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medicinemane · 3 months

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I get very tired of dealing with people who are so busy being "practical" that they're just totally prescriptive

I tend to be, I think, a fairly pragmatic person. Like most years I spend about... maybe $50 on myself for the whole year (this year is going to be a bit higher, but there's also specific utility to what I'm spending it on). I tend to not bother buying myself snacks, cause I know I'm mostly hungry, and if I'm hungry real food is a better deal (I sadly tend to fail to get ahold of the real food either)

My point is that I tend to be very goal oriented (not in a ladder climbing way, in a I set goals and then work towards them kinda way), I tend to be very focused on what will push my situations into being sustainable, I tend to look for high efficiency, low cost, long term solutions

I was... I was talking to that friend I'll say is Dr Jekyll and Mr Dumbass (I was more trying to talk to my dad, but they were both there). It was definitely Mr Dumbass today

For one thing, he was already saying a bunch of really fucking dumb shit where... it's so stupid I'm not even going to repeat it, where it's like the answer for why we don't do that is because it's obviously a moronically stupid idea on top of being immoral, and also totally ineffective you dipshit

So I already wasn't in the mood for him

Then, while talking about visiting my grandma, I mention how in order to start cooking I need sharp knives, none of my knives are sharp (cause my mom's a fool and dulls them all), and how it would really help if I could just take a knife from my grandma since she doesn't cook anymore and just... keep it as my personal knife that I keep sharp

(I can't do this, cause my grandma is... bug fuck crazy, and legit believes that if you gift someone a knife they'll kill people with it which like... where do you even get that idea, like she has literally said before that she'd give money to buy a knife but wouldn't give one as a gift... what?)

Anyway, Mr Dumbass starts going on about how I can just buy a new knife, and it's like no... in your quest for objective practicality you've lost all pragmatism

I don't need to buy a new knife, I need to learn to sharpen knives which... which I just have a bit of a block on cause I've had trouble figuring out how to sharpen stuff so far (I've come to suspect that which of the hard and soft stones you use first and second isn't intuitive and I've been trying to hone with the sharpening stone and sharpen with the honing stone)

Like... to get mean for just a slight moment, shut your fool mouth, you've got more money than I've ever even touched, and while you were poor at one point when you were younger you've clearly forgot, and not everyone can just buy stuff

Also you're saying a bunch of dumb shit tonight with such confidence and it's pissed me off

He's capable of being a very very smart and compassionate person, and then other times he's a damn fool, and far too often he... he talks about practicality without actually understanding how to be practical

Being practical requires working in the confines of reality

...I don't know, I don't think I have all the words I need to explain what I'm saying, but the point is he's annoyed me and people who act like him annoy me where it's like... nothing matters in the end other than if you actually solve something

You can talk all day about what someone "should do", but what matters is what they will do

So it gets frustrating talking with my family with him cause he has all this ideas where it's like... that functionally won't work, and like some of his great ideas are how I can just wait for my grandma to die and get the knife then and it's like... yeah... but I need a knife now dummy, and I have knives, and which is more useful?

Dropping a pretty penny on a new knife, or finishing learning a skill I really fucking need badly and that makes it so I can sharpen things for next to free forever?

...I'm just tired of having to do everything myself and getting no help, that's all. How about you shut your fucking mouth, stop trying to offer advice that's worse than my plans I'm already slowly turning the gears on making happen, and just let me bitch about my idiot relatives?

Laughing at this fool antics when he chooses to do that, legitimately is more helpful than any attempts to help

#last two paragraphs are things that sadly a lot of people could learn #sometimes you need to shut your mouth and just listen #and this is why I have my no advice without action policy #if the rolls were reversed; I'm not willing to suggest someone buy a knife unless I'm willing to pay for it #most I'll ever do is something like say 'Just wondering if this is something you've already tried'#like know someone who go hacked here; and I just asked if they're running two factor authentication now cause if not it might help #like that's the outside amount of advice I'm willing to offer without action #because it acknowledges that they may have already thought of it; and it more just tries to float an option than it does suggest shit #honestly... I think I'd be less annoyed if it was like 'what about buying a new knife?; rather than 'you should buy a new knife'#advice in the form of a question makes for a dialogue rather than dictation #lets the other person just explain why something won't work if they've already considered it #like in this case... money; way rather just sharpen shit and get to spend money on food instead of a knife #like... this is the crux of what I complain about with my grandma; that groceries are my number one desire with money #are you my grandma? suggesting that I just flippantly spend money once it becomes something you'd want to spend it on?#...and the answer honestly is that yeah that's usually how people are #they can laugh off wasting money on shitty over priced clothes; but when it's what they like spending on that's what everyone should do #...maybe I fail at it; but I try not to do that #try to just be a back up to people and support them in whatever matters to them #and once again; only offer advice when I'm actually willing to do something like drop the money on getting them the thing I think they need #eh... I don't want to share the other dumb shit he was saying cause... dear god #edgy stoned dipshit talk; you know?#framed as actionable policy #good guy; helped me move shit up (I mostly needed a driver) but... utter fucking ass too much of the time #there's reasons we're not closer

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ioannemos · 1 year

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pride is hard to swallow but the aftertaste is sweet

#i've been thinking about this since last sunday... asked the couple who runs the food bank to open it for me #bc i'm at work while it's open #and they did! he gave me a ride unlocked everything let me pick out what i needed and drove me home #(i asked if they had bagels bc i looove bagels... they didn't but he said if they got any in he'd set some aside for me)#and i mentioned on the ride home that like. it was hard at first to go there bc it hurt my pride #but once i got over myself... it's such a blessing! i have milk eggs pasta chicken etc #and like. in my case i have money. i could buy food. but i don't have easy access to a grocery store #(bc the bus doesn't run on the weekends! for no logical reason i can imagine! what the hell!)#anyway #i don't think these tags are very coherent but whatever #personal #abbie needs a twitter

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vamptastic · 2 years

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time to make some online purchases and not be nervous about it at all not even a little bit

#im very financially responsible except with giving others money #like every time i see a homeless person i give them at least $10 and my parents r always mad about it #and every time i go out w my friends i pay for everything #which isn't bad per se but like #i need to save about $10k for medical transition and i would like to have #a safety net of more savings in case things go south with my parents before i can graduate college n get my own income #also now that i have my own money i need to learn to spend it when i need to buy smth #i have a budget of saving 90% spending 10% for my summer job #but 10% is like $300!! thats $300 that could go towards top surgery...#idk. i just wish these savings were for like.. a fun trip or a car or just a rainy day #instead i need to save every cent i make for the next four years just to have what cis people r born with #sucks. -_-.#the aversion to spending money is mostly just cos #we're middle upper class ish now but both my parents grew up real poor #like no ac in the florida summer get a job at 14 if u want food on the table poor. everything but homeless p much #tho my dad was homeless in college for a bit #so. they're very frugal even tho we make a lot of money #just gotta get the cheapest of everything no frivolous spending go to 6 grocery stores for the best deals n haggle with me over jeans #not necessarily a bad thing tho id argue why make that much money if u don't ever wanna spend it #cos its not going towards a mansion or new cars n shit we have like. a normal house n very old car #it's all just retirement savingd #savings.#which is all well n good but like #dont u wanna live a bit happier before age 65 too? i mean r u gonna wait your whole life to use that money on ur happiness?#idk. anyway.#my money is going towards Not Killing Myself From Dysphoria rn. so.#but i wish i could stop begrudging myself for buying stuff even when its well within my budget #literally beating myself up for buying a fucking belt rn

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fashion-runways · 6 months

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okay it's been over a year and i keep saying i'm going to make a new post and it's too exhausting to even think about the whole thing so i keep pushing it-- here's the link to the old post if you want a more detailed thing i wrote back then.

anyway, a year ago, out of the blue, our apartment got raided by the police, they broke our front door, they broke a bunch of shit inside, they took a bunch of our stuff, they barely gave us answers or an explanation, they took my dad and made it seem like he would have to sign some stuff and answer some questions and come back, but it's been over a year (since june 2022) and he hasn't come back, and his case is still up in the air. they're barely working on it. they didn't pay for all the shit they broke, they haven't returned all the shit they took, we had to spend a lot of money on that, i had to take a loan to buy a new computer so i could keep working and studying, on top of spending even more money on basic needs for my dad in jail and lawyers, plus blood pressure and anxiety medications, plus he's old and he was scheduled an eye surgery that he obviously couldn't go to so he's like, practically blind in one eye now, also new clothes for him to wear there (there's a bunch of rules for that), honestly i already lost track of how many things we had to pay for. it's been incredibly stressful and it still is even now that we've gotten used to it. he's been detained for a year for something that they still don't even know if he did and the case is barely moving, i don't know if they're like... i don't know, waiting for the man to die in there since he's already old so they don't have to admit they don't have enough proof for all the mess they made? i don't know. like i said back then, please don't ask me for details on the case or show up in my inbox trying to play tiktok true crime and guess what he did/didn't do. it happened a few times and it's extremely triggering, please don't. please.

this blog is basically my job. it's my primary source of income, i don't have anything else, no matter how many interviews i go to, in the country/city i live and in the state our economy is, if you don't have contacts it's impossible to get a job. i'm always signing up to free programs to learn new things while i don't have a job, try to make my cv bigger, but it doesn't matter. if you don't have someone saying “please hire my friend/family member” or you don't have 500 years of experience, they won't. so like i said, donations people make to this blog are how me and my mom (and my pets) stay afloat. it's what we use to pay for food, general groceries, transportation, electricity, wifi, water, gas, health insurance, stuff for my dad in jail, meds for my mom who has diabetes, food and meds for my pets. i don't go out much, i haven't gotten a haircut in a year, i barely spend money in anything that makes me happy except once in a blue moon when i stop feeling guilty lmao i had a redbubble account also that helped a little too, but last week it got suspended without an explanation as i was uploading new designs, so i don't even have that now. i made a new account on teepublic, but all my designs in high quality are locked behind redbubble and i can't even log into because of the suspension. it's... complicated, and it's a lot, but it is what it is.

i'm always keeping an eye out on new collections, new designers, new cool things. like i said, i love fashion, i studied fashion, and i know a lot of you use this blog as inspiration whether it's for yourselves or for your art, so i don't want to post all similar stuff all the time, i want to post all kinds of styles and brands as much as i can. which is why when i say if you like this blog, if you want to support me, sending even the smallest amount of money helps me keep going. living in latin america, the exchange rate is kind of insane, so truly any amount of money donated helps. unfortunately, i never stop needing money to survive and help keep my family afloat, but in the past year more than ever.

as usual, my kofi link is this one: https://ko-fi.com/fashionrunways and my (new) teepublic link is this one: https://www.teepublic.com/user/dinah-lance. if my redbubble account gets reinstated, i'll add that link eventually too. and as always, thanks for loving this blog and for loving fashion like i love fashion, even when i post crazy looking stuff, and thanks for helping. you have no idea how much your support helps, but it really does, i don't even know if i'd be alive right now if it wasn't for this blog.

#text posts #long post.

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whore-era · 1 year

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1-800-GIRLS - part 2

☁︎ modern!ellie x sex-hotline-operator!fem!reader, very small mention of dealer!ellie ☁︎ summary: in which ellie takes her favorite phone sex hotline operator out on their first date! ☁︎ warnings: contains smut! 18+ only. top/dom!ellie, bottom/sub!reader, interactions with men, dirty talking/praise, fingering (r!recieving), use of fem nicknames, slight mention of petplay, let me know if i missed anything else pls. ☁︎ a/n: back by popular demand, and to thank you all for 1k. i love u all from the bottom of my heart. thank u all so so so much. also there will be NO PART 3! s/o to my girl @clearheartgreyflowers for staying up w me til 3am writing smut LMAO ☁︎ word count: 5,124 ☁︎ 1-800-GIRLS part 1

thursday, 1:15am → ongoing call with sir steven (ft. lauderdale, FL)

sir steven (client): thank you, sugar. did good as always, pretty lady.

sugar: no problem, sir.

sir steven (client): have a good night, darlin'. good night.

the line clicks on the other end, and you finally let out a big stretch, able to relax as you close the hotline for the night. you made 13 calls tonight, which usually wouldn't be enough to help with bills, but much to your dismay, ellie had been sending you money nonstop.

it's been a couple of weeks since you first met her in the library, and since then, you've seen each other here and there, most of your communication being made through texts and calls, as you both have been extremely busy with final exams and work. barely getting any real time to spend together besides having lunch together or walking to class when the time allows it.

however, ever since you revealed to ellie your real name and gave her your personal phone number, she's been using it to her advantage — sending you money through applepay/paypal, paying for food to get delivered to your apartment when you tell her you haven't ate that day, or getting uber's or taxis to pick you up when she wasn't able to come get you herself.

she was very persistent in being your provider, insisting that with her income, she could support you full-time and buy you everything you needed and more.

but you didn't have it in you to just quit this hotline gig. you didn't want to feel like you had to rely on ellie, and the last thing you wanted was to burden her with your own issues.

thursday, 1:30am → incoming call from ellie (jackson, WY)

you: ellie...?

ellie: hi baby.

you: why are you calling the hotline? you have my number, silly.

ellie: what? can't check in on my girl?

you couldn't help the flush in your cheeks. ellie never failed to make you blush. she always made a point to flirt, hard, and you both weren't even in a relationship, yet.

you: what can i do for my favorite client?

ellie: hm, how does going out with me on saturday night sound?

you: like...a date?

ellie: yeah, don't you think we're a bit overdue for one?

you: sure! what should i wear?

ellie: 's up to you. you make anything look beautiful.

you hated how easily she made the heat rise to your cheeks.

ellie: are you blushing?

you: ....no.

ellie: liar. just for that, you owe me a kiss on our date.

you: hm, we'll see.

ellie: guess we will.

saturday couldn't have arrived any faster, and by the time you knew it, it was 6:00 in the evening, almost time for your first date with ellie.

you couldn't make up your mind on what to wear, trying on different outfit combinations, determining which one you think ellie would like more.

groaning in frustration, you seemingly settled on a baby blue dress, with a light and warm cardigan. the weather was absolutely perfect for this type of outfit, not too hot with just the slightest breeze.

as you touched up your makeup, swiping on your favorite gloss, you couldn't seem to calm the nerves boiling in your belly. what was there to be nervous about? you were going on a date with one of the coolest and prettiest girls you have ever seen in your life.

overthinking every possible worst-case scenario that could happen tonight, you took some deep breaths, shaking off the images of you possibly falling on your face, snorting while you laugh, or accidentally passing gas in front of ellie. oh god, if that were to happen tonight, you didn't think you could ever face her again.

you would have to change jobs. and schools.

"god, jesus, whoever, please have my back tonight," you whisper to yourself, suddenly jumping at the small 'ping' coming from your phone.

unlocking your phone, you see it's a text from ellie:

ellie <3: I'm on my way up baby, u ready?

you: yes! i'm ready hehe

you take the time to lace your shoes at the front door, giving yourself a quick one-over in the mirror to see if you were presentable, at the least.

two soft knocks on the door resonated through your apartment, and you took a deep breath as you unlocked the latch, mentally preparing yourself for tonight.

swinging the door open, you're greeted by the tall, emerald-eyed girl.

"hey, baby," she greets, leaning over to plant a kiss on your cheek, "you look gorgeous."

your eyes fell to the ground, cheeks flushing with crimson. get ahold of yourself. you're acting like a teenage girl with a puppy-love crush, you echoed in your mind.

"thanks, els. you look pretty cute too," you compliment shyly, looking down at her fit — a white shirt complimented with a red flannel and dark-washed jeans. of course, hair styled in her signature half-up ponytail and sporting her white and black converse sneakers.

"ready to go?"

"yeah, let's go ahead."

"cool, just parked over here in the parking lot."

taking hold of your hand, the two of you head out to the parking lot, and she takes the lead in guiding you to her car. her hands felt warm and clammy— and you wondered if ellie was feeling just as nervous as you were.

and she was.

ellie was freaking the fuck out. from the outside, you appeared calm and relaxed, which put her at unease. were you not excited to be going out with her? were you going to like what she planned for tonight? what if you absolutely hated the date she organized? it'd tear ellie's heart to pieces.

but ellie couldn't overthink, especially not right now. she couldn't let her emotions get the best of her, and she only had to think of the present — you.

ellie fished out her keys from her pocket, briefly letting go of your hand to unlock the car and open the passenger side door for you.

getting inside, you mumbled a quick 'thank you'. as ellie scurried to the driver's side of the car, you scanned your eyes around the interior of her car.

what the hell? was she driving a...dodge hellcat? you knew ellie drove, but you didn't know she drove such an expensive muscle car. how much money did she make being a dealer?

her car smelled just like her, fresh and musky, and she kept it fairly clean.

ellie piled in the driver's seat of her car, putting the key in the ignition and turned on the engine.

"soooo, where are we going?" you queried.

"that's a surprise," ellie smirks, and suddenly she places her hand behind the head of your seat, turning her neck to look at the rear windshield as she backed out of the parking spot.

you swallowed thickly, focused primarily on how hot she looked doing something as simple and elementary as reversing her car. the way her neck flexed, the way her arm tattoo looked by your face, and the way she was concentrated on moving the vehicle — suddenly turned the heat up in this confined space.

"you okay? you look a bit warm," ellie asks, interrupting your train of thought.

"huh? yeah, no, i-i'm okay," you smile meekly, "it's j-just a little warm in here."

"oh, sorry," her hands went to turn on the air conditioning, the gentle breeze of cool air providing relief, "there you go. better?"

you nod, "much better, thanks."

"wanna play some music?" she asks, holding her phone up.

"hmm, you can put whatever you want on. i wanna see what type of music you're into."

"okay," ellie says with a wide smile, "suit yourself."

approaching a stop light, ellie uses the window of opportunity to tap away on her phone, searching for her favorite song. the song 'the spins' by mac miller plays throughout the car at a mellow volume.

"great taste. i love this song," you chime.

"yeah? me too," ellie states, "i loved mac miller since like, forever."

eyes gravitating towards ellie, you couldn't help but get lost in a daze at the way she drives, the slight spread in her legs, one hand on the wheel, the stray strand of hair that falls in her face — she was dangerous.

and ellie could feel the burning gaze you were searing on the side of her face, "you okay there?"

"hmm?"

"you keep staring at me."

"oh— uh— i'm sorry. i didn't mean to—" you sputtered, ashamed that you'd been caught red-handed.

"it's fine, baby, no worries. just wanted to know if there was anything on your mind was all," ellie briefly tears her eyes away from the road to check on you.

you had to quickly think of an excuse, something to save you from this embarrassment — "just thinking of where we're going."

the girl chuckles, "well, we're already here."

the neon lights were the first thing that caught your attention, then the rapidly moving contraptions, and lastly the laughter from the crowds of people.

"we're at the carnival?!" you squealed, unable to contain your excitement.

"yea," ellie muttered sheepishly, "uh— i saw on your instagram how you shared the posts about wanting to go on your story, so i-"

you cut her off with a forceful hug, "oh my god! ellie! we have to get out now! let's go, let's go, let's go!!"

"alright, baby, let me put the car in park-" she began, but you were already halfway down the entrance.

"wow! ellie! that one was so fun! it was exhilarating!" you breathed out, fueled by the rush of adrenaline pumping through your veins after riding the 'slingshot' rollercoaster.

ellie couldn't be any more amused, smiling down at you, "yeah? you liked that one, babe?"

"yes! i loved it!" you squealed, but as the adrenaline wavered, you began to feel that familiar rumble in your stomach, "it did give me an appetite, though."

"wanna get a little something to eat?" ellie's hand is securely interlaced with yours, guiding you towards the various food stands.

you nod, "mhm, i am starved."

"just tell me what you want, and i'll get it for you, m'kay?" she gives you a smile and squeezes your hand as your eyes scan the numerous items to choose from.

corndogs. cotton candy. kettle corn. pretzels. chilli cheese hot dogs. funnel cake.

"hmmm, i think i want some funnel cake," you suggest, "we can share it."

"sounds good to me," ellie shrugs and you both fall in line. she orders and pays for the sweet treat and the worker hands her the food, as you find a vacant picnic table to sit at.

digging into the crispy, creamy treat, you couldn't hold back the moan of delight that came from your mouth.

"oh my god! this is amazing!" you moan, whip cream getting all over your lips.

ellie was too busy hyper-fixating on the cream that sat on your lip, and before thinking about anything else, she swiped it off your bottom lip with the pad of her thumb, bringing it to her lips and sucking it clean.

"mmm, delicious," she commented, then consumed the dessert as if nothing had happened.

leaving you stunned, you gulped the cup of water she gave you, attempting to soothe the heat seeping down below.

"so, which ride do you wanna get on next?" ellie spooned more of the funnel cake in her mouth, looking up at you, awaiting your response.

"not sure, why don't you choose? i picked the last one after all," you clean your spoon off, getting every last bit of leftover ice cream.

"we can ride theeee..." ellie scours the carnival rides, "...the haunted hospital."

your heart fell to your stomach, you hated anything related to horror.

"oh no..ellie, i don't think i'll be able to ride that—"

"are you scared?" she taunts in a playful tone.

"yes. i'd be covering my eyes the entire time, el."

"good thing you have me with you, i'll fight anyone who gets too close to you. promise."

"fine."

when you both finish the funnel cake, you quickly discard it and ellie rushes you over to the line to the haunted attraction, but as the line goes by quicker than you anticipated, the fear began to set in deeper and deeper.

"ellie, i'm scared," you whisper as you both approach the front of the line, watching the people in front of you climb into the little mechanical car and disappear into the darkness.

"hey, i'm here, baby," she coos, rubbing your back, "besides, it's all fake, okay? 's not real."

and on cue, the attendant calls you both up, "next!"

walking slowly towards the black cart, you get on first and take a seat, with ellie following closely behind you.

"alright, hands up," the attendant commands as the handlebars latch down and lock onto your lap, "keep your hands and feet in the cart at all times. have fun."

as the cart begins to move forward and ascend into blackness, you curl into ellie's body and her arm instinctively wraps around your body, holding you tight.

this is exactly where ellie wanted you, up close and personal. she wanted an excuse to hold you all night, and after seeing the 'haunted hospital' sign, she knew this ride was the perfect place to do that.

your heart was pumping in and out of your chest, preparing for the worse to pop out and jump-scare you.

"ugh, i can't look," you stammer, covering your eyes. ellie takes hold of your wrists, gently taking them away from your face.

"hey, just focus on me, okay?" ellie whispers, her hot breath fanning in your face, "it's just me and you."

"o-okay."

and the fear that took habitat in your belly faded away, your mind zeroed in on ellie and how close she was to you. if you even breathed too hard, you probably would’ve accidentally kissed her.

but luckily for you, ellie was five steps ahead.

she reached her hand out to cup your cheek, resting it on the soft, warm skin of your face.

"can i kiss you?" ellie asked, her mouth taking over her brain, but she didn't mind it. she wanted to kiss you. she's been wanting to kiss you ever since she heard your voice that night she accidentally called you.

“please. please, kiss me.”

leaning in, ellie pressed her lips on yours, her other hand snaking around your waist, pulling you in closer. her lips were soft and inviting, and they tasted sweet — they were definitely a good distraction from the horror props popping out at different intervals.

her lips leave subtle pecks along your lips, enamored by how your lips tasted, and how it left her wanting more.

ellie pulls away, inciting a small whimper from you, “the ride’s about to end, babe.”

“hmph, okay,” you pout and ellie pecks your lips again.

“we’ll have plenty of time to continue later,” she reassures you with a laugh. as the both of you emerge into the light, back to the entrance of the attraction, you notice your lipgloss smeared all over her lips, eliciting a small giggle from you.

“what’s so funny?”

you point to her lips, and her eyes dart down to her face, using her sleeves to wipe off the pink gloss from her mouth as you both get off the ride.

you smile sheepishly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you both stroll around the carnival, “sorry, that was my fault.”

ellie smiles and shakes her head, “don’t worry ‘bout it,” she says coolly, “hey, let’s go over there. there’s no line.”

pointing to an attraction behind you, you turn around and follow her trail, your eyes settling on the ferris wheel.

hand in hand, you both get on the little capsule of the ferris wheel, the employee holding it sturdy so you and ellie would have time to climb in.

they latched the door closed and you both begin the slow, upward descent.

“wow, the view is beautiful,” you breathe out, astounded by how pretty the lights looked in the city as you towered over the area below.

“yeah, the view certainly is beautiful, huh?” ellie murmured, but she wasn’t staring at the view. her eyes were on you, taking in how breathtaking you looked in this moment — eyes glimmering in amusement, perfect, plump lips slightly parted, and hair a bit messy from the breeze, but framing your face in all the right places. she took her phone out, snapping a quick picture, never wanting to forget this moment.

she moved seats, before, sitting on the bench facing you, and now sitting right beside you.

“uh, there’s something i have to tell you,” ellie began, her nerves shocking every cell in her body.

“yea? what is it?” you ask, turning to face her, “is everything okay?”

“yeah, yeah, i just—” ellie bit her lip nervously, “i just really like you. like, i think about you all the time. when i first heard your voice that night i dialed you, i just knew i had to talk to you again. there’s just something about you that always brings me back and— fuck, i never thought i’d find myself catching feelings so hard for a girl before.”

your cheeks were hurting from how wide your smile was, but you didn’t care. ellie put her arm around your shoulder and held your hand with her free one, leaning in closer.

“what i’m trying to say is that— i really, really want to be with you. i want to be the one who you tell the weird stories about your clients to and i want to be the one to take care of you after a long day at class. i want to be the one who protects you and who you share your favorite meal with. i just— i really want you to be my girlfriend,” and before ellie continues any further, you cut her off with a kiss.

“if this is your way of asking me to be your girlfriend, the answer is yes, ellie williams,” you answer, briefly pulling away for air.

ellie’s smile grows wider, “cool,” she quirks before connecting your lips again.

the sun was long gone and the moon had taken over the night sky. but your date with ellie was far from over.

after spending an evening filled with thrill rides and greasy, fried snacks, you and ellie both decided to calm things down by taking a walk along the boardwalk, occasionally strolling up and down the pier.

“would you say this has been a good date so far?” ellie’s eyes flitter toward you, her arm slung over your shoulder as you stride down the various closed stores and restaurants of the boardwalk. it was empty, only one or two people passing by, but other than that it was only you two.

“mmm, i’d give it a…six out of ten,” you tease, gaining a scoff from your new girlfriend.

“a six? seriously?” she shakes her head, “damn, not the response i was hoping for.”

“i’m just kidding, els,” you giggle, “this date has been amazing. i loved every bit of it. thank you.”

you lean over and press a small kiss on her cheek, watching how the vermilion scatters across her freckles.

“now that’s more like it.” ellie laughs, continuing the promenade forward, with no destination in mind.

your eyes settle on this small, old-fashioned photo booth tucked away in a corner of the boardwalk. the sign above it flashing ‘PHOTOS: 4 different poses’. it was the perfect idea to end the night and have a little souvenir to remember your first date.

you let go of her hand, dashing towards the photo booth, ellie confusedly following after you. you open your bag, searching for some change, and you insert four quarters into the small coin slot.

“let's go inside,” you enthuse, excited to try out the photo booth.

ellie went inside first, taking a seat on the extremely small bench, barely leaving any space for you to sit beside her. the booth was such a tight enclosure, only allowing enough space for a maximum of two people.

“i— uh— don’t know where to—” you stammer, but she interrupts you as she grabs your hips, sitting you down on her right thigh.

warmth rose to your face, feeling secure and sturdy sat upon her leg. ellie closed the black curtain, covering the entrance and blocking any light that would shine through.

“okay, we have three minutes and four poses,” you say, turning your neck to look down at her, “what should our poses be?”

“i dunno, i’m sure we’ll look great doing any. we can jus’ do them as we go along,” ellie shrugged, and the photo booth began to count down from five.

sitting up straight in her lap and fixing your hair, you and ellie put on a smile, and the light flashes white, signaling the end of the first pose.

for the second pose, you turn your head and plant your lips on ellie’s cheek as ellie scrunches her nose up, and the flash lights up for a second time.

for the third pose, you loop your arm over ellie’s shoulder, and you both look each other in with adoring eyes and loving smiles — flash.

you both couldn’t even bother getting ready for the final pose, too lost in each other’s admiring gazes to think properly. you were focused on the jade green of ellie’s eyes, wishing you could jump in and swim in the pools of emerald. ellie was hooked on your face, and memorizing every detail like her life depended on it — tracing her eyes over your pouty lips.

and as the countdown went to one, ellie smashed her lips onto yours, her arms tightening around your waist to pull you closer. this kiss was different from the ones from before — there was urgency, there was eagerness, there was a burning passion, one you’ve never experienced before.

her tongue shoves into your mouth, tasting the mint you’ve chewed previously. immodest and perhaps, pornographic wet sounds from your mouths resonate throughout the small photobooth. one of her hands trail from your hips towards your tits, groping the soft, pillowy flesh underneath your baby blue dress, eliciting the faintest of whimpers — a sound ellie has been dying to hear again.

you couldn’t help the arousal building up in your core, compelling you to grind your crotch against the denim fabric of her jeans.

“e-ellie, i— i’ve never—” you struggle to let out, pulling away from her lips, a trail of spit lingering on your bottom lip, and her lips plant sloppy, wet kisses along the side of your neck.

“we can stop if you want, sweet girl,” she murmurs against your skin, and you quickly shake your head.

“n-no, don’t stop, p-please,” you gulp and with your approval, ellie’s other hand goes down to hike your dress up, bunching the fabric up around your waist. her hands push your legs apart, and she lifts one of your thighs up to rest on the wall of the photo booth. you were exposed, the only thing concealing your bare, pussy was the thin fabric of your panties.

she sat back against the corner of the booth, leaning against the wall and allowing you space to lean against her body as well. her hand cupped your panty-covered crotch, rubbing against it.

the sudden friction made you jolt, your breath picking up, “b-but what if— what if someone hears us? or—or sees us?”

“then you better keep it down, pup.”

ellie’s hand slips inside your panties, her index finger sliding between the warmth of your folds, drowning in the wet, hot juices leaking out from you, “fuck.”

you let out a pitiful whine, needing more pressure, craving satisfaction. the nights after that call with ellie, your own fingers no longer sufficed the needs your body demanded. you tried so hard to replicate the same feeling ellie gave you that late evening, but there was no avail as you realized the only person who can truly serve your body correctly was ellie.

“p-please, more,” you begged, hoping she would show you mercy and give you what you wanted.

“please, what? huh? use your fuckin’ manners,” she snides in your ear, breath fanning against your neck. you immediately knew what she was inferring.

“please, daddy, please. i want more,” you bucked your hips up to her hands, and she happily obliged. two of ellie’s fingers made their way to your throbbing and swollen clit, applying pressure as her digits created circles.

you couldn’t suppress the moan that emerged from your throat, clamping a hand shut over your mouth, careful not to alert any strangers nearby, knowing people would still be able to hear despite the thin, black curtain covering the photo booth.

“you look s’ fuckin’ pretty,” ellie whispers against your neck, and her hand grabs your jaw, turning your head to look at her as she smushes her lips against your swollen, red lips.

a stream of melodious moans vibrated against ellie’s mouth, and she was drinking it in, savoring the sound of you against her lips. the way ellie’s tongue fucked your mouth felt ungodly, and almost immoral. someone who harbors the power to make you feel how you do is something close to the devil, as pleasure this wonderful was sinful.

her fingers disappear from your clit, leaving you feeling empty.

“open.” ellie orders and you part your lips. she pushes her fingers in your mouth, and you suck them clean, your tongue lapping the salty juices like a puppy desperate for water on a hot day.

“such a good fuckin’ girl, shiiit,” ellie praises, slipping her fingers in your pussy, continuing the circles on your hardened clit.

“you know what good girls like you get? huh?” ellie’s fingers pick up speed, “they get to cum. you wanna cum for daddy, baby?”

unable to think of any response, you nod your head up and down.

“use your words, pup.”

“yes, daddy. puppy wants to cum,” you whine out. that was enough for ellie to give you what you wanted. one hand rubbing circles your clit, her other hand pushes your panties to the side and inserts one finger in your leaking hole, gently sliding it in and out.

“ellie!” you cry out, astounded by the added pressure. her finger was long and filled you up almost, completely.

“gotta stretch you out, baby. get you ready for my cock,” ellie smirks as she slowly adds in another finger, still maintaining her slow, neutral pace.

your pussy clenches around her fingers, and you scrambled around to grab ahold of anything you can get your hands on. you were drunk on ellie, the way she talks to you — almost condescending — combined with how she had you writhing under her fingers. you were unequivocally hers. you were ellie’s.

she added a third finger to your clit, applying more pressure on your sensitive clit, and her fingers began to pump faster inside your pussy, coating it in a thick, creamy layer of your juices.

“god, you’re such a pretty fuckin’ girl,” ellie kisses the side of your neck, “look at you, making a mess all over my hands, like a filthy pup.”

all your mouth would utter was these weak, pathetic whimpers and moans, fucked out dumb and stupid. you don’t even think you could remember your name right now.

the familiar feeling of your orgasm coming undone begins to rise, accompanied by a new pressure you feel in your abdomen — the urge to push.

“daddy, think m’ gonna— p—pee,” you stammer, not wanting to embarrass yourself and closing your legs, “it feels like i have to—”

“baby, let it happen. promise it’s not piss or anything,” ellie reassured, figuring this was your first time squirting. “just let go, sweet girl.”

the sweet sounds of your wet pussy echoed throughout the confined spaces of the booth, just how ellie liked it. it was music to her ears.

the feeling of your walls tightening around her fingers told her that you were just right on the edge, and she was going to give you that push to fall over and come undone all over her hands.

the pad of ellie’s fingers massaged figure eights on your pussy, almost tracing infinity signs on your clit. her fingers found rhythm and continued thrusting her index and middle fingers inside you, curling up to rub the flesh of your walls, hitting just the right spot and emitting an angelic moan from you.

ellie was in heaven and she had this honey-sweet angel melting under her touch.

you squirmed in her lap, your back instinctively arching, about to come apart in this small photo booth.

“daddy, i’m about to— can i? can i cum? pretty please?” you cried out, almost pleading, like you were begging for your life, but you felt like you were going to simply die if you didn’t finish right now.

“yes, pretty baby, cum all over me,” ellie coaxes you through your orgasm, “make a fuckin’ mess, puppy.”

you came undone, falling apart right there. your pussy clamped around her fingers, a stream of milky-white cream trickling onto her hands. your body overcame your thoughts, and you pushed out — releasing a gush of watery, squirt all over the place. spurting out, imitating a fountain.

ellie pulled her hands out of you, and brought them to her mouth, sucking and licking them clean. still coming down from the high that was your orgasm, your breaths came out heavy and unlabored, a tear falling down out of the corner of your eye and streaming down your cheek.

“you alright, babe?” ellie asked, fixing your panties and pulling your dress down.

“y-yea, i’m okay,” you stutter, standing up and exiting the photo booth, finding the boardwalk still deserted. legs still shaking, you trip over your own feet and lean on the walls of the booth for support. ellie took hold of your waist, ensuring you don’t fall.

“hey, look, our picture,” she points out, taking the strip out from the slot and showing the black and white photo to you.

ellie smiles at the strip, “we look good, huh?”

you nod, still simmering down. ellie takes notice of your state and plants a kiss to your lips, rubbing your waist soothingly.

“how ‘bout we get outta here and get some real food? sound good, baby?”

you nod, smiling, “sounds perfect.”

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#ellie williams #ellie tlou #ellie williams tlou #the last of us #the last of us ellie #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie x reader #tlou #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams angst

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solarpunkani · 10 months

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hi would like to make this clear that this is gonna be an unhinged rant about my college classes.

For context, one of my classes is a semester-long group project (hell) and I pitched the idea of solar powered community fridges to my group and we rolled with it. Here's a post i made on it previously. We don't have to make the fridges themselves, basically just talk about the problem our concept addresses (food insecurity in this case) and how we think this concept would work and how, in a hypothetical reality where we made it real, we would test to see if it worked.

Anyways we had to post the rough draft of our presentations so people in other groups could see what we were doing and comment on them with their thoughts and all. Yknow. Classic 'college class discussion board have to reply to at least one project with quality feedback' stuff. And

Man.

I am so frustrated.

Highlights:

My group keeps insisting that we should have an app for the solar fridges. I don't know why they think app design needs to fit into community fridges but they put it into the draft posted to the forum.

In this case they proposed the app would be kinda like Instacart? Where people who want to donate to the fridges but don't have groceries on them and don't feel like going to get groceries can put in money and then people will then go buy the groceries to put in the fridge. Or use the funds to help with fridge maintenance. And the fridges would have 'QR codes, links, etc. to connect community members for the common cause of helping tackle food insecurity in the community.'

Lots of the comments were pretty good! People liked the idea. There were some concerns about insulation and keeping things cool with low energy cost (the program is online but the college itself is in Georgia USA so many people are in Georgia) but yknow.

But the frustrating part to me I guess is that a lot of people seem convinced that people would use the fridges 'unfairly' and that we'd need to find a way to restrict how much food people can take out or how many times they can use it or something. Which frankly in my opinion defeats the purpose of it being a community fridge. Here are some examples of things people have said so far (comments are due tomorrow evening but I'm mad now so I'm venting now):

One student said "How will you know if the pantry is being utilized fairly?" and "How will the app work? In a dream world, this might be a way to help with tracking and accountability. (Just a thought…) Maybe folks would need to sign up on the app, they get a code… and the fridge acts as a sort of vending machine to deliver what they need. This would give you data to measure success. :)"

Which. I just. This feels completely antithetical to the purpose of a community fridge??? Or a community anything???? Little free pantries and little free libraries don't operate on a 'you get a code to access it once' vending machine basis?? We even mentioned community farm stalls/community pantries in the draft write up! And showed examples!

Another student said "Great thoughts. I am concerned about one person taking all the food for themselves. It might be a great idea to have them in an enclosed area with access control through the app that would log and lock out people who are overusing the resource. Perhaps a barcode could be added to Apple Wallet to track each individual's arrival? Possibly having a mechanized lock and opening mechanism that would only allow each fridge to be open for a specific time before automatically closing and locking? Each scan would only allow access once each 24-48 hour period, preventing "password sharing.""

I cannot emphasize enough that this is the comment that has brought me here today because with all due respect what the flying fuck do you think is the point of a community fridge! I'm already prickly about the idea of limiting access to the fridge itself to only people with cellphones, but to this degree?! Like maybe its because I'm the one who came up with the concept and I care about terms like 'mutual aid' and 'community building' and 'judgement free accessibility to food' but have these people not heard of the concept of helping people?!?! With no strings attached?!? If someone takes all the contents of a community fridge or pantry--which, seriously, how likely is that--they're probably hungry and need it! The concept of putting community resources behind a lock and limiting accessibility is just repulsive to me???

Like someone else commented with this excellent point--"As several have addressed above, I am also wondering how would you monitor use? If you use the simplicity of the honor system, it could easily be taken advantage of. However, I feel like if you were to create some sort of access code, how is it to say that they people needing the use of the fridge will have access to the necessary technology to get the code? It's a tricky situation to think about." For the purposes of this hypothetical assignment where we'd need to track how many people are using the fridges? Yeah I guess we'd need to be able to track how many people use it and when. But in reality??? In real life reality where people are living and struggling and hungry??? I just don't really give a shit!! Helping five people is better than helping none, and locking access behind technology everyone pretends is universal but really isn't is not the way to help!

And of course one of my groupmates is already commenting on all these posts like 'oh! I really like the idea of restricting access to a code! :)' even when someone said 'hey my family struggled with food insecurity when I was a kid and I think this would be helpful but not if you could only access it with an app some of the most vulnerable citizens wouldn't be able to access it I wouldn't have been able to access it' my groupmate was still like 'oh but that wouldn't be a problem today now would it? :) Maybe we should make a way to get a code without downloading the app :)' like maybe there shouldn't be an access code in the first place?!?!

Like am I crazy or like. What the fuck. Again I am here so I don't blow up on a bunch of masters students in a discussion post but like UGH

"you gotta be able to gague if the people who're using it are the people who actually need it" food insecurity can look so many different ways for so many different reasons and you can't always judge by appearances and income levels who is struggling to feed themselves or their families!! There are people who have nice jobs who are struggling because they're caring for sick family members or kids or dealing with student loans or ANYTHING! There are people with nice clothes who are trying to decide between buying groceries and paying rent! There are people living in their cars or couch surfing looking for jobs who also happen to own an XBox or a Laptop!!! "Sorry you can't access the community fridge because you don't look poor and needy enough to me. but if you do, good news--you can only use it once every 48 hours so make it last!" Bullshit utter bullshit.

I talk to people in my life about things like community fridges and little free pantries and mutual aid and the like and people are always like 'ok but theres gotta be strings attatched' BUT ACTUALLY NO THERE DON'T GOTTA!!! Maybe we could change how we view our fellow human beings and stop assuming that everyone around you are greedy little demons looking to ruin everything good and that you are the only holy and righteous saint on the streets who understands the concept of 'community resources' and 'sharing' maybe??? It's like that post about community fruit trees where people are like 'oh but what if people steal all the fruit' like HELLO? how do you STEAL a PUBLICALLY ACCESSIBLE RESOURCE

I'm tired of this goddamn class I'm tired of this goddamn group project if anyone actually has the ability to make a solar powered community fridge you have to promise to keep it accessible and not put it behind locks and QR codes and limited access and facial tracking BS promise me promise me promise me

#out of queue #community fridge #i am going to go INSANE this class is driving me INSANE have yall not HEARD OF ACCESSIBILITY #AND COMMUNITY RESOURCES????#ani rambles #solarpunkani is solarpunkangy

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noroi1000 · 11 months

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Can request of Gojo and Geto propose marriage to y/n. And I want to see the entire process from the engagement to the honeymoon and is your option if they move in together after or before.

Rings on fingers

Paring: Husband Gojo x wife reader x Husband Geto

words:5k

Warnings: NSFW (oral sex, anal sex), pervert Gojo

Summary: Your boys have arranged a very nice evening for you. You didn't expect there was more to it. You didn't know until they got down on their knees in front of you with the box in their hand.

The last thing you expected was your boyfriends asking you out on a fancy date.

You already had trouble choosing clothes to go to such a thing, but you managed.

They thought you looked beautiful.

And they looked really handsome in their black suits, too.

You wondered why Satoru wanted to go on such a dry date so much, when he always preferred to go to a restaurant to eat all those spiced and delicious treats that you can eat while you go. He loved food that he could get quickly and then eat. Even better when it's really tasty.

Suguru did not like large groups of people, as he was easily annoyed by the chaos and noise caused by people. And he hated jostling, too.

Therefore, for him, home-cooked food was the best, or ordering something. But he did not disdain going out to restaurants.

Besides, where they took you was beyond your expectations.

You didn't even know where you were going.

However, you were satisfied, regardless of the price they paid to get there.

It was very pleasant for you to watch how they, handsome-looking men smiled at you all the time.

Satoru with his bangs slightly swept to the side to make him look more combed. His narrow rectangular glasses on his nose as he looked at you with a smile.

Suguru with his man bun made of bangs and long black hair on his back.

Could they have looked prettier?

They dragged you to the observation deck when it was just you.

And suddenly Satoru stood in front of you, pressing your hips against the fence behind you.

He kissed you passionately. But that didn't make him forget that there was another man here who, seeing this, also became thirsty for your lips.

When the white-haired man pulled away, he let his friend do the same to you.

"Don't be shy. There's no one here but us." He said in your ear as he hugged you.

"I know. But I'm not used to us kissing in a place like this." You said, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Besides, is there any special occasion that you brought me here?"

They were quiet and smiled slightly at you.

"I don't remember today being December 7th or February 3rd being your birthday. Also, today is not my birthday either. If it's our relationship anniversary, I'm sorry... I forgot..."

"That's not it, baby." Satoru placed his fingers on your cheek, running his fingers over your skin.

"So what is it? something special? Should I prepare something too?" You asked. You were sad that you forgot something. After all, they prepared for you so much and you don't even know what occasion.

Or was there no chance at all?

You should be used to them spending money on unexpected things they want to do.

This is mostly what Satoru does, who is able to buy anything he thought he would like.

Also when it comes to grocery shopping.

In fact, this is the case with all your purchases.

However, there has never been a time when they have done so much for you.

You never wanted them to buy everything for you out of boredom. It was nice, but the simplest days with them were also like that.

However, that wasn't enough for them.

They wanted their girlfriend around all the time.

Because now you were their girlfriend. Both of them.

They've always wanted more.

"You shouldn't prepare anything." Suguru said as he pulled away from you.

"Everything that needed preparation is already prepared. You don't have to worry about that." Satoru added. "There's only one thing left for us to prepare."

"What?"

Suddenly you saw them both kneeling in front of you on one knee.

"We need to prepare something to be on your hand. Prepare our future together." Suguru said as he showed you the black shiny box that had been in his pants pocket before.

You stared at them with wide eyes.

"Will you be our wife?"

You looked at Satoru who said those words.

When you didn't answer, he started to smile.

"I wish I could call you wifey." He chuckled closing his eyes charmingly.

"You can't be serious. This is your next prank, right?"

"You think I'd play pranks on you? I know Satoru once proposed to you with an onion ring, but I'm not like him." The dark haired man laughed, opening the box in front of you.

Satoru's hands gripped yours.

"We didn't know if we should buy you two engagement rings or this one will be enough... But after all you are to be our wife..." He sent you a warm smile.

"You planned this from the beginning, didn't you?" muttered quietly.

"It's hard to create an ideal situation where neither of us feel awkward. And Satoru wanted it to be special."

"So what's the answer?"

The white-haired man's hand grabbed the ring in the box, and he pulled it out.

If he accidentally drops it, he would be able to use all his techniques to catch it.

You looked to the side, but Suguru's hand tugging yours lightly made you look at him.

A small, kind smile on his handsome face.

"I'll ask again, baby. Will you be our wife?"

At this moment, a cool precious metal has been slid onto your finger.

Decorating your hand.

One ring symbolizing that there will be rings on your fingers that will connect you as more than boys and girls.

Your happiness with them will never end.

Because they want to continue being with you. May you always be together. As they are used to it. To never lose you. To never be apart. To always believe in yourself and trust that you are in your space. Side by side, in love. Ensuring that no one will take away this connection from you.

Life in marriage will be different for you than you have lived before.

But it will be just as happy.

You will be closer.

You will wake up in the same bed as you wake up together every day.

You will fall asleep in each other's arms.

You will spend time together.

Do everything together.

Live together.

As it was before.

However, with one big difference.

You will no longer be their girlfriend.

You will be their wife.

Everything will be the same.

But also everything will change so much.

A passage that turns to create a completely different road.

However, walking after that, you still feel the same.

However, there will be one change.

Rings will appear on your fingers.

"At 12am we go to choose decorations. At 4p.m. we have a cake tasting. And later..." said Suguru, standing at the table as he flicked through his phone where he had written appointments. "Why should we taste cakes? Can't we just pick our favorite?"

"I want to eat cake." Satoru laughed as he laid his head on your lap.

You were sitting on the couch with him. Well, now he was on the couch using your thighs as a pillow.

"We can buy a cake if you want."

"Each of us has a different taste. So I thought a cake tasting would be the perfect thing!" He said happily. "Each of us will choose our favorite. Maybe we can buy three?"

"Admit that you want to go there to eat cakes of various flavors with impunity." You patted his head smiling.

"A bit like that. I'm curious how they will taste. Besides, I want the best cake at my wedding. That's why I want to taste it, not choose blindly."

"...Fine." Your second fiancé muttered, looking further into his phone. "Tomorrow, the restaurant's food choices, as well as the guest list... Ugh..."

"I've booked a visit to the clothing store for the wedding." Your fiancé, who was lying on top of you, spoke up.

"When?"

"When did I order or when is it?"

"both."

"I called there yesterday and the deadline is after tomorrow."

"Okay, at least that won't be a problem. (y/n), do you want Shoko and the others to come with you? To help you choose?"

"I thought you'd come with me. Of course I would like the bridesmaids to be there when choosing a dress, especially since Mei really wanted it. But I would prefer you. This is going to be our wedding, so you guys help me choose." You gave him a small smile.

You looked at your hand with your engagement ring on it. The hand that was on the head of one of your fiancées.

"How about the suits for us, Satoru?"

"The same shop."

"Fine. What time?"

"1pm."

"It suits."

"Preparing to leave?" He asked.

The dark haired man looked at the white haired man.

He looked at the clock.

he sighed.

"Yeah... We're about to go. How I don't like spending all day in the city..."

Once you managed to get out from under Satoru, you walked over to him, wrapping the ends of his hair around your fingers.

"Don't worry. In a few days, these preparations will be over." You cuddled up to his arm.

Suddenly, he gently grabbed your jaw and his face appeared in front of yours.

Lips separated from yours by a thin space.

"You'll be my wife soon. In a few days this pretty face will be smiling as she stands in her dress to say "my husband" to me..."

"You forgot about me?"

Satoru suddenly appeared next to you, who was just as close to you.

His cheek touched yours.

Suguru's lips connected to yours and Satoru unexpectedly joined his. Which surprised both of you.

"what? We will have a wedding. How are you going to kiss without me?" He laughed.

Laughing softly with a small blush, you grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into a kiss.

To do the same with both of them later.

Satoru was kissing the right side of your mouth while Suguru was kissing the left side as well. And you too, you tried to kiss them properly.

Even though it was a bit difficult. But it was nice and fun to try.

You knew it would. You couldn't decide what you wanted your wedding to look like...

Of course, bright colors were chosen, mostly white with light blue. And the flowers that are supposed to be decorations are purple lilies.

You wanted your wedding to be associated with your future husbands. That's why you wanted these colors.

White and blue tablecloths, dishes and napkins, as well as small elements such as vases, and purple flowers that will be the color of Suguru's eyes. Light, not intense purple.

The lilies were chosen because they liked them.

Not so distinctive ornaments, you didn't mean to just show it off. You didn't want a rush. That's why you chose the best deals that matched it.

Besides, it took you so long that you had to rush to make it to your cake tasting date that Satoru wanted so badly.

It took so long because the company you went to had a very large selection of decorations. As well as different types of tables and chairs.

Your ceremony is supposed to be outdoors anyway, in a large gazebo.

That's why you didn't want something so sophisticated.

Besides, there won't be that many people there. It is for your enjoyment and for those who are close to you.

Suguru was strangely calm as he drove his car through the crowded streets at this hour in Tokyo.

Perhaps because Satoru was sitting in the back seat and you were sitting next to him in the front?

He didn't have to change gear when he was driving, not now, because he was driving at a constant speed the entire time. That's why his hand was placed on your knee.

And Satoru would sometimes reach out to play with your hair.

Tiny acts of tenderness that you couldn't magnify while driving.

When you arrived at the building where you were supposed to eat only cakes, you were immediately taken to a table where an employee gave you tiny pieces of cake prepared for this tasting.

Satoru clearly said that there will be three people, which is why you saw miniature cakes on the table nearby, each with a different flavor. And the worker was dividing it into three parts to give you.

These miniature cakes are cute, but Satoru certainly wouldn't want them. He prefers a big cake.

Especially that these miniatures are a few centimeters long, and they serve only to taste it.

As expected, everyone took turns tasting Satoru.

It was all good, however you had your favourites.

And for Suguru, some were too sweet.

You have different opinions about flavors.

Satoru is addicted to sugar and anything sweet is good for him.

Suguru doesn't mind sweets, but he likes less sweet food more.

They had one thing in common. That Satoru finally said no. And Suguru said he liked one cake, even if it was sweet.

You were all supposed to agree on the cake, so you didn't choose it.

Especially since Satoru was against it, and he will be the main person who will eat this cake.

That's why he didn't like the alcohol-based custard cake.

Suguru didn't care, even if he liked it.

So he didn't mind that his friend rejected it right away.

You ended up being forced to eat more cakes by Satoru because Suguru said he didn't want any more sweet.

That's why his portion was given to the white-haired man who was pushing the cake into you.

Until finally, after a long time of forcing yourself to taste the cake, you chose.

You ended up eating only a small piece and Satoru ate the rest for you.

But when you gave a piece to Suguru to ask him if he agreed, it was over.

Everything else was eaten by Satoru.

And he was pleased.

You chose, ordered a cake for the date, and of course you got an invitation to the food tasting, which will also be here.

You'll go with them here, but there's no way you're going to eat everything. You let them choose.

Because they are your gluttons.

"You were supposed to help me choose..." you groaned as you looked at yourself in the mirror as you stood there in the dress.

They both looked at you but didn't say anything.

They were supposed to help you!

But no, they preferred to stare at your body every time you changed your dress to see what it looked like.

But maybe it would be better to sit here with your bridesmaids and ask them for their opinion...

Because your fiancés are probably too perverted to even say anything. They just prefer to look at you instead of advising you.

"Satoru, I see you looking at my ass..." you muttered knowing how your white haired man's eyes were lower than they should have been.

When he heard that, he laughed.

"Can you help me choose?" You asked with your hands on your hips.

It's starting to annoy you.

Especially because they promised to help you.

You helped them choose suits, but they don't help you choose dresses.

"My eyes are here." He said to both of them as their eyes slid down your body again.

"I can't concentrate..." Suguru muttered, placing his hand over his face.

"Honey, you're constantly undressing and dressing. So don't expect us to think of anything other than you."

"Suguru at least helps him put it on...! And you're a pervert who's just waiting for me to undress and undress."

"I liked the last one." He said as if ignoring you.

"..." You rolled your eyes and put on the one you've been thinking about all along.

You walked over to Suguru to fasten a small zipper on your back.

"So? Do you like this?"

"It's your outfit. We were only supposed to advise you."

"Suguru..." you moaned, feeling his hands massage your shoulders gently.

You looked at Satoru.

"I'm just waiting to see you in it and then take it off you~." He stuck out his tongue. Your white-haired fiancé was acting like a pervert today...

"Satoru –." you growled.

"Shall I help you choose?"

A woman entered.

You all looked at her at once.

"I'm sorry, however there may be an assistant, bridesmaids or fiancé in the fitting room. I wish there weren't two men in the women's room," she said.

"I'm sorry but they are with me to help me."

"Rules are rules. Only the groom could enter this room while the bride is inside."

"We're both grooms." Satoru said, sitting lazily on a soft bench.

The woman looked at you.

"They are. Thank you, but we don't need any more help. We choose this dress." You said, feeling Suguru's hand on your waist.

"Marriage is two people, not three." She said, looking at you. "You can't make jokes about what a wedding is supposed to be like."

"I'm not joking." You said.

"You shouldn't have two grooms. Do you want two husbands? One won't be enough for you?"

"But it-."

"As if you couldn't decide on one of them. The other would make an equally good life. Besides, relationships of this kind are illegal in the country. You can plan, but no one will agree to it. I sell clothes to normal people. So now I should kick you out of here for trying to change the world for you. I don't think they like being here for you."

"I thought you ran this store to make money off people who wanted to buy wedding clothes here. Then why are you so desperate to get rid of customers?"

She looked almost frightened at the dark-haired man towering over her.

"Such people remind people of what they cannot, even though internally they still care about not losing customers." Satoru added, also getting up to stand next to you. "Besides, we dragged her here to choose what she likes."

"Are you sure about this dress?" Suguru asked you.

It was pretty. You really enjoyed it.

But this woman made you lose all confidence in this wedding.

What if she was right?

Are you too selfish? Because you will have two husbands?

Is it selfish?

They've been with you for some time, and they planned everything to make even the proposal beautiful...

You nodded and he placed a kiss on your forehead.

More practical, ignoring the saleswoman, you disguised yourself behind the curtain. And the dress you wanted was packed, and so were their suits.

You were already leaving the store when Satoru decided to annoy the annoying woman.

And also comfort you.

He grabbed your face, arching your head so you were looking up, and put his mouth on yours as he stood behind you.

You tightened your fingers on his sleeves as he held your jaw to keep your head up as he used your height difference to kiss you like that.

He lecherously stuck out his tongue as he took it from your mouth, leaving you with a huge blush.

"I'm so glad you're finally going to be our wife."

You wanted to run when you saw them standing in front of a small, decorated gazebo, dressed the same.

Looking at you with a smile.

People standing nearby, dressed as elegantly as you.

Satoru's students, their friends. Everyone they thought of as someone closer. Your family.

You only felt Shoko pushing you out of the corridor of the building that is intended for this ceremony.

Everyone waiting for you?

How are you supposed to show up there so suddenly...?

There are so many people there...

You want to sit there and cry. You want to go out there, but at the same time you are so afraid.

Because your life will change after all this.

You're afraid you'll do something wrong, and you'll ruin something they've been planning so hard.

From the proposal to this moment. And also already to the honeymoon.

Everything was already planned by them.

Because they knew from the beginning that you would agree to be their wife.

So why are you so scared now?

You are so happy that you want to cry.

However, your fear is justified.

You're afraid to ruin the perfect moment where you'll be closer than you've always been.

They were waiting for you.

"If you're afraid of messing something up, (y/n), Gojo would mess it up more." You looked to the side to see Megumi standing there.

"Did you guess?" you laughed softly.

"Don't cry yet! We didn't try so hard to get the make-up you wanted so that it's all flowing down your face now!" Shoko said, fanning your face with her hand so that nothing gets damaged.

"Sorry." You smiled apologetically.

"Megumi, do they even think that something might go wrong?"

"I'm sure the only setback you'll have at the wedding is if Gojo does something unexpected. In the style of dancing on the table."

You saw his little smile.

You laughed quietly.

"Thank you." You hugged him gently before Shoko dragged you outside.

Where were you in plain sight for them.

Right away, without any warning, they just walked over to you, putting their hands on your back and waist, guiding you.

You had the impression for a moment that they were leading you there so that you wouldn't run away from your nerves...

But at some point you were already standing in front of them, looking at their sparkling eyes.

"I promise I will always be with you."

It all happened almost so naturally.

You don't even know when, but there was a ring on your finger just like theirs.

(For the safety of the psyche of the children who attended your wedding, without a deep kiss.) - Utahime's order.

You'll have time to make up for it over the next few years.

Your face was pressed into them as they hugged you after everything that had happened.

So you can later see Satoru lying on the table after drinking one too many glasses of wine. (He only drank one)

After eating most of the cake that was on the table, and eating what was on your table, they squashed you, holding you between their chests as they danced.

Let Satoru who has had a drink into the place where the music is. I'm sure he'll want to dance with you.

To touch you a little.

But mainly to have you close.

Just as they both wanted.

Because today your life has changed.

Because on your fingers now there are rings binding you by oath.

"Uughhh.... I'm hot...."

"I turned on the air conditioning. Besides, it's not that hot, don't whine. You just finished swimming in the pool." You said, laughing at the sight of one of your husbands lying in boxers on the huge bed.

That they wanted to spend your honeymoon in a luxury hotel, renting one luxury cottage that they had up their sleeve is one thing.

This is an island and your cottage is further away from people.

There aren't that many people here, even though it's so good here.

You are to spend a month in luxury. Pools, hot tubs, food you can't beat, service you want.

And all this while you can spend time together.

He knelt on the bed next to him, and leaned in to kiss his cheek.

"Rest if you feel like it. It's not that hot." You said ruffling his hair.

"I'm still hot." He said keeping his hand on your bare thigh as you walked around in your underwear and bathrobe.

"Would you like some ice cream?" You asked, stroking his arm.

"Put it on my dick."

"NO. I suggest you a normal ice cream." You laughed, trying to avoid the suggestive joke.

You know what he was getting at.

For what every day.

To sex that lasts so long with them.

"I'll be right back." You pecked his lips before getting off the bed. But suddenly you felt a grab on your wrist. Which only meant that he wanted to pull you back into bed.

You gave in and let him do it.

You were lying on his chest as he kissed you, his hands positioning your legs on either side of his hips.

You fumbled with one hand to untie the knot of your bathrobe.

And meanwhile he pulled down your panties to encourage you to take it off.

So you got up for a moment and threw your underwear on the floor.

Same thing happened with your bathrobe.

He spat on his hand and reached behind you, probably smearing his cock with his saliva because moments later he lifted your hips and guided his hand between your legs.

He left the remnants of his saliva on your entrance and smeared some on the head of his cock before pulling your hips down.

He let go of his length, inviting you to fall on top of him.

Holding the base of it, you began to slowly sink into it, letting it stretch you inch by inch deeper.

You held your breath until you put your hips completely on top of him.

Feeling his cock find a nice spot right under your belly. Or even there.

You licked your finger, wetting your clit.

To make it easier to move around when you're wetter.

He needs a lot of slippery to slide into you so smoothly.

That's why you make it so easy for him, and you manage to take him easily. Because with them you always get wet quickly.

But this time he didn't wait. And he pulled you to lie on his chest.

Grabbing your buttocks, he bent his knees to make it very easy for him to move his hips.

And then he gently pulled out of you to push himself inside just as gently.

He repeated very gentle and nice movements until he felt you tremble. And also his dick entered you very easily.

Then, unexpectedly, he thrust upwards, slamming hard against your hips. To get the sound out of your mouth.

He began to accelerate, without fear of whether you could take him.

You are always so wonderful and you take it so well.

His wonderful wife.

Yes, you did it well.

He was smiling with a tiny blush on his cheeks from the fall that now reigned over your skins.

He didn't let you move on your own. He knew what your body needed and how it needed to move.

And thrusting deep into you always worked to get the sweetest moans out of you.

"Are you having fun without me? Geez... I only came in for a second to come back and see you fucking our wife." He laughed.

You looked over at Sugeru who was standing in the doorway in his looser camisole.

"You're back!" Satoru sang. "Her pussy is so eager you know? Just like on her wedding night!"

"Really? Let me check it out."

He came up behind you and took off his shirt.

He also unhooked your bra by the way.

He lifted your hips until his friend's cock fell out of your wet hole.

All wet with your juices.

"Really. Such a good girl. We have such a lovely wife." he laughed before guiding his cock into your quivering hole and pushing your hips down so that you lay down on Satoru's chest, lower half of your body stuffed.

Taking off his shorts, Geto tugged at his friend's ankles to lower him onto the bed. Just to have more headroom.

"You could have said I would have moved myself." He laughed.

"You've got a dick in her, so I doubt you'd do it." he replied.

He walked over to one side of him, and knelt down so your face was tall enough for him.

"We could have turned her around." The white haired man said with a smile as he intentionally thrust himself into you hard to make you let out sweet moans.

"There's no need to. Besides, you like to watch her suck cock anyway."

Your hand grabbed his cock without asking and you started stroking it to harden it.

Enduring pleasurable torture over your hole.

When you got tired of moaning into Satoru's chest, you put Suguru's broad tip in your mouth to gag yourself a bit. And you let him push your hips gently back and forth, pinching your lips as you sucked on him.

You held the rest in your hand.

"I said you like to watch her suck dick."

"I have nothing else to look at. Besides, it's hot." He said, still ramming into your poor pussy which is going to be sore after all the honeymoon you're having.

You looked at your hand with the ring holding its base.

It looked so lascivious because that ring was new and you were already holding a dick in your hand.

You suddenly pulled it out of your mouth, staring at it as your mouth was connected to it by saliva.

"Suguru, fuck me?" You asked innocently, and leaned in to stick your ass out to him.

"How can I refuse my wife when she asks so sweetly?" He asked with a smile.

He walked around you and positioned himself between his friend's knees.

He wasn't sure if you wanted him to go inside your pussy too, or if you wanted him to go up your ass.

As he understood it, so he did.

Besides, he didn't want to force himself inside your little pussy to rip you apart.

You're not ready for this yet. But you will be. And one day they will both fuck you in the pussy.

Dripping his fingers, he inserted one into you and then the other, stretching you out.

There's a reason you left so much saliva on it.

But he spat on your ass anyway, spreading your buttocks, and put a drop of his saliva inside you with the tip. Deep inside you slowly. By listening to your body's reactions.

But your legs spread even more on either side of Satoru's body.

Your body fell softly against him, lying motionless. Trembling as they overstretch you.

You are the only one for your two husbands with big dicks.

His hand stroked your back reassuringly, and the other reached between your stomach and Satoru's. And he found a quick way to your clitoris to rub his fingers on you.

The first ascent is always the hardest. He made your journey through the first stretching enjoyable. Even though you might have gotten used to it the last time you had sex with them.

You have three holes and you take two dicks. In fact, they were surprised that you agreed so easily to let one of them penetrate your ass.

But it was just as nice with them as if they were fucking your pussy.

Weird, but just as fun.

When he reached the end, he moved the tip of the bundle of nerves that made your toes curl up. And you came with a soft whine on Gojo's shoulder.

Soaking the length of your white haired lover with a small stream of your juices flowing out of you.

"She likes it... Yeah, baby?" He kissed your forehead. "You're doing well. It's nice, isn't it?"

"...Move..." you groaned, letting out shuddering moans as they simultaneously backed away and slammed into your body at the same time.

And the coolness of the rings on their fingers as they held your body was so nice.

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SEVENTEEN AS YOUR OLDER BROTHERS

genre: fluff, humor, banter(i tried) warnings: cursing, playful sibling banter wc: 910ish a/n: thank you anon! and please reblog if you enjoyed, feedback is always appreciated✿

seungcheol

he would fit well into the caring and protective older brother type. takes you out to eat all the tasty food he had with members. also classic in asian big brother fashion he would tease you to the point where you are pulling at your hair in frustration, but the moment someone else tries to talk shit about you! OH! he is throwing hands

jeonghan

the type of brother who eats the ramen you cooked for yourself (true beauty han seojun reference) he would make a fuss about you sitting in your room with a BOY. "he is not my boyfriend!" "then come out and sit in the living room you idiot" definitely the one who suggested the open-door policy

joshua

he could compete with your parents on who could spoil you more. buys you all sorts of gifts and sweets when he's on tour. like literally, homeboy had to buy another suitcase just so he could fit everything he bought. he gives you advice when you need it and even when you don't need it, and supports you in anything you do.

junhui

the type of brother who cried on all your graduation days yes, even elementary. growing up in different countries, he would be the type to ask you, how your school work was going and if you were keeping up with your studies with tears streaming down both of your faces. the type to send you gifts for scoring good marks in your weaker subjects

hoshi

he is the older brother who acts more like the maknae of the family. you would have to constantly remind him about putting his clothes in the laundry basket and might even have to stay up late because he forgot his project was due the next day. you would love your brother to bits but he will annoy the living shit out of you

wonwoo

he is very laid-back and easy to talk to. You could tell him all your secrets, and he would give you advice. is tired of deleting 139904 pics of you in the same pose off his phone and makes sure you can hear him whine about it but makes sure that he backs up about 3 of them

woozi

woozi is protective, but he also gives you your space and lets you make your own decisions. lots and lotsss of stupid arguments and silent treatments. definitely the type to take the blame if your parents were mad at you. if something was going wrong at home he would be over straight away, even if his schedule was packed.

dokyeom

another fake older brother spotted. he would probably embarrass you in front of the guys you like, just a little, and just for fun because he would never approve of anyone you ever bring back home. he knows that you look up to him, and this is what pushes him to keep going. the type of brother to wake you up by creating a ruckus and running around playing the sogo.

mingyu

we all know how mingyu and his younger sister talk to each other, that's just the way it is all the time. CURSE WORDS, CURSE WORDS, AND CURSE WORDS flying all across the house, across the table EVERYWHERE. but the moment someone tries to talk shit about you, mingyu is gonna make sure those are the last words coming out of their mouths

the8

the most chill brother of them all, still quite protective but knows that you can protect yourself, but is there in the back just in case. growing up apart made him cherish you so much more. showering you with gifts, giving you princess treatment cuz you are his little princess. saved up his breakfast money in elementary school to buy you the bubble machine for your birthday.

seungkwan

he would be wholesome and annoying at the same time as a brother. always interested in your business, "who are you talking to?" "you shouldn't talk to her i heard she's a bitch. Yeah". he loves to GOSSIP. if you both were in the same school, he would tell you all the gossip. he would also tail you to your class and would be waiting outside afterward so that you both could continue your argument.

vernon

cannot argue with you for the love of god because you understand each other too well. but whenever you argue it is about the pettiest things. "how DARE you eat the last slice it was mine". literally scares off every boyfriend you have ever had. holds you and pats your back when things get overwhelming. also the brother who convinces your parents for anything you want

dino

this boy nags you more than your parents. "look at your watch. what time is it huh? don't you see it is dark outside? when were you planning on coming home if i hadn't called you?" the only way he stops is when you throw a pillow right at his face. the type of brother to change your wallpaper to scare you. fighting him is like fighting a wall both verbally and physically. cuz this man is built like a wall and when he knows it is indeed his fault he just closes his door and refuses to listen. makes up by getting you mc donalds.

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delusionalwriter02 · 3 months

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Heyy I saw you made an Insta as Dazai's GF....and I loved it! And well I would like to ask if you could do one of Ranpo too I would love to see one....!!!

Insta as Ranpo's GF

a/n : Hello! Thank you so much for your kind words and for your request <3

<3 liked by Daze_i, Yosanurgirl and 89 others.

Yn_theoneandonly : He eats like it's the first time in 26 years

Daze_i : How much did it cost you ?

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : Way too much

Ranthebestpo : Sugar you can't blame me!! Everything seemed so yummy

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : I'm not blaming you, I'm stating a fact. Boss needs to pay me more

↳ KunikiDA : Why are you the one paying ?

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : He never has any money, NEVER

↳ Ranthebestpo : Money comes and go

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : Then make it stay

<3 liker by Atsushiii, JuNichiRO and 78 others.

Yn_theoneandonly : Looking like a cute little potato

JuNichiRo : What does this guy do apart from sleep and eat?

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : Solving cases, being annoying, the reason why i'm poor

↳ Atsushiii : Great description

Ranthebestpo : I ain't A potato, I'm the BEST

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : Of course love, of course

↳ KunikiDA : Poe left a book for you Ranpo.

↳ Ranthebestpo : OH REALLY ??? I'M COMING

Yosanurgirl : Want to take my photos ? Yours always come out soooo great

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : Of course girl, tell me when

↳ Yosanurgirl : Thanks love, i'll tell you

↳ Daze_i : RANPOOOO YN IS CHEATING ON YOU WITH YOSANO

↳ Yosanurgirl : Shut up moron

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Yn_theoneandonly : Mad it was a normal book

Ranthebestpo : IT'S JUST NOT FAIR, I WANTED MYSTERY

↳ p0e : But it was a mystery book

↳ Ranthebestpo : I WANTED THE MAGICAL MYSTERY BOOK

↳ p0e : next time

↳ Daze_i : crybaby

Atsushiii : Are you at the agency ? Ranpo was supposed to meet me 30min ago for the mission

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : Don't worry he's coming, right love ? @.Ranthebestpo

↳ Ranthebestpo : Don't want to

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : You want to go otherwise I'm not buying you food

↳ Ranthebestpo : Coming Atsushi

↳ Daze_i : You're such a simp

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Yn_theoneandonly : Cooking date night

Ranthebestpo : You're the best cook

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : Thank you love

Daze_i : Can I have the leftovers ?

↳ KunikiDA : You're delusionnal if you think they're going to be leftovers.

↳ Atsushiii : Let him dream

↳ Daze_i : Calm down street boy, I pay for your food all of the time

↳ KunikiDA : Excuse me ? I PAY for BOTH of your food all the time.

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : I'll make more for you two

↳ Ranthebestpo : EXCUSE ME ?????? No you ain't cooking for the idiots

↳ Daze_i : You're the best Yn, always knew it

↳ Ranthebestpo : AINT NO WAY MY GF IS COOKING FOR THE MANIAC

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : Calm down love, I was just joking

↳ Atsushiii : WHAT

Yosanurgirl : Since when is Ranpo even capable of cooking ?

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : He can't but he's trying

↳ Yosanurgirl : You're brave girl, don't let him ruin your incredible skill

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : And I'm making a portion for you now

↳ Daze_i : WHY HER AND NOT ME ????????

↳ Yosanurgirl : Bestfriend privilege

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : Exactly

Hey! This was made super fast but i'm happy with it haha, thank you so much for your request and hope you like it !

See you <3

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ssparksflyy · 5 months

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piper mclean dating hcs !

pairing : piper mclean x gn!reader warnings : grammar and speling mistakes, cursing ( whoops ! ) a/n : ty soooo much for all the love on my percy hcs <3 im currently working on a small annabeth fic that i keep putting off.. yikes. i want to try and update atleast once each week, but pls forgive mee, my family's got a busy schedule, and finals r coming up </3 also IK IK piper's aesthetic isn't too beach-y, but, i adore aphrodite's semi-connection with the ocean so pls forgive me (again, wow second time in one a/n)

piper mclean ily pls marry me

piper is SUCH a sweetie to u <33

that sounded weird- sweetie? is it sweetie? idk

this girl LOVES to spoil u

we all know she's loaded af bcs of her dad

and girlie just adores spending money on things she loves

( aka you )

piper doesn't gaf about the thousands of times you've told her that it really wasn't necessary, and she didn't have to get you anything

she'll do it anyway cause she knows you'll give her a big ol' kiss right after <33

of course, piper'll buy you things that she knows you like or have had you eye on

but she'll also buy you things that'll remind you of her

allow me to explain

say, you don't like hello kitty / it just isn't something you pay attention to

( everybody moved on, i stayed there. page 5. annabeth's pov. mark of athena. "today she was dressed in tattered jeans, worn out sneakers, and a white tank top with pink hello kitty designs." dont play w me )

anyway, say you don't like hello kitty, piper'll still buy you like a tiny plushie or keychain that u can carry wherever, and it'll remind you of her

she also buys herself things that u like, so she can also get reminded of u !

speaking of buying things, piper has all of your favorite colors ( ur lying if u say u only have one ), favorite snacks, fast food orders, and alllll of your preferences down and memorized in her brain

but just in case she also has them down on a small notepad she carries in her bag

movin on, piper adores kissing you omg

she's always peppering you face with quick little kisses

nd then when she stops, she'll just stand there, leaning her cheek towards you bcs she wants kisses too

piper'll kiss you at the most random times

lets be real this girl does not give 2 fucks about pda, she's with her #1, got a problem with it?

so she'll just sneak up behind you, spin you around nd give u a kiss

she's so cute i love her

now

say you were a little nervous about dating piper, bcs yk, many children of aphrodite want their rite of passage, nd she can charmspeak

piper will literally do anything it take for u to trust her completely

i don't think she'd exactly be hurt if u didn't trust her completely in the beginning of your relationship, like, she gets it, but she'd still want to try and solve that asap

she'd literally never use her charmspeak on you unless she HAS to

like say you were gonna do something really stupid that could hurt you

example a : stealing a blue cookie from percy

( idfk bro )

girl would tell you to either put it back or dispose of all evidence befor eyou get smacked in the face with a hurricane

she's js looking out for u ya know

piper's hav hobby is spending time with you

if you tell her that's not a hobby she'll straight up pull out her claim evidence and reasoning

( can u tell english is kicking my ass rn )

she loves cuddling in the aphrodite cabin, as a way to be like "HAH yall wish you could have thisss" to her jerk siblings *cough* DREW

piper likes trying different things, i feel like she'd be really crafty ngl

like she'll LOVE making matching frinedship bracelets for u

and im talking like NICE ones like she's got soo many beads omg

js an example ^^

and ofc she'll want to teach u how to make fancy wavy ones yk

her love language is definitely quality time fight me

in summary, if ur looking for a hot, adorable, trustworthy, affectionate, caring, sweet, spoils u, mrs. treat ! you ! right! , piper's the one for youuuuu !!

a/n pt. 2 : hii! hope u enjoyed this but omg i feel like its kinda short and all i did was ramble abt random stuff in this one ahhh srry

ALSO tumblr WHY won't you let me do a little heart like how much pain would it CAUSE YOU someone make a petition pls

once again, lmk if u want a part 2 to this! currently working on an annabeth fic but after that i think i'll cook up some more percy hcs

speaking of percy, once again again, TYSM for all the love on that, tbh, i thought it was gonna flop but then tumblr was all like "holy moly ssparksflyy! you've reached 100 likes!" and i was like WHAT anyway ilysm and ty for listening to me yap <3

thats all for now! wishing u a wonderful day / night !

peace from manhattan,

percy jackson

#percy jackson #piper mclean #piper mclean x reader #pjo #percy jackson x reader #hoo x reader #heroes of olympus x reader #piper mclean hcs #by bells ♡⋆ ࣪.

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ladyyatexel · 8 months

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Friends, Romans, Tumblrites, lend me your reblogs.

I'm Xel and I live in a society! I think there's a solid chance you do also! So you may relate to the profoundly crappy thing that happened to me and that I once again need a community assist.

I lost a temporary job that was supposed to turn into a permanent job in June because no one there felt safe enough to retire. Only two of us in the apartment were under 50. One of the crew was over 70. Three were chronically ill/disabled. No one felt safe enough to leave in order for me to stay, so I was trained for basically 6 months for nothing.

I have survived on savings from that job until this point, but I'm at the point where I cannot pay rent. I'm looking into getting help from sources more local to me but the internet has always felt like people who cared about me more than the people I share DNA with, really.

Many of the social services that I was signed up for expired the day that I was supposed to be told that I would be a permanent hire, and since that didn't go down, now I have to start it all again from the beginning, and there are gaps in my security net.

I tell you all of that just to say that I am actually trying to do things, I'm not here to just beg and coast along on some sort of lavish lifestyle where I, uh. Keep living in this dodgy apartment with my cat.

I don't want to bore you with an itemized list, but like 2,000 US dollars would get me through September and October without being worried about it like every 3 minutes. My rent is 700 and change, if you would like to know that. So I'm looking for like September and October rent and money to renew my driver's license, pay a few utility bills, buy a bag of cat food, and refill my medications.

If you have the notion to toss help at an internet pal or the extended reblogged acquaintance of an Internet pal, as is more likely the case, probably, that would be super rad of you.

I'm an artist! You could get things with images on them from me! I sell buttons, prints, and commissioned illustrations if that's your thing. My commissions are going a bit slow as of late - I only recovered from being not really able to walk like 2 months ago, and so I'm doing a lot of catch up like everywhere else in my whole life and trying not to spend too much time at a desk since it aggravates the spine thing that was the problem in the first place.

To be honest, it would be a greater help to me to just receive some Aid rather than full-on commissions, but I completely understand feeling fishy about people getting something for nothing and also feeling bad for being a charity case on the internet, so I'm not opposed! If you want to chat about that, I have a commissions post on the side or top of my blog depending on where you're looking at this!

Ko-fi contains my buttons and is a good place to toss digital dead American presidents if that suits you. I will get hit by some PayPal fees in this process but, I'm willing to call that a call for help on the internet tax.

I promise I'm a real person and not a bot who has made up a cat and is pretending to have interests. My blog has been here since 2010! I've met people on this website in person and everything. I've had embarrassing obsessions no bot would bother coming up with. Speaking of:

Similarly to times before, I would like to be able to do something in order to feel like I have earned some kind of support, and as of my birthday last week I have resolved to try very hard in the next year to conquer my fear and absolute mortification about many of the things I make, so I will once again go digging into my archives for things I can post for you to enjoy as thanks and tribute! I also have a poll running right now to see what kind of buttons people want!

Thanks for taking a look! Be nice out there, take care of your spines!

#help #assistance #donations #commissions #help out your local weirdo with the worst luck imaginable!

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heathersdesk · 1 month

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So I don't know how much of a reputation the Church has for food storage and emergency preparedness anymore. We used to(?) have prepper levels of infrastructure people could buy to store all kinds of food and water in their basements and doom bunkers, with lessons and messaging to back it up. But I haven't heard anything about it in over a decade.

That said, there is one thing I have always found to be super important. It doesn't really cost anything and pretty much anyone can do it regardless of their money, time, or space constraints. And for the most likely emergencies a person will encounter, it's the thing you'd need first/most.

Water.

Whether you get cases or gallons of water from the store, wash out and refill some two liters, or keep a couple of filled pitchers or spare water bottles in the fridge, have some excess water you can access just in case.

"Emergency preparedness" conjures mental images of zombies and dystopic societal collapse. What it should conjure instead are things like busted pipes and power outages, job losses and injuries, adverse weather and illness. You know, things that will probably actually happen to you at some point.

The only time I've ever had to use my water storage was in college when the pipes downstairs busted and flooded the lower apartments. We didn't have water for days. Everyone made fun of my water storage until it came time to brush their teeth and they needed some of that water. And of course I shared. That's what it was there for, and I had more than enough set aside for each of us.

All this to say: emergency preparedness is a useful way to think about more than just catastrophic societal failures. It's also things like having an In Case of Divorce fund, wearing a medical alert bracelet, and forming a support network of who would take care of you if you suddenly had to have a tooth pulled. The common, stupid stuff that makes life overwhelming but isn't going to kill you.

Emergency preparedness means having that kind of stuff in place ahead of time.

#mormon #lds #mormonism #tumblrstake #the church of jesus christ of latter day saints #queerstake

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selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs · 7 months

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We will protect you. Part I

Self-Aware! BSD Characters x GN! Reader

Description: There is a tradition in your University. For eight days they will hold a Charity Fair. Many people from different cites will visit the Fair. Your job during the Charity Fair is working in a café.

Charity Fair supposed to be a happy event. But not for you.

Because, you are sure, that you have a stalker. Every year during Charity Fair, you feel like you are being watched. Moreover, last year, someone try to break into your apartment.

What's making it worse, it's the fact, that no one believes you. Until this year. Because BSD Cast believe you.

Thankfully for you, and unfortunately for the stalker, this year, you will have a whole gang of protectors.

Protective BSD Characters. Nikolai speaks Ukrainian when he is angry. Fyodor speaks Russian. Annie from Annie's room is adorable.

Warning: Stalking. People don't believe the Reader was stalked. Victim blaming. Reader was attacked. Breaking in. English is my second language.

A/N: At first, I thought that it will be a oneshot, but, this 'prologue' part turned out longer, that I thought. So, there will be a second part with BSD Characters dealing with the stalker.

Part II

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You felt like you were being watched.

At first, you hopped, that you were tired because of all books you has to read for university. Simple case of overworked tried student. Normal situation, right? Thousands of tired students before you, and millions of tired students will come.

Still, you hurry to the university. No need to stay in the middle of the street to look around. You weren't followed... You weren't...

It's not like you forgot when it will happen...

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Decorations. Flyers. Banners.

And thus cursed words.

You looked at one of the banners.

"Annual Charity Fair"

And the stage. Bunch of students standing before the stage. Spokesperson on the stage. And announcement.

"Charity Fair will start in a three days! I hope, everyone will have fun! Let's do our best!"

Students cheered. Students clapped.

You feel like your blood turned into ice. Charity Fair... Again... How can you forget about it...

Other students were happy. Everyone likes Charity Fair. Because it means an eight-day holiday. No more essays, lectures and tests. You can get good marks for simply working for a few hours.

Every year your university held a Charity Fair.

Students and professors will organize stands, kiosks, food stalls and different games to raise money for charity. Also, university café will open to everyone and visitors could buy pastries, coffee and have a little break in a nice café.

The Charity Fair is really popular. People outside the city knew about it.

Soon, there will be people from different cites. Going around campus. Visiting the fair.

They will return again...

You were standing there, looking at the floor. Breathing, blinking, unmoving.

You were suffocating. There were no tears, no sobs. But you want to scream so hard, you want to curl on the ground and disappear. You want the whole world to disappear.

The shove on the back that caused you almost fall down bring you back to reality. You looked at the person, who shoved you.

Merlyn Bourke, student, just like you, and so-called manager of the student café during Charity Fair. They always tried to make sure, that Eight days of Fair are going smoothly. And, despite their position as a manager been simply nominal, they took it seriously.

Merlyn handed you a piece of paper.

"Finally, you stopped daydreaming. Here, details about your job during Charity Fair."

"No... It can't be... I asked not to be put... M-maybe it's a mistake?"

With shaking hands, you took the piece of paper and read it

You were staring at it for a few moments.

You, once again, will be working in a café. The only businesses that will work till nighttime. Worst of all, you again got a Closing Shift. You feel like you a going to puke.

"Merlyn, it must be a mistake. I asked multiple times during this year not to assign me..."

Merlyn rolled their eyes.

"Are you again about your delusion that you are stalked during Charity Fair? Are you really desperate for any kind of attention?"

You flinched.

"B-but I-I am not lying! I am being stalked during Charity Fair! Someone is always watching me! They... They sent photos of me... Not only that, they tried to break in my apartment! I am not..."

Merlyn barked.

"Enough! If police told that you don't have a case, it means you don't! You will work closing shift. You will do your job! Besides," Merlyn turned around. "Someone like you getting a stalker? Don't make me laugh. There's nothing attractive in you."

Not waiting for your response, Merlyn left.

You were left alone.

You felt someone's gaze on you. You turned around.

And, as many times before, you didn't see them.

You hurry to the professor's office.

Maybe, you could change your occupation during Charity Fair.

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You were clutching a bag with café uniform in your hand. You failed. No one believed you.

Miss Glover and Mister Porcher, who were responsible for job assignment.

"We are sorry, but you can't change the occupation. Please, stop throwing a tantrum and making lies about stalker."

Ollie and Lennie, another two students, who will work in a café.

"No, [Y/N], I won't swap my shift with you. I want to have fun on the fair at the evening."

"Same with me. You will stay on closing shift. Can't wait for you to start telling everyone this silly fairy tale about stalker."

You were devastated. You were doomed. Totally doomed.

Even now. You were sitting at the corner of the café. Far from windows and doors, It was almost closing time. And you still didn't get a sighed report from official café manager. You need this report, or you will have problems in university.

Despite been hidden, you still didn't feel safe. You wanted to disappear. You want your friends

That's why you called home earlier. That's why you asked them to come pick you up.

You opened your phone. 10:30 pm. BSD Cast will be there in ten minutes.

Mr. Burke finally brought you a sighed report.

"Here you go. See you at the fair."

Mr. Burke started, gently but firmly push you towards the exit. And you finally found your voice.

"Mt. Burke, please, let me stay here until my friends came here! It's dark outside, and it's already late, and I don't want to stay outside alone. I can help with cleaning up!"

Mr. Burke shook his head.

"Sorry, [Y/N], but you must go. We are already closed. And We have enough workers to clean the café. Just... Go to store, and they wait there. Have a good night."

With that words, Mr. Burke shoved you outside and lock the door.

You were left alone.

In the dark.

You dial the random number from your contact list.

"[Y/N], something happened?" Lucy sounds worried. You gulped.

"Kind of... I... I was kicked out from the café. You do remember where Store 'Snack and relax' is, right?"

"Yes. Will you be there?" asked Lucy. You heard Twain and John asking Lucy if everything is alright.

"Yes... I will start moving," you almost wanted to stop the call, when an idea came to your mind.

"Lucy, is it okay if you stay on the phone with me? Don't want to be alone in the dark."

"Of course, [Y/N]. No problems.

You sigh and start walking.

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They were still perfect.

They were here, alone. Talking with someone on the phone.

Someone, who is not me.

I will punish you for that.

This year, [Y/N], we will finally be together.

This year, I will win you over.

But first, let me pay you a little visit.

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The night was dark.

The night was silent.

You were alone in the dark.

Normally, there were people on the streets. Especially students in this part of the city. But not today. Were everyone that busy with Charity Fair? Probably.

You want to be with your friends. With others.

You choose the well lit roads. Well, as well light as they can be. You try to go down the streets, where at least were some people.

But you still were alone.

You were holding your phone for dear life.

You listen to Lucy's voice.

"So, I have heard that there is this build-a-bear shop! Can we visit one of them? To get something for kids, of course! I-I don't want a stuffed animal."

You could imagine Lucy blushing a little. You lick your lips.

"Would be good. I am crossing the road. I am on a Greenhill street. Shop is two blocks away."

Lucy was silent for a moment.

"Um, [Y/N], are you sure everything is alright? You sound... nervous. Really nervous."

You heard steps. You quicken your pace.

You weren't alone in the dark.

"I am fine... I will explain later. Are you..."

Lucy answered your question before you can even say it.

"Pulling up on the parking lot. Waiting for you."

You smiled. Finally, you are almost there.

"Good, I soon will be..."

You heard steps again.

At this point, you were almost running.

Someone ran after you.

You wished, that you were alone in the dark.

________

Lucy heard sounds of steps and your heavy breathing from the phone. She ran to the detection of where you were supposed to appear.

You were in trouble.

_________

The same moment you saw the store, you were grabbed by the collar. Something sharp was pressed against your throat.

Your attacker smelled like alcohol.

"Give me your phone and wallet..."

Before any of you can react, you two appeared in Annie's room. Lucy and Annie were standing before you.

Your attacker, now you can see, that it was a man, immediately jumped away from you.

"WHAT IS THAT THING?!"

Annie grabbed the man and throw him inside a secret room. The unconscious man will be trapped here, held in one place with puppet hands, until Lucy decide to let him go.

Meanwhile, Lucy was checking on you. Her warm hands cupped your face, while she was looking at your neck, trying to find any sort of injury.

"Are you okay? Did he hurt you? Do you need medical help? Should I call for Doctor Yosano?"

You shake your head. You still were shocked after the encounter, but you manage to whimper.

"I am fine... Can we, please, go home? I want to go home..."

Lucy looked at you, her gaze was full of sympathy.

"I... Okay. But we will talk about it later," Lucy stay quiet for a bit, then spoke again. "[Y/N], do you want to stay in Annie's room until we reach the house? It seems that you don't want to be outside right now."

You were ready to protest. But, Lucy was right. You want to be somewhere safe. Somewhere hidden. And Annie's room were the safe place right now.

Attacker won't wake up. And Annie won't let anyone hurt you.

You nodded. Lucy smiles and open her arms for a hug.

You hugged her. That's what you needed.

Lucy whispered.

"Don't worry, we will keep you safe."

Lucy left Annie's room.

You were left with Annie. The giant doll was holding a ball in her hands. Inviting you to play with her.

You smile again.

"Okay, Annie, pass the ball."

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On the parking lot of 'Snacks and Relax' were many cars. And all of them belonged to BSD Cast.

After your call, everyone decide to go pick you up. Because you sounded like you were on a verge of breakdown.

Lucy returned to the rest of the BSD Cast. And was immediately swarmed by them.

Twain looked around.

"Lucy, where are [Y/N]? Why they aren't with you?"

Lucy raised her hand, making Mark stop talking.

"They are in Annie's room. With Annie. They were..."

Lucy looked at others. BSD Cast were quiet. They were waiting for Lucy to speak.

Lucy looked at the pavement.

"They were attacked. Someone tried to rob them. The attacker had a knife."

In next moment Lucy understand, what kind of silence called dead.

All of them were silent. Deadly silent.

Then, one thing break the silence.

Golden glow.

And Nikolai Gogol was standing right before Lucy. His eyes narrowed, he looked into Lucy's eyes. Nikolai wasn't blinking.

Back in their world, no one have seen Gogol been furious. Even his initial confusion with self-awareness and [Y/N]'s presence didn't include much if the violent outbursts. But now, in this world, after learning that [Y/N] were hurt... Nikolai Gogol wasn't angry. He was enraged.

"What? Attacked? Намагалися пограбувати?¹" Gogol was shaking with anger.

"Хто..." Gogol suddenly grabbed Lucy by her shoulders and shook her. "Хто посмів напасти на мою пташку? Ти знаєш, хто це був? Краще відповідай негайно, або я..."²

Fyodor grabbed Nikolai's hands and pulled him away from Lucy.

"Коля, успокойся! Дай Люси договорить!"³ Fyodor turn his head towards Lucy.

"Please, continue, Lucy. What happened?"

Lucy takes a step back from Gogol and continue.

"[Y/N] are okay. I arrived at time. He only pressed the knife against [Y/N]'s throat, when Annie and I stopped him. He is in Annie's room, in a secret room. He won't wake up until I want it. [Y/N] are with Annie. They wanted to stay there for a bit."

It seems, that news that you are okay calmed everyone down. At lest, partly.

BSD Cast start talking among each other, discussing what they should do next.

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You were sitting on the floor of Annie's room. Annie curled around you. Doll's head was on your lap. You gently ran your fingers through Annie's 'hair'.

"That's all I knew about them. No one believes me, no one cares. Police refuse to do anything, because nothing has happened to me."

Annie pressed her head tighter against your stomach. She carefully pet your head with her giant hand.

You sighed.

"I won't keep it from others. But, I will wait until we got home. Good plan, right?"

Annie nodded.

You hum.

"Hey, Annie, want to hear some stories about my school days?"

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Lucy appeared in thirty minutes.

"[Y/N], we almost home. Are you ready to go?"

You stand up and nodded.

"Yes, I am."

You turned towards Annie and waved.

"Thanks for the company, Annie!"

Doll nodded and waved back.

The next moment, Lucy and you were standing right before BSD Cast. And your house.

The house was big enough for all of you to live comfortably. Your home. Your friends and family.

The moment you stepped outside Annie's room, you were hugged by Dazai. He rubbed his cheek against yours.

"[Y/N], we were so worried about you. Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

You nuzzle against Dazai's cheek and murmur.

"I am okay. But we need to talk." Then you repeat, this time louder.

"We need to talk. Let's go inside."

Melville, who was standing close to the door, opened it. All of you slowly walked inside the house. You were surrounded by Dazai, Akutagawa, Chuuya and Atsushi. Fyodor and Nikolai wasn't too far from your little group.

You feel, that something was wrong. You dismissed the thought, thinking, that you were just nervous after everything that happened today.

But then Atsushi spoke.

"Is it me, or it's quite chilly here?"

Few more people agree.

And then, you heard Alcott's voice from the library.

"The window is broken! And back door is opened!"

They succeeded...

They broke inside...

You sobbed.

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They thought they can escape.

They dirty themselves by living with all this people.

I will punish them for it.

When that man will bring me your phone, I will see, who dared to steal you from me.

[Y/N]... You are mine.

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House were empty. Nothing was stolen.

At least, it was that way, until BSD gang decide to search through your room.

It was trashed.

Your clothes were on the floor. Your drawer with underwear was open. Your underwear was stained with something red.

But, worst of all, photos with BSD gang that you kept on the table, were destroyed. And scarf... Scarf that Gogol gave you a few months ago, that he made for you... It was shredded to pieces.

All of you gathered in the library. You were trying to call the police.

Gang insisted on you calling the police from that phone. Because it's the only phone that was always on speaker.

You dial the number.

"Hello, what's your emergency?"

"Violet Street, 56. Someone broke into my house!"

"We will send..."

Suddenly, someone else took the phone. Officer Beck, man, who, for some reason, didn't like to do his job.

"[Y/N] [L/N]? Is it again this time of the year? Are you again pretending to be stalked?"

You only whimper.

"I... I am telling the truth..."

The voice on the other hand growl.

"No, you don't. You don't have a case! You are too ugly to have a stalker. Besides... Even if you have been stalked, be happy. At least someone likes you. Or, maybe, you deserved it. It's possible, that you seduce some poor soul, didn't follow, and now you are paying the price. And stop calling the police."

The call ended.

Dead silence.

And hell broke loose.

Everyone was shouting.

"What? That's all they can say? What kind of cretins work there?!" Doc was walking from one corner to another, trying to calm down.

Fukuchi was looking at the phone with poorly hidden disgust.

Lovecraft's eyes were resembling black holes. He was ready to unleash hell on this town.

Fyodor was clenching his fists.

Jounou and Tetchou were sharpening their swords.

And you were sobbing and trembling.

You didn't notice anything around you.

Naomi and Kirako were trying to calm you down.

Fukuzawa was first to talk. He walked closer to you and cupped your cheek.

"[Y/N]..."

Your voice sounded dull.

"During Charity Fair, I am being stalked. I always feel someone's gaze on me. Three years ago, someone sent me pictures of me... They were taken while I wasn't looking. Two years ago, someone sent me dead flowers. And one year ago, someone tried to break in my apartment. Thankfully, neighbors scared them away."

You breathe in and out.

"I tried to get help. But no one believes me. They said that I am lying. That I want to get attention. That I should be honored, that someone paid attention to me."

You looked away.

"I am afraid, that this year Charity Fair may end up really badly for me."

The silence was suffocating. You looked at the floor.

Gogol tried to break free from Ivan's and Fyodor's grasp.

"Николай Васильевич, уймитесь! Так Вы ничем не поможете!"⁴ begged Goncharov, trying to calm Gogol down.

Fyodor grabbed Nikolai's hands.

"Коля, сначала нужно узнать, кто тот урод, что преследует [Т/И]!"⁵

Kolya looked at Fyodor. Gogol's mismatched eyes mer with Fyodor's purple. Gogol growl.

"Ті люди... Вони думають, що пташка бреше... Ті люди думають, що увага цього виродка це щось гарне..."⁶

"Они и неправы. Они не будут защищать Мышонка. Но ты и я... Все мы сможем защитить Мышонка. Мы прикончим того урода. Ты веришь в это, Коля?"⁷

While Fyodor and Nikolai were talking, you feel remorse and disgust.

You feel disgusted. Your room was destroyed. Your stalker touched your belongings.

Stalker destroyed your photos and Gogol's scarf. Photos can be restored, you still have them on your computer. But scarf...

You moved past Fukuzawa.

"Kolya..."

Kolya immediately stopped talking. He looked at you with. His gaze was soft.

"What is it, Birdy?"

You braced yourself.

"I am sorry, for getting your present destroyed..."

You were silenced by Nikolai's embrace. He whispered in your ear.

"Don't you dare apologize for that. It's not your fault."

You closed your eyes. You take one step back and looked around.

Your friends were looking at you. They were waiting for your words.

They would help you regardless. But this way, you will show, that it's your decision. That you made by yourself.

Your voice sounded hopeful. You spoke, so everyone can hear you.

"I need your help. Please, help me get rid of the stalker."

A choir of "yes" echoed through the house.

_______

What was taking this man so long?

He must have already returned and bring me [Y/N]'s phone.

I am almost there.

They are almost mine.

I will destroy this man, if he failed.

________

"So, you are the bastard, who tried to rob [Y/N]?"

The man was tied up and gagged. Yosano, Kunikida, Dazai and Ranpo were standing above him. Kunikida was holding a stun gun, Yosano was holding a cleaver. And Dazai was staring, his gaze was heavy and dull.

Ranpo took off his glasses.

"While on the normal day I would use Super Deduction to learn everything about you, tonight, I will let my colleagues have their fun interrogating you. And don't worry about being hurt."

Yosano stepped forward and strike.

"We have a doctor"

_________

¹Tried to rob?

²"Who..." [.....] "Who dared to attack my Birdy? Do you know who it was? Answer immediately, or I—"

³ Kolya, calm down! Let Lucy finish

⁴Nikolai Vasilievich, calm down! You won't help anyone that way!

⁵Kolya, first thing we should do is to learn who is the bastard, who are stalking [Y/N]!

⁶ Those people... They think, that Birdy is lying... Those people think this bastard's attention is a good thing..."

⁷"They are wrong. They won't help Little Mouse. But you and I... Together all of us will protect Little Mouse. We will kill the bastard. Do you believe in it, Kolya?

#self-awareau #self-awarebsd #bungou stray dogs au #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd anime #bsd x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #tw: stalking

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 7 months

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Why do people still go to Mostro Lounge if Azul enslaved 225 students? Like how is he not out of bussines

I DON’T KNOW 😭 I’ve never understood that part???? And how easily everything is resolved????

The end of book 3 tries to hand-wave it off as, “well, Azul implemented a point card system/promotion that was just so good that it compensated for all the negative rumors about the bad things he actually did” but like 💀 even then, I never bought it…

Consider the prices plus how the point card system and its perks work:

Assuming that you need 50 points to get that consultation with Azul + the items listed here are the only ones that qualify toward the point system, that means you'd be spending at LEAST 250 thaumarks (which I'm going to consider the equivalent to 250 USD for the sake of simplicity), if not 300 thaumarks. That's not including any potential tax or tip they may charge on top of the cost of the actual menu items. If you're going for the three-point card perks, you're easily spending 750 to 900 bucks on the Mostro Lounge. Maybe that seems like chump change to some of the rich, privileged kids that attend NRC but that's still a considerable amount of money to spend at one establishment... I'll concede that the argument can be made that this investment is "worth it" because of Azul's consultation being such a useful thing. It seems like you could ask him for anything, so long as its within his means. So yeah, it’s true, his services can be an extremely powerful boon to have on your side (assuming, of course, that he's capable of granting your wish and you agree to the terms set). The issue then becomes a matter of trust between client and Azul.

I don't know about you, but I cannot believe that after Azul tricked and enslaved 220+ students (over a QUARTER of the total student body) with his promises that everyone would so easily forgive what he did and suddenly trust that he wouldn't try pulling similar shit again. And since I doubt any mob would drop 250-300 thaumarks in one day just to get the consultation ASAP (but a bunch of food he can't eat), the points system would be a long term commitment... meaning mobs go into this establishment regularly, knowing that it's run by a guy that would double cross them if it benefitted him, weirdly trusting that he wouldn't???????? Trusting that he had a sudden change of heart and wouldn’t revert back to his old ways???????? Not holding grudges??????? Nah, I don't buy that one bit. AZUL'S REP WOULD BE IN THE TOILET, AND I DON'T THINK A GOOD DEAL ON EATERY LOYALTY WOULD REVERSE THAT... At that point, the mobs are practically begging to be scammed… Also???? The only thing that Crowley technically told Azul he can't do is to take anyone's powers 💀 so literally nothing is stopping Azul from trying to one-up or cheat his clients out of other things... Agreements like the one where he tried to claim Ramshackle Dorm for himself would still be totally valid under Crowley's new but poorly defined restrictions. Why doesn't the headmaster just forbid Azul from running his shady side business altogether 😭 or at least revoke the manager position from Azul?????? The school gets 10% of the lounge’s profits, so maybe Crowley doesn’t want to lose that income—but if that’s the case, why not just put new management in charge and still reap the monetary benefits??? Even just upping the percentage the school takes from their earnings would be more of a punishment…

I'm about to cancel this man on Magicam for his crimes/j I guess this is easily explained by the mob students all being dumb/arrogant, but that’s such a cop-out 😭 My only hope is that volume 3 of the light novel adaptation will go more in-depth about the post-OB backlash Azul experiences (similar to how it did for volume 1) 💦 because the way the game presents it, it feels like he and the Mostro Lounge made an almost immediate comeback 😭 which isn’t realistic at all…

I guess all I have left to say is…

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a slice of life. ❀ ft. hsr + genshin men — synopsis. just little scenarios that have happened to me with this one guy that i think they'd do<3 — notes. wtv the synopsis thing said!! i just think how these little scenarios went down in real life was so cute that i wanted to write something about it!! — heads up. hopeless romantic thoughts, these can be simple situations, but when i word it out, it becomes overly romantic. thats the warning yes, btw modern au!

・ you can't help but feel bored in class, watching the clock go 'tick-tock! tick-tock! tick-tock!'. your pretty seatmate just happens to be taking notes as the teacher discussed about something.. tapping his shoulder, he looks to you, blinking a few times in confusion. you give a cheeky smile and gesture you want to draw something, your ball pen in the air trying to write out words, blinking a few times again, he lends you his empty hand. looking back in confusion, realizing he wants you to draw on his hand. you do it with an enthusiastic look, leaning your chairs closer together, to get a closer look and tattoo his hand like an artist. as he tried to listen more to the discussion, he can't help but let a chuckle out at your happy expression as you drew stars, cats, and what not on his hand. and 'till class ends, he walks to the canteen with you on his other arm, and the other with doodles all over, out in the open for his friends to see.

dan heng, al haitham, xiao, zhongli, caelus, aether, arlan, albedo, chongyun, kazuha, more utc.

・kind of guy to pick things up for you that fell off your seat, even if you didn't notice it, and you don't have to ask him.

zhongli, dan heng, caelus, diluc, bennett, gorou, welt yang, yanqing, thoma

・keeps the doodles you give him in class.

dan heng, albedo, xingqiu, chongyun, venti, diluc, arlan, gepard

・let's you play with his hair on breaks/whenever, doesn't fix it 'till hours later

jing yuan, blade, diluc, albedo, cyno, gepard, wanderer/scaramouche, xiao, dainsleif

・ your eyes slowly closed, giving in to the drowsiness that you were gifted due to staying up for the test in the last afternoon. your seatmate beside you, he notices about 15 minutes later, instead of informing your professor, he put his jacket on you, and started jotting notes down. and once the expected pop quiz appeared, he'd lightly shake you, whispering that there's an activity, and telling about the topic while the professor finishes the small review for the quiz. "i'll let you copy my notes later, ok? this topic is easy, don't worry, remember to not overthink." he says, giving you a piece of paper. "i wasn't even really supposed to take notes honestly, but i know you love to take notes, so i wrote stuff down about the topic in my notebook, just in case you wanted."

dan heng, dainsleif, zhongli, xiao, blade, yanqing, gepard

・listens intently when you really wanna talk about something, gives serious advice back, or just comforts you, whatever you want.

dainsleif, dan heng, jing yuan, kaeya, zhongli, tighnari, ayato

・"take your jacket off! it's gym class you're gonna get sweaty!" x *takes jacket off

dan heng, caelus, albedo, al haitham, zhongli, baizhu, xiao, kazuha

・if you're busy and can't hold something that you need, he'll hold it for you, 'till you aren't busy looking for something in your bag.

dainsleif, zhongli, al haitham, yanqing, gepard, jing yuan, albedo, tartaglia

・ you sat beside him at the cafeteria, fiddling with your thumbs because you didn't have enough money to buy lunch, nor did you get time to pack your lunch and bring it to school, so your stomach growled. sitting beside someone with luxurious food prepared by his hands, and the delicious aroma that circled around you didn't help, all you could do was look at his food. delicately prepared, sighing in defeat and banging your head on the table. "you want something?" he asked when you faced him and his lunch. "i'm sorry, i can't help but look at your lunch, i haven't packed anything, and i haven't got any money, my stomach is roaring at this point too." leaning your head on his shoulder, "how about we share? i don't mind, just as long as you have energy for the next class. so you don't fall asleep again." cutting back to present time, still in the cafeteria, leaning your head on his shoulder as he feeds himself and you, he never fully finishes his lunch anyway.

dan heng, caelus, blade, yanqing, welt yang, zhongli, diluc, tighnari, cyno, kaveh, gepard

・if you ask for something that's really deep inside his bag, no matter what time it'd be, class time or break time, he'll find it, no matter how many times you ask, he'll get it.

zhongli, caelus, al haitham, welt yang, jing yuan, tighnari

・sitting beside each other on the bleachers after class, or during an event, no reason, just leaning your head on his shoulder, and holding his hand. in silence.

dan heng, blade, tartaglia, thoma, jing yuan, heizou, xiao, wanderer, aether, welt yang, gepard, al haitham

・being the only two doing a chemistry group project, the other members doing nothing, while you both fully enjoyed making the project together and making sure the others that didn't help get points

welt yang, il dottore, albedo, al haitham, kaveh, tighnari

・just sitting by each other on a bench in a park. a quiet park, where you both held hands, and bonding over the opposite music tastes you both have. and after 30 minutes or so pass, deciding to get matching ice popsicles on a stick together, just walking and having fun. even an old couple complimenting you both make a great couple <3

dan heng, caelus, welt yang, jing yuan, al haitham, zhongli, diluc, gepard, honestly any1 i love tis one sm

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