#love of god for all people is stored in care packages
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Night in the Net // Shigaraki x f! reader (18+)
⟡ Synopsis: You find yourself stranded in one hell of a sexist environment: the small town's internet café. Shigaraki's on the night shift. (3.6k)
⟡ Warnings: sex with Shiggy basically, mild degradation and misogyny from our fav incel, dom!Shiggy with a twist (no quirk obviously), use of “dollface” (i like it)
⟡ A/N: No dark themes here, peace n luv. Also.. yeah he is always linked to some gaming/electronic business ik!! but I like the trope/hc/almost canon.
You'd never imagine this was how your night would end.
Why are you there again? Right, your friends wanted to go to that after party, as if the club wasn't enough. What was supposed to be a night out ended up with you in the local internet café (the only after hours spot) while your friends decided to go to a house party with loud techno music, which definitely wasn’t your vibe. You and your friends lived close and would often call a taxi on your way home, money wasn’t enough for you to ride solo today though—you prayed in times like these that you at least had a job; you wouldn’t have to rely on anyone then.
You knew pretty much everyone there, it’s not like the town had more than ten thousand residents and considering the age group and schools you’d all gone to, the internet café only had a few unknown members. On today’s shift was none other than Tomura of course, that guy was taking up as many shifts as his body would allow him to, apparently there was this rumor a family member was in crucial condition and they were in need. Tomura Shigaraki was one of these people you had branded as incel. Though hardworking (he kept a house of his own, cleaning and doing all chores by himself while providing for whomever he had), you still considered the guy as one. Now—you know the term is heavy, matter of fact, quite offending and serious as an allegation but it’s not like there weren’t rumors. Rumors he’d bash women and call them prostitutes, try to sleep with girls and trash them to his friends a day later, hating them for anything they did and claiming true love didn’t exist nowadays because “all women are sluts, who need money and validation.” Plus, he worked at the local internet café (should be enough reason), engaging in heated conversations with his friends and fellow streamers. God, one look in their chats and you'd get as violent as possible— (not much, you'd discovered it the hard way). Thus, it was no surprise that when you enter the place, you hear whispers and scoffs.
‘’The hell are you doing here?’’ A voice was heard from within, the café had the computer screens up front, a bar and a couch with TV in the back. Tomura was occupied in the designated bar the place had (you often wondered what kind of needs these people had—all they ever consumed was energy drinks and pre-packaged meals, takeouts were for reasons of competitive market prohibited). You take a deep breath.
‘’Just dropping by for a couple of hours, will leave soon.’’ You sigh as you take a seat on the couch, not bothering to talk to anyone, it wasn’t like they cared anyway. Loud noise and laughter can be heard all around, a couple of guys swearing and some younger boys excitedly standing above their screens. The store had a 16+ policy, but of course, no one ever checked so kids could practically stare unattended. Tomura also encouraged younger boys to play, such a piece of shit, you think, getting them to learn young.
‘’Oh my fucking God, a slut just joined!’’ You hear from the front, some guy swears, presumably because a girl had joined their online server. These guys were so disgusting, you cringe, it was no wonder they were celibate without wanting it. You stand up, you need to kill some time and you're feeling bored, you think about starting a fight with Tomura, how else could you have a little bit of fun?
You weren’t ever necessarily afraid of the guy, even though you have to admit, he looks intimidating. Quite tall with a pale complexion, ashy dull hair and scars across his face; no one actually knew much about him and whether he was troubled, it’s not like he ever showed to work beaten up or high and usually kept a low profile. The only frightening thing this man had was his smile, it terrified you sometimes as it looked downright evil.
‘’Getting them to learn young, huh?’’ You ask him, he’s washing up some cups from the previous round of gross gaming guys, who have now left.
‘’What?’’ He responds, not bothering to look up.
‘’How to not get women, I mean.’’ You sigh as he huffs in annoyance.
‘’You should be grateful I let a female in my store in the first place.’’ He retorts, but doesn’t seem very angry, just ironic. Usual.
My store (you decide to skip over 'female') sounds funny but you choose not to comment on it.
‘’So how long until you guys close?’’ You ask, not bothering to fight his vocabulary—it’s routine at this point. It also never ends well and you had a great night so far, why ruin it now?
‘’Two hours.’’
‘’Mind if I sit on the couch? I’ll be quiet I promise’’ You ask—technically beg, as you see no other options.
‘’Ugh.. yeah I mind. There’s some guys wanting to use it, I have a group for GTA on the PS5.’’
‘’Seriously? People still play that?’’ You whine but force yourself to continue.
‘’Can I sit with you then?’’ It takes strength—but you say it regardless. You came to terms with the fact he was your last resort minutes ago.
‘’Sure. But you need to make yourself useful. Here, take this.’’ He hands you a wet sponge, ‘’Wash these up—carefully, while I go clean the floors.’’ He orders, as if you’re part of the staff (and new on the job apparently.)
‘’Do you actually want me to wash freaking dishes? I just came here to chill, I don’t even bother anyone!’’ You start feeling annoyed with the chores, you aren’t 16 and he isn’t your mom.
‘’You can always leave.’’ He simply states, the running tap stops and he turns to you, practically shoving the wet gloves on your chest.
‘’Or...you can stop being a brat and be of use during your stay, I have two hours left.’’ He smiles, that same smile that makes your skin crawl and blood boil as he moves away.
‘’Fuck! My dress, you asshole!’’ A wet patch is now covering the too short dress as you glance at the time on your phone.
Two hours. Two hours until your friends leave and he closes up anyway.
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Tomura was at least true to his words. Within two insufferable hours of having to listen to appalling conversations between men (hardly to be considered as such), plate washing and the toilet being constantly occupied, the last customers get up to leave.
You dry your hands and plop down the couch exhausted.
‘’Finally.’’ You exhale checking your phone, your friends hadn’t given you any life signs in the meantime, so you decide to patiently wait, they’d message eventually. Tomura is done sweeping the nasty floors from crumbs and dried Monster remnants, which he still has to mop (for the fourth time, you note and you've only been there some hours). You notice how restless he seems—the guy has been running the whole night after ignorant customers, who had not once shown basic respect for the order of the place yet never complained. Truly a shame he has such a misogynistic mindset, you think. He could get women, if he wanted to.
It’s around 6:30 AM, when he presses a button to close the store's roll-up shutters halfway. Small light outside makes its way in but the place is still relatively dark, as he places the mop near the wall and takes a seat next to you.
‘’Fuuck, I’m so tired.’’ He sighs, making sure to spread his legs on the couch as much as he can, not caring (of course) about you also sitting on it.
You always branded Tomura as an incel, that you knew about. But despite that, you now can’t help but feel for him, not knowing much about him at the same time. Sure, he technically isn’t the nicest guy but a look around would show you that he tries enough for a job kicking his ass. You find yourself sympathizing with a man, whose ideals you hate and try to brush these thoughts off.
‘’And why the fuck am I an incel anyway?’’ He asks, his head rests on the couch and his eyes are closed, he is scrunching severely—almost threatening to fall down. And he manspreads. A lot.
‘’W-well– I..’’ You never thought he’d caught on to that, stammering to stand your ground as you continue. ‘’Well, there have been rumors about you.’’ You say, but it doesn’t come off as confident as you’d hoped for. You also realize, it sounds kind of stupid.
‘’Reaaally? And you made sure to believe them, right?’’ His tone’s laced with irony but the way he talks—like he whispers in a raspy voice doesn't annoy you anymore. It makes you more... uncomfortable? On the edge? Excited?...what?
‘’It’s not like you don’t claim it yourself.’’ You retort, finally finding some courage. You notice him looking at you as you awkwardly shuffle in your seat.
‘’All I’ve ever said was that I think women are good for nothing. And I still believe that, but I wouldn’t waste more of my time on that.’’ The statement makes you roll your eyes.
‘’How can you generalize a whole group of people, who are literally in no way inferior to you, you can’t tell me you’ve tried—’’
‘’Listen dollface, unless you want to change my mind there’s no reason to fuss that much, my opinion won’t change.’’
Unless you want to change my mind?
‘’I-I don’t.’’ You stammer, because the answer and pet name (dollface??) takes you by surprise and he laughs.
‘’Relax, you branded me an incel.’’ he jokes, ‘’don’t want the rape allegations on me too.’’
The more he talks, the more your mind races and you curse yourself. He seems..funny? He has a mole under his lips—fuck, it looks cute...and he also looks good so (stupid as it was, yes!) you’d lie to yourself, if you say you don't want his attention. Why can’t he just look you in the eyes more?
This is so wrong. He must've noticed your lost gaze as he speaks up.
‘’Wanna watch a movie?’’ He proposes and you silently nod, anything is better than the silence hanging in the air. Silence you caused. For thinking... things about him.
Of course Tomura ends up choosing the most depressing film anyone can possibly watch in an internet café at 6 AM, Fallen Angels, and the dramatic cuts make it hard for you to concentrate. He at a certain point leans closer to you but you justify it, how else would he be able to see?
During this one scene, the woman pleasured herself with her legs closed, rubbing together and that’s when you felt a soft hand touch on your thigh. The dress you wore rode up, because your legs rested on the table ahead so it gave him the space he needed. The movement made you tingle and your core involuntarily contracted. The smooth fingers teasingly trailed up and down your leg, from your knees to your inner thighs. You didn’t want to look at him—he was too close and the scene seemed endless. But…he went on about it as if nothing was happening.
Without saying a word, he carried on. A pad of his finger tip was dangerously close to your now heated entrance, the images flashing before your eyes lewd, his hand tempting and threatening to reach your already soaked cunt—all this while the two of you hadn’t even shared a kiss. But he didn't stop, looking ahead and acting like everything’s fine, until he touched your lower lips and you hissed, his finger traced the wet spot over your underwear while you tried to move and speak up.
‘’W–what are y—’’
‘’Shh..’’ is all he says.
You want to tell him no. But no to what? You like the feeling of his two fingers against your folds. His palm moves your panties to the side and he stuffs them inside—they dampen from the fluids. How is he that quick? You can’t form a response but you’re about to ask him why—
‘’All that and I haven’t even kissed you.’’ He murmurs, gaze still fixated on the television ahead as you moan, when he slowly pumps them within your walls. Fuck, are you turned on by this?
‘’P-please..’’ You whisper, turning to look at him and for the first time, his eyes are removed from the stupid TV, a sly smile on his features as he tears away his hand.
‘’What is it? Want the incel to kiss you? Maybe even fuck you to prove a point?’’ He says and you frown.
‘’I—no, I have to go.’’ You get up, fixing (lowering) your dress—you have nowhere to go but you’ll figure it out eventually. You think staying longer only plays into his cruel intentions and whilst you can’t deny the pleasure he could give you, your pride’s in the way.
‘’You’re not going anywhere.’’ A wet hand clasps around your wrist and brings you on his lap, as he grins— you seem confused at the sensation. You are hiding the TV screen but he couldn't care less, he never paid attention to the movie.
‘’Feel the stain you left, too?’’ He says as he brings your face closer with the sticky palm grabbing you by the hair. You softly moan, noticing the small mole up close and feeling a bulge poke where your bodies meet. You sway your hips in a silent effort to have him initiate a kiss—you feel desperate and curse yourself again internally. He can only smile.
You were so clueless, prancing around in that slutty dress earlier—making him hard like that, did you even know it?
He’s quick to kiss you, eager for more already, as mouths clash, teeth collide, the need you both have for each other exceeds proper manners. You sloppily grind against him, the friction from a long outline beneath you makes it hard to think.
‘’I’m guessing, you’re really fucking the incel then.’’ He half smirks as he grabs you and repositions you to sit on his now fully hard cock that throbs in his pants; he lifts your dress above your ass and guides your hips sluggishly back and forth— he’s tormenting you and he enjoys it to the fullest.
‘’T-tomura..p-please.’’ You mewl, the urge to have him inside you makes you blabber.
‘’Please what?’’ He slides a hand behind your waist, lowering it to find your slit from behind, his fingers pet your cunt and you moan. Loudly. He is tugging at your panties, the fabric annoys him and he wants full access and the words. The words to prove his point.
‘’P–please.. fuck me already!’’ You breathe out and he groans to the sound of your voice.
The ironic remark he’d prepared evaporates as he quickly pushes you back, just enough to not fall off his lap and quickly unzips his pants, thanking God for not wearing a belt.
His pants and underwear are sloppily moved down his knees, as his cock jumps with a pop on his lower abdomen, stiff with a weeping tip. Pretty veins throb around it as your eyes widen.
Shit, he’s big, can you take him?
‘’I’d ask for a nice blowjob, dollface, but wouldn’t want the feminists after me.’’ He says as he brings you close, kissing you yet again, a string of spit runs down your jaw, as your hands roam his tangled, uncombed hair.
He positions you on his cock, one hand snakes around your waist while the other one clings to the back of your scalp and you’re swiftly lifted by the head and pushed down on him, as you let out a scream.
‘’Shut the fuck up.’’ He hisses, quickly looking around, the sensation from almost his whole length makes you tremble, he feels too full, too painful..too good.
‘’Shit, c’mon now you got this.’’ He encourages as you hesitantly move up and down his cock, gripping his shoulders and looking at him—he seems more concentrated on the sensation than your body, staring at you while you wrap around his length.
‘’Fuck..dollface, this too much for ya?’’ He tries not to grunt and you give your best not to cry, each moment that goes by turning the initial pain to pleasure—your cunt adjusts slowly and bit by bit to his girth.
‘’T-tomura.. y-yes..it’s too much!’’ You whine, sweat forms in your forehead as his hands find your swollen clit and circle it while your nails dig deeper in his shirt.
‘’You can take it.’’ He says, he feels your cunt squeezing him in, you bounce with dedication on his legs, making the couch squeak as if on some sex tape—you want to bring yourself even closer. So nasty, aren't you? Acting righteous, only to fuck yourself on his cock like a desperate whore.
‘’I-ugh-p-please..’’ You try to speak but he secures his hand around your torso and sinks (lower than before) down the couch. Two strong hands force you to stay still in the air while he drills himself into you at a steady pace—kind of sloppily too. Both of you moan, the position gives equal pleasure, your clit bumps on his groin and his cock reaches your g-spot with ease.
‘’S–Shit, you’re squeezing way too much, haven’t you been fucked like this before?’’ He sounds annoyed but the stammer in his voice betrays him.
Not like this, you want to say but can’t really speak the words. Your weight falls entirely on him, he doesn’t mind one bit—he loves it actually, this skin on skin contact as he guides you on his cock, it feels surreal. He hits soft and spongy spots inside while you slowly fall apart.
‘’T-Tomura right there..I ugh—I'm close!’’ The sensation overwhelms you, his eyes are still fixated on your face, yeah I can tell, he thinks. He gets off on your desperation, mouth parted all for him? Your eyes threaten to spill by the way he tears apart your cunt and morals bit by bit.. it’s—
‘’Tomura, aren't you closing yet?’’ Someone asks from outside, interrupting the moment. The shutters only show a pair of shoes.
‘’Yeah, I’m on it.’’ Shigaraki stops composed, cockwarming you in a funny way, while a hand—his hand covers your mouth. Your eyes widen as slick trickles down his thighs in silence.
‘’Alright, see you then.’’ The man leaves and he cusses him out. (''Cunt.'')
‘’We’re not done.’’ He turns his attention back to you and seizes your face, bringing your mouth closer.
‘’Open up.’’ He orders and you do—clenching around him in anticipation.
He spits in it and closes the gap with his index finger.
‘’Swallow or I won’t continue.’’ You quickly gulp down.
‘’So obedient all of a sudden, aren't you?’’ Sarcasm laces the words as he gives your ass a solid hit, before starting to get back on his pace, only more rough this time, he longs for your release on him. You’re moving up and down his length, trying to grab anything accessible really, his hair, the back of the couch, under his shirt and you feel your orgasm resurface stronger—the delay has highlighted all of your senses.
‘’T-Tomura—’’ You shudder, as his cock hits your g-spot expertly–fuck, this guy wasn't some incel–and your swollen clit has to brush one last time past his groin before you feel an overwhelming orgasm take over. You clamp down his length and moan embarrassingly. (Fuck Tomura! I–I'm.. too good!) This time.. he lets you, he needs to hear this.
‘’Fuuck—agh– look at you dollface.’’ He hums, a feminist creaming herself on my cock, he wants to add but it’s too many words and you just came so he wastes no time. He brings your neck close to his mouth and bites on it, teeth sink into your flesh and hands force you all the way down. He cums inside, groaning and trying to stifle his moans by biting down the sensitive skin even harder.
And fuck if that isn’t hot.
He keeps you on him, arms fastening your waist, cum dripping on his lowered pants but neither of you bother to care, ragged breaths and the sounds of the film still playing as more light enters through the rolled shutters.
God must’ve been on your side that day because a message appears on your screen moments after you both wordlessly got up and cleaned yourselves in the bathroom. Tomura would have to clean again, you think, as the message on your phone signals your time to leave.
You turn to look at him, he has removed his shirt and small nail scratches decorate his pale back and you..smile. What the hell? Was this..? Oh no—You try to find an appropriate goodbye.
See you soon? Thanks for the mind blowing dick? You aren’t the incel I thought you were? Everything seems embarrassing at present time.
‘’I-I’ll be seeing you soon.’’ You opt for that, stupid as it is, you still look at him in anticipation. He turns to you, hands on the mop cleaning near the couch and nods.
Great, you think, that was a disaster. You defeatedly walk (actually stoop to get past the almost closed door) feeling like a hooker after a client, miserable and kind of used. This is always the worst part.
You feel an arm touch your shoulder, you’ve only taken a few steps in the daylight.
‘’Take this in case you revoke your incel statement.’’
Tomura hands you a piece of paper and quickly disappears behind the store’s shadows.
#shigaraki x reader#shigaraki tomura#shigaraki x you#shigaraki smut#shigaraki tomura x reader#mha x reader#tenko x reader#shigaraki tomura smut#tomura x reader#tw degradation
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my church gave me a big bag of homemade cookies and hot chocolate mix and candy and tea and breakfast biscuits and popcorn and lip balm and pens and sticky notes and winter gloves. because it’s finals week soon. i will cry do not test me
#:((#i am just a stressed college student. this is the best thing to ever happen in my whole life. thank u church this is what it’s all about fr#love of god for all people is stored in care packages#queer affirming church AND they give me cookies??? literally the one tiny string still left between me and my religion i love these guys#should i have a tag for when i am just talking#i feel like thats a thing people have#uhm. hm#talking times with milo#there we go
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— because of you
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x gn!reader
Special "anniversary" with your best friend. (3,1 k)
AO3 version
Category and prompt: roommates/neighbors + "we're not just friends, and you know it"
A/N: Glad to participate in GazFest! To many more like this!
@glitterypirateduck
"Got some sugar, neighbor?" you see him, all smiling with empty cup in his hand, when you open the door right after someone knocked.
That certain someone? Kyle motherfucking Garrick, your neighbor. God only know what encouraged him to move in here after two years you did. Your reason to move from UK to Italy? Promotion of work, you were supposed to take care of team – bigger than you had back in the UK, way, way bigger. It felt like a dream coming true, you always wanted something like this, to be… appreciated, that was the good word to that. It would be a dumb from you if you'd decline such a good offer.
It was a success, after all. You could tell after a month. What's more to it, you liked your new place. Not only because it was still Europe (God forbid moving to the USA), but the climate here was just idyllic. Yours, so to speak, even if it was your first visit in that country. People here, their attitude, just matched yours perfectly. It took a few months to adjust to siestas, sure, but overall, you couldn't imagine what other country in Europe would fit you so much.
It was a bit hard to be fluent in Italian, you weren't the best, but after two years you could definitely name yourself almost fluent. It helped that you had to deal with native speakers, not only in work (even if you mostly spoke English here) but around you. With a small smile, you always liked to visit your local store, where the old lady was chatting with you about gossips going around town.
Moving on to your best friend… and his reason. You don't know his reason. His life is mostly military, and being called to go back to work in sick hours, like two in the morning; so being in the UK made more sense than anything else, really. Yet, after two years, when he "visited" you, it was a visit with four big suitcases, and the biggest grin ever. What's more to it, he just happened to find an apartment literally next to you, which you thought was almost impossible.
Like, it was really clogged with people building, and he just found it? What's more to it, you always knew who is going to move in since you are best friends with the owner. You couldn't brush off the feeling that military really helped in things like that.
"Sugar? What, are you baking somethin'?" you raise your eyebrow, trying to tease him a bit. He chuckles, then walks in, so you can close the door after him.
"You know it" he winked. "I mean, gotta celebrate things, yeah?" he nudges you, as he searches for sugar in your kitchen cupboards, making your confusion even more evident right now. Kyle seems to notice that because he lets out a chuckle, and stops his moves for a moment. "'m making you confused, love?"
"I mean, what's to celebrate?" you ask. "Your birthday is in a few months, mine already was two months ago. So, you have some sneaky business here, Mr. Garrick" you muse, the corner of your lip twitching.
Your neighbor laughs, when he takes a cup of sugar, and hides the package swiftly, before turning to you with sneaky smirk.
"You really don't know?"
You roll your eyes, amused.
"Kyle, if I wouldn't know any better, I would think I'm a lousy husband that forgot our anniversary, or something." you joke, tilting your head to the side, when you try to scan his face, in order to find a clue, or an answer to your question.
Nothing here, but pure amusement. Damn his military for that, really – before, your best friend was like an open book to you. You could even make him confess to lying, and it was more than amusing, when he tried to avoid your eye contact.
After military, that high school boy was still here, but more confident, more… hell, was it possible to say more hot? You thought about Kyle like that, obviously, even if nothing official happened between you two, besides a few kisses when you were drunk, but he got even more hot. Standing his ground, giving judgy looks to anyone who seemed sketchy to him.
And, it was a lie about a few kisses. There was a lot of them, not only when you were drunk, but even the morning after that. It was a simple fact that you can't forget about Kyle Garrick's hands, nor lips. Everyone who experienced, just knew.
Nothing besides kisses happened between you two, though – the boundary was here, obviously because you were best friends, nothing else. At least, best friends in theory, practice was a bit… different, considering that best friends usually didn't kiss, or held each other gazes like you two.
"I'm gonna be here for two months straight. Consider this, special gift" he smiles, tugging a strand of your hair behind your ear. "And, you're kinda a lousy husband, though."
"Oh, I am?" you laugh, as you look straight into his sparkling eyes. "I'm pretending I didn't hear that. Two fucking months? You better not joke about things like that." you grin, hugging him tightly. "Venice is waiting for us, then. I promised that I'm gonna take you there for a whole ass week, and now I have an occasion to do that."
"Mm, of course. Just tell me when" he wraps his arms around you, looking down at you. "And, you are. Three years since we kissed, and you don't remember anniversaries like that?"
Your face flush in a second when he says that; before that, none of you mentioned things like that. It was easier to… forget those moments of weakness between you two than talk about them. In your mind, it would only complicate between you two, and you didn't want that, considering… basically everything about your lives.
You were best friends, but maybe you wouldn't get along as lovers? Things like that happened, and you would hate to lose him. He was with you since highschool, so now it was seventh year of your friendship, and it was long. Kyle Garrick was your rock, someone you could count on. So, naturally, you were scared to do things that would go beyond friendship. Next thing, him being in military, it would be… hard, to do things long distance, even if you were willing to try.
And, probably most important point of all – you were only kissing. It's not like he would suddenly have feelings for you, when he continued to do that without confessing, right?
"We kissed a lot. So, forgive me for that" you manage to mumble, looking away for a second, what makes him laugh.
"'Suppose you're right, but we haven't kissed in a while" he nods slowly, still looking into your eyes. "But, I remember that. Party in your parents' house, we were sitting right by the pool. Rings a bell?"
You open your mouth a little.
How, the fuck, he remembers that?
He was wasted. At least, you thought he was wasted, so he wouldn't remember anything. You both laughed about your mutual friend stupidity, where he mixed pure vodka, wine and beer; he vomited like a cat. The rest of your friends were taking care of him, and you two were completely out of people sight, chit-chatting about literally everything. It was fun, it was just pure back then, and somehow, you two got… closer.
Way closer than you ever imagined to be with him – his gaze was on your lips, and his responses got shorter, as he was into something else than a conversation. Before you could say anything, he grabbed your chin, and kissed you, hard, like he was a starved man.
And there was no way that you wouldn't respond to this; you returned the kiss, your hand grasping his thigh for support. This didn't last long though, as your kiss was interrupted by Kelly that asked for help in cleaning the house – so, naturally, you went to help her.
He acted like nothing happened the next day though, so you acted like this too, in order to not make this awkward.
Now, it seemed like he remembers everything.
"I thought…"
He scoffs.
"Just because I don't talk about it, doesn't mean I don't remember." he murmurs, tilting his head to the side. "In general we don't talk about those kisses, yeah? I noticed."
"It's hard to not notice that" you quip, and that makes him roll his pretty eyes with a smile. "What? I'm just sayin'!"
"Yeah. And I'm sometimes wondering why are we not talking about it."
"Well" you chuckle, looking away for a moment. "Mostly, we're friends, Kyle. So, if I'm the one that has to guess, it's probably because we don't want to… Ruin it. What we have" you explain, in the probably simplest words possible. "And sometimes, kissing just… happens. Mostly when we're drunk."
He raises his eyebrow though, looking at you with shocked expression, like he wants you to say it again because he can't quite believe it.
"We're not just friends, and you know it. We haven't been for a while" he shrugs, and he makes it sound like it's the most obvious thing in the whole world. "You don't want to admit it, but we're not just friends."
"So, friends with benefits, then? Or friends who occasionally kiss?" you raise your eyebrow too, mimicking him.
"What? No, I didn't-"
"-because the last time I checked, you haven't asked me out or anything. It's not like I don't want to admit it, you're not admitting it either."
Garrick takes a breath and he grips your waist tight. Even if it's uncomfortable, it had to be said; you don't want to call it anything, but friends, trying to grasp onto that last strings of pure friendship, before…
Before what?
So many possibilities what could grow out of it.
"Why do you think I moved here?" he asks, so suddenly that you blink a few times, as he catches you off-guard.
"What?"
"Answer me." his tone is firm, like he demands an answer.
"I don't know. Maybe you had enough of boring UK, so you've decided to copy your best friend?"
He gives you a polite look; he seems amused despite it, though.
"Because of you. I moved here, because of you."
You can't help but feel stupid right now, when he tells you that. It seems like the simplest reason why he is here in the first place; because of you. Yet, that vision seemed funny every time when you've thought about it, so it wasn't an option to you. More of a… wild imagination.
To this moment, at least. Kyle Garrick was nothing but proving you a point, that you were mistaken in so many parts of your life that you wonder what else you could be wrong.
"I wanted to do this for a while, but you know how military is. Constantly being sent to places, not having even time for yourself to think. Not even to mention finding somewhere to live near you in Italy." he shakes his head to himself, before he looks at you, once again.
His gaze is full of… emotions. Positive ones; hope, happiness, something that makes you feel at peace, and makes you feel excited in the same time. It's such an indescribable feeling, when you look at him, and he shows it all. Heart on his sleeve.
"My point is. Always wanted to do something with… this" he points at you and him. "Ask you out, whatever that would help us go through this, but the time wasn't right. Either you had a date with someone, or you just were busy, or I was deployed, it's…" he laughs, not quite believing how everything was against you two; you join him in that.
"I would cancel date for you, and you know it, Kyle" you whisper, smiling softly.
"Well, I didn't know that back then, pardon" he nudges you playfully, making you sit on the couch with him; specifically, on his lap. "Someone pretty like you ain't exactly my league, you know."
You let out a huff.
It is irritating to even hear that he could really think that way; does that man ever looks in the mirror? Kyle, in your eyes at least, is the equivalent of beauty, and maybe, just maybe you are a little biased, but everyone would tell him this. Little wrinkles around his adorable eyes that he had always when he smiled, or his perfectly shaped face, like a work of Michael Angelo. The smile that he was known for. Smile that you love. Smile that makes your heart melt every time, and every bad thought is brushed immediately. His delicate hands that despite his tough work in military, always brought you comfort.
For fuck's sake, you can even write a whole essay about his body and lips, but in a soft moment like you two have right now, it wouldn't be something appropriate.
"I would say otherwise." you shrug, your thumb caressing the side of his face. His facial hair grew a little since the last time that you saw him, so it stings a little, but you don't mind that.
"Well, you don't get to say things like that, pretty." he sticks out his tongue, and you automatically roll your eyes. "Boys were jealous, you know? Of those letters you sent to me. Every time we got to pick up our mail, I had something. They asked if I bribed you to do this or something." he chuckles.
It makes your heart flutter; you indeed were writing to him, every time that he was deployed and you knew where to write, with hope that's gonna be delivered to him. It was like a conversation over a phone that rarely happened, so letters became your friend, when you could write down every little thing you wanted to say to him. Old fashioned? Much so, but it's easier than trying to call him, no?
Sometimes you thought you could easier get to call the Pope than Kyle – and with letters, you had more certainty that he will get everything, sooner or later.
And, you wouldn't forget so many things if you would write them before waiting on call with your best friend.
"Well, proud to say I wasn't bribed. Only missed your annoying ass."
Kyle grins widely, nodding.
"That's what I told 'em. And, other thing."
You raise your eyebrow.
"Other thing?"
He, once again, nods.
"That I want to take you out on a date. Real one, when I'll have time. And, I have now." he added quickly, like you were about to interrupt him. "So, I'm asking you, love, do you want to go out with me? On a real deal thingy, without… acting, like we are only friends. We are not."
You can't help but laugh; this man had you in chokehold for a good time right now, and now, you are just finding out that he actually told his friends that he wants to… take you out? When the time is right? Hell, it felt like a Keeping Up With Kardashians episode, not your life. Mostly because you don't have so much luck with your love life, nor with friends becoming your lovers, yet…
Yet, Kyle was the exception to it all. Sweet one because when he was looking you with those innocent eyes, you were on the cloud nine. All smiling, like an idiot that won the lottery.
It was kinda this way.
"I want to, yeah."
And you can't even add anything else if you want to… because just like the first time, Kyle grabs your chin, and kisses you. Hungrily, like he was afraid that someone would take you from him, even if it's impossible.
Your heart almost jumps out of your chest, when he smiles against your lips because you're the happiest person alive. Kissing him feels like observing the fireworks on the night sky when you were a kid; mesmerizing, addicting, making you want more of that sweet poison. It's almost amusing how long you've waited for another kiss to happen – his lips belonged on yours, and that was a fact.
The only difference between that kiss and the others?
You know that you will go out on a date, you know that both of you are willing to try to make something out of this friendship, other than a "friendly" kisses.
It makes your heart go wild, honestly. Younger you wouldn't believe that, not in a million years; younger version would probably laugh at you, thinking you're making a joke. What is beautiful about this situation is the fact that Kyle Garrick, Gaz for his comrades, was more serious about this date than about anything in his life.
"So what you had in mind to bake? Before we got a little… carried away." you ask, when your forehead is against his after this little make-out session.
At first, Kyle looks at you like he doesn't know about you are talking about, at all. Before you could answer, his face lights up, and he lets out a little ooh.
"Well." he laughs. "I don't know. I lied."
"You lied?" you raise your eyebrow, holding back a laugh that lingers on your tongue. "Sugar was the main reason you came here in the first place, loverboy."
"Loverboy, huh?" he smirks, as he kisses your cheek a few times, lovingly. It's like he wants you addicted to him already, even if he doesn't say it out loud. You just know. "Yeah, I lied, love. Needed a reason to see you and have this conversation, honestly."
"You could just tell me that we needed to talk. I really thought that you're gonna bake something and you'd share, ya know?" you tease, kissing the tip of his nose.
"Mmm, it wouldn't have that dramatic effect, if I'm bein' honest with you." he shrugs, and that makes you grin, widely. "What do you want to eat, though? Cookies seems good to bake together, if you're hungry."
"Mmm… cookies. Chip chocolate ones?" you suggest, knowing that this man just loves them to the core.
"Yes. Abso-fucking-lutely." he points at you, and then, practically runs to the kitchen, with you in his arms, bridal style.
And when you observe how he prepares everything, you think how lucky you got to have a best friend like that. Best friend who gets excited on the thought of chocolate chip cookies, when you just made out five minutes earlier.
Best friend that was on the way to be your lover, now.
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Mr. Wonderful
This is a love story.
I'd like to say it was a classic case of love at first sight, but I don't know if that's true.
All I know for certain is that it's a love that was meant to be.
We don't get many quality folk in this dump that calls itself a diner. Truckers who haven't seen a washcloth in days – weeks maybe. Bums who stumble in to get out of the cold, taking up table space long after they've drained the last drop of coffee in their cup. Old folks on a tight budget looking for a cheap meal. Cheaters looking to score, streetwalkers looking to oblige them. Impatient, forlorn, pitiful people. Losers, every one.
He stood out like a sunbeam slicing through a cloudy sky. Clean, well-dressed, and handsome – god, he took my breath away with his movie star good looks. He was way prettier than the models you see in those fancy magazines – the ones I leaf through in the grocery line, but can never afford to buy.
“I'm gonna to marry that man,” I murmured.
Rhonda snapped her gum as she turned her head to follow my gaze. “Him?” She snorted. “Honey, he's out of your league. Married. Or gay. My money is on gay. Look at the long-haired fella he's with. There's something going on between them.”
“I don't care. I want that table. I'll trade you for the party of six.” I hitched my thumb towards table three.
The cackling old biddies sitting there were fussy, but they were surprisingly good tippers. Regulars who liked to meet up after church, or their book club, or whatever. Normally, Rhonda and I butted heads over who got to serve 'em.
“Your loss.” Rhonda shrugged and sauntered away. I saw the good-looking guy shoot a glance at her ample bosom as she walked by.
Gay, my ass.
I popped a couple of buttons on my blouse, the better to display my cleavage. If he liked boobs, mine were an even bigger eyeful than Rhonda's. The rest of the package wasn't bad either.
The green eyes that turned my way as I approached the back-corner booth set me in mind of an emerald I once saw in a store window. Dazzling. No other word for it.
“What can I offer you, gentlemen?” I asked in as sultry a voice as I could muster.
“Well, I don't know,” Mr. Wonderful drawled – and damned if he didn't sound just as good as he looked. “What do you have to offer?” The suggestive smile that accompanied the question set my pulse racing and my cheeks ablaze.
“Dean!” the tall one barked.
Oh-oh. I quickly suppressed a sigh. Jealous boyfriend alert. Abort! Abort!
But it would appear luck was on my side, because the next words out of his mouth were:
“You'll have to excuse my brother. He... He's...” Mr. Tall flung up his hands, as if giving up on trying to explain the unexplainable.
His (hallelujah!) brother grinned unrepentantly.
“I'll have a salad – the house dressing is fine,” Mr. Tall continued, obviously deeming it better for all concerned if he changed the subject. “He'll have the double cheeseburger with fries. And, uh... two coffees, please. Make mine decaf.”
“And pie,” Dean added. His eyes caressed my name tag, before straying over to the curve of my breast. “Apple if you've got it, Sherri with an 'i'. With whipped cream –”
“And a cherry on top?”
“Ahh, a woman after my own heart. Thank you, darlin'.”
I could feel the weight of his stare as I walked away. Who could blame me if I put a little extra wiggle in my walk?
“Not gay,” I whispered as Rhonda and I crossed paths. “With his brother. And he's a first class flirt.”
“Hrmph,” she muttered. “That don't mean nothing. I might bump him from gay to bi, but that's the best I can do for you. My gaydar's never wrong.”
Have I ever mentioned how much I hate Rhonda? She's my best friend and I love her to bits, but she can be an insufferable pain in the ass when she thinks she's right. Which is all the time.
I wasn't going to let her be right this time. Mr. Wonderful – Dean! – was the kind of man I'd been dreaming of for far too many years. I was through with settling for Cracker Jack toys! I wanted a real prize. And there he was... not ten feet away.
A glance over my shoulder at the booth showed Dean frowning as Mr. Tall shoved his laptop towards him. They both seemed pretty engrossed by whatever was on that screen. Real serious, like. So it would appear that I had a little competition after all. Digital competition. Pfftt! I wasn't worried about that. With my looks and bubbly personality, most men easily sway the way I want them to go. I fluffed my hair and unfastened yet another button. Hey, when you're going for the gold, you gotta give it all you've got.
I picked up the tray containing their order and called up my best smile. The megawatt one that best shows off my dimples and pearly whites.
That smile dimmed considerably as I turned to face them.
There was a third person in the booth. Another man. Another looker, with dark, wind-swept hair and heavy five o'clock shadow on his chiseled jaw. Dean had scooched over to make room for Mr. Trench Coat, but they were sitting close. Really close. In fact, they were pressed together from shoulder to hip to knee.
Dean caught my eye as I approached and hissed, “Personal space!”
“My apologies,” Mr. Trench Coat replied in a low rumble that rivalled Dean's for the honour of sexiest voice ever. Though why he was apologizing wasn't clear to me. Dean was the one who hadn't moved over far enough in the first place. The bigger question was where he had come from, though. I hadn't heard the bell ring to announce his arrival. It was a mystery that didn't sit well with me.
“Would you like to place an order, sir?” I said, polite and frosty in the same breath, as I set plates in front of the two brothers.
“No.”
No, thank you. Lovely manners you have, there.
Blue eyes lifted to meet my gaze, staring at me – through me – as if they could see into my very soul.
“No, thank you,” he intoned.
And just like that, I was dismissed. I mattered less to him than the cockroaches in the kitchen.
His eyes turned back to Dean. Dean's gaze fell to his plate. Mr. Tall choked back what could have been a chuckle – or maybe he just swallowed funny.
I beat a hasty retreat. But I wasn't done with table nine yet. Dean was clearly a dessert man. And I had pie as my secret weapon. Homemade pie, too. None of that pasty store-bought stuff most dives like ours serve. I baked it myself twice a week to squeeze a few extra bucks from our skinflint boss, and I wasn't beyond letting that little fact slip when I brought a slice over to Dean. So, take that, Blue Eyes.
Confidence restored, I felt almost generous towards the poor guy. I even brought him a glass of ice water – which he didn't touch. Nor did he thank me for it.
It was a fairly busy night, but I kept glancing over to that corner as I hurried about my tasks. Dean had once again inched closer to Blue Eyes – or maybe Blue Eyes was crowding him? Either way, their knees and elbows were knocking. Mr. Tall noticed this too. Judging from the knowing little smirk he wore, it wasn't the first time he'd seen it happen. But even his eyebrows rose when Blue Eyes casually swiped a fry from Dean's plate, and Dean didn't so much as blink. He'd slapped Mr. Tall's hand when he'd tried that trick not five minutes before, hard, growling something along the lines of, “if you insist on eating rabbit food, don't expect me to share the good stuff.”
Blue Eyes dove in for another fry. And then a third. And then he snagged Dean's coffee and took a tentative sip.
Apparently, that wasn't much to his liking. I had to turn away from the sourpuss face he pulled, just so I didn't laugh out loud. When I turned back, Dean was doctoring his coffee – pouring in creamer and adding tons of sugar – all without taking his eyes off the computer screen or his mind off his ongoing conversation with Mr. Tall. He removed the stir stick from the mug and licked it. Blue Eyes took advantage of his distracted state to grab the coffee and cautiously sample the results. He smiled and took a second, deeper drink. And a fourth fry.
It was with considerably less enthusiasm than I had originally planned that I delivered the pie and declared it was made by yours truly.
Oh, I hovered in the vicinity, ready and eager to reap the rewards of my labour, but I had a sinking feeling that Rhonda – once again – was going to be proven right.
Sure enough, I wasn't the one Dean sought out after the first bite. The look of bliss that crossed his face was all I'd wished for – and more – but it was Blue Eyes he turned to. Blue Eyes on the receiving end of an ecstatic smile. Blue Eyes who obligingly opened his mouth when so prompted, and thus received the second forkful of my pie.
What Blue Eyes thought of it, I'll never know. For at that very moment, the bell that had been faithfully announcing arrivals and departures (except for Blue Eyes', of course) blasted from its place above the door, followed by the door itself. Shattered glass flew in all directions, and the metal frame embedded itself in table five. I heard Rhonda scream, saw her limping for the kitchen with blood seeping from a gash on her left leg. Customers who jumped up, preparing to follow her example and flee, were trampled as a horde of people poured into the diner – fifteen – twenty – maybe more. They looked like a biker gang, all dressed in black leather with dangling chains, all tattoos and piercings and unkempt beards. We've had a lot of bikers pass through. Most of 'em never cause a spot of trouble, though a couple of times we've had rival gangs rumbling in our parking lot. But I'd never, ever before seen black eyes like this lot had. Black. So very black. Like the gates of hell must be...
I'm a little hazy on what happened next. There was a lot of hollering and pushing and crashing. Things flew through the air – tables, chairs, even people.
I slipped in a puddle of what I sincerely hoped was ketchup, and felt myself falling... but, somehow, Dean was there to catch me. He scooped me up in his arms like the hero in one of those stupid romance novels Rhonda likes to read. He carried me through the mêlée, shoved me into the restroom, and told me to lock the door and keep it locked.
He didn't have to tell me twice. I didn't have to see any more to know that whatever was happening out there, it was bad. Really bad.
I just prayed the bathroom door was strong enough to keep it from happening to me.
If there had been a window, I would have climbed out of it and run away.
But there wasn't a window. And I would never have known the end of the story if I had skipped out at the middle.
Two clear voices rang out, rising above the continuous chorus of furious shouts and frantic cries. A sudden wash of light crept under the door, almost blinding me with its intensity. The silence that followed was almost worse than the horrible noise that preceded it.
I'm not ashamed to admit I screamed like a little girl when a quiet knock sounded on the door. I was bawling like one too, I was that scared: snot and mascara smearing my face, breath hitching and heart hammering fit to burst.
“Sherri? Sherri, it's Sam. It's over. It's okay to come out.”
“I don't know you, Sam.” I sniffled and drew closer to the door, but I wasn't about to open it. “Why should I trust you?”
“I'm Dean's brother.”
“Where's Dean?”
“He was injured in the attack. Cas is... uh... patching him up. Don't worry, Dean's in good hands.”
“Is Cas a doctor?”
“No... not exactly. He's... It's hard to explain. Sherri, will you open the door? We have to get you out of here.”
“Dean told me to stay put.”
“Oh, for Christ's sake,” I heard Sam mutter. And then, louder, “Cas! Can you help Dean over here? I need him to convince Sherri that it's safe.”
Slow, shuffling footsteps made their way across the floor. It felt like an eternity before the voice I wanted to hear finally spoke my name.
“Sherri,” he said wearily. “It's Dean. Open the door.”
Blue Eyes was standing there scowling at me when I cracked the door open. His arm was snugly draped around Dean's waist, clearly supporting most of his weight. Dean's arm was slung around Blue Eyes' shoulders, further steading himself. I suppose I should have felt guilty for making Dean come to me in his condition, but I didn't. I flung myself against his chest and hugged him tight. But not too tight, and not for as long as I really wanted to hold him. His quick gasp let me know how much his ribs were hurting him.
“Thank you,” I said, reluctantly stepping back. “Thank you for saving my life.”
“It's what we do. Besides, how could I deprive the world of a five star pie maker like you?” The cocky grin was back and (damn!) it looked good on his face. Even bruised and bleeding, he was one fine looking man.
Blue Eyes' fingers twitched, knotting into the fabric of Dean's shirt. His little finger brushed against bare flesh where the shirt had rucked up. Dean shivered and turned a questioning gaze his way. “Sam will take you home,” he said absentmindedly, as if he'd already forgotten I was still standing there. It was obvious he was trying real hard to fit a puzzle together, as if he'd just found a missing piece and the picture was finally making sense.
Sam ushered me away, his giant hand hovering near my face, ready to shield me from the worst of the carnage, or so I believed at that moment. We were almost to the door when a thought struck me.
“Rhonda!” I exclaimed, suddenly stopping dead in my tracks. “She went into the kitchen. She was hurt.”
“Wait here.” Sam righted a toppled chair and gently but firmly insisted I sit down. I bit my lip as I looked around. Carnage? Where was the carnage? There should have been bodies. Lots of bodies. But there were none, just a strange, dark ash that coated every surface. As if the people had been burned away.
I remembered the blazing light.
Just before it flared, I remembered a voice calling, “Dean! Dean!” Desperation filled the cry. The anguish of a man about to lose all that he held dear. The voice of a blue-eyed man who liked his coffee overly sweet.
And I remembered Dean's voice crying out in reply. One single word: “Cas!” As if the name carried with it a thousand conversations they'd never had – should have had – might now have.
The kitchen door swung on its rusty hinges, and Sam came towards me carrying Rhonda as if she weighed no more than a kitten. She was unconscious, but alive. I felt my heart blossom in relief as I rose from the chair and rested a hand on her arm. Sam led us out the door. Out to the blessed smell of fresh air, where a hint of rain lingered like a promise on the breeze.
I don't know why I turned around for one final look at Mr. Wonderful.
He didn't look back at me.
He and Blue Eyes were too busy staring into each other's eyes.
Slowly, Dean leaned forward. Just as slowly, Blue Eyes tilted his head and leaned in to meet him halfway.
All love stories should end with such a tender, yearning kiss.
And, like I said at the beginning, this is a love story.
It just isn't mine.
Originally posted 2015-03-03. Just thought it might be fun to post some old stories here. :)
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since i was a child
before i even understood what it meant to call myself a girl
i was held to a standard i never knew about
to this day i don’t know where it came from or who made it
but if i ever find him (i’m sure they’re a him)
my hands would find his neck
and i’d pass what they would do next
as their “instinct” or “natural order”
but since i was young
before i even knew myself well enough
to know what to call myself
i was told how to look and what to do
i was too young to be teased for having a bit of a tummy
because wasn’t i a child?
weren’t our bodies supposed to be like that?
i was too innocent to be laughed at for the things i said
before i learned to lean into it to prevent the shame, but not the fear
because how could i understand what i was and wasn’t supposed to say?
how was i supposed to know the social stigmata
before i could even spell stigmata?
i had a chest of dress-up things
tucked away in the back of my closet
full of sparkly princess dresses
and glitter-covered plastic heels
with tiaras and crowns
and painful clip-on earrings
because “this is what girls play with”
all the replicas of things from the princess movies
i could never force myself to love
so i used my tooth fairy money
to buy little plastic cars at the dollar store
with wheels that came out of the package sticky on their axle
but then i was always the one out of the loop
playing with toys at my friends’ houses
and no one came to mine
because i never had anything to offer them
that they would truly like
all throughout my youth it seemed
everyone was learning it but me
what to say and what to do
how to look and how to act
in order to be “loved”
my friends became too cruel too quickly
they laughed at me more and more
before i learned to make myself the clown with intention
until eventually they said the real words to my face
i had friends when they needed something
but otherwise i floated
and developed the fear of words behind my back
from faces i knew well
but could not see
the worst thing to happen to youth was the social image
some knew it couldn’t apply to them and that was fine
more knew it couldn’t apply to them and did everything to make it
most knew it couldn’t apply to them and couldn’t make it if they tried
hoodies became girls’ best friends
if diets didn’t
even today the hands of those who’ve lived before me
drag the razor blades over my legs
and under my arms
and across my stomach
my greatest mercy was learning about the l-word
i could finally pin the source of my outcastness on something
i wouldn’t say i ever hated it
but i know it took me time for it to become the home it is to me today
but even then
no one understood it, not where i grew up
so in reality i was ousted further still
some days too nervous to go into the locker room
fearing that my teammates would be scared of me in there
but no one got it better than the women
who used and loved the l-word and the d-word
and i looked up to them more and more
saw myself more and more
i took their looks to my body
i was a walking stereotype
because in my home town
you had to look like you were something
else you were the butt of the joke for other reasons
even worse if you said you were one thing
but never matched the part
i learned that over at least my ten years
even now
when my body and choices are my own
god forbid i add another metal rod through my skin
because then i’ll look like something odd
but i learned about odd from people who used the t-word
and i learned about comfort from those who didn’t use a word at all
i may still act like your token character
but i don’t look like anything in particular anymore
i’m still working on quelling my fear of the voices behind me
but my body is in my own hands and care
and i’ve learned to love her more and more
but not for the reasons the little girl i was might’ve thought
and i keep those other hands far away
from my lip and my chin
i’ll bring the razor there on my own
if only to keep the hair there healthy
— bodily
#something about being raised to a certain beauty standard and learning to love for myself instead#the patron saint of asexual poets#poetry#poem#poems#original poems#original poetry#original poem#original writing#creative writing#poets on tumblr#writers on tumblr#lgbtq poem#lgbtq poetry#lgbtq poet#lgbtq poems
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your sensitive yandere idea has me feeling so many things . my brain is doing the funny thinky rn. i love you <3
but imagine… unintentional exposure therapy session? theyre finally forced to go grocery shopping because they’ve spent days and days obsessing over you, trying to recreate the smell of you in their homes, too busy to take care of themselves and stock up on groceries.
so of course, where else to go but to your favorite grocery store?? (just the thought of being somewhere you frequent makes them shaky…) theyre in the instant food aisle (they don’t care much about nutrition or taste, just anything to keep them alive and thinking of you <3) when lets say, the instant noodles slip out of their hand and onto the floor. grumbling, they reach down to grab it when suddenly their senses are overcome by such an oh so familiar, lovely scent. you.
you pick up the item that the stranger had dropped. for whatever reason, they havent looked up from the group yet, despite standing up. it seems like theyre adamant on staring at the floor. it looks like theyre shaking?
“uh hello? i noticed you dropped this” you begin, a little unsure of this strange encounter. why arent they saying anything? you slowly offer the packet towards them, as if feeding a stray animal. they still dont accept. you continue, “uhhh. ill just leave this here. i really like this brand! good choice. uhm, have a nice day!” and thats all you say before you leave the aisle, undoubtedly weirded out by what just happened. you think you hear a small whimper in response as a thanks, but you couldnt be sure. oh well.
meanwhile, sensitive yandere is moments from breaking down. YOU were there to help them. YOU were so close to them. YOU left the instant noodle package back on the shelf for them to take again. YOU smelled so good… no amount of your perfume could ever replicate the exact way it sits on your skin… or your body.
its safe to say that theyll be saving that instant noodle package for their shrine dedicated to you at home, and will continue to repurchase it until theyre sick of the flavor. which theyll never be.
WAAAAAA YESS!!!!! you get it!!!!! and you worded this so well!!! :0
but i can already imagine the sensitive yandere spending a good few minutes staring at the instant food, panting, shaking, kneeling on the ground with their hands covering their bright red cheeks. some people consider stopping by to see if they need help but, well, it's late at night and everyone decides it's best not to question the obviously malnourished and slightly insane looking stranger who's just. staring. at the item.
next thing they know, they're buying up entire pallets of the stuff but they REFUSE to let the cashier touch the one you touched. it's yours after all... <3
the packet sits prettily next to their other stolen treasures and they have issues sleeping for days, their heart racing everytime they look over at it, every time they smell the food, every. single. minute. this must've been a sign, right? that you loved them? that you cared? you must have recognized them and oh god, your SMELL! one day, they'd finally be able to make a move on you and get to experience your presence for more than just a few seconds. GOD just the thought makes their heart burst!!!
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Everybody in Hellfire catches the same bug except Hellfire Mom. (She had her cootie shots before she started hanging out with a bunch of teenage boys. Good call, Hellfire Mom.) How's she going to take care of her little sheepies? I'm seeing a massive pot of homemade soup being divided into jars and delivered on doorsteps. (Bonus: If she catches it after the boys get better and she doesn't kill them all for getting her sick, how would they return the favor?)
i was really hoping someone would request something like this 🥰 sorry it took so long to finish! i wanted to make sure i included all the boys and i guess it’s kind of funny that it was requested the last time i was sick and i finish it the second time i get sick 😂
Idiot Brothers
Genre- Fluff
Warnings- Mentions of vomiting (nothing explicit)
Tag List- @imagine-all-the-imagines @thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles @munsonology @esme-viridian
Words- 4.6k
The last few days at school had made you feel a bit lonelier than normal. Sure, you still had Dustin and Mike and a few other people in your classes you could still talk to, but without your boys it just felt so much quieter.
You weren’t sure how, but they all had managed to catch the same bug at the same time, and had all been stuck at home in bed for the last couple of days while they tried to get better. Thank god they didn’t get you sick.
Fortunately enough, while they were stuck in their beds with fevers, they had a good friend who had planned on visiting them all. And of course you were bringing them all a little something you put together to help them feel better.
Each one of them had a little care package that you put together, complete with little things to keep them occupied while they were stuck in bed. Pedialyte to help keep them hydrated because you knew at least one of them would refuse to drink any water, cough drops in a different flavor for each of them and of course an extra package of the cherry ones for Gareth since he ate those like candy, and you had packaged them each a little jar of your homemade soup for them to heat up when they were feeling hungry. And of course you had also added in a few extras for them. A few snacks from the corner store, a book to help keep them occupied with something other than TV for a little bit, a box of tea to help with their sore throats and a bit of their congestion, ginger ale to help settle their stomachs a bit, a little stuffed animal to keep with them in bed so they had some company, and of course you had to be a bit of a bad guy and being their missed schoolwork with you. You’ll be damned if they think they’re using this as an excuse to get out of doing the things necessary to graduate.
But you wanted to give them each something a little special along with their care packages to show them that you really cared. A handwritten ‘get well’ note for them to read when they were feeling their worst, and on the envelope for each you had little scribbles and doodles all over it, with the words ‘Love you! Feel better soon <3’ right in the middle.
It was cheesy, but you knew they would appreciate it.
You carefully packed up everything into your car and headed out to give them all their care packages, starting out with Gareth who lived the closest to you.
You pulled into his driveway, giving his dad a wave as you saw him mowing the lawn out front. You parked and grabbed the little basket from your passenger seat and made your way up the front steps of their porch, seeing his mom in the kitchen as soon as you shut the door behind you,
“(y/n), it’s good to see you! Are you here for Gareth?” You nodded and smiled and she pointed to the stairs, “He’s up in his room, you go right on up.”
You quickly made your way upstairs and gently knocked on his bedroom door,
“Gare?”
“Come in!” He shouted to you, sounding a lot more tired than usual.
You slowly opened his door and smiled to him in bed, shutting the door behind you, and as soon as he saw you he smiled.
“How you feeling?”
“Like shit.” He said with a laugh.
You giggled and walked over to his bed, sitting on the edge while making sure you kept your space,
“Well i brought you something that might make you feel a bit better.”
You handed him the basket and he looked through everything with a tired smile,
“(y/n) you didn’t have to get me all this.”
“I know!” You reached a hand out to push back the curls from his face, “But i wanted to bring all you guys something since i knew you weren’t feeling too good. Anyone figure out what it was?”
“Nope. Grant thought it was his allergies at first but then all of us started to feel the same, we figured it’s just the seasons changing and all.”
“Well hopefully you’re not stuck in bed for much longer. I hope you like all the stuff i got for you!”
“Of course i do! This was really sweet of you (y/n), thank you.”
“Aww of course sweetheart,” You leaned over and gently kissed his forehead, “i hope you feel better soon. I should probably get going, i’ve got to bring the other guys their stuff too! Let me know if you’re feeling any better alright?”
He nodded and grabbed one of the boxes of tea from the basket, handing it to you as you stood up from his bed,
“I will. And when you get downstairs would you ask my mom to make some of this for me? Tea sounds really good right now.”
“Of course i will,” You smiled and kissed the top of his head once more before heading to his door, “make sure to read those chapters for english! You know you need to get your grade up.”
Gareth rolled his eyes and picked the book up off of his nightstand,
“Fine. But you have to promise not to nag me about it anymore.”
“Read the chapters and i won’t nag you.”
Gareth smiled and waved to you as you left his room, making your way back downstairs into the kitchen where his mother was still cleaning up from his sisters and their coloring books,
“Mrs. Emerson, Gareth asked if you would make him some of this tea i brought for him?”
“Of course!” She took the box from you with a smile, “Would you like some too?”
“Oh, no, i’m alright thank you. I was just about to head out and bring the rest of the guys their care packages too.”
“You’re a very good friend to have (y/n), they’re lucky to have someone like you around. Tell the boys they’re welcome to come over as soon as they’re better.”
“I will! It was good to see you!”
“You too dear, take care.”
You smiled and as you left you waved back to his dad before getting back into your car and making your way over to Grants house, your next stop.
As you pulled down his street you could see his dad and a few of his friends outside working on their motorcycles in the driveway, giving you a wave as they saw you.
You happily waved back as you parked your car in front of their house, grabbing Grants care package from the back and slamming your car door shut.
“Hey there little miss, how’ve you been?” His dad asked you as him and the guys made a path for you to walk around them and all their bikes, opening his arm up to give you a side hug as you walked past him and the rest of his friends.
“I’ve been good! Not feeling sick thank god, but i cant say the same for the rest of them.”
“Yeah, Grants been locked up in his room, you bring that for him?”
“I did! I made one for each of the guys, i figured they needed some cheering up while they’re at home.”
“Isn’t that sweet!” He said with a laugh, the rest of his friends agreeing, “Well he’s up in his room, you go right in.”
You smiled at his friends as you walked into their home through the garage door, finding his stepmom in their living room with a book in her hand as she was laid out on their sofa, one of her 70’s pop records playing softly in the background. As soon as she heard the garage door open, she greeted you with an excited smile,
“(y/n)! Sweetie it’s so wonderful to see you!” She set her book onto the coffee table and quickly ran up to hug you, “Is this for Grant? That is so sweet of you, did you need me to help you bring it up?”
“Oh no, i think i’ve got it, thank you though! And yes, it’s for Grant, i got all the guys a little care package since i know him and all the rest of them aren’t feeling too well.”
“Isn’t that nice! Well he’s upstairs in his room, you go right on up.”
You smiled and quickly went up the stairs, following the sound of groans and coughs to the door near the stairs.
You knocked gently before cracking the door open and peeking your head in,
“Grant? You feeling alright?”
You spotted him in bed, the TV on low volume as it looked like he had just woken up from a nap. He rubbed his eyes and turned, a smile tugging at his lips when he saw you,
“(y/n), what are you doing here? i’m sick, i don’t want you to catch anything.”
“I’ll be fine! If i didn’t get sick when you guys were around me i don’t think i’ll get sick now. I’ve got something for you.” You smiled and stepped forward, placing the little basket of things next to him in bed.
He looked through it and smiled happily at all the things you had packed up for him, but frowning as soon as he saw his missed schoolwork in the back,
“You really got my hopes up with all this nice stuff, you really expect me to get all these study guides finished?”
“If you want to go on the end of the year trip to Six Flags i sure do. You’ve been dying to go on it, just do it when you’re in bed or something, there’s 24 hours in a day and i’m sure you’ll find time for them.”
“Yeah, 24 hours but i’m asleep for 20 of those.”
You laughed to yourself at his stubbornness, fully expecting him to act upset over seeing his schoolwork, but of course you prepared him a little something extra.
You reached out and showed him the jar of soup you had made and his eyes lit up as he grabbed it from you.
“No fucking way, is that soup you made when Wayne was sick a few months ago?”
“Yep! I know how much you like it so i made you a little extra.”
“You’re the best (y/n).”
“I know!” You said with a smile, taking a few steps closer to him and leaning down to kiss the top of his head, “Did you want me to ask your stepmom to heat it up for you?”
“Would you mind?”
“Of course not! I’ll bring it down to her. I think i should get going too, i’ve already stopped at Gareths place so now i’ve just got Eddie and Jeff.”
He nodded and handed you the jar, settling himself back into bed as you approached his bedroom door,
“Get lots of rest ok? And you’ll call me if you’re feeling better?”
“I will, i promise.”
You smiled and waved to one another before you slowly shut his bedroom door, making sure to keep quiet as you stepped back downstairs, though the sound of his dad and his buddies leaving on their motorcycles didn’t do much to help.
His stepmom was changing out one of her records in the living room when she saw you step back down from the stairs, holding the jar in your hand,
“How’s he doing sweetheart?”
“He seems like he’s doing alright, but he’s been pretty sleepy,” You held out the jar of soup for her to take, “I made this to help him feel a bit better, he wanted to know if you’d heat it up for him?”
“Absolutely! How sweet of you to make this for him, are you going to stick around?”
“Oh i’d love to but i can’t, i made little care packages for each of the guys and i’ve still got Jeff and Eddie, it was good to see you though!”
“Good to see you too hon! When he’s feeling all better we’d love to have you and your family over for dinner again.”
“That sounds great! Cant wait until then.”
She gave you a kind wave as you left, slowly walking down the driveway and back to your car as you got yourself ready to head over to Jeff’s place.
The drives between houses thankfully weren’t long, but still it felt like the task had been taking a while to finish. You didn’t think much of it, a quick cough snapping you out of your train of thought as you pulled down Jeff’s street and spotted their long driveway.
You pulled in and noticed that only his sisters car had been in the driveway, parents must’ve been at work today.
You parked behind her car in the driveway, grabbing his package from the back and walking up the steps of his porch to ring the doorbell.
His sister answered and gave you a kind smile,
“Hey (y/n), you know Jeff is sick right?”
“I know, the rest of the guys are sick too,” You held up the package for her to see, “I made them all these little care packages to help them feel a bit better.”
“That’s awfully nice of you,” She opened the door for you to step inside and you kicked off your shoes at the door, “He should be in the basement, you know where it is. You know it surprises me how you’re able to stand all of them.” She said with a laugh.
“I mean, they’re just boys.” You shrugged, “It’s like having four idiot brothers that you have to babysit all the time. It sounds bad, but you get used to it after a while.”
“Oh god, i’ve just got the one, i can’t imagine three more.”
You laughed with one another before she went back to her movie in the living room. You found the basement door and slowly opened it, knocking on the wall before stepping down the last step.
“Jeff, you up?”
You saw him laid out on the couch, a pillow behind his head and a few blankets over him. He must’ve been the one to get the chills from being sick.
He turned his head and smiled as he saw you,
“Hey (y/n)! What are you doing here? I don’t want to get you sick.”
“Oh please, i’ll be fine!” You walked around the couch and held out the care package for him, “I brought you something, i figured it might help you feel a bit better.”
“No way! You didn’t have to do all this,” He smiled as he sat up and looked through the package, pulling out one of the boxes of cough drops and popping a few into his mouth, “Thanks, i really needed some of this stuff.”
“I’m just hoping all you guys feel better soon,” You moved your arm over your mouth as you coughed a few times, “you can’t imagine how boring it’s been at school without you guys.”
Jeff handed you the box of cough drops,
“Here, take one, let’s hope you’re not sick like the rest of us.”
You took a few and placed one in your mouth, the other ones going into the pocket of your jacket,
“Thanks, but i should be alright. I’ve already visited Gareth and Grant, i think it’s just a cough.”
“Yeah well better safe than sorry.”
“I guess you’re right,” You said with a shrug, “how you been feeling?”
“Freezing. I’ve had nonstop chills, i keep making my sister put blankets and socks in the dryer for me to help keep me warm but even with all these layers i’m still cold.”
“That sounds awful! Did you want me to get you another blanket or something?”
“Oh no, i’ll be alright for now,” He smiled and settled back into the couch, “I was actually about to take a nap before you came in, it might be a little easier with all these goodies.”
“Well then i should get going and let you take your nap, i’ve still got Eddie to visit.”
“Hopefully he’s not too bad, i think he’s got it the worst out of all of us.” He pulled the blankets back up over him and made himself comfortable on the couch he was laid out on, “Tell him i said ‘hey’ alright?”
“Of course! You want me to shut the light off?”
“Could you?”
“No problem,” You smiled and gave him a quick kiss on the head before going back to the stairs, “feel better sweetie.”
You shut the basement light off and made your way back upstairs, quietly shutting the door behind you and giving his sister a wave before heading back out to your car, ready to make your last stop at Eddie’s.
Before making your drive over, you coughed a few more times and felt your throat start to get a bit sore, but you just shrugged it off and placed another one of Jeff’s cough drops into your mouth. You couldn’t be sick. There was no way. It was just a cough.
You shook it off and made the short drive over to the trailer park, keeping your eye out for Eddie’s van parked out front. Once you spotted it, you smiled, knowing that Eddie was finally doing what he was told and staying home.
He had been the most stubborn about being sick, and he’d even shown up to school looking his worst before ever admitting he was sick. He was definitely the cause for the rest of the guys getting sick, but when Jeff said he had gotten the worst of it, it made you feel a bit bad for the stubborn boy.
You parked your car and grabbed the very last care package from the back, slowly walking up the stairs and opening the front door of the trailer. You knew Eddie always kept it unlocked when Wayne was at work.
“Eddie?” You called out for him as you shut the door behind you, looking around for him in the trailer but he was nowhere to be found.
You assumed he was in his bedroom until you heard the sounds of retching from the bathroom.
You set the care package onto the kitchen counter and quickly went to find Eddie, tapping on the bathroom door and waiting for his answer,
“Eddie, can i come in?”
You waited another moment to see if he would respond but when all you could hear was him retching once more and you opened the bathroom door, seeing him hunched over the toilet as he threw up once more,
“Oh, poor baby,” You shut the door behind you and sat next to him on the bathroom floor, holding his hair back for him with one hand and slowly rubbing his back with the other, “It’s ok, i got you.”
You groaned as you watched him cough and spit into the toilet one last time before reaching a hand up and flushing it. He sighed and coughed one more time before leaning his head up slowly and looking at you with a pained smile,
“Thanks.”
“Of course sweetie, here,” You let go of his hair and leaned over to the sink, grabbing the bottle of mouthwash for him, “get that taste out of your mouth.”
He took a swig and swished it through his cheeks before spitting it into the toilet and flushing once more, handing the bottle back to you. You placed it back onto the sink and stood up,
“All done?”
“I should be.” He slowly stood up from the tile floor and coughed a few more times.
“You get back into bed,” You open the bathroom door for him to step back into his bedroom as you made your way into the kitchen to grab his care package, “I’ve got a present for you.”
As you walked into his bedroom he had finished pulling the covers over himself and he smiled seeing the care package in your hands,
“Aww, i knew you liked me (y/n).”
“Oh please,” You smiled and rolled your eyes, handing the package to him, “all the guys got one, you just so happened to be the last.”
“You know i’m joking. Thanks, this was really nice of you.”
“I try. I figured you guys might need some cheering up after being like this for the last few days.” You sat on the end of his bed, making sure to keep your distance just to make sure your cough didn’t turn into anything worse than what it was.
He looked through the basket and took out the little stuffed teddy bear, setting it next to him in bed,
“And you brought me a friend too.”
“I figured it wasn’t too fun to be stuck all alone.”
“Got that right.”
You turned your head to cough once more, this time your chest starting to ache as you did so and Eddie could hear that it was uncomfortable for you,
“We didn’t get you sick too did we?”
“I hope not, i’d kill you guys if i got sick.” You stood up from his bed and leaned in towards him, pushing his bangs back and lightly kissing his forehead, “I think i’m going to head home, it’s been a long day taking all this stuff to you guys.”
“You definitely deserve some rest after dealing with all of us.”
You smiled and placed the last of your cough drops between your lips,
“You get some rest too. And you’ll let me know if you’re feeling any better right hon?”
“I will. Promise.”
You gave him a wave and closed the door to his bedroom, fishing your keys out of your pocket and getting yourself back into the drivers seat of your car.
As you turned the key in the ignition you started to feel a bit off. Definitely not how you felt when you left the house.
It wasn’t cold out, but you could feel a chill on the back of your neck. You hadn’t eaten too much that day but your stomach started to turn. It wasn’t until you felt your forehead start to heat up that you knew something was wrong.
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You groaned as you looked at the temperature on the thermometer between your fingers.
101.3.
Ever since you had gotten home from bringing the boys their care packages, you knew you had gotten sick.
Fever, nausea, chills and heat flashes, congestion, dehydration. Of course they had given you all the worst parts of being sick.
Luckily you had everything you needed yo keep yourself occupied while you were stuck away in your room.
Lots of water, a comfy bed, plenty of blankets, and lots of books and movies to keep you entertained for as long as you needed. Not to mention this was the perfect time to catch up on some well deserved naps.
But it did get a bit lonely being stuck away from your friends.
They still called every day just to talk and catch up with you, Eddie even kept you on speaker during Hellfire so it was like you were there with them but it still wasn’t the same.
As you watched Gremlins for what felt like the sixth time that week, you heard a gentle knock at your bedroom door, and you smiled as you saw your boys peek into your room.
“It’s ok for us to come in right?” Grant asked.
“It is, you guys can come in.” You sat up in bed, your blankets still bundled up over your lap as they entered your room, each of them holding a little wrapped up present for you.
“Sorry for getting you sick.” Gareth said as he shut your door.
“It’s alright, don’t be sorry,” You giggled, “it was bound to happen eventually.”
“But we still feel bad about it.” Jeff approached you first, handing you the gift he was holding, “and we know you put a lot of time and effort into the stuff you gave us when we were sick, so we wanted to give you some stuff to help you while you’re sick.”
“Aww, that’s so sweet of you, thank you!” You placed the package into your lap and quickly unwrapped it, seeing that Jeff had gotten you a few bottles of your favorite color of gatorade, along with a few of your favorite snacks and some ginger tea to help your sore throat.
Grant was next, eagerly handing you your present. It was a bit heavier than you were expecting but once you opened it you could see why.
His stepmom had made you some of her own homemade soup and he had gotten you some ginger ale and lemon lime pop to help settle your stomach. Along with a few boxes of tissues and he had even rented you a few of your favorite movies from Family Video to give you some more variety than the same few things you’d been watching over and over again.
Eddie moved between the two of them to hand you your present, and in normal Eddie fashion, you saw little doodles all over the paper that surrounded your gift.
He had made you a few new cassettes to listen to while you were in bed, a couple packages of different flavor cough drops, and he had even gotten you a little stuffed animal of your own to keep you company while they were gone.
Gareth had the biggest gift for you, though you figured with how generous his family was, all of it definitely wasn’t from him.
Inside was a little container of his moms cookies that she knew you loved, and his younger sisters had even made you get well presents of their own. A few colored in pages from their coloring books and some homemade bracelets, which you thought was very sweet of them.
And you figured the rest was from Gareth, a bottle of pedialyte, and some horror books for when you wanted a break from your movies.
“Guys, you didn’t have to do all this for me.”
“Well you didn’t have to give us all that stuff when we were sick.” Eddie said with a smile.
“We really hope you get better soon (y/n),” Grant said from next to you, “to be honest it’s been pretty boring at lunch and during Hellfire without you there.”
“Aww you guys are so sweet to me.” You gathered up the presents from them and moved them next to your bed, making some room for you to spread out.
“We didn’t want to bother you for too long, we figured we’d stop by and give you your presents and then let you get some rest.” Jeff leaned over and gave you a kiss on the top of your head, “Feel better soon (y/n).” He has stepped back to let the other boys say their goodbyes.
“Let us know when you’re feeling better ok?” Gareth leaned over and gave you another kiss to your head and you nodded in response.
“We we’re gonna bring your homework but i guess you’re caught up on everything,” Grant leaned over to kiss your head, “I guess you just got lucky.”
You giggled,
“Yeah, sure.”
Eddie smiled and leaned down, giving you one last kiss on your forehead,
“Feel better sis.”
You smiled and waved at them as they left and shut your bedroom door quietly behind them.
You grabbed one of the movies Grant had brought for you and quickly popped it into your VHS player, climbing back into bed and getting yourself comfortable for another nap.
You were lucky to have friends that cared about you as much as you cared about them.
Even if they did act like your idiot brothers sometimes.
#stranger things#stranger things 4#eddie munson#gareth emerson#jeff stranger things#freak stranger things#corroded coffin#hellfire club#hellfire mom
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hi angel🫶🏻 how are you doing?
i missed you too!! this week has been super dense for everyone istg😪
onew!!! i’m so excited! i wish i could go to the fanmeet too😭😭😭 oh to live in or close to korea😩 but fr i need to save up for shinee tour bc i have a feeling that they’re coming to the US in like a year. and i can’t wait! shinee, my angels💜 the little whale!! that’s so cute😭💜 pls send me a haul of what you get him once you send it to him!! i just know it’ll be the cutest and he’ll love everything sm! i love how they’re handling his comeback fr!! im so excited for this era!
fr! i’ve had such a tough week too. i treated myself to some iced coffee on thursday bc ive been trying to cut down on expenses too (but at least once a week iced coffee is a must). i came back to my mom’s and saw my kitty (tofu’s brother) had blood on his toe literally rn and we’re waiting for some tranquilizers to make effect to see how we can handle de situation and if it’s necessary to have an emergency vet visit. on a better note, i have a friend who’s a tattoo apprentice and im speaking with them to get some small tattoos done soon!
and ateez!!!! i wanted to go see them at coachella soooooo badly! but i was so set on seeing skz (my ults, my darlings) and i love love love ateez but im glad that i waited for lolla instead of coachella😂 im sorry san/yeosang my beloveds💔 im so pumped to see their performance too! (also ur watchparty outfit is so cute!!! ).
yaaaaas dragging ateez pcs in cute little pc holders, we love to see it!! 🥹
i also had to skip on txt this year!! my only kpop friend irl invited me right after i spent the whooping lolla amount😂 but i got an album which hasn’t arrived yet but im so excited to see the pulls! and want the cereal soooo badly for my shrine😭
alsooooooo did you see that apparently lee know and eunwoo went to see jk near his base??? like hello, visual trio wtfff. this was literally me:
i love you bb!! i hope the weekend treats you better!!💜
(the pc from my nephew’s story btwww!)
HELWLELEPRDPELEKKEKE THIS ASK COMPLETELY FROZE SO IT WAS JUST THE FIRE PIC AND I THOUGHT YOU SENT ME THAT W NO CONTEXT LMAOOOO 😭😭😭😭
Hi my baby!!!!!! Ahhh it’s so good to chat again!!!! This week has been so hellish for so many of us GOSH I just want to curl up and sleep and not wake up for like 2 weeks straight
AHHHHH MANIFESTING SHINEE TOUR SOOO HARDDDD I am getting ready as we speak to go to the kpop store bc they got some new shinee pcs in stock and I fully intend on buying every Onew one that exists 🫶🫶🫶🫶 Onew my beloved 🐋 ALSO YESSSS I will make sure to post a haul before I send him my care package!!!! I’m so excited 😭😭
Oh my god noooo I feel like you can’t get a break with all these cat incidents lately!! I’m so sad 😢 keep me posted with what happens!! My cat has been having some itching and we took her to the vet but they didn’t find anything wrong so they just prescribed some ointment and told us to make sure she doesn’t go outside (she’s indoor-only so she def didn’t contract anything!) but she’s just been super itchy lately and it’s super weird. I think it’s possibly just the change in weather and overall pollen or dust? So odd :/
ATEEZ’S COACHELLA SET OHHHH MY GODDDDD IT WAS FUCKING INSAENENEDNMDSMSME I CANT BELIEVE THEY JUST CASUALLY GOT 9TH SYMPHONY WONDERLANDDDD JONGHO’S HIGH NOTE AND SEONGHWA SWORD…. Also San’s abs??? Mingi’s fix on body paint??? CANT SPELL ATEEZ WITHOUT ATE 😋😋😋😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫
I’m debating going to see txt because I’ve seen a lot of people local to me selling their tickets but I can’t decide yet! ANDDDD Ateez did allude to US tour so I have more money I need to be saving 😵💫 Will keep u posted!
ALSO YESSSSS LEE KNOW X JUNGKOOK X EUNWOO IS A CRAZYYYY COMBINATION HWLEPDLWKWKDKDN I WOULDVE DIEDDDDD
I love you bby have the bestttt weekend!!!! Have a lil treat and some coffee and relax so much. Ily ily 🫶💕💖💘💝💞
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Some interesting things I learned:
My state does not allow sex shops. The company I work for is recognized as a novelty store/retailer for medical and educational devices. This is what allows my company to exist. "Stress relief" is a medically recognized and valid reason. Lingerie is considered clothing. Our restraints and such can be deemed either for medical reasons or for law enforcement. I tell you this because I believe sex and proper sexual education is a fundamental human right. Know your laws, and find loop holes.
Sometimes the things we sell aren't used for sex. Someone may buy a dildo for display, someone else may buy a gag gift knowing it will never be used. I was told about a man who bought one of the really expensive full body silicone dolls because his wife passed away and he simply couldn't bear to have an empty bed. We also have plenty of actual toys. Infinite bubble wrap shaped like a penis or boob, stress balls shaped like testicles, candy shaped like everything from sex positions to condoms.
If you use supplements such as pills or gummies, ask the seller if they have any advice for use. Some are not safe to use with drugs or alcohol. Most of them have shit loads of caffeine and will fuck with people with caffeine sensitivity/HBP/LBP/heart conditions/etc. ALWAYS keep the packaging until you know for sure it is out of your system. If you react poorly and need medical attention, this will tell medical staff exactly what you took. If you happen to get a bad batch or something, you have all the necessary product information. I don't care if you've used the same brand for decades, keep the fucking packaging for at least 72 hours after consumption.
It's perfectly fine to not know what you want. Talk to an employee, tell them what you like, and they will help guide you.
If you're buying a toy you know you are going to use a lot, splurge on the price tag (you'll thank me later). If you're just experimenting, cheap is the way to go.
For the love of God don't buy anything advertised as "jelly" or if you see the word "phthalate". Jelly is a porous material and impossible to clean properly, and phthalates are potentially carcinogenic. Stay away from hard plastics too. If it has a strong chemically smell, it's probably Jelly. I know they're wallet friendly, but they're not body friendly. Body safe materials include medical grade silicone, metal, glass, and some stone or properly finished wood toys. When in doubt, reach for medical grade silicone, stainless steel, or borosilicate glass. These are body safe and easy to clean.
If it says "for novelty use only", that's not a joke. It was made cheap and has cheap materials, usually some kind of carcinogen. When it comes to the world of sex, cheap generally means bad. Companies get away with this because sex toys ARE NOT FDA REGULATED. It's genuinely up to you to keep yourself healthy and safe. If the packaging says for novelty use only and you're not planning on putting it on a shelf or something, get something else.
Some toys have built in speakers and will talk to you, particularly dolls or torso toys. They don't have volume controls. Buyer beware.
If you want a packer, a lot of sex shops sell them. They're realistic, made of silicone, and are good quality, and are relatively cheap. Downsides include most require a harness to hold in place and (at least my store) only sells them in natural colors (read: skin colors).
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ARB Birthday Special: Aranai Norikoru
~~ June 21st ~~
"I'd rather be hated for who I am than be loved for who I'm not."
Login Lines:
*Sighs* "Okay, last package for the day, thank God. Let's see... this is one's addressed to... me? ...What the hell? Is this someone's idea of a joke or something?"
"...Wait? It says... 'Happy Birthday?' ...Oh crap! Today is my birthday, isn't it?! How the hell could I forget that? Especially since I'm now freakin' 21!"
Voice Lines:
*Sighs* "Sheesh, I'm used to having people know me and cheer for me, but they always tend to go overboard on my birthday. Kind of ironic since I'm more used to being hated and disliked than adored."
"Man, I'm 21 years old. ...I can scarcely believe it. Honestly though, I don't really feel any different than I did back when I was 20 or 19. Only thing that's different now is that I'm legally an adult, which is both good and bad depending on how you look at it. I know the f'ing pigs are happy..."
"My friends and homegirls bought me some sake for my birthday. It's actually a name-brand kind, not like the kind I drink at the bar almost every night. I'm almost tempted not to drink it. ...Psyche! I can't wait to down this baby later on!"
"You know, I did some research on what's so special about the 21st of June. Aside from having the same day of birth as that army guy from fucking Yokohama, the 21st is typically known as 'Summer Solstice'. Apparently, some cultures celebrate it cause it's the beginning of Summer or something like that. I don't really get it, but... well, I guess it's nice to be born on the same day as a season."
"I'm 21 years old. ...Man, no matter how much I say it, it's still hard to believe. I mean, like I said before, nothing really changes now that I'm older. Age, to me, is nothing but a number. You're only as young or old as you feel. ...I wish I could believe that 'cause I'm 21 and still in f'ing high school for crying out loud."
"Shisuta, you don't have to get me anything, really. I'm just glad to know you. ...Yes, it's been a... blessing to know you too. You've treated me better than most people and have always supported me no matter what. I truly am grateful for that, so thanks. Yes, I love you too."
"So... what exactly did you get me? ...Bracelets? And they have...? ...Oh. Wow. They... they look awesome, Shisuta. You got the idea from Sayaka from Saitama? I guess that's why they look familiar. ...You wanna try them on? ...Yes, you make up the other part of my heart. Thank you. Thank you very much... Mom."
"...Okay Boss-Lady, let's see it. ...What, you think I'm not prepared for you to give me a gift that doesn't have some sort of ulterior motive behind it? Well, sorry to say, but I'm ready this time. ...Yeah, yeah. I may be 21, but don't think that changes anything. I'll still create mayhem and mishap just to give you more work!"
"Fine, fine! Let's see it already. ...A... phone mount for my bike? So that I can take and send calls while I'm driving? ...No offense, but aren't you the one who always lectures me about calling and driving when I'm on the road? I mean, I'll still use it, but if I get into an accident cause I'm taking a call, we'll all know who to blame. ...Yeah, I love you too, Auntie."
Shisuta Lines:
"Happy Birthday, Aranai! It's so hard to believe that you're actually 21 years old! It seemed only yesterday that we met each other! Oh, how time flies by! But you're growing into a mature, beautiful, young lady. And I couldn't be any prouder. You know I'm always going to support and love you regardless of who you are. Never forget that, my dear."
"Now then, please accept this gift I bought you! Normally, I don't care for store-bought gifts, but Sayaka-san recommended these since she gave similar bracelets to Kureha-chan for her birthday. I hope you enjoy them. ...Oh, Aranai-chan! Thank you! You make up part of my heart as well! And that will never change, no matter what! I love you very much, my child."
Kisouna Lines:
"Happy birthday, Aranai. ...What? That's all you have to say after I took time to come all this way here to congratulate you on making it to the age of 21, which, by the way, is the legal age at which you can now be tried and prosecuted as an adult? Ugh, of course you'd do something like that, you little miscreant. If that's how you wish to act, then I'll gladly return this gift I purchased for you."
"Hmph, that's better. Here, this didn't come cheap, so you'd best appreciate it. Yes, it's a phone mount for that terror on two wheels you're always driving around on. You mentioned before how you have trouble talking while you're driving, so I thought to give you this. ...You're right, I did say that. But seeing as how you break the law on a daily basis, I figure what's one more law going to hurt? ...Ha, you? Get into an accident? I should be so lucky."
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(Psalm 120:1) In this present world we will all have troubles now and then, but as children of God we can use our faith to trade our troubles for a guaranteed solution. As believers we were instructed by God to cast all our cares upon Him, for He cares for us (1st Peter 5:7). God does not want us walking to the package store with our problems, because it's not the right answer. You can drink with your troubles but you can't drink them away. Some people even try to shop their troubles away only to create another problem - financial troubles. You can get high all you want but when that high wears off, your troubles are still there. None of those things work! The Bible tells us that with all our getting, get an understanding. (Proverbs 4:7) We need to understand when we are bringing our troubles to the wrong people and places. We need to understand that God is the only one mighty enough to take our troubles, turn them around, and make them work together with everything else for our good. #Inspiration #SpiritualInspiration #Encouragement #Trust #Faith #TrustInGod #Blessed #Favored #God #Jesus #HolySpirit #Pray #Grace #GodWantsUsToBeEncouraged #Love #Peace #Joy #Purpose #GiveIttoGod #GodIsAble #Faithful #True #Holy #Almighty #Repent #Power #Change #Hope #Mercy #Forgiveness https://www.instagram.com/p/CpdVSPuO353/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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How were you able to get into so many different crafts? Do you have a dedicated craft room? (Ur entire setup is aspirational to me as a college student!)
I have an office that has become my craft room!! My computer is in there and I work from home so I work in there too, but most of the space is dedicated to different tools/workspaces.
MESSY but here's the majority of my office. I have 3 desks in a big C shape. The left desk has all my sewing stuff, middle has my cricut and computer, then right has all my resin casting stuff and little SLA 3D printer. There's a paper drying station above it that I made from vinyl record racks mounted sideways lol
Off to the far left you can see part of an enormous shelf where I store other tools abd materials (keyboard building stuff, rug making stuff, knitting machine, spray paints, bulky sewing materials, dremel kit, serger, regular printer, sewing patterns, unfinished sewing projects, my old sewing machine, packaging for my store, god what else...)
If you want to get into a lot of hobbies it will seem really daunting with how many tools you need to buy, but realistically you shouldn't expect to get everything you want/need all at once. (DON'T get into leathercraft unless you can buy a lot of stuff immediately btw)
I started just with sewing years ago. The sewing machine I had was a tiny little Kenmore my mom got me for Christmas when I was in 5th or 6th grade. I stuck with that for a long time while slowly picking up more stuff.
Second hand is the best way to go for getting new tools when you join a hobby. Ebay is ok but people will try to rip you off sometimes. Shopgoodwill randomly has amazing deals on equipment. I you can get lucky with them for sergers and sewing machines if you're ok waiting around for specific models or buying older models that are available.
Joann Fabrics has great sales every so often on various sewing machines, but I've become partial to Ken's Sewing Center because they carry refurbished items with pretty decent discounts. Costco also has sewing machine deals but I haven't explored that option super well. Heads up though sewing machine and the like prices have gone up a lot the past 2 years :/
My knitting machine I got for an AMAZING deal on eBay because it was from an estate sale (like $100 shipped, which is nuts), and the serger I'm "borrowing" from my sister. Also I got a TON of knitting needles and crochet hooks from goodwill once for next to nothing.
Being buddies with boomers can get you cheap or free tools too. My stepdad gave me a dremel he never used and also a hot knife that I have somewhere. Also keep your ideal purchases in mind and watch out for sales rather than impulse buying. My 3D printer was on sale for $100 from $150 so that guy wasn't too costly.
Um I kind of went off here lol but just keep a list of what interests you and have patience and you can build up a mighty collection of tools. Just be careful because space becomes a premium after a while :')
As for actually getting into different crafts, I like to see what other artists are making and watch tutorial videos for random stuff to see if the craft seems fun. and like 99% of the time whatever the thing is does seem super fun to me. it's especially interesting when a new craft is something I can incorporate with a craft I already know to expand upon a skill I already have.
This is why I love when my friends show off their art and why I set up a discord for sharing your art. It's so inspiring just to be around other artists and bounce ideas around with them!!
I think the only craft that's ever turned me off though was macrame because you have to be ORGANIZED to do that and omg I am not.
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Day 368 Art Meditation, January 31, 2024
It’s the last day of January and I am launching my January Cookie of the Month - Lemon Goldies with Chocolate Hats. Soul food!
The combination of fresh lemon with soft chocolate is heavenly. Lemon Goldies are delicious frozen or room temperature. My personal preference is eating the chocolate at room temperature, with the lemon goldies either cold or frozen.
1 order includes 5 large teardrop shaped Lemon Goldies with a tiny chocolate hats on top. Like hats, if there is wind (shipping them!), our hats might fall off, so you may have to put the hat back onto the Goldie once you receive them.
Limited Supply. Shipping to California residents only. (Hopefully by next year I can ship nationwide!)
Just a word about my having a bake shop “not making sense”, when my business is mostly about art. That I should stick to one thing, or whatever the rule is. When we are in our heart spaces doing what we love, following our intuitions - there are no rules.
Baking makes me so happy. It’s part of my love of making care packages, and it’s part of the love language of giving gifts. I love connecting with people this way. It becomes a way for me to meditate. As I am baking, I get little whispers of intuition and creativity. ��� Like adding on the chocolate balls, which didn’t come with the recipe.
… Like finally using my cantaloupe baller for the chocolate for the first time in 40 years.
… Like creating this peacock-shape with the Goldies and photographing it in the sunlight.
… Like designing INTO this photography! Which goes onto my to-do list, and I’m so excited about this.
I also just LOVE the idea of putting things that I LOVE out into the world, and have complete Trust in the Universe and God, that my life is aligning more and more as I go. I also feel incredibly determined to stay on the path of heart-alignment, functioning from our Hearts, functioning from what brings us joy. I think this is a change we all crave … And I hope that my courage inspires others to have heart-courage.
Link to store here.
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Much much love, Anne
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Watching my world record run to remind myself that I have skills and aren't entirely a failure and right at the beginning I mention that I haven't eaten?
And yeah, that takes me back to the chemotherapy where I was straight up fucking starving.
And I felt better back then than I do now because Cazza was still alive.
So it's a testament that even though I'm eating better now that doesn't automatically mean I should be better now because clearly losing her is more significant than going hungry in my mind.
I should buy a new wifi adaptor or wire through Ethernet from my roommates room to mine (the router is in his room fjgkgjfjdjd) and then try to stream again. I know I'm able to beat the easy and normal PC runs too. Easy. And I would have if Cazza hadn't died. I never really got back to streaming after. My friend is bringing back his Minecraft server and I want to ease my way back into playing that as well. It will be fun to hang out in real time with friends.
God I really did just try speedrunning maximum involvement in every single hobby I have an interest in trying to feel something and they all failed. I need to remember that HoD is the most beautiful perfect thing in the world. And while I love plants and primitive technology and stuffed animals that HoD is my big thing. The ultimate special interest. The one that unlike Power Island, doesn't hurt me to open my soul into.
Fishy got me a rock tumbler that I'm really excited about and another package that's arrived today I haven't opened yet and I am excited thinking about tumbling small stones and making my own stone beads. I'm certain if I make a day out of building a neolithic hand drill that will also be fun. I need to remember that I'm allowed to have fun. I also need to learn how to make mistakes.
New years resolutions maybe.
When I next get to go to fabric land I'm going to buy some of the exact type of fabric the original Sly or Sly II's heads are made of (velveteen and/or upholstery cotton respectively) and see if that has any bearing on working with the pattern or not. I also have decided I need to aquire more random scraps. Gotta find packages of scraps when the thrift stores have them. I'm even starting to consider getting worn out stuffed animals with the intention of taking them apart and rebuilding them. I've always felt bad about that but so long as they aren't thrown away by the end it's a victimless crime. They're still being appreciated and taken care of.
Again, I wish eBay wasn't so damn expensive. Stupid shipping.
There's a local quilters guild that interests me. I'm so paranoid of human interaction I'm scared I won't be accepted as a young man who has an atypical disabled relationship with the hobby as a newcomer. It's something I should really try to work past more often. I have no clue if they're still even active due to COVID shit but I should at least try to turn up for one of their themed days.
But I feel that seeing people in person working on the craft will help me build skills and learn things.
Will also says he's thinking about getting into soft sculpture so maybe he'll share the stuff he's doing online.
Idk. I'm not entirely down in the dumps this new years but it does feel I'm just drifting aimlessly in life. With Cazza everything felt perfect. It was our blue sky grassy field orchestra music moment. And now it's gone. There is ultimately no overcoming of death except in memory.
The little spectre Sly head (the one I just made out of felt) seems to be the best I've made yet. Despite omitting the horn and ears I've got the snout at the right level of pointiness. Maybe even overkill for a spectre. But that makes me how that I'm going to continue to get better.
I am glad I've had things like the crying dog and Sly to keep me going though. And my friends who love and appreciate me so much it's actually staggering to think about it too deeply. I wish the internet gap wasn't a thing. It's funny. I feel id be no less further from my friends if I was living in the middle of the prairie away from everyone else.
Someday.
But for now there's Sly.
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DAILY DEVOTIONAL FOR OCTOBER 13, 2023
Love in Action
By Tomeka B. Scales (Maryland, USA)
READ MATTHEW 25:31-40
Jesus said, “Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.”
MATTHEW 25:40 (NIV)
"One day I stopped into a store to buy a birthday gift for someone, and I saw a man asking customers for change. Many people passed by him and ignored his pleas for assistance. I keep a few care packages in my car, so I decided to give one to him. When I struck up a conversation with the man, I learned a lot about him. But most important, I learned that what he needed was a listening ear. God calls us to be light for others. Even something as small as a conversation can make a world of difference to the lonely and brokenhearted.
Today’s scripture reading reminds us that God is pleased when we lend a helping hand. Our good deeds reflect a grateful heart, and our acts of service and compassion for others point to our relationship with God. We become love in action when we are able to recognize and meet the needs of others. How can we show others that God lives within us and that God can live within them too?" Our actions share Jesus' love in so many ways. A word to encourage, a care package to meet a need or just a prayer when someone is in distress. You are the face of Jesus to the world.
TODAY'S PRAYER
"Gracious God, may we become love in action through our compassion and care for all your children. Help us to give and receive your love with humility and grace." Amen
Matthew 25:31-40
"'31 “Now when the Human One comes in his majesty and all his angels are with him, he will sit on his majestic throne. 32 All the nations will be gathered in front of him. He will separate them from each other, just as a shepherd separates the sheep from the goats. 33 He will put the sheep on his right side. But the goats he will put on his left. 34 “Then the king will say to those on his right, ‘Come, you who will receive good things from my Father. Inherit the kingdom that was prepared for you before the world began. 35 I was hungry and you gave me food to eat. I was thirsty and you gave me a drink. I was a stranger and you welcomed me. 36 I was naked and you gave me clothes to wear. I was sick and you took care of me. I was in prison and you visited me.’ 37 “Then those who are righteous will reply to him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you a drink? 38 When did we see you as a stranger and welcome you, or naked and give you clothes to wear? 39 When did we see you sick or in prison and visit you?’ 40 “Then the king will reply to them, ‘I assure you that when you have done it for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you have done it for me.’ Help given to the least of the population is help to Jesus and His ministry. Be the hands and feet that He needs to share action with others. Your blessing comes from Him! Joe
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