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iwillneverforgiveyousunghanbin · 3 months

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tuesday, zhang hao— string ensemble

⋆˙⟡ zbully1 smut series masterlist! hanbin, jiwoong, hao, matthew, and taerae included. game day (group) chapter here. all 7 endings here. ⋆˙⟡ wc: 2.8k ⋆˙⟡ reader: femme afab (listed first, she/her are used a couple times) // gender neutral (alternate version listed second, no pronouns used at all to describe reader— scroll down) ⋆˙⟡ series summary: five bullies. six days. it's gonna be a hell of a week, babe. stay hydrated. ⋆˙⟡ tuesday summary: happy tuesday, you know what that means: two straight hours of wind ensemble. and it's made even more enjoyable by first chair, zhang hao, chewing you out for every mistake you make. he's been quiet today though. it's making your skin crawl. can you manage to get out unscathed?

⋆˙⟡ warnings: explicit smut. 18+. minors do not interact. please read specific smut warnings under the cut! swearing. angst. dub-con. bullying. stuck up, tattletale hao. this is a doozy. you'll be glad we took it easy monday. smut in gn and fem versions are substantially different due to logistics/circumstance. also i clearly know nothing about playing the violin so just 🤓☝️ pipe down over there, k? ily. actually would love to hear real violinists thoughts on this so hmu. ⋆˙⟡ bully scale: ★★★☆☆ (3.5)

EXPLICIT SMUT 18+ WARNINGS: foreign object and finger insertion (reader receiving), oral (reader receiving), fingering (reader receiving), dub-con: hao doesn't have consent before sexually touching reader but reader is turned on by it, cum play, bullying.

DO NOT PUT ROSIN UP YOUR HOO HA YA DINGUS!! purely for entertainment purposes, this fic exists in a world where there aren't consequences for that okay? DON'T. I REPEAT DON'T. DO THIS IRL. okay thank you, love you.

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you take a deep breath, bouncing nervously on the balls of your feet at the south campus entrance. you’d barely gotten any sleep last night after your encounter with jiwoong, too busy tossing and turning as you pictured the dirty looks you’d be getting all over campus the next day. but as you walk across the main courtyard to the music building this afternoon, you’re surprised and elated to hear no frantic whispers in response to your presence.

had jiwoong really kept what happened yesterday a secret? you find it hard to believe he’d want to protect your reputation and mental well-being. still, the proof was in the pudding and, so far, the pudding seemed entirely unaware of who you are. just how you like it.

on tuesday afternoons, you had string ensemble in place of advanced drama. although it was a relief to have jiwoong out of sight and out of mind, there was another force at play to deal with.

as you enter the orchestra room, you spot that force immediately— already seated and delicately coating the hairs of his bow with the lifetime supply of premium rosin he’d won for first place violinist at the chinese international music competition three years ago. you know this fact because he never lets you forget it.

with your violin case in your hand, you make your way to your seat: second chair, of course. first chair is eternally occupied by your conductor’s most favorite student.

you sit down in your black music chair, smoothing your skirt so that it doesn’t ride up while you play. opening your violin case, you carefully pull out your instrument and begin quietly tuning it as the rest of the string ensemble files in. you place your bow to the strings, playing a note to assess the sound. the note comes out airy and weak and it makes you inherently wince.

“fucking fix that right now,” a familiar voice to your left suddenly demands. “i won’t ask again.”

your left eyebrow peaks in confusion as you mumble, “you didn’t ask a first time.”

he doesn’t even look at you. and though you already intended to fix the problem without his prompting, you place your violin back in its case and start to fish around in the velvet compartments for some rosin. when you come up empty, you start to panic.

“good afternoon, everyone,” professor ahn greets, tapping her conductor’s baton on the frame of her metal music stand. “we have a lot to get to today, so let’s just jump right in.”

shit. you really need rosin.

but there’s no way you can raise your hand and disrupt professor ahn’s flow. she already thinks you’re a second-rate violinist that “hides her lack of talent behind incessant practice”. this was a direct quote you’d received on your evaluation sheet last semester. besides, all professor ahn would probably say was that you should’ve made sure your bow was up to par before you even got to campus.

you couldn’t argue with that. it was the truth. but your little incident with jiwoong had preoccupied you and suddenly every perfectionist task you routinely performed seemed... obsolete. how could you let him get to you like this?

and why did it still feel so good?

professor ahn taps her baton again, signaling for everyone to turn to the first page of your spring concert repertoire. you swallow nervously, opening your sheet music booklet to tippett’s fantasia concertante on a theme of corelli. it’s an extremely difficult piece that an outstanding violinist struggles to play on a good day. and you would be playing it with your bow in a noticeably poor condition.

you stumble through the piece as quietly as possible, cringing when the sound your instrument produces is less than satisfactory. though your ensemble is still learning the song, others’ mistakes aren’t enough to hide the strange performance coming from the second-chair violinist.

“zhang hao-sshi,” professor ahn suddenly calls. the boy to your left looks up at her in attention, causing your heart to sink to your stomach. “who is responsible for that unsatisfactory sound?”

you were foolish to think you could escape what inevitably always happened during string ensemble: the second of your five jerk-off bullies ratting you out in front of the whole orchestra.

there was a reason professor ahn held such distaste for you and your craft and that reason was zhang hao. each and every rehearsal, your professor would ask the first chair to list any mistakes he’d heard from your section and he apparently only ever noticed yours. you’d sit there, cheeks heating up with embarrassment as hao described every error you made in great detail that day— professor ahn taking note and deducting points from your rehearsal grade as she saw fit.

hao had seemingly made it his mission to single handedly make you quit violin in a sea of unbearable shame.

so you’re shocked when all hao replies is, “i apologize, professor ahn. i was too engrossed in playing to notice where the error was coming from.”

what the fuck? why would he lie? it couldn’t be to help you. hao would throw you to the wolves without a second thought if it meant remaining superior to you.

but his gaze returns to his sheet music, pencil floating across the paper as he quietly adds annotations. you’re honestly freaked out. had he hit his head? had the difficulty of the piece actually thrown him that much?

rehearsal ends shortly thereafter and you stay in your chair, silently tending to your violin next to hao. you’re both usually the last to leave, but hao always makes it a point to stay just a few seconds longer than you. just to prove something.

after your instrument is safely back in its case, you stand up and make your way over to the instrument storage closet. you find your cubby, pulling out your key and unlocking your unit so you can leave your violin there for the remainder of your classes this afternoon.

as you place your violin case gently inside and lock your cubby, the unexpected sound of footsteps behind you makes you freeze in place. slowly, you turn around to find hao standing in the doorway of the storage closet.

weird. hao would never undermine his unparalleled musicianship by keeping his violin in a public storage unit. he sets his case down next to him, crossing his arms and leaning on the left side of the door frame.

“i’m waiting,” is all he says, brow raised expectantly.

you look to your left and right, trying to discern what it is hao could be waiting for. you can’t find anything of note. “um... for what?”

“what do you mean, for what?” hao spits, eyes narrowing angrily. “i didn’t tell professor ahn about any of the mistakes you made today. and i don’t know if you noticed, but you made a fuck ton.”

and the shoe drops, you think.

“did you not even notice my act of kindness?” he asks indignantly. “don’t you think i at least deserve a thank you?”

“oh,” you reply, tilting your head in surprise. you swallow the urge to tell him that kindness in demand of a thank you is not exactly kindness and instead, just nod. “yeah. thank you. i guess.”

it must be some weird power play over you. it’s probably best to make a swift exit and not give him the attention he wants, so you turn on your heel and start to walk toward the door to leave. but as you approach the exit, hao reaches across the door frame— your chest colliding directly with his forearm as he blocks you in.

“c-... can i get through? i have to be in calc iii in fifteen minutes,” you ask with a frown.

hao’s arm stays glued to the other side of the door as he continues to stare at you. “i want a better thank you.”

“you—... why?” you question, brow furrowing in confusion. “i already said thank you. and i didn’t even ask you to lie for me in the first place.”

hao blinks at you. “so you’re not grateful?”

“honestly, you’re kind of making me uncomfortable,” you reply, ducking under his arm and walking back out into the orchestra room. “so if my lack of gratitude means you’re going to go back to humiliating me in front of the entire string ensemble every day... i guess i’ll just have to continue living with it.”

you make it halfway out of the rehearsal room when you hear a faint: “wait.”

you turn around to find a slightly panicked hao still standing in the doorframe of the storage closet.

“you need rosin, right? you ran out?” he asks, as if he couldn’t tell exactly what your problem had been from hearing you play today. “i’ll give you some of mine.”

clearly you’ve just hallucinated. you’re so stressed from yesterday’s events that you’ve started hearing things. or maybe you’re still asleep in your bed at home. or maybe you’re dead. because there’s no way hao would ever give you his beloved rosin.

“let me just get it out of my case,” he says, bending down to the ground and opening up his very expensive violin case. you walk over to him slowly, partly because you don’t believe him and partly because you’re starting to worry something is terribly wrong with him.

“hao, are... are you feeling okay?” you ask, stepping back into the storage closet and watching as he pulls out a fresh cake of premium rosin. it’s a box-shape with rounded edges and no plastic holder, the golden-brown hardened sap shining beautifully even in the dim light of the storage closet.

he stands back up, holding the rosin between his fingers delicately. “never better.”

“you’re—... you’re gonna give me your cimc prize rosin?” you ask, incredibly confused. “why would you do that?”

“because you need it. don’t you?” he answers with a shrug.

“but... but—.” you protest, head spinning a million miles a minute trying to make sense of hao’s bizarre and uncharacteristic display of benevolence. “what’s the catch?”

with no discernible inflection, hao repeats, “the catch.”

“i don’t see why you’d give this to me without a price,” you elaborate skeptically. “you don’t like me. you’re actively mean to me actually. it doesn’t make sense that you’d give me something you value without asking for anything in return. i mean, you couldn’t even randomly choose to cover for me during rehearsal without demanding a thank you after.”

hao considers this for a moment and then nods. “well, what if i ask for the same thing then? in exchange for this rosin, i want a thank you.”

“i can’t even begin to figure out what’s gotten into you today,” you respond with a reluctant sigh, “but fine. i guess i can agree to your terms.”

“we have a deal,” hao affirms with a stupid, perfect smirk. he closes the gap between you, holding out the rosin in his palm. when you try to take it from him, he retracts his hand. “i’ll take the thank you first actually.”

“sure,” you agree, rolling your eyes. “thank you.”

he tilts his head to the side, prompting, “what was that?”

“thank you, hao. i really appreciate you giving me your rosin,” you feed flatly, hoping you’ve finally appeased him.

“an improvement,” he says before shaking his head again. “but i’m still not loving the tone coming out of you... i think you could use some rosin.”

“what do you—” you start to ask, but it’s already too late. without any time to spare, the door is shut behind you and a sudden draft hits your heat as your panties are shoved to the side beneath your skirt. the air leaves your lungs as long, thin fingers dip through your folds and squeeze something cold and smooth inside of you.

“there you go,” hao smiles, incredibly satisfied with the stunt he’s just pulled. “i think that might help your tone.”

“y-you... did you...” you stammer as you gawk at the boy in front of you. your cheeks are beet red at the violation of your sex. you’re in such shock that all you can whisper is, “you can’t put that in... there.”

“an instrument should be well cared for,” he challenges, sinking to his knees and running his hands up and down your bare thighs. “gonna make you sound so pretty.”

there’s a flutter in your core that you desperately want to silence. you could not be turned on by this. one of the men you hate most in this world just shoved a foreign object up you without asking. so why is the hungry look in his eyes as he backs you against the wall of storage units exciting you?

hao hooks his fingers around the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your legs. you step out of them without a word. he lifts your right leg over his shoulder, bringing your cunt closer to his face as he holds your hips steady.

he licks a stripe starting just above your opening to your clit as if he wants to taste every inch of you. the sensation makes you gasp and then immediately cover your mouth in shame. were you really enjoying this?

“hm, still an airy sound,” hao observes, eyes locked on your center as his fingers grip into your hips. “definitely needs more rosin.”

he dives back in, lapping at your cunt— tongue flicking your bundle of nerves as your arousal builds. you must’ve fallen into an alternate dimension. fainted. been in a terrible bus accident on your way to campus. but why you’d dream of hao’s head between your thighs in a storage closet is beyond your comprehension.

the more he works you with his mouth, the more hums and sighs escape your lips but all of your worries aren’t eased just yet.

“it’s... it’s gonna melt,” you say softly, starting to feel a bit dizzy. “the r-ros—.”

“rosin starts to crumble from heat at 50 degrees celsius,” hao interjects in between sloppy traces of his tongue. “the average internal temperature of a vagina is 37.5 degrees.”

“but—”

“don’t act like you don’t know how numbers work. aren’t you in calc iii?” hao ridicules, biting gently at your clit. you throw your head back at the sensation as he increases the pressure of his tongue against you. “are you just a fraud in every subject you take?”

“hao,” you beg, his slander just adding to the pleasure you’re feeling as your right hand tangles up in his hair— tugging from the root. “feels so good. so, so good.”

“fuck, that’s beautiful baby,” hao pants, right hand detaching from your hip. he parts your entrance with his fingers, the cake of rosin slipping out into his palm with a crude, wet smack. you both stare at the golden brown block, still perfectly intact but now dripping in your arousal. he drags it down the inside of your thighs, mesmerized by the trail of glistening honey it leaves on your skin. “mm, coated perfectly now.”

he drops the rosin on the floor next to you, replacing the empty space in your pussy with his ring and middle fingers. you gasp at the stretch, clenching involuntarily around him.

“i think you’re ready to play,” hao decides, curling his fingers up inside of you against your front wall and pressing on your clit with his thumb. he watches you intently, mouth open slightly as he drinks in the sight of you writhing in pleasure. “c’mon, baby. let me hear you.”

you do as he says, moaning as the pads of his fingers press into your sweet spot again. with every rhythmic stroke, your sounds grow less inhibited and hao grows more entranced. he’s making the face he usually makes while playing his violin— focused, impassioned, and devastatingly sexy.

was hao enjoying playing you as much as he enjoyed playing his other instrument?

“gon—... gonna make me cum,” you whine after another minute, the look in hao’s eyes turning feral. he immediately returns his mouth to your cunt, sucking at your sensitive bud with a renewed vigor.

as hao brings you closer to the brink of orgasm, your moans only grow louder and sweeter like a crescendo. the harmonic sounds coming out of you are intensified by an increase in the pace of his finger-fucking. it’s all too much for you to handle, your walls spasming around him uncontrollably.

“oh my god, hao—,” you cry, your climax crashing over you like the perfect wave. “c-cumming... i—...”

you can barely hold yourself up, clinging to the shelves on either side of you as hao works you through your high. your breathing returning to normal, he looks up at you as he pulls his fingers out of your pussy— lips pink and glistening with your juices.

he removes your right leg from around his shoulder, eyes locked with yours as he stands up and brushes the dust off his knees.

“th-thank... you,” is what comes out of you as you stare at him, dumbfounded. “thank you.”

“yeah, sure,” hao replies dismissively. after making such a big deal about a thank you, it figures he’d pretend he never cared in the first place. “clean off that rosin and use it next week or i’ll tell professor ahn you stole it from me.”

“oh. okay,” you quietly agree, unable to control the awkward energy that’s now tying your tongue. “um. thanks... again.”

he just shrugs, walking over to the door and picking up his violin case. unlocking the door and pushing it open, he takes a few steps out the door before suddenly stopping in his tracks. he turns over his shoulder to look at you. “i almost forgot to ask...”

you gulp at the sight of the upturned corner of his lip in a smug grin.

“... was it better than jiwoong hyung?”

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gender neutral version below

EXPLICIT SMUT 18+ WARNINGS: hand/oral (reader receiving), throat fucking with fingers (reader receiving), dubcon: hao does not have consent before inserting fingers into reader's mouth, reader is turned on by this, cum play, bullying.

IF YOU WANT TO COVER YOUR ROSIN IN CUM, YOU CAN I'M NOT THE BOSS OF YOU but from everything i've read in research for this fic, it will ruin it so maybe don't. up to you tho, babe. love you.

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on tuesday afternoons, you had string ensemble in place of advanced drama. although it was a relief to have jiwoong out of sight and out of mind, there was another force at play to deal with.

with your violin case in your hand, you make your way to your seat: second chair, of course. first chair is eternally occupied by your conductor’s most favorite student.

you sit down in your black chair, propping your sheet music booklet up onto your music stand. opening your violin case, you carefully pull out your instrument and begin quietly tuning it as the rest of the string ensemble files in. you place your bow to the strings, playing a note to assess the sound. the note comes out airy and weak and it makes you inherently wince.

“fucking fix that right now,” a familiar voice to your left suddenly demands. “i won’t ask again.”

your left eyebrow peaks in confusion as you mumble, “you didn’t ask a first time.”

“good afternoon, everyone,” professor ahn greets, tapping her conductor’s baton on the frame of her metal music stand. “we have a lot to get to today, so let’s just jump right in.”

shit. you really need rosin.

but there’s no way you can raise your hand and disrupt professor ahn’s flow. she already thinks you’re a second-rate violinist that “hides your lack of talent behind incessant practice”. this was a direct quote you’d received on your evaluation sheet last semester. besides, all professor ahn would probably say was that you should’ve made sure your bow was up to par before you even got to campus.

and why did it still feel so good?

you were foolish to think you could escape what inevitably always happens during string ensemble: the second of your five jerk-off bullies ratting you out in front of the whole orchestra.

hao had seemingly made it his mission to single handedly make you quit violin in a sea of unbearable shame.

so you’re shocked when all hao replies is, “i apologize, professor ahn. i was too engrossed in playing to notice where the error was coming from.”

what the fuck? why would he lie? it couldn’t be to help you. hao would throw you to the wolves without a second thought if it meant remaining superior to you.

“i’m waiting,” is all he says, brow raised expectantly.

you look to your left and right, trying to discern what it is hao could be waiting for. you can’t find anything of note. “um... for what?”

and the shoe drops, you think.

“did you not even notice my act of kindness?” he asks indignantly. “don’t you think i at least deserve a thank you?”

it must be some weird, new power play over you. it’s probably best to make a swift exit and not give him the attention he wants, so you turn on your heel and start to walk toward the door to leave. but as you approach the exit, hao reaches across the door frame— your chest colliding directly with his forearm as he blocks you in.

“c-... can i get through? i have to be in calc iii in fifteen minutes,” you ask with a frown.

hao’s arm stays glued to the other side of the door as he continues to stare at you. “i want a better thank you.”

“you—... why?” you question, brow furrowing in confusion. “i already said thank you. and i didn’t even ask you to lie for me in the first place.”

hao blinks at you. “so you’re not grateful?”

you make it halfway out of the rehearsal room when you hear a faint: “wait.”

you turn around to find a slightly panicked hao still standing in the doorframe of the storage closet.

“you need rosin, right? you ran out?” he asks, as if he couldn’t tell exactly what your problem had been from hearing you play today. “i’ll give you some of mine.”

he stands back up, holding the rosin between his fingers delicately. “never better.”

“you’re—... you’re gonna give me your cimc prize rosin?” you ask, incredibly confused. “why would you do that?”

“because you need it. don’t you?” he answers with a shrug.

“but... but—.” you protest, head spinning a million miles a minute trying to make sense of hao’s bizarre and uncharacteristic display of benevolence. “what’s the catch?”

with no discernible inflection, hao repeats, “the catch.”

hao considers this for a moment and then nods. “well, what if i ask for the same thing then? in exchange for this rosin, i want a thank you.”

“i can’t even begin to figure out what’s gotten into you today,” you respond with a reluctant sigh, “but fine. i guess i can agree to your terms.”

“sure,” you agree with a sigh, rolling your eyes. “thank you.”

he tilts his head to the side, prompting, “what was that?”

“thank you, hao. i really appreciate you giving me your rosin,” you feed flatly, hoping you’ve finally appeased him.

“an improvement,” he says before shaking his head again. “but i’m still not loving the tone coming out of you... maybe your bow needs some rosin.”

“you already know it does! what are you even talking—,” you start to ask, but it’s already too late. without any time to spare, the door is shut behind you and two long, thin fingers are pushed inside of your mouth.

“there you go,” hao smiles, incredibly satisfied with the stunt he’s just pulled. “a thorough coat to get that perfect sound.”

he cups your jaw with his free hand as he shoves his fingers further into your mouth. you gag slightly as he approaches the back of your throat, your cheeks turning beet red at the violation of your body.

“an instrument should be well cared for,” hao says as he removes his fingers from your lips, unbuttoning your jeans as he guides you to sit down in a black music chair. “gonna make you sound so pretty.”

there’s a flutter in your core that you desperately want to silence. you could not be turned on by this. one of the men you hate most in this world just shoved his fingers down your throat without asking. so why is the hungry look in his eyes as he sinks down between your legs exciting you?

hao hooks his fingers around the waistband of your jeans, tugging at them until you finally lift your hips up wordlessly. he discards your underwear next, chuckling sardonically at your continued state of silence.

his lubricated fingers ghost over you, leaving a trail of your own saliva up and down your sex. the sensation makes you gasp and then immediately cover your mouth in shame. were you really enjoying this?

“hm, still an airy sound,” hao observes, eyes locked on your center as his free hand grips your thigh— fingers digging into the soft flesh. “definitely needs more rosin.”

hao pulls your hips closer to him, taking you into his mouth— swirling and sucking at your heat with his tongue. you must’ve fallen into another dimension. fainted. been in a terrible bus accident on your way to campus. but why you’d dream of hao’s head between your thighs in a storage closet is beyond your comprehension.

the more he works you with his mouth, the more hums and sighs escape your lips.

“hao,” you beg, pleasure building as your right hand tangles up in his hair— tugging from the root. “feels so good. so, so good.”

“fuck, that’s beautiful baby,” hao pants, right hand detaching from your hip. “maybe you can even learn something from how i’m playing you. everyone would appreciate that, huh?”

the patronizing insult makes you throb, another whimper falling out of you. he watches you intently, mouth open slightly as he drinks in the sight of you writhing in pleasure. “c’mon, baby. let me hear you.”

with every rhythmic stroke, your sounds grow less inhibited and hao grows more entranced. he’s making the face he usually makes while playing his violin— focused, impassioned, and devastatingly sexy.

was hao enjoying playing you as much as he enjoyed playing his other instrument?

“gon—... gonna make me cum,” you whine after another minute, the look in hao’s eyes turning feral. he immediately returns his mouth to you, sucking at your most sensitive part with a renewed vigor.

as hao brings you closer to the brink of orgasm, your moans only grow louder and sweeter like a crescendo. the harmonic sounds coming out of you are intensified by an increase in the pace of hand. it’s all too much for you to handle, your core beginning to spasm.

“oh my god, hao—,” you cry, your climax crashing over you like the perfect wave. “c-cumming... i—...”

hao pulls out the cake of rosin from his back pocket as he works you through your high, bringing it between your legs and covering it in your release. your breathing slowly returning to normal,he runs the sticky rosin down each of your inner thighs.

“it’s... it’s gonna melt,” you say softly, both hypnotized and concerned. “the r-ros—.”

“rosin starts to crumble from heat at 50 degrees celsius,” hao interjects as he coats the rosin in more of your fluids. “your body temperature is 37 degrees.”

“but—.”

“don’t act like you don’t know how numbers work. aren’t you in calc iii?” hao baits, licking up the last remnants of your orgasm for himself. “are you just a fraud in every subject you take?”

his eyes lock with yours as he stands up and brushes the dust off his knees.

“th-thank... you,” is what comes out of you as you stare up at him, dumbfounded. “thank you.”

“oh. okay,” you quietly agree, unable to control the awkward energy that’s now tying your tongue. “um. thanks... again.”

you gulp at the sight of the upturned corner of his lip in a smug grin.

“... was it better than jiwoong hyung?”

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 5 months

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WIBTA if i tell my thesis coordinator, about one of my groupmates lack of comitment?

I want to start saying english is not my first language, and give some over all info. I am writing this on the 28th of November, 2023, a Tuesday. I am a Game Design major.

Ok, so i am doing my thesis work, and for what we thought it was going super well!

We have 5 members in our group, me, the game designer, 2 artist (M and B) and 2 programers (A and P).

As I said I thought things were going fine, we had a dead line for monday, yesterday as I am writing this, and we planned to have everything done by Sunday, with monday being a playtest by 3 people or so.

Both artists had all tasks done by wednesday and friday, and both were helping me with formating the big game design document 194 pages long baby! Wich got done by saturday night. However, I got informed by P that there were some issues with the code for the game, and they were gonna try and fix it by monday afternoon. It comes monday and i try and talk to both programers to get info on the game, and A tells me he can't talk cuse he is to busy and that he needs me to write the conclusion of our thesis paper. I found it weird that he asked me that now, since he said the writing was done on June! I believed that we only had to add some in game screenshots, but I write it the conclusion without any arguments.

Anyway, me and the other 2 artists get in a call to check the prsentation slides, and M says she has something important to talk about. B joins and the truth comes out. M explains that A has been doing another persons thesis coding work, not helping, but doing it entirely! We were super surprised and she asks us to not tell anyone else, and says this has been going on for a while, and she did confront A about it a week back, and he promissed he wasn't gonna work on the other guys project. Turns out he did work on it mutiple times, and even filmed the walktrough of the game for the guy. As I am writing this, A has told her he was working on this today.

Before we continue with this mess, I want to explain how M has found this out. A few months back A did tell her he was helping this other guy out with the code, he is a good programer and this dude is doing the thesis by himself, so she didn't think much of it, but a few weeks back, when she was asking A to implement some assets she had finished, he said he was to busy with Guy's project to do it. At this point she realised how much he was involved, and let me tell you, M knows how to extract information, she now knows A is also being PAID for it, he guy owns 500 bucks to A from what I gathered, besides what has alredy been paid. ANYWAYS let's get back to this mess.

I was so tired I couldn't even really react, and just did what I had to do that day, by this point I gathered we wouldn't be able to do the playtest, and write the thesis conclusion acordingly. Around 10 PM the programers tell me the game still has a few glitches but they have uploaded it to the google drive, and i do a one over and send in the file for avaluation.

I spent today mostly relaxing, reading and watching some videos, but around 7pm i am consumed by the anger and betrayel i couldn't feel yesterday, and I talk to B about what happened

We agreed we had to confront M about the situation, and since me and B were not supposed to know about it, she had to talk to A. She said she alredy did, and told us that A was planing on talking to everyone on the next meeting (tomorrow), however, i argue that P needs to know beforehand, since this situation is horrible and he could lash out if A just dropped this on him, us 3 agree and invite P to the group.

Turns out A has told P about it today, but he was so tired from the past few days, he had no energy to react.

We talked a lot, and we agreed we need to talk to our coordinator about this hole mess, wich is probably gonna happen the following days.

So, WIBTA for airing this mess?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs · 9 months

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Reader who has a baby brother who acts like kotaro from gakuen baby. (Reader lives with the bsd cast, reader always goes out to take care of his brother, but one day Luiz takes him home and he meets the cast)

My baby brother

Self-Aware! BSD Characters x Male! Reader

Description: Your parents are going on a small vacation and asked you to look after your baby brother, [B/N]. Well, time for him to meet your new roommates/friends.

Warning: Fluff. OOC, English is my second language.

BSD cast noticed one thing. Everyday, even during weekends you were going somewhere, spend at least two hours there and then return home.

At first, Cast thought, that your boss make you work overtime, but you assured them, that's not the case. You mentioned, that the reason for your absence was family related.

You didn't elaborate further. You explained, that, right now, yiu are still trying to come with the fact, that your new roommates are very unique people and that you are living with them in this huge house. You promised, that you will tell them more about your family, when you become more comfortable with current situation.

But soon, they not only knew more about your family, but also met one of your relatives.

___________

Monday

___________

Everyone was a little bit nervous. Today, they will meet someone from your family.

Yesterday, you were talking on the phone with someone. After you finished talking, you had an announcement to make. You gathered everyone in the common room.

"Okay, everyone. For the next week, someone special will stay with us. One of my family members have to stay with me. I hope, everyone is okay with it."

An hour ago, you went to fetch your relative. The Gang wanted to make a good first impression.

They heard a jingle of keys. You were back. The Gang gather in the common room, waiting for you.

They heard steps. Yours and someone else's. The steps were really quiet. Then they heard your voice.

"Hello, everyone. Met my baby brother, [B/N].

You walked inside the common room. You were holding hands with a toddler boy. The boy had big eyes and short hair. You picked your brother up and walked closer to your new roommates/friends.

Your brother looked at the gang. [B/N] was quiet, he was looking at your new friends. You whisper.

"Hey, [B/N], remember, I told you about my new friends? That's them. Say 'Hello'".

Your brother stay quiet for a moment, then smiled and nodded.

"Ung!"

Your brother's eyes were shining. He was happy to meet big brother's friends.

At least half of the characters almost had a heart attack because of the cuteness overload.

Fukuzawa, Mori, Hirotsu, Melville, Natsume, Taneda and Fukuchi were planning to steal you two and adopt you.

You continue talking.

"Our parents have gone on vacation for a next week, so [B/N] will stay with us for a week."

Meanwhile, [B/N] was quiet again. You noticed, that he was looking directly at Akutagawa, who was standing close to you. Ryuunosuke looked at [B/N] in return. Suddenly, [B/N] grabbed Akutagawa's sleeve and giggles.

"Hedgehog!"

Akutagawa's eyes widen, Gin and Higuichi try to hold back their laugh, Dazai was shaking because of laughter and Atsushi looked really nervous. You scolded.

"[B/N], don't do that! Don't call people hedgehogs! I am sorry, Ryunosuke."

Akutagawa just huffed. He doesn't look offended. You smiled.

"Okay, I will make something for [B/N] to eat. I'll be back in a minute."

Before you can do away, [B/N] pointed at Chuuya.

"Wesel [Weasel]!"¹

Dazai was howling with laughter.

"I like this kid"

"[B/N], don't call other people weasels! Chuuya, I am sorry!"

Chuuya also huffs and playfully shove you.

"Don't sweat it, [Y/N]."

[B/N] let out a small whine.

"Wesel... hut Big Brother [Weasel hurt Big Brother]?"

You quickly pet your brother's head.

"No, I am fine, [B/N]. Chuuya was just playing with me."

[B/N] looked at you, then nodded.

"Ung."

When you left, The Cast glance at each other, then said in one time.

"Adorable."

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Tuesday

_________

You and [B/N] were 'kidnapped' by Fukuzawa, Mori, Hirotsu, Melville, Natsume, Taneda and Fukuchi.

Natsume used his ability to lure [B/N] in one of the rooms, where the rest of the group were sitting.

When you were looking for [B/N], you also were dragged to the same room.

For the whole day, you two were showered in treats. [B/N] was also showered in toys. And there were photos and videos taken.

The videos of [B/N] saying "Tank you [Thank you]" and "Ung!" and the video of you feeding [B/N] sweets were sent to the group chat.

The videos became their treasures.

If something happens to you two, the BSD cast will destroy the world.

At the end, your 'kidnappers' spend the whole day with you and your brother.

It was fun. You were wondering what would happen tomorrow.

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Wednesday

_________

You were mumbling, while you were searching for your brother.

"Okay, where is my brother now. Don't tell me, Natsume and others kidnapped him again "

When you passed the window, you noticed, that your brother were outside. He was looking at something with Tetchou.

You went outside and approached them.

"Hi, [B/N]. Hello, Tetchou. What you are looking at?"

[B/N] stands up and wiggles towards you. He pointed at the ground.

"Big Brother, ants!"

You smile and pat his head. Tetchou cast a quick glance towards you.

"Want to join us in ant watching?"

[B/N]'s eyes shine and he grabbed your sleep.

"Ung!"

You nodded.

"Okay, I am with you."

You watched ants together for a few more minutes.

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Thursday

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It was dinner time. And you were in trouble.

[B/N] refuse to eat his veggies. Before you eat the treat he made for you. Unfortunately, Tetchou was the one who helped him.

You were looking at three strawberries with shichimi spice on them. Then you looked at [B/N]. He was waiting for you to try strawberries.

Jouno almost growls.

"Tetchou, don't you dare corrupt this sweet child with your taste in food... [Y/N]!"

You ate one of the strawberries. The mix of papers doesn't go well with sweet strawberries. But your brother wants to make you happy. You can take it.

You smile through tears.

"Thank you, [B/N]. It was so good!"

[B/N] smiles.

"Ung! Big Brother is happy!"

You smile and eat another spicy strawberry. Than the last one.

"Thanks, [B/N]. You see, your Big Brother ate everything. You also should eat everything, so you can be as strong and big as your brother."

[B/N] nodded and start eating his veggies.

When he wasn't looking, you drink at least four glasses of water.

Still, for his smile, you were ready to eat more of that strawberries.

At least ten Members of BSD cast want to raise a child with you.

_________

Friday

_________

At the evening, you had a tea party with Rats in the House of the Dead. And with Gogol.

It became a tradition for you, having a Friday tea parties with Fyodor, Goncharov, Pushkin and Gogol.

But today the party will be paused. Because you need to read [B/N] a bedtime story.

"[B/N], have you chosen the book to read? Oh, 'Tsar Nikita and his Forty Daughters'... [B/N], who gave you this book?"

[B/N] point at Pushkin.

"Pushin [Pushkin]"

You glare at Pushkin. This guy was interested in the Real world Pushkin works. So, you won't be surprised, that he told your brother about this book. You hoped, that Pushkin didn't do it on purpose.² You spoke to your brother again.

"[B/N], this book is for adults. Let's choose another one."

At the end, you read him "If you give a mouse a cookie". And, because Fyodor, Gogol, Goncharov and Pushkin were fine listening to your reading, you read for them too at the same time.

When finished, [B/N] was sleeping. You carry him to your room, where he also was sleeping.

When you were back, you heard Fyodor's words.

"You will be a good father, [Y/N]."

You were too embarrassed, to say something in return.

_________

Saturday

_________

You were carrying a bunch of shopping bags. Yosano and Fitzgerald decide to take you and your brother on a shopping trip. Your brother get few onesies, new choose and toys.

You got a new bag and coat. You were glad, that your parents were fine with your roommates' presents.

Your parents knew, that your roommates were kind people who liked you. And who liked giving presents.

You smile sadly. Tomorrow, your parents are returning. Tomorrow [B/N] will go back home.

________

Sunday

_________

Once again, BSD cast were gathered in the common room. It was time for [B/N] to go home.

You were holding your brother.

"Okay, [B/N], say goodbye."

[B/N] nodded and turn towards BSD cast.

"Bye Teto! Bye Chu-chu! Bye Ryu! Bye Yosa! Bye Fitz! Buy Zawa...! [Tetchou, Chuuya, Ryunosuke, Yosano, Fitzgerald, Fukuzawa...]"

It takes [B/N] five minutes to say bye to everyone. And then both of you left the house.

BSD cast will wait for the next time your brother come to visit them. He is so well-behaved and cute.

They will be happy to see him again. And see you taking care of him again.

_________

¹ "Bungou Stray Dogs. Wan!" Chapter 47 "The Land of Fairy Tales". Akutagawa was a hedgehog plushie and Chuuya was a weasle plushie.

² A fairytale for adults by Alexander Pushkin.

#self-awareau #self-awarebsd #bungou stray dogs au #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd x male reader #bsd anime

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filthyjoetini · 1 year

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Love is in the Air(BnB)

a/n: This one was a bitch to write. It took me a while. Sooooorry! The usual thanks goes to my lovely beta-reader as well as my kick ass editor (hehe) @barfightzanddiscolightz ! Also, Wes is back in action!

warnings: none

wordcount: 5.5k

part 1 - Friday night - part 2 - Saturday - part 3 - Sunday - part 5 - Tuesday - part 6 - Wednesday - part 7 - Thursday - Epilogue

Monday

“Hello there, love.”

You let your shades-covered eyes move up and saw Wesley standing in the doorway between the living room and balcony, looking like he had just gotten out of bed. You were sitting on a lawn chair, feet tucked under your bum, sipping your tea while you enjoyed the warm sun. The weather really meant well for you the past couple of days and today should also be warm enough to finally wear proper summer clothes. You were used to London’s sky being covered in clouds, foggy alleyways, and rain-soaked pavement. But not this time; this time you were graced with sunny skies and warm air. You pushed your sunglasses up to your hair and greeted Wesley.

“Good morning…. Or rather noon, Wes.”, you corrected yourself after glancing at your wristwatch, which showed you that the time was 12:18pm., “Did you sleep well?”

He nodded and sat down in the chair next to you, rubbing his eyes.

“Yup.”, he yawned. “Like a log…Do say, what’s on your itinerary for today? Planned anything exciting?” He turned to you with a small smirk on his lips.

You didn’t really have an itinerary for this trip. The only thing you really had planned was the play you wanted to see, which you did last night. Other than that, you would just do things spontaneously.

“Not really.”, you replied honestly, “I thought I’d hit the city to do some light shopping, you know?”

“Yeah, I know. Except you won’t.”

Wesley’s statement made you look at him in confusion. He wasn’t even looking at you, he just picked at his nailbeds and stared across the rooftop of the house next door.

“I won’t?”, you questioned him with one eyebrow raised, “And why is that?”

“Because!”, he turned to you, a big grin on his face, “It’s my day off and you’re coming to the lake with me. Joe will be joining us later in the afternoon and the guys and Becky will also be coming after they’re done with work for the day.”, he explained as he suddenly got up to lean against the balcony’s railing. “I usually go alone and just wait until everyone arrives but you’re here now so you can keep me company. I really hope you packed a swimsuit.”

For some reason, unbeknownst to you, you did in fact pack a bikini. You remembered holding it in your hand whilst packing and almost putting it back. Something within you told you to pack it so you threw it in your suitcase.

“I packed one, yes. I don’t have a towel though.”, you remarked.

“No worries, you can borrow one of my beach towels.”, Wesley replied as he let go of the railing and walked over to you. Stopping next to you, he motioned for you to get up. You slowly untucked your feet, letting them down onto the ground. You placed your hands on the chair’s armrests and pushed yourself up. Your movement made a small clang sound which made both Wesley and you look down to where it came from. It was the wooden beaded bracelet you had put on while exploring the flat yesterday.

Wesley narrowed his eyes at it and then moved his glance to your face.

“Hey…where did you get that?”

“Uhm”, you started, suddenly worried you had done something terribly bad by putting on the bracelet. You swore to yourself you would put it back again, but it had slipped your mind that you were wearing it. “I…I found it on the commode in the hallway. I swear it was never my intention to keep it. I just…forgot about it. Sorry.”, you clarified, a small frown grazing your lips as you slid it off your wrist, holding it out for him to take.

Instead of grabbing it, Wesley suddenly burst out laughing which irritated you to no end. He was such an unpredictable man. One day you’d get sweet and caring Wesley; you experienced that Wesley on the evening you arrived as well as the day you had to move to the living room. The other, you get the jokester who was just waiting to catch you off guard like on Saturday. Today must be yet another jokester day. You really hoped Joe wouldn’t catch Wesley’s mood and team up with him, as he was a bloody menace on his own and you had already blushed enough for a lifetime.

“I’m just taking the piss, love!”

Oh, I figured, you thought while he was still howling with laughter. He finally took the bracelet from you but instead of keeping it, he put it back on your wrist. “Christ, you should’ve seen your face. All worried.”, he giggled and took his hand in yours. “I’m sorry, but I had to…also, keep it. Consider it a token of our friendship.”, he winked and let go of your hand to walk inside the flat again. You were just standing there, looking at the bracelet with a soft smile on your face. Friendship… Wesley considered you a friend.

“ARE YOU COMING?!”

You heard him yell from inside the flat which startled you a bit.

“COMING!”, you shouted back and stepped inside the living room, closing the French doors behind you.

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Huge beach bag slung over your shoulder and the opposite hand holding onto a cool box, Wesley and you exited the supermarket next to the train station. He was carrying two shopping bags filled to the brim with drinks, snacks, and foods to put on the grill in the evening. The group had decided to throw their first barbie of the year at the lake and had appointed Wesley as the designated food-and-drinks-provider. He had a list of everyone’s favourites on his phone and even asked you what you wanted. When you had said you’d eat anything, he got offended and forced you to tell him your preferences. At first your stubborn arse didn’t want to be a burden, but he just kept on bugging you until you caved in.

The beach bag, whose weight was currently pulling you down, was almost bursting from the number of things you had packed. You usually packed lightly, but Wesley insisted on taking basically half of the swimming inventory they owned. Apart from the towels and sunscreen, he demanded you also put in a deck of UNO-cards, a half-tent, snorkelling equipment, flippers, and even sand toys. It was beyond you as to why they even owned sand toys, but all he had said was that you would see, while grinning like a maniac. You assumed there must be a patch of sand at the lake.

Wesley led you into the station’s building where you got your tickets. He had explained that the lake was a little outside of London and taking the train would be the fastest way.

Once you got off the train it was only a five-minute walk until you were able to spot the lake. It was surrounded by a park-like setting with a playground, a children’s pool, barbeques, picnic tables, and changing facilities.

Wesley led you away from the facilities to an area almost at the end of the lake underneath a huge tree. It was the perfect size and even lent some shade so you wouldn’t be completely exposed to the sun. You put down the cool box close to where Wesley had placed the shopping bags. He immediately started to fill it with the ice he had bought and placed everything that needed to be kept cold inside.

You busied yourself with unpacking the beach bag. Once everything was placed around you, you called Wesley over.

“Where do you want all this to go?”

“Uh…. the half-tent can go by the shore, it doesn’t need to be under the tree.”, he explained whilst grabbing the sand toys and bringing them to the cool box, where he crouched down and placed them neatly next to the paper plates, plastic cups, and disposable wooden cutlery. What the hell is he doing with those?, you asked yourself and eyed him suspiciously. “Everything else, we don’t need yet. You can put those back in the bag.”, he instructed and got up again, hands now on his hips while grinning at you.

You took your eyes off him and shook your head, starting to put the snorkelling equipment and UNO-cards back into the bag. Suddenly, a hand shot out next to you and grabbed one of the beach towels that were lying on the grass next to the beach bag. You knew it was Wesley because no one else had been there with you, but he still made you jump a little.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”, he apologised, balancing the folded-up beach towel in one hand. The towel was a well-used The Lion King one from the 90s with thousands of loose threads, seams that were coming apart, and frayed corners. Back in the flat, whilst packing, you had asked him why he still had it and didn’t just throw it out. He explained that it was the first thing he had ever bought with his pocket money and that’s why he kept it. Then he wanted to impose an ancient Princess Belle beach towel on you which he explained belonged to his older sister. You had declined his offer politely with your nose scrunched up while he was laughing his arse off. You ended up opting for a simple one with a pretty shell pattern.

Grinning you accepted his apology. He then smiled at you softly, turned around, and placed his towel on the ground a little further away from you, making himself comfortable.

You decided to place yours next to the beach bag and took off your shirt and shorts and stowed them away in it, leaving you dressed in only your bikini and the sunglasses on your nose. Just as you wanted to lie down on your towel, a shirt was thrown at you followed by the word catch!

“Christ, Wesley!”, you exclaimed in feigning frustration. Picking up the shirt and scrunching it up in your hands, you got into position to throw it back at him when he held his hands up in surrender. Instead of going through with it, you let it drop into the bag and stuck out your tongue at him. He mirrored your childish gesture while laughing wildly before he planted his bum back on his towel. Laughing almost maniacally yourself, you finally lay down on your back to soak up some rays of your own.

---

Joe joined Wesley and you shortly before 3:00 pm. You saw him slowly approaching. He was dressed to the nines in slacks and a dress shirt. He had ditched his suit jacket, which now hung limply from his arm. In his other arm he held his own towel, swimming trunks, and a bottle of sunscreen. As he was passing by you, he looked you up and down over the rim of his sunglasses, clearly checking you out. You acted like you didn’t notice but your squirming body betrayed you. Yesterday’s bathrobe incident and his very obvious arousal because of it was still fresh on your mind, so you tried to cover yourself up a little. Joe though, picked up on your movements and grinned to himself as he made his way over to Wesley, who had his ear-buds in. He bent down to his knees and flicked his best mate’s nose with his fingers and pat him on his shoulder. Wesley, acting like the nose flick had hurt him immensely, flipped him off before he pushed away a giggling Joe who stood up again and made his way back to you.

“Hi.”, he greeted you as he placed his towel right next to you.

“Hi.”, you replied, smiling., “You look like you just came from a photoshoot...”, you continued, sitting up a little whilst pointing at his attire.

“Well.”, he said, “I actually just came from one...and an interview also. May I put my things in here as well?” He held up the beach bag in his hands.

“Ohhh...right. I keep forgetting what your actual job is… sorry. And yes, you may. It’s Wesley’s bag after all.”

He thanked you, stuffed his jacked inside, and placed it back on the ground.

“I’m going to get changed real quick.”, he stated and pointed towards the facilities, “I’ll be back in a second.”

Before you could answer him, he took off and disappeared into the changing room. You lay back down again and studied the tree’s foliage above you for a little bit before you turned your head towards Wesley. Eyes closed, he seemed like he was totally engrossed in his music or whatever media he was consuming. Since you didn’t want to bother him, you turned your head in the other direction and kept your eyes on the door, which Joe had just gone through.

After about three minutes, not that you had counted, he stepped out into the sunlight again. Bare-chested, swimming trunks on, and sunglasses covering his eyes, he strolled over to you.

As you were gawking at him, your almost-collision in front of his bathroom on Saturday morning crept back into your mind, making your face heat up again. As he got closer you couldn’t help but stare at his groin. Luckily, he had a towel around his waist that day, otherwise you would have probably fainted on the spot because he was packing. As much as you wanted to, you couldn’t tear your gaze from him. You fortunately were wearing sunglasses, so your ogling wasn’t that obvious…at least you hoped it wasn’t.

As Joe approached you, he threw his clothes haphazardly on the bag and his bottle of sunscreen on his towel. Then he sat down on it and turned to you.

“My eyes are up here.”, he declared, grinning at you. You slowly peeled your eyes from the lower part of his body and lifted your head up to his face. Motherfucker, how did he even notice?, you thought almost panicky, while the heat that threatened to creep up your neck to your face now did exactly that.

“I could see your eyes from the side of your shades.”, he commented, as if he had been able to read your mind, which made you cover your face with your hands in shame.

He let out a chuckle and you suddenly felt a hand on both of yours as they were peeled away from your face with a soft tug. You looked over and saw Joe’s face dangerously close to yours.

“Don’t be ashamed…we all constantly stare at other people. It’s just what people do.”, he whispered. “And…some stares bother me, and some don’t. Yours sure as hell don’t. So, keep on staring, darling.”

All you could do was nod and let out a choked-up chuckle. Joe let go of your hands and you pushed yourself up once again, almost headbutting Joe in the process. Joe leaned back a little to avoid getting hurt and you gasped out an apology, which made him giggle softly.

“Uhm…you have some sunscreen on your cheek…here, let me.”, you breathed, bringing one of your hands to his face, gently rubbing your thumb over his left cheek. Your tender touch made him close his eyes and lean into it. You both stayed like this for a while, not daring to move.

“Speaking of sunscreen,” Joe suddenly spoke up whilst you still had your hand on his cheek. “Would you mind helping me with my back? I couldn’t reach all parts of it.”

“Sure.”, you replied, slowly taking your hand from his face and sitting up straight. Joe turned around so his back was toward you and handed you the bottle. You squeezed a good amount of it onto your hands and then slathered it across his back. As you were thoroughly spreading the sun protection on his back, you noticed that he had freckles on his shoulders and neck. A little further down were a couple of birthmarks and moles. Mesmerized by his back, you started to massage the white liquid into his skin which elicited a mixture of a groan and a moan from his throat. The sound made you stop your motions momentarily and you felt a small flicker of lust forming in your lower abdomen. Pressing your thighs together you quickly finished your task.

“All done.”, you announced taking your hands off his back and rubbing the leftover cream onto your arms. He thanked you with a grin, turned towards you, and held the sunscreen bottle to you questioningly. You shook your head.

“I’m not due for another round yet. Wesley just helped me a couple of minutes before you joined us.”, you explained.

“Alright.”, he replied, dropping the bottle onto the pile of clothes which sat on top of the bag. Then he lay down onto his towel and slightly turned his body towards your still sitting one. “If you need another round, let me know. I’ll gladly help you.”

---

Breaking through the water’s surface you threw your head back and with it your hair. The water was still very cold, and you kicked your legs to keep warm and afloat. Swimming closer to the shore you heard someone yell at you.

“WHOOO! YES ARIEL!”

It was Wesley, who was still sitting on his towel, clapping enthusiastically at your show. He then said something to Joe you couldn’t hear, got up, and walked down the narrow dirt path where the playground and other amenities were located. You chuckled and shook your head as your feet found the lake’s sandy ground and waded out of the water. Joe who had moved his towel around to always get the most amount of sun, ended up next to Wesley when you had decided to take a quick dip in the lake. Now he was just putting it back down next to yours and made his way towards you.

“It’s freaking cold.”, you warned him when he came to a halt in front of you.

“Is that so?”

“Yes! Look!”, you retorted, teeth clattering. You quickly grabbed his forearms with your cold and wet hands, and he let out a small yelp.

“Fuck, darling. A warning would have been much appreciated.”, he chided faintly with a frown on his face, and you let go of his arms. Then suddenly, his expression changed into a mischievous one and you started to panic.

“What are you doing?”

“Me? Nothing. Why do you ask?”

“Joe…please…what ar ̶ AHHHH”, you screeched as he picked you up by your waist and slung your body over his shoulder with an oof. You slid down his back, head almost hitting the ground below you. Fortunately, he noticed and pulled you up a little before he started running towards the water.

“JOE!”, you shrieked, as his body slowly submerged into the water. “LET GO OF ME! I SWEAR TO GOOOO ̶ “

Before you were able to finish your sentence, he pulled you off his shoulder, wrapped his arms tightly around your waist and took a dive.

When you both re-emerged you were coughing and spluttering, and your hair was covering half of your face. Joe was cackling like a mad man, breathing hard. You had your body wrapped tightly around his with your thighs around his waist and your arms around his shoulders. To keep you up, Joe had placed his arms under your bum, holding onto you.

When your coughing didn’t subside, his laughter stopped, and his face turned serious.

“Are you alright, darling? You’re holding onto me like a spider monkey.”

Still coughing, you shook your head. One of his hands came up to your face to wipe your hair from it. Your eyes were closed when he gingerly rubbed his thumb across your cheeks.

“I’m sorry.”, he apologised cautiously, moving his hand to your neck and shoulders to continue rubbing there.

The pressure on your neck felt nice and you let out a small whimper as you took deep breaths. When your breathing returned to normal, you opened your eyes and saw Joe’s worried chocolate ones.

“It’s OK.”, you whispered, fearing your voice would crack. Then you suddenly grinned at him, pushed yourself off him, and dunked him under water by his shoulders.

Cackling like a maniac you swam away from him to the shore. Joe quickly came up again and shouted, “You cheeky minx!”, and came after you. To your misfortune he was a better and faster swimmer, so he caught up to you rather quickly. Just as you wanted to run through the soggy ground out of the lake, he grabbed you around your waist and swung you back. You shrieked with laughter, begging him to put you down.

Wesley came back just as Joe lifted you up, followed by Rebecca, Dan, Felix, Oliver, and Jack.

“Have they kissed yet?”, Jack asked Wesley to which he shook his head.

“Ugh, I wish they’d had. It’s annoying how they tiptoe around each other.”, Wesley replied, rolling his eyes. Cupping his hands over his mouth he took a deep breath and shouted:

“Hey! Lovebirds! The party’s full! Time for supper!”

Joe and you promptly halted your movements and let go of each other, protesting Wesley’s collective nickname for you.

With Joe hot on your heels, you stomped out of the lake towards your towel to dry yourself off. When you picked up the bag with your belongings, Joe’s clothes fell to the ground.

“Shit. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.”, Joe said and picked them up, putting on his dress shirt without drying off first. You slung the bag over your shoulder and picked up your towel. Then you turned to the others.

“Hey guys! Becky! Nice to see you.”

They greeted you back in unison, each of them had a huge, suspicious smile on their face. You scrunched up your face in confusion and then turned to Joe again.

“Uhm, I’m gonna go get changed. I’ll be back in a few.”

Smiling, he nodded at you, and you walked off.

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You returned to the group about 15 minutes later, freshly showered, dressed in your shorts and a t-shirt, your hair hung loosely and almost fully dry off your shoulders.

When you placed the bag back down on the ground, you saw that everyone was sitting in a circle, the sand toys and the UNO-cards laying in the centre of it. Confused, you joined them and sat down next to Joe. You looked up at him with questioning eyes.

“It’s a drinking game.”, he explained as he picked up his hand of cards, “You basically play UNO and when someone wins, the others have to drink. The person with the most cards in their hands has to drink out of the bucket, the person with the second most out of the castle mould, and so on…Do you also wanna play?”

“Oh, yes, that sounds fun.”, you answered as Oliver handed you your cards.

After a couple of rounds everyone had a good buzz in. Some more, some less. You were on the ‘some less’ side of the group and giggled at the ones who tottered around after what Wesley had decided was the last round. Joe, who was equally as tipsy as you, grabbed you by your arms to pull you up, when Wesley walked over to the both of you.

“Hey, Wi-Fi. Can you come help me with the food, please?”

“Wi-Fi?”, you asked, giggling, turning to Wesley.

“Yeah. Look at his fucking forehead, man. A bloody Wi-Fi signal… it’s not that strong, but it’s there.”, Wesley explained as Joe slapped the back of his head.

“Shut the fuck up, mate.”

“WI-FI!”, you yelled as you burst out laughing, holding onto Joe’s arm with both of your hands, swinging it back and forth.

Following Wesley, Joe pulled you with him since you hadn’t let go of his arm. You insisted you also wanted to help with the food. Eventually you let go of him so he and Wesley could handle the barbie while you, with Becky’s help, were setting the picnic table which was located a bit further away.

“Soooo, tell me. What is going on with you and Joe?”

Becky’s question made you stop in your tracks, pulling the stack of paper plates to your chest.

“Uh, nothing.”

“Ah, stop lying to me. I can sense that there’s something between you two from a mile away.”, she replied smirking, not buying your answer. You blushed lightly at her statement, and she walked over to you and rubbed your shoulder gently.

“Go for it.”, she encouraged you.

“I can’t. I’m going home soon…how are we supposed to make it work?”, you asked, frowning deeply.

“You’ll make it work.”, she explained, rubbing your shoulder once more. “If you don’t make a move, I will force him to.” Her voice changed from encouraging to threatening in an instant and you chuckled and nodded nervously.

“Good.”, she said as she finished placing the last of the wooden cutlery on the table. Without further ado, she walked off to join Dan, Felix, Jack, and Oliver, who were all trying to pile themselves into the half-tent. She yanked them out of it one by one and scolded them, demanding they all go sit at the table. You quickly finished setting the table before any of them could sit down and walked over to Joe and Wesley who were just finishing up at the grill.

“Hey there, love.”, Wesley greeted you as he placed sausages and burger patties on the platter Joe held out to him. “What were you and Becky talking about?”

“Nothing.”, you replied nonchalantly.

“Hmmm…”, he hummed. “Alright…didn’t seem like nothing.”

“It really was nothing. Just girl talk.”, you firmly answered, ending the conversation. Wesley placed down the tongs and held up his hands in defeat, lips in a thin line.

“Alright. Sorry.”, he apologised and walked off towards the table sitting down between Oliver and Jack with Felix on the far end of the bench.

Joe, meat platter still in his hands, still stood next to you, a concerned look on his face.

“You alright, darling?”

You gave him a quick nod and made your way to the table as well. The only two spaces left were next to Dan and Becky, so you sat down next to Becky. Joe followed you quickly and placed the platter in the middle of the table. Before his behind had the chance to touch the bench, the guys were already grabbing various meats off the platter and Becky chided them loudly, even slapping their fingers away. You came to the conclusion that Becky was most certainly the mum of the group and without her, nothing would get done.

Joe’s thigh brushed yours as he finally sat down, and it made you jump a little. Automatically, he placed a hand on your thigh to keep it from bouncing up and down and you instantly stiffened. Becky, who was sitting right next to you noticed the change in your body language and smirked to herself, looking down at your thigh where Joe’s hand was still positioned. You looked at her and she had the audacity to wink at you. Swallowing thickly, you tried to relax, which you eventually did. Joe rubbing his hand slowly up and down your thigh also helped, and you felt yourself zone out a little.

“…Sausage, burger, or chicken skewer?”

“Huh?”, you asked looking to the person who asked you the question. It was Joe who pointed to the platter with one hand, while the other one still unconsciously rubbed your thigh.

“Oh, uh…I’ll take a burger, please.”, you answered softly. He took his hand off your thigh to shovel a burger patty onto your plate and then helped himself to two of them. You pushed up a little and helped yourself to the various sauces and salads that were scattered around the table.

Dinner went by smoothly with lots of laughter, jokes, and more alcoholic beverages. By the time everyone had finished eating, it got quiet around the table and the temperature had dropped significantly. Joe had even put on his suit jacket again. When he noticed you shivering next to him, he took it off and placed it around your shoulders. Perplexed at first, you eventually wrapped it around yourself, soaking up his body warmth and smell.

To set the after-dinner mood, Wesley had put on some low music to be played in the background. Becky put Felix and Jack in charge of cleaning up and throwing away the disposable dishes and cutlery. After much resistance, moaning, and threatened punches, they eventually started cleaning up under Becky’s constant observation.

Joe, lit cigarette dangling from his lips, was immersed in a conversation with Wesley, Dan, and Oliver. You didn’t really understand what they were talking about, so you just sat there, watching everyone silently.

As you sat there, lost in thought, your earlier conversation with Becky came to your mind again. Joe and you had gotten really close over the past couple of days. The touches, the hugs, the soft kiss to your hair, the teasing, the way he held onto you in the lake this afternoon, hell you even kissed him on the cheek last night, that must mean something, right? Well, to you it did. You weren’t sure if he felt the same though. Maybe it was just playful banter for him. But if it was, he wouldn’t act this way, right? As if he were in love.

Frustrated with your thoughts you let out a deep sigh.

Excusing yourself, you got up which made Dan, Oliver, Wesley, and Joe stop their conversation. Wesley noticed the pout on your face and frowned.

You walked towards the lake’s shore where you sat down on the small patch of sand between the grass and the water. Digging your fingers deep into it, you let out a defeated groan as your eyes welled up with tears.

At the table, Wesley stared at Joe and nodded in your direction.

“Mate, go after her!”, he hissed, Dan and Oliver mouthing go, go, go as Joe put out his cigarette and got up, almost jogging after you.

You heard footstep behind you and looked up to see who had followed you. It was Joe. When he saw that you had tears in your eyes, he frowned deeply and sat down next to you.

“Hey. Are you alright?”, he asked, pulling your fingers from the sand, and taking your hands in his. You shook your head slowly, tears now flowing freely down your cheeks and dripping off your chin.

“Whoa, hey. Darling, what’s wrong?”

He tried to pull you into his lap, but you resisted and pushed him back a little, so he let go of your hands.

“I don’t know what to make of you.”, you replied honestly, and confusion set on his face.

“What? What do you mean?”

“I…”, you started, letting out a shuddering breath. “I’m not sure what you want from me, and it’s driving me insane.”, you continued, wiping the tears off your face. “The way you tease me, the touches, the embraces…your eyes. Oh my God. Your eyes. Joe, they hold so many emotions and I just can’t pinpoint them exactly. I’m scared…”, you rambled on, voice barely a whisper.

Joe stared at you, mouth hanging open, unable to answer you.

“I’m scared, because I’m leaving in a couple of days, and I don’t want this to just be a fling. And I’m scared that if we give this a go, distance will tear us apart. I’m scared Joe, so fucking scared, because I’m slowly but surely falling for you.”, you kept explaining in a whisper, still wiping your face. “Hell, I don’t even know if you feel the same. I am really putting my heart on the line here…”

Joe, totally stunned by your confession, scooted closer to you. Then, all of a sudden, he grabbed your tear-stained face in his hands and leaned in close.

“Babe, if I didn’t feel the same, would I do this?”, he asked, pressing his lips to yours. You immediately kissed him back and slung your arms around his shoulders and he finally pulled you into his lap. As your kiss grew more passionate, he let his tongue swipe across your bottom lip, and you slowly opened your mouth to let him deepen it. You kept on kissing until you ran out of breath and both your lips were bruised and swollen.

He reluctantly pulled back and grinned against your lips, wiping away the last of your tears with his thumbs.

“You’re such an idiot for ever thinking I wouldn’t feel the same.”, he whispered against your lips, pecking them softly. “A total and utter idiot.”, peck. “The biggest idiot of all idiots.”, peck.

“I got it, I’m an idiot.”, you giggled against his lips between pecks.

“FUCKING FINALLY!”

Wesley was shouting, pumping his fist into the air whilst the others where whooping and hollering behind him.

Joe lifted his hand and flipped them the bird before he leaned in to capture your lips with his once more.

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Taglist:

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the ones who are crossed out are the ones I can’t tag, soz

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bomberqueen17 · 4 months

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the home stretch

Went over to the house yesterday morning and Jim was there sawing a hole in the exterior wall.

Not alarming at all once I remembered part of this remodel that i'm really excited about is that we're getting an actual exhaust hood for over the stove. Not one of those ones that goes through a microwave either, a real exhaust hood that goes to the outdoors. (The real ones are mounted 30" above the stove top. Microwave ones have to be lower so you can reach the microwave. i can't stand cooking in such a constrained space like that. No thank you. Keep my microwave separate!)

He had sawed out a big chunk of drywall on the interior too, and replaced it with plywood, which is much sturdier to screw mounting hardware into. At my request, he'd extended the plywood down a couple more inches (it'll be covered by the tile backsplash so it won't even show!) so I can screw a couple of heavy-duty mounting hooks in there and have a place I can hang both my cast-iron skillets when they're not in use. I don't like leaving them on the stove (my mother's approach) or stacking them on a shelf (dude's approach) because one is untidy and the other requires me to lift every piece of cast iron i own at once to access any of them. (I also have a square griddle and a Dutch oven and also a tiny skillet which Dude uses all the time when I'm not around and neither of us uses at all when I am around, because it is very much a Cooking For One mini skillet LOL.)

He paused to show me the deer hunting hut he'd meticulously constructed for himself while he was on Christmas break and then artistically had painted camoflage. ("My friends were like omg how long did that take you? I dunno, I wasn't counting, I had a blast. Had a beer in one hand, spray paint can in the other, I just let it take as long as it took. It's like arts and crafts! Who's keeping track of the time?") It did look great. As he was swiping his finger accidentally slid onto the later bits of the camera roll and it showed me the deer he'd gotten on the last day of hunting season. "Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you look at that," he said, and then looked at me and laughed, remembering I had told him I work in a slaughterhouse. "Right, you don't mind that kind of thing, but still." It was a nice big doe, cleanly felled, nothing to object to there.

I went and called the appliance company, who'd said they'd deliver my dishwasher and vent hood on new year's eve probably. They seemed confused that I'd called, and then were confused when they discovered that indeed both my items were in stock and should have been delivered. I said I figured the holiday had confused things (genuinely, probably the vent hood had come in on NYE like the salesman had thought it might, but I bet somebody had the day off and they weren't on the ball about calling people) so I just wanted to call and find out if anything needed sorting. They told me they'll call me today to tell me the two-hour delivery window. So I'm getting my dishwasher today! Pumped. It's gonna go into the living room to start with but like, y'know, that's fine.

The counters are going in on Thursday. Hopefully, Jim said, the counter people could do it in the morning, because then he could start on the tile that afternoon.

Ah they've just called, my delivery window for the appliances is 11-1. OK cool.

The plumber can't come until Monday. But then once he's been there I'll have my stove and sink and dishwasher. And, Jim says, that means the final, last little button-up details will be done on Tuesday.

"And then," he said, amused, "I can go back to the regular schedule, because the people who refused to have their houses torn up over the holidays will be clamoring to get the work done now. It's good you didn't mind." Which is precisely why we thought we'd gotten bumped up by two months, but it's funny to hear him so directly confirm it.

"I'm the luckiest person in the world," I said, "with my mother-in-law's house vacant walking distance away for this whole time, so it's been genuinely no trouble at all." And I am. She's coming back on Tuesday, so I figure we'll move back into our house over the weekend, and I'll deep-clean her house and (sighhh) put all the beautiful sewing equipment back where I found it. I won't really miss her fancy modern sewing machine (which she just got and is third-hand and I don't think she knows how to use either) but her old workhorse straight-stitch machine is a beautiful, unfussy beast I've really enjoyed spending time with.

OK i gotta get off my ass and go get the grocery shopping done so I can go sit in my house for the delivery window. I saved plenty of things to do, don't worry. I'm starting to put stuff into the cupboards, made Dude come sit with me over the weekend and give his opinion-- he's been busy at work and has had no attention span but I refuse to take his "idk just put stuff wherever" at face value, he spends more time in this house than me and i will NOT have him after the fact annoyed with how I chose to organize things. So he did give opinions, finally. And I need a few more lazy susans and storage baskets and half-shelf-rack kinda thingies here and there but I'm getting there.

#kitchen remodel #kitchen renovation #homeownership

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smblmn · 11 months

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Good Vibes Tuesday

I was tagged by the lovely @lizzie-bennetdarcy on this a couple weeks ago but I didn't answer it because timezones suck and I'm always late for everything, but, as @mostlyinthemorning said:

I'm in the mood for some positivity this morning, so let's share something that makes you happy about fandom*. It can be anything you like-a person or blog you appreciate, a post that made you laugh, a fic you liked, anything that puts good vibes into the world.

*fandom can be whatever you want it to be

Yesterday I was tagged by @trickiwooao3, @flowertrigger and @noahreids in a post called Mournful Monday. And I've also seen in my dash that same post by @chelle-68, @ramonaflow, @jamilas-pen, @smallumbrella369, @lizzie-bennetdarcy, @rosedavid, @stereopticons, @dinnfameron, @blackandwhiteandrose, @rmd-writes, @jesuisici33, @apothecarose, @hippolotamus, @mammameesh, @mostlyinthemorning and @carolrain (sorry if I missed your name, I've been scrolling through my dash for a long time, but if you're a writer, even if I haven't tagged you, this post is for you. And also, @obsessedwithdavrick tagged me for another game, but this includes you, too)

So my Good Vibes Tuesday go to all the writers mentioned above, and the ones I missed (sorry again) because the general vibe I got from all your posts was that you were all suffering from imposter syndrome, writer's block, burnout, lack of inspiration, lack of free time, lack of motivation, etc, etc.

You are all very talented and what you do for this fandom (and others) matters, and I assure you, you are all very appreciated.

All of that sucks, I've gone through it many, many times and I've thought I'd never write again, but you'll get back to it, I promise. And you're not wasting your time if you want to be writing but can't right now, you're just a person being way too hard on yourself.

Please give yourselves a break, you deserve it and thanks for all you've done and continue to do for this fandom 💖😘

Tagging everyone who wants to spread some positivity today

#good vibes tuesday #this is giving me anxiety because I know I'm missing some people in those tags #but seriously #I'm speaking about every writer in the SC fandom #even if I haven't mentioned you above #and I've only tagged the ones I saw making the mournful monday post #so if you're not tagged here #don't take it personally #pretty please

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darubyprincx · 2 months

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Two Idiots, One Body | Start • Previous • Ao3 Link • Next (Coming Soon!)

Iskall woke up with a yawn and a tired grumble into the blankets still tucked up to his chin, eyes still shut as she rubbed them into functioning. Today there was important work to be done- the gathering of enchanted books, the formation of farms, and, most importantly, the annoying of Beef, assuming he was online at all.

Opening his sleepy eyes to get them acclimated to the early morning light, Iskall shut them temporarily a moment more before suddenly sitting upright and looking around wildly.

"This is Beef's house," she said out loud, getting out of bed as quickly as his legs would allow without collapsing under her torso. "This- what? Dude. What?"

Confused as fuck, Iskall wandered around Beef's house, absently taking note of how nice it was. The kitchen was well-planned and well-cleaned, there was a little hallway up to the stairs, and the living room was tastefully decorated and thoughtfully arranged, if not exactly to Iskall's taste.

The main question here, obviously, was how the fuck he'd gotten here, because unless she'd gotten blackout drunk or something, Iskall definitely had not gone anywhere near Beef's house yesterday except for to sneakily replace a block or two in the floor. Which was concerning.

Come to think of it, thought Iskall now, making the split second decision to borrow one of Beef's glasses and a little of his milk to sip as he took a seat at the dining table, she didn't remember anything of yesterday. Or at least he was pretty sure it was yesterday. Yeah, the server had started yesterday on Monday. Today was Tuesday, right?

He pulled out his phone to check the date. It was Wednesday.

Well, shit.

Several people had also messaged her to let him know that Beef had been online yesterday and she had completely missed it.

Well, shit!

<Iskall85> stress <Iskall85> did i get really stupidly drunk yesterday and do something that i'm going to regret once i remember what it is <Stressmonster101> idk did u? <Iskall85> IM BEING SERIOUS <Mumbo> Mate you weren't even online yesterday <Mumbo> are you ok <Iskall85> i think i might need to see a doctor for memory issues <Docm77> what kind of doctor lol <Iskall85> NOT YOU <PearlescentMoon> wow

With a sigh, Iskall stood up and walked out of the door. There was only one person he could think of who could help her solve this mystery.

"Nope," said Xisuma, eyes unreadable behind his helmet as he scrolled back through several days' worth of server logs. "No teleportation commands have been used on either you or Beef since you joined. I have no idea how you ended up in his house."

"Well, that's just great," sighed Iskall, one hand placed on his hip in habitual annoyance. "I can't even ask him what's going on because he's not online right now!"

"Hm," said X, tone indicating that his mind was drifting elsewhere at the moment. "You said you'd only visited once?"

"Yes, yesterday," said Iskall. "To fix his house. The whole thing is really weird, man. I woke up in his bed."

X glanced over at her, and Iskall realized too late that he might have said too much. "You woke up in his bed without realizing how you got there," he said, deadpan.

Iskall had to fight to maintain eye contact. "Yes," she said. "I swear it's not what it looks like. Come on," he added, finally breaking composure and snickering into one hand, "we hate each other, dude."

Xisuma sighed. "I'm not calling you a liar, Iskall," he said. "I'm just trying to figure out what's going on here. Whatever you two have going on is," he waved one gloved hand vaguely in the air beside him, "none of my business."

Iskall groaned in sudden realization. "Wait. Oh no. Now everybody's going to think we're together! X. I-sooma. You need to do me a favor."

"I need to do you a favor?" asked Xisuma, raising one eyebrow.

"Yes," said Iskall, leaning forwards desperately. "If anyone, ANYONE asks about me and Beef, please tell them that we have nothing to do with each other. We are not together. We haven't even been online at the same time. Please. Grian would never shut up about it."

X blinked twice, assuming the exact air of a lizard who had just walked outside into the middle of a hurricane expecting its natural habitat of the desert. "Ok."

Iskall clapped her hands and rubbed them together, standing up. "Okay. Great. Thanks a million, man. I need to get home before my cookies burn. Bye!"

"Good luck," X called after him as she ran out of the door, sighing as it closed behind him with a slam. Sometimes he really wondered how he ended up in this situation.

"Would've been nice to be an admin for a normal Minecraft server, you know," he grumbled to nobody in particular as he leaned back in his chair and took a second glazed look at the admin console that was still pulled up in front of him. "If those even exist."

Iskall hummed to herself as he hammered a sign directly into Beef's nice shiny hardwood floors, the surface of it still shining with fresh black paint. She figured that if he was going to not even bother to be on at the same time as him, she may as well leave a message while he was at it.

Noticing a typo, Iskall quickly painted over it in red paint, then stepped back to admire his work. Hallo Beef, the sign read. Where are you? We keep logging on at different times. We should coordinate something. Your loving neighbour, Iskall.

With a stretch and a yawn, she walked out of the house, not bothering to shut the door behind him. Beef would be online to shut it tomorrow, if present trends persisted. Besides, her head was starting to go all foggy. Iskall figured it was time for a quick afternoon nap. He just hoped she didn't miss anything.

#ray's tag #mcyt #hermitcraft #keys' writing #two idiots one body

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salembutnotthecat · 4 months

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Okay, what about Novak taking care of his daughter who is sick, and maybe he's been fighting off the same illness but pretending he's not sick because she needs him, and when he takes her to the pediatrician, the doc checks her out and then is like "not so fast dad, we'd better take a look at you too."

-wussifer

for @wussifer

tw emeto, illness fever

content warning: fic begins with child illness, but is majority adult illness

Novak is still awake at 2 in the morning.

When he got the call, mid practice, that he needed to pick Elya up from school because she had a fever and was complaining about her stomach bothering her, he already knew the days that followed would be hard on him.

That was Monday. It was now Wednesday and though Elya had stopped throwing up, she still had a fever.

Willow had come over Tuesday morning, told Novak what to do. Despite being a father, he was absolutely clueless.

“I’d keep an eye on her,” Willow said, “If she still seems to have some symptoms tomorrow, take her in to the pediatrician.”

Novak listened. He was thankful to have a friend who was a medical student, because the last thing he wanted was to take Elya to the doctor and expose her to more sickness.

But, as it’s two in the morning and Elya is really warm as she sleeps against him, he figures he has to take her in.

He grabbed his phone off the nightstand. Marina was still sleeping, plus he couldn’t exactly get up even if he wanted to, so he sent her a text. Telling her that he would take Elya.

He set his phone down and leaned back against the headboard, carefully brushing Elya’s hair off her face.

It was moments like this that he realized how worth it everything was.

Playing when he did, doing what he did, and having her. It was worth it.

Even sick like she was, Elya still sought him out, she was so content with him and that alone made Novak feel like the long hours on the field and the degree he got and even moving back with his mom just to give Elya a better life, it was all so worth it.

For a moment, he forgot everything. Forgot she was sick, forgot the he had his own headache since yesterday afternoon. Surely, in his case, feeling so worn down was attributed to caring for Elya.

Novak dozed off at some point, waking up to Elya’s little coughs. He was quick to be awake, quick to help her sit up and pat her back, whether she was about to throw up or just coughing wasn’t even a thought, he just wanted to comfort her.

The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room. Novak, now fully awake, cradled Elya against his chest. Her small frame nestled against him, warmth emanating from her fevered body.

The exhaustion lingered in Novak's eyes, a testament to the sleepless night spent tending to Elya. He reached for his phone to check the time, realizing that he had been in and out of consciousness, caught in the cycle of comforting Elya and drifting into a fitful sleep.

Elya stirred, her eyes fluttering open. Novak offered a gentle smile, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

“Morning, sweetheart," he whispered, “We’re going to see one of Auntie Willow’s friends… okay? He’s going to help you frel better.

He carefully lifted Elya off the bed, guiding her to the bathroom. The morning routine was slow, much slower than usual. And far more quiet.

Elya wasn’t talking. She wasn’t going on and on about what she wanted to learn today, or what she would do during recess. Instead, she’s quiet as Novak brushes her hair and gets her a change of clothes. He fills a bottle with water, all the while ignoring how every movement he made was exhausting him.

“When you get back,” Marina said, “I can watch Elya so you can go to practice…”

“You don’t have to mamón,” Novak said, “I’m sure Coach will understand.”

“Maybe, but maybe you could also use the break from the dad duties,” Marina said, “You take care of her all alone you’ll exhaust yourself and get sick too.”

“Would that be okay with you, princess?” Novak asked, “Spend the day with grandma?”

“We can color if you feel like it,” Marina said, “Or watch a movie with all the princesses you like.”

Elya nodded, and Novak was relieved to see her smile. Maybe she was improving. But he would still take her.

The morning air outside held a crispness that hinted at the approaching change of seasons. Novak bundled Elya in a blanket, his concern evident in every step he took.

As Novak guided Elya through the quiet morning, the air outside carried the promise of autumn. Leaves rustled with the gentle breeze, a reminder that life continued its cycle despite the challenges they faced.

The drive to the pediatrician’s office was filled with quiet, punctuated only by the occasional cough from Elya. Novak stole glances at her, noting the fatigue etched on her young face.

“Willow said you would be coming by,” Milan, or currently Dr. Kovalev-Wang, said, coming out not long after Novak filled out the paperwork needed for Elya’s appointment.

Milan welcomed them into the examination room. Novak held Elya's hand, his fingers gently intertwining with hers. The routine checks proceeded, and Novak observed with a mix of hope and concern.

After the examination, Milan shared his findings, assuring Novak that Elya's condition was improving. Relief flooded Novak, but his attention quickly shifted to the doctor's next words.

"Not so fast, Dad," Milan said, his eyes meeting Novak's. "Willow said I better take a look at you too."

Novak chuckled nervously, momentarily forgetting the persistent headache that had lingered since yesterday.

As the examination continued, Novak listened to Milan's recommendations. The doctor encouraged him to rest and prioritize his own well-being. Novak nodded in understanding.

Back at home, Marina was waiting, ready to offer support. She suggested Novak take a break, allowing her to care for Elya so he could attend football practice.

Novak looked down at Elya, who had nestled into her grandmother's embrace, a faint smile playing on her lips. The prospect of spending the day with grandma, watching movies and coloring, seemed to lift her spirits. Novak couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the support system that surrounded him and Elya.

"Alright, princess," Novak said, his voice gentle. "Daddy's going to practice for a bit, and then we'll spend the evening together, okay? I’ll stop and get that soup you really like too!”

Elya nodded, her eyes brightening with a spark of enthusiasm.

The football field buzzed with activity, the rhythmic thud of cleats against the turf echoing through the crisp autumn air.

Novak, caught up in the intensity of practice, pushed himself harder. The realization that he might be coming down with Elya's sickness was a distant concern, overshadowed by the drive to perform on the field. Practice or not, Novak still wanted to do well.

During the passing drills, a sudden wave of nausea hit Novak like a freight train. It wasn't a subtle discomfort; it was an urgent demand from his body. The world spun, and in that split second, Novak's focus shifted from the practice to an impending need to find relief.

"Hold up, guys," he muttered to his teammates, unstrapping his helmet with a sense of urgency. His athletic prowess, usually a source of pride, now became a means to navigate the situation.

Novak stumbled toward the sidelines, the sudden weakness in his legs betraying the strong athlete he typically was. Now he felt like a fawn, just born, not used to moving around.

Henry, noticing Novak's uncharacteristic pause, jogged over.

“You good, man?" he asked, concern etching his features.

Novak managed a weak nod, a bead of sweat forming on his forehead. "Just need a sec," he mumbled, his throat tight.

The world seemed to tilt, and he knelt by the sideline, bracing himself for what was inevitable.

“Novak..?” Henry questioned, hesitantly reaching forward.

Novak moved away. Touch was the last thing he wanted, by anyone. He always was like that. Touch was too much.

“What’s happening man?” Jayden asked, coming over.

“I need to throw up.” Novak said pointedly.

“You wha-“

Novak held his hand up, stopping the words as they left Henry’s mouth. In a matter of moments, the nausea escalated.

Novak's stomach revolted, and he retched violently. Jayden and Henry exchanged worried glances.

Novak felt his shoulders lurch as he heaved again. And again. And a fourth, final one.

Jayden handed Novak a water bottle.

"You're not looking so hot, Novak. Maybe you should sit this one out," he suggested, his voice a mix of concern and practicality.

But Novak, stubborn and determined, shook his head. "I'm fine. Just a momentary glitch," he insisted, though the beads of sweat on his forehead and the pallor of his complexion betrayed his words.

“Wasn’t your daughter sick?” Henry asked.

“I’m good,” Novak said, forcing himself to stand again and wipe his mouth on the back of his hand.

The next drill commenced, but Novak's movements lacked their usual precision. Every sprint, every pivot, felt like an insurmountable effort.

The weight of exhaustion settled into his bones, and he fought against the dizziness that threatened to overpower him. The nausea came back biting.

As practice continued, Novak's condition deteriorated. His head pounded, the raw ache intensifying with every movement.

Henry, now more insistent, placed a hand on Novak's shoulder. "Seriously, man, take a break. You're not helping anyone like this."

Novak, reluctantly conceding to the reality of his physical state, nodded.

"Alright, maybe I'll sit a few plays out," he conceded.

“No,” Henry said, “Go home.”

Henry's insistence cut through Novak's determination. He looked up, meeting Henry's concerned gaze.

"Go home," Henry repeated, his tone firm. "You're not doing yourself or the team any favors pushing through like this. We've got it covered here. It’s just practice anyway.”

Novak hesitated, caught between the loyalty to his team and the growing realization that pushing through the illness was no longer a viable option.

Jayden, joining the conversation, chimed in, "Seriously, Novak. You don't look good. You need to rest and recover."

Reluctantly, Novak nodded, surrendering to the collective concern of his friends. The nausea surged again, a relentless reminder that his body was protesting against the strain he had put it through.

With a heavy sigh, he started unclipping his pads, the weight of his exhaustion palpable.

Henry clapped him on the back, offering a supportive smile. "Get some rest, man. We'll cover for you here."

The journey home felt longer than usual, every stride a reminder of the toll the illness had taken on him. Naturally, much to his dismay.

Marina turned as the door opened. She was on the couch, Elya was asleep.

“It’s early for you… isn’t it?” Marina questioned.

Novak went to speak, but his throat felt tight. His stomach felt ready to revolt once again.

He dropped his bag at the door, holding up a hand again, practically running back toward his bedroom.

He heard Marina’s footsteps behind him.

“Novak why aren’t you-“

“I need to throw up, again.” It’s the only thing he can make himself say.

Marina's worry deepened, lines of concern etching her features. She followed Novak down the hallway, her motherly instincts on high alert.

As Novak reached his bedroom, he moved with a sense of urgency to his bathroom. The door closed behind him, shutting off the world outside.

Marina stood outside. Novak was glad she was on the other side of the door. It was bad enough having someone in the room with him while he puked. Let alone Marina, who despite her knowledge that touch made his skin crawl worse when he was getting suck, would still try to rub his back or something. That was just who she was.

Novak heaved, hard, into the toilet. He could feel every gag and retch pull from the depth of his stomach. It was painful.

Novak’s whole body was shaking something awful when he could finally stand up again, a sheen of sweat on his forehead.

He flushed the toilet, rinsed his mouth. His stomach was killing him and everything just felt so overwhelmingly bad.

The exhaustion etched across his face spoke volumes. Marina, though anxious, maintained a respectful distance, knowing well that physical affection in such moments tended to worsen Novak's discomfort.

"Maybe you should sit down," Marina suggested, her voice a gentle murmur.

Novak nodded, sinking onto the edge of his bed. The room swayed around him, the relentless dizziness refusing to stop.

Marina stood nearby, her eyes conveying a mixture of concern and helplessness.

"Do you need anything?" she asked, the maternal worry evident in her tone.

“No… please no,” Novak said, resting his head in his hands with a moan of discomfort. He felt his own fever starting.

“Okay,” Marina said, “Just breathe, Novak. Try to rest a little. I’ll take care of Elya, and we’ll come check on you later. Okay?”

Novak made himself not, completely unenthused by the realization it was now his turn to be knocked down by the flu. Or whatever this was.

#emeto #emeto fic #emeto cw #emeto tw #sickfic #fever cw #fever tw

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kumoriyami-xiuzhen · 8 months

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Hakuoki Shinkai Tenun no Shou Stellaworth Booklet "Her Long Day" Part 1

Sorry this is late... but I was pretty busy yesterday, and I likely will have to push next week's translation to the following Monday or Tuesday as I'll be travelling soon and won't have access to my laptop for a period of time... alternatively, I'll just translate more next Thursday because this story has 12 sections, one for each of the routes.

Though I'm having eye problems again so maybe not... 😢

Hakuoki Shinkai Tenun no Shou Stellaworth Booklet "Her Long Day" Part 1

translation by KumoriYami

Note up top... so before all the "x character moment" text, there's a term... which I'm not entirely sure what to do with. I'm pretty sure there are Japanese equivalents of what the hour ranges are referred to, but I've left them as they are in Chinese since I'm not sparing time to fix things right now but the range of time themselves are then specified in the "《X~Y o'clock》" part that follows after. I have no idea if it's like that in the booklet, but as it was in the tl I translated, I decided to keep it as is.

Maoshi · Souma Moment 《5~7 o'clock》

Everyday, I always begin with hearing birdsongs.

"......Nn.....Nnn......"

The singing voices of the sparrows that rested in the backyard served in place as an alarm clock and reverberated into my eyes.

I wanted to sleep a bit more, I tried to say so as my eyelids fluttered...

The hazy morning light came in through the sliding door and caressed my cheeks.

"......Is it.... morning..... already.......?"

To be honest, I didn't sleep last well last night, but it was my turn to cook breakfast today….

As someone in the care of the Shinsengumi, I can't procrastinate.

"Alright, i need to go wash my face...!"

I got up, and straightened myself up.

After getting dressed, I went into the corridor and the cool morning air enveloped my body.

Everyone was still sleeping, so I need to be careful to not wake them up.

As I thought that while walking toward the well, I was startled by a sound coming from the courtyard.

"——Hei! Ha! Huah!"

"....Huh, Souma-kun?"

His sword carved an arc of light and shadow, repeatedly tearing through the early morning air.

I was drawn to the by the unembellished shining blade without any confusion [???], and stared intently at Souma-kun, who after noticing my presence, stopped training.

"Ah, Yukimura-senpai. Good morning."

"Nn, good morning… You've started training this early?"

"Yes. I wanted to move my body before everyone gets up."

"Even so, you woke up early, right…"

It was almost an hour before everyone else would wake up.

Originally, pages slept later than others due to being busy with chores. Could Souma-kun still rest properly after waking up so early...?

Souma-kun didn't seem to see my concerns, and clenched his fists energetically as he spoke.

"My swordsmanship can't be compared to other people's, so even if it's only for a short while, I don't want to lose out on an opportunity to practise."

"That's why you're already practising...?"

"Yes! One day, I'm going to catch up with everyone…!"

"......How dazzling......"

I unconsciously said that.

Regardless of what happens to us two in the Shinsengumi, he will surely be able to show that dazzling smile I admire while at my side..

"And if I wake up early, I can see Senpai. That's also one of the reasons."

"See me?….You can see me at any time…."

"But, if the first person I see of the day is Senpai, there will be special sense of accomplishment."

"......."

"What is it, Senpai?"

"No, it's nothing. I just think I should be working harder!"

"??"

Souma-kun occasionally things that make people feel embarrassed like this.

For the sake of preventing others from noticing the embarassmened expression on my face this morning, I decided to quickly wash my face.

Chenshi·Toudou Moment《7~9 o'clock》

I washed my face by the well, did up my hair into a bun, and freshened up again.

I renewed my spirit and left for the kitchen which was located at the corner of headquarters.

Ultimately, the Shinsengumi is a large organization, and the number of executives and soldiers alone is quite a lot.

That's why cooking duty is done by several alternating members…

"......Hey, Chizuru."

"What is it, Heisuke-kun?"

"Isn't it torture to ask me to make breakfast while I'm hungry…?"

Heisuke-kun was in charge of breakfast with me today, looked unhappy for some reason.

To be precise, his salivating face seemed somewhat resentful as he stared at the large pot.

"What's wrong with you? You seem more haggard this morning than usual…"

"Uh… I haven't eaten anything since lunch yesterday…"

"Eh…!? You didn't eat dinner yesterday?"

As I recalled dinner last night, I turned my head.

It's true that the Eigth Division's patrol was extended last nigt and they couldn't make it to dinner, but its members had rice balls that they could take back to their rooms… In that case…

"Yeah, I got some rice balls, but on my way back to my room, I noticed a stray cat in the courtyard. Since I felt sorry for it, I shared my rice balls with it."

"In that case, couldn't you have gone to explain that to get another one…?"

"I thought that too, but wasn't Takeda-san in charge of dinner yesterday?"

"Ah..."

"Anyway you must be lying about eating, right? When he said that, he wouldn't give me another one."

“……”

It's true that Heisuke-kun sometimes steals food.

So it's not unreasonable to doubt him from his normal behaviour.

But....

"....Heisuke-kun."

I looked around.

After confirming that there wasn't anyone, I secretly handed him the tamagoyaki that I just made.

"Chizuru...""

"This was just made... eat it while it's still hot."

"Ah, uh…. but is this really okay? Don't you normally get angry when I swipe food…?"

"...Today's circumstances are special. Furthermore, this is just a sample for you to taste, that's all."

It's really pitiful to have done something that was obviously good, but not have enough to eat.

Heisuke-kun stuffed a piece of tamagoyaki into his mouth with moist eyes.

"Delicious…! Thank you, Chizuru. I love this sweet/gentle and soft part of you!"

"Love....?"

"Ah————no, although I said love, I however actually meant this/mean um. I mean there's nothing special!"

"Hm...?"

"Al-Alright, I'm full of energy again, so let's hurry up and prepare breakfast!"

For some reason, Heisuke-kun seemed to be a bit flustered, but he finally regained his spirits.

In order to not lose to him, I also turned around to face the large pot.

----to be continued---

sorry, i meant to do three of these, but i'm short on time right now and trying to rush something else.... (┬┬﹏┬┬)

Also tamagoyaki are a type of Japanese omelettes.

#hakuoki #hakuouki #hakuoki other translation #hakuoki tenun no shou #yukimura chizuru #souma kazue #toudou heisuke

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shirohige-pirates · 5 months

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Birds of a Feather

CisFem Reader x Marco

CW: Violence, blood, language, adult themes and scenes. 18+ only

Summary: Life has not been kind to you. After a string of bad relationships, you're a little jaded and a little depressed in all honestly. The worst day of your life seems to be the turning point, but the roller coaster ride that follows could either throw you soaring free, or have you caged forever?

Tag List: @clumsyraccoon

Chapter 17: Pirated

Wednesday and Thursday passed with all the speed you expected, which is to say they did not go by quickly at all. You were able to find time to meet with Marco for lunch, but it almost seemed cruel to only see him for a few minutes as you both quickly took lunch and hastily made your ways back into work.

A swift kiss against your cheek before the veterinarian was jogging back to the hospital, was better than nothing, but for the first time in a very long time, you lamented your general busyness.

The drive into work and back home were also a point of frustration. You didn’t realize how nice it was to have someone to talk to in the morning, or after work. It wasn’t even like either of you spoke of anything overly important. Marco would talk about work, and so would you. There were no statements of how you missed one another, though there was a kind of unspoken sense of it.

Especially now.

You had most assuredly fallen fast and hard, and the only saving grace was that you had enough experience and sheer tenacity that at least it wasn’t impacting your work. If anything, you were more focused while you were at work, because letting your mind wander made you miss him all that much more. It was just easier to keep your mind on work.

“I think you have a date tonight.” Bon-chan hums, bringing you a coffee after lunch.

You smile. “What gave it away?”

“Well, your smile was brighter and wider Monday and Tuesday, and you said that the vet was giving you a ride to and from work.” He begins. “But yesterday and the day before you didn’t seem quite as cheerful. Not sad though, but certainly focused on your work. Poor Buggy was struggling to keep up with you.” He laments and you snort.

“Today your tempo is steady, and your smile is improved.” He finishes, taking a drink of his coffee before smiling widely. “So you’re going to see your hot doctor tonight.” Bon’s voice has a teasing tone in it as he nearly sings the words.

“I am. The plan is to go to the carnival at the docks.” You explain. “So I was maybe working a little faster than usual this week because I didn’t want to sleep in the office, or work over today.”

“Oh? Are you actually trying to balance some life into your work?” He muses, leaning against the cubicle and leaning in like he does for good gossip.

“My life and work were balanced.” You huff.

“Your life was a feather on the scale compared to your work,” he scoffs. “The only balance that existed was due to the fact that your work was the scale itself.”

“Alright, alright, point made. I was - am - perhaps a bit of a workaholic.” You grumble. “But we do good work, and I like the work I do.” You add, turning away from him and getting back to your work.

“That we do, but I’m happy for you.” He adds.

“… Thanks Bon-chan, I appreciate that.” You say, glancing over your shoulder and giving him a gentle smile as he starts to walk away with a wink.

“Ah, I do have one more small parcel of wisdom for you, before I leave you in peace, little love bird.” He says, twirling on his toes and coming back to you.

“And what would that be, Bon-bon?” You hum, turning toward him entirely.

“Just because your car’s fixed, it doesn’t mean you cannot carpool into work, non?” With a single raised eyebrow he walks away and leaves you to your thoughts.

Thoughts that don’t leave you alone for the rest of your shift.

You’d never moved too quickly in a relationship before. If you were being honest, you really never moved at all in a relationship before. It was half the reason things didn’t work out between you and Kid, or at the very least it was half the reason that most of your arguments started. You liked your space, your quiet, and your privacy.

Moving in with someone, or having them move in with you - an option that wasn’t even an option with Kid because his place was perfect by his standards - just seemed to risk everything. Time apart was important, having things you could do, and wanted to do on your own, was healthy.

Admittedly, you generally liked doing things on your own so much that you didn’t really do anything with someone else. You and Kid hooked up. Sure you saw a couple movies together, but his hands spent more time between your thighs than his eyes spent on the screen. Your other dalliances weren’t people who had plans on staying on the island in the first place, never mind staying within the same city.

Everyone at arm’s length.

It was less about trust, and more about safety. Kid had a devil fruit, but he didn’t care to - or didn’t need to - hide it. Marco had one, and while he admitted to having one, he hadn’t said what it was, or what it could do, so it was possible that it was safer for him to avoid drawing attention to himself.

Between the tattoo and the brothers and the shipping experience, and his ties with Ivankov, no matter the steps between him and Ivan, it wasn’t a stretch to assume he was on the government’s radar to some degree. You were pretty sure you knew the insignia, pretty sure you knew who Pops was.

If an Emperor and his sons were willing to settle down on a small island in the North Blue and stop causing trouble after Roger, then well, it was probably better for the World Government to leave them be. Assisting with Heun was probably as close to helping Ivan’s “company” as they could risk.

It was an uneasy sort of balance. The Government couldn’t shake the remains of the Emperors and pirates too hard, or they’d band together and lash out. The pirates couldn’t shake the Government too hard on their own, or they’d get flooded by Admirals, or worse, get the island they were on flattened.

Pirates protecting islands by behaving.

The amusing, if not twisted, idea brought a smile to your lips before you shoved your quickly spiraling thoughts aside and focused on your work. Once you were done for the day, it was a short drive home, a quick shower and a change of clothes.

Nothing too fancy, warmth was the focus of the outfit over much else. Once the sun went down it was going to get cold quickly, and you didn’t want to wear, or deal with, a heavy coat. A thin faux turtle neck with a knit sweater over top should be good enough. A pair of gloves in case your hands got too cold, thick socks and some nice hiking boots. A thick pair of leggings and a wool skirt gave the whole ensemble a cute vibe to go with the warmth, and the boots meant you wouldn’t get blisters walking all over the place.

A little snack, a little makeup, a little bit of nervousness and a cup of tea to help with that.

Headlights in the driveway let you know Marco had arrived, and when you opened the door to greet him, you nearly shut it in his face. You do close it a bit, looking away for a second before you open it back up. Marco’s just standing on your porch with a knowing smile.

He’s in a cream colored turtleneck with a dark wool blazer over it. A beige and gold scarf loose around his neck finishes off the look, and that’s before you even notice the dark pants and loafers.

“I did well.” He says evenly, leaning down and giving you a light kiss on the cheek. “So did you.”

Pressing your lips together you give him a smile. “Thank… thank you.” You clear your throat. “Did you… I mean, are we heading there right away?”

“That’s the plan.” He muses, glancing into your house for a second before you step outside and close the door. “If I go in there now, we might not make it to the carnival at all tonight.”

You have to admit that’s not the worst thing you’ve ever heard, but you remember his words from last weekend. How much he enjoyed getting out and about with you, and decided not to say anything - teasingly or otherwise.

Marco opens the car door for you, an easy grin playing on his lips.

“I’m getting the full date experience, hm?” You muse, sitting in the passenger seat and making sure you were all settled in.

“As often as you can stand to let me provide it.” He replies, closing the door for you before walking over to the driver’s side and getting in.

“You are just determined to spoil me rotten.” You playfully complain.

“Considering that box of condoms I saw on your counter,” he begins, and you turn and look out your window to avoid whatever look he might be giving you. “I’d say you’re trying to spoil me, yoi.”

#Birds of a Feather #Marco x reader #x reader #reader insert #marco the phoenix #marco the pinepple #modern au

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invincible-selfxmade-punk · 4 months

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Grocery shopping for the next couple of weeks is done. I made an order from Walmart and as soon as it was brought to me I realized I needed like five or six more things. So I had to go back out. Then since hubby is at work I had to bring everything in myself which is just exhausting. I think I am owed a nap.

My sister asked what I wanted for Christmas and it was pretty hard because I really have everything I need. I asked for more bedding and I've had my eye on some Firefly glass bracelets. I see the ads for Nogu constantly on here. I've been looking at the bracelets there and of course the more I look the more ads they send me. It's just their bracelets are fairly expensive and I'm so afraid that I'm going to spend the money and then they are not going to look like the ones in the pictures. I really want the green glow in the dark glass. So I found one on Etsy that was half the price and my sister ordered it. She also ordered us some monogram sheets and a bunch of bedding that just arrived today and I haven't even had the energy to open it up.

However she had also sent me something much earlier in the month that we had had a hard time getting delivered because neither one of us were home whenever you UPS came by. I started getting really curious about it because she said it was something very special that she saw it and thought of me. Well. , , it was delivered yesterday and oh boy...... I kind of felt like someone had given me a leg lamp. It was a set of super heavy Green Glass candelabras with dangling beads coming off the sides. And in the candelabras were these electronic candles that supposedly had their own remote control for that controlled how they flickered. It was the biggest ugliest monstrosity I think I have ever seen. And I guess she thought of me because it was Green and the Green Glass is very pretty but oh my God........ it's hideous. And I'm not even sure what the remote control is supposed to do we got the candles to turn on and that's about it.

They are so unbelievably heavy I guess if I could swing them they would make a great self-defense weapon. That's about the only good thing I can say for them.

But she is the only family I have and it is a thought that counts so I'm glad she was thinking of me.

Tomorrow I am going to go and send off my final Christmas present Period I was able to get two of my closest friends And my sister Personalized tumblers from this place that does it locally. For my other friend who Is usually In much more need of groceries, I sent a gift card from Walmart and she was able to get herself an air fryer and a few groceries with it. So that made me happy.

Tuesday I'm sitting up a table at the only coffee shop in town where I happen to know the owner fairly well. I'm trying to sell off these dozens upon dozens of extra Mary Kay cosmetics I ended up with.

I had ordered some of them for a teacher that I work with but when I had to discipline her absolutely hateful and disrespectful son who told almost every teacher on campus---- including her --'to shut up and go to hell.

I don't know what he told her about me but suddenly she did not speak to me anymore,, & hasn't spoken to me in the last year.

So of course she was unwilling to purchase all the Cosmetics she had actually ordered from me once they came in. *sigh*

Also last year I had to order $300 worth of cosmetics in order to keep my status as consultant. But then I just ran out of the energy to go out and sell the stuff. Most days I just want to go home and go to bed I don't want to track down any clients I don't want to give makeovers I just want to sleep. So anyway I'm trying to make whatever I can offer them and selling them cheap as stocking stuffers monday. Going to try to drag my carcass out of bed early and catch the morning Rush of people and I am so hoping I can sell a few things just to get them out of my hair.

#teaching #mary kay #christmas cheer #gift giving

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fuck-customers · 1 year

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Yesterday (2/7) I submitted something about my paycheck being late. Well, update: It is now 2/8 and I have not been paid. Usually what happens is I get my pay stub emailed to me on Monday (I get paid every other week), and my paycheck is directly deposited into my bank account by Tuesday morning.

This week, however, my pay stub did not arrive on Monday, and I kind of had a bad feeling about things already but I figured maybe my paycheck would still hit on time. Nope! Tuesday dawned and no paycheck. Which was frustrating because I had plans to go grocery shopping and get a haircut, and I couldn't do those things without my paycheck, but as I mentioned in my other ask, my paycheck is sometimes delayed by a day if the banks are closed on Monday for some kind of holiday (not that there was one this week, but I was still hopeful).

Today, Wednesday, was my anniversary with my partner, and we had plans to go shopping together, but when I woke up and checked my bank account, no paycheck. I did, however, finally have my pay stub in my email. I messaged my managers to (politely) ask what the fuck was going on, and the owner replied "There was a delay. It was my fault. It should be deposited tomorrow. I’m very sorry."

Like, it's nice that you're sorry, I guess, but a heads-up would have been appreciated! One of the other managers mentioned that she also had a delayed paycheck, so I know I'm not the only one, but no one bothered to send out any kind of text/email/message to give us a warning about the problem. 😡

This isn't the first time I've had issues getting my paycheck, which I've complained about on this blog before, and honestly if I thought I had any better job prospects I would have left ages ago. I wish I was close enough with my coworkers to start talks about unionizing, but given that I'm literally always scheduled alone (I work in a small store so one person can technically run it by themselves but imho it would be better with two) and I'm not very good at socializing to begin with, I don't see that happening anytime soon. Fuck managers, get your shit together or at least give us some warning when you fuck up.

My company did that to us a few times in the mid 90′s. And that was when they still had stores in 14 states and just bought another chain and gained 3 more states. And not one word was said. All of us just kept harassing the manager to get paid. The longest was a week and we got two checks at once. Then they pulled the BS of changing payday from Tuesday to Thursday without a word. Then Tues again then Thurs. Then Tues again and it’s been that for about 25 years solid now. But I really don’t put it past them to pull this BS again. This is the company that remodeled about 1/3 of the stores then declared bankruptcy so they didn’t have to pay for it and closed the stores that didn’t get the remodel.

-Rodney

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Hear me now (Jotun Loki x Female Reader AU) (18+)

Read chapter 3 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 4

Summary : Bluey learns about Sunday and some more.

Warning : Mentions of torture and abuse, blood, mentions of animal abuse.

You looked around yourself, it was dark and probably cold, as you were surrounded by the rocks of ice but you didn't really feel it. You looked down and found yourself standing in the water that went past your shin. It was his tank you were standing inside

He moved towards you as he emerged from the dark, then he grabbed your hand, tilting his head like he always does whenever he is intrigued. Goosebumps formed on your skin as his touch set you on flames while his red fiery eyes just stared at you. Then suddenly he picked you up and walked few steps backwards along with you, he laid you down on the bed of ice and you bit on your lips to stop yourself from moaning, he purred as he got on top of you and nuzzled his nose against your neck, then he looked up and you knew he was going to kiss you. And you knew that you desperately wanted him to .

You gasped as your alarm rang at 4:30. So you quickly got up and turned it off, groaning as you did. Stupid alarm. You found yourself gushing as the dream felt fresh in your mind, so vivid, you could feel him and touch him and it felt as if you were actually there. You sighed before you got up to get freshened up and shower, then you made breakfast for yourself as well as Bluey. You didn't see him on Sunday and all day yesterday you wanted to run to the facility. You spent your day trying to figure out if you could go there on Sundays without causing suspicions but it was futile. You couldn't come up with anything.

You got ready and reached ten minutes early this time instead of 20. As soon as you reached the guards one of them looked at you

"Might need a mask today, it's all bloody inside" your eyes widened in fear as he said that

"What..what do you mean?"

"Experiment gone wrong I guess, it's a miracle that thing is still alive" your blood boiled with anger because of the mention of the experiment and also the way that guard addressed him as a thing. He wasn't a thing. He was a living being. Breathing, feeling, responding to kindness and care, he deserved to live free and he definitely deserved his autonomy.

You stepped inside dragging your cart along with you, and guards were right, the blood was splattered all around the floor and even on the outside of the marble tank, you felt horrified by the scene in front of you, it looked like a crime scene. But you could hear his chains dragging across the floor of the tank so you knew Bluey was alive, that was the only relief in that moment. How did he lose all that blood and was still okay?

You walked closer to the edge and looked down, you couldn't see much. It was all dark.

"Bluey I am here" you called out to him but he didn't respond.

"I'm sorry I wasn't here yesterday, but I couldn't come" you heard the chain shuffling so you took a few steps backwards, thought of the dream you had about him made you shiver. He peaked his head up and his eyes seemed teary, but you couldn't see an injury on his face.

"Are you upset?" You asked him and he growled a little then he tilted his head.

You looked around and there was a calendar hanging on the wall to the side so you quickly ran towards it and grabbed it.

Then you went around the edge again,

"Umm can I sit down and explain?" You asked him and he tilted his head again, then he placed his elbows on the edge and put his chin down on it, very eager to listen to you.

"Okay I'll take that as a yes Bluey" he purred as you called him that "You like the name? Bluey?" You asked him and he mewled like a kitty

"Okay so umm you see this?" You pointed towards the word Monday on the calendar and he looked at it then at you "Today is Monday.. Today" you showed him the date, as well used a hand gesture and he nodded

"Okay good, now I can only come here, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday Friday and Saturday, Six days" you smiled as you looked at him and he seemed as if he was thinking about it

"Sunday, it was yesterday" he growled as soon as you mentioned Sunday. That's what Rogers said yesterday. Sunday is a bad day. He gets hurt on Sunday.

"Yesterday, I didn't come, because of Sunday okay? I really wanted to and I would have if it wasn't for my landlord Phil who reminded me" you said to him softly and he hissed.

"Are you upset with me?" You asked him and he pointed his fingers towards the word Sunday and he hissed again. That's when you realized he wasn't upset with you, he was upset with Sunday.

"Yeah I know Bluey, I know, but I ..get to see you, six days..look" you placed the calendar down and raised your hands up "Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Thursday, Friday, Saturday, I see you" you pulled down each finger for every day and then you gestured with your fingers that you'd see him for six days a week.

"One day, I don't get to because I cant, Sunday" you picked up the calendar again and he took it from you, your fingers touched and the mere touch was enough for you to feel the butterflies in your belly.

He pointed towards the word Sunday and growled then he slowly gave it back to you. Now he have two reasons to hate Sunday.

"Ummm can I touch you?" You asked him and he tilted his head, you raised your hand forward very slowly to not startle him especially if they hurt him yesterday

He didn't flinch nor did he jump back down the pit. You caressed his scalp with your fingers and he closed his eyes as he enjoyed the soft touch, purring like a cat again. You weren't expecting for his hair to be so soft.

"You like that, Bluey?" You smiled and he kept purring in response. When you tried to stop he scooted closer to you and placed his head down on your lap so you would caress him some more. So that's what you did, you didn't notice any injuries on his body, how did he heal so fast?

"Okayy I got eggs for you today so please eat that while I clean okay?" You placed the eggs on the edge and he quickly gobbled one of it in his mouth, he absolutely hated it because of the shell so you showed him how to peel it before eating and he definitely savored the next ones. You gave him the boiled eggs as well as the pasta dish that you made and he munched on it very quickly, he must have been super hungry. While you cleaned he kept looking at you so you started to sing a tune. He was looking at you curiously as he heard the singing, so you smiled and sang the song Vienna by Billy Joel for him

"Sloww down you're doing fine

You can't be everything you want to be before your time

Although it's so romantic on the borderline tonight.." he tilted his head and you wished you could tell what he was thinking but he didn't speak and somehow you didn't care either. He seemed calm and at peace, that was enough

After cleaning the floor, you washed your hand and sat down next to him.

"Unfortunately I have to gooo Bluey, I just realised that you don't know my name do you?" You did tell him your name on the first day but you didn't think he would remember that.

You grabbed a piece of paper and wrote your name down then you showed it to him. He engraved the shape of the letters in his head. He's Bluey and you are y/n. He understood that. He trailed his fingers over the letters and then his mouth opened as he looked at you.

"Yess thats my name" you smiled at him, you wished you could have spent some more time with him but you had to leave now before Rogers would get here and shove you down along with him which didn't seem so bad now that you thought about it. His eyes teared up as you dragged your cart away and he growled,

You turned around to look at him and he raised his hand forward to give you the eggs shell that he sneaked and hid from one of the eggs because he knew you would throw the rest of them in the garbage bin and he won't have anything to give to you

"Thank you Bluey you are so giving you know that" you walked closer to him and caressed his head again before you waved a goodbye and a promise of tomorrow.

When you stepped out you had to remind yourself to not smile so much. However After few minutes only you were called by Doctor Bruce Banner in his office. He turned the cameras on yesterday to see what Rogers would do to blue man if nobody was there, that's why he had to rush in early today to turn it off again because he completely forgot about it yesterday. .

He was shocked and surprised as he watched the giant blue god as they liked to address him as in Alaska have a proper conversation with you, he wasn't talking or saying anything but he understood you and he knew this creature was very special.

And he knew he would need your help to save Blue man from his fate which might just end his existence.

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