#I’d pay $50 for this alone

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pairing: dilf!Miguel O'hara x babysitter!fem!reader

Summary: In a AU where his marriage doesn't work anymore, he spends time away from his house. In turn, his 'wife' hired you to keep watch over Gabriella. But soon, a infatuation bloomed between someone who you couldn't have.

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI. infidelity, mentions of divorce, age gap(19-31), drinking, no use of y/n, oral(f receiving), p in v, mating press, praising, slight breeding kink if you squint, not proofread uhh thats it i think

w/c: 3k

You stood outside in the cold night, the sounds of crickets and other sorts of bugs in the night kept you from silence. It was cold, body shivering as you held your jacket close. Your breath was visible, the cold nipping at whatever skin was left exposed. Your body was flushed from the drop in temperature, winters air cruel. You were absolutely freezing. Yet you stood outside, watching as Miguel counted a stack of 10 dollar bills.

“40.. 50… 60..” The man mumbled, fingers sorting through the cash, “ 70.. 80, there.” 

His hands moved to your own, placing the cash in your shaking hands. Fingers find themselves delicately sorting through the cash, double counting. Miguel Looked down at you, watching as you re-counted the cash.

“That’s the agree amount, right?” He tilted his head, cocking an eyebrow.

“Yes-” *You nod, putting the cash inside your purse.

“Then that’s your pay, I hope Gabriella wasn’t too much trouble.” He gave himself a small chuckle, putting his wallet away.

“It was nothing, really, she isn’t any trouble at all, sir.” For some reason you just couldn’t take your eyes off him, watching his every movement. You felt your body almost become warm against the weather, heart beating faster than it was before. Christ, you couldn’t get more embarrassed on the inside about it though. A crush on your boss’ husband? Really? Even your friends poked at you for that.

“There’s no need to be modest, I know she can be a handful. Kids got so much energy that she doesn’t know what to do with.” 

His hands shuffled back in his wallet again, pulling out another 20, “There’s an extra 20, ‘cause I know,” Handing you the bill, giving a small playful wink.

His eyes happen to wander your body, looking at how you shivered and tugged your jacket closer, freezing hand putting the 20 with the rest of the cash. There was a slight twinge of guilt for having you outside when it was this cold. Muttering something to himself in spanish before he headed for his front door, turning back to you.

“Would you like to come in? I don’t want to leave you in the cold.” The offer felt a little weird, out of place for him. I mean he wasn’t your boss, his ‘wife’ if you could call her that was. But hey, practically the same thing, right?

“Are you sure?” You asked, looking up at him. The offer was still a little strange.

You two didn’t really talk much besides work and a few personal questions, but those were usually 2 minute conversations before you were on your way. Still, none of that stopped your eyes from looking at Miguel whenever you had the chance. It was a stupid crush, really. He was a married man with a daughter, plus he was older than you by a long shot. 

“It’s no worries, I’d rather have someone to talk to while I drink much rather than drinking alone.” Miguel opened the door, holding it as you entered inside.

“Thank you.” You nodded, taking off your coat.

You tried your best not to let your emotions get the best of you. All he needed was someone to talk to, nothing more. Yet your mind couldn’t help but wander with thoughts that, even if you were being interrogated, would never say out loud. 

You settled yourself in on a nearby chair, watching as Miguel walked over to the liquor cabinet, pulling out a bottle of whatever he was drinking, you couldn’t read the bottle, not from a totally different room. Soon enough he walked over to the couch, sitting down with his glass. 

“Will your wife get mad that I’m still here?” You asked, still a little hesitant. 

“Don’t worry about her, she’ll be gone for a long time,” His hands held his glass, taking a sip from it before setting it down, swallowing the liquid, “That’s how it’s been since she met her yoga instructor.”

You tilted your head, confused at the situation. You knew from what you were told that there was a rough patch in their marriage, but didn’t expect to be greeted with cheating.

“Aren’t you mad?” Mumbling a little, still hearable though. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.” You quickly ducked your head, looking down in embarrassment for asking such a question.

Miguel let out a sigh, taking another swig of his drink.

“No, I’m not mad. Our marriage isn’t what it was, so we don’t really care about who sees who.” Taking another drink of the alcohol, the liquid running down his throat.

You moved your head back up to look at him,mind running wild with that. I mean, if they don’t care who sees who, you could make your move? But still, weird. He’s technically your boss, and still married, and with a kid. You’re just the babysitter, someone trying to make money for college. 

“Nevermind. What about you, how is college coming along?” He asked, trying to change the subject from that of his now broken marriage.

“Rough, barely making enough with as many jobs as I have to pay tuition.” Leaning back in your chair, hands balling up in your lap.

“Hope every penny is worth it. Everyone where you’re at is probably struggling too, don’t get in a fuss over it.” Miguel's eyes looking over your frame once again.. Eyes looking at your thighs for maybe a moment too long before looking back up at your face.

“I know I know, but some people are just so care free, able to go to parties while I’m wondering if I’m gonna be able to stay at college.” You whined, upset about the financial situation  you were in.

“Some people are just better at hiding it then others. I struggled in college, even being financially stable now, I was in student debt too,” Miguel sighed, “Look the message is a struggle always has a solution… 7 years of fatherhood and I still can’t give any good dad advice, if you can call it that.”

Miguel found himself getting another sip of his drink, getting up to get another glass full.

“You should relax though, don’t stress too much. Never does any good.” He’d tell you from the kitchen, refilling his glass.

“I’m just worried I’ll never get anything done if I don’t hyperfocus, forget what I need to do because I get too caught up with free time.” Your thoughts were racing, your worries about your current life situation flooding out of your mouth. 

“No no, get what you need done too. Just don’t let it take over your down time. You’re young still, a whole life ahead of you.” Walking back to the couch, taking a seat again as he took yet another drink, “You got a boyfriend?” He asked, nonchalantly, no hesitation.

“No,” You mumbled, a little embarrassed. 

“No?” Miguel Repeated, “I’m surprised.” “Why?” You turned your head, a puzzle expression painting your face.

“Cause you’re a young, pretty girl on campus, and no varsity jacket has come to take you away?” It sounded almost as if he was joking, teasing you for it. But he meant no harm.

“No, not yet. They already have themselves a girlfriend or something.” You sigh, sinking back into your chair. 

“Yea times have changed, but, there’s probably a guy out there waiting to say the right things to you.”

How you hated that sentence. Another guy. You wanted Miguel, deep down you wanted him, but you couldn’t have him. Not at this moment, at least. Not only could it put you out of a job, but complicate things. And what if his wife catches you? He said that she doesnt care, but what if she cares that the person she employed is sleeping with her husband? I mean, why would she? Their practically divorced anyways. Or maybe you’re just thinking too much. Your body tensing up. 

“I have my eye on someone, actually. Just having troubles about it.” You confess, looking down, kicking your feet.

“Oh you do? That’s rare. And troubles? Yea, I get that… Okay, what’s he like?” He questions you, sitting upright and fixing his posture. 

“He’s older,” You start off, hands shaking a little. Were you really about to do this? Tell him how you feel? I mean the doors open for you to tell him, it’s only a matter of how he’ll react. 

“Older? Like his senior year?” Miguel took notice of how tense you were, gaze softening a little. “You don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to.”

“No.” You bluntly respond.

“Okay so not that old, I hope he’s nice to a sweet girl like you.” Miguel offered a faint smile, leaning back into the cushion. 

“He has a kid-” You usher out, mouth speaking faster than your mind.

For a second, Miguel is taken aback. That old? Seriously? 

“Has a kid? At that age?” I mean, for anything it could have been a toddler kid, no way a full kid at that age he was thinking of. “Well.. as long as you know what you’re getting yourself into.” He took another swish of his drink.

You gulped, body shaking as you tensed up, mind feeling dizzy from the whole situation. “No he’s not my age, what I mean is-” 

But you were quickly cut off, the tension in the air thick enough to cut with a knife.

“Yea, I got the hint.” Miguel looked at you, face stone cold as he held his glass. 

“Listen, uh, I’m flattered, really. But uh, that would be weird, right. I mean, that would be taboo even. I’m too old for a sweet heart like you. Don’t you have anyone on campus you’d rather be with?”

His expression was stone cold, and you sunk back into your chair. Not you really regretted yourself for telling him this. How you wish the ground would just swallow you whole right now, or simply pass away on the spot. 

“No, I just- I can’t get my eye off you and-” Quickly shutting yourself up, biting your tongue. You swore you were biting hard enough to draw blood, mentally cursing yourself for making this a conversation. He was right, Miguel was too old for you. But yet here you were, admitting those stupid feelings that you should have never brought up in the first place. 

“But what about your parents, certainly they wouldn’t approve? Hell, Dana would have a fit if she smelt your perfume where it doesn’t belong. Let alone knowing her divorcing husband is with, uh..” Miguel sighed, slumping, hand on his elbow as he clenched his glass so hard he could probably break it if he wanted to. 

Miguel sat back up, chugging the rest of his drink down before setting the glass on the coffee table, beckoning you over to him with his finger. “Come here,” He told you, almost as if it was a order. 

Within what feels like minutes of you moving through the room, air thick with tension as you make your way over to him. Yet no sooner does he have you sitting under him, frame tower over yours. 

Both of your lips were practically glued to each other, tongue exploring each others mouths as his hands felt up your body. You couldn’t help but feel his up too, hands tracing over each and every one of his well toned muscles. 

Miguels hand moved under your shirt, grabbing one of your breasts. His hands fondled the soft skin of your tit, rolling your nipple between his fingers. You let out a whine, muffle by the kiss. You felt your juices start to form a puddle in your underwear already, thighs clenched together to give your clit some friction. 

When he finally pulled away, eyes looking at yours. Christ this was wrong, but there was no stopping now. Miguel kissed down your neck, taking off your shirt. He kissed your breasts, sucking on them too. Making his way down your stomach, gently biting as if to mark it, hands working at your pants, tugging the material down and away. Getting on his knees infront of your legs, hands pulling them apart by your inner thigh. 

His eyes took a moment to look at your cunt, how pretty it looked, how your juices were moving past your slit. His eyes moved black up to you,

“You sure about this, Corazón?”

It was without hesitation that you nodded, opening your legs more, almost presenting yourself to him. Miguel quickly became fixed on your pussy, tongue licking a stripe between your leaking folds, tasting your sweet arousal. 

“Taste so sweet.. Didn’t take you for someone who likes older guys.” He mumbled against your clit, sucking on the bud. His hands moved to your ass, squeezing the soft flesh as he moved you closer to his face, burying himself in your cunt. 

He licked and sucked on your clit before moving down to lick your juices from your folds, tongue moving inside your soft walls. Miguel was eating you out like you were his last meal, arousal coating his mouth and dripping down his chin. You just tasted so sweet, he couldn’t get enough of it, groaning in your pussy, tasting you like you were some sort of desert. 

Miguel kept eating you out, noises almost sounding pornographic. He took in every moan and whine that left your mouth, feeling how his cock hardened just from the thought of being inside you next. You were so tight on his tongue, walls squeezing and contracting. You felt your orgasm approach, stomach tightening into knots. It wasn't long as he sucked on your clit, juices gushing out of your slit as your back arched, Thighs squeezed around his head as he kept licking up your juices, hand squeezing your ass. After a few more licks, he moved his head up , leaning over you again as he unbuttoned his pants and removed his boxers, cock springing free. 

“This is what you were after the whole time, isn’t it?” Miguel cooed, grabbing your legs to fold them up, knees practically meeting your chest. 

He lined his tip up with your entrance, slowly sinking himself in. It was a tight fit, almost too tight, sinking himself deeper into you. You whined and moaned, hands holding at his thigh.

“Ease up for me, pretty girl.” Miguel moved one of his hands down to your clit, rubbing the swollen tissue as your walls slightly eased up, taking the advantage to put himself balls deep inside of you.

He let out a groan once you clenched back down on him, hand moving back up to hold your other leg up. You looked up at Miguel through lidded eyes, mind clouded with lust. God, did you feel so full. His tip was prodding at your cervix, a vein gently pressing against that spongy spot inside of you. 

After a few seconds, his hips started moving. A fast yet not too rough pace. His hips snapped against your skin, the faint sound of clapping as well a few curses under his breath mixing in with your moans. Fuck, he was in too deep, and you were already cock drunk. Your hands found their way to his head, pulling him in for a heated kiss. 

Your noises were muffled in his mouth, the squelching sound of your pussy getting stretched out by him taking up the noise. How good it felt to finally have Miguel's cock in you, how many times you dreamed of this, touched yourself to the thought, yet the real thing was even bette.

“Good girl, taking me so well.” Miguel Praised, forehead touching yours, looking at how your pupils were blown wide, legs gently shaking. You couldn’t help but clench around him from the praise, letting out a mewl as you moaned again. Your second orgasm was building up already, and fast. 

“ ‘m so close-” You moaned, the pleasure feeling almost too good then it’s supposed to. This was so wrong, yet, it just felt so right.

“Go on, come for me, be a good girl and listen, hm?” He’d whisper, pace picking up slightly.

Miguel felt his own high approach, letting out a groan as he trapped your lips in a kiss again,the grip on your legs getting slightly rougher, pace getting rougher too. His dicktouched all those special places inside of you, juices coating his thick cock and dripped down his balls, some dripping onto the couch too.

Before you knew it, you were both coming. Walls tightening around him, practically milking Miguel dry as thick, hot ropes of cum painted your walls. For a few moments, you both stayed like that, coming down from your high. 

The reality then set in of what had just happened. His hands moved away from your legs as he pulled away from your body, eyes looking at your pussy, how he dripped out of you.

“Sorry-” You mumbled through your panting, body hot from the adrenaline, eyes looking down at the small mess.

“No it’s okat- let me uh, let me get a towel..” Miguel replied, fixing his boxers back on. He was only gone for a few moments before coming back with a towel, gently cleaning up the mess. Miguel folded the towel, gently placing you on top of the soft material.

The rest of the night was a blur, head reeling from the events. All you remembered was eventually landing in his bed, laying next to him. Miguel was fast asleep next to you, and you laid awake. All you could do was try and process everything. You slept with the person you had a stupid crush on, but also slept with a father, with a (almost non) married man. Oh you weren’t supposed to do that. What about morals? God this was such a stupid thing. You put your feelings over thought, and now, you were going to land yourself in such a difficult situation. Falling in love with someone who you couldn’t have.

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for talking on the phone while shopping?

So this happened months ago but it still weighs on me when I’m reminded of it and I want to know if I was an asshole, if I’m being dramatic, etc.

For context I have PTSD and AVPD (avoidant personality disorder - think social anxiety, but much more intense, lifelong, and you can’t ‘cure’ it or really medicate it).

For a very long time I didn’t leave my house at all. The last year or so I’ve been really working on it and I can do small things like go to a nearby shop, but sometimes I still have bad days where I can’t do that without having someone with me.

I moved into a new place and it was ideally located, there was a small corner shop literally seconds from my front door on the same little street. It was the only store in that area so it was my only option and I was lucky it was so near. However because the area was unfamiliar it really set off my mental illnesses and for the first couple of months living there I couldn’t make myself go out of my home, needing my sisters (who are wonderful) or my partner to bring me basic groceries or go with me.

One day I wanted to take that step but I couldn’t make myself do it completely alone (trust me I tried, I was sitting for several hours with my jacket on trying to psych myself up to go). Eventually I asked my partner, who was too busy to come with me, if they could be on the phone with me while I went - this sometimes helps because it gives me something to focus on that’s not the people around me and lets me feel like I have a lifeline of sorts. They agreed and eventually I worked up the courage to walk to the store.

I got in and had the phone to my ear but was keeping my voice as quiet as I could, though I was the only person in the shop aside from the woman (maybe 50s-60s) behind the till, so I didn’t feel as bad as I usually would about disturbing other shoppers etc. I picked up basic stuff, got to the till, put the phone on mute and put it down on the counter so I could have my hands free to bag things up.

The woman was acting a little weird, just kind of short and giving me looks, but I was just kind of trying to get out as fast as possible so I didn’t think too much of it. I asked her if I could have a bag and she didn’t seem to hear me. Asked again and she said okay. After she’d scanned everything she scrunched up my receipt and went to throw it away and she noticed I was still hesitating, so she asked if I’d wanted to keep it and I said “No sorry I’m just waiting for the bag”

And she just. Blew up.

She started screaming about how maybe if I’d been paying attention to her instead of my phone I would have asked earlier, how I was rude, how it ruined her day to have customers like me. For the first few seconds I remember kind of weakly smiling because I thought she was being jokingly mad, because that’s how absolutely out of nowhere it was - just 1-100 in a second. I still remember the look in her eyes when she was shouting at me, like… I can’t even describe how much genuine anger and hatred was in her face, her eyes were twitching and she was genuinely shaking with anger. Raised voices and anger in general are one of my biggest PTSD triggers so this just… broke me. She was holding my groceries to her chest while I kept trying to reach for them so I couldn’t leave and I just had to stand there and let her shout. Another customer came in so I didn’t even feel like I could argue back so I just grabbed my stuff and basically ran home and then broke down.

I was completely back to square one and I felt like it instilled that I couldn’t leave my home and be independent because the first time I’d gotten the courage to go out mostly-alone this had happened.

I didn’t want to put in a complaint because I didn’t want to be That Person, but my mother ended up calling the manager on my behalf and after she followed up he said he’d spoken to her but no more detail than that.

For the rest of the time I lived there I didn’t go back to the store even with people except on hours I knew she wasn’t there, because my sister ended up asking around the area and someone told her they knew who she was talking about because she had a reputation of being “like that” and gave her her working hours so I could avoid her.

I eventually moved away again and didn’t need to use the shop anymore, but this was brought back again because a few weeks ago I was passing through with my sister and we dropped by so my sister could grab something, and the woman was there again stocking shelves. As soon as she saw me she completely stopped what she was doing to just stare at me, then started aggressively throwing the things onto the shelves before going back to the till. My sister would probably have said something if she’d been rude in front of her, but she was completely fine to her and served her politely.

I didn’t really realise how badly it was still affecting me until then because I was just standing frozen in front of the door waiting to be able to leave and my hands were shaking really badly.

So AITA for being on my phone in a shop and being rude? The reasons I think I could be TA are that she treated my sister perfectly fine, when I told family about it afterwards some of them said that in her defense being on my phone while shopping was pretty rude, and I got my mother to complain to her boss about her (even though I don’t think she got in trouble I think she was probably mad about this)

What are these acronyms?

[mayakern]

Would you consider selling both short and long sleeved versions of your button-downs? I have sensory issues with long sleeves, and attempting to cuff long sleeves into short sleeves makes them too tight around the arm, unattractive, and likely to come undone over the course of the day. I can't justify paying $80+ for shirts I will have to cut apart and alter, and I was really really hoping you would make more of the buttondowns in short sleeve polyester. Ever since Morning Witch switched to cotton I can't justify buying more of their shirts because the cotton is so terrible to care for and iron. You were my last hope for cool shirts that I can wear to feel more comfortable in my gender presentation without having to kill my back ironing every time I wear one. I really hope you can consider offering both (and maybe look into a coton/poly blend or else they will be just as much of a nightmare to care for as the Morning Witch shirts).

the button shirts im proposing are a stretch cotton jersey (95% cotton, 5% elastane), which is different from the MWS 100% cotton shirts. we also don’t use the same factory as MWS, which should be pretty obvious based on price alone. (frankly if their cost per button shirt was $40 and they retailed them for $50, i’d be horrified)

i have not ironed our samples yet, but that is something we’ll be doing later. out of dedication to our cause (and totally not the chronic fatigue that is kicking my ass), i have left our sample shirts in a crumpled mess on our coffee table so i’ll be able to see very easily how much ironing/steaming they’ll need lol

[bloodredfountainpen]

Human Packbonding: Spontaneous Adoption

One of my favorite of the HASO tropes (specifically a sub trope of the human packbonding trope) is humans as the ultimate parents, specifically humans having the propensity to adopt random kids from bad situations. I love me some found family, sue me. Here’s a little three part (maybe more) diddy I wrote a while ago with this trope as the base.

Merc and Floof

Six months. I’ve been on this Odin-forsaken planet for six fucking months. It is a miserable existence, hunting monsters in the desert wasteland with no gratitude from the locals. The lords who hired me think their pitiful pay thanks enough, and the common folk resent me for being on the lord’s payroll. Not to mention the sandy terrain, beating heat, and oh yeah, the fucking monsters I’m killing. Once my contract is up, credits be damned, I’m getting out of here. I’d rather sleep on the streets than stay here any longer than physically possible.

… or at least that’s what I’d say if I didn’t have a husband and son to provide for. My mercenary work is the only thing keeping them fed, and as much as I’d like to go home to be with them, I know they can’t live off his teacher’s salary alone. Sometimes I think about abandoning my post and taking the next shuttle off planet, but those are just my intrusive thought speaking. Realistically, I’ll be staying on this planet for a few more years at least. Jesus titty fucking christ, If hell exists I am in it. Now, I know this sounds like I’m throwing myself a pity party here, but I assure you I’m not. I’m just telling it how it is.

The brooding mercenary was roused from his trance when a young Lycan tugged at his cloak. She was small, thin, and would be dangerously fluffy if not for the grime and sand caked into her fur. She was wearing what to any Terran would be easily identified as a potato sack but to the Lycan was a passable dress. She was shivering in the nighttime cold, breath nearly forming into steam before her, and yet, in perfect Terra Communis, she spoke.

“Um, ahem. My master, Lord Mokta, would like to formally invite you and a guest of your choice to dine with him and his wife in his estate in an hour. If you’ll please let me know your plan I’ll run it back to his lordship.”

“Master huh? What are you, some kind of slave?”

“Um no, not really. I’m an indentured servant for his lordship, my parents made the contract. I’ll be free once I can pay out the contract value or when I come of age, which ever comes first.”

“And how much do you get paid?”

“I don’t, I rely on the kindness of strangers like you.”

“That sounds a lot like slavery to me… So then, what’s the contract value?”

At this point, the mercenary’s interest had been piqued. He scarcely knew what he would with the information he would obtain, he only knew that his ravenous curiosity would be stated only once he knew.

“… it’s 50 credits sir.”

50 credits? Did he hear that right? Only 50 measly credits could buy this sweet girl’s freedom? He could afford to not eat for a few days if it meant this girl, whose name he didn’t even know, would get to go free. He pulled out a 50 cred stick and pressed it into the girl’s paws.

“That should cover it then, now how would you like to be my guest to Mokta’s dinner?”

Instead of simply accepting like the stoic mercenary expected, the girl burst into tears and fell to the ground. She sat there on her knees, hyperventilating, sobbing, and thanking the bewildered mercenary profusely. It was a sight to behold, and the mercenary was finding himself increasingly uncomfortable. He tried, unsuccessfully, to use words to quell the girl’s tears. This effort only exacerbated the storm of emotion and in the end, the mercenary wrapped the girl in his arms and let his heartbeat and breathing steady her own. Once she had calmed enough to be spoken to, the mercenary did so.

“So then, what is your answer? Will you or will you not accompany me? If we don’t get going now, we’ll be late.”

“Yes, I’d love to go with you! But are you sure my dress is ok?”

“If it’s good enough for his messenger, it’s good enough for his guest. Let’s get on then.”

It was quite the upset when the cloaked mercenary, sword at waist and ragged girl in tow, strode into the banquet hall. The Lycan with the fanciest robe, Lord Mokta the mercenary assumed, was especially outraged. He shouted to the mercenary.

“Human! Why aren’t you dressed properly?! This kind of disrespect would have you beheaded if you were my subject!”

“Good thing I’m not your subject then. I don’t own one of your fancy robes, nor any Terran formal wear. It was either my day cloak and ceremonial sword or my power armor and machine gun, which would you prefer?”

“I…, you…” he sputtered, “all right, just take your seat here. Messenger girl, get back to the quarters!”

“Wait now, she’s my guest. You did say I could have one guest, right?“

“Guest?! She’s my indenture and she will obey my commands!”

The mercenary patted the girl on her shoulder, encouraging her foreword.”

“Lord Mokta, this is a fifty credit stick.” She held it up to him, “as such, my contract is paid off and I don’t have to do what you say anymore.“

The mercenary cracked a small grin, a rarity for him on this hell world.

“That’s right, and as a free person I’ve chosen her as my guest. Now then, please make a place for my darling girl.”

It was just then that his holo pad pinged with a job offer in his home system for ten times the pay, and he knew everything would be alright.

This girl must be some kind of lucky charm, I should thank her, and probably learn her name as well.

As the unlikely pair strolled through the moonlight, the girl, now well fed, began to shiver again. Taking his responsibility as her father, the mercenary passed her his own cloak.

I’m a hardened soldier, and she’s just a little girl, after all. She needs it much more than I do.

The girl, for her part, began to tear up again and the mercenary knew he needed to nip that in the bud. A constantly crying wolf girl would not fly on earth, he’d be lucky not to find himself in jail. He spoke to the girl, keeping his tone even but serious.

“Hey, is the cloak ok? Are you still cold?”

“N-no I’m warm now. Th-thank y-you so much, f-for everything! For the f-food and for p-paying off-f my contract. I was w-wondering what happens to me now? I mean, I can’t go back to his lordship’s house and I w-wouldn’t want to impose on you b-but…”

“Oh I thought that was obvious, I’m taking you back to my planet and adopting you… That is if you want to of course. I have a husband who will love you, and a son about your age who would be thrilled to have a sister.”

“You’re adopting me?! That’s awesome! And I get two dads and a brother, frick yeah!”

“That’s good, some enthusiasm will serve you well. Oh I’ve been meaning to ask, what’s your name?”

“… I don’t have one. A name is something to be earned when you pay off your contract or come of age. But I didn’t pay off my own contract, you paid it for me. I guess, if I have to have a name, could you maybe pick one for me?”

“Very well…” The mercenary became pensive, mentally going through a list of names, but none fit the fluffy anomaly at his side. Eventually, his thoughts turned back to the job offer that had came in earlier. Of course he had accepted, he’d be insane not to. Ten times the wages, and within a day’s commute of his family… a true miracle. He knew what name to give her.

“How does Fortuna sound to you? It means good luck where I come from.”

“I love it, cause I’m the luckiest girl alive!”

“No, I am the luckiest man for finding you.”

Merc and Floof: The Gaurdian

I hate spaceports. Between the long lines, the crowds, and always being on security’s radar, they are the worst place ever. That’s what I would say before I traveled with Fortuna anyway. I officially apologize to all parents who travel with kids, my condolences. This is a whole other layer of hell. I have been awake for nearly twenty four hours straight and our flight leaves in two, my daughter is terrified that someone will take her away from me and so she won’t let go of my cloak, and I almost got into a fight with a security agent because the moron tried to take my sacred sword. Do these blockheads not understand the concept of a ceremonial weapon? It hasn’t left the sheath in years and I have proper documentation for it. But no, they had to try to put it in a ‘travel case’ and store in in the plane. Well, the tenets of my oath dictate that my weapon shall not leave my side and so I was prepared to duel for my honor. Luckily, the guy backed off and got his supervisor, who worked everything out, and we got to our flight on time. Gods, I hate spaceports.

The exhausted mercenary was roused from his near coma by his daughter tapping on his shoulder. Towering above him stood two bovid security guards, one tapping his foot impatiently.

“Huh? Oh yes, what seems to be the problem?”

“Sir, we’re going to need to ask this girl some questions. We’ll be just over there, now come with us little girl.” At this, the already quite diminutive lycan shrank back and clung desperately to her father’s cloak. This set off the mercenary’s paternal instincts, who first glared to the security guards, then comforted his daughter.

“It’s ok sweetie, just tell the truth and there shouldn’t be any issues. I’ll be keeping my eyes on you too, so if anything goes wrong I’ll be right here.” With a reassuring headpat, the girl was sent off. The human watched the three like a predator waiting to strike. He gripped his sword so tightly his knuckles ached, ready to launch into a fight at a moment’s notice. Going to jail would be a small price to pay for defending his daughter.

After what seemed like an eternity, but in actuality was only about five minutes, the now teary eyed lycan came scampering back to her father, immediately gripping her tiny paws back onto the mercenary’s cloak. Seeing her distress, the now furious human looked the bovids in the eye and spoke, his voice chilling the room.

“Why is my daughter crying? If you hurt her I will pay you back ten times over.” The guards, in spite of their clear physical advantage, backed down.

“No sir, she was just eager to get back to you. You two are fine, thank you for your patience.”

The mercenary sighed, this was not an uncommon occurrence. At the last spaceport, they’d been stopped no less than three times, each time eager to find some reason to take his daughter away from him. He looked around as he cared for his little girl, acknowledging the disgusted looks from the rest of the people waiting at the gate. Thankfully this was the last leg of their journey, they’d soon be on earth. He couldn’t wait to see the rest of his family again.

Merc and Floof: The Dichotomy of Man

Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrt

splat

Ka-plunk

boom

“Two down, three to go.”

The mercenary whispered under his breath as he loaded up another shell into his shoulder mounted artillery. Part of him felt good having his power armor on after four days of travel, but the other, much louder part, was getting impatient. All he had to do was kill three more of these buggers and he could get back to the barracks for a video call home. He was anxious to see how Fortuna was adapting to life on Earth, and how his husband and son were adapting to the surprise adoption. He hadn’t exactly had time to call back and check with Elliot and Grayson before bringing home another kid, so when he showed back up out of the blue with a random new daughter in tow, there were shocked looks all around.

Unfortunately for the mercenary, he didn’t exactly have the luxury of time to get everyone used to the new situation, as he had to catch a shuttle to Mars the next morning. He knew that Elliot would never throw Fortuna out, and that Grayson was a good kid who wouldn’t even think of bullying anyone. Still, his upcoming call home would tell him if he’d made a mistake in unilaterally adding Fortuna to the household. He hoped not, but he wasn’t the one who took care of the kids most of the time.

Skreee

“Oh shit!”

The mercenary’s thoughts had wandered, and the last bugger, a massive mantis looking fucker, had managed to sneak up behind him and was now trying to melt his power armor off with its acid spit. The mercenary, liking his power armor unmelted thank you very much, grabbed the bugger by its spikes and ripped it straight in half.

“Well, that’s going to take some buffing out.”

He sighed as he signaled for the cleanup team and began to make his way back to the transport. Soon enough, a smile creeped its way up his lips as he looked forward to his rapidly approaching call home.

… … …

The mercenary, now changed out of his power armor, tapped his foot as he waited for the call to connect. Waiting just seconds was now taking a greater toll than the week of waiting that preceded it.

da-ding!

In an instant, all of the mercenary’s stress melted away as the image of his loved ones sitting together on their familiar blue couch appeared on the screen. As soon as the kids saw their dad, they began to smile, and the mercenary knew everything would be alright.

“Daddy!”

The young kids shouted out in unison, the young wolf girl’s tail smacking against the couch. The simple, oversized clothes scrounged up by the mercenary before their flight from her homeworld had been replaced by a comfy set of pink pajamas.

“Hey kiddos, have you two been good while I’ve been gone?”

The mercenary wasn’t really asking, he knew that his children had been on their best behavior. He just wanted to hear them talk about how they’d been doing, their voices like water to a man dying of thirst.

The young boy spoke first, “Yeah, we’ve been good! I taught Fortuna howda play connect four, she’s really good at it, she even beat me two times inna row.” He mumbled out the last phrase, indignant embarrassment painted in his body language.

“Really? Grayson Constanza, the connect four champion of the world, lost to a newbie?”

The wolf girl piped up, puffing out her chest in pride. “Heck yeah! I beat him good!”

The mercenary smiled with contentment, he’d been home with them next week. All he had to do was wait.

After chatting with the kids for about fifteen minutes, the little ones were sent off to bed and he was alone with his husband.

“Bruno, how have you been? How’s the new job?”

“I’m doing better now that I’ve seen you and the kids. The new job’s alright, much better than the last one, but I can’t wait to come home.”

“And I can’t wait to have you here. I have to admit, I was about ready to pummel you into the ground when you showed up with a random kid, but you made a good choice. Fortuna opened up to me about what she went through growing up on Lycaeus, and it wasn’t pretty. Grayson loves his new sister, even the neighbors think she’s a sweetheart.”

“I’m glad to hear that, and I really am sorry about not being able to be there for you. I miss you guys.”

“I miss you too, love.”

[mbrainspaz]

Thinking about all the times my elders have told me stories about struggling to make their start in the last century. When they talked about being poor the most common thing you heard was ‘we ate nothing but beans.’ I used to be impressed with that grindset but it just occurred to me… weren’t they eating beans… in a house? Or at least an affordable apartment? And then of course after 2-5 years their bean diet paid off and they got to be comfortably lower middle class for the next 5 decades. They probably even got promoted, which is a thing that doesn’t happen anymore because companies have realized it’s cheaper to treat their workers like disposable machine parts. I’ve been working for a decade—taking on as much work as people will give me—and I’m making the same wage I made almost 10 years ago. After 2 years I had to spend a little more on my diet because cheap food was making me sick. After 5 years housing became totally unaffordable. It doesn’t matter how hard I work—nobody who’ll hire me can or will pay me a livable wage. If I hadn’t lucked in to work-camper jobs I’d’ve been on the street. If I didn’t do freelance work after hours I’d have zero savings. “But AHA! You have pets!” Most of the old guys doing this 40-50 years ago had one job, a non-working spouse, and kids, but go on, tell me that after 10 years of working—of being a goddamn exemplary college educated worker a thousand times over—I should be lucky to still live alone in a rented room and have nothing but beans.

A full time job should pay enough to afford a living. Rent extortion of the working class has to be curtailed. This country has the wealth and resources to support us all, it’s just being hoarded.

[lanadeldixon]

Summertime Sadness

Pairing- Daryl x fem reader (some Rosita x reader if you squint)

Word count- 1.1k

Warnings- angst, implied panic attack, mentions of death, someone being beaten, starved Daryl :(

Setting- s7 Alexandria

Summary- The saviours come to collect their 50%, but when you see the condition Daryl is in it’s hard to cope.

“Oh my God,” I whispered “Daryl?” His name a symphony of worry on my lips. A name I used to say with such love now drained of its positivity and filled with fear instead.

Vulnerability shone through his eyes as he turned to me, “Y/N?”

As soon as my name fell from his lips, the end of a gun struck him straight in the jaw, the loud thud of his body hitting the ground echoed through the town.

My breath hitched and a tear rolled down my cheek as they hit him again, yelling at him, “SPEAK WHEN YOU’RE SPOKEN TOO!”

“Leave him alone,” my voice choked up to the point where it came out in only a whisper.

“Let him go,” I cried louder this time, desperate to draw them away.

Hands wrapped around my mouth, too quick for me to react, my screams came out as muffled cries as I attempted to call for help.

But it was no use, I was dragged backwards into my house,

“Shh, you have to calm down, okay?” I immediately un-tensed at the sound of her voice.

“You gotta be tough, you do shit like that you’ll get all of us killed.” Rosita exclaimed sternly.

Her hands released me and she circled me until we were eye to eye.

“You’re not gonna be doing us any favours getting yourself killed,” it was clear to see she was still in grief, she was mourning a man she’d killed off in her mind a long time ago, only now he was truly gone and it was still sinking in.

She had become colder, no one could blame her, however all of us were too busy drowning in our own insurmountable grief and missing loved ones to pay attention to anything else.

I nodded at her like a school kid following her teachers orders then opened my mouth preparing to respond.

“Bam!” The door swung open.

“We said 50% didn’t we?!” His voice shook us to the core.

Whispers of the dead conquered my thoughts as I turned to look at him.

“Woah ho ho well you must be the girl?!”

Negan exclaimed following it with a slight laugh.

“Well you sure are a pretty thing ain’t ya!” His hand reached to my face as he said it, I stared him down, not daring to move but still not hiding my resentment.

“If I weren’t such a fan of your boy Daryl I think I’d have to make you one of my wives,” a sinister grin took over his face as my mine began to pale.

He leaned close to my ear, to the point where I could feel the warmth of his breath as he spoke, “Hell, im the boss, I could just do it anyway…”

I tried to hold back my anger, to not say anything out of fear of what he might do. But the idea of having to marry him sickened and overwhelmed me, “fuck you,” I snarled, eyes finally meeting his.

“You got some massive lady balls and I gotta say, I dig that.” He stated, pulling his face away.

“I’m so tempted to bring you home darling.” He finished, deep down I knew he was just teasing but the thought revolted me.

“I would never be the wife of someone like you,” I responded, my face scrunching up.

He looked at me still with that daring smile.

At that point I couldn’t taken it anymore, my rage boiled until finally, it spilled, I looked at him and let out a large wad of spit aiming it right at his leg.

“Go to hell,” I stated, storms in my eyes.

His face finally faltered as he stared at the stain on his trousers.

“Ho ho ho, you bitch,” he said grabbing the back of my hair and yanking me outside of the house.

“How about we put on a little show, huh darling” he purred in my ear.

I felt ill as he forced me to my knees and began to gesture with Lucille.

“Now I was gonna be nice today but it seems some of you still need an example of how to behave.” Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned as he spoke.

I didn’t cry, I was very careful to heed Rosita’s advice and made sure I didn’t once show my fear, Daryl however did not do the same…

“Y/N!” He screamed as if I was already dead.

“DONT TOUCH HER,” he cried with rage, “I’LL KILL YA!”

“Bring him,” calmly, he gestured to the woman on his right as he spoke.

She dragged him so he was diagonal to me, she then kept her hands on his face, forcing him to keep his eyes on me.

Now I knew to be scared but all I could think was how tired he looked, behind the rage and upset was masked malnutrition and exhaustion. I couldn’t help but worry.

“We’re gonna break up another couple tonight,” he laughed aiming and fake swinging his bat at me.

I grimaced at his statement recalling the story of what happened to Glenn and Abraham and the devastation Maggie and Sasha were left with.

“I’m sorry, you would’ve been a real treat to come home too but looks like you’re gonna end up another lost treasure.”

“Last chance to say goodbye lover boy,” Negan warned.

Daryl was screaming profanities at him, doing everything he could to divert Lucille’s attention to him instead but to my relief, his attempts failed…

That was when the countdown started…

“10…” my breathing quickened.

“9…” I could see Daryl’s mouth moving, his whole body scrambling beneath the saviours holding him back, but all I could hear was Negans voice.

“8…” “just continue to do this when you’re scared okay baby?” I could hear my mums voice infiltrating my thoughts, guiding me to breathe.

“7…” I can see the flowers, they look so pretty, especially now that the lilies have grown, my mother didn’t like lilies, she always loved roses.

“6…” I can see the sun, it shines so brightly today, beaming down its light onto all of us, I think of Daryl’s nickname for me.

“5…” I can see my friends, I love my friends. Part of me wishes I could see Maggie again, the other doesn’t want her to see this.

“4…” I can see the sky, it looks painted today, the way the clouds are floating looks ethereal.

“3…” I can see Daryl. My Daryl, I smile.

“2…” I can see the bat, it blocks the sun as it’s lifted high into the sky.

“1…” I can see Glenn and Abraham, I didn’t think I’d see them so soon but I’m happy-

“I’LL JOIN YA!” Silence overcame the crowd as Daryl pleaded.

“Just let her go, that’s all I ask” his voice quaked, there was a frantic look of desperation in his eyes.

Silence…

Negan chuckled before his face turned stern.

“Who are you?” He commanded in a teasing tone.

“I am Negan…”

[swampstew]

Captain_CumShot - Chapter 2

Welcome to Raven's Reading Nook - a small corner of this blog dedicated to cozy story times. Take a seat on the chaise lounge, plug your electronic device in so you can enjoy this multi-chapter, full blown smut story. The Captain is the snack and sadly, I have nothing to offer to soothe the yearning. As always, links to Wattpad and AO3 at the bottom. Enjoy, from your favorite loyal, cabin hoe♥

Summary: You treated yourself to a tier upgrade😘

Minors DNI you will be blocked - for adult audiences only.

Admin: Thanks for upgrading your subscription to Tier III! The Captain will want to thank you personally ~ drop your next available hour slot and we’ll set it up.

You: 10 PM

Admin: Talk to you soon ~

10:00 PM

Captain: Hey doll. I’ve seen your likes and comments around here for a while and I’m chuffed that you finally upgraded. What changed?

You: Truthfully, I challenged myself to save up so I can really treat myself when I felt I needed it. Especially after the last year and four months at work.

Captain:…

Captain: You waited ONE YEAR and FOUR MONTHS before you felt like you needed a break?

Captain: I’m flattered you’ve chosen me as your reward but gat damn girl. You need to treat yourself more often.

Captain: What the hell do you do for a job??

You: I’m an accountant at a small but valued firm, so we’re kind of just always busy! Especially at tax time which is ALMOST over. So I spoiled myself a few days early.

Captain: Congratulations ~ Do you work in a stuffy office with a buncha dorks?

You: Well I wouldn’t say dorks and it’s not a closet! I work in an office building with maybe less than 50 other people. I have a corner office so yay for small wins!

Captain: Aye that’s the least they can do fer’ya!

Captain: Do they make you dress business professional like you’re gonna meet the president every day or is it a normal place that lets you dress like a human being?

You: Haha, nothing so refined. Business casual for the most part, Fridays we can wear jeans, and sometimes during the seasons they’ll do a morale boosting themed clothes week thing.

Captain: 🤔

Captain: Does anyone enjoy that?

You: Some do, some don’t. The bosses buy a big lunch spread though so it’s not all bad.

Captain: Tell me, are the morale boosting bits mandatory?

You: You’re not required to dress up. They don’t technically say you have to be at the luncheon but they do have someone sweep the desks to make sure no one is still working. I think they legitimately think they’re providing a “break” for us but like, a paid lunch hour would be a thousand times better.

Captain: Bet.

Captain: You ever skipped it all together? Just said fuck it and hid on the roof to scroll on your phone and eat lunch?

You: Sometimes my car! We have a secure parking garage and its air conditioned so it’s quiet and not boiling hot.

Captain: Hooray for small victories.

Captain: Have you ever gotten uncomfortably turned on enough that you’ve escaped to your car to get relief?

You: 😳

You: Maybe once or twice. I’m always afraid of getting caught.

Captain: I’d make sure we wouldn’t.

Captain: See I personally fucking hate it when instead of just paying people more, employers make their people do a whole dog and pony show. Leave people alone!

Captain: This is literally a crime.

Captain: If you’d let me, I’d come and save you from those stupid lunches.

You: 🤔

You: I wouldn’t hate that!

You: Not sure you could pull it off though, you would garner a lot of attention just from standing, you’re just that attractive 👉👈🥺

Captain: Relax, I’m nothing if not professional. Want to hear my grand scheme that I cooked up, just now?

You: Oh go right ahead!

Captain: I’d start by doing research into your company and get the lunch reservation details of these luncheons. I would then pose as an employee dropping off the food order/doing set up and while everyone is gathering, I would linger a little, totally incognito, and slip out to find your office if you haven’t already entered the room.

Captain: Should I continue? I’m really proud of this scheme actually.                           

You: Please, I wonder how you plan to get away scot-free and not get me fired!

Captain: You’d not only get fired – you’d get off, repeatedly and it would be a seasonal thing cause I’d never get caught. I think it would be a professional bonus because then you’ll be so satisfied at work, you might even get a promotion or pay raise or some shit😏

You: This I gotta hear

Captain: Where was I?

Captain: Just kidding

Captain: I would then smuggle you to the parking garage under the guise that you’re my ‘job equipment’ or whatever, and then, I’d take you to your car. Ideally, I can convince you to get in the van I rented as part of my infiltration disguise so I can actually sit and stand without breaking my neck. The windows are blacked out, I keep anchors and blocks on the wheels to keep it stable, and then I rock your fucking world.

Captain: Still with me?

You: I am

Captain: You’re probably thinking, ‘but if you’re as beastly as I think you are, won’t I be screaming my brains out?’

You: I was!

Captain: As a professional content creator – amongst other trades – I know a thing or two about sound proofing. There’s always a gag if you’re into that.

You: I could be persuaded…

Captain: I have a lot of things I’d like to persuade you to do in there.

Captain: Do you normally participate in the themed clothes or do you keep it professional?

You: I don’t usually, not really my thing.

Captain: I see.

Captain: Back to my scheme ~

Captain: After I’ve successfully fooled everyone and have you in my clutches, I’d take you to my van where you can have a lunch break actually worth attending.

Captain: I would first take off my disguise and reveal that it was me all along! After you get over your initial surprise, I’d ask you what you’re hungry for.

You: Oh I get options?

Captain: Hell yeah doll. Your choices can range anywhere from a quick snack to a mega meal.

You: Do the options change too?

Captain: I don’t believe in constraints. Unless they’re kink-related.

Captain: I think since you’re the kind of doll that doesn’t splurge too much on ‘erself, I’d start you off with a ‘left no crumbs.’

Captain: What that entails is me, sitting you all pretty like on a seat cushion, starting ngwith something soft and sweet. Kisses up the arm, on the neck, slow, building up anticipation. I’d tease you over your clothes, petting your kitten until I feel your wetness through the fabric.

Captain: Pepper your body with kisses and bites to keep you on edge. When I have you down to just your undergarments, I’d sit you in my lap. Spread your thighs open. Start rubbing your pussy until you’re leaking all over my hand. I’ll let you have a quick orgasm, a small and sweet one. But don’t think we’re done.

Captain: I might take my pants off to feel you a bit better. Push you down on my hard-on as I wrap an arm around your waist to keep you still. I’ll use my free hand to play with your pussy again. Rubbing you, flicking you, lightly smacking you, rubbing your clit, finger fucking you. Rub my big dick against your trembling body to make you even more sensitive.

Captain: Since you only have an hour, I’ll make sure you look presentable before you go back to the office. Where you can spend the rest of the day sitting in the mess I’m going to leave. How does that make you feel?

You: I’m…speechless, in a good way…Shit that’s really hot. It makes me feel devious, a bit dirty, like I really want to do it.

Captain: Damn and I haven’t even finished telling you what’s included in your lunch?

You: 🤐

You: Please forgive me

Captain: I could never stay mad at you doll.

Captain: As I was saying ~

Captain: I can’t let you leave your break without feeling fully satisfied.

Captain: Before you go, I’d spend some time with you against the van wall. If you’re into it, I can use rope to help keep you standing. I encourage it, you’re gonna need it.

You: I’m into it, I’m into it 🤤

Captain: Heh. Freak.

Captain: I’d keep you still and propped up, putting your blouse on, keeping my lipstick stains and bites hidden underneath. I’d pull your panties and bottoms over your ankles, slide your soaked underwear up your thighs…

Captain: And give you dessert.

You: What am I having??!

Captain: Me.

Captain: I’d pull your panties up your thighs but not put them on entirely. Leaving them maybe a few inches from your twitching pussy. Then I’d finally let you see my cock.

Captain: Do you want to touch it?

You: Yesss🥺please let me touch.

Captain: Don’t worry you’ll be feeling it.

Captain: I’ll prod my cock against your clit, slide it up and down your puffy lips, maybe push in a little bit.

Captain: After I get it nice and wet with you, I’d stand in front of you and fuck your body. I won’t go in in, I’ll slide in between your desperate lips, make you clench over my cock with your needy pussy, I’ll hit your delicious ass cheeks, pull back out and rub against your clit until you’re crying.

You: Oh my fucking god.

Captain: I’m not done.

Captain: While I do this, I’ll rub my thumb down on your clit, and I won’t stop until you’ve cum over my cock, frustrated yet relieved.

Captain: But don’t be disappointed just yet because the next part is my favorite part.

Captain: As you’re coming down from your orgasm, I’ll finish myself off. Jerking myself in front of you and finishing right on your cunt.

You: 🥵

Captain: Yeah.

Captain: I’d milk my length to cover you, watching it drip from your vulva and trembling lips down to your underwear and thighs. Whatever falls further down I’d wipe with my thumb and make you lick it off.

Captain: Then I’ll pull your panties up nice and high, make sure they sit on your hips just right, don’t want any of me to spill out. For good measure, I might even rub your underwear against you some just to smear it in you some more.

Captain: I love cum play.

Captain: I’ll pull up your bottoms, wipe your tears, and send you away with a kiss on the cheek and a slap on the ass.

Captain: How does that sound doll?

You: I would fucking die!!! I want this so bad fuck why would you DO THAT TO ME?!?🥵🤤 FUCK! You’re so hot, all I want is to touch you and be touched by you😩

Captain: Are you touching yourself?

You: If I said yes?🥺

Captain: I’d say me too. Check out the photo gallery later, you’ll see the load I blew for ya😘

Captain: Glad to add you to my harem of Cabin Hoes. I’m not supposed to have favorites, but I think I’m gonna grow fond of you.

Captain: G’night doll. Thanks for subscribing😘

<end chat>

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[writhe]

because of the car situation, i didn’t get to visit my old friend today. i’m excited to see her and hear about her life and it felt like a step towards learning tattoo stuff too. was disappointing in multiple ways. i was on the phone trying to figure out some insurance stuff until noon. had to finish ordering my ID (needed to figure out how to pay online without a debit card too).

walked hal, saw a large branch fall in the road and block traffic. my housemate cut it up (and i helped move it and i also chatted with the neighbor- once it had been dragged out of the street, the city said they wouldn’t deal with it since it was no longer on public property so this random elderly woman suddenly had this on her plate? hello?). but all seems it will resolve well and quickly

took reference photos for a commission im excited about while on the walk, and a man with a small fire smoldering in his yard saw me through the hedges and told me to come check out the outdoor museum in his yard and i told him i was heading somewhere but that the smoke smelled good and he said “you can come smell this whole damn house” but not in a way that felt threatening, just kind of interesting, and kind of made me think of a ghost. i wonder what would have happened if i went in, i had halliwell with me and a knife so when someone hedges those bets i tend to give them slightly more of the benefit of the doubt

got home and spent the rest of the day packing nearly 50 orders (thanks y’all). got really in it with some emotions. was hoping to go to a farm workday too but by the time that would have happened i was tired from doing things that felt like effort and figured i had other social plans later anyway. went on a second walk and ran into some friends in an alley who told me the other plans i had later were cancelled (we were gonna play MtG and i hadn’t checked the chat)

a friend came over to use our washing machine and i was cranky at first bc i’d wanted to be alone for a little while but it ended up being nice. i fucked around with my sewing machine for a couple hours and fixed my duvet cover (hal ripped a huge hole in it while clawing at it). it’s far more functional than it is aesthetically pleasing and was actually really engaging for me

the night ended with me and my housemates and our friend hanging out in the living room and cracking and eating nuts. talking a little bit about emotions and politics and stuff, it got really sweet and i feel nice

my neighbor texted me that he thought he saw fishing around in my car, so around midnight i went out to check and found that he’d bought be a big ole 12 pack of my favorite drinks & set it inside the passenger seat for me to find (-,:

[honeybeedewdrops]

The Hustle | B.Bradshaw

Summary: You and Rooster play a little game of Pool and you end up hustling him.

A/N: Your call sign is Hustle because you had tricked many people. This is also gender neutral. Also sorry if the pool is not the right rules or whatever I have never played pool before.

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The minute Bradley walked into the Hard Deck he didn’t see any of his friends but he did see you alone at the pool table so he took his chance. A pretty person alone he just couldn’t pass up the opportunity.

You were at the pool table just hitting some balls well attempting to. When he came up to you “you know your supposed to hit the ball right” he chuckles “I know but I just can’t seem to hit it” you say flashing him a smile. “Here let me help you” he comes behind you and positions the stick “it’s like this” and you hit the ball smoothly and the striped ball went in. You squeal “thanks” he shrugs “no problem I’m Bradley” you take his hand “I’m Y/N” for a while you and Bradley play well mostly him showing you how to play.

His friends had walked in a little bit ago and saw you two. They just let it happen knowing exactly what was about to happen. Rooster needed to be knocked down a few pegs in their opinion.

“Here’s an idea how about we play a game you vs me? We can even bet on it” You say “I don’t think so I don’t want to cream you plus I’d feel bad taking your money” “oh come on please. If not money around of drinks” you beg. “Ok fine a round of drinks but only us two” he says “yay” and you two shake. “You break” he says setting it up. This was always one of your favourite parts they always let you break first. You give him a light smirk before breaking you shoot stripes and make it. You look over to Bradley who’s in shock “Lucky shot” you shake your head before making every shot after except for 2 and the eight ball. Bradley was shocked how was this possible “your up pretty boy” he shook walked up to the table and took his turn only making 1 in. You next turn you won “ok pretty boy I’ll take a Y/D” “no beginners luck again” you smirk time to earn some money “ok $50 and a round on you” “your on” and you two shook hands. "You can break first this time" You spot Phoenix in the growing crowd and wink. To which she just rolls her eyes at your antics. She knew from personal experience what was happening.

Rooster did better this round but you still killed him. "Pay up" you say holding your hand out. Rooster grumbled and handed you a $50, "Hey Rooster I see you met Hustle" Phoenix say coming and patting him on the back "Who?" "Hustle they are joining our division" you smirk "yep Y/N "Hustle" Y/LN at your service" "Oh great now I see where the name comes from" Rooster says "don't worry pal she's done it to all of us. Her first victim was Hangman I think he lost like $200" Coyote says coming up behind them joining the conversation. "But about that drink" You say giving Rooster a look "i'm going i'm going" and he leaves to your drink.

"hey Penny" "Rooster hey your usual?" "no not this time just Y/D" "ah got played by Y/N" he makes a face "How'd you know?" "I saw you two playing and that's their usual" he nods pays and hands you your drink. "Thank you kind sir and your tip" you say handing back the $50 "no you won that maybe not fair and square but it's yours" you shake your head "nope I always give the money back" he takes it "thanks" "no problem besides I just like hustling people for their reactions not their money" he nods and walks away to Phoenix. "Hey Hustle you actually buy that one or hustle it out of someone" you smirk "oh Bagman when was the last time I actually paid for my own drink" he smirked "so whose the loser who got played" "well he's not a loser, I think he's kinda cute and he's right over there" you say pointing "oh Bradshaw" and Rooster looked over. "You fell for good ole Hustles trick here" Rooster rolls his eyes not wanting to do this "yeah but sounds like you lost $200 I only lost $50" "go big or go home"

You say stepping in between the two men "ok ladies now there's enough room for all of us. Now come on Bradley you can tell me about your call sign and I promise I won't hustle you" Rooster nods and you two sit down next to Phoenix and Bob.

[sfwregressionfanfictions]

Storming in Hawkins (Steve Harrington X Little! Reader)

Request: hi!! i’d like to request a CG!Steve Harrington x gn!little!reader fic where there’s a big storm and the reader is scared of thunderstorms and steve comforts them. i hope you’re having a good day!!

Wc: 920

Warning: Storms, bigspace for a little, honestly not my best work. If you don't like, don't read.

The TV in Family Videos had been playing the news all day, it was rather boring if you asked anyone paying attention in the shop. Luckily, both Steve and Robin were fixated on fixing a cassette tape that was rather ratty and nested, however, the pair was going to fix it for the redhead that left it with them. 

“You dingus! Stop pulling it!” Robin said as she was still untwisting the tape.

“No. I have to pull it through here! So you can untwist it!” Steve grumbled back. 

“I need to fix this before you do that!” Steve was not paying attention to her this time, “Harrington, are you even paying attention?”

“Shut up for a second.” Steve dropped the cassette, moving towards the TV and the remote on the counter. 

“Don’t tell me what-” The TV cut her off, volume turned up 50%.

“There is now a severe thunderstorm warning in Hawkin, and surrounding towns and counties. This storm is believed to begin in an hour or two, if you are outside, seek shelter! If you are at home, do not leave under any circumstances. Stay safe Hawkins.”

“Holy Shhhh-” 

“Steve, we should lock up early…” Robin said, beginning to pace.

“Get your stuff, hit the lights. I’m gonna put your bike in my trunk, then we can lock up and leave. Keith can deal with it.” Steve said, moving to throw the cassette at Robin. She ran to the back, grabbing her bag and chucking the cassette into it. Steve grabbed a few movies and walked outside to his car. 

Locking up was quick, driving to drop off Robin was fast, and the drive to the house he and (Y/N) shared took no time. The clouds moved quickly though covering the blue sky, making it grey and dreary. The weather in Hawkins was always weird, even after the gate to the upside-down was closed. Steve threw the door open to the home, “Baby I’m back early!”

“Stevie!!!”, They came barrelling towards steve in the entryway, body flung to hugging and clinging onto him, “Why are you here so early?”

“Closed early due to the coming storm, couldn’t leave my little baby here alone,” Steve mumbled against their hair, carrying them to the living room after closing and locking the door.

“There is a storm?” The stress filled (Y/N)’s voice, storms always caused stress after the mind flayer and the storms it caused. 

“It’s all gonna be okay, I brought some movies to distract us. We can make a little fort, have some fries and nuggies, and maybe you can color. Everything will be all good.” Steve said, petting their head. 

Once placed down, (Y/N) went running to get blankets, stuffies and pillows. Steve normally would yell for them to slow down, but he didn’t as they were obviously already stressed. Steve pulled out the sofa bed, and put a sheet on it. Then the oven was preheating and the food was placed in it. 

“Veggies…” Steve muttered realizing they have nothing healthy with their meal. Luckily after looking over the fridge, he found a bag of baby carrots. He cut them into smaller pieces.

“D- Stevie, I need help setting up the fort…” (Y/N) was obviously on the edge of slipping, they were fidgety and staring at the pillows and blankets unsure what to do.

“How about I make it? While you look through those tapes and figure out what we should watch?” Steve smiled, as she ran to the small pile of films and plopped down on the floor. 

Soon enough the fort was built, the film was built (it was the care bears movie), and it has begun lightly raining. (Y/N)’s stuffies sat comfortably in the fort. Soon, dinner was ready.

“Baby, eat your carrots first, okay?” Steve was only met with a hum. The rain was picking up and the wind was rather loud. Luckily the movie was able to block out some of the noise.

The night was going smoothly for the first hour of dinner and movie until the storm got truly terrible and the thunder started. The first crack of thunder caused a squeal of fear to rise from (Y/N), who kept shrinking into themself. When Steve looked at them from where he was switching tapes, he noticed the tears beginning to stream down his little baby’s face. 

“Dadaaaaa!”

With that one word, (Y/N) was in his arms in an instance. Steve rocked them lightly back and forth, shushing their cries, “Baby, where is your paci?”

A mumble replied, it was unintelligible through their sobs. Steve rushed to the one in the kitchen that had just been washed. Steve held it up quickly to baby's mouth, and it was accepted without a fight.

“That’s it, baby, let me make it all better,” Steve said moving back towards the coach to lay down and cuddle the fear away. (Y/N) had not stopped shaking still, whimpering and whining. “Baby have I ever let you get hurt? Even by scary storms?”

“No dada” Barely a whimper.

“And I never will, you are so safe, baby. That storm better hope I don’t get my hands on it!” Steve said, jokingly starting to fight the sky above them.

“Luv dada,” Suddenly much calmer and also much more sleepy.

“I love you too, my little baby,” Steve kissed their forehead and cheeks and nose until they were a giggly mess. “Now sleep, I will keep you safe.”

[forthegothicheroine]

Interesting things I’m learning about the comic book moral panic (a post-World War II scare that comic books were going to turn children violent and/or gay, which resulted in the non-government censorship Comics Code):

Although it was set up as parents vs. kids, there were a lot of kids, especially religious ones, who were vocal and prominent in literally burning comics

It’s also not easily divisible along political lines; conservatives hated what they saw as immoral subtext, while more progressive types didn’t like the ‘might makes right’ vibe of superhero stories.

You know what? Crime Does Not Pay and Tales from the Crypt did in fact have lots of gore! I don’t think I would have forbidden my children from reading them, but I certainly wouldn’t have been thrilled about it.

The above does not mean I would want them banned, let alone that I’d lump everything from The Spirit (which was actually doing some innovative artistic stuff) to the worst issue of the worst forgotten war comic together. It just means these are still arguments we’re having today.

In retrospect, there doesn’t seem to have been that much of a rise in juvenile delinquency, which means that parents in the 50s panicking that their kids had attitude were REALLY not prepared for the 60s.

[depressedhouseplant]

🔞 Just Fucking Write - Day 105 🔞

Prompt: Sunwoo x Julie (Kiss of Life) / Sunwoo’s belated birthday post / Straight Sex pt 4 (?)

Tags: Unprotected sex (wrap it up kids), sex work, drinking, vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms

A/N: Thank you for the request(s) & I hope I did your idea justice 💕

“Why are we going out when it’s balls ass cold and I could be working on improving my LOL level?” Sunwoo asked as the group entered the club, kicking the snow off their boots and shucking off outer layers.

“Because our baby is finally old enough to drink and get a lap dance,” Kevin pinched Eric’s cheek and Eric swatted at him.

“You know he’s not into girls, right?” Juyeon pointed out.

“Some of us are,” Younghoon added.

“You’re into anything with a nice ass and a pulse and I’m pretty sure the pulse is optional,” Chanhee said. Younghoon reached over and hit him in the shoulder.

They made their way to a table that Sangyeon had reserved. Girls were milling around in various states of undress, but none of them caught Sunwoo’s eye. There was only one girl Sunwoo had his eye on and had for months. He was so lost in his own thoughts that he bumped into one of the girls.

“Shit, sorry, are you okay?” he asked.

“I’m fine, thank you,” a familiar voice replied. As his eyes adjusted, he recognized the girl standing in front of him. She was wearing a full face of makeup, the stripper version of a schoolgirl outfit, and heels. Definitely not the sweatpants, no makeup, and hair in a bun held up by a pen Julie Han that he regularly crushed on in his advanced math class.

“Julie?” he asked.

“Ruby,” she corrected. “At least when I’m working.”

“But you are…” Sunwoo trailed off.

“Yes,” she confirmed.

“I had no idea,” he said.

“That’s kind of the point,” she told him.

“I can leave you alone if I’m gonna, like, blow your cover or something,” he replied.

“Do you want a dance? I can give you one for a discount,” she offered.

“My friends got a table since it’s our youngest’s 21st birthday, so I think they’re probably gonna drink more than anything, but they were threatening to get him a dance,” Sunwoo told her.

“That doesn’t answer my question,” Julie (Ruby) said. Sunwoo considered her offer. She was willingly offering to take her clothes off in front of him. Of course, it was her job and he’d pay her for it, but he was still having trouble processing this fact.

“Yes, I’d like a dance,” he finally decided.

“Then follow me,” she took his hand and led him back to an area lined with booths. She sat him down in one and closed the door.

“I normally charge $50 for a private dance and the panties have to stay on, but I’ll give you half off. Panties still have to stay on or we lose our liquor license. Apparently pussies out means you can’t have booze,” she shrugged.

“I can give you $50, wait, should it be $60? For a tip?” Sunwoo pulled out his wallet and looked up at her.

“I’ve never had a man insist on paying full price and tipping me when I offered him less,” she laughed a little.

“I know how expensive school is. I assume that’s why you’re here,” he replied.

“A big part of it, yes,” she nodded.

“Then here’s $60,” he handed her the money. She looked at it for a moment before putting it in the string of her panties.

“You can choose to have music or not. It’s the buttons on the wall,” she pointed.

“Do you have a preference?” Sunwoo asked.

“You’re definitely the most considerate client I’ve had in a while,” she laughed and pushed a few buttons, starting a song that was popular at the moment. “You ready?”

“Yes,” he nodded. Julie (Ruby) began to slowly move with the music, first pulling her hair out of the ponytail and ruffling it loose. Then she slowly unbuttoned the top and let it drop to the floor, revealing a lace bra underneath. She reached behind her to unzip the skirt and stepped out of it now standing in just her underwear and high heels. Sunwoo gripped his pants tightly to keep from touching her and to rein in his erection.

“You can touch me,” she said. “The only off limits is between my legs.”

“So I can touch your -,” Sunwoo was cut off by Julie (Ruby) removing her bra and releasing her tits almost directly in front of his face.

“Tits? Yes, you can touch my tits,” she grinned as she put her hands on his thighs and leaned forward. Sunwoo tentatively reached up and ran his hands up her sides before resting his hands on her chest. By this point his brain was akin to a microwave someone had thrown a fork into. Julie (Ruby) grazed her hand over his crotch and smirked.

“Too bad we’re a reputable club or I’d take care of that for you now,” she said.

“How?” he asked before thinking.

“Probably suck you off, but riding you also seems reasonable. I’m really not picky which hole your cock ends up in as long as it does,” she told him. She continued to snake up and down his body, letting his hands roam all over her skin until they heard a ding.

“Time’s up,” she told him. “Do you have your phone?”

“Uh, yeah,” he managed to fish it out of his pocket even with the massive boner he had. He handed it to her and she entered her number.

“I get off at 2. Expect a message around then,” she told him.

“Okay,” he nodded.

“And if you really need to take care of that, guys jack off in the bathroom all the time,” she added.

“Right, thanks,” he said.

“See you soon,” she kissed his cheek before exiting the booth fully clothed. It was gonna be a long 3 hours.

The boys started interrogating Sunwoo when he finally got to the table after finishing himself in the bathroom.

“One of the girls offered me a dance, so I took it,” it wasn’t a lie. Julie had offered him a dance and it wasn’t his fault he thirsted after her looking like a regular college student much less sex incarnate.

Sunwoo tuned them out after that, opting to drink and check his phone every 10 minutes. Finally the message he was waiting for popped up.

Jules💎: Changing & then I’ll be ready to leave. Meet me out front in 5?

“I gotta go,” he announced. “I’m tired.”

The rest of them looked at him suspiciously, but didn’t say anything. By the time he got his warmer layers on, Julie was waiting outside for him. She looked more like the girl he knew bundled up in a coat and hat barefaced.

“Hey,” he smiled.

“Hey,” she smiled back. “I live pretty close to here and I don’t have a roommate so I thought you might be up for going there?”

“Sounds great,” Sunwoo agreed.

“So did you end up finishing yourself in the bathroom?” she asked as they walked.

“Yes. I haven’t had to do that since middle school,” he gave her a look. She laughed.

“It’s not my fault you got that hard. Most guys get a semi, but you were ready to go,” she said.

“And it’s not my fault I’ve had a crush on you for the entire semester only to discover you’re a stripper,” Sunwoo countered.

“Really?” she looked over at him.

“The guys are actually really annoyed by the fact I haven’t asked you out yet,” Sunwoo told her.

“So why haven’t you?” she asked.

“I assumed you either already had a boyfriend or you’d turn me down. You’re way out of my league,” he replied.

“Joke’s on you, I guess. Now you know your crush is a stripper,” her voice took on an edge to it that Sunwoo didn’t like. He stopped and turned to face her.

“Whatever happens tonight whether it’s a one time thing or we decide to pursue something, I respect your judgment. If you decided this is the best way to earn money, I trust you. Would I be a little jealous that strangers get to see you naked, too? Yeah. But I trust that if we were in a relationship that you’d only do what was necessary and I’m the one you come home to. Fair?” he explained.

“Fair,” she agreed. “This is me.”

Julie once again led him into the building, up the elevator, and to her apartment. Once they were out of their boots and layers, Sunwoo couldn’t stop himself. He kissed her, savoring the taste of her mouth against his. She wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss.

“Now you can see my pussy and I won’t even charge you,” she teased.

“Aren’t I lucky?” he grinned. Their clothes littered the way to the bedroom and they flopped onto the bed naked and horny. Sunwoo traced Julie’s folds with his fingers, smiling at every twitch or moan.

“You’re soaked,” he observed.

“Maybe I’ve had a little crush on you too,” she replied.

“Is that so?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Yes, I’ve had a crush on you too,” she confirmed.

“I admit this isn’t exactly how I envisioned us finally fucking, but it’s pretty good,” Sunwoo said as he slid 2 fingers into Julie’s soaked hole. He began working all her sensitive spots while massaging her clit with his thumb.

“If you keep that up I’m gonna come,” she moaned.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Sunwoo grinned down at her, increasing his pace. Julie squirmed under him as he pushed her closer to her release.

“Come on, baby. Come for me like a good girl,” he breathed next to her ear. With a loud keen, Julie came all over his hand. “Beautiful.”

He wiped his hand on the corner of the sheets then entered her still shaking cunt.

“Fuck, you’re huge,” she grunted.

“I think you can take me,” he leaned down to kiss her. She held his face, kissing him back ferociously. She bucked her hips in time with his thrusts, their bodies moving in perfect tandem with each other.

“Come in me,” she begged.

“Even though…?” Sunwoo asked.

“You heard me,” she replied.

“Of course,” he agreed. Julie locked her legs behind his lower back, holding him in place as he started to come. The first few spurts of hot come sent her over the edge a second time.

“Holy shit. That was the best sex I’ve ever had,” she panted when they finished.

“Me too,” Sunwoo agreed.

“I’m glad I have an understanding boyfriend,” she ventured.

“I’m glad I have an amazing girlfriend,” he replied.

“So we’re gonna try this?” she asked.

“I’m up for it if you are,” Sunwoo told her.

“Then let’s have a shower and go to sleep. I’m exhausted. Boyfriend,” Julie said.

“Good idea, girlfriend,” Sunwoo’s face hurt from smiling.

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[oboy-me]

> i’d love to get like headcanons for the bros with a m!mc who has a habit of collecting things?? like whether it’s just pretty rocks he finds on the ground or some random collectible GAKSHTKDJDKS IT IS GODS GUESS what he has like 50 of in his room!!!

     Hello anon!! Thank you for being the first request on the blog! 💖 One habitual collecting M!MC coming right up for you! To preface this, this is my first ever time sitting down and writing imagine-style requests so if anything isn't right please don't hesitate to shoot me an ask or IM to correct it! 😊

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▸▸ You have a habit; to you it was never a big deal, but to creatures of various core vices, your behavior is a strange little thing to learn about! You've always collected objects for various reasons — perhaps the sentimental value, or just because it looked cool. And... it started to really show in your room.

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Lucifer at first doesn't pay too much attention; you're likely just curious about the Devildom's native geology, and he wont reprimand you for a harmless fascination. It served as a great tie-in for some of your classes at RAD too. However when you started to buy more and more shelves and display cases, he took a lot more notice — he was feeling a Levi 2.0 coming on. But the brothers would often fuel your collection habits, especially Mammon and Leviathan, and would always stand up for you: "He's just collecting some neat stuff! Leave him alone!" So he would... mostly.

He does, however, support your little collection in his own way. You started to receive texts about optimal ways to lay out your gemstones so they took up less space and could still stand out, he helps you pick out shelving that fits your room, and even offers an old storage room in the House of Lamentation to store some things for you to rotate in and out as you please. He does this song and dance with Leviathan already, and at least your hobby is way less intrusive or expensive.

"Y/N... Make sure you do not crowd your room out too much. If something breaks, these may fall and injure you, so please exercise caution. … For my own peace of mind, if nothing else. I know I can't dissuade you from collecting more... nor would I want to. Though they may sparkle and shimmer brightly, the way your own face lights up is far more brilliant than any gemstone could ever hope to be. So please, let me know if I can assist you further."

Mammon is over the moon to hear you pick up little discarded items! That's his human! Sure, you end up keeping them, but Mammon's thrilled nonetheless at the fact that you've got a keen eye for these sorts of things. Initially he uses that as an in for you to unwittingly pluck out some valuable knickknacks that had been discarded for him to pawn off later behind your back, but... Well, when you first discovered what he did and ignored him for a week after you ended up deeply upset, he realized you collected those things for their sentimental value. Oops.

Mammon ends up fretting and eventually tracks the items he sold back down, returning them to you; "Normally I wouldn't be goin' through all this trouble for just one guy but... You're my special human, ya got that?!" And you heard it loud and clear. Now you often find Mammon's crows bringing you new shinies for your collection as part of his gifts to you, and he loves seeing that smile on your face every time you receive a new item for your collection. He sometimes even tries to weave these fantastic stories about how he came across them — nearly always something to amp up how great he is — but in the end you can tell each item was picked out because it fit your collection to a T and he knew you'd love it.

"Don't let the others pick on ya, man... Collectin's a good hobby! Ya never know when somethin' ya picked up could sell for hundreds, thousands, or even millions of Grimm! … But, not that I'd want ya to sell the stuff I gave ya... Hey, you wont go sellin' my gifts off right?! Every one of those little trinkets has a piece of my heart in 'em, so they're stayin' put, ya hear?!"

Leviathan is another one firmly in the encouragement squad; he really can't argue otherwise given he's got the worst collection habit of the brothers rivaled only by Satan's own dragon's hoard of books. When he hears you have a fascination with collecting little chibi figurines, even for series you never watched, he's immediately going on Akuzon and selling you on collecting stuff from the series he likes. This sort of immediately spirals in to a daily routine of you two swapping whose displaying what in which rooms, and needless to say it gives Lucifer a hell of a migraine to figure out what's going on. And if anyone pick on you for collecting "girlish" stuff as a guy, Levi's gonna step in to verbally berate them; he's knocking at the knees later on, but hey, no one picks on his follow otaku!

As you two grow closer, Leviathan finds himself buying more of these figurines for you, often making up some kind of excuse: "This one is part of that Devi-Sentai set, so I went ahead and got it for you!" or "This one just has to be displayed with her twin sister, it's total blasphemy to the otaku culture to have one but not the other!" … In truth, he's just glad to see you smile and enjoy his company, and these figurines are the excellent bridge that brought you two closer. Now it's just something you two do together without thinking about it.

"Hey, Y/N! There's gonna be this new sale for figurines going on at the next Ruri-Hana concert; you can't get these anywhere in the three realms otherwise, so let's go together, okay?! You being there will ease my poor heart and make all those crowds much more bearable too s-so you have to say yes!"

Satan is another one who gets the whole hoarding thing but excuses his own as a quest for knowledge rather than anything frivolous like Mammon or Leviathan, so when he sees you collecting origami initially he's rather perplexed by it. Why origami? Why so many of them? Were you building an army of familiars to one day unleash on everyone? As interesting as that would be to use on Lucifer, you inform him it's just something you collect because seeing them dancing and swaying in the ambient light of the moon is a sight you'd never get anywhere else. … Colour him intrigued, so he spends a night over and immediately understands the fascination once the lights are turned off.

After that, Satan offers you a few origami pieces of his own to add to the collection, most being unsurprisingly feline in design; he's just pleased to be able to contribute in a meaningful way to your happiness, even if the others call it a silly hobby. One day he even leaves you an intricate origami cat that has writing on it — a poem he wrote to you to wish for your happiness before he folded it up in just the perfect way to reflect the key words. It's just another in a sea of quirky little additions, but he finds that's what makes you so special.

"I don't see many men, much less human ones, getting in to such a delicate hobby, but I think it suits you if I might be honest. When I first saw all their paper figures sway and sparkle like the stars in your room, it reminded me of how your own eyes shine when you're overtaken by joy. I want to continue seeing that cute face of yours, Y/N — whether through more of these origami, or through other ventures."

Asmodeus saw you going out to buy little dolls when you started earning Grimm and almost immediately became rather curious what you were doing with them; he hardly was one to judge, but he heard men in the human world hardly ever touched dolls. He'd tail you sometimes to see you were meticulous in which one you picked, sometimes even going out to buy or commission clothes to be made for them — and that's when it hit him. This would be the perfect chance to get you to notice his impeccable fashion tastes through making clothing for your dolls! Though he hadn't quite anticipated you having so many in your room, that too would actually become part of the fun plan he had cooked up.

"Let's plan up a fashion show for them, Y/N!" You were surprised to see Asmodeus carrying a whole box of doll-sized clothes in one arm and a box of human-sized clothes in the other; he brought the wardrobes to your room where he let you pick the dolls and he pieced together the outfits for them following a theme. You both then made an impromptu catwalk to strut your stuff for the miniature audience, with Asmodeus especially enamored with you and the reserved little way you walked. He expressed that it was lots of fun and gave him plenty of fun ideas for outfits, so he'd definitely be an avid supporter of your doll collection where possible and would love to do that more in the future.

"Y/N! Wasn't that just so much fun?! ♥♥♥ Ooooh, I hope those little dolls enjoyed seeing our beautiful selves put on that show for them! I'll make sure to find more for our audience in the future~ And if anyone gives you hassle over trying to buy more, you call me and only me to your side to deal with them okay? ♥♥♥"

Beelzebub … tries to understand. When it comes to collecting anything, he's never really understood why people keep so many things that couldn't even be eaten or enjoyed beyond looking at them. The first time he stumbled in to your room to see tons of Devildom sports cards all proudly on display however, well... shocked was certainly one word to use. He'd only ever purchased those for any of the snack promos that came with them and gave the cards away after that — to see they ended up in your hands was quite interesting to him.

At least it gives him an idea of how to spend some time with you; he sits down with you in your room and helps you catalogue your cards, then looks up on Akuzon the remaining ones you still need that are tied to any food or drink promos. You both end up going a little overboard with it, but the look on your face when you unwrapped that premium foil Fangol card you've been dying for was worth the lectures from Lucifer about flooding the common rooms out with boxes of snacks again.

"Y/N, if there's a day where I end up getting a card made after me, I'll make sure to get it for you before anyone else. And you'll have my signature on it, too. I don't really get the buzz around it personally since you can't eat them, but I like helping you get them. Your smile is the most precious thing to me, maybe even more than cheeseburgers... so I want to see you smile a lot."

Belphegor doesn't understand at all initially, assuming he even noticed at first. It takes him longer to pick up on what you're doing due to the initial hostility, but once he's clued in, this demon gets really confused. Isn't it a lot of effort to go and get a collection together? And for what purpose? When he takes a visit to your room it only generates more questions than answers upon seeing you hoarding a collection of old maps of the Devildom; they were all outdated and wrong anyways, what was the appeal?

Eventually though as the two of you draw closer he starts to see a value in those maps; some may even show places that were omitted from the new maps, some may contain history of buildings once there then removed off the face of the layer they once occupied, some may even have hidden napping spots. When he gets the idea of wanting to take a trip with you and Beel, the idea of the maps clicks and you find he's suddenly buying up or earning some more for you through favors he accrues.

"When you, Beel, and I take that trip we've been dreaming of... I want you to bring copies of these maps with us, okay? That way we can discover things no one else has seen in hundreds of years, maybe even centuries... Then we can lay under the stars together, far, far away from all the commotion. I think it sounds like a fantastic idea... That way me and Beel can spoil our favourite boy without ever having to worry about our brothers catching wind of it. What do you think, Y/N?"

Thank you again anon for sending this in! I hope these were to your liking! 😊💖

[yuzukahibiscus]

IMPRESSION (MINAMI MAITO)

(Hey this is Hibiscus! This is another post but today is the second Shonichi for Minami Maito’s dinner show “ONE AND ONLY”! She did this dinner show before on April 20-21, and is having her final run today and tomorrow! I’ve pre-translated this 2-page feature from Takarazuka GRAPH March Issue in 2023. Hope everything will be well and successful for Maiti and the performers!

Impression – Discovering deeper into the star’s character in this and that angle!

No. 1 — Readers’ impression of Minami Maito

We conduct a survey for our readers with 10 Yes/No questions. Let’s look at the results together!~

Inviting others instead of being invited (*Active or passive) — YES: 63%; NO: 37%

— “Is this about where I want to go or towards my partner??”

When there are situations that I thought “It must be this!” for choosing where to go or what to eat, I’d say I’m pretty good at considering from the location or the transportation means to go there, but I don’t really think I’m the type to “invite others”. Even when I’m invited by others I’d be happy too! Are there people that would dislike the idea of being invited anyway? (LOL)

I don’t overthink too much! — YES: 59%; NO: 41%

— “It depends~ (LOL)”

Maybe it’s just for a moment, but I probably won’t care later. “I don’t overthink” because it can’t be helped sometimes (LOL). It's not embarrassing to be concerned about something, and it's very important to understand your feelings, but I’d think that I have to move on. In the end for me, no matter what I’ve been told, I’m a type that sticks to my intention.

On rest days, I’m someone that could have fun alone. — YES: 56%; NO: 44%

— “This is quite half-half.” (LOL)

It depends on how long of the rest day period I’ll have. When we’re performing, there’d be things to catch up on even during rest days so I’d basically be alone, if it’s any kind of rest day and we’re not in the current circumstance, I’d want to go out and play with someone. I’d want to share my feelings even if it’s a vacation trip, and I don’t go to vacation trips alone. But when I’m alone I’d have some laid-back days, so I think half-half is the correct answer here (LOL).

Very resilient when it comes to sudden incidents! — YES: 61%; NO: 39%

— “You can’t help it if it suddenly occurs!”

Of course I’ll fret and because I won’t be able to turn back time again, I’ll go straight out in the open and think “what should I do!”, quickly coming up with an adaptation plan. On stage, if something happened between me and my partner, I’d be surprised but I could calmly deal with it. But when I’m shocked, I’d let out a silly “Wa!” and usually just shout that out loud (LOL), so please don’t try to scare me when we’re at somewhere silent (LOL).

The “Very Immersed”! Type — YES: 91%; NO: 9%

— “What did everyone see in me for you all to answer this~!? (LOL)

I don’t have much interests, so I was thinking what you think I may be very immersed into… (LOL) But anything performing arts related is probably the only thing that I won’t ever feel tired of. Ah, Korean dramas are something that I pay attention to. Even if I have to stay up at night I’d still watch the whole episode in a sitting, so perhaps this focused attention [I have for Kdramas] shows a concentrated side in me? But about that, I’m not someone that watches the same show again many times, when I’ve finished the finale then [my attention] ends in a boom (LOL).

When I start imagining things, I can’t stop — YES: 50%; NO: 50%

— “It’s so cool that it’s just half-half!”

If I was an employee from a company, would I have a longer lunch time? Sometimes everyone in Flower Troupe would talk about these hypotheticals. Also when I can’t sleep I would make up a story about rabbits and squirrels (LOL). I’d count sheep when I can't sleep, but I’d think if there are too many sheep, won’t the farm be packed? Or they couldn’t enter if I don’t shave their hair~ I’d think a lot about these and in the end still won’t be able to sleep (LOL). So with that I would say that I imagine things.

Sensitive to even the smallest changes around me — YES: 95%; NO: 5%

— “So many voted for YES!”

Aren’t all otokoyaku in Flower Troupe like that? I do observe changes and say, “Is this a new skirt?” or “Did you change the way you do your makeup?”, but I’d also realise “isn’t she feeling well?” “Did something good happen”. But in order not to make this a trouble, I’d also be conscious of the timing that I tell [these observations] to others.

Sometimes lying is necessary! — YES: 40%; NO: 60%

— “Because I’m foolishly honest~”

For lies, I won’t say them and I don’t want to say them because people’d find out if I do say it. I’d hate it the most if people thought “What you’re saying now is different than what you said before!” So if it’s in inevitable circumstances [to lie] I’d want to be very prepared for that. Even though I won’t say lies to preserve myself, I may probably lie if I were to protect others.

The “Leave it all to me” type — YES: 58%; NO: 42%

— “There’s more YES than I imagined!”

Probably because I have a firm body… (LOL) If that’s the case, then it would be super cool, but unfortunately I’m usually not that type at all I think (LOL). I’m an elder daughter, and I’m also the leader among our Flower Troupe doukis so I’d have to be responsible sometimes, maybe that’s where the image came from.

Won’t be affected by the majority — YES: 85%; NO: 15%

— “That’s true!”

Usually, if there’s a majority supporting this side, I won’t change even if I heard their reasons for it. Even though I’d accept and agree with “This is the reason why they are the majority!” In the end if I really am [in the minority], I’d be okay with it even if there’s something wrong about my reasoning.

No. 2 —— Role creation –Creating the character–

“Messiah -The Legend of Shiroh Amakusa-” Matsudaira Nobutsuna

— This musical is about the rebellion against the ban on Christianity in the early period of Edo era in Bizen Shimabara. Matsudaira Nobutsuna are one of the important roles in the shogunate against the Christinas.

Before receiving my role, I had the opportunity of going to Amakusa for work (*recording Sky Stage programme) that the performance was set in. While I related the feelings of the suppressed Christians at the time, I was able to see such history about them in the information centre. But when I received the role, I turned out to be a role in the shogunate. He holds a stance of evaluating whatever is happening, and he’s also the one to command open fire when the attack [against the Christians] started… I would say that he’s a role that mentally exhausted. He's a historical figure, but for me that time he was too grand of a person and I was very worried since he was so different from me and that I worried too much and I was far from relaxed… Just because I want him to look grand doesn’t mean I can exaggerate the acting. Also, even when it’s about the way I speak, I want to articulate even the last of my words, so as to present this role to be someone capable of giving orders.

— When you’re acting as someone that’s far from yourself, how do you make that work?

I’d imagine as to “why is this person thinking like this?” He works for the Tokugawa family and also someone who feels that he has to protect the shogunate, but at the same time have the feeling of wanting to save the people of Amakusa who were being suppressed. He was someone who could not be relieved form this dilemma but had to call shots painfully. Even though on stage the shogunate is obviously outnumbered, yet when facing Asumi [Rio]-san’s lead and the energy of the people, I’d have to convince myself that I’m leading a majority of soldiers with me and I felt that significance to show that every day. He’s someone that I would want to act again one day.

“Gin-chan’s Love” Kuraoka Ginshiro

— He’s self-centred but also a movie star that you can’t hate – Gin-chan. This is a restage but how did you create this role?

When I’m watching this performancer as an audience, I’d relate to Yasu’s feelings. Like Gin-chan’s not bad? Even if he’s an adult man, how could he go around and about being this selfish. With that as a start, while reading the script and discussing the plot with other cast members, I started to think what kind of Gin-chan exactly am I trying to create here. This performance only shows a brief moment of Gin-chan in his life, so I’d have to imagine how the rest of his life looked like. At first, I want the audience to be able to objectively imagine that there’s a reason for being full-out self-centred, so I wanted to create him as “someone quite cute”, but that’s not the real him, [I hope to act as Gin-chan] that people who didn’t realise his arrogance before could have a natural reaction, words and actions.

— Amidst all things, his colleague “kiddos” still envy and admire Gin-chan. Was there a change to your impression of before and after acting as (Gin-chan)?

About that, I think this is a nostalgic, little love story. Even though he treated his kiddos and also Yasu (Hiryuu Tsukasa) very cruelly, everyone still followed him because he still clearly shows how he loves them. Gin-chan is somewhat quite “pure”, he has faith that people whom he trust believe in him and does not question that. But this is not easy to do, that if I’m not playing him, I don’t think I’ll be able to understand him.

“Jirokichi of the Wind –Night’s Flight Over Edo–” Saburouta

— As an honest young man who doesn’t lie, he’s an innocent role mistaken for committing murder.

Everyone of the cast members have vibrant personalities, and we got to hone these roles to make their personality stand out deeper, and for me the task is to create this colourless, transparent, clarity in this role. How should I play as a good young man who would never kill anyone and present it to the audience and to the other characters. Because he doesn’t have flaws, so a single mistake may not make the impression memorable to someone, that thought was very intimidating to me.

— So how did you dig deeper into creating this role?

I felt relieved that everyone helped me by thinking that this man is not someone who would kill others, so I would try to show a greater smile, I’d do my best to be on time, I would deliver what I’m saying clearly…and I’ll do everything of these actions to make people think I’m a good man. But it’s not just thinking that he’s a good person, even when he was being beaten up and punched, he was someone that had a strong will and thoughts for the one he loves, I can’t miss those parts either.

“CASANOVA” Priest Marino Barbi

— He’s part of the clergy, but he’s made a move on several women and got into jail – Priest Barbi. He’s probably someone difficult to relate to, but how did you feel?

I think he’s a cruel guy, he misused his position as a priest to tempt other women (LOL). For me, even though I’m always aiming for people telling me that I’m “so cool”, the musumeyaku would also scream and leave, and I would be belittled and I thought is this okay!? (LOL). Even now, I’d still say that “I liked this role” yet also think if I could have received a little cooler role!?, this is probably his charm.  The result of being the one who understood him the most [as the actor playing him] is in the end still thinking, “I just comforted the woman a little and yet I was jailed! Even though I did nothing wrong!” (LOL)

— Barbi broke out of jail while cooperating with Giacomo Casanova played by the then-Top Star Asumi Rio-san and the interaction of lines you two had was memorable.

At first, everything was already uttered quickly (LOL). I couldn’t grasp correctly how the scene where he first met Casanova was like in jail, so we rehearsed together many times. on stage, I’d think constantly that I have to do this correct every day, but I’d also make use of whatever new things are happening on the performing day. Being able to learn and act alongside Top [Star]-san is something that I’m very grateful for. Even for Barbi, meeting with master [Casanova] was like transforming my life into rose colour (LOL).

“I LOVE EINSTEIN” Thomas

— This performance shows a world where people could not live without androids, how was this rare imaginative world view to you?

There were some ways in acting that were difficult, and this was Tani (Takaya)-sensei’s debut work, so Sensei worked with us together to discover more about this musical in the classroom. Even the smallest kind of questions were in my consideration. But when I finally realised what Sensei wanted to portray was the “love” in Takarazuka musicals, that felt a closer approach for me.

— When the protagonist Albert who looks like human is also an android himself, that was a shocking development.

Even though this was clearly shown in the last of the first act, when I read the script, I was also very shocked. Thomas was the younger brother of Mileva and the wife of Albert who died in an accident of inventing the android. Then after his sister’s death, [Thomas] was the character who continued to help Albert in creating the android together. In order to know how this all happened, he found two pen caps in a box at his home which were named “Dr Albert” and “Sister”. After that, since Thomas always loved playing with dolls, now he wanted to try speaking for himself. He’s happy when he sees these “two people” in his hands, but he realised that this was something he made up…he’s a sad character. Even though this involves some role play, but I really discovered much from this role and found this profoundly interesting.

No.3 — Minami Maito Choosing The No. 1 of Flower Troupe

Challenger No. 1 — Reaki Mira

She has such skillfull hands! knitted my name on this parker [bomber jacket] with the font from the song “DYNAMITE” of my favourite group BTS. I wondered if she asked for a professional to help her do this! and I’m really happy that she did this so beautifully and challenged this difficult task for me. I can feel her love.

—— REPLY: I’ve been enjoying making these for a long while, and I want to do this well to profess my love for Minami-san by doing this task, so I demonstrated this challenger spirit! I’m so happy that you liked it and felt that way!!

Communication No. 1 — Hozumi Mahiro

Even though this was during the Special Live “Aqau Bella!!”, if it wasn’t for her, I probably would have failed as an MC. Since we’re both quite shy people, it took us quite a while to get along well and talk more to each other, but I respect her for having a great choice in words and the way she speaks is amazing. I think this is agreed by everyone, right?

—— REPLY: We’re truly shy, but I think it’s because I’m able to break through the barrier and share everything to Minami-san (LOL). I’ve always been careful with my choice of words, because I want to express my feelings well with my diction and dialect.

Strong mentality No.1 — Mihane Ai

She’s another person that I respect. Speaking of strong mentality, if there’s something that doesn’t go right, she’s very strict on herself, and is hardworking when engaging in performing arts. She really doesn’t give in on anything. Even if she’s listening to my little advice, her attitude and her perseverance is so very adorable.

—— REPLY: Ah~~~~ I’m so happy~~! I can’t say anything except for thank you… I really thought I was living through the days when I didn’t like how vulnerable I was…I will work hard even more!! Minami-san, I love you!!

Samurai Spirit No.1 — Kaga Ririka

I immediately thought, this would be Ririko-san (Kaga)! Of course she’s like that on stage, that even if she’s already a beautiful person, but inside she’s very manly!  This is an impression that hasn’t changed ever since [Takarazuka] Music School in our Yokasei-Honkasei relationship. I love Ririko-san who doesn’t change and is often directly progressive and moving forward.

—— REPLY: For me who wasn’t so capable, the only thing I could do was continue to push in what I do. I wonder if this is inherently a personality of mine. But I was able to show that side of myself because Maiti (Minami) would always come over and talk to me with a wide and open heart!

Gentle No. 1 — Kureha Maki

Maikotsu has always been this amazing person on stage. I often think that she looks like an English gentleman!? She so tender and she has that god-winning talent of finding the right timing to call to others. I think that she can express her gentle gaze to her partner as well.

—— REPLY: I never thought of myself like that, so receiving such comment just made me laugh out loud, like “It can’t be~” (LOL) But since Minami-san said to me, “now you should continue to show your best stage appearance to the readers  and the audience”, I will continue to work hard!!

(Right to left)

First is a heart ♡

And also a star ✩

M from “MINAMI”. The “kyun” (small heart) pose is also a highlight.

(Right to left)

Holding pen lights with both her hands and swinging them vertically, horizontally and infinitely...

What a fantastic shot!

Concluding this wotagei in the end.