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If not Dennis though then who?
if you're asking something other than who would i hate if not dennis, sorry for answering wrong (though the amount that i wrote should qualify my answer as wrong no matter what). i did three reading comprehension tasks total throughout my entire education, and received feedback on none of them. i went completely off the rails so skip to blue, bold text if you just want the real answer
THE ANSWER:
-must of course be contextualised with the fact that when it comes to dennis, i am untethered and my rage knows no bounds. no amount of hate for any other person would substantiate. the runner-up for my-most-hated would compare to dennis as athlete's foot compares to gangrene. having established this, we can move on to establishing why i am dragging my answer out so much. it is because i crave human contact, yet i seem to dislike anyone close to me. the internet provides me with scraps of impersonal human contact that leave me oblivious to the real person, the human behind that interaction. this allows me to feel comfortable enjoying an interaction without convincing myself that i hate the other person. how can i hate someone i do not know? excellent setup! i feast like a starving lion. i suppose that with this in mind, i might claim that if not dennis, i could hate myself the most. but im assuming that we're talking sunny characters here.
it's hard to understand how i feel about the other characters, because i hold my affections about them while aware that they are obviously horrible people.
my mind jumped to dee first, seeing as she shares a lot of the same qualities that make me hate dennis. the most glaring example being that they are rapists. seeing a pattern of this trait in TWINS makes me a little sad though. it shows that what caused this probably had something to do with their parents. the fact that dennis is worse than dee can probably be attributed to his getting raped by the school librarian or whatever it was, as well as how differently their parents treated him on account of his being male. i think some patriarchally motivated power issues stem from that treatment, you can see how he acts out around women in this way (as if i have to explain). anyway dee would make sense as a solid contender. by default ill add her parents to the ring since im blaming them for making her the way that she is.
... im not a huge cricket fan. sure he has his funny moments which i adore, but that is much the same as the reynolds twins. i didnt love him before his decline/the development of his drug addiction, weakness and catholicism repulse me. (HALF JOKE. SORRY. sorry.) i say that he is weak due to his susceptibility to manipulation (a trait he shares with dennis- a man who was tricked into digging up his dead mother 'for gold')- by dee. she wasnt even in her milf era at the time and he left the whole church without even seeing a ring... ok :|. girlie travelled to a bar full of people who bullied and sexually assaulted him to check out a water stain :/ PLEASE. anyway then there's the drug abuse which was actually fairly slay i dont take issue with that. he got better and more acceptable after that in my mind.
third and final person ill seriously consider will be gail the fucking snail. ive seen gail apologists... no... shes not even that bad it's just that shes a caricature of REAL PEOPLE i have to deal with, i totally sympathise with the twins over hating and salting her. idc if she just wants to hang out. she should learn what fuck off means and start trying to find herself, rather than continually finding other people to latch onto obsessively and dissolving into a radioactive puddle of self-pity and non-committal, performative 'shame' every time she is rejected before restarting her circuit of the same 3 people she harasses. oh my god i dont think im talking about snail anymore. whatever. it's what she represents IT DOESNT HAVE TO MAKE SENSE OK THIS IS ABOUT THE PEEPEEPOOPOO SHOW.
scrolling back through all ive written over a simple six-word question, i can see that it is my fucking bedtime. i will be concluding now. ok so i think it's fair to eliminate cricket here, since she redeemed herself by learning parkour and being funny. while i hate gail and everything she represents, she isnt a rapist. she just needs to stop asking for my address and suggesting we have sleepovers and asking whether im a top or a bottom. fucking snail. that would make Dee Reynolds my second-most-hated sunny character! i couldnt hate her with the same fiery rage that i hate dennis, but if there were no dennis, there may very well have existed a dee hate blog.
yip-fucking-ee im so sorry to anyone who thought it was worth investing the time to read any of that, especially the second two body paragraphs. im going to bed now have a fantastic day
#this could have been a one-word answer#i promise im not psychotic#sorry its late and im socially inept#plus i didnt speak to anyone today#recieving this answer must have felt like trying to give a stray dog a biscuit only for it to literally swallow you whole#but this is a sideblog so i can be myself no matter how ugly desperation is <3333#oh no i think there are me and dennis parallels#dennis reynolds#iasip
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Surprise, Surprise, Greg House
Word Count: 1.1k~
Surprising Greg at work is always fun. Most of the time, he's messing around with the items on his desk until I walk in which ultimately causes him to perk up right away. I'm always happy to see him, and going by the smile that pops up on his face when he first sees me, Greg is happy to see me too. Plus, it always helps that we've been together for several years too.
"House, you have a guest," Wilson states, quickly popping his head into the doorway of Greg's office before popping right back out. Watching him walk back to the elevators, I wave at Wilson before opening Greg's door.
"Surprising," I hear Greg mindlessly mutter before I walk in. Once he sees me, he lightly smiles and changes his words. "Not surprising," He corrects himself, sitting up in his chair. "But pleasant."
"I brought you lunch," I tell him, gesturing to the bag in my hand with a smile. Placing the paper bag on his desk, I sit down in the chair across from him with his desk separating us. "That way you don't have to steal anyone else's."
"You know me so well," Greg chides, placing the magazine in his hands down before opening the bag of food. Taking all of the contents out of the bag reveals two sandwiches and two bags of chips with a bottled drink for each one. "Funny," He notes. "These are the things I would have stolen from Wilson."
Laughing at his sad, yet true comment, I separate everything out and place a Reuben sandwich in front of each of us, Greg already digging into one of the yellow bags of potato chips. "I'm glad I got to come see you today," I confess, the sight of the food making me feel a little sick. "I have some... great news to share."
"Oh, really?" Greg asks, looking up at me. I nod, smiling as he pushes his chair back a little. "Well, then why don't you come over here and tell me all about it?" He suggests with that ever so sly smirk.
Knowing what that means, I gently roll my eyes and stand from my chair before walking over to Greg and sitting on his lap. Instantly, he wraps his arms around me and holds me close, leaning up a little to kiss my lips. This is one of the very few ways Greg shows his love. He always says it's because he gets to hold me closer to him, but I think it's just because I'm sitting on his lap.
"You know," he begins his sentence, nibbling at my neck. "With one simple movement, you instantly have me at your will. How odd is that?" Greg questions me, his voice sultry and low. Smiling at him, I lightly giggle before pushing him away enough so he can look straight at me.
"Greg, I need to tell you something," I state, my voice a bit serious. Even though I'm trying to keep a straight voice without letting my excitement show through, I keep my smile in hopes of him not getting worried. I hope this news finds him well, and it doesn't make him mad or angry... I don't know what I would do if he left me because of it.
Leaning back in his swivel chair to look at me, he continues smiling while running his hand up and down my side. "Go on," he encourages me, his blue eyes staring into mine. "I'm listening, my sweet."
My cheeks slightly blush at the endearment before I look away, sudden nervousness hitting me. "I'm, uh, I'm..." Just as I begin to speak, I choke up before sighing. "I'm pregnant, Greg," I fully answer him, having the guts to look him straight in the eye as I do so.
He takes a moment to listen to me, only to fully realize what I'm saying within seconds. In shock, he stares at me with wide eyes before breaking out into a nervous chuckle. "You're serious, right?" He asks, making my eyebrows furrow. My reaction causes him to become worried as his smile drops. "Please don't be joking," Greg begs, placing his hands on my arms.
His words slightly... befuddle me. Is the cold and emotionless House actually excited about me being pregnant? For him to question me to make sure I'm not joking makes me... I don't know what it makes me actually.
Does Greg want a child? I know we didnt plan this little one, but there's no going back now. I mean, Greg is quite a few years older than me and I would've never thought he'd want a kid this late in life, but Gregory House is Gregory House. If there's one thing that signifies Gregory House, it's that he's weird and unusual, and he never conforms to what is socially acceptable.
"No, I'm not joking, Greg," I tell him, placing his hands on my stomach. "There's a little baby right here," With Greg staring up at me with big eyes and an equally big smile, tears quickly make their way to my eyes. "You're going to be a father," I whisper, leaning forward and placing my forehead against his.
A few moments of silence pass before Greg grins and wraps his arms tighter around me. In a quick turn of events, he stands up with our feet planted on the ground and his arms still around me, a giggle falling from my lips as he does so. Before I know it, Greg is moving my shirt up to place his hands on my barely swollen tummy, resting them there as I hug him to me as well. “Thank you,” He murmurs, smiling before connecting our lips in another kiss. At the same time, he moves his hands to my waist to hold me there, his hold reflecting the passion behind our kiss.
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out for delivery
pairing: none? non-idol!svt with a mention of gn!reader
prompt: that one post i made about reader asking for them to send their cutest delivery guy
genre: comedy. this is just silly stuff teehee
word count: 1.4k~
warnings: food mentions. svt arguing about who is the cutest. i didnt proofread this at all btw its just supposed to be silly goofy fun.
daisy’s notes: this has been in my drafts for over two months.
Junhui was the one who read off your order to the others, only to stop when he saw the special instruction in the delivery spot: send ur cutest guy, pls.
Of course, being someone with access to the internet, Jun had heard of this kind of thing before. People who throw in instructions like that for fun, or people who ask for things to be drawn on their to-go boxes (he always did those when they popped up--his art skills might not be perfect, but he can draw a little cat saying ‘enjoy your food!’ any day), or sometimes the occasional message from someone to another (the ‘person loves you’ or ‘person says to get well soon’ kind of deal). But this? Here? Well...
“Which one of us is the cutest?” He mused aloud, catching Jeonghan’s attention as he stepped away from the kitchen to wipe the sweat off his brow.
“What?”
Jun nodded toward the screen and your specific instruction. “They asked for a cute delivery guy. Who’s working today?”
Jeonghan paused, musing on the question. “Soonyoung, Wonwoo, Vernon,” he listed off, although he continued to wrack his brain to see if that Namjoon guy was in as well. Nah--Maybe on the weekend when they’re busier and need the extra hands, but three already is kind of overkill as it is.
(Not that any of them are complaining, that is: they’re still getting some sort of payment for all of this.)
“It doesn’t say cutest delivery guy,” Jeonghan said. “Just our cutest guy.”
Seungcheol looked up from his clipboard as he came back, brow raised. “Me?”
Jeonghan scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Obviously, I’m the cutest one here. I’ll make it.”
It was at this point that they’d started gathering the attention of everyone currently in (which, today, had been everyone except for Soonyoung, who was still out on a delivery across the city).
Seungcheol stared at him, “You don’t work delivery--”
“So?” Jeonghan said. “I don’t mind going--”
“You don’t, either,” Jun piped up. “I could run if I need to--”
Seungkwan was finally the one to speak up, “What are you talking about?”
For a moment, the three said nothing. If everyone got into this conversation, it’d be an all-out bloodbath, especially with Seungkwan taking part. Yet Wonwoo, who had been sitting nearby, enjoying his few minutes of rest after his own series of deliveries, looked up.
“Someone asked for a cute delivery guy, and they’re debating about it,” he shrugged, looking back at his phone--although the tiny smile on his face was still evident. The rotten fucker--
“I can go,” Joshua spoke up, as if he wasn’t literally working on your order alongside Mingyu. “Just gimme a sec, I’ll change shirts.”
Seokmin, who had been busy rolling out pizza dough, looked up. “Is this really a debate? I think we all know I’m the cutest one here...”
“Both of you work in the kitchens,” Seungcheol said, “you can’t leave.”
“All of us are in today, and it’s slow right now,” Chan said, already washing his hands of flour, ready to remove his apron in a moment. “You guys won’t miss me.”
“Who said you were going?!” Seungkwan whipped around, “If anyone goes, it should be me! Everyone who comes in tells points out how cute I am!”
Mingyu looked up, a cocky smile tugging at his lips. “Who gets asked out the most here?”
Silence. The motherfucker...
And then Minghao looked up. “They said cutest. Not hottest. Which eliminates all of you--”
“I’m very cute!” Seungkwan huffed, “That’s why it should be me.”
Vernon looked up from his phone, yet another delivery boy who probably should just take the order when it’s ready. “I dunno. I think I’m pretty cute. I could do it. Plus,” he shrugged, “kind of my job--”
“You’re hot and you know it,” Jeonghan spoke up. “Hao has a point. They requested the cutest guy--which means it’s down to Seungkwan, Chan, and I.���
Minghao scoffed, rolling up his sleeves. “Just you three?”
Mingyu had thrown an arm around Jihoon’s shoulders, dragging him from his quiet spot of observation straight into the conversation. “Jihoon should be included, too.”
“Oh? What if this person flirts with him?” Jeonghan chuckled. “They’re paying in cash and Jihoon would probably walk off without it.”
Jihoon’s face turned red. “I’m not that bad--”
“You almost did it last time you had to work the window.”
“They were too upfront!” Jihoon huffed, his face slowly turning red. “If they had said to you what they said to me, you’d run, too! That’s why Jun had to take over!”
“They said you had pretty eyes!”
Jihoon’s face burned with embarrassment. “It was the way they said it...”
As if in his own world, Jun quietly mused aloud, “I think I’m pretty cute,” as he continued looking over the order again.
“And if Jun’s cute, then I’m cute.” Joshua wiped his hands down his apron, turning back. “Jun, does the order say anything else?”
He shook his head. The only note you had put in was the note they were debating about now: send ur cutest guy, pls. Nothing more, nothing less. Hell, none of them even knew why you’d asked for their cutest guy. Was it a joke? Were you kind of desperate for something? Was this going to be the really bad intro to a porno? The questions persisted.
Seungcheol had been the one who pulled your pizza from the oven when it was time, boxing it up and carefully sealing it. “Who’s delivering it?”
Immediately, several people had volunteered.
He rolled his eyes. “Wonwoo, Vernon--”
“I’ll do it,” Seungkwan insisted further. “They asked for someone cute!”
Vernon raised his brows. “Dude, what the hell--”
“You know you’re hot, shut up.” Seungkwan turned. “If they want someone cute, then it’s only between a few of us. Not including Jeonghan.”
Jeonghan gasped, turning around as he pressed a hand to his chest. “I’m angelic--”
“That’s a lie and you know it!”
The bell chimed as Soonyoung made his way in, going completely ungreeted as the conversation continued. He looked to Wonwoo, who merely shrugged in exchange before watching as Minghao began to make the very well formulated argument that he was the cutest (his fairy-like giggle was direct proof, in his own words--the others called him cute all the time for it). Which caused Seungcheol to argue back that if he was including laughs as evidence, then his own could count because plenty of people found it endearing. Soonyoung said nothing, walking over to where the orders were as he began looking through them for another delivery since his break would come later tonight.
“I’m not saying your laugh isn’t cute,” Seungcheol said, “I’m saying you can’t use it as proof when all of us have cute laughs!”
“Some of you sound like a hyena,” Minghao rolled his eyes, “and some of you are too ‘hot’ to be cute! You talk about how handsome you are all the time--”
“Stop, you’ll make him pout,” Jeonghan chuckled from nearby, “and then he’ll really start insisting he’s the cutest of us.”
The bell chimed again, and Jun merely glanced up to see that it was only Soonyoung leaving. He turned back. “People tell me I’m cute. I’m carefree.”
“Childish cute doesn’t count,” Seungkwan said, lips pursed. “I’m cute because of my mannerisms.”
“The same mannerisms you get mad at Soonyoung for imitating,” Seokmin muttered under his breath, only to earn a deadly glare from Seungkwan. “You do!”
Wonwoo looked back down at his phone, wondering if he should have been recording this entire conversation. “I think I’m cute.”
“One of us has to go,” Joshua spoke up, “before their food gets cold. And I think I should do it because I’ll be the fastest--”
“Dude,” Vernon looked up. “I’m pretty fast on my bike.”
“It’s a bike, we’d all be fast on it,” Minghao scoffed. “Why aren’t one of them doing it?” Minghao gestured toward Wonwoo and Vernon. “They’re the delivery boys!”
“Still on break,” Wonwoo said without looking up, “for another few minutes.”
Seungcheol opened his mouth to say something--probably about how one of their breaks had already ended by now.
“Also, Soonyoung just left with it,” Wonwoo added casually enough.
Immediately, several pairs of eyes went to where the order had been left... and sure enough, it was gone.
And then chaos ensued, and Wonwoo hid yet another smile as he listened to several people bemoan that little factoid. Yet Soonyoung was pedaling away, completely lost as to what had gone down while he was gone.
(And when he showed up, bragging about the huge tip that you had given him while laughing about the fact the others had been arguing... Well. They knew what was going to happen the next time you threw in that special request.)
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valentines day with yoongi
✮⋆˙ warning : some language + i haven’t written in half a year so.
✮⋆˙ this is an “x reader” so yk insert gender <3
✮⋆˙a.n : so todays valentine’s day (its the 13th at 11:59 posting this, great job me :3). so happy valentines i guess. i’m spending it celebrating jaehyun's birthday and writing abt my husband who’s in the war. i haven’t written in like, six years (six months) so pls go easy on me
✮⋆˙enjoy loves <3333 happy valentines day !!
i never liked valentine’s day. it was always a stupid ass holiday if i do say so myself. am i saying that bc i never had a good valentine ? …maybe so, why are you so nosy ?? anyways, that was before i met him, min yoongi. i never met a man who says he hates a holiday so much but also goes all out for it. our first valentines last year i expected him to not really get me anything or like a bouquet of flowers since it wasn’t that much…i got a bouquet alright, like seven of them (he had said he didn’t know which one i would like so he just got me all of the ones he thought i would want), plus a shit ton of chocolate and just little things like one of his hoodies and this ring i had been eyeing for like months beforehand. so much for “valentines day isn’t really my thing” right ? all men do is lie, even min yoongi.
okay but anyways, here we are now, a year later. i wanna prove myself this year, i refuse to be out-valentines’d by him, no matter what that takes. now just one problem, he’s rich, i work at a coffee shop. shit, i know right ? but we will make it work i don’t care.
so have i had this planned out for the last two months like a gta heist ? yes. but i NEED this day to go perfect. did it ? NO. NO IT DIDNT. first the necklace i got him with his name won’t be ready until the 17th, and then the kiss hoodie i was working on for him GETS BLEACHED SPILLED ON HIM, curtesy of our cat, johnny, and then; if it wasn’t going awful anyway, the cupcakes i made for him burned. and i’m going to his studio as we speak…this is my thirteenth reason. so right now all we have is his favorite flowers, a bleached hoodie with my kisses and a book of poems i wrote for him, sigh. SIGH. and if it didn’t help, he already gave me half of my gift before he left and it’s ten times better. A ROSE GOLD NECKLACE, he got me a rose gold encrusted with the sun because “i’m the sun to his moon”, he makes me wanna bash my head sometimes from how sweet he is.
so getting to his studio, the definition of “shaking in my little boots”. i can hear him practicing his music from outside his studio, it’s like walking into beethoven working on smth if beethoven was your 30 year old idol boyfriend for a kpop group, if that makes sense, which is doesn’t so. anyways, i put in the code for his studio (it’s our anniversary, excuse me while i cry.) and quietly walk in to not disturb him, which isn’t that hard since he has tunnel vision as he invented it, and quietly tap his shoulder gently to get his attention. he turns around, taking off his headphones and noticing me with a small smile on his face, which might as well have been a kiss from him then and then.
“hey love, happy valentine’s day, what are you doing here ?”, god why does he have to have such a perfect voice; it’s like he doesn’t even have to try. i go on to give him to give him his gift and try to explain that i had much more to give him and i knew it wasn’t enough to give and- and he cuts me off. good job if i do say so myself because the yapping i do, i could win a medal.
“honey honey, this is perfect…you didn’t even have to get me anything, and you wrote me poems…that’s like writing me a song, this means the world to me. you remembered my favorite flowers, and this hoodie..i don’t think i’ve ever gotten a gift like this from anyone before, not even the guys. thank you so much…”, and my heart just turns into a puddle then and there. all my worries gone in a second, how does he do it ? he really should’ve become a therapist in another life, but i guess he does that with his music. but anyways, did i expect him to like the gift ? absolutely not. i did try to pay for dinner that night and he still didn’t let me do it, saying it was “an extra gift” as if i needed anymore gifts. remind me next to try and not outgift a rich idol who’s secret love language is definitely gift giving.
i’m still getting next years gifts ready anyways. i’m so winning next year, i don't care.
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rainy day — joshua
𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 : reader x joshua
𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲 : pure fluff. comfort.
𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 : nothing much. affection and kisses.
𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿’𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 : this is purely fiction. i could really see how shua would act in such situation. i love him so much i hope he is always happy :((
you loved rain. the smell of soil,window stains,the droplets going on a race,it never failed to give you a sense of comfort. but today was different.
it was just wednesday and your week couldn’t get any worser. migraine,periods and your shitty ass boss who gives you thousands of paper works every night. and when you thought the day couldn’t get any worser,your car broke down in the middle of the road. you were exhausted,you wanted to cry out so loud but tears just don’t come out.
in the middle of the road at 9pm you couldn’t bother your boyfriend,shua. his job was as hectic as yours and the last thing you’d want is to make his worser plus he wouldn’t be home atleast by 10.
you just walked,letting the rain wash you out,pouring covering your tears that never came out,lips trembling because of the cold and the stress. the day couldnt get any worser.
unlocking the door you walked through the hall wetting the floors which was the last thing you could care about right now.
“shit babe why-“ you flinched at the sudden voice coming from the cushion. your boyfriend was home early out of all other days. ofcourse you love him,more than anyone and anything but him seeing you all drenched,in the verge of breaking down was the last thing you wanted today.
running past you he rushed to bring a towel and put it over your shoulder.
“oh my god babe why are so drenched? didnt you leave by car whats wrong” he almost rapped.
“it b-broke down..” you managed to whisper out,eyes never leaving the floor. you knew joshua would never judge you but you were scared to show this side of you. you guys have been dating for almost a year and half. you both knew this was serious and even moved together. you knew him. he knew you.
“you should’ve called me or got a taxi atleast y- god i’m sorry come on take a shower. i’ll make some tea hm. quick one”
nodding at him you drag yourself for a bath.
he knew something was wrong,he always did.
you come out,changing into something comfier. but the tiredness in your face was still there. you get to the kitchen to the sight of your boyfriend making your favourite tea. it holds you heart.
“oh you’re back-“ you hugged him. so tight. so tight that you know he probably can’t breathe but he pulled you in,more tighter. you can’t control it anymore. tears started pricking out,sobs escape from your mouth. god he hated this sight but if not him who else ?
pressing kisses on top of your head he just repeats his mantras “i love you” “i’m here” “cry it out” mumbled,not so audible with the sounds of rain and thunder
you don’t speak up or even look at him. all you do is sob into his chest. you feel love. you feel home.
you finally feel it out. your tears stop. you pull away seeing wet stains on his shirt. “i’m sorry..”
“hey you did not just smear your snot on my shirt did you??” he giggled on a higher pitch jokingly and kissed your eyes.
“do you wanna talk about it ? even if you don’t want to i really understand. remember i will always love you,love your long rants,love your everything..okay?”
you heart grows warmer,you feel like crying again and you do. he holds you again,holding your neck behind,making you feel closer than ever.
“i d-don’t know what’s w-wrong..i just..i r-really don’t know” you manage to whisper out.
“hey it’s okay..it’s okay..i love you” he says rubbing your back.
“do you want to have some tea then watch something while cuddling? we could watch your favourite show for the 100th time you know”
“i would love to” giggling onto his chest,hugging him tighter.
god you love him so much. so much more than you thought you would fall.
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1, 3, 8, 11, 13, 15, 22, 28, 29, 34, 44, 49 for Siamont pleeeease 👉👈
YOURE SO NICE I DIDNT THINK ANYONE WOULD DO AN OC ONE THAAAANK YOU im so excited
1. What motivates your character?
The pressing need for a safe and warm environment for children, especially in the face of disaster and tragedy.
3. Is your character an optimist or pessimist?
I think he's a realist, but he's a bit optimistic in general, because he sees the real ways things can turn out okay, and when he doesn't, he at least sees the ways he can make it not as bad as possible.
8. What are some internal obstacles that your character has to overcome?
He knows he really, really needs to talk more. Really badly. But its habitual that he doesn't, his tongue doesn't feel used to it anymore, it's not in his nature anymore... Plus, when other adults talk to him and expect a response, he shuts down. The only times he manages to talk a little is to the children, and he knows its not as much as it should be.
When he needs to talk to adults, he often writes, but it still makes him extremely anxious. He learned to write for this reason, actually.
11. What events in their past helped shape and influence them into who they are today?
Oh You Know ;)
If you asked him this question (and we ignore that he isn't a very talkative guy), his opinion is that one person shaped him almost entirely, and it's his younger brother.
His younger brother was why he learned to care for children, his younger brother was what drove him to take fishing seriously as a career and make money, the memory of his younger brother is what he sees in children that makes him care about them right away before he even knows them for themselves.
The loss of his brother had him not doing anything, and when he saw a child all alone he remembered his younger brother when he'd sit off to the side, and he knew it was like he was speaking to him, in a way, and telling him to do the thing he's best at. So he thinks his brother helped him decide to start the orphanage, too (But really, his own force of will is what helped him overcome his grief, and it was his own kindness that gave him purpose)
Also, obviously, he hates to admit the influence its had on him, but the encounter with pirates as a child where he lost his tail (and his voice, in a way) had a huge influence on who he is. He still fights against that trauma today every time he speaks.
13. Who is the closest person to your character?
His brother, for his whole life. Now that he's gone, I'm not sure. I assume someone else must work at the orphanage as an adult, and he's probably at least a little close with them, but he's very close with all the kids, and his inability to talk to other adults At All (He just can't make himself do it - He will want to, he will open his mouth, he will move his tongue, no sound will come out, and its very frustrating for him. It's driven him to tears before.) means he doesn't have very many close friendships emotionally.
15. What habits does your character have?
He watches around the floor and his feet when hes walking anywhere because he doesn't want to step on children, lol. He's not even that tall (although he's on the tall side for an ecaflip).
When he holds anything, he does the little bouncing with his body (I don't know how to describe it. It's the same motion you do to soothe a baby.)
Also, he likes to quietly watch the sunset. Usually the kids don't let it stay quiet though.
22. What regrets do they have, if any? (From any part of the story, not just exposition.)
He has plenty about where he was when the wave happened, but he knows that they're not reasonable (He survived because he was on a fishing boat, and his brother just would not have been there under any circumstances, no matter how much he thinks about "well maybe I could have..."
He sometimes has regrets about how he handles things the children need. He can always do better. He tries to apologize by doing something nice for them if he thinks he did the wrong thing, but he's never been mean to any of them, so they usually just think he's trying to cheer them up because they were sad earlier.
He regrets when he and his brother were kids and he said he wished he was an only child (I don't think his brother even remembered this as an adult, but it haunts Siamont), and he regrets a time he left a younger child for an hour when he was 11 years old and came back to the child crying because they thought he wasn't coming back. Lots of little things like that.
28. What emotion is the most unfamiliar to your character and how do they deal with it?
Anger doesn't come easily to him, but it takes him over. When it's at an adult, he usually just lets himself react with that anger and show it with his body. When it's at a child, he notices it and leaves the situation, then comes back when he's calmed down (so the children are most afraid of when he Looks A Little Angry, Then Leaves, even though he never does anything with it. They get the right response to fix what they did every time. It's just how the kids know they really messed up)
29. What are the three things that your character values most?
The children's safety, their emotional wellbeing, and his memories of his brother.
34. What are three negative traits that your character has?
Silence, letting his anger take hold of him when he thinks its justified (He has killed. many pirates in this state, when he probably didn't need to kill every single one of them on the ship and could have let them flee), and thinking he can take on everything on his own
44. What does your character fear?
Losing anyone else. Also, in general, rogues trigger bad memories for him, and he's way more likely to fight someone if they're a rogue.
49. In the end, what is your character grateful for?
The children, their safety, their joy, their play, their creativity, their...
Well, a lot of things about his kids.
His memories of his brother, and his memories of Sufokia as it was and the people he's lost. They hurt, but he holds them tight to his chest.
The luck of the sea (The sea is where luck comes from, in his eyes - Fish, driftwood, seaweed, he's even grateful, sometimes, after he's handled the rogues on board, for the pirate ships, because he takes what they need from it (including, usually, a lot of the clothes from the pirates that he fixes to fit the kids, and their sails and some of the wood from their ship and their food and... everything.) before setting it ablaze and sending it off. )
I'm insane thank you so much for my life laura i had so much fun doing this thank you thank you thank you thank you
#THAKN YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU#posts#feel free to respond or talk about anything i said at all id have so much fun
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hi! I would like to request fluff/comforts hcs of sasori and if he had a sister/the reader being his sister :D
hii! thanks for requesting <3 i didnt know if you wanted an older or younger sister so it can be interpreted either way.
sasori with a sister!reader <3
• sasori loves you more than anything.
• youre his beloved sister after all, you were there to help him throughout his and your childhood.
• you were there when granny chiyo taught the both of you to make puppets.
• you even helped him try to make the puppets of your parents. you were equally disappointed as he was when they couldnt love the both of you.
• its fine though you both have eachother, and you learned to live with just that.
• you helped him immortalize his body with puppetry, actually you did it for him and he did it for you.
• you were there when he lost to konan and had to join the akatsuki and even joined with him.
• you were grouped with him and deidara, a three person team.
• hes extremely protective of you though. hed die if he ever let his sister get hurt.
• this mentality leads him to get hurt more in battles so you dont have to get a single scratch.
• deidara hits on you alot, like a shit ton. he actually is interested in you, the fact it makes sasori mad is just a plus. though no one knows that except him
• sasori is having NONE of that though. you deserve someone who actually understands art at the very least he says.
• hes literally like, "now why would i ever let my sister date someone whos brain is so small they cant even understand the concept of everlasting art?"
• this leads deidara into one of his rants about how real beauty is fleeting blah blah blah.
• sasori just takes you back to the hideout while deidaras not looking.
• sasori also makes it his mission to make sure you never have a boyfriend.
• you shouldnt need anyone other than your brother right? familys more important than anything, well atleast he is.
• you kinda agree but thats because he never gave you the chance to even date someone youre sheltered asl 😭.
• he might even make you a puppet bodyguard to keep deidara and other guys away, especially dei ☠️.
• when sasori and you hang out its lowkey chaos.
• sasori isnt really as quiet when hes with you. hes more teasing and kinda annoying and your the same way.
• what does that mean? pranks on the akatsuki members.
• your main target is usually deidara but when its not its kisame.
• you guys do a variety of things, one thing that you did that was particularly funny was make an itachi puppet that hung out with kisame the whole day.
• the catch was the puppet would say stuff itachi would never say like,
• "kisame your gills look absolutely smashing today, speaking of smashing you should smash me."
• or do things itachi would never do, like smack kisames fishy ass. i bet kisame liked it too ☠️
• you conspired with sasori to send itachi out for the day and send the puppet out to kisame.
• by the end of the day kisame was so baffled. at one point the puppet even asked him on a date ☠️.
• kisame was even more confused when itachi walks through the door, hes just ??? and then you and sasori just bust out laughing.
• itachi somehow knew too and started laughing.
• this just ended with a red faced, embarrased kisame who ended up leaving for a bit to take a swim.
• that poor soul.
• overall you and sasori are literally the ultimate sibling duo who prank the shit out of your loser akatsuki friends <3.
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#sasori x reader#sasori fluff#fluff#anime fluff#anime x reader#anime x reader fluff#x reader#x reader fluff#x sister!reader#x sibling!reader#sasori x sister!reader
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Between us ep 6&7
hello :) not that anyone was wondering but i’ve been super busy with school (semester is ending so ive been studying for exams lol) so i put off watching ep 6 and 7 to study... Honestly i wasn’t supposed to watch them at all today either but i gave in lol
anyways my thoughts plus some minor spoilers ahead as per usual lol
i was vibing watching episode 6 and ya know,,, having a good old time when all of a sudden... hold on?? i recognize that voice??? is that??? boy sompob??? and yes, yes it was. they got him on the ost wahoo!!! now, either he has been on the ost and i just keep missing it or this is the first time they used his song so far? either way, i love him and i am happy they got him singing again for this series
something i remembered from the novel, which i was hoping they would explain more or completely skip over it in the show (they didnt) was why in the FUCK do students have such easy access to the CCTV footage... like how the hell was dean just able to “delete the footage“ without having to do some like major convincing to a staff member?? even then why the hell would they let him delete the footage without looking into it or reporting it like????
the actual audible gasp that came out of me when bee leaned into prince after the swim meet tryout thing. like i never have audible reactions when im watching shows but that straight up caught me off guard
also waan putting 2 and 2 together and being like “wait a minute why do i recognize your voice” (finally) to tul. and then tul has the audacity to speak in a lower voice LOL.. like on one hand, i fully understand not recognizing someone’s voice if thats all you hear online and then you (without knowing it is them) meet them in person. but i was really expecting him to know right away and just not mention it (it is a show after all, i was expecting some drama lol)... but nope, seems like he was oblivious
finally, the speech win gave to team about the homophobes.... listen i say this as a queer person, win should have 100% let team punch them... saying to “ignore it” or “who cares, they dont value us”.. feels so??? idk like on one hand, i would never wanna get into a situation with a debate lord homophobe but like, completely ignoring it?? or being like “well dean knows but he doesnt care so neither do i and neither should you” like???? i know damn well that if i hear someone talking homophobic rhetoric about one of my friends i would care about that (and i would hope that if a friend heard someone talking that kinda stuff about me they would care too) like i understand not putting yourself in an unsafe situation and i also understand that the speech was directly from the novel but please give the gays a win, let team punch the homophobes !!!!!
anyways thats all
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Coil Whip
Weapon (Whip), Uncommon
When you hit with an attack using this weapon, you can use your reaction to have the whip pull yourself to the target of the attack without provoking opportunity attacks.
You can make attacks against objects as if the whip had an additional 5 feet of reach.
Musician's Axe
Wondrous item, Common
When you grasp this lute and speak its command word, it transforms into an ordinary Battleaxe and ceases to be magical.
Todays items is a set of two, since both of them as smaller items that arent as dramatic in their effects.
The Coil Whip is that classic imagery of using a whip as a mobility tool, though this ones less "Swinging around" and more grappling-gun. But yeah, you can use it as a way to move around faster and keep in range of enemies. Plus, when attacking objects, you can do so with a range of 15 feet, meaning you could move even faster if you didnt have enemies to attack, or you can transport yourself across greater distances. I actually really like the design of this one because its the sorta thing thats simple but you can be creative with. The first "tech" that comes to mind involves attacking your own allies as opportunity attacks to do weird movement between turns, but I shouldn't go down that line of thinking, its bad form for a homebrew writer to sit there enjoying cheese in their own work. Anyone else though feel free to get weird with it.
As for the Musicians Axe, this one is admittedly just a really lame joke? Or is it even a joke? Well, when I explain within this sentence that, uh, sometimes guitars are called axes, any humour you had with it is now officially dead.
Functionally, its similiar to a veterans cane, really similiar actually, though it in world would have a different social context to how it exists. Its not for your old retired adventurer to suddenly tap their cane and draw a longsword on you, its instead for the more bardy types to have a hidden weapon at hand.
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2/6/24
interesting day today; got home at 10:40, it's 12:20 now. work was ok, I mean - closing was bad. really bad. its not on me though, so whatever. maybe its easier to cope when i can blame someone other than myself. the rest was good, i breaded today, which ive grown an affinity towards. ive been getting scheduled with P more than anyone else; he always puts me on breading. its cool to bread when hes managing because we can talk, which makes the time go faster.
before that i ate pizza, and a chicken breast as a kind of late lunch - i didnt eat much at school (H wanted it) - though i did eat breakfast which is semi-rare. It was a sausage biscuit. getting out of the school today was horrible, i think im gonna start leaving through the side exit down to new school road to avoid the traffic - also my theory has been basically confirmed, it is indeed easier, faster, and more fuel efficient to circumnavigate the traffic by going through deloach rather than to push through it in the morning.
i missed a beta meeting this morning, i dont know how many points i have - i dont care. C sat with me at breakfast today, which is a rare occurrence, i think me and him are becoming somewhat closer but i cant really tell. i missed the beta meeting because i didn't know about it in the first place but i would've made it ironically had i not woken up with greasy hair and decided to wash it this morning, and had i not taken the 'faster' way.
art class was good - well, we didn't get to talk much at all... actually, i take it back, art class was subpar. very little banter ensued, which is the real reason im in there. we had to do actual work. sucked. biology was fine, took a quiz, 96, test friday. im pretty sure she heard me refer to pollen as 'plant nut'.
lunch food sucked, but i didn't eat much of it so does that matter? english was fine, she attempted a pop quiz but i had already heard about it- plus it got interrupted by a tornado drill - which i'm pretty sure we failed. our plan is shoddy at best, we had kids double stacked on the walls. public speaking was interesting as always, meditated in there. which i might start doing regularly, i was anxious in there for some reason, meditating helped. mrs. waters reminds me of mrs. kelly.
i got mcdonald's after work, but ordered from the wrong one (the ghetto one by the college) so i had to go across town to get it, which added like 30 minutes to my route. the sandwich wasn't even that good. oh well. c'est la vie.
i should be going to sleep but i feel like im owed some me-time, and this is pretty much all im going to get. im gonna restrict instagram to 25 minutes a day, i think. ive reverted back to being a diet coke fiend. one of life's greatest pleasures is an ice cold diet coke from a can.
i need to put gas in my car but im trying to get it to where my mom has to fill it up when she drives my car on friday, i have 85 miles, its tuesday. i dont think im going to make it. i have a haircut one of these days, but im not sure when. ive been thinking about growing it out again, mostly because i saw chip gaines on that fixer upper show, and i think it looked kind of good in a weird way. but haircut for now.
i think writing about my day at the end of it is a good way to end my day. i need to get night face cream, i probably need to shave. if its not cold id like to get outside tomorrow. my legs hurt from standing all day. i cleaned my room today. ive been thinking about going to church. idk with whom. its been so long since ive been. maybe im missing out on something? idk, i'd go with C and M.E., shes invited me before, weird to think im actually considering it.
i suppose this is long enough already.
its only tuesday. i cant believe its only tuesday.
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copy and pasting this from my notes app. also edited to protect the privacy of S.
random disclaimer!!! i wrote this when i was really h0rnie but i wanna be real with u guys, so don’t judge. realness is key. i also wrote this at the time kinda in the style of a novel just in case i write a memoir about me having a tc. plus when stuff happens my brain narrates it like a novel.
11/28/23 at 4:40 pm-ish
writing in my notes app because i’m at rehearsals and i don’t have my diary.
holy fuck S is one fine man. he wore a tie today. i kept looking at his shoes when he was standing at the front of the class, and at his legs, imagining myself straddling his thigh or rubbing my womanhood on his fancy shoes. i know it’s wrong, but i want him to make a mess out of me. i’d let him do anything he wants to me. but does he even want to?
i think that maybe when i have eyes for a man my delusions take over? i don’t know. it’s so obvious when someone i’m not interested in is flirting with me, but when it’s someone im head over heels for, i think too much. no, i don’t think enough. whatever.
i came up to the front to take a pencil. i didn’t need a pencil, i only wanted to be within two feet of him. i wore my circular glasses today. he called me harry potter, but i didn’t hear him because of the idiots in my class.
“miss potter?” he said, smiling. i didnt even realize he was speaking to me. i didn’t think he would talk to me, but he did. all i had on my mind was, get up, walk across the room, take a pencil, and walk back to my seat, all while giggling and fawning internally over being physically close to him.
“what?” i asked.
he repeated himself.
“huh?” at this point i had already malfunctioned. the noise in the room, mixed with my own brain fog, wasn’t helping.
“never-mind,” he said, shaking his head.
“what?”
“your glasses. you’re like harry potter.”
“oh.” i started towards my desk, before stopping and realizing how strange i was acting. i turned around. “i didn’t hear you,” i said, as to not make him think that i didn’t get his joke, and continued walking back towards my seat, screaming at my own clumsy disposition. i’m not usually like this. i can’t remember if i smiled when he did or not. usually i know to smile when the other person is also smiling, of course, when im not wetting myself over their mere presence.
when i went to the bathroom, i noticed a huge wet stain of discharge on my panties. i’m not even ovulating. i guess i’m just a huge pervert.
i want to go home and touch myself thinking about him. i want him to come see our show and smile as he tells me how amazing i was on stage. i want the atmosphere of the late night to arouse his desire for me. i want to disappear with him for only a few moments, to do risky things with him around the corner, merely meters away from the rest of the theater-goers. i want him to do things to me that anyone with a shred of sanity would never imagine him doing to a high school girl, regardless of her legal adulthood. i want him to fuck me, but even his gentle caresses against my cheek with his calloused hand would be enough for me. perhaps even to feel his beard against my face when we kiss.
#male tc#tc blog#tc community#tc crush#tcc tumblr#teacher crush#teacher attachment#hot teacher#tcc#teacher love
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Keeping it real
Yeah, i think i can only work with spontaneous, but probably you dont like the 3am calls… haha no, but tbh, i know it is a long topic to be next to 20 other topics, but still, whatever, i just feel like engaging in this topic right now, so you read it whenever hahah truth is i was never good in emotionally stressful conversations, and what we had was a big exception. I really felt comfortable talking to you about things i never said out loud to anyone. But i dont know, i could list many reasons why i shut down again. Like, i am really happy that we are getting our friendship back to how it used to be, but i guess i was hurt and reacting the best i could, you were hurt with my reaction, and, at least for me, everything created a wall or - again - a big elephant in the room that I definitely didnt want to talk about or fix it. And all that happened when both of our lives also changed a lot and the whole distance came, which made it easier to ignore. I did hear you were upset with me, and i did think about writing you something, but i always got lost in my own emotional rollercoaster when i tried it 😅 honestly, i had a 2 page text just to start off when i wanted to explain to you what was going on in my head. If i would follow it through, you would get a whole book for you (like this message right now) 😅 anyway, i know that i called you and scared you out, but when i called you was not to scare you, but because i was in a really shitty emotional crisis. And i know i have a history of calling so late in the night usually for bullshit reasons, but it was not the case. And then somehow i felt very judged for doing it, even if it was not your intention (and if it was, you would be completely right in doing it), and i heard meltem was also upset with me, and this all triggered me, throwing me back to when things were weird and messy. So yeah, i didnt feel comfortable anymore, and it is definitely not your fault. It is my emotional defense mechanism. I dont control it. And i am writing it all now bc i know that today i can speak about it but maybe not tomorrow 😅 and today i just want to be real haha and plus, the other reason is as simply as we no longer have a shared lifestyle, where we actually see each other and do things together. I think people need to have closeness to feel more comfortable talking about certain things. I think this also adds to the whole situation
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You’ve been on my mind lately. I think it started when i went to the club with ivan. he sat next to me and asked me how ive been, and put his arm around me and just showed mad love "yo im really glad you're here, we havent chilled in a minute". he said. Sybyr played earlier today and it hit. I think tonight is the night i finally get the chance to grieve you.
Music was our bond since the moment we met. “Je suis le noir le plus blanc que tu vas rencontrer”. When i found out you listened to metal in grade 10. Shameless in your identity and your taste in music is what i loved about you. Putting me on ferg, uzi and even tried to put me on korean pop. When you hit me and martin up to hangout in the summer, there was a part of me that dreaded it. When i left emmanuel i felt as though i made sure to remove myself from anyone there and went as far as dissociating from the identity i had there. Kept in touch with the ones i truly had love for and moved on. Seeing you meant i had to tap into that identity. Martin and i dont even fuck with each other like that anymore. The day came and martin ghosted, i pulled through. I hadnt seen you in years. You asked me to call jaya, and i did. We spent time in the parkinglot talking about life, music and the men we chose to be. You pulled up in a white beamer. You were level headed but i could tell you were happy about the car. kept emphasizing how it meant nothing to you. “I stay out of trouble. Mes amis font des bhays, moi j’vais au travail, et je rentre chez moi, je veux rien savoir.” I think that line of yours echoes through my conscious the loudest. “Je veux bouger au ouest, c’est calm ici”.
On the night Wednesday, August 10th, i was riding my motorcycle to the old port. The sun was setting and the sky was magnificent, but i couldnt shake this feeling in my stomach. The entropy in the air was strong, why does it feel like my clock is holding on by a thread? I was particularly paranoid and i couldn't comprehend why. My sixth sense was feeling particularly hazy. “is this how i go? will it be a pothole or an accident? am i gonna get drunk tn and drive into a lightpole?” I was playing eeny meeny miny moe, which one of these cars is going to projectile me on the otherside of the highway? I felt death lingering around me until i made it to the club that night. A fight broke out, and my boy got involved, so i got involved, is this it? collateral in a fight? but no, i was okay.
It was jeffs story that i saw first in the morning. “What the fuck does he know about you, why the fuck would he post that?” i messaged him, that shit wasnt funny, i was heated at 9 am. I checked cobis story, and texted jaya right away, l kept refreshing my phone while driving to work. This cant be real. But it was. The only time adulthood escapism was of any service; i was in brampton while people walked your vigil. I felt like i didnt show up for you the way you showed up for me in the west. When i came back i made sure to go to your funeral. I went alone on my bike. Found a seat and witnessed people speak on your name. Your family, your friends, and your mother. Your strong spirited mother. It was all still surreal. At your burial i was accompanied by some familiar faces, which made me feel some comfort. Your mom left fast. I wanted to stay as long as i could so i did. People came to you to say their good bye. I shied away, i didnt wanna front on anyone. One of your boys played uzi, the track you showed me in highschool. Eventually when people moved away, ivan put his arm around me and said: “come, we need to say good bye” ivan, devin, crystel and i came to see you. I put my hand on your casket and i prayed.
I prayed you found the quiet you looked for. I apologized for not putting effort to see you when i could have. And i thanked you for the music. I thanked you for the time, and thanked you for coming to see me and keeping in touch. You were always so big yet so gentle. I was far from being your closest friend, but the little bit of mutual love and respect we had for each other was enough to have me aching writing to you now. I know its meek, but i hope it is strong enough to travel to you. you really broke my heart. May your soul travel in music forever.
long live jaystarz.
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End of Summer Update
Hey,
I hope youve been well. Its the first of september, 2022, and its currently 04:44. Im listening to sad music so i can feel something. Anything. Its working a little but so far ive only cried about the fact that i dont belive in magic anymore. Oh and hey, I start school in 8 days.
I dont know if that is very important so ill just hopp right into it. Here is where things left off since I last wrote here; I graduated middle school, removed some of my friends from social media (plus grew apart from others), and temporarily moved to Leeds (dont worry ill explain later.) Also here is a little boy update: Ive been dreaming about him at night and I honestly dont know what I really feel. All i know is that im not over him. And that its more than a crush but less than love. I know its not love because it feels to awkward to write. I will hopefully be over him soon.
As for the explaination as to why I am in leeds, I will keep it short. Basically my dads job doesnt think he has enough animal surgery experience to send him to Singapore yet, so we have to stay in leeds til December-January. I was really distraught and stressed about it at first but now im ok (still a little sad about it ofc), but I know were moving there so im not going to worry myself over it anymore. Ive been thinking I might have to do IBDP next year and not this year (since they dont have it here, and i would be loosing 6 months of classes, which would put me ta a major disatvantage for the exams), but i dont mind since I would still be graduating at the same time as other teens my age in Norway. Also me and my BFF stayed in touch all this summer, so I think we will continue to do so in the future. Today she said something really sweet to me over the phone. She told me she didnt think she would ever have another friend that would understand her as much as I do. I feel the same towards her. She is truly the best friend. A little problematic but i still love her <3.
Speaking of friends, I called that old friend I told you about a while ago, the one I didnt think I would stay in touch with. I called her to see if she was alive (since she completely deleted social media, and her and her mother werent responding to anyones messages), it was clear that she didnt really want to be talking to me. Im not mad tho. I understand it. To be honest i dont think i realistically want to stay in touch with her. She is a completely new person, with a new life (and a new accent?) so ill leave her to it. So you will most likely never hear of her again.
This is very random but ive been worrying about some things recently so i thought I would write them here to get them of my chest. Current stressers/insecurities: My neck (the length and shape), My weight (I feel like im too skinny), My hair (my hairline is receding and im getting bald spots), my skin (I have so much hyperpigmentation on my face). Now that im writing them down they sounds kind of silly, but oh well!
Its starting to get messy so ill leave it here for now...
Much Love, Me <333
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I had a customer pull the ol’ “I’m going to cancel my order and shop elsewhere!” line on me today and since I’ve been in customer service for so long, it doesn’t work on me, so I told them “if that’s what you’d like to do, I can refund your money” and they immediately retracted their statement and became flustered because I didn’t give them the response they wanted and oh boy was that slightly pleasing tbh
#.txt#personal#retail#retail life#customers are the worst#he was mad because we cancelled all deliveries today due to the storm and the roads being shitty#plus theres still travel bans and advisories#so they shouldnt be out anyway#and this guy is just an entitled asshole#whos used to getting his way#and it made me really happy to throw him through a loop#i was about to offer to return his delivery fee too#but he went off more so i didnt#like youre not more important than anyone else my dude#then he asked to speak to the manager and i got to do the i am the manager thing#and that was fun
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Attention (SMUT)
Request: Smut. Bucky gets jealous of her for getting too close to his friend Steve. So he punishes her 🍆🤤
Sorry for the delay! Here it is and I hope you enjoy! Let me know what y’all think!
You and Bucky had been invited to Tony Starks birthday party tonight. In most cases you would have an outfit ready, but Bucky wanted to dress you today. You thought it was the cutest idea ever and you let him choose for you. He came out of your closet with a beautiful black dress , that had a slit on the side. He got you this as a gift during the first month that you guys started dating. You were saving it for a special occasion so you were a little shocked that he would bring it out for today’s birthday party. Your eyebrows slightly bunched together in confusion as Bucky laid it on your bed.
“Why that dress for today babe? It’s just Tony’s birthday, not the met gala” you chucked. Buckys metal hand traced the side of the dress and smiled at the thought of seeing your body in this sexy dress. “I just want to show off my beautiful girl. Plus, my tux is all black as well. You know how I love matching with you” he smiled as he went to place a soft kiss on your lips.
You nodded in agreement , taking the dress off the bed and walking into the bathroom to change. “I just hope this dress doesn’t get ruined like my last one…” you sighed smiling at the memory that started to form in your mind. “What do you mean, Doll?” Bucky asked curiously.
“One day, Steve and Thor got so drunk at Natashas party that they started having “cake wars” and I made the huge mistake of trying to take the cake away from them and Steve threw a handful of cake at me, while he was trying to get Thor. I was so mad because the dress I got for that day was super nice but I had to get rid of it…it was way too stained” you stated as you slid yourself into your dress.
Bucky rolled his eyes at the sound of Steves name leaving your lips. Him and Steve had some unspoken tension between them that always puzzled you. Little did you know, Steve wanted you for himself but Bucky moved way too fast and was able to cuff you up before Steve even thought about it. Bucky and him were inseparable but once they both realized they were after the same girl, they both got distant. Bucky loved his friend but he always got everything. The fame, love, praise, recognition. He wasn’t going to let him get you though, because you belonged to him. Only him.
“He better not start his shit or I’m going to fuck him up” he spat. “Bucky, you’re not an angel when you get drunk either you get pretty angry AND / OR get into fights with everyone. “ Bucky knew that he had to tame his demons when he was around you just because he didn’t want to scare you off, but it’s been getting harder and harder to control it as men had gotten a bit too brave around you. Bucky wasn’t the type of shy off when something made him mad.
~~~~Later that night~~~~
You and Bucky walked into Tonys home and it never failed to amaze you how beautiful his house was. You hope to one day share a home with Bucky. One where you could one day raise a family of pets and eventually even kids. He noticed you were busy thinking about something so he nudged you to bring you back from your daydreams. “What’s wrong Doll? You seem distracted.” asking with a little scrunch of his eyebrows. “Oh it’s nothing just thinking about this huge-“ You we’re cut off by a familiar voice. “Y/n, Bucky, so glad you guys could make it. You’re only like 1 Hr late but who’s keeping track.” You all chuckled and said happy birthday to Tony. “Come join us, the food just got served”. As you walked into his lavish dining area you said hi to everyone and sat down on the 2 remaining seats. Steve was on your right and Bucky on your left. He soon started to talk to Sam who’s was next to him. “Hey y/n…I haven’t seen you in a while. How’s it going?” Steve asked you giving you a quick hug. You thought that Bucky would have turned around or at least notice but he was too busy joking with Sam.
“Hey Steve it has been a while. Just going through life, you know.” You smiled warmly.
“I feel you. It’s so good to see you. Your little boyfriend likes to keep you all to himself huh?” He asked softly so that only you could hear him. You just smiled and shook your head side to side, not wanting to answer. Steve was always a flirt you thought, but in reality he liked to push your buttons to see your pretty little face flush. After dinner you all moved to Tonys living room, everyone consumed in their own conversations. Bucky was next to you the whole night , making sure you were having a good time as well. “I’m going to go upstairs real quick, Tony is needing a hand with one of his “toys”. I’ll be right back Doll” he said placing a kiss on your cheek. You nodded and decided to pick up your phone to check up on any notifications you had.
Steve gulped down his drink from across the room as he saw Bucky leave your side finally. He started to approach you as soon as he was out of sight. “All alone?” He asked looking down at your small frame. Your eyes snapped up to see Steve standing in front of you. “ For now, Bucky is out doing something “ you said looking in the direction that he walked “May I sit?” He asked with a smirk. You nodded and scooted over. You and Steve started having a nice conversation and got all caught up with eachothers lives. He brought you some drinks to loosen you up and they seemed to be working perfectly as you started to feel a bit more chill and relaxed. Steve laid his arm over the top of the couch and scooted closer to you, making your face turn hot but the closeness. Steve leans over close to your ear and whispered “You look absolutely stunning. Tell Bucky to bring you around me a little more, hun. I’m sure he’s the sharing type.” You knew he was getting a little too comfortable due to the drinks he’s been having but you tried not to make a big deal. “Steve, please.” you warned wanting him to know there was line he was approaching and that he hould not cross. “Please what y/n…. I never see you and I know for a fact it’s because of Bucky. I’m also your friend and I want to be around you and in your life. Don’t you want that?” You turned your face around to get a bit of separation. But then he used his thumb and index finger to turn your face towards him. “Well?”. You didn’t know what to say so you stayed silent just looking down. Steve was irritated and he let go. Standing up looking down at you. “When you make your own decisions, you know where to find me” he said turning around but then suddenly he bumped into a strong chest. Your eyes shot up and you were frozen.
There he was, his chest falling up and down in absolute anger. Looking straight into Steve’s eyes. “Get out of my face Buck.” Steve said in a low tone. Bucky didn’t say a word, his nose flaring and his chest rose and fell slowly with anger. His metal arm rapidly grabbed his throat. “DONT ever touch her again. I’ll fucking kill you” and with that he threw him across the room by his neck, hitting some tables and chairs as he fell to the ground. Everyone snapped their attention over to you guys a few gasps and screams erupting. You quickly stood up and got in front of Bucky, placing your hand on his bicep as if it would calm him down. “Please Bucky, stop...” you said looking over at Steve who was surrounded by people as they tried to help him up. Tony and Sam went over to you guys to make sure that Bucky wouldn’t escalate this any further. “Bucky, you need to control yourself. This isn’t the time nor place. “ Sam said turning to look at Steve who was now up and getting held back and talked to by Thor and Vision. “Jesus Christ Barnes, you could have at least given me some time to pull out my phone to record that.” Tony said making Bucky snap out of his trance and you could see a small smile starting to form. Sam rolled his eyes and shook his head. “But yes..like Sam said. Not the time and definitely not the place. Pepper is going to kill me. “ as he looked at the broken table. “Sorry Tony, we’re just going to head out. I promise we’ll pay for that” you stated pulling Bucky away.
As you guys were heading to the entrance of the house, Bucky quickly pulled you into a near by room and locked the door behind him. You almost got whiplash at how fast he got you in there. “what the fuck were you doing with Steve, why did you let him get that close to you.” His big broad frame towered over you. “I didnt...well.. I dont know he was just sitting there and he got so close, i felt so trapped I didnt know what to do. “ you explained not knowing what to say to not make him more mad. “you know i dont fucking like him, why would you even entertain him? Do I need to brainwash you to never speak to anyone else but me... Hmm?’‘ he said pinning you to a nearby wall and pressing his body up against you. You didnt know if the drinks finally got to you or what, but you were feeling all tingly inside. Absolutely loving Buckys dominance. “or do you just want some attention. Because ill give you all the attention in the world Doll...but you'll only get it from me...no one else.” he whispered into your face.His lips brushing lightly over yours. You let out a little moan, his words going straight into your pussy. “I just need yours. You know that” you purred leaning in for a kiss. Bucky pulled away looking at your beautiful eyes, filling up with want and lust. “ Im going to show you that you only belong to me, and Ill make you crave only me and my attention. now turn over” he said giving you a quick kiss.
You obediently turned and he started to slide your panties down. Buckys hands started to roam your body, his metal arm stopping at your clit. “I need you to be quiet for me Doll. Can you do that?” he said as his hard cock was grinding on your ass. “Yes, Sargent Barnes” you moaned as his fingers started to play with your clit. “Fuck...sucha good girl”. When he felt that you were wet enough he grabbed your hair and shoved you down onto a nearby dresser, earning a gasp from you. He pulled himself out and pulled up your dress, giving you a nice hard slap on your ass making you whine. “You had your fun with that imbecile “ he said as he aligned his throbbing cock at your entrance. “now its time for me to punish you like a whore for talking to him. “ and with that he rammed inside of you, letting out an animalistic growl at your tightness. Your moans ripped through your throat as he started to pump himself inside of you, with out much gentleness. His metal hand quickly went to your mouth, muffling your beautiful sounds. “Shh babygirl..cant let anybody else hear”. He thrusted into you hard and fast, making you see stars and your mewls restrained by his cold hand. Your wetness soon started to drip down your leg. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, feeling nothing but pure pleasure and bliss. Buckys arm went down to your neck and he pulled you up, making you arch your back. He leaned down looking at your fucked out face while he stuffed you full of his cock over and over again. He started to have a hot sloppy make out session with you, moaning into your mouth and you doing the same. Tongues interwoven into each other.
Bucky grunted your name, standing upright one more time. He grabbed your hips and started to fuck into you harder, his head snapping back as he was so close. “fuck im going to cum inside you Doll…Tell me who you belong to y/n..” he growled. “Y-you Bucky...only you Sergeant Barnes.” you moaned. Thats all it took for him to finally cum. His thrusts got sloppy as he spilled inside you. His cock twitching inside with each pause he took. He smiled as he pulled out, watching his cum spill down your leg. He pulled you up and gave you a passionate kiss. “dont worry Doll. We have much more to do at home. This was just a warm up, I’m going to give you orgasms after orgasms and you’re going to take it and enjoy it”
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