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devilish-cherry · 2 months ago

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ᨳ♡₊➳ jujutsu kaisen x reader

ᨳ♡₊➳ crack with plot

"You hate your job. The pay is bad, your manager is worse, and customers are somehow both entitled and clueless. Just as you finish contemplating whether unpaid breaks are a human rights violation, weird new people keep showing up to the café. They all seem to know each other. Sometimes they talk in cryptic phrases. What the hell is this domain and why do they want to expand it? One time, a man with stitches on his forehead walked in, made prolonged eye contact with you, and then left without ordering anything. You’re pretty sure he was a serial killer. Another time, the one with white hair and sunglasses indoors mentioned a "higher mission", and you’re 90% sure this is how cult documentaries start. One of your regulars only speaks in weird food-related phrases. You assume he has some kind of medical condition, but no one explains anything to you. But you are not about to ask questions, because ignorance is bliss and also job security. And unfortunately, they are all weird and they seem very interested in coming back."

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ᨳ♡₊➳ a/n: nanami lovers come get y'alls food

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You could tell it was going to be a bad day the moment Greg the Manager said, "You got this!" before immediately disappearing into the back to not help you.

Greg had a habit of vanishing like a mirage whenever actual labor was required. If someone spilled an entire oat milk latte on the floor? Greg was gone. If a customer started a full-blown argument about why they should get free refills on an espresso shot? Greg had already ascended to another plane of existence. You were convinced that if the café ever caught fire, Greg’s survival instincts would have him teleporting to another country before the flames even reached the register.

Which meant that during the morning rush, when three separate customers decided to be human disasters at the exact same time, you were on your own.

Disaster #1: A guy aggressively insisted that his cappuccino did not have enough foam, despite the fact that it was all foam. You showed him. He stared at it like it had personally betrayed him. Then he said, “No, but like… more.” You fantasized about launching him into the sun.

Disaster #2: Some finance bro tried to pay with crypto. Just held up his phone with a QR code and said, “Do you guys take Ethereum?” You had to explain, with the patience of a kindergarten teacher, no, you do not take Ethereum, that this was just a café.

Disaster #3: An elderly woman came in and asked for “Just a plain coffee, dear.” You gave her a plain coffee. She stared at it in disgust and asked, “Where’s the hazelnut, the cream, the froth, the caramel?” You reminded her she asked for plain coffee. She gasped in betrayal, like you had taken her firstborn child.

It was too early for this. You were suffering.

Then when the morning rush finally slowed, and you had approximately thirty seconds to consider faking your own death, the bell jingled.

You turned, sighed, and mentally braced yourself.

Standing in the doorway, looking like he already regretted every decision that had led him here, was Kento Nanami.

Now, normally, you wouldn’t fear a customer. But Nanami wasn’t just any customer.

Nanami was a man with standards.

He stepped inside with the slow, deliberate movements of a man stepping into enemy territory. His eyes scanned the café—taking in the flickering light in the corner, the questionably sticky floor, the espresso machine currently making noises like R2-D2 in distress.

You watched as his jaw visibly clenched. Then, with the air of a man mentally calculating the exact moment his soul left his body, he turned to you and said, flatly:

“…Coffee.”

His tone carried the weight of a thousand disappointments.

You gave him a tight-lipped smile, already reaching for a cup. “What kind?”

“The kind that keeps me from quitting my job.”

"Ah. Great choice."

You started his order, because Nanami seemed like the kind of man who would sue you if you took too long.

As you worked, you could feel him watching you in the way someone watches a building slowly collapse, calculating how much money it’ll take to fix it. You glanced up and, yep. There he was, observing your entire workplace with the deep, profound disappointment of a man who once believed in something.

“…Is this place even up to health code?” he asked, voice heavy with the kind of exhaustion that only corporate life could instill.

You shrugged. “Depends. Does emotional trauma count as a contaminant?”

Nanami inhaled sharply. Like he had so many follow-up questions, but he already knew the answers would only bring him pain

He rubbed his temples. “How long have you worked here?”

“Too long.”

You rang up the order, but before you could say the total, Nanami narrowed his eyes ever so slightly, gaze snapping to the handwritten tip jar sitting next to the register.

You had labeled it “THERAPY FUND (I Need It).”

Nanami stared at it.

Then, very slowly, he turned back to you.

“Barista,” he said, voice as grave as if he were delivering a eulogy. “Are you underpaid?”

Oh no.

You had expected at least a few minutes of polite small talk before things derailed into an existential crisis. But no. Nanami had walked in, assessed your suffering, and decided that labor rights violations were the only thing worth discussing today.

See, here’s the thing: Nanami was not the kind of customer you wanted asking this question.

Most people just laughed when they saw the tip jar. Some customers tossed in a few coins. Gojo once put in Monopoly money just to be annoying.

But Nanami?

Nanami had stopped functioning. He was just standing there, staring at you like this was a personal attack on his fundamental values.

"I mean…" You glanced toward Greg the Manager, who was still pretending to be useful. "I'm paid exactly what Greg thinks I'm worth."

Nanami followed your gaze. His expression darkened. His head then slowly turned toward Greg the Manager.

Greg the Manager, sensing a disturbance in the force, looked up, and gave him a lazy thumbs-up. “What’s up, man?”

"You are a terrible employer," Nanami stated calmly.

Greg the Manager blinked. "Huh?"

Without breaking eye contact, Nanami asked, "Are you even qualified to be a manager?"

Greg the Manager grinned and shrugged. “Dude, I got promoted because the last manager quit in the middle of a shift. Left a note that just said ‘don’t let the void consume you.’”

"Increase their pay. Immediately," Nanami ordered, taking a slow, deliberate sip of his coffee like this was an organized coup.

Greg the Manager looked at you. Then at Nanami. Then at Candy Crush on his phone, like he was experiencing a full-blown existential crisis.

Finally, after what was possibly the longest pause in managerial history, he sighed and said, "We don’t have the budget for that."

Nanami closed his eyes. Like he was counting to ten so he didn’t commit a crime.

"I see," he said, calm but deadly.

You, deeply entertained but also slightly terrified, just leaned on the counter. "Yeah, I kinda figured that was gonna be the answer."

“Do you need me to unionize this café for you?” he asked, completely serious.

You choked.

“Wh—what?”

Nanami took off his blazer.

Oh god. Oh no. Oh absolutely not.

“I could do it,” he continued, rolling up his sleeves like he was about to commit a felony in the name of labor justice. “It wouldn’t be difficult.”

“No, no, no,” you said quickly, waving your hands in surrender. “I need this job. And more importantly, I need Greg to not fire me for trying to overthrow the capitalist machine during an unpaid break.”

Nanami narrowed his eyes.

“So you don’t even get paid for your breaks?”

You realized too late that you had given him more ammunition.

He put down his coffee and walked around the counter.

Fifteen minutes later…

Despite your best efforts to defuse the situation, Nanami refused to leave. Instead, he took it upon himself to observe the café.

"Uh," you said, watching as Nanami surveyed the espresso machine like a general strategizing a war. "What are you doing?"

"Fixing things," he replied.

And then. He started working.

Like, full-on working.

Nanami had entirely taken over.

He was managing the café now.

Not because anyone had asked him to, but because he simply could not stand the inefficiency.

He organized the supply shelves.

He rewrote the entire employee schedule in under five minutes.

Greg was banned from touching anything mechanical.

He timed how long it took for Greg to actually respond to an employee’s request. (Four and a half minutes. Greg was playing a very intense round of Candy Crush.)

He watched you make drinks without proper training, without proper equipment, and without proper will to live then helped you.

And the best part?

Customers actually listened to him.

At one point, a woman tried to use an expired coupon.

Nanami just looked at her.

And she left without arguing.

You had never seen anything like it.

By the time your shift neared its end, the café had never been more efficient. The line moved quickly, orders were accurate, and for the first time in forever, you weren’t experiencing an existential crisis every five minutes.

Nanami took a slow sip of his coffee. Nodded, approving.

“This could be a functional workplace,” he remarked.

Greg the Manager, completely baffled, finally found his voice.

"Uh," he said, scratching the back of his neck. "Do you… do you wanna work here?"

Nanami, in the most disgusted tone you had ever heard, responded with a flat:

"I would rather be hit by a bus."

He grabbed his coffee and headed towards the exit.

Fair.

And before he walked out, Nanami paused at the door, turned back, and said, completely seriously, with the voice of a man who had seen the horrors of corporate greed firsthand and was deeply, profoundly upset that you were willingly suffering through them—

“You deserve better than this place.”

And then he left.

Greg the Manager whistled. “Damn. Do you know if he's single?"

A few days later, your shift had started like any other mind-numbingly average shift.

You were in the middle of contemplating whether or not you could legally refuse service to people who ordered drinks with more adjectives than actual ingredients when you felt it. A sudden disturbance in the atmosphere.

It wasn’t anything obvious, but something about the café suddenly felt... wrong.

The espresso machine sputtered ominously, the fluorescent lights flickered just once, and the muffin guy in the corner finally looked away from his muffin, like even he could sense the disturbance in the air.

The door swung open with all the grace of a police raid.

It was Yuji. Sweet, cheerful, golden retriever in human form Yuji, who usually bounced into the café like he was the protagonist of a slice-of-life anime. But today?

Today, Yuji slinked in like he was some kind of villain in a psychological thriller. His whole posture had shifted—his shoulders squared, his head held high, a smug smirk tugging at his lips like he’d just orchestrated the downfall of a small nation.

Today, something was deeply wrong with Yuji Itadori.

Yuji Itadori, the human embodiment of sunshine, had walked in looking like he had just finished his villain arc.

The first thing you noticed was the grin. It wasn’t friendly. It wasn’t normal. It was sharp and smug, like he knew things you didn’t. It practically screamed, I would gaslight, gatekeep, and girlboss if given the chance.

You blinked at him.

Then you blinked harder.

Because Yuji, your number-one most harmless customer, now had face tattoos.

And red contacts.

And some kind of makeup that made it look like he had four eyes.

What in the Spirit Halloween was this?

“…Uh. You good?” you asked, hesitant.

Yuji (?) grinned at you, and you immediately regretted all your life choices.

“Barista,” he said, his voice deeper, richer, like the audio settings had been cranked to "Villain Monologue."

“...Yes?”

Yuji (??) tilted his head, watching you with an expression that was just this side of amused. “What pitiful existence is this? Shackled to the whims of labor, toiling away for mere scraps. Your suffering is profound, lowly peasant."

…Huh.

Okay. That was new.

You blinked, internally processing the fact that someone had just called you a lowly peasant in real life. You had encountered a lot of weird customers, but never one who spoke like a Final Boss trying to recruit you to the dark side.

“…You want a drink?” you asked, deadpan.

Yuji (???) tilted his head, smirking. Then, with the audacity of someone who had never experienced the horrors of customer service, he said: “Ah, you are not as foolish as you look. Give me a black coffee."

Wow. Okay. Somebody thinks they’re edgy.

For a second, you considered saying just that, but decided against it, because rent existed and so did unemployment. Instead, you just nodded like the underpaid, overworked soldier you were.

“Sure. One black coffee.”

You had seen a lot of weird things working here, but this? This was a new level of concerning.

The face tattoos, paired with the weird four eyes effect (which you assumed had to be some next-level Halloween makeup), it made him look like he was either an anime villain or a kid who got way too into Hot Topic in 2009. And the way he was looking at you? Like he was already planning your demise? Like he was debating whether he wanted to drink his coffee or use it to summon a demonic entity?

You knew exactly what this was.

Yuji had an alter ego.

And apparently not a fun alter ego, like a guy who only comes out on weekends to party. No, this was a full-blown anime villain alter ego. One that absolutely vaped in the school bathroom and got into fights over stupid things like “who looked at me wrong.”

You didn’t get paid enough for this.

"Make it strong," he sneered.

You stared at him. "Wouldn’t dream of making it weak."

Yeah. You were deeply, deeply concerned.

But, like all things in this job, you simply ignored it and did your job. Because you did not get paid enough to ask questions. With your usual efficiency, you made the black coffee, because unfortunately, that was your job, and placed it in front of him. “Enjoy.”

Yuji eyed the coffee cup like it had personally offended him, then looked at you. “You dare serve me coffee in such a humble vessel?”

You looked at the cup. Then back at him. “You want a goblet or something?”

He smirked. “Ah, you do have some wit.”

You didn’t like how pleased he sounded. He picked it up, and took a slow sip. Then, ever so slightly, his eyes narrowed. His upper lip curled.

“…What the hell is this?” he muttered.

“Black coffee,” you said flatly. “Like you asked for.”

Yuji made a noise of profound offense. “It is bitter.”

Your deadpan stare could have melted steel. “Yes. That’s what black coffee is.”

Yuji clicked his tongue in distaste. “This is an insult.” He shoved the cup back at you like you had personally wronged him. “Remedy this.”

You sighed. “Okay. How about I just add sugar?”

Yuji considered this. Then, begrudgingly, he nodded. “Very well. But do not disgrace my drink.”

You poured in exactly one sugar packet, stirred it, and handed it back. He took another sip—

And then narrowed his eyes, looking at you like you had just personally surprised him. His eyes flickered, as if waging a silent internal war. You swore you saw his jaw tense.

Then, after a very long pause, he muttered, “…Acceptable.”

“Uh. Thanks?”

Before you could even process the fact that you had somehow earned the approval of whatever persona Yuji was currently cosplaying, he turned—and proceeded to roast every single customer in the café. He leaned back against the counter, looking around the café with the slow, deliberate assessment of a man who had already decided he was better than everyone here.

Then, with the confidence of a man who believed himself to be a god, he sneered, “This place is full of idiots.”

Okay. Wow.

You stood there, watching as he proceeded to roast every single customer in the café like it was his divine right.

“That weakling in the corner?” He jerked his thumb toward some poor college student trying to write an essay. “His posture is absolutely pathetic.”

The innocent college student looked up, deeply confused and a bit hurt.

Then he turned to some girl at a table near the window. She looked up, mid-sip of her drink, just in time for him to smirk and say, “You look like you order matcha lattes.”

She gasped in pure horror as if he had personally insulted her entire bloodline.

He sneered at an elderly woman. “Trembling hands, weak posture… You are but a breath away from oblivion, hag.”

Oh my God.

She just smiled at him. “Oh, you kids and your funny little jokes!”

He blinked. Then scoffed and turned away, muttering something about "insufferable fools" under his breath.

At this point, you were begging someone to explain what the hell was happening.

You should stop this. You should stop this.

…But you were also kind of invested.

“Oh look,” he sneered, eyes landing on Greg the Manager, who had been doing nothing as usual. “A man who’s mastered the ancient art of pretending to work.”

Okay, well. That one was fair.

And then he set his sights on the espresso machine.

The espresso machine, naturally, took that moment to emit a guttural, otherworldly groan—one that sounded less like it was brewing coffee and more like it was summoning a demon from the seventh circle of hell.

He stared at it. It hissed.

You swore he narrowed his eyes like he was assessing a battlefield opponent. Then, after a long pause, he let out a dark chuckle.

“…This machine is cursed beyond mortal comprehension.”

You stared at him. "You done?"

He exhaled, clearly unimpressed by the café and everything in it. "For now."

Then, without another word, he turned and walked out the door, exuding the kind of ominous aura that suggested he was about to go stand on a rooftop somewhere and monologue about the nature of existence.

Wonderful. You loved your job.

The café was silent and then, minutes later—

The door slammed open.

Yuji rushed in, breathless, frantic, eyes wide with panic. He looked deeply horrified. He looked like a man who had just woken up from a fugue state and realized he had committed multiple felonies.

“Oh my god,” he gasped, hands on his knees, like he had just sprinted a marathon, and looking at you with absolute devastation. “I— I am so sorry— please, please don’t ban me—”

“...What the hell was that?” you asked, even though, frankly, you didn’t actually want the answer.

Yuji laughed nervously. “Uh. Would you believe me if I said ‘don’t worry about it’?”

“No.”

“Cool! Because, uh, I really can’t explain.”

You stared at him. He stared back.

Then, very slowly, you reached for a rag and began aggressively wiping down the counter.

“Alright,” you muttered. “Not my problem.”

“Wait, seriously? You’re just gonna ignore this?”

“Yuji, I have seen so many things at this job that I actively choose to ignore,” you said flatly. “This is just another one.”

Yuji looked like he wanted to argue. Then he sighed, shoulders slumping. “Yeah, okay. That’s fair.”

Unfortunately for you, this wasn’t the last time it happened.

Because 'Sukuna'—as you’d overheard Yuji frantically whispering to himself—returned.

Twice.

In one week.

You were growing concerned.

The first time, he strutted in like a menace, demanded another black coffee, insulted two customers, and then dipped like he had better things to do.

The second time, he walked in, took one look at Greg the Manager, and muttered, "This establishment is doomed."

Honestly? Hard to argue.

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sebthechosenone · 1 month ago

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I watched Nintendo direct so you don’t have to

Games coming

Borderlands 4 in 2025 on switch two

Civilization VII on switch two

WWE and NBA 2k coming

Survival Kids???

Gungeon 2

Starseeker 2026

Deltarune coming? Chapters 3 and 4

Cyberpunk 2077

Final fantasy VII remake

System overview

Big screen, same thickness

High def

120 FPS

HDR Support. Vivid

Joycon magnetic

Bigger sl sr buttons

Larger control sticks

You can use the joy cons as a mouse

Better audio

Built in mic for voice chat

3D audio makes it immersive

New stand that’s adjustable

Two USB ports, one on top and one on bottom that can be used for charging or connecting an extra camera

256 gigabytes of storage

New dock with better support

Better cooling for the mechanics on the dock

Compatible most Nintendo switch games

ZELDA GAMES DAMN YEAH

BOTW IS COMPATIBLE

SO IS TOTK

DETAILS FOR THE SWITCH TWO VERSIONS:

Faster loading for them both

YOU CAN CARRY OVER SAVE DATA FROM THE SWITCH!

You can have two save files so you can have more than one file

ZELDA NOTES FOR THE NINTENDO SWITCH APP?? It has navigation to help find shrines and Koroks with a voice guide. SIRI FOR TOTK??? Voice memories that unlock at certain places and add more to stories.

You can share auto build with QR codes lollll scan with Zelda notes

ITEM SHARING WITH QR CODES TOO? Bro also with Zelda notes. If I get this I’m sending you so many crappy boko horns (NAME REDACTED) lol.

Photo EDITING with Zelda notes obvi

My Play Data records stats for performance so you can brag. You can earn metals for it in the Zelda notes App. It’s in the app too btw.

You can see your records ranked in global play data in the Zelda apps and look at your trends

You CAN SPIN A WHEEL IN THE ZELDA NOTES APP TO GET EXTRA ABILITIES FOR THE DAY.

You can scan amibo and Zelda notes tracks it. Once you use it five times you get an extra use

They’re making TOTK sage amibos

ALL OF THIS IS ONLY FOR THE SWITCH TWO EDITIONS! YOU CAN UPGRADE THEM BY BUYING UPGRADE PACKS OR FOR FREE WITH AN ONLINE SUBSCRPITION.

GAMECUBE

they’re adding GameCube for the switch two!

WINDWAKER, soulcalibur WITH LINK LOL, F zero GX ARE COMING WITH IT!

You can customize controls

They’ll add more titles in the future

They’re making a GameCube controlleri

Mario kart

New cars and maps I think

A LOT OF NEW MAPS

You can ride on rails now!

New characters?

NEW POWERUPS AND OUTFITS!

It’s a whole world now

The cars have wings now no gliders :(

Weather and time of day changes now randomly

You don’t have to stay on the track, you can drive anywhere

There’s 24 in each race

Free roam lets you drive anywhere, no competition woah.

Scenic drives with friends

Take photos at new locations

Luigi is hot in that farmers outfit dayum

Actual direct now

Tetsuya sasaki is kinda hot too

There is a c button on the right controller for chatting online with ppl, even while playing different games. You can share screens while chatting. You can change game screen size while chatting or make others screens bigger. The Lava guy in the chat is hot too omlll. THERE IS ALSO A CAMERA SO YOU CAN SEE PPLS FACES.

You have to have Nintendo online you need a membership.

Gameshare requires only one console with a game, with any of the switches including light.

To transfer data, you can log into Nintendo account and transfer digital games, save data, and setting things I think.

It will launch June fifth 2025 YAYAYAY

You can play Tendo switch 2 games, compatible switch games from the first, and switch 2 edition, aka special versions of games.

Both BOTW and TOTK Special Edition will have enhanced visuals, HDR, and Zelda notes. Zelda notes is EXCLUSIVE to the Switch Two Editions.

Kirby forgotten land will get a new story for Switch Two Edition.

Metroid Prime 4 Beyond Special edition will have mouse controls and enhanced visuals.

Pokémon Legends ZA will have both versions.

Special editions are available as both physical and digital. You can buy an upgrade pack if you have the dumb poopy original version.

Wheelchair basketball with mouse controls, aka Drag n Drive lol.

New games include: ELDIN RING. OK. Hades II, Street Fighter Six, Daemon Maxim (??), Split Fiction, EA sports, Hogwarts Legacy (ok?), Tony Hawks Pro Skater 3+4, Hitman World of Assassination, JAMES SHUCKING BOND in Project 007, Bravely Default Flying Fairy, Yakuza 0 Directors Cut

ZELDA GAME NEW ZELDA GAME

YOU PLAY WITH ZELDA IN THE ANCIENT PAST

YOURE IN THE ANCIENT PAST

MINERU HAS A MOTORCYCLE

HYRULE WARRIORS AGE OF IMPRISONMENT.

NO SHUCKING SHOT.

It takes place in the Ancient Past of Tears of the Kingdom when Zelda gets sent to the past lol and you get to play as Rauru, MINERU, Zelda, and prob some other people.

MORE GAMES: Final Fantasy Seven, Path of Goddess, hollow knight silk song, story of seasons grand bazar, goodnight universe, two point museum, wild hearts5, witchbrook, puyo puyo, marvel comics invasion, starwars outlaws, fast fusion, shadow labyrinth, RAIDOU Remastered: mystery of the soulless army, No Sleep for Kaname Date- from AI: THE SOMNIUM FILES, Reanimal, Shucking Fortnight, Arcade Archives 2 Ridge Racer, Professor Layton and the New World of Steam, Tamagotchi Plaza, Human Fall Flat 2.

The LAST GAME: The Duskbloods. It’s creepy looking and looks awesome tho OML. It’ll come in 2026.

There will be more games but they haven’t announced them.

Wait there’s more???

Kirby Air Riders (Mario kart but Kirby lol)

Allegedly the last game but they’re being difficult: Donkey Kong Destroying Natural Ecosystems for Profit! Jk, it’s actually called Donkey Kong Bananza. Some fugly guy steals Donkey’s Mining Tycoon, so he tries to steal it back.

TLDR

switch on June 5 2025

Many new games

Zelda is going to be amazing

This is going to be amazing.

#legend of zelda #fuuuuuck #zelda #loz #Mario #kirby #donkey kong #nintendo #deltarune #final fantasy 7 #Eldin ring #nintendo switch #switch 2 #nintendo direct #wind waker #f zero gx #games #video games

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riveroftales · 10 months ago

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:+:-・:+:-・𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍:+:-・:+:-

ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏ ᴀʀᴛɪsᴛ ɢɪʏᴜᴜ x ғᴇᴍ! ғʟᴏʀɪsᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

𝘾𝙒! 𝖦𝗂𝗒𝗎𝗎'𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾

“Hello!” You smiled as you walked in the tattoo parlour, holding a box. “I have a delivery?”

“Oh! Hi!” A pretty girl with one tatted arm of a swarm of butterflies smiled back. “Are those the African Violets?”

“Mhm! Got 5 small pots in it, just as requested.”

“Thank you so much! You can leave them on the counter, and I believe the manager already paid?”

You listened to the girl, gently dropping the box near the register.

“Eh? I was told I’d be paid in person after I delivered it.”

“Ah, I see! Please wait for a bit then, I’ll go get the manager.”

You nodded as the girl walked away. Looking around, you took in the sight of the parlour. The whole place was kept neat and you saw a few bottles of tattoo ink.

Looking at the posters on the wall, you wondered if you could also get one.

What would it be?

As cliche as it was, you wanted a flower tattoo. A pretty flower of any kind.

There are a lot of pretty flowers.

“Hello.” A man emerged from the back.

But he’s prettier than flowers.

“Kocho, the girl you saw here, reminded me about the payment.” There wasn’t an expression present on his face, but his demeanour was soft.

“It’s fine. Honestly, things like this happen.” You smiled softly.

The man cleared his throat.

“How much is it?”

“$30.”

“Do you take credit?”

You nodded as you took your phone out.

“Yup! Just scan this and we’ll be good to go!”

He unlocked his own phone before scanning the QR code you put up on your screen.

“Thank you for your purchase!”

You sprayed the small bonsai tree on your windowsill with a spray bottle, humming along to the soft music you were playing in the back. The door opened.

“Oh! Welcome!” You smiled warmly to the customer, just for a blush to rise to your face.

The handsome tattoo artist.

“Hey.” He scratched the back of his head. “I.. Uhm. I need to make a new purchase.”

“Of course! Please feel free to look around and take your pick! I’ll make sure to deliver it myself as well.”

To your surprise, he laughed softly.

“I’m sorry for the misunderstanding. I’d like to make a new purchase for you. I’d like to take you out to dinner.”

STAY CALM STAY CALM STAY CALM STAY CALM STAY CALM STAY CALM STAY CALM.

“Eh?”

“I don’t really like stalling.. you already should have my number on your order history. Just text me a ‘yes’ or ‘no’. If it’s ’no’, that’s fine. If it’s a ‘yes’, you can send me your address if you want me to pick you up. Be ready by 7:30 PM.” He smiled softly before putting his hands in his pockets, turning around to leave the shop.

“Wait!” You stopped. “How are you so confident I’ll come?”

He smiled. “You go on blind dates, right? Only difference is that you know what I look like.”

A small laugh came out of you.

“See you then, princess.”

A smile formed on your expression as you recalled the memory. You finished cutting the stems of your flowers and you started to arrange them.

You relocated your office. The store was still the same, but now, your office was in a different part. It was facing the tattoo parlour right across.

You could still remember how the parlour was once the size of a small grocery store, but now, it had undergone renovations and it looked better than ever. You counted 7 new clients.

My Love, you still ready for tonight?

You received a text.

Yep! Just gotta finish a small arrangement for a client who’s getting married soon

You got a response almost immediately.

That’s odd. I don’t remember proposing to you?

GIYUU

I’m kidding, Princess <3

You let out a small huff before smiling. Finishing the arrangement, you put it away at a safe spot in your office before grabbing your bag and walking to the other side of the road to the tattoo parlour.

You wanted to spend a little more time with Giyuu even though you were still going out for a date later that evening. Time just felt so beautiful when you were with him. A little unfortunately, you forgot your phone at your office and hence didn’t see the next two messages from him.

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Heads up: I’m going to propose to you tonight with this ring. Don’t cry, okay? Just say yes or no. I’ll wait as long as it takes. I love you <3 get all dolled up for me, okay?

Ahhhh low-key hate this but I was desperate to upload smth T^T

I MIGHT rewrite this later bsjsjsjsjsj

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #giyuu tomioka #kny giyuu #giyuu fluff

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griffinscantdraw · 2 months ago

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New update. New brushes. Y'all can have them

#griffinscantdraw #art #custom brushes #ibispen #ibis paint #brush code #qr code #disabled artist #artists on tumblr #custom brush #ibispaintx #brush pack #free to use

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harpyco · 10 months ago

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Sky Commissions

LETS GO SKY ANNIVERSARY

I’m opening commissions for iap cosmetics

SkyFest Oreo Headband ($4.99) - Full body (no shading) (OPEN)

Anniversary Plush ($9.99) - Half body (full shading) or Full body with simple shading and simple background (OPEN)

SkyFest Wireframe Cape ($19.99) - Full body with full shading and detailed background (OPEN)

Examples and info below ⬇️

Info

Send me your pictures of your skykid(s) (I can draw custom designs as long as it is simple enough)

Tell what do you want me to draw your skykid

I can draw some sky creatures like mantas, birds, manatees, and crabs (no krills cuz I can’t rn)

No complex art

No NSFW

Instructions

Dm me

Send your QR or Sky code and I will unlock the friendship tree for you.

I will send you the sketch and will continue the piece once you approve it and send the iap/seasonal pass.

I will send the completed piece to you.

Notes

I might send you the progress, so you can give some suggestions or ask for changes.

I’m free on weekends, so the progress is slow. Please bear with it. I will get the piece done.

#sky children of the light #sky cotl #that sky game #thatskygame #skyblr #sky iap commissions #sky iap commission #sky cotl commissions #sky cotl commission #iap commission

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bonefall · 2 years ago

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Do the views on kitten stealing in your AU change ThunderClan's initial reaction to Fireheart strolling up with Cloudkit at all?

Firestar completely botched the claiming of the Queen’s Rights with Cloudkit. Utterly and totally. He waltzed straight into camp in broad daylight with an entire child, at least a month old, and when asked "what have you got there" he didn't respond with the customary, "a smoothie," but instead,

"This is my NEPHEW my sister GAVE him to me"

In an instant, he had unknowingly waived the Queen’s Rights. It is your right to NOT REVEAL the origin of kittens, and IF it becomes a problem, THEN it becomes a problem. When the origin is known and announced (such as via stealing or in this case, gifting) then the Queen’s Rights do not apply.

This is his nephew

He has been seeing his sister

The kitten was gifted

He did not break the code here, but Bluestar is within her rights to test his loyalty now, knowing he has been playing loose with the 'reject the soft life of a kittypet' part.

So kitten stealing isn't a concern here, but it wouldn't have been if he claimed Queen’s Rights either. It's also a good example of how the QR Code, if you will, is an IN-UNIVERSE law that isn't simply a "get out of jail free" card. It has customs and rules of its own.

Firestar is technically Cloudkit's Clan parent, but there's some odd technicalities because of this moment. Cloudkit isn't considered "full Firekin" and none of his kits or grandkits with Brightheart are "official" members of the bloodline.

#Which is why Ivy and Dove got swapped to Lionblaze's kits.#I have official rules for the Firekin because it is so plot relevant going foward #See: the ThunderClan family tree diagnosis #Better bones au #BB!TPB

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Hi, I like your style, could you please share which drawing and painting software you use and which brushes?

helloo, thankyouu!! im just gonna cut this post short bc it feels long (see more under the cut)

i actually use two programs depending on how im feeling: ibis paint x (free) and procreate (purchased).

ibis paint brushes:

for sketching i use dip pen (soft and hard) (these are the brushes i used to make this ; to get that texture i’ll tell u later on in this post)

& for coloring and shading i use pen (fade) and felt tip pen

i also have brushes i downloaded from pinterest and the qr codes of the ones i mainly use are:

i mainly only use this^^ brush for more serious drawings n lineart, like in my stickers post

these two i use for shading^^

to give the lineart a more pencil texture like the ones in my posts, u just open layers and select the screen tone “noise” by clicking the box that says “normal”:

you can download brushes to ibis paint from pinterest (just look up “ibis brushes qr code”) and u just download the image and can install them into the program by going to “custom” and clicking on the 3 buttons and pressing “import brush qr code”:

i totally recommend downloading brushes bc its through this that i found a lot of brushes that help me w my art n how i want it to look

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for procreate i use “dry ink” for lineart (can be found on the “inking” category)

and for more pencil textures i use literally all the brushes on the sketching tab of the brushes menu (tho i mainly use “technical pencil” “hb pencil” “6b pencil” and “narinder”)

hope this helped!!

#asks #ibispaintx #procreate #digital art

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jaytalking · 9 months ago

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Hi, I found your account recently and adored your art. It's the good stuff ✨🤌and is just nice seeing Danny and the gang in general (how you draw them all is amazing)

Uhhh… Sorry to bother you but I have a question, please feel free to ignore it. Do you use cloud storage or something similar? If yes, what one do you use (or recommend)?

I started drawing digitally for about a year only, I'm very confused (it's fun tho :D). Using Ibis paint too. For some time I'm having some issues when saving my finished pieces and keeping their quality. When I upload them to my Google Drive (I dont know other good alternatives yet) some of the pieces look less detailed :/

If it's okay, could you share some artist wisdom? I'm unsure how I should save my art, the cloud storage is because I don't want my stuff if my tablet breaks or the app stops working/glitches.

English is not my first language, sorry if anything is confusing. Have a great day! (Gender is absolutely shit, you're right)

I don't use cloud storage unfortunately, I usually save my pieces on my device and then upload them to Google Photos... Speaking of Google Photos, I think it's better than Drive for images. The storage is limited but if you're just saving your art it should be fine. Remember that by saving on cloud storage you're saving the entire artwork, if you just want to save the finished result download it as a PNG and upload it to Photos.

You don't seem to be the first person having trouble with cloud storage unfortunately, and as someone who's changed phones a lot and has lost a large amount of art, it sucks and it's basically inevitable. But what sucked more was losing my brushes, so remember to save the Qr codes of your custom brushes if anything because I don't think Cloud Storage saves those at all.

I recommend looking more into Image Resolution as a concept, it took me a bit to get it. I'm not explaining it here because I don't feel qualified to, instead I recommend looking it up yourself- ON THAT NOTE if you don't understand a concept in English always remember to look it up in your first original language. It seems obvious but it's very easy to forget. I know I do, constantly.

#batt's blathers

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pomodoro-words · 2 months ago

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Lost Property

Walk decisively, or the flood of people, like a river with eddies and tributaries, will carry you away and you'll wash up in a ditch. I'm striding through Waterloo, pretending to know where I am going. I falter at a large, hanging sign with one of those arrows that points at 45 degrees. Does it mean down the escalator? Or right-ish? I'll need to choose. An employee in a CUSTOMER SERVICE vest is passing.

"Hi, excuse me, can you tell me how to get to Lost Property?"

He replies in a stream, like an auctioneer, without pauses. I nod my understanding with the same urgency he delivered. I'm glad he gestures, I would have gone the wrong way. I memorise his consonants and repeat them back to myself like a mantra until the directions become real. "Down the escalators and make a right and another right and if you don't see it ask someone down there."

The escalators take me down, right past a McDonald's unit delimited by a spotless glass screen, so insubstantial it's like the idea of a McDonald's rendered in a futuristic Hollywood film. It has those self-service screens like flagpoles in a carefully ordered grid to minimise interaction. Service reduced to touchscreens and QR codes - all very efficient until something goes missing. Keep walking and more glass doors lead out of the station, to a utility road under the girders of the station.

It's rough, dirty and industrial under here. Delivery vans unload boxes of single-serving creamer. A steel barrier prevents me from stepping into the road, and a woman in a brown McDonald's hat leans her weight on her arms, exhaling slowly on her smoke break. I wonder to myself if that's permissible, in the Crew Member Handbook? I keep walking and find the double doors to the Lost Property office. A young woman just in front of me presses the release button on the doors. I follow her in, but she says to me, "You go ahead, I'm on the phone". I step forward into the small cubed room, and she moves against one of the four walls.

It's windowless and glaring, like a large walk-in wardrobe. It's quiet too, all the sound and motion of the station suddenly extinguished. It's airless, and a bit musty. There is a closed-up fireplace on one wall, and I'm confused how this could have been a room for an open fire. The floor has weathered grey lino and two blue upholstered chairs screwed to one wall. They're covered in stains, a bit shiny, like decades-old chewing gum. The desk area behind the counter is darker and empty.

I may have lingered too long. The woman steps forward on my behalf, perhaps with impatience, pressing a buzzer beneath a sign saying "Ring for assistance".

A man in his early seventies with thick glasses lenses emerges from the door at the back. His hair is white and wayward. He looks a bit like he's been sleeping.

"Hi," I open, "you emailed to say you've got my luggage."

He blinks at me vaguely, giving the impression he doesn't see me too clearly - but is at peace with that.

"We emailed, huh?" he says in an unhurried air. I smile and press the phone against the glass. I've got the email open. I'm prepared. Ready for war. Ready for disappointment. He peers at it, looks up at me, and says, "I'll take a look." He shuffles back out of the back door and I take a seat on the black shiny chair. I forget the woman has said she is on a call, and say nervously, "This place is a bit weird". She gives me the polite "I know you've forgotten I'm on the phone, but I see you" look.

I examine the room, but there isn't much to see. An ugly telecom set with a boxy, yellowed speaker in plastic attached to an angled mic that reminds me of a gynaecological tool. A poster lists the 'Recovery Charges' which vary from £20 for laptops to £10 for phones. Bikes and musical instruments are £3, and "keys, reading books and Filofaxes" a mere £2. Medicines are free. There is also a daily fee for electrical items (£1) or anything else (50p). This looks like the kind of information that causes disagreements.

I'm trying to remember what is in my bag, and if the total will be cumulative, but the clerk returns, and with two hands lifts my yellow luggage at eye level, like an offering. I give him a big beaming smile of joy.

"There it is!" I exclaim, stepping forward.

"ID," he asks, placing the luggage down. I'm prepared, I pass him my maroon British passport under the slit in the perspex. He takes it, flipping through the pages.

He keeps flipping.

And flipping.

Until he reaches the very last page.

The emergency contact page.

He looks up at me. "Martin Reyes?" he asks.

Confused, I nod, adding, "That's my husband."

He looks down at the passport again, reading Martin's contact details.

He looks up at me.

"New Mexico?" he asks.

Unsure what we're actually discussing, I nod, blankly.

He shrugs as if it's not worth his time, and takes a side door out of the office. A few seconds later he magically appears, from the street entrance, and places my luggage down, leaving without a word.

I leave quickly, eager to get back into the stream.

#writing #flash fiction #autobiograpical #microfiction #lost property

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imdoingmybest0 · 2 years ago

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Sweetie; part 1 Bob Floyd x F! Reader “Sweetie” 18+ minors please do not interact :)

(Bob gives me soft-dom vibes and this is a reflection of that feeling)

Series with @blimpintime, go check out the Jake "Hangman" Seresin x F!Reader story they’re writing, our stories are intertwined :) !!!!

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I pull my “uniform” out of my employee locker and slam the door to get it to shut. I sigh, this is what I get for picking up extra shifts, 8am private tours of Elite Naval Aviators. I really hope they aren’t a group of cocky old men ready to call me condescending names. I slide my thin vest over my clothes. Of course, I’d choose a pale blue tank top to go under a white crochet swimsuit cover. I was just glad I chose jeans today instead of a skirt, I didn't need more harassment than I already got. I button the vest at my stomach and pick my coffee up off the break room table. My early morning pick me up definitely helped make this shift more livable. I set it back down and make my way through the door leading to the hangar.

I can see the aviators milling about through the glass lobby doors, luckily I spot a woman or two among them and none of them looked old enough to cat call. I walk quickly to the doors, checking my watch, 7:53am, right on time. I walk towards the doors and turn the lock.

“Hello!” I say, trying to sound cheery and awake, “Welcome to the Naval Air Museum, Hanger four; the Cold War.”

The group gathers around and a few of them smile at me and one man with glasses gives a shy wave. I feel an abnormal heat spread at the back of my neck. I knew I was touring Aviators today but I didn't expect so many of them to be attractive. Actually all of them were attractive.

I force a smile, “Here at the museum all of the employees go by callsigns, mine is Sweetie and I'll be your guide today.” A few of the group chuckle and my neck heats up from the attention. “I’ll be taking you around and showing you planes from each decade of the cold war. Feel free to ask me questions at any time and I will try my best to answer them. If you have further questions, you can always scan the QR codes on the displays for more information.”

Reciting the memorized script eased my nerves. I asked the group to follow me and I made my way through the tour, stopping at key planes to describe their uses or pilots or any of the many, many boring details of their reason for being in a museum. I saw a few of the group yawn on occasion and some had stopped to read other planes' descriptions. There was one person who kept their eyes trained on me, the same man who had waved at me in the lobby. He was tall and lean with wavy dirty blond hair. He wore thin gold glasses that suited his face. He wore a vintage t-shirt tucked into well fitted jeans. He had a worn blue carhartt jacket and he looked absolutely stunning.

I stumbled over my monologue about the F-15 and he smiled at me and gave an encouraging nod. I feel my face turn red at his attention. I'm about to finish my tour when I spot a woman walking between the exhibits, drink in hand and two kids running ahead of her, one with a tablet and the other with a bag of chips as big as their head.

“Excuse me ma’am, this section of the museum is closed for a private tour until nine.” I say politely. She turns quickly on her heel and looks me up and down. My stomach drops, one of those huh.

“I paid to be here,” she looks at my name tag and scoffs, “Sweetie.”

I smile with my teeth gritted and try to remain courteous, “Im sure you did ma’am but there was a sign posted out front saying this section is closed. We have plenty of other wonderful hangars open to the public.”

She rolls her eyes and places a hand on her hip defiantly, “Don’t ma’am me young lady. I will go wherever I please as long as I’m a paying customer.”

Her grating voice attracts the attention of the pilots, a few start to move in closer to see what the commotion is. “Ma’a- Miss, I’m sorry this tour is a special request from-” I start.

“I don’t care who's ‘special request it was’, I've been sitting in the car with those two,” she gestures to her two kids running between the planes, “for five hours. So I’d like to enjoy the museum that I paid to see.”

I open my mouth to say something else, getting frustrated, when I hear the door to my left slam open. I hear a voice echo through the hangar, “I know someone is not yelling at my employee at eight in the fucking morning.” It's my manager, Dynamite.

“Oh, Dynamite you’re-” I start before she holds her hand up to me. I stand there shocked as Dynamite lays into the woman escorting him towards the door. I see one of the pilots, the muscular blond one, lean over to his friend and murmur, “That's hot.”

Dynamite, returns to the group and smiles professionally, “Sorry about that y’all. I hope you enjoy the rest of your tour with our Sweetie here.” She gives me a gentle pat on the shoulder, “If anyone has any questions at all let me know, I’ll be over here figuring out paperwork at the side desk.” She points to a desk with the sign “Need help?” hanging off it., before making her way over, quickly tailed by the murmuring blond.

“Sorry about the interruption folks. We have mostly concluded our tour. If you'd like to walk around we still have about fifteen minutes left.I’ll be over by the info desk if you have any more questions.” I smile at the group and make my way over to the info desk. I began to organize the leaflets that the Karens kids had strung everywhere. I’m so focused on my work that I don’t notice the bespectacled man approach. He cleared his throat soft and I jumped, almost dropping the papers I was holding.

“Hey there,” he says quietly.

My face warms and I smile at him, “Hi, did you have any questions?”

He scratches the back of his head and looks at the floor, “Um yea could you tell me about,” he pauses and looks around the planes, “could you tell me more about the F-15?” His cheeks are flush red and so do mine.

“Of course,” I say and lead him back to the plane. “The F-15 here has a wingspan of about 42 feet and ten inches, she runs on two electric turbofan engines, as well as being the first plane to have radar.”

I try to sound excited but I’m slowly running out of facts, I only memorized a few per plane. The tall man trains his eyes on the plane and then looks back at me and asks, “Do you know how fast it can go?”

“Uhh,” I say, “I’m sorry I don’t. I could ask Dyna if you'd like.” I’m a little disappointed that I don't have a reason to keep talking to him.

“Oh,” he smiles down at the floor, “Its top speed is Mach 2.5. I just thought I might as well figure out a reason to talk to you.” I’m a little surprised. His face is red as a beet and adjusts his glasses.

I feel my face heat up and my eyes widen, “To me?”

He chuckles, “Well yea Sweetie, I really enjoyed the tour.”

“I see,” I fiddle with my sleeve and shuffle my feet, “I’m glad you enjoyed it. Most people get pretty bored but there are a few interesting parts.”

“Well I think we just had a really good guide. I’m Bob Floyd by the way,” he extends his hand to me.

I take it and ask,” No call sign?”

He smiles at me, “No, just Bob.”

“Are you a pilot?” I ask, trying to find some reason to keep him talking to me.

He chuckles and rubs his neck, “No, weapons systems. I back seat for Pheonix over there,” he gestures toward a woman with dark hair pulled into a low ponytail. “She flies, I just drop the bombs.”

My mind goes blank trying to think of something else to say, but Bob speaks up before I come up with something embarrassing, “Would you like to show me around again?” I look at him a little surprised and nod making my way around the plane.

“I’m sorry I can't tell you much more about them. Usually people aren’t too interested in asking me questions after the tour.” I smile at him as we walk.

He blushes a bit, “I’ve actually studied most of these. Kinda a hobby of mine.”

“Oh,” I frown at the ground a little, “then why did you want to walk around again?”

He blushes and looks down at the floor, “I thought it was obvious.” he glances at me, “I wanted to walk with you.”

My face turns red and I touch my cheeks, “I see,” I look down at my feet and then back up a Bob. He has his hands shoved into his pockets and his face and ears are dusted pink.

“Well,” I came to a stop and turned toward him, he did the same, “If you wanted to walk with me, I get off at four.” I look up at his surprised expression before he breaks into a grin.

“Really?” he asks, I nod my head. “That sounds like you're asking me on a date,” he gives me a crooked smile.

“Would you like to meet me back here at four then?” I question, “I don’t think I'll need to change,” I say and look down at myself.

“No,” he says suddenly, “uh, no, I mean you look perfect just like that.”

I smile, “Bobby? Are you hitting on me?” My hand goes up to play with one of my necklaces, his eyes follows the movement. A smile tilts his lips again, and his eyes quickly flit down to my body to my shoes and back up, before meeting my eyes again.

“Would you like me not to?” he says softly, “It’s going to be difficult.”

I choke at the boldness of his words. The shy, blushing man had disappeared and this flirty sailor had appeared in his place. Before I can respond he takes a half step closer and I don't want to back away from him. He smiles down at me, his eyes slightly lidded. “After we take a walk, I could take you to dinner.” his smirk gets bigger, “But I have to tell you.” He cranes his neck down to look me in the face, I inhale sharply at his expression.

“I let very few people call me Bobby,” he looks like a starved animal that just found his next meal. He winks, one side of his lip following and a sharp, short click comes from his tongue.

Then he stands straight and steps back, “I’ll see you at four then right Sweetie?” His smile could sweeten tea. At a loss for words I slowly not my head yes.

“I’ll pick you up then,” he says scratching the back of his neck and takes two goofy steps backward knocking into a sign reading ‘No Outside Food or Drink’. I giggle at him and he looks up at me and joins in. He gives an awkward half-salute-half-wave before turning to meet the woman he had named as Phoenix earlier.

When I stop giggling the reality of what just happened sunk in and a heat spread from the back of my neck and around my face. I hurry towards the break room glancing over at Dyna who is still talking to the Blond man who had followed her over.

I bust through the door and open my locker, then shut it. I open it again, glance at the shelves and my bag hanging on a hook and then shut the door again. I lean my back against the door. What the hell was that?

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AN; Hey look at me writing away, part. 2 coming up... sometime. :)

-okay, bye, thanks for reading, love you <3

#minors fuck off #bob floyd #bob floyd x female character #bobfucks #bobfloydisagentleman #top gun maverick #top gun fanfiction #bob floyd smut #tgm smut #top gun fandom #tgm #top gun fic #MoraleBoostSeries #bob floyd fanfiction #robert floyd #Bobby Floyd

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