exclaim.

"Sh-shit... not so loud, not so loud... ghnnnn..." he stifles a grunt and starts pounding into your clingy pussy.

A sloppy slapping sound echoes off his office walls, but he can't slow down or go easier on you; it feels way too good. And you're being too slutty for him to think straight. So what if people hear him fucking his secretary? He doesn't care what anyone thinks when he's balls deep in your hole.

"Fuck that's it... that's it... just let yourself feel me. Feel daddy split you open... oh, god that slutty little hole is gripping me so good today..."

He grits his teeth and holds in his groans. A few grunts slip past his lips, it sounds like they come from deep within his chest.

"I'm gonna cu—mmmmf!"

"Then cum and shut the fuck up. Don't need to announce it to the whole office, do you? Or does thought that make you wanna cum even more?"

His words bring you over the edge. He gulps at the sight, because truly it's so beautiful to see your body freak out while orgasming.

"Fuck... oh you're such a good secretary for daddy; I think you deserve a raise." he groans, pressing a heated kiss to your lips.

Your face is so purely erotic. He's entranced by the way your pussy contracts and squeezes tightly, nearly clamping down on his dick.

"That's it... fuck! Ahhh, milk daddy's dick. Milk me with that slutty hole. Take my creampie."

Just as he cums, you cum too, rubbing sluttily on your clit; it totally breaks him to feel your sweet pussy convulsing around his slick shaft. You feel him pumping cum deep into your hole, his cockhead throbbing scaldingly hot as he snuggles it against a sweet spot.

"Ooh... good girl... good fuckin' g-girl..." he slides out, admiring the sheen on your pussy and the cum streaking his cock.

He soothes your shaking body with his big hands, placing a tender kiss on you.

"You're so cute when you're a horny slut." he gives a light smack to your thigh.

You giggle and let out a small noise as his cock slides out with a pop. There's a string of thick cum connecting from his cockhead to your slit, it drips slowly and melts against your hole.

Nanami's frown is so funny, but he's serious about not wasting his baby batter. He fingers it into you slowly.

"Tighten up. Don't wanna see another drop spill out." he commands. "You did say you wanted daddy's babies this morning, didn't you?"

You nod. "Yeah~"

"Good girl. Now get back to work."

Nanami helps you clean up and compose yourself before shoving you out of his office with a playfulness.

He's trying to focus on his papers, but ohm.. your juices soaked them. And now he's thinking about how you're sitting at your secretary desk with his creampie oozing out of your loosened hole.

"Fuck..." he mutters under his breath.

He texts you a short message;

📨 1 NEW FROM : KENTO NANAMI

Check your balance. Use it to buy a pretty outfit. I'm pampering you tonight, so rest up. ❤️ — Daddy

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harunayuuka2060 · 2 months

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F!MC: Riddle? Is there something wrong?

Trey: Yeah. You won the contest, but why are you not happy?

Cater: Well, it's not just Ridz who seems unhappy here.

Riddle: I am fine.

F!MC: ...

F!MC: Riddle?

Riddle: !!!

Riddle: ...

Riddle: Ridz and I had an encounter with some Royal Sword Academy students.

Riddle: And one of them... TRIED TO REQUEST YOUR PHONE NUMBER! *his face turns red in anger*

F!MC: Eh?

Toddler Riddle: It's true, Mama. *frowns*

F!MC: W-Well, it's not like you have given it to him, right?

Riddle: HE SAID HE FELL IN LOVE WITH YOU AT FIRST SIGHT! HOW DARE HE?!

Trey and Cater: *had to hold back their laughter*

F!MC: ...

F!MC: *extends a hand to gently pat his head* *smiles apologetically*

F!MC: It must've been an ordeal. I'm really sorry about that, Riddle.

Riddle: ...

Riddle: *immediately calms down* No... It was nothing, miss.

Toddler Riddle: Mama, don't give your number to anyone, okay?

F!MC: *chuckles* Of course!

Azul: Lady MC will end up single for a long time if you are this overprotective, Riddle.

Idia: Lol. So? Let her enjoy her youth. Marriage can wait.

Riddle: Just like what Idia-senpai said, Miss MC deserves to enjoy her youth and potential suitors should refrain from approaching her.

Leona: Sure. But let's not forget that it's her choice whether she wants to remarry or not.

Vil: Please, Leona. We all know that if MC does find someone, you will oppose it.

Leona: Of course. I'm her older brother here.

Kalim: Speaking of prospective suitor, I think my dad wants me to court her when given the chance.

Riddle: You don't know how to take care of yourself. No.

Kalim: I-

Idia: *laughs*

Azul: My, my. Did you really have to criticize him like that, Riddle?

Sebek: Human! I have brought the books you requested from Waka-sama!

F!MC: Th-Thank you so much.

Silver: Sebek, lower your voice, please. You startled her.

F!MC: N-No. It's fine.

Sebek: What are you going to do with all these medical books, human?

F!MC: I'd like to do some self-study.

Silver: Oh, right. Didn't you ask for history and geography books as well?

F!MC: Yes.

Sebek: Why are you studying diligently, human?

F!MC: For my son Riddle. As his mom, I need to be 20 steps—no, 50 steps—ahead of him.

Silver: I think I understand you. You want to answer every question he will ask if he ever needs them.

F!MC: *smiles* Yes.

Sebek: Hm. That is commendable, human. However, wouldn't it be better to go to school?

F!MC: ...

F!MC: I did try asking some schools here that offer co-ed. Unfortunately, they expressed concern about my status. *smiles awkwardly*

Sebek: O-Oh.

F!MC: Anyway, they promised to give me a call if there happens to be a special program I could enroll in.

Sebek: Hmph! You needn't to wait! Should distance not be an issue, I can suggest a school for you situated in Briar Valley!

F!MC and Silver: ...

Silver: Sebek?

F!MC: You would do that?

Sebek: Yes! And bringing your son won't even be an issue!

Silver: ...

Silver: *smiles; looks proud of him*

Sebek: What are you smiling at, Silver?!

F!MC: *chuckles*

#twisted wonderland #twst teen!mom mc #twst toddler riddle oc #twst riddle #twst trey #twst cater #twst housewardens #twst silver #twst sebek

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derangedanomaly · 1 month

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Ever saw one of those dark powerful woman?

Like tall, beautiful, dark, dominate slightly degrading yeah that, Reader is that type of women and a mob 'wife' coming from a very famous company and does dirty business too but of course she's elegant with that and all, she doesn't like sharing period, Girl boss at it's finest

YES!! Love this.

MASTERLIST

BAD SANSES X MOB WIFE READER

Warning: suggestive, mentions of weapons, suggestive remarks towards the reader

NIGHTMARE:

He might appear calm, but underneath it all, he's just screaming in his head.

His horny buttons are going OFF

He seriously loves, and I mean- LOVES dominant people.

Nightmare often tries to appear to the others that he's the one that wants to dominate in relationship, and while that's partly true... He gets more hot at the thought of someone dominating him.

Let's be honest, a truly normal, wise person would never even THINK about going against Nightmare, unless he wants to die. So having someone actually DOMINATE Nightmare? That's a turn-on for him for sure.

He overall thinks he truly found his soulmate when he meets you. It's like it was fate! (Now he's just getting head over heels for you)

Oh, but he doesn't associates with you because he's madly in love with you! That's a total NONSENSE. he's doing it for his own gain of course. (He's just lying his ass off.)

One thing he probably doesn't like very much is how much manipulative you are. And it's not because he thinks it's "very bad and cruel". It's because you RIVAL him.

Like, he's supposed to be the most manipulative one here, not you! He'll kinda see this as a competition to be even MORE manipulative..

You can just consider yourself as done for, since he practically "claimed" you the moment you walked into the room.

KILLER:

"Mommy? Sorry.. mommy? Sorry... Mommy? Sorry-" and this goes on and on and on.

He loves dominative people, so he'll probably feel like he's in heaven the moment he sees you.

He thinks you're so cool actually. He can't help but stare at you mid-battle, just to see you elegantly cut someone's head open. He's literally foaming at the mouth.

Likes sneaking off, just to talk to you. You think he's so cute trying to get every chance he can just to talk to you.

He flirts with you. A lot.

One time, tried to borrow your pen and you almost broke his hand.

Will never forget that.

Doesn't like the fact that you don't share. HE JUST WANTS TO BORROW (add an item) FROM YOU??! Lmao, he's so frustrated.

You can command Killer anything, and he'll do it. No questions asked.

He's the subbiest sub the world has ever seen.

I'm dead serious when I say, that he'll do literally anything for you. All you have to do is ask.

DUST:

Tries to be respectful.. like....REALLY tries, but it's just so difficult with you.

He can't help but act like a wild dog around you.

You're just so amazing...

Likes the fact you're in a mafia. Reminds him of mafiatale Sans. (He gets along with him pretty well)

Please show him some tricks! He'd literally love it.

Likes your gun collection. (Probably gonna steal borrow one or two)

Please degrade him. He'll be on his knees. (Literally)

Would love to go on missions with you. He literally loves it.

Sometimes has trouble focusing when on missions with you. He just can't keep his eyes off of you.

Dust is anything but a shameless whistler. So there's like an 85% chance that he won't object you in such way. (Such as Killer and Nightmare)

He's the definition of women respecter.

After you two get together, he'll probably just wait until you're comfortable with doing anything suggestive with him. He's so patient too. 😭

He loves kisses. He won't complain if you decide to smother him in kisses ;)

HORROR:

He likes the fact that you're slightly taller than him. He doesn't have to look down. (Finally)

He immediately compares your position to Mafiatale Sans, and asks you if you're somehow associated with him. (It's your choice if you want to be)

Will probably refrain from objectifying you like Killer and Nightmare. He actually doesn't really like it. (He's just jealous)

He'll probably scold Killer for his behavior towards you. He doesn't care that Nightmare is his boss, he will scold him for making these crude remarks towards you. (This will bring him trouble 💀)

"It's...no wonder...that you're...'single'.." <- saying that to Killer. (Goddamn though 💀)

He's like a giant teddy bear towards you.. if asked, he'd do anything you ask for. And more.

I swear, it's like he's not even affected by your beauty. Though that's not entirely true. He has some thoughts...but tries to not act on them.

Show him how you do your dirty work! He's gonna love it, I can promise you that.

The only way I can really describe your relationship, is that he doesn't want anything happen to you x you can handle yourself.

He'll probably try to protect you a lot. From what? He doesn't know, but still does it.

#undertale fandom #sans undertale #undertale #sans x reader #horror sans x reader #nightmare sans x reader #dust sans x reader #killer sans x reader

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bedoballoons · 3 months

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Hi again!

I loved what you did with my ask and I was wondering if I could get something else!

Do you think I could get genshin guys (Childe, Kaeya and Ayato because I always see this happening with them and you can add anyone else you seem fit if you want) with a reader who kinda just shuts off when degraded, as in they just hate being degraded in any way and just breakdown if they get called something like a slut or whore or something? I know I hate being called those things and get kind of cold towards people if they degrade me and it just rubs me the wrong way when I see it in fics so I wanted to see if you would like to take this!

Feel free to ignore this by all means!

And do you think I could be your little flower girl my lovely? You seemed to like the flowers last time so have some more from me💐

Hope you're having a lovely night/day and hope to talk soon! <3

Dkrnktjj I hope you don't think I've ignored this and of course you can be my flower girl! Though I'm not sure if you meant anon wise or not? I do enjoy the flowers though! Thank you and here have one in return 🪻

(P.s: I think the MOST common person who gets written with degrading is Wanderer, so I decided to add him as well for anyone who loves him and not the degrading <3)

─⊰💕𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤💕⊰─

{༻~Cold from your words~༺}

CW: GN! Reader who doesn't like being degraded, slightly suggestive, cursing, slight angst to fluff!

(Includes: Wanderer, Childe, Ayato, and Kaeya!)

𑁍༄Wanderer:

"Wouldn't you like that, slut~"

You'd never fallen out of the mood so quickly...that word making your skin feel like ice. Of all the things he could have said...he choose to refer to you like you where a whore...

"What's wrong? I thought we were-"

"Yeah we were, then you called me a slut...and it bothered me. I'm sure there are people who like that, but I'm not one of them...call me baby, call me love but don't degrade me okay.." You moved away from him and looked at the floor, wondering if hed get upset with you. He was Wanderer after all and he could get a bit rough with his words..

"I..should have asked. I'm sorry, but let's not let it ruin our good time okay? I won't use degrading names again."

Your eyes widened in shock, since when had he been so understanding...and kind? Maybe all this time around other had softened his heart...or maybe you had.

𑁍༄Childe:

"I could make you beg like a little bitch~"

You paused mid kiss and pulled away, feeling your whole body run cold at that word, "I'm not a bitch..."

"Of course you're not really, I just thought it be fun to experiment a little~" He leaned in to kiss you again and you moved away from him, catching him off guard.., "I didn't mean it literally-"

"Then don't say it...I don't mind experimenting, but not with that. I'm not a bitch so don't call me one.." You looked away from him, waiting to hear his response...but instead your felt his arms wrap around you tightly.

"I apologize, truly. I won't call you anything like that again...will you forgive me? Cause I was really enjoying that kiss of yours~"

𑁍༄Ayato:

𑁍༄Kaeya:

"Oh but you've been acting like such a slut all day, how could I forgive that~"

Your smile faded almost instantly when those words left his lips, it didn't matter how attracted you were to him or how good of a kiss you were having, calling you that left you completely numb and awkward. "Ayato...please don't call me that."

He seemed a little taken aback at your response and he moved away from you, hoping to not make you any more uncomfortable then you already word. "My sincerest apologies, I will refrain from calling you that or anything similar in the future. I never wanted to make you feel uneasy. Please, is there any way I can make it up to you?"

"How about...we just eat some dessert instead?"

"Of course, I'll have Thoma fetch us something... again, I truly am sorry. I hope you can forgive me."

"Awe, but you're such a pretty little whore for me~"

"Wait what.." You pushed Kaeya away, suddenly feeling like the flustered moment you were having was all but gone. Mood ruined.. "What did you call me?"

"So sorry. I think I might have let my thoughts get the better of me, I was only trying to-"

"It's okay to try things, but let's talk about it first alright. I don't...I don't like being called a whore..." You crossed your arms over your chest, feeling uncomfortable, even a little upset by the whole thing.

"You're completely right...you know I don't truly think of you that way. I'm sorry if I ever made you feel like I did."

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Have a nice day!~*⁠.⁠✧

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twisted-tales-of-all · 7 months

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Summary: 🍓’s anon request- '6 and 75 with bigdick! Yunho or Mingi'

6 - "Are you sure that's what you want? I could really hurt you." || 75 - "You know, you look real pretty when you cry."

Pairing: Mingi x afab!reader Genres/tropes: non-idol!AU, (newly) established relationship, smut, fluff (if you squint), drabble Word Count: 733 Warnings: big-dick!Mingi, shy(ish) Mingi, reader takes initiative, oral (m. receiving), unprotected sex, use of lube, begging, dacryphilia, cursing once or twice A/N: The storyteller appreciates your request, 🍓, but next time please refrain from giving a full plot for a drabble prompt request. Everyone is free to be more specific in one-shot requests when they’re available, but the stories using drabble prompts are often meant to inspire the storyteller to create something off of only a few lines - a challenge of sorts, I believe the humans call it. This may not be quite as you requested, as we have decided to stick to that challenge concept, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless.

You've only been dating Mingi for about a month, but you've found that you've connected faster than expected, so you're determined to find out whether you're sexually compatible as well. With high spirits, you call him and boldly ask whether he'd be ready and willing to take that step forward.

Shy, the poor boy stumbles over his words before ultimately asking if he can come over to talk in person. When he arrives, you can tell he threw on whatever clothes he had on the floor, ending up in black basketball shorts and a beige t-shirt. You let him in and sit with him on your bed, facing each other as you both try to settle into relaxing positions.

"So, why do you have concerns about it? Do you just not feel ready? Or maybe you don't see me that way?" You start the conversation off with a direct question, eager to hear his answer.

"No, no!" He shakes his hands out at your suggestions, "It's nothing like that. I'm actually concerned for you. You see, I'm… Well, to put it simply, I'm quite big. Far bigger than average, so I always get worried with this stuff."

Thinking he's exaggerating, you laugh with a hand on his shoulder, "What amazing confidence you have, Mingi. You must be carrying one hell of a package to say something like that."

Seeing his ears redden as he scrambles for a response, you begin to believe him more. Straightening your posture, you offer up a solution to calm his worries.

"What if I see it and decide? Would you be okay with that?"

As he nods, you lean in and cup his face in your hands, pulling him in for a lust-fueled kiss. As you continue, your hands roam each other's bodies as the heat rises. Slowly but surely, you strip each other down to undergarments. At this point, Mingi breaks away from you and stands up to take off his underwear. As the fabric scoots down his thighs, the biggest cock you've seen stands at attention. Your mouth agape, you're too shocked to respond, confused how he even manages to hide it daily, but you find yourself excited by the thought of it inside you.

"Do you want-?"

"Let's do it."

Stunned, he confirms, "Are you sure that's what you want? I could really hurt you."

"It'd be such a pleasant pain. I want to feel it, Mingi. Please."

With your begging, the shy man can't hold himself back anymore. Before he climbs over you again, you instruct him to dig through your nightstand drawer. He pulls out a small bottle of lube, smiling since he can help you feel a bit better about taking his size. He rubs an adequate amount along his length before lining himself up with your entrance. Slowly, he pushes in, bringing tears to the corners of your eyes. The deeper he gets, the more painful the sting, but you're enjoying the sensations of him stretching you out regardless of the pain.

"Are you okay? You're tearing up."

"Mhm," you nod and grind yourself on him to urge him to move.

He catches the hint, beginning slowly and carefully watching your reactions, but you can't help your begs for more. Eventually, you beg him to destroy you, and something clicks for him. His strokes become faster and more determined, washing your body in a wave of both pain and pleasure.

"You know," he blurts between thrusts, "you look real pretty when you cry."

You didn't even realize you were crying, but you instinctively bring your hand to your face to wipe the tears, unable to verbally respond due to your moans. As you feel his thrusts become sloppy, you pull away and quickly turn around. Using both hands to stroke his oversized shaft, you suck on the tip and swirl your tongue against the underside of his tip, earning a deep guttural moan.

"Fuck, Y/N. I'm close." He curses, his face twisted in pleasure.

You hum in response, the vibrations pushing him over the edge. As the warm liquid streams into your mouth and down your throat, you swallow with him still in your mouth and watch his fists tighten around the sheets.

As you both settle, you cuddle as he calmly smooths your hair with his hands. Smiling from the soft recovery, you drift off to sleep in his embrace.

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lovingmattysposts · 5 months

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My Best Friend’s Brother

Part 2

P1 P3 P4 P5 P6 P7 P8 P9 P10 P11 P12

pairing: y/n and Chris sturniolo

HEY this is part two, so make sure you go and read the first part of the story : P1

Summary: you just moved into the sturniolo’s home after some family issues and you’re starting to become attracted to your best friend’s brother and you hated yourself for it. But how could you resist?

Warnings: an anxiety attack takes place in this part so if that bothers you please refrain from reading, anxiety, depression, swearing, mentions of a toxic, abusive house hold, mentions of not eating, suggestive parts (oops)

no smut yet….(just u wait)

starting directly after part one here we go

When I walked in they both glanced at me. Matt released one of his headphones. "Well? Where is he?" He asked glancing from me to the screen in front of him. "He's..um coming" I said looking down and sitting back down next to Nick. I felt Nick's eyes on me. I glanced over at him. "What?" I asked in an high pitched voice. He raised his eyebrows and shook his head going back to his phone.

A few minutes later Chris opened the door, looking down at his phone and walking over to Matt putting one elbow on his shoulder. "How's it looking?" He asked peering at the screen. I made note not to look up at him. Mostly because I didn't want another look from Nick. I saw in my peripheral vision Chris turn to look at Nick and I. I didn't give in, staring intently on my phone. I felt his eyes on me. Nick looked up dropping his phone on his stomach.

"What?" He spat. Chris shook his head and looked back at Matt's screen. Nick looked back at me before picking up his phone, shaking his head.

I was scrolling through my phone when Chris yelled.

"Fucking hell! Are you kidding me! That fucking-" Chris groaned shaking his head. "Chris shut up" Nick shook his head. I glanced over at him. His jaw clenched shut, eyes narrowed on the screen, anger present on his face. I swallowed before turning back to my phone.

After 30 more minutes of hearing Chris screaming and groaning, pacing around the room with his hands placed on his head exposing his lower stomach, and quite literally throwing his headset, I needed to leave.

What was wrong with me? He was my best friend's brother. I couldn't. I shouldn't. Why was his anger turning me on so badly? I think it was just the events from earlier. But the way he was breathing I- I had to get out of here.

I sat up quickly off the bed, catching Nick and Chris's attention. "What are you doing?" Nick asked at my sudden movement. Chris took one of his headphones off but stayed stared at the screen.

"I'm just tired. Long day, cold shower-" I shook my head. I saw Chris smirk out of the corner of my eye. I wanted to glare at him but didn't. "I just have to go to bed" I said standing off the bed. "Okay well. Goodnight" Nick said rolling his eyes. I hit his leg. "Ow" He whined holding his leg out of reach.

"I love you. I'll see you in the morning" I smiled at him. He smiled. I turned to walk out the door, but Nick stopped me.

"Oh! I forgot to tell you. Tomorrow I'll be out" He said suspiciuosly looking down at his phone. I raised my eyebrows and looked at him. "And why is that Nicolas?" I smiled. He smiled, not looking up at me. "You have a date!" I cheered hitting him again. He whined again pulling his leg closer to him.

"What with who?" Matt said turning around to look at Nick. "It's not a date!" Nick sat up. I crossed my arms and raised my eyebrows. "Who is he!" I asked hitting him. He glared at me. "I'm sorry!" I said holding my hands up.

"Who is it Nicky!" Chris said sarcastically turning to look at him. Nick glared at Chris. "This is why I don't tell you guys anything" Nick said turning over. I crawled back over him, hovering over him and grabbing his shoulder.

"Tell me the man's name" I yelled. His eyes widened and he pushed me off of him. I laughed as I fell on the bed. "Okay okay werido, his name is Holton" He smiled. I smiled clapping. Chris looked at me. "Why are you so happy?" Chris glared. I glared back at him. "Because this is the second date ever Nick's gone on with a man" I smiled at Nick.

"Please fall in love so I can live vicariuosly through you" I smiled at him. He pushed me. "You wish you male deprived bitch" He said. I gasped and held my chest with my hand. Nick laughed at me.

"Whatever. I'm going to bed." I shook my head, but as I exited I couldn't help notice Chris's eyes following me on the way out.

Nick left about an hour ago. I honestly couldn't wait to hear all about his date when he got back. I tapped my fingers against my leg anxiously awaiting until his return. I'm not going to lie, I've locked myself in my room since he left, afraid of confrontation with Chris and also running in Matt and him trying to baby me all over again.

The alone time was nice, for the first 30 minutes. I stared up at the ceiling.

"This was your fault y/n. Yours."

I squeezed my eyes shut. "No" I whispered shaking my head. I ran my hands through my hair.

"You are not my daughter. I'm leaving and you better hope I never come back"

I sprung my eyes opened. "No" I said again rubbing my eyes.

"Dad please. I-just don't" I breathed with my hands in front of my face as I backed against the doorway.

I sprang up on my bed. The room felt stuffy. I couldn't breath. My breaths were long and hard. I gripped my shirt with my hands. "Fuck" My voice cracked out. I took in a sporadic breath. I could hear my heart beat in my throat. I shook my head gripping my hair. This was not happening right now.

I stood up off my bed, pacing back and forth attempting to control my breath. I tried to speak to myself to keep my mind under control, but I couldn't. My voice wasn't producing any noise. Just unsteady breaths. I shook my head, closing my eyes. Don't remember. Don't remember. Don't do this to yourself y/n. Even me trying to talk myself down from my head, it wasn't working.

What was happening? Why couldn't I breathe? Unsteady short breaths came out of my mouth like a cycle. It was hard to breath. I couldn't breathe in this room. I glanced to the door. Outside. Go outside. I walked quickly through the door and opened it, sprinting down the stairs and out the front door.

That only made my heartbeat quicken, making it worse. I almost fell down the steps as I walked down the driveway and out towards the road. The air was cold, less stuffy. Good, but not better. It wasn't going away.

I gripped my chest as I stumbled in front of me. I leaned back looking towards the sky. My hands were shaking. Please make this stop. Please. I thought to myself over and over. I didn't know what else to do.

Please.

"Y/n?"

I turned to see Chris quickly walking out of the front door and down the steps. Of fucking course. I turned away from him. This was the last person I wanted to see me like this. He approached me quickly. He placed his hand on my shoulder and I pushed him back and leaned over, putting my hands on my knees, bending over. I shook my head, unable to speak. All I could do was shake my head.

I glanced up at him, continuing to shake my head. He looked down at me with a scared expression. "Y/n, you have to sit up straight. You're breathing won't stop like that. You're compressing your lungs. Sit up" He said sternly. I blinked down at the pavement at my feet and stood back up straight. I gripped my chest again and whined closing my eyes.

Chris walked over to me again putting his hand on my back. I stepped back from him.

"C-Chris go i-inside" I managed to muster out. "No" He said instantly. "Sit down. Sit" He said grabbing my arm and moving me to the grass next to us. I didn't have the energy to fight him at this point, so I sat. He sat next to me, his hand still on my arm. His other hand placed on my knee, as he stared deeply at my face. I glanced to him and then back in front of me. My face scrunched with pain and confusion. I let out another whine as I held my head back trying to feel the cold air around me.

"Tell me what's wrong. What hurts?" He asked quickly, not looking away from my face for a second. Shortness of breath can out of my mouth, over and over. Like I had just run a marathon. My hands shaking in front of me. I pointed to my chest over and over, not looking at him.

He grabbed my shaking hand. I turned to look at him. This was so embarssing. But that's not what was running through my mind. It was the little oxygen running through my lungs. I let out a cry leaning my hand against our hands that were together.

"Chris I can't b-breath" I said harshly. Not another second passed before he spoke again.

"Y/n. Tell me 3 things you can see right now" I lifted my head and looked at him, with confusion. I shook my head and looked down. "Y/n sit up and tell me 3 things you can see around us. Look around. Focus" He ordered squeezing my hand. I sat up and looked at him and the concern in his eyes. I nodded and looked around, in the darkness around us.

"Car" I whispered, attempting to breath. He nodded. I blinked looking around us. "Grass" I said shaking my head. My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest. "I'm so scared" I said closing my eyes. Chris shook his head.

"No, no. You're doing so good. Just one more thing y/n. You can do it. What's one more thing you can see?" He said quickly. I looked around us. I spotted a bike on the side of one of the neighbors house's.

"Bike" I said taking a breath. "3 things you can hear" He said after I finished. I attempted to take a deep breath, but failed. "Don't try to focus on you're breathing. Focus on what i'm saying. Listen to my voice" He said calmly looking at me and rubbing his thumb over my hand. I nodded looking at his eyes. I felt myself start to calm down, just looking at him.

"3 things you can hear y/n/n. What can you hear?" He asked softly, not breaking eye contact. I just looked at him and swallowed. I closed my eyes attempting to focus like he said. "Plane" I breathed. I listened. "Highway" I said after a few more seconds.

"Good. Good. Now what else? What else can you hear?" He asked quietly. I blinked at him. "You" I said after a second. He smiled softly and nodded.

My eyes glanced all over the place. Losing my focus.

"What's 2 things you can touch?" He said. I looked away from him.

"You're impossible to love! You stand here asking me to love you, but how could I? Look at you! You'd be lucky to find anyone to love you! You're pathetic"

I squeezed my eyes shut shaking my head. I pushed Chris's hands away and attempted to move away from him. I felt like I was going to throw up, my breathing got worse. I gripped my chest and my legs started to shake.

"Y/n look at me" He said grabbing my hand. I tried to pull away but I didn't have the strength. My eye's stayed closed. All I could see was my dad. The look on his face. I felt Chris's hand come under my chin, making me flinch and open my eyes.

"Two things you can touch. What can you touch? Tell me something you can touch" He said looking between my eyes. My face scrunched and my lips quivering. I tapped my hand against the ground. My other hand shaking in his.

"Um-" I breathed looking down at my hand. "Rocks" I said swallowing. He nodded. "What else?" He asked after a second. I looked down at out hands. I moved my finger over the bracelet on his wrist.

"Bracelet" I said looking up at him. He nodded smiling at me. "You're doing so good" He whispered looking at me. I'd never seen this side of Chris before. I didn't even know he was capable of acting like this, but that's not what I was thinking about.

"2 things you can smell, go" He said, like a coach. I nodded. "Concrete" I said quickly. He let go a breath, smiling and nodding. I bit my lip, so hard almost cutting it. Focus. Focus. "What else can you smell?" He asked softly. Cologne filled my nose. Something I had noticed until I focused.

"Cologne" I said almost subconsiously waiting for a snarky remark. Chris nodded. "What does it smell like?" He asked afterwards. I looked up at him furrowing my eyebrows. "What?" My voice broke.

"The cologne. What does it smell like? Can you tell me what it smells like to you?" He asked rubbing his thumb over my hand. What does the cologne smell like? Why do I need to provide details? I couldn't think of details. Not right now. I looked in front of me. I swallowed.

"I hate you! I hate you-"

I squeezed my eyes shut. Chris quickly lifted his wrist up to my face. "Y/n right now, tell me what it smells like" He said stopping the memory in his tracks. My eyes shot open. I bit my shaky lips. Focus.

"Like-" I stuttered. "Like cashmere" I said quickly. "Like a boy" I said shaking my head. "Like tobaccoo, but not like cigarettes" I shook my head. "What does that mean?" Chris asked immediatly after. I looked at him and then back down at his hand.

"Like not like you smoke but-but like the outside when you're by the campfire" I said shaking my head. "Like only the happy memories by the campfire, like the smoke, but not in a suffocating way." I swallowed. "And-and it's not the expensive kind but not the kind you don't know the brand of" I said rambling on, looking up at him. He lowered his hand.

"What brand does it smell like?" He asked looking at me. I blinked up at him as his hand fell back on my knee. "Like- not dior, but not a no-name brand. Like-" I looked up thinking.

"YSL" I asked looking up at him. "Do you like the smell?" He asked. I nodded. I furrowed my eyebrows. "Chris I don't get why this is important-" I stopped myself when I realized my heart beat didn't feel like it was beating out of my chest. My breathing my normal and wasn't hurting my throat. I looked down at my hands and they weren't shaking anymore. I looked up at him.

"YSL cashmere and Montale Wood. You're good" Chris smiled at me. I let out a deep breath, the first one in a while and I leaned back until my back was against the grass and I was looking up at the sky. Chris looked down at me for a second.

"Are you okay?" He asked quietly. I blinked up at him. "What was that?" I asked as we looked at each other. "A panic attack" He said looking at me with a soft expression. I let out a breath. "I thought I was dying" I said shaking my head. He nodded. "That's usually what they feel like" He said hovering beside. I looked up at him.

"How did you know what to do?" I asked. He bit his lip. "Matt gets them. So I know what to do to make him calm down." He explained looking at me. I nodded and turned away. After a few seconds Chris spoke again.

"So this was your first one?" He asked softly. I glanced up at him and nodded slowly. He looked down, letting out a breath. "Do you what caused it?" He asked cauisosly. I blinked up at him. I looked down at my hands. Chris rubbed his hand over my knee softly, making me realize his hand was still on my leg. I looked down at his hand. He then looked down, before removing his hand.

"Sorry" He said pulling his hand towards him. I didn't say anything. I just looked at him. "Can you do me a favor Chris?" I asked softly, sitting up to his eye level. He looked at me for a second before nodding. I looked across his face. It should be illegal the way the streetlight illuminated his facial features, promptly showing his sharp jaw link and cheek bones. I swallowed looking down at my hands. Maybe If I didn't look at him, the thoughts running through my brain right now would stop.

"Can you not tell Nick about this?" I whispered. He was quiet for a second. I started to question if he heard me, but when I looked at him he spoke. "Why?" He asked softly. I bit my lip and took a breath. "I don't want him to worry about me" I said looking at him. Chris blinked at me for a second before scoffing. I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Why are you so worried about someone caring about you?" He asked blanetly. I just looked at him for a second. Shocked by his question. I opened my mouth to speak but closed it, glaring at the ground. I picked at the grass with my hand on the other side of me.

"Nick" Chris started making me look at him. "He cares about you, more than you know." Chris said looking at me. "I mean-" He paused. "Does he even know why you're staying with us?" He asked. I looked down at my lap. The silence told him my answer. Nick knows almost everything about me, but i didn't explain to him what happened that night. I didn't tell anyone.

"Y/n, you can't keep shutting people out of your life. I know I don't know you that well and that you probably hate me, and I don't know what happened that night, but keeping it in-" He said shaking his head. "It's gonna eat you alive" He whispered. I swallowed and looked down. I knew he was right. I hated him for it, but he was right.

"I don't know how" I whispered looking up at him. Chris looked at me his face softening. "And i don't hate you" I said the corner of my mouth slightly turning up, then forcing it back down. He smiled slightly. "Like I said, I just think you have an attitude problem" I said softly. He smiled slightly at me.

"Is that so?" He whispered so quietly, I almost didn't hear him. I nodded looking at him. He glanced down at lips then back up at my eyes. The energy between us was so thick I could almost feel it physically. He took a deep breath and leaned back slightly, causing me to blink at the sudden movement. I guess I didn't realize how close we had gotten.

"It's getting cold, Nick will be home soon. Better get inside" He said standing up and dusting his hands off on his pants, not looking at me as i stared up at him. Without another word he turned and started off towards the house. I closed my eyes letting out a breath, letting my head fall against my knees.

I don't know whether that talk with Chris make my head clearer or made it worse, but It defentently made my head spin.

Nick busted into my room. A smile present on his face. I set my phone down looking up at him. I smiled seeing his smile. "Tell me everything" I smiled as he practically ran towards me.

For the rest of the night Nick spoke about his date with Holton and how he opened the door for him and paid for his meal. Nick said It made him feel like a teenage girl getting wined and dined. That made me smile. If there was anyone who deserved this, it was Nick. He talked about the butterflies he got in his stomach when Nick would make a joke and he would laugh. I laid against his stomach looking up at the ceiling as he spoke, smiling.

Matt and Chris walked by the door stopping seeing us laid against each other. "And then-!" Nick paused when he saw his brothers. Nick sat up. "Aw come on bro. We don't get to hear the details?" Matt whined leaning against the frame. I looked over at Chris who was looking at me with a slightly sad expression. I blinked past him looking at Matt.

"Not yet! I'll tell you if it's important" Nick shook his head. Nick was always slightly scared of his brothers judgement. He knew they would never judge him, but I think it was more a mental block for Nick. He had only come out to them less than a year ago. He was taking his time and his brothers respected him.

I looked up at Nick, smiling.

"Alright whatever. Were going to McDonalds, y'all want anything?" Matt asked looking between us. I noticed how Chris stood slightly behind him silently looking at his feet. Nick nodded smiling.

"I barely ate on my date I didn't want him to think I was an animal on the first date" Nick said making me chuckle slightly. "I want 10 nuggets and a large fries, and sweet and sour. DON'T forget the sweet and sour" Nick said pointing at Matt. Making Matt hold up his hands.

"Alright sweet and sour got it" Matt said smiling. His gazed turned towards me. "Y/n/n?" He asked. I bit my lip. I would be lying if i said my appeitete had gotten any better over these last few weeks. After tonight, my body was defentently not screaming with hunger. I shook my head.

"I'm not hungry" I said letting a soft smile show on my face. Chris looked up at me, as if examinating my face. I just glanced at him and then back down at my hands. Matt sighed.

"Alright, we'll be back" He said turning and leaving us back alone. I looked up at Nick. "Okay- so where was I?" He asked looking at me. "You had just gotten back into the car from the resturant" I said remembering exactly where he was. He smiled. "Right! Okay so-" He started back up again telling me about the music they listened to on the ride home and the things they talked about.

As I listened to him, commenting on everything, giving my opinion whether he wanted it or not, I realized I do need to open up to Nick about what happened. Chris was right. I will soon, just not tonight. I want to tonight to be about him and his happy moments with this new boy. I didn't want to over shine it with my family issues. They would still be there tommorrow and the next day and probably for the rest of my life.

About 45 minutes later Matt and Chris showed up with bags of food. We all crowded around my bed as Matt passed out the food, talking about the homeless man that tried to attack them on the way out of the store. I laughed as he and Chris both tried to explain it at the same time.

"No he didn't- He said that he wanted my shoes more than he wanted the bag of food after we offered him the fries" Matt said against Chris. Chris laughed and shook his head. Matt reached in the bag and placed fries in front of me. I looked up at him and then down at the fries.

"I didn't-" I started to say, but then I looked up at Chris who was looking at me with a straight face, but didn't break eye contact. I blinked at him for a few seconds before looking down at the fries smiling to myself. I picked up one and put it in my mouth looking up at Chris, who glanced to Nick with a slight smile on his face. I rolled my eyes as I listened to Matt ramble on.

After about an hour of us talking, Nick stood up announcing he was taking a shower and Matt and Chris stood up to leave too. I nodded leaning back and picking up my phone as they left. Matt closed the door leaving me alone. I pursed my lips as I thought about what Chris had done. I should probably thank him.

I slid through my phone before opening his contact. Nick had given me his and Matt's number just incase. I opened Chris's contact to start a new message. The line to start a message clicked on my screen as I took a deep breath, before I typed out a message.

to: Chris Sturniolo

you didn't have to do that, Chris.

I set my phone down, looking up at the ceiling. Silence filled the room. A thick silence. I looked down at my hands and then back up at the ceiling, tapping my fingers on my leg. I looked back down at the phone.

sent

I set the phone down. You just sent the message, y/n relax. I tapped my fingers against my leg faster, blinking at the ceiling. Think about something y/n. I looked around and then down at my nails before bringing them up to my mouth, biting them. I glanced down. I picked up the phone again.

There were three dots popping up below my message, indicating his reply. I sat up, staring down at the phone. I put my hand against my face, rubbing my eyes. What are you doing? Why was I acting like this? Like I was texting a middle school crush. I felt a buzz in my lap. I looked down at the message.

from: chris sturniolo

i know

I looked down at it. Do I respond? Is that him ending the conversation? Was it weird that I texted him? Does he think it was weird? I blinked down at the blinking line, biting my lip before typing.

to: chris sturniolo

thank you, for that and for earlier.

I let out a breath before hitting send. This time I stared down at the phone shamelessly as I waited for a response. I bit my lip after a few seconds as the three dots showed back up for a brief second.

from: chris sturniolo

you don't have to thank me

I swallowed. What does that mean? Was that in a you're-welcome-so-you-don't-have-to-thank-me-kind-of-you-don't-have-to-thank-me or was it a why-the-hell-are-you-still-texting-me-you-don't-have-to-thank-me. I tapped my fingers against my phone before going against my better judgement and typing again.

to: chris sturniolo

I'm gonna talk to Nick about that night. You're right, he should know.

I sighed leaning back against my bed frame, watching as the three dots popped up again.

from: chris sturniolo

good

My face fell flat and I turned off my phone, throwing it to the side. I get the message Christopher. I'll stop texting you. I closed my eyes hugging the pillow before feeling a buzz again against my le where my phone laid. I sat up slightly, looking at my phone.

from: chris sturniolo

also stop using correct punctuation on text message it's weird

I smiled down at the phone, before forcing my face back straight. Stop.

to: chris sturniolo

at least I don't sound uneducated. :)

I smiled as I waited for his response. The three dots appeared quickly.

from: chris sturniolo

btw a colon smiley face is so 2018 who's uneducated now?

I rolled my eyes at his response.

to: chris sturniolo

still you. Want to compare IQ levels? :)

I smiled at my response.

from: chris sturniolo

Goodnight, y/n.

I smiled and pursed my lips.

to: chris sturniolo

Goodnight, Christopher. (Nice punctuation)

There wasn't another response before I drifted off to sleep.

Chris pov (ooooo)

from: y/f/n y/l/n

still you. Want to compare IQ levels? :)

I smiled and sighed at her response. I licked my lips at as I looked at the only light source in my dark room.

have you always been this sarcastic? Or am I just special? :)

I typed it and immediatly deleted it, before setting my phone down. No. What are you doing? I blinked down at the phone, before typing a new response.

to: y/f/n y/l/n

Goodnight, y/n.

I can't believe I typed that. I rubbed my eyes with my hands as I heard the door open. I looked up seeing Matt peer through the door.

"Hey" Matt said quietly. I turned my phone off throwing it to the side, sitting up. Matt walked in and closed the door. I just looked at him as he walked up to the bed, just looking at me.

"What's up?" I asked as he looked at me with pursed lips. I glanced to the side before looking at him again. "Matt speak" I said loudly looking at him just stare me down. "What was that back there?" He asked not breaking eye contact. My eyebrows furrowed.

"What are you talking about?" I asked crossing my arms over my chest. He crossed his back. I stood up off my bed walking up to him. "The food? She didn't ask for anything and you ordered her something." He stated looking at me. I licked my lips looking down.

"She has to eat, Matt" I said looking up at him. He narrowed his eyes at me. "She has trouble eating Matt. What was I suppose to do? You have no idea what's she's been through" I argued looking at him. "And you do?" He asked back suddenly. I blinked at him.

"I was just looking out for her. Just like you have since she's been here" I said. Matt stared at me. "Exactly, like I have been doing since she got here. What's the sudden interest?" He said raising his eyebrows. I scoffed. I wasn't going to tell him about the panic attack. It wasn't my place.

"If you're trying to insinuate something, then just fucking say it. Don't dance around it like a baby" I said shaking my head. He chewed on his lip as he looked at me. My phone pinged, lighting up the room. Showing y/n’s name. My hard face softened as Matt turned back to me after glancing at the phone. I sighed looking down.

"There's nothing going on between us Matt. I promise" I sighed looking up at him. He dropped his arms and turned walking back towards the door. He paused before turning around. "She has a hard enough life as it is Chris. She doesn't need you making it any worse." He said looking at me before turning and walking out of the room. I sighed before climbing over in my bed picking up the phone.

from: y/f/n y/l/n

Goodnight, Christopher. (Nice punctuation)

I smiled before sighing and throwing my phone back down, rolling over attempting to get some sleep. There was nothing between us. I didn't like her and she didn't like me. That was it.

HEYOOO what did you guys think🤭

the next part is a little spicy (NOT TO SPICY freaks) jk, but let me know your thoughts and what u think is gonna happen. HYPE THIS UPP

#sturniolo smut #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #s

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meanbossart · 2 months

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Asks about VaM, art advice, and miscellaneous stuffs

HI! Real quick please refrain from referring to Sad Sack as S/S for the uh... Obviously reasons LOL We call it "sads" for short!

If what you're asking for are recommendations for a website to host that kind of thing, Neocities, Twitter, Itchio and as you mentioned AO3 are all perfectly good options! Patreon too (depending on how gnarly you're planning on getting) but I'd suggest keeping that as a secondary host option because I don't think it lends itself super well for getting your work circulating. I believe Bluesky allows that kind of thing too, but I'm not too sure since I don't use it.

Now, If you're asking about public reaction rather than guidelines, anywhere you go you might find people that don't jive with the work you do 🤷 just be upfront about the type of content you're making right off the bat to avoid having anyone stumble upon it by accident to the best of your abilities, otherwise, I wouldn't worry too much. I know we're constantly exposed to examples of overwhelming harassment and "dogpilling" happening to others but... Truth be told, most of us won't ever get to the size/internet level of fame where we experience that. I think the threat is a little bit... Overstated, nowadays. Not to mention that most of the time people are getting harassment for things that have nothing to do with their work, and rather relating to their behavior and attitudes. Play smart, be responsible, and be honest! Whatever comes next is in god's hands LOL

Thank you for the ask! Not sure I was of much help 😅 but frankly when you're just starting out it's best to focus on getting the work done first and just throwing it out there, wherever it may be. You can worry about technicalities like that later!

I GOT YOU MAN the full sketch is now up on my patreon!

YES AND YES WHETHER IT BE STORIES OR ART OF DU DROW AND YOUR CHARACTERS SLAMMING PINTS TOGETHER BE MY GUEST PLEASE

I love seeing everyone's take on my weirdo so much, anything is honestly welcomed!

AW DUDE thank you so much! Especially for suffering through the mammoth of a story that ANE turned into - writing has never been my strongest point so I'm always shocked to hear from people that enjoy it 🥲

About the booze question, honestly I'm not picky at all, I usually go by price and by that I mean whatever is cheapest LOL but I prefer a dry white as far as types go.

You only have to pay for it once! You get a code that unlocks the software and all of it's features and you're free to cancel your subscription after that. At some point the code might change or there might be an update that requires subscribing again - but that seems like a very rare occurrence so I wouldn't worry about it.

OH NO I HAVE DEFINITELY TRACED MY OWN REFERENCE BEFORE, but not entire poses! When something is challenging I'll make a point of drawing it out the usual way.

I can remember a couple of instances from Nick and mine's comic where I traced pictures I took of myself, just as a time saving measure. Again like I said in the post, there are several ways to employ tracing your own material that is perfectly acceptable. I have also traced bare-bones 3D backgrounds that I made for the same reasons.

I know you specifically asked about tracing when something's complicated, but I still wanted to be upfront to demystify the practice under different circumstances. The rule of thumb is to never use it when you know it would be inhibiting your skill development!

Happy to hear you wanted to pick up the skill! I definitely understand the urge too LOL since playing BG3 and becoming so invested in the stories and characters my art has improved a ton, simply from forcing me out of my usual style and making me want to capture different moods and scenarios - finding something you're passionate to draw is, frankly a great damn start.

I replied to a bunch of asks asking for pointers and advice a while back, one of the questions was very similar to yours and I still stand behind the advice I gave then. Hopefully you can find something helpful here! https://meanbossart.tumblr.com/post/740543514692173824/some-art-advice-asks-ive-been-meaning-to-reply

HMMM I don't usually think of myself as the best teacher/tutorial guy, but funnily enough I can think of a few things about this topic that I could elaborate on lol. If I do that in the near future, I'll put it up on my patreon (for free as with everything else.)

If there are any specific things about it that you (and anyone else who would be interested in it, for that matter) find challenging and would like for me to focus on, let me know!

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That's all for now folks, and as usual thank you so much to everyone who's left a nice compliment, word of encouragement or funny tidbit in my inbox as well! I can't reply to you all individually, but I see and read all the messages I get c:

HAVE A LOVELY REST OF YOUR WEEK

#lore asks coming either later today or tomorrow!#I might reply to a few right now/space them out rather than do another compilation #we'll see how I feel about it!#ask compilation

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silentium-symphony · 6 months

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Work of Art Modern AU (Link x Reader) I

(a/n) AAAHH I'M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!! i've reached that point in the semester where i've got either a project or an exam due every week, and i haven't had any time to write :( but i'm here now with a brand new fic for you! so thank you for waiting :)

parts will be linked and will also be available on my masterlist when they're available!

cw: link experiences unwanted sexual advances in the beginning (nothing too explicit) so please proceed with caution, afab!reader, swearing, zelda and link are besties :}, breathless conversations in a stairwell, you and link are just some awkward goobers

wc: 2.3k

♤♢ ~~ ♡♧

"And this one-of-a-kind masterpiece depicts the moments leading up to the Hero's decisive victory over the Demon King. For just a moment, let's draw our eyes toward the finer details the artist has decided to depict. Look with me now at the use of light in this scene, and how it starkly contrasts..."

Is that a new crack?

Blue eyes absently traced the thin line that fractured the pillar's marble surface. A wisp of gold tickled the tips of his lashes and he huffed, coursing his fingers through his hair in a bid to keep it in place. He kept his eyes trained on the small, black fissure that coursed through the white stone.

Definitely a new crack.

Taut fingers absently fumbled the ring of keys latched to his belt while the other hand thumbed the baton's cold metal. Link's eyes fluttered shut and he let out a soft sigh, adjusting his feet to abate the blood pooling in his heels.

"--Ahem."

His broad shoulders twitched and ocean blues met irritated meadow greens, which juxtaposed the seemingly sweet smile Zelda flashed him. Link dropped his hands immediately, causing the metal nuisance to sing a dying song against his thighs; a quiet chorus of giggles served as the encore.

"Thank you," his best friend cleared her throat, "as I was saying--"

Hylia, he was so bored. He rocked on his heels and watched Zelda motion to the large, newly restored painting before them. He knew how hard she had worked on restoring the old thing, and he was proud of her for sure, but if he had to listen to her spiel about the painting's history one more time--

"Hands off the rope please." He uttered softly to the woman dangling off the red velvet. She scoffed, but her look of disdain eventually softened into something... heavier. A sultry smirk snaked its way onto her lips and her eyes turned lidded.

"Sorry, sir. I just couldn't get my eyes off such a gorgeous masterpiece. It's a work of art, y'know?"

"I understand ma'am," his knuckles tersed. "But please refrain from touching the rope."

"Oh, I'm sorry..." She dragged out. "Can I make it up to you with some coffee?"

"No thank you. I suggest you turn your attention back to the presentation. That is why you came, right?"

"Well, what if I told you I actually came for something--or in this case... someone else?"

A shudder wriggled down his spine; she continued before he had time to draft his next sentence.

"I know you've seen me around... Why do you think I visit this dump of a museum so often? To stare at the same paintings day-in-day-out?"

Her fingertip traced the velvet rope, nails softly scuffing the luxuriously-textured barricade. He kept his eyes focused on the little strands of hair peeping out of the mole on her forehead, his throat constricting and drying at the waft of cheap perfume.

"C'mon... After the museum closes, let's grab some food and head over to my place, yeah?"

"He said 'no,' ma'am." A soft voice deadpanned behind the both of them. A pair of bewildered eyes locked with calm, unblinking (E/C)s. "No means no."

"Excuse me?"

"Stop harassing him." You spat, cold venom honeying your tone. "No. Means. No. Do I need to scream to get that through your fucking head? That would draw the crowd's attention to you, don't you think? I wonder how they'd feel watching you harass someone in broad daylight...”

“Tch… Worthless piece of shit.” Red heels clicked right past you as she side-bodied your smaller frame, sending you back a step or two. Your eyes followed the storming figure as she dipped past the grand marble staircase.

“--And with that, I would like to extend my most heartfelt gratitude on behalf of all our curators here. Without your support, our work in restoring these priceless historical pieces would not be possible. So from the bottom of my heart--“

“--Thank you.” He mumbled, his pulse quickening.

You flashed him a soft smile.

"No problem. I'm sorry you had to go through that.

"It’s okay. This... Isn't the first time."

"What, she tried pulling this shit on you in the past?"

"Oh, no, I mean..." He sighed. "It's not the first time someone's done something like this. I never really knew what to say, so I just... didn't say anything, so… Thank you."

"Well, I'm glad I could help." Your smiling eyes averted towards your buzzing phone. “Oh, fuck... Sorry officer, I gotta run! Have a good night!”

"W-Wait, can I ask for--"

--your name?

You raced down the same path his unwanted suitor went a few minutes prior, back disappearing past the staircase. The warmth of gratitude in his chest chilled into a growing, aching hole. Gods, if only he had gotten your name!

"Soooo... who was that?" Zelda snickered, saddling up to the flustered man. Link's cheeks reddened and a small pout bloomed on his lips.

"No one."

"Really? So 'no one's got you all hot and bothered?"

"'Hot and--?' Nah.."

"Uh-huh, whatever you say." She slinked an arm onto his shoulder and dangled off his steady frame, watching the thoughtful wander of the museum's patrons. The air about her turned somber, and her voice dipped to a volume only the blonde could hear. "... Did someone bother you again?"

Link's lips curled into a soft smile--a rare sight, even for his lifelong friend. Confusion ticked Zelda's features as she saw this new reaction.

"Well, the one who ran off helped me with another 'admirer.'" A dreamy sigh. "I was just thanking her."

A soft, contrite smile graced the curator's lips.

"I'm happy to hear that... I'm sorry this is such a regular thing for you. I wish there was some way to know what kind of person we're selling our tickets to..."

Link waved off her concerns and shrugged her off, throwing his arms above his head and feeling the sweet, satisfying pops in his joints. His neck craned from side to side, filling the air with a chorus of crackles; Zelda visibly grimaced.

"Stop doing that! You're gonna snap your own neck one day."

"If I do, does that mean I get a day off?"

"Of course not." She retorted mirthfully.

"Man..."

♤♢ ~~ ♡♧

Of course the elevator was broken.

Link heaved open the heavy metal door which led to the winding staircase unused by most tenants.

And of course he lived on the 6th floor.

With a huff, he lifted his foot on the cement step blackened from gunk and other dubious substances. He tried to pay little mind to how his shoes grew stickier with each step, or how the flickering light's buzzing drilled a dull ache through his temples. He rounded the first of many corners and kept an even pace, already beginning to feel a bit spent.

Hands fiddled around his hoodie's pocket, feeling for the familiar roundness of his earbud's case and the soft edges of his phone. As he popped his earbuds in, his eyes glazed over the dozens of unorganized playlists that littered his screen, eventually resting on the simply named 'workout' playlist. His music's volume amped up to an almost painful level in a futile effort to blend his rapidly beating heart with songs from his chosen playlist.

"ᴼ⁻ᴼᶠᶠᶦᶜᵉʳˀ"

He stopped to respond to a meme Zelda sent and texted an equally unhinged one back. The greasy scent of takeout wafted to his nostrils and he looked up, slightly confused.

"ᴼᶠᶠᶦᶜᵉʳ, ᶦˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘˀ"

A body filled his peripheral; pure fear coursed through his veins as his overactive imagination transmogrified a very real and alive person into eldritch nightmares unutterable by man. His phone leaped for safety, clattering down the flight of stairs for what felt like an eternity before rolling into its final resting place by the suspicious goop in the corner.

A moment of shock-spawned stillness blanketed the two persons--before Link was racing down the staircase.

"Hylia! Are you okay?!" A familiar voice called out. He stopped, fingers hovering a few hairs away from his phone as he slowly careened his face behind him.

There you were--gorgeous, gorgeous you--donned in sweats, a hoodie, Crocs with Socks™, and a steaming bag of takeout. The harsh fluorescent light softened your silhouette, casting an almost ethereal aura about you. Link gabbled an... exclamation of sorts as he grabbed his phone. He slinked the grimy thing into his pocket as he cooly made his way up the steps, shame and a newfound desire to drink lava inapparent on his blank face.

"Yes, thank you." He rubbed his (clean) hand against the back of his reddening neck. "Fancy meeting you here."

"I can say the same to you!" You laughed, shifting the takeout from one hand to the other. "How was the rest of your shift?"

"It was uneventful, thankfully. I'd like to thank you again for helping me out earlier... I really appreciated it."

"Aww... Of course. I'm really glad I could help you out back there."

Gods, how could a smile both ease and excite him all at once?

You both started up the steps once more, silently thanking and cursing your luck. After such a hasty exit you thought you'd never see the man again, but here you were, walking side-by-side up a neverending staircase. You looked down at your food, making sure the handles weren't gonna snap or anything, and happened to catch a faint mustard stain right by your heart. If only you didn't look so... grimy.

"S-So," you started, praying he didn't catch your stutter for air, "uh, what were you listening to?"

"Um..." He panicked slightly, "Just... workout music."

"Yeah? What song?"

"Something that... always gets me pumped." He cleared his throat. "What'd you order?"

"Oh, just some poultry pilaf from the Gerudo restaurant that opened up recently!"

"The one by 3rd Street?"

"Yeah, that one! Have you tried it yet?"

"Nah. But let me know how it tastes."

"For sure!"

A much-needed silence filled the air, both of you desperately trying to hide the fact that you were fighting for your next breath. A bright red '4' filled your vision and you groaned, throwing your head back.

"Gods, these stairs go on forever."

"Tell me about it." He hissed shakily. His eyes wandered to your slightly trembling arm holding your dinner. "Do you want me to hold that?"

"Oh, no, I'm okay." You subtly wiped the sweat beading your brow. "My floor's coming up. Thank you though."

"What floor do you live on? If you don't mind me asking."

"The 6th!"

6th...?

"Me too."

"Really? I'm surprised I never saw you around though. I’d definitely remember someone as cu—“ You coughed suddenly, rubbing a fist into your chest. "C-Cool as you!"

That... wasn't much better.

As you proceeded to curse the day you were born, furled golds and narrowed blues widened in disbelief before softening into a bashful smile.

"T-Thank y--

"Oh look, our floor!"

With a hop, skip, and a step, you bounded up the last flight of stairs and swung the hefty metal door, your frame teetering on the loose door handle.

"After you." You gestured grandly, giggles flitting between the two of you. He raced up the last of the steps and grabbed the edge of the door a little ways past your head, pulling it gently from your grasp.

"No, after you."

"Why, thank you, um..."

"Oh! Link." He stuck his hand out, a boyish grin splitting his lips. "My name is Link."

"Link?" You took his hand. “It's nice to meet you. I'm (F/N)."

"(F/N)..." You hated how your heart swooned just now. "What a cute name."

You canned the need to scream into the void as you slinked through the threshold, laughter alight. You waltzed to the crossroad leading to the separate wings on your floor. “I’m going this way. What about you?”

“I'm heading that way too.”

"O-Oh, okay!"

He strode to your side and you descended down the long hallway, the silence stiffening your throat. It felt... kinda weird knowing where he lived or vice versa; your eyes flitted to the wall's yellowed moulding, a path your eyes had taken hundreds of times.

You rounded a corner; so did he. You trailed along the gentle bend in the hallway; he did as well. Your heart started to race. A prickle of doubt heated your chest as you approached your door. He wasn't following you... was he?

When's he gonna turn when's he gonna turn when's he gonna turn when's he gonna

"You're my neighbor?!" Heads whipped around to catch the other's surprised gaze. A stiff laugh cracked between the two of you and you creaked your gazes away.

"W-Well." You coughed out. "Um, goodnight..."

"N-Night.."

Your bodies slipped past your respective thresholds and softly clicked the door shut. You sunk your body into the door; the thick metal drew the extra heat from your back, but it did little to remedy the red in your cheeks. Knees wobbling, your frame slid down, down, down onto your doormat as you cradled your face in your hands, heart thundering in your ears.

It was almost loud enough to drown out what was undoubtedly tapping on the wall.

You clambered to your feet, plopped your nearly forgotten dinner on your countertop, and skated to the source of the sound, pressing your ear against the drywall with bated breath.

There it was again!

You returned his taps with the same level of enthusiasm. If you listened past your drumming heart, you could trick yourself into thinking you heard a laugh. You giggled as well, heart fluttering at your newfound, totally-platonic-and-definitely-not-love-laced relationship you managed to foster all in one night. A tight knot ached your sides and your belly protested loudly.

Oh right! Your pilaf!

#link #link x you #link x reader #legend of zelda #loz #link legend of zelda #legend of zelda x reader #legend of zelda fanfiction #legend of zelda fandom #loz link x reader

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lolishdes · 2 years

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❝I Want More Than Just Tonight❞||Loid Forger x Reader

✧Part 1. "Just for Tonight"

✧A/N: Well well, look what we have here, it seems you guys wanted more. If people want more, then I provide. Shout out to Anon for requesting, mwah sending you kisses~ 𓁹‿𓁹

✧Warning/s: NSFW content under cut, shared another heated night with Loid, rough-ish sex, check-ins, friends with benefits to lovers(?), Perhaps porn with plot, and swearing.

Minors kindly don’t interact!

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Twilight has always been an interesting individual. So many rumors and enticing things surround him. I've always been curious about him, a man with many faces—an extraordinary spy.

I've always wondered if he was as handsome as other women said he was. And fortunately for me, I was able to confirm that.

Ever since that passionate night, though it may have been brief, his presence would linger at the back of my mind. He was indeed handsome, and he was indeed a man with many features. But alas the night ended and we went back to our usual life.

I decided not to expect him to show his face any time from now. Hell, even never showing his face ever again. He got what he wanted and so did I. As I was drying some wine glasses clean, I looked around the area. There were more people than usual, the atmosphere was lively and money was flowing in.

Usually by now the bar stand isn't packed with orders since everyone has settled in, so that means I can catch a breath and think about other thi—

"One glass of Brandy, please."

Oh shit.

I looked up and there he was, his teal eyes staring down at mine, his suit crisp and clean. I was at a loss of words but regained my composure "Ah, yes, right away, Sir." It's better to pretend to not know him, I'm sure he prefers it that way anyways. As I took a glass for his drink of choice, I decided not to start some idle chatter like I usually do with every other customer.

"You look lovely tonight."

He started, though I only continued to pour in the Brandy. As much as possible I'm avoiding his gaze, it's quite alluring. Look at them too long and you'd fall in a trace, take it from me. As I settled the glass down, I was about to tell him my last words for tonight, however he then had his hand above mine on the glass. This bold move caught me off guard. "I'd prefer if you weren't so silent, Miss Y/N."

He emphasized, his voice and gaze was undeniably intimidating, intimidatingly hot that is.

However, I will not falter. I clicked my tongue and pulled my hand away from his. "Please refrain from touching me inappropriately, Sir." After that I left to head to the back kitchen to swap with my fellow coworker. It was almost the end of my shift anyways, so might as well leave.

As I collected my things and headed back to my home, I thought that was the last time I'd see him tonight. But I should have known better honestly. "Y/N." He called out behind me, I mentally cursed myself.

I turned to look at him, a little pissed I must admit. "If you want to talk business right now Sir Twilight then I suggest not tonight." He calmly approaches me, his taller frame hovering over mine. "I'm not here for business, rather…" He tucks a trend of hair from face, his finger lightly caressing my skin. "It's more personal."

After that, I was at the same position as last time, him in-between my legs as he relentlessly pounds into me. Sucking and fucking me to his hearts content as I lay there moaning out his name. The room was hot and it made me dizzy, especially after his delicious kisses.

Dear gods, I missed the way he groans near my ear, the filthy words that he mutters always gets me weak. And his magical fingers were doing wonders for my needy cunt.

I was breathless throughout the night, while he was like an unhinged animal, devouring his prey. Though, there was something different compared to last time, this time he seems to be more immersed.

Like, the way his hand would find its way with mine as he intertwined our hands, his rough thrusts continuing. Or how his kisses are even more intoxicating than ever, like he's kissing someone he loves. And then there's the occasional check ups for my well being as he rests his forehead with mine, breathlessly asking if I was still doing alright.

And by the next morning, though the bed was empty, there was a delicious meal prepared just by my bedside table. A small note telling me to eat up and rest well, I won't deny, it had my heart leap in joy.

After that night, I saw him way more often. Whether it be at my workplace or meeting me after my shift. There were many days in which we ended up tangling ourselves on the bed again however there were days too wherein we would just talk, make out abit and call it a night.

We never really had a title for our current relationship, and honestly I was too scared to ask.

To my surprise, he asked to meet up at a nearby Cafe during my day off. I won't deny it, but this scared me a little bit, yes I am aware I shouldn't feel too attached with him, after all he probably thinks this is only a fleeting relationship— a fling if you may.. but my heart, it chooses to be selfish by loving the breakfast meals he leaves, or the cute sticky notes, or even the sweet whispers that tickles my ears.

God I was hopeless.

As I entered the Cafe, Twilight was already seated, he waved at me as a small smile played on his face. I smiled back and sat in front of him, my hands were getting sweaty as I anticipated what he wanted to tell me.

"It's great to see you, lovely as ever I see." I giggled at his comment "We literally saw each other 2 days ago, also you look dashing as usual." He chuckles as I see he straightened himself, abit of a serious look plays on his face as he stares back at me.

"I'll be straight forwards with you." He said, his rights hand hovering over mine, slightly squeezing my hand. "We may not have started smoothly, however as I spend more time with you, the more I want to learn more about you."

My heart starts to thump hard, I could feel it beat out of my chest at this point. "If it's not too bold for me to ask, but… do you want to be my lover? I want to try this," He holds my hand and grips it tighter. "—I want to try us." The sweetest and most genuine smile is plastered on his face.

At this point I can tell my cheeks were heating up, a smile that I couldn't hide has revealed itself as I intertwined my hand with his.

With butterflies in my stomach, I lovingly looked at him.

"I would love that."

#loid smut #loid forger #spy x family loid #spy x family #loid x reader #loid x reader smut #loid forger x reader #loid forger x you

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Hi!! I know you said you'll refrain from answering long asks, and this ask is pretty long but I sent it anyways cause I think the answer would be pretty short! If not, please don't feel pressured to respond! If u don't respond I'll take that the answer is longer than I thought it would be, so I've saved it on my notes app and will gladly send it again when u end chapter 3 or whenever u allow it! :)

Now to the ask,

Will it be possible to romance a RO without flirting w/ them? Is it possible to flirt w/ everyone (but this specific RO) or just like one RO and even so end up in a relationship w/ a different RO? I'm thinking of playing a mc that is really attracted physically to people like Zhan but he's been in love w/ Oswin since forever. And he thinks flirting is for when you're playing w/ someone (even tho he's probably seen his parents flirting constantly lol), but since he loves Oswin he doesn't need to play, he can just be genuine. But he still thinks he has no chance w/ Oswin, so he flirts with Zhan (without moving on 😭). But I also feel kinda sad about Zhan I don't wanna hurt their feelings😭 if we flirt w/ them and maybe hook up are they gonna be sad if we get w/ someone else?? 😞 Cause like my mc will start to genuinely care about them but won't be in love pls let's just be besties who used to have benefits🥺 Also if this whole situation is possible, how would Oswin react to it?? Poor boy must be😧🤨😳

Sorry for the long ask, the demo was gigantic and amazing!! Ty so much for your hard work <3

Hello Anon-dear! If your ask is a bit long to read-that's fine, if it's long to answer, that's where I'll need to pause for the time being. That's where I get hung up and distracted, lol. I'm still taking those too, it's still Friday somewhere, lol.

To answer your question, it will absolutely be possible to romance someone without flirting. The "flirt" options are passively tracked just so I can program certain flirty responses that will be directed back to the MC by those ROs (it's a way for me to track if it's okay with reader/MC so I'm not directing like super suggestive come-ons towards them that aren't okay).

I absolutely love how you're going to play your MC. That's part of the reason I wanted to do things this way. The way I play my MCs sometimes makes flirting almost out of character for them, but of course I'd want the romance, lol.

Your MC will be free to flirt and do some other things with Zahn (they are all kinds of okay with that, lol) and then lock-in with Oswin later - no flirting required.

Zahn will be totally fine if your MC doesn't end up with them. They and Duri are both good with physical-only and flirty relationships. Your MC will make selections as they go about how they feel about each potential suitor, and the hook-up ROs will have a selection that you can choose if this is just for fun or if it's got some feelings attached (whether your MC is fully aware or not). [Lucky for your MC, I added a light spicey scene for Zahn in chapter 3 if they so choose] :D

If Oswin is aware of relations between the MC and others, he's going to feel a little strange about it and be concerned (for MC's well-being because he cannot help himself, lol). Mainly, things like that aren't his bag, but he also knows that for many people physical and romantic relationships can be separate. He's more concerned with having his lover's heart above all else, so ultimately he will be okay with it. For MCs that have been involved with the hook-ups, particularly the ROs, Oswin may have a harder time digesting that the MC is choosing him to remain with. (He may feel that the connection between the MC and Zahn/Duri was deeper and never considered that the MC would ever go for him). It will be an interesting conversation for sure (one that the programming for is already frightening me, lol).

Thank you so much for the Ask and kind words! I really appreciate you digging into my story and having a good time with it! ^_^

#god cursed if #twine if #asks #if wip #twine wip #interactive novel #if game #interactive fiction #gc ro oswin #gc ro reactions #gc ro zahn #gc ro duri

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His Room - Yoon Jongwoo

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pairing : trainee!jongwoo x gn!reader warnings : suggestive, profanity, possessive Jongwoo😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩, slight voyeurism(?) word count: 500 A/N: I deeply apologize for the person I've become bacause of boys planet. Hot Summer specifically.

There really weren't many things to love about the Planet Camp-

the place was cramped, constantly loud, constantly busy. Not to mention the complete lack of privacy resulting from this many trainees all living together. You could honestly not remember the last time you were in a room all by yourself, without somebody else practicing, or crying, or hanging out.

One thing you did love, though, was his room. How his window faced the moon when it was at it's brightest.

Your heavy breathing filled the air as you desperately tried to keep quiet- his roommates sound asleep on either side of you. Jongwoo's eyes quickly found yours as you pulled away- pupils so blown your eyes were almost completely black. His hands desperately gripped onto your thighs as you were sat across his lap, as if he'd go insane if he let go. He had half a mind to pull your body impossibly closer with that grip, but there was no way he could collect himself- his thoughts were a mess and your scent overwhelmed his senses and it was all he could think about and his heart thrashed around in his chest and–

"Tell me what you're thinking about," you whispered cheekily, still panting to catch your breath. The barest rays of moonlight reflected off his face in the dimly lit room, glazed eyes glimmering with such desperation- the sight of it drove you completely insane. You loved it when he no longer could keep up his act, when he no longer could hide what you did to him.

His gaze quickly dropped, long lashes grazing flushed cheeks, as he contemplated how honest he was allowed to be. His heart sounded like a bass in the silent room and he bit his lip in embarrassment, knowing you surely heard it too. His bashful expression made your own heart burst into flames, filling your insides with sparks.

"I'm thinking about how," he started, looking back up at you through his lashes.

"I wanna be the only one to ever see you like this," he continued, staring deep into your eyes, gritting his teeth. Your breath hitched at those words, sending all your sparks into flames until you thought you would combust.

"Please fuck me," you whispered, now being the one gripping onto him for dear life. Jongwoo swallowed at your request, trying to gather every bit of his concentration to refrain from obliging. He was almost able to collect his composure before his focus was broken.

"Me too Jongwoo"

"Yeah, me too"

The sounds of his roommates' sleepy voices quickly snapped both of you out of your daze, as you realized they weren't as heavy sleepers as you might have assumed. The only thing on your mind now was embarrassment.

"Fuck," Jongwoo breathed, slumping into your chest. You, in turn, let out a loud snort before burying your face in his hair, laughing uncontrollably.

"Bro I'm waiting," you heard Kamden press on, followed by Matthew's snicker sounding from the other side of the room. You could already tell you'd never be able to live this down.

#boys planet #boys planet fics #yoon jongwoo #boys planet jongwoo #boys planet drabbles #boys planet x reader #boys planet imagines #zb1 #jongwoo

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tuesday again 3/5/2024

really fucking around in Breath of the Wild and not defeating Ganon, even though i think i am fairly well prepared, which is probably indicative of something or a metaphor for some larger issue. oh well! guess we'll never know!

listening

Rock the Jungle by The Daniel Pemberton TV Orchestra, off an album of music from and inspired by LittleBigPlanet, a video game i have never played. Daniel Pemberton is a remarkably prolific british composer who mostly does film these days but also does a lot of BBC stuff.

youtube

this is the kind of scrubby pad to the brain electronica i need sometimes. i think these are heavily filtered and processed kookaburra sounds? at about the minute fifteen mark it adds a rolling, rollicking bassline that is, as im sure we all know by now, fucking catnip to me. at about 2:20 it adds alarm blares that fade in and out of a sort of disco-y organ? it uses its five minute runtime pretty well imo. i think this was off the spotify discover weekly.

reading

T Kingfisher's The Clockwork Boys, recced by @rae-being-naughty lo these many months ago, and my library hold finally came in. the goodreads blurb is a remarkably accurate sales pitch so let's yoink that

A paladin, an assassin, a forger, and a scholar ride out of town. It’s not the start of a joke, but rather an espionage mission with deadly serious stakes. T. Kingfisher’s new novel begins the tale of a murderous band of criminals (and a scholar), thrown together in an attempt to unravel the secret of the Clockwork Boys, mechanical soldiers from a neighboring kingdom that promise ruin to the Dowager’s city. If they succeed, rewards and pardons await, but that requires a long journey through enemy territory, directly into the capital. It also requires them to refrain from killing each other along the way! At turns darkly comic and touching, Clockwork Boys puts together a broken group of people trying to make the most of the rest of their lives as they drive forward on their suicide mission.

i had a lot of fun with this! very pratchett-esque in its imperial critique through bureaucratic loopholes thereof, which is catnip to me, but i do think Kingfisher is simply better at writing women. the forger is an only child and it fucking shows.

i think if it were 5% more devoted to Humorous Bits and didn't have some nice character work between the forging accountant and the big sad blond paladin man, i would have gotten frustrated with it. i think it is simply more of a comedy than any of its blurbs suggest, and it can be difficult to ride that line between comedy and character growth through desperate acts without getting a little bit of whiplash. this is me being very depressed and a bit nitpicky though. the line "Time passed, like a kidney stone" is going to stick in my brain for a while. i already have the sequel on hold

watching

if you do nothing else today could you please watch this car chase for me? ok thanks

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Gunsmith Cats is a three-episode OVA that's a fancam of the american city of chicago and the cool girls that live and shoot and drive there, but let's just yank the MyAnimeList description

In the dangerous suburbs of Chicago, skilled bounty hunters Irene "Rally" Vincent and "Minnie" May Hopkins run Gunsmith Cats, a firearms store of questionable legality. One day, Bill Collins, an agent for the Chicago branch of the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms, and Explosives, blackmails Rally and May into working with him on a case. The stakes are high, but Rally’s gunmanship and May’s knowledge of explosives are unmatched. As Rally and May unravel the secrets of the case, the two will need to use guns and grenades while being faster, stronger, and better than everyone else in order to stay alive.

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all three episodes are free (in really nice quality) on youtube. i pitched this to wendy as "rally is jigen lupinthethird's little sister" and her driving skills and marksmanship... i'm not sure who would win between them but i wouldn't like to live on the difference.

animators, historically, hate animating guns and cars, except for the masochistic ones who use it to flex. there are at least three shots in each episode where i want to stand up and hold my cat above my head and hoot like a fuckin tusken raider. in the first episode, there's a raid on a smuggling warehouse (you know, a warehouse) where the BATF agent and Rally throw each other their guns and have a really cool FALLING OFF A CATWALK back to back shootout. it's hard to describe. watch the episode. i wish there were more than three episodes.

this is an OVA that, aside from the requisite panty shot and WHOOPS my whole shirt tore (one of each per episode per girl) is fairly normal about women? rally and minnie are...roommates. that bicker and eat pizza. they have a cool network of other slightly shady women they interact with a lot, and the big bad for most of the episodes is also a woman. this isn't like a bastion of feminism or anything it's just neat. sort of middling on the ass portion of the Weeb Ass Shit scale. low on the weeb and shit parts too. again this is a fancam of chicago with cool girls

i watched this bc i was trying to use up kanopy credits and came across the precursor to this, Riding Bean, which i did not love for several reasons (the big one being the legitimately pedophilic lesbian relationship) but the creator took the concept of Rally out of that forty minute...experiment? and that led me to Gunsmith Cats. thank u ppl who put free anime on youtube

playing

still futzing about in breath of the wild. fucking around with sidequests and a sudden need to at least discover all the shrines.

for example, i did all the labyrinth shrines. underneath the akkala labyrinth is the scariest room in the world, bc six of those fuckers are alive and they will all target you the instant you open that chest.

cannot be bothered with the eventide island shrine yet (the roguelike) bc it frustrates the hell out of me. did the thyplo forest one, which was extremely annoying bc it dimmed my whole TV screen (including the UI) instead of just dimming the game itself. im sure someone thought that would be such a cool detail but instead i found it extremely annoying and vey difficult to swap weapons or start campfires.

and then i trundled through a list of shrine quests, bc i apparently had TWELVE missing?? three were korok trials, one was eventide (apparently it only shows up as a quest if you are on the island or have finished it, bc if u die on the island it kicks you back to a pre-island save lmao) so for the others: three i just had to talk to people to officially start and then immediately complete the quest. remember when i was anxious about softlocking myself out of the jungle dragon shrine quest bc i went right there instead of talking to Kass? never fear, nintendo's got my back

"kay how did you possibly miss reading the giant stone tablet to start this quest--" i am not a clever woman. i go "oh i know what to do!!!" when i see the Orb and hare off without looking around further.

A Brother's Roast i missed bc i forgot to talk to everyone in Goron City after defeating rudania, didn't run across Test of Will (the Goron challenge in the Gerudo highlands) bc i forgot to look off that side of the tower and was very focused on gliding into the labyrinth at the right spot, and didn't run across Guardian Slideshow on the far south beaches bc i hadn't explored there yet.

A Stolen Heirloom was deeply annoying. i had four out of five quests complete to unlock this, but there is an unmarked side quest where you have to go into this lady's house at night to figure out she wants fireflies. maybe she has some ambient daytime barks about this? i have never heard them. this was a little obtuse. also i don't love the stealth in this game. this game's stealth really works when you are well out of detection range bc u have a sniper bow, and i find it works less well for me when i have to follow a target. no i haven't finished the korok stealth trial either.

non-shrine nonsense:

ive been using Stasis as a sort of VATS equivalent. in fallout, i like to hit VATS every once in a while just to see who's out there. how many radroaches are nearby. this also highlights most interactable things which i think is nice of the game

gerudo town stuff: i missed this sand seal racing challenge by SO little the first time which annoyed me so much, it took me six more tries to beat the damn thing. i am very charmed that they actually put in a garden for the kid who was trying to grow a garden!

some beach vegetation mysteries: im really baffled by this singular hearty radish growing in full sun in what is essentially sand with a dusting of palm bark. all the other hearty radishes i have seen are in deep forests with partial sun and lots of leaf litter. what the hell is this then. plus a neat little unique sea wrack? korok circle instead of the usual lilypads.

i didn't know this game knew how to do rainbows at all, let alone double ones!

i will leave you with my many attempts to make stamina potions.

making

making things requires both the perfect levels of anxiety (too little anxiety and im out doing normal people things, too much anxiety and i shut down, a medium level means im frantically making things to distract myself. we are at the high end of medium) and some level of income bc i inevitably need one or two things to finish projects. eg we are at the level of anxiety where i am only able to do simple things like repainting a whole bunch of big frames for my maps (procured when i had money) but i need more matboard. so they are sitting, 90% finished, in my office closet.

garden update: more than half my bush beans came up with no leaves and promptly died, which could be due to any number of things but im choosing to believe it's bc my bestie's five year old planted them a little too deeply. so it goes. all the sweet peas are fine, all my normal peas and most of my regular climbing beans came up. a little annoyed bc only a third of my nasturtiums came up even after soaking them for 24h as recommended. the shit i Bought (tomatoes, marigolds, mint, rosemary) is doing fine. the spinach and dill i planted are doing fine too, although the spinach also had about a 50% germination rate. this does mean i don't need to thin them but. Hm. yanno?

#tuesday again #tuesday again no problem

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