#just opened an online store and it's consuming my time but I hope it will be worth it 👀

[thegyusorcerer]

being an entrepreneur is a full time job y'all 🫡

[berryhobii]

Hurry Home (pjm x reader)

Pairing: fiancé!Park Jimin x black!female!plus size!reader

Word Count: 3K+

Warnings: established relationship, fluff, Smut(18+ but I don’t control what you consume), reader sends Jimin naughty photos/videos, oral(f receiving), unprotected sex(don’t do this unless you’re absolutely sure), fingering, squirting, breastplay, doggystyle, begging, creampie, slight praise kink, Jimin and reader are super in love and it’s adorable

A/N: I’m back with this smutty, fluffy piece about Jimin being the best fiancé who’s obsessed with reader. I feel like that’s kind of a trend with me but black women are so beautiful. Who wouldn’t be obsessed? 🩵🩵As for reader, I described them as a darker shade of brown with coily hair, stretch marks, and of course plus sized. I hope everyone enjoys this and please feel free to check out my other works! Much love💜💜

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Lover❤️

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Jimin smiled at the sight of your name on his phone. He hasn’t heard much from you since he left to hang out with his friends earlier in the evening. He knew you didn’t care about him spending time with his friends—you got plenty of his attention and you also had a social life of your own. You two were in perfect sync in your relationship, you prided yourself a lot on being the best partner and so did Jimin.

That didn’t mean you two didn’t like spending time with each other. When you weren’t at work or with friends, you two loved lazing around with one another; playing video games or cooking or your most recent hobbies of trying to complete a 10,000 piece puzzle. Jimin had impulsively purchased it online and roped you into doing it with him. So far, you’ve only managed to complete a corner of it but you were getting there. You had even gotten a table big enough to hold it.

Date nights were every Saturday and you took turns planning each one. Last time was your turn—you ended up getting tickets to one of Jimin’s favorite artists. He had tried to get tickets himself, spending hours on every device in the house to try and snag a single ticket. Unfortunately, they sold out and even the resale tickets were much too expensive. However, thanks to a few of your connections, you managed to get 2 tickets in a pretty good section. Jimin could have cried when he told him to get ready one night and drove both of you to the venue. Needless to say, he had a wonderful time and surprised you the next week with the biggest bouquet of flowers you’ve ever seen and a shopping spree at your favorite store.

You two were perfectly in sync.

He opened the message as he sipped on his beer, promptly spitting it back out when he saw what popped on his screen. A cough racked his body, leaning over to put his beer on the coffee table.

Taehyung who was sitting next to him, clapped the distressed man on the back. “Whoa Jimin, are you okay?”

After his bout of coughing was done, his eyes watering and throat burning, he sat himself back up. He was handed a bottle of water by Taehyung, gratefully taking it and chugging down the majority of the drink.

“Thanks.” He breathed out. “Must have went down the wrong pipe.” He gave a pretty convincing smile to his friend. Taehyung just shrugged and turned back to the soccer game they were watching.

After making sure no one was paying attention to him, Jimin turned his phone over, holding it super close to his face. He did not want anyone seeing what was on his screen.

It was you, positioned in front of the large full length mirror in your shared bedroom—you were on your knees, sitting back on your heels which made your plush thighs look even thicker. With one hand holding your phone up, your other was holding up the end of the shirt you were wearing. That revealed your light pink thong that practically disappeared into the plush of your hips and thighs.

You had recently washed your hair, the coils now up in a puff that you often wore. He always thought it made you look sexy and adorable.

Right now, you looked like straight seduction personified.

Just as he was about to type a response, a video popped up and he swore his cock screamed at him. He turned down his volume before hitting the play button. He’s been burned one too many times in public when you’ve sent him naughty videos. You were thoroughly punished when he got home from the grocery store.

The video started. It started with you adjusting the camera, propping it against something. Probably the mirror since you were still in the same spot on the floor. You turned away from the camera, giving him a full view of your juicy ass. He gripped his so phone hard that he could have broken it, crossing his legs to try and contain the boner that was growing in his pants.

What really sent him over was when you started shaking your ass, the fat rippling and moving like god damn water. That insulting piece of fabric you called a thong was working hard to cover your pussy. He cursed the stupid underwear. Why did you even bother?

Then you leaned forward on your shoulders, reaching back to slap at your own ass before spreading your cheeks. You did that a few times before lifting and retrieving your phone to stop recording.

Another message popped up just seconds later.

Lover❤️

Hurry Home💋

He watched it a couple of times, each time getting him more and more horny. He needed to go home.

“Uh I have to go guys.” He said to his friends, awkwardly standing up to try and hide his raging boner.

“What? Why? You’ve only been here for 2 hours.” Taehyung asked, eyebrows furrowing. Guys night normally lasted well into the night and to tomorrow. They’d get so wasted sometimes that they’d all just crash in Namjoon’s living room. That and Namjoon would probably skin them alive if they even thought about drunk driving. He knew Yoongi, Jimin, and Jungkook would be good since they could hold their liquor but the remainder of their group weren’t as lucky. Also, he didn’t get his law degree for nothing. The lawyer in him would never allow them to break the law.

Jimin ran a hand through his hair. “It’s y/n…..” He silently hoped they’d just take that excuse without any teasing.

“Is she sick?” Yoongi tilted his head.

Yeah sure. Let’s go with that.

“Yeah! She’s been taking a new medicine and it gives her headaches.”

Yoongi squinted his eyes. It was a special talent of his to be able to point out when someone was lying. Easy enough when he was a conniving ass liar as well. Yoongi could lie his way out of a lie detector test.

After a few painfully long seconds, Yoongo shrugged. “Oh okay. Wish her well for us and call us if you need anything.”

Jimin let out a sigh of relief, grabbing his jacket and his car keys before bidding the others goodnight.

“I hope y/n’s okay.” Hoseok said after Jimin left. Hoseok was actually the one who introduced you to Jimin. He’s known you for a long time so he worried about you like a big brother.

“She’s fine. Jimin was lying anyway.” Yoongi hummed, sipping on his beer.

Seokjin groaned as he landed yet again on one of Jungkook’s properties, unhappily handing over his $200. “Stupid railroads. Huh, how do you know he’s lying?”

“Did none of you see how he was standing? He obviously had a boner. She’ll have a headache alright but not from some medicine.”

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Jimin almost tore the door off its hinges. You had sent yet another photo on his drive home—a tasteful flick of your breasts, your t shirt held between your teeth.

His spotless driving record didn’t mean a damn thing to him tonight. As long as he didn’t get arrested.

He rushed to pull off his boots, stripping himself of his jacket and shirt on the way back to your bedroom. He almost tripped over the rug and slammed his forehead on the closed door, grabbing the handle to open it.

And there you were.

Laid on your belly, your feet swinging in the air, playing a game on your Nintendo Switch. The lights were dimmed, the warm glow of a lamp illuminating the room enough so he could see.

You turned your head at the sound of him opening the door.

“Ducky, you’re home.” Sitting up and moving your game console to the side, you held your arms open, ready to welcome him in your loving embrace.

If his cock wasn’t so hard right now, he’d think the sight of you grinning and waiting for a hug would be totally adorable.

3 wide steps was all it took to get him from the doorway to the bed, his body falling into your arms and knocking you back on the bed. Your giggles were pleasant, sugary sweet and like music to his ears.

Desperate pecks were scattered all over your neck and jaw, his hands already digging bruises into the plush of your hips and thighs.

Your short manicured nails ran through his hair and down his bare back, his warmth seeping into you.

“Did you have fun with the guys?”

He scoffed out a laugh against your throat, hand coming down to sharply slap at the side of your thigh.

He leaned back a bit to make eye contact with you, dark hair hanging in front of his siren like eyes. “You little tease. Did you think that was cute?”

Your eyes danced with mirth without a hint of feeling scolded, shoulders shrugging.

“Cute? No. Worthy of unbelievable sex? Yes.”

He could feel the cool band of your engagement ring as you stroked the back of his neck. For the thousandth, maybe millionth moment since he met you, he had one thought.

I want to spend the rest of my life with you.

“Mission accomplished.”

Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer until you could feel his erection pressing into your barely clothed count. “Getting ahead of yourself, eh?”

His lips graced over yours, the smell of gum on his breath. “Never.”

His mouth left hot trails down your throat, hands lifting the large shirt you were wearing to reveal your breasts. No photo could compare to seeing them in real life.

He hissed as he took both of them in his palms, running over your dark nipples with his thumbs. You sighed at the feeling, finally getting a little relief from being pent up all day. You didn’t mean to pull your fiancé away from boys night but you started watching some of the naughty videos you saved in the Hidden section on your phone and you couldn’t contain it. It wasn’t until you reached a video on your engagement night that a sneaky little idea popped in your head. Sending pictures and videos were commonplace in your relationship. It derived from Jimin and you starting off as friends with benefits all those years ago. Despite being together for such a long time now, you just never stopped.

And you wouldn’t. Not when it made your fiancé fly home this quickly.

His tongue ran over your breasts, pushing the mounds together to be able to suck at both nipples.

“A-ah….Jimin….” You moaned.

He hummed against your heaving breasts, sucking purpling hickies into your chestnut skin. You were so soft, your skin fragrant with your body butter and the lightest traces of your perfume. The scent of your skin changed often since you loved experimenting with new lotions and perfumes but you always felt the same no matter what. Your hands still caressed him the same way, your eyes still held the same light, and his heart still pounded in his chest regardless.

After deeming your breasts marked enough, he whispered, “scoot up.” You did so that you were fully on the bed. He kissed his way down your soft belly and to your cunt, his hands never leaving you. Pushing your legs up so that he had full view of your fat pussy lips, he swore he saw heaven. It had practically swallowed your thin underwear, the fabric disappearing between your folds. He breathed out a curse at the sight of your already glistening heat. Just how horny have you been?

“Pussy’s so pretty, baby. You’re so pretty.” He hissed, massaging at the insides of your thighs, fingertips tracing your stretch marks.

You squirmed at the feeling of his hot breath against your aching cunt. You needed him so badly.

“Please….honey….” You felt breathless despite him not really doing anything yet. He just got you like that—desperate and needy.

He smirked. He should tease you but doing so would tease himself and his cock was way too hard for that right now.

He shushed you, pressing light kisses to your outer lips before finally, finally running his tongue up your slit. He moaned at the taste of you, never ever getting tired of eating you out.

His fingers hooked in the front of your thong, prying it from your soaked folds and off your legs. Tossing it somewhere he didn’t care about, he adjusted himself to be more comfortable between your legs. He wrapped both of his arms around your thighs, pulling your cunt closer to his mouth before diving in.

Your back arched, hands finding his soft hair.

His plump lips latched around your sensitive clit, sucking the little nub before flicking the tip of his tongue all over it.

Your head rocked back and forth against the pillows, the pleasure overwhelming but not enough at the same time. You needed more.

“Jimin……fingers, please.”

His hooded eyes glanced up at your from between your legs, taking in your heaving breasts and face that was twisted in pleasure. Just the sight made him want to give you even more, to see you when you completely fall apart.

Two fingers ran up your slit, his mouth still slurping and nipping at your throbbing clit before pushing them both inside. The slight stretch made you moan, your toes curling.

Jimin’s been made fun of for the size of his fingers for years but you never complained. Those things could still bring you to orgasm, sometimes faster than his cock could.

Pressing the pads of his fingers upwards, he expertly located that special spot against the top of your pussy. He knew he located it when your hips jumped.

Adjusting himself so that he was leaning on his arm that wasn’t knuckles deep, he began fingering you. His pace was slow but calculated, making sure he was rubbing against that spot every time.

Stars danced across your vision as sparking hot pleasure radiated down your body. With each press of Jimin’s fingers, you could feel that familiar and immense sensation prickling at you.

Your high pitched moan alerted Jimin as well. He knew your body like the back of his hand of course.

He popped off your clit, sitting up slightly to lean over you. His plump lips kissed at your collarbone before trailing up to your lips.

“You wanna cum, sweetheart?” His voice was saccharine sweet with a hint of teasing in it.

You unashamedly nodded your head, blurry eyes blinking at him. Your hands cupped your own breasts, tweaking the nipples.

Adjusting himself, he pressed his hand into the area just above your pussy, the fingers inside pressing even harder into your sweet spot.

“Hold your legs.” He demanded and you obeyed, gripping both of your calves to hold your legs open.

Inhaling a deep breath, Jimin began thrusting his fingers in and out of you in a blurring pace. A loud moan rang from your throat, your nails digging into your skin but you couldn’t even feel the pinch. His arms bulged with each stroke, a slight strain in them that he ignored.

That feeling grew from the base of your spine around to your belly, swelling and swelling until you were ready to burst.

The tell tale clench of your walls and the way your eyes crossed let Jimin know that you were close. The sounds of your cunt were loud and wet, arousal dripping down between your ass cheeks and staining the blankets.

When he pressed particularly harshly, one of your hands flew down to hold his arm that was pistoning in and out of your squishy walls.

“Ooohhhh my godddd-uhhhh! Jimin!” You cried.

“Cum baby.”

You were way ahead of him.

That dam burst, the clenching of your walls forcing Jimin’s fingers out of you, a clear spray of liquid following. His fingers went to your clit, rubbing it back and forth to help you through your orgasm.

His grin was wide. “Yessss, good girl. Good job.” He patted your clit and few times, splashing the remaining droplets around as you came down.

You deflated against the bed, ears still ringing and pussy clenching at the aftershocks. You were so out of it that you didn’t even hear Jimin unbuckling his belt nor did you feel him turning you over until he landed a slap on your ass.

He was almost at his limit. He’s been hard since he left Namjoon’s place and he needed to be in your cunt right now or else he’d combust.

“Up on your knees.”

You huffed but rose up on your knees, keeping your chest and head down on the bed. You brought a pillow under your chest to hug and bite down on because you both knew how loud you got from doggy. And your neighbors were definitely tired of you by now.

Jimin took a brief moment to admire the plushness of your ass and love handles, running his hands down your sides before gripping your hips. Hands free, he slowly slid into your awaiting cunt.

You moaned into the pillow as his girthy cock penetrated your walls. Jimin was just the perfect length and girth for you—not too long were it hurt and just thick enough to really make you feel it.

Once he was all the way in, pausing to take a breath, he slowly slid back out to give you an experimental thrust. You hummed before adjusting your knees slightly so that he could press into that spot on the next slide.

He leaned down to press a kiss to your shoulder. “You okay, baby?” Your heart pounded at his sweet consideration. He knows you’ve had uncomfortable sexual experiences in the past so he always made it a point to ask if you’re okay. While you’ve insisted you’d tell him if you were ever in pain, it still made you feel all fuzzy to know he’d still ask.

“Yeah.” You croaked out. “You can move.”

Sitting back up, he dug his fingers into your hips before starting to move his hips.

Deep and long thrusts that took your breath away, his balls slapping against your clit and sending tiny shocks through you. He perfectly jammed into your sweet spots, your belly tingling as pleasure overtook you once again.

“Fuck…” he cursed, head hanging low and eyes never leaving where you two were connected. “You feel so good. So tight.”

You moaned in response. “Faster baby.”

His hips clapped against your ass, the fat rippling as it bounced off him. He could watch this sight all day long and never grow tired.

You buried your face into the pillow, letting out pornographic like moans as your fiancé stroked you just right. He knew just how to move to melt you into a puddle.

Arching your back and spreading your knees a little more, you began throwing your ass back on him in a way you knew would drive him crazy.

He groaned, halting his hips to let you take over. “There you go. Throw it back baby. That’s it.” His right hand slapped both of your ass cheeks, loving how they jiggled under his force.

You lifted your head slightly from the pillow to moan out, “Your cock feels so good. I love it so much.” And you did.

His right hand gripped your left hip, starting his hips back up to meet each of your bounces. He couldn’t stop staring at the way your cunt began to cream around him, a thin ring forming around the base of his already arousal shined cock.

“I love you. Love this creamy fucking cunt.” He tossed his head back as your walls clenched around him. He was close.

Little “ah ah ah’s” came from you as Jimin practically carved his cock into you. His fingers hurt from how hard he was holding onto you, as if you could disappear if he let go.

He leaned his body down onto you, your legs spreading even more until you were almost pressed completely into the mattress. His fists moved to rest beside your head, lips sucking and nipping at the skin of your shoulder and neck.

Your sweat slicked bodies moved against one another, his chest pressed against your back as his thrusts became more erratic and fast. You moaned loudly, forgetting all about your neighbors. Jimin was hitting your spot just right, every fiber of your being on fire.

Everything just felt so hot and heady—the room low on oxygen and your bodies desperately chasing orgasm.

“Jimin….Jimin….Jimin….” You chanted, one of your arms unwrapping from the pillow to grab at his wrist that was by your head. Your other arm snaked under your body to rub quick little circles into your clit. “Right there baby. I’m so close.”

He grunted against your shoulder. “Me too. Cum baby.”

A few more rubs of your clit and your body was locking up as your orgasm washed over you. Jimin wasn’t far behind, a few more strokes and he was releasing inside of you.

Your legs completely gave out, body flopping against the bed. Jimin let out an airy groan before rolling over to lie next to you.

Both of you sat in silence for a moment trying to regain your breathes.

You stretched your body before rolling on your side to face your fiancé. His eyes were closed, chest moving up and down to calm himself. You moved to straddle waist, your cheek resting on his shoulder. His fingertips traced up and down your back, goosebumps popping up on your skin.

It was your turn to ask, “You okay?”

He hummed. “I’m fine. And you?”

“Good. Sorry I made you leave boys night.”

His laugh made his chest jump, a smile spreading across your face at the melodious sound.

“No you aren’t but it’s okay. Jungkook was beating Seokjin’s ass at monopoly so it was bound to be ruined anyway.”

You believed him. Seokjin was kind of a sore loser. Pair that with some alcohol and he had probably already flipped the table.

You chuckled, snuggling closer to his throat to place some light kisses there. “Guess I did good then.”

“Very good. I probably broke multiple traffic laws though.”

“You? My goody two shoes? Impossible.” Your sarcasm was thick and playful. He rolled his eyes, slapping your ass, your giggles joyful.

“I love you.”

You lifted your head to gaze into his tired eyes. “I love you too.” You pressed your lips to his in a slow and intimate kiss. “Round 2 in the shower?”

He smiled against your lips. “You read my mind.”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Between the Lines 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, Lee is rude, customer service triggers. and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters:Lee Bodecker

Part of the Bookstore AU

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Another day, another shift. It starts off less than ideal. Traffic is a slog and there’s customers outside waiting for open as you walk up. You have to escape them like a zombie horde to get inside. This time of year, they tend to resemble extras in The Walking Dead.

You put your things in the back and punch in. You help Giselle with the opening list as her lashes droop precariously. She’s never very awake on her morning shifts. As you balance the till, she yawns and checks her phone.

“That old lady is out again. Something about her back,” she pops a piece of gum in her mouth and starts chewing noisily. “Not like she could do much more than wring her hands.”

“Oh, that’s too bad,” you login and look across the store. You prefer being on the floor but you won’t get to stretch your legs until after noon.

“Eh, whatever. Not many seasonals this year,” she drones, “good, I don’t have to put up with children.”

You glance at her. She’s not much older than the high school students who come in to work the holiday sales. She’s just into her sophomore year and has the false sense of authority that often replaces the freshman fear.

You won’t mention that you have a masters and you’re still standing in the same place as her. Albeit, you’re full time and a pay grade higher. Still, it’s not that steep a gap between you.

The first customers are let in and swiftly fan out in their missions. A man comes up to ask about Tom Clancy’s novels and you point him in the right direction, telling him that Colton will be there to help out. He thanks you and shuffles away.

The morning drags by as you ring through the early birds. It’s that time of day where everyone is still waking up and seems to have something to complain about. You’ve suggested complementary coffee in hopes that it might quell their gripes.

Around eleven, you lean on the counter, the store effectively empty, and your headset crackles. Your name is called over the line to go to the operations room. You look at Giselle but she’s transfixed on her phone. She doesn’t even hear you say you’ll be right back.

The assistant manager, Colin, greets you in the operations room, one desk empty as he sits in another and wiggles a pen. You hover by the door as he keeps his focus on the monitor. For people who work in a bookstore, they do prefer the digital to the hard copy.

“Alright, let’s not waste time,” he leans back, finally tearing his attention from the computer, “got a complaint about you.”

“What?” You frown.

“Doing customer surveys, the online ones. This one’s particularly glowing,” he squints at the monitor again, “‘extremely dismissive and condescending. Kept trying to walk away’.”

“I never… are you sure it’s me?”

“They got your name. I went over the tape and it tracks. This guy, cop it looks like, you walked away twice. Why?” Colin points the pen at you derisively.

“Um, well, he told me to but changed his mind,” your eyes flutter as your nerves wind up. God, it has to be that jerk officer. “I did help him but he didn’t seem to want it.”

“Not what he says and he is a customer,” Colin sighs, “going to have to write you up, sweetie.”

You blink and hold your eyes shut. This is bullshit. You know better than to voice that thought.

“A write-up?”

“Relax, you got three before we do anything,” he pulls a paper over the desk and turns it towards you, “take the slap on the wrist and get back out there. It’s books. Just… smile a bit more and…” he pauses, his gaze dipping beneath your face, “maybe push your shoulders back. Posture’s important.”

You sniff back your disgust. You know what he means. Shoulders back; chest out. Gross. You cross the room and take the pen, reading over the write-up and the comments copy-pasted from the survey. Wow, what a jackass. You sign. Despite being a corporate peon, Colin’s right. It’s easier to just take the mark on your record.

“Thanks, sweetie,” he slides the paper away, “get back on the till.”

You nod and back out of the office. You shake your head as you stride through the store. This is so stupid and where the hell is Mr. Pine? He would’ve at least heard you out and overridden this nonsense decision. He’s been elusive lately and it shows.

You get back to cash as Giselle pops her gum noisily, “where were you, I gotta pee.”

“Go,” you wave her off as you step up behind the machine, “dead in here anyway.”

🚓

The day ends in the furor of after-work shoppers. You finally get free of the rush and into the lot. The air is crisp and whispers of the coming snows. Not quite cold enough as only a cold mist flecks down and has the tarmac shining black.

You go to your car and fish out your keys. As you do, someone rolls up behind your bumper and stops, exhaust puffing up in a stink. You shove the key in the door and glance over as someone gets out, staring at you over the roof of the cruiser. What the hell?

“Finished for the day?” The officer asks, the very same blight you had the pleasure of meeting the other day.

“Yes, officer.”

“Don’t sound so happy,” he comments, “nasty weather, huh?”

“Mhmm,” you nod and open your door, throwing your bag across to the passenger side.

“You’re being shifty… you nervous around cops?” He challenges as he rounds the hood of his car, nonchalantly idling in the lane.

“No,” you shrug, “I’m just headed home. Worked a long day, sir.”

“Oh yeah? You work so hard, don’t ya?” He scoffs, “smiles all worn out, ain’t it?”

He looms close, putting his hand on the roof of your car as his other comes up to touch your chin. You step back to look at him, crowded against the open door. You gape at him, heart pumping wildly.

“Officer, can I help you with something?”

“Sheriff,” he taps the star emblazoned on his coat, just under the fleecy collar, “I’m not lookin’ for your help, don’t you worry, but you look like you got a load on ya so I’m just doing my duty here and checkin’ in.”

You set your jaw. You’re not working, you have no obligation to pander. You’re parked between the lines, your insurance is up to date, and you’re tired as fuck.

“I’m good, sir. Thanks for asking. I gotta get home.”

He smiles, his hand falling to your scarf. He fixes the fabric as you fidget, resisting the voice that hollers at you to push him away. Assault on an officer is the last thing you need.

“Get home and cozy, huh?” He smirks, his blue eyes sparkling, “got someone special waitin’ on ya?”

“Sir?” You frown.

“Dangerous livin’ alone. I’m just makin’ sure you’re safe.”

You clamp your lips tight. He wrote a whole essay about you’re disservice to him, so why is he bothering you now? This is quite the power trip.

“Fine, sir. My cat will be hungry, so uh…”

“Ah, one of those,” he snorts and pulls away.

“One of…” your voice trails back.

“Don’t need no man,” he tuts, “you got your cat. They all say that before they know what’s what.” He wags his fingers as he backs away, “there’s only so much you can learn from books, you’ll see.”

You stare, frozen in place. Is that a threat? Is this all because you tried to help him? Because you didn’t just take his entitlement and swallow it like cherry pie? As absurd as it seems, it’s still scary as hell.

[trigunsbbygirl]

If you’re open for requests could I get a part 2 to Nai being isekaid onto Earth? Maybe when he starts to adapt and get used to the concept? Thank you and feel free to ignore if your requests are closed!

I've seen so many drawings of Knives working fast food on twt and its so fucking funny I love it so much. he would evaporate if he worked in my city during tourist season. but anyways, always down to talk about reverse isekai. hope you enjoy it!!

•it doesn't take long for Knives to get used to how things work on Earth. in fact, he finds a few similarities on Earth and Gunsmoke: you go to school, graduate, get a job, pay bills, buy groceries and so on.

•it's the way the corporate world, government and social media works that he has a bit of a harder time understanding? Knives gets it, he understands the concept and how greed consumes but he's still baffled by it all.

•I won't get into much politics or the saddening things that are happening around the world, but every once in a while, when watching the news, Knives will turn to you and just say 'I am considering returning to my old ways.' and you just hum in agreement.

•he also has a hard time adjusting to being around so many people almost all the time now. even though he stays inside your home most of the time he can still hear people talking, cars driving by and airplanes. it takes him a while to get used to all the noise.

•Knives only really goes shopping with you out of curiosity. he wants to see all the things that are on Earth even if he says he doesn't care. (overtime he starts going with you to make sure you're safe and that he can protect you.)

•I think he'd quite like farmers markets though. it may be busy but he can push through it for the fresh food.

•this man has zero online presence. the only account he would ever have is a youtube account if you and Vash (mainly Vash) managed to convince him to make one to post his music. other than that, he refuses to make accounts for Twitter or Instagram. he sees no point in it.

•Knives doesn't use a diary, but he does write what he did that day on the calendar app. his notes are very blunt too, 'went to zoo. interesting animals.' 'went grocery shopping. boring.' 'celebrated their birthday.. was fun.'

•he also doesn't text much and when he does the messages are short and straight to the point. "what do you want for dinner?" "when are you coming back home?" "we are out of x, pick some up on your way home." and he leaves you on read a lot too.

•also uses proper punctuation and dots the ends of his sentences. he rarely uses abbreviations and slang. the first time Knives used lol you acted like it was the biggest thing ever and he just replied 'stop freaking out.' then promptly left you on read.

•now let's say Knives somehow gets an ID, ssn and all that stuff. like the universe said go help pay bills and gifted him those stuff or smth.

•I've been seeing Twitter talk about Knives working at McDonald's in a modern au and yeah that's funny, but this is a reverse isekai and Knives is still dealing with his kill all humans mentality. if he worked customer service or at a restaurant he may genuinely say fuck the military consequences and consider mass genocide after one too many bad encounters. plus Knives would just be like 'why would I serve an inferior being?'

•but I could see him working at a small local book store or library. it's quiet, not too busy and Knives gets to easily learn about new books or books he may never have ended up hearing about. not much really happens, but one day more people than usual come in to buy a certain book. Knives mentions it to you and you have to explain how a Trigun fan account recommended 'This is How You Lose the Time War.' he has to take a second to take the information in.(I'm so sorry I just had to add this in nsvsjwhks- iykyk-)

•he still has a hard time wrapping his head around the fact that people enjoy Trigun. Knives tries not to think about it a lot, it weirds him out. the fact that a lot of people know about his past, trauma, and apparently, future makes him feel a little queasy and gross. he knows there's nothing he could've done and though no one knows he's actually there, it's still really invasive to him.

•anyways, if Knives learned how to drive, he would be very responsible. the only time he'd break any laws is speeding 10 mph above the speed limit on the highway, but everyone does that so he just joined in.

•whenever someone near him is driving like an asshole he sits there with a death glare. he's there thinking, 'I could ruin your car with my blades. I won't, but I could.' (he wishes he could but he knows many cars have a dashcam and that would cause bigger problems than just legal ones.)

•if it weren't for him living at your place, Knives would have little to no decorations in his home. maybe a few plants and coasters on the tables and books that he likes on a bookshelf, but that's kinda it. he might frame some of his paintings and hang them up. (I can see him with hanging vine plants)

•he gets into gardening a little, maybe hydroponics. Knives doesn't really want a big garden, but he'd like to grow a few vegetables and herbs.

•Knives still doesn't sleep, but over time he will join you for bed and cuddle you as you fall asleep. though after a while, Knives will get out of bed to do his own things. it takes a while for him to get into the idea of just sleeping, but he starts to indulge himself as he realizes how comforting it is to lay with you and rest.

•he starts to surprise you with romantic dinners, like he'll have candles lit up, a slow melody playing in the background. afterwards Knives will draw a bath for you and if you want him to, he'd gladly join you. either way, he's helping you wash up, telling you to just rest after the day you've had. it's the least he could since he can't work.

•overall he does end up adjusting quite well, it just takes him a long time to accept that he does have to live among humans and that the goal he's been working towards for years is practically undoable now. and it takes even longer to start indulging himself in other hobbies and his emotions that start to grow. (although I think his view on humans won't exactly change. but he acknowledges that there are people who are fighting for the greater good.)

[unlady-like-12-25-36]

Romanoff's Delight

_Chapter 1_ Natasha Romanoff x f!reader

Warning: Mentions and descriptions of abuse, and eating disorder. I think that's it. If there are any more, I should add that's also a trigger warning, lmk. I do not control what you consume online. You have been warned!

A/n: If any of the content is triggering for you, do not read or skip the y/n pov part since that is the only part of this fic that I put a warning for. If you chose to read this fic and have been triggered, please seek help and do not send any hate to me or any other amazing mutual writers out there just b/c you chose to ignore warnings! I will come after you if any of you do! You have been warned!

A/sn: age gap relationship. Nat is 33 and r is 20. Sry if i failed to put this up earlier 😅

A/sn 2: This fic was heavily inspired by Bazzi's new album Infinite dream. If y'all are interested plz go listen to it on Spotify or apple music or anywhere it's available. Also, I found it interesting that there is a dessert out there called Strawberry Romanoff and its origin is really interesting. so I was inspired to name it after our fav Tasha Bear.

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Word count: 3,906 🤷‍♀️ If any of that matters. Also sry if it's very long for a first chapter 😅

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"Does it hurt?" Asked the rabbit. "Sometimes," said the skin horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are real, you don't mind being hurt." - Margery Williams Bianco, The Velveteen Rabbit

_Earth 616 Norway_ 2016_

As Natasha arrived back at her safehouse from the store, she finished the rest of her coffee and briefly prepared herself before leaving the car for anything that could be secretly waiting for her inside. With a careful step, she entered her trailer house as quietly as possible while holding her gun in front as a safe way to take point of the area if it ever was unsafe. When Natasha had come across her bedroom, she had let her guard down when she had heard her friend snoring away on her bed. Just then, as she kept her movements as quiet as possible, a look of mischief bore her face as she got closer to see if her friend, Mason, was still asleep before lightly kicking him awake, causing him to gasp in surprise.

"You're in my bed."

"I'm.. I'm not under the covers," he says to justify his reason for sleeping on her bed, even if he wasn't under the covers. Yet, that didn't mean she wasn't unhappy about it.

"Got everything on my list?"

"Got passports, entry visas, a couple of local driver's licenses. Mix and match; you should be able to stretch it to 20 or so identities."

"Fanny Longbottom?"

"What?"

"What, are you 12?"

"That's a legitimate name," he says, chuckling. "We got a generator outside. It's petrol-powered, and septic tank will flush in a couple of weeks. But you know, I have a guy coming for that. You have to haul your rubbish into town. It's just a 20-minute drive. And I've got your basic hardware kit stashed under the stairs."

"Nice," she says as gratefully as she can without giving away how distraught she is at how easy it was for the Avengers to break apart and take sides over a political deal multiple countries had signed. However, that quickly fails as Mason immediately senses that not everything is ok. Or so he thinks, as Natasha had only ever called him when she needed something, nothing more. Though she longed for a family she's never had, the Avengers she strove so hard to keep together make it as though it wasn't as it seemed or something she hoped it would be.

As Natasha deflected Mason's attempts to get her to open up a little about how she felt about the situation, Mason soon realised that maybe he should stop trying as she's only kept him at arm's length—making him walk away disapprovingly. That night as she's settled in, she cracks a beer and heats a can of soup. At the same time, she watches one of her favourite James Bond movies on her laptop to comfort her as her concerns about her life begin to come to the forefront of her mind in the hopes of straying off any nightmares she might have tonight. With the stress of her situation and the mail brought from the Budapest safe house, the last thing she needs is a nightmare to deal with when she's spent the past few days staying out of Secretary Ross's radar.

_Earth 01 New York_2016_

<!--- Y/n's pov

When I returned to the house from school and settled in, my mind began drifting over to the many binders that contained photographs of our so-called family since I had lost all interest in finishing any of my homework. As I picked one off my bookshelf in my bedroom, I began to look through all the pictures of my very early years from the day they took me in. When I reached the end of my early years, especially my first picture in the whole album, I always found it strange that there was nothing written or even an image of how I was found or why I was left at their doorstep, leaving me to die potentially. However, as tempting as it is to think about all possible scenarios of why they chose not to tell me or leave anything regarding my origins, my feelings about my longing for a home, better life and relationships with other people that I could never have become increasingly evident. Let alone accept that I would never be accepted because I wasn't normal like everyone else. Especially the fact that I have eyes that are two completely different colours already says a lot. My right eye is green, while my left eye is brown. Heterochromia is what they call it. However, mine was complete rather than the normal variation of partial or split, leaving me to wonder which eye colour I was supposed to be born with since my body clearly couldn't choose one.

That night as I lay restless, I pulled out a picture of my beloved grandfather from underneath my pillow, savouring all the stories I'd heard about how close I was with him. And not to get too philosophically profound, but from observing families afar from my times outside, I'd like to think that from the time we were born, the world would feel it was in our hands. Something we can grasp within our hands, new, exciting, and worth exploring. Something I think we once had, our first experiences of the world take the form of love, some of its joy, and may even warmth. Others' first experiences, however, are of the less fortunate. They may not even know that feeling of love, joy or warmth until they become adults. However, at only five years old, nobody once told me to savour that sliver of a taste of love and happiness while it lasted.

Because once it's gone, you can never get it back. Since the day of my grandfather's funeral, I realised my childhood had ended, and so did a piece of my heart. From that day on, my family was never the same. Or should I say my "foster parents?" Ever since they had mysteriously taken me in, I've never really known what to call them since they've never felt like family to me, let alone be anything but parental figures in my life. I've known them to constantly fight while going on a spree of breaking anything they can get their hands on and treating me like I wasn't their own. That didn't mean I wasn't at least grateful for giving me some of my basic needs, no matter how much of that was out of pity. Since the funeral, they began to fight more often, my father's family started getting into each other's throats, and lastly, his family began targeting my mother again as if she were the cause of my loving grandfather's passing. And soon enough, I was also thrown into the deep end.

Little did I know, that would also mean that I would lose every piece of who I was or what it felt like was happening. Though that would be the first of many funerals, what struck me at the time was how I could never wrap my mind around others' perspectives of how or why people love to say and believe that children do not understand and have the concept of death. Still, to this day, I can't understand those others' perspectives of how children understand death. I've always seen it as a naive frame of thinking of how children see and understand the world. And quite frankly, I find that to be insulting. However, I am not a child anymore, and I find the feeling to be mutual regarding children. Nevertheless, that doesn't excuse them for condescending behaviour to outright call a child stupid for a concept they may or may not have. Yet, I may be biased to my own experience at that age, whereas I think children at five years old can somewhat grasp the concept of death just as much as they can understand love and joy.

In the year or two that followed, I began to have unhealthy feelings of self-consciousness, frequent thoughts of suicide and contemplated self-harm in many ways. At the time, I could not define the meaning of these feelings that were happening simultaneously. That is until I vocalised the word depressed to myself by asking myself if I was depressed. Yet, I was still in the process of understanding all those feelings and why I was always in a distressed state that caused me to cry myself to sleep, no matter how terrified I was to sleep alone at night. I even began weighing myself every week to see if I had met my mother's expected weight she wanted me to be causing my relationship with food to be compromised. Gradually, I started reducing the amount I ate every day. That's until I only ate half of what my small plate could contain, just like what my mother hoped I would. Yet the more guilty I felt about it as I craved more and ate more in secret.

As I grew older, those feelings of depression and its friend anxiety grew more unbearable, causing me not ever to eat whenever those feelings started to spiral inside my head and eventually led me to skip school altogether. I would also have days where I only ate two meals a day or did not even have a proper meal. I would even go on for days on meals consisting of peanut butter sandwiches or sandwiches containing only butter and sugar, only to briefly switch to appropriate meals as I was told by my mother to avoid any added blame or abuse.

To add to the pain I got through daily, my mother would even say the most demeaning things about me since the funeral, leaving me to feel like they were true even after all those years. And when I started to believe those lies, I began looking at myself in the mirror and seeing myself as the monster she saw in me. When I turned twelve, that's when I started to realise how twisted my mother's ways were. Then before I fully understood what was happening to me, I was found in an expected predicament of being forced to psychologically convince myself that I was romantically and sexually attracted to boys, not girls, when I was seen blushing one day at school over some boy I never even liked. In reality, I've always been romantically and sexually attracted to girls long before I was even aware that homosexuality was highly frowned upon. I even once cursed whoever had given me powers when they occasionally flared up. I never knew where they came from, much less who my birth parents were. Even at that moment, I questioned what it meant to be home or even to be a family. As the reality of the moment crashed down on me, that's when I knew the answer I'd been looking for lay within my heart. This torn-apart family, this house, and this life are none of those things I was made to believe. Hell, even this reality I was living in didn't feel real. Not when I spent most of my life without knowing what it's like to have feelings and be separated from the outside world.

Meanwhile, my older brother had it easy—way too easy for my taste, at least for me. I know it's shocking to me, too, to see that I'm not the only child. In fact, my brother, Dominic, is their only biological child. He's everything every parent wants in a child, even more so for a boy. Although I'd like to disagree, I'd admit I love him as much as they do. Both of us had our fair share of sibling rivalry and heartfelt moments. However, I can never agree on or bear at any given moment how easy it is for all of our family and extended family to argue and defend him as if he were their lord and saviour for the family's good reputation. Yet, I somehow put a bad name simply by breathing. That isn't to say that I despise him for being the golden child. It wasn't because of this toxic concept of family that made me love him, but what he did for me, or at least tried for my sake, as he was the only one in my dysfunctional family that saw me as his family whom he loved.

Since then, my days have felt like nothing but a constant mind-numbing nightmare. Though, the universe occasionally likes to sprinkle in bittersweet moments to mess with my mind to make it seem like I'm invertedly going insane. But if I were, I wouldn't be surprised if it was caused by the kind of life I have. Although lately, these days have felt a lot more gruelling than usual. You frustratedly sighed as you put your grandfather's photo underneath your pillow and got out of bed, knowing you wouldn't be able to go back to sleep anytime soon and that it's been hours since being woken up by your parents fighting again. As you rummaged around your room to find something to distract you, there was only so much you could do to make your life a little better.

Sure, listening to music does help cope with the noise, but not enough to make it better by any means truly. For drawing, it's nice but not enough to give you some substance to occupy your time and mind before wondering when it's safe to go back to sleep. Then there's writing. Many of us use a powerful tool that some take for granted. At the same time, writing can give us pleasure. Yet, people don't know that writers such as myself write and create these imaginary worlds because we crave to be able to not only have a better life but also to wish to live in a different world without any setbacks. However, this hour wouldn't be great to do as well since, you know, it requires peace and being able to hear yourself think. As your parents' fights got a bit louder as the night dragged on, you resorted to listening to music, daydreaming of what it would be like to live in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, with a few changes, and absentmindedly making paper stars.  

Little did you know that your and Natasha's life would change that night as you added more green stars into your jar while she wrote in her journal.  --- >

After Natasha had written in her journal for the night after watching two James bond movies, the power in her trailer home faded out just as she was about to start another film. "oh great.." she grumbles while her cat, Liho, briefly looks at her as if asking what she's complaining about before going back to sleep on the couch.

She gets up and changes out her pants for cargo joggers, a light jacket, and light-up gloves that wrap around her hands so that she doesn't need to bring anything else before putting on her boots to assess the issue or if she begrudgingly needs to get more gas for the rest of the night. As she stepped out, she was met with a gush of cold wind that immediately made her shiver, and she wished that the power to her safe house didn't go out until morning. Yet, like all adults, she puts up with it and grabs the hardware kit from under the stairs. After assessing the issue, Natasha begrudgingly cursed Mason for getting her a crappy generator that's said to last for 12 hours when it only lasted for five hours when the tank was full. She detached the generator link, put her empty gas container into the passenger seat of her car, and drove into town for more gas.

When Natasha came back, Liho eagerly greeted her once she opened the door, causing Natasha to always pick her up so that she could even step inside the house. And just like always, she fondly smiles at Liho's antics every time she comes and greets her. Even if Natasha wasn't gone that long, she has a small reminder that she has someone always waiting for her at home, furry companion or not; it's one of the small things she cherishes. Once she has gotten herself comfortable on the couch again, this time with Liho in her lap, she unexpectedly let out a yawn before clicking on a popular series on Netflix, Stranger Things, to watch just until she falls asleep.

Meanwhile, y/n finished making another green paper star and dumped it into a jar containing other paper stars she had made. Deciding that it was enough stars for the evening, Y/n securely screwed the lid back on and decided to return to bed. However, after she got up and stretched, she let out a big yawn before taking off her headphones, hoping that her parents had finally gone to their bedrooms for the night. As Y/n ensured they were asleep, she sighed in relief before peeking at the clock to see what time it was.

3:00 A.M.

It read in bold red, making it mock Y/n for even being awake at this hour, just like it did to Spongebob. With that thought, Y/n let out a deep breath as a subtle gesture to remind herself that she'll be ok. Worries and stress still plagued Y/n, even in the back of her mind, so Y/n grabbed Ryan, her stuffed lion, into her arms and finally went back to sleep.

As Natasha decided to opt for her bed instead of the couch that night, she finally lays peacefully asleep with Liho curled up at the foot of her bed. As both women drifted deeper to sleep, Y/n and Natasha found themselves at two different ends of the same ethereal dreamscape.

"Woah… Where am I?" Y/n says, astonished at how ethereal everything looks. As a feather falls near her eye, she looks up and sees flower petals of all different colours and white feathers rain from the sky.

Not too soon after, she's greeted by her stuffed lion that Y/n loves to hug at night, only to take the shape of an actual lion not too soon. Puzzled by what was happening, Y/n got on the lion's back and took her to a waterfall that lay within a bushy groove well beyond the luscious flower field. When she gets off the lion's back, she pets its head before hesitantly walking into the body of water, where the waterfall fills a large pond. Y/n becomes perplexed at seeing her opposite reflection in the water as she stands in front of the waterfall. Her reflection showed the same raven hair she had. Yet, her skin was soft and fair, with greenish blue eyes and freckles littered across her face's sinuses, unlike Y/n's mismatched coloured eyes and smooth olive skin.

Then, as if on cue, the sun shone brighter, revealing a mysterious figure standing in the cave's shadows behind the waterfall. When trying to get a better view of the person, Y/n felt like they were compelling her to get closer. However, as she got closer to the mysterious person, the farther they were, making it seem as though it was impossible to get to them. Almost as if it was the definitive embodiment of chasing a shadow. Finally, as Y/n had stopped putting effort into catching up with the person, she found she had been able to get close enough to reach out to them. As she did, they began to fade away just before she could get a glimpse of them.

However, she felt at a loss before Y/n could process what had happened. At the same time, Y/n found herself at the end of the cave with a door embedded into the wall. She felt a sense of familiarity as she took in the door's regal yet indigenous design. Yet, she couldn't place where she may have seen it before. The door had a wonderfully crafted natural walnut-coloured frame, a gold border that laid flush underneath the natural walnut frame and added to the gold frame was black steel moulded into swirled designs. Next, the doors themselves had a beautiful smooth espresso oak wood finish, and on it was a big heart-swirled design at the top made out of the same black steel on the gold border. Finally, the handles were made out of gold with a curve towards the end. With open-minded curiosity, Y/n approached it and gently opened the door. Behind it was a bright passage that resembled something similar to what Tony Stark would design. Then without hesitation, she walked through the door while her lion walked along with her as moral support.

On the other hand, Natasha was in the middle of a debilitating nightmare. During the point of the agonising part of her nightmare, she was abruptly relieved of her pain and entered an ethereal-like dream. It was so abrupt that it took her a bit more time than usual to adjust to the natural bright light of the sun, only to realise that white feathers and flower petals of every colour fell from the sky. As Natasha takes in the beauty of the luscious flower fields, a marbled-coloured pig with a collar appears to greet Natasha with an eager oink. But then, the pig began rooting at Natasha's calf as if telling her to walk in the direction to her right. At first, her reaction was to shoo away the creature. Doing so only encouraged the pig even more. After much-rooted insistence from the pig, Natasha gave in and followed the pig into a forest just after the field of flowers and into a clearing within the forest's heart.

In the clearing, there were boulders; some covered in moss surrounded the edges of the clearing in a particular order. And on those boulders were engraved symbols, except for the one directly in front of Natasha. On that large boulder were a door that was embedded into it and the only one that was heavily covered in moss and a few mushrooms and cosmo flowers. To her discontent, the door had the same design as the ones from her time in the Red Room, making her quite hesitant to approach it to see what was on the other side.

Similarly, Natasha also felt compelled. Only when she was in front of it did the door open itself. There, as she stood in front of the open door, it showed nothing but a bright passage waiting to see what awaited her. At that moment, she closed her eyes and exhaled deeply before going through the door. Yet, because of the amount of blinding light at the end of the passage, she kept her eyes closed only to realise that the blinding light turned out to be the sunlight coming from her window, that she forgot to draw in the blinds last night. However, as Natasha was about to pull in the blinds to get more sleep, she quickly realised she was not alone. On instinct, she reached for her gun to quietly assess if the girl sleeping next to her was hostile. Still, Natasha doubted that the girl was hostile when she saw her hugging a quirky orange bear in her sleep.

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11/26 (Sun) TS blog #5

Good afternoon. 🌧

This is Tired Salaryman Tim. 🙆‍♂️

Getting to do the things I really want to do. Cleaning, laundry, grocery, cooking, all on a Sunday afternoon.

Today's rank: 6

Today's fortune is likely in consequence of the night I had. I was playing FFXIV when my best friend called me to catch up on shop talk and other things. It lasted for 6 hours according to the log lol. This is quite typical of us, although not as of late.

I mentioned before that my best friend was on a romantic manifestation kick. After being rejected by me, they went in pursuit of one of their peer acquaintances who could have been my twin brother but were also rejected by them. Now they have sworn off romance until they are around 30 so they can focus on their career first. Life is never boring for them, at least.

We spent some time analyzing my fortune and I think we were too hasty in deciding things. They purchased for us a Babbel lifetime subscription which was on my wishlist for a while. The Babbel site is known for its orange theme. But after sleeping on it, maybe it wasn't that. Maybe it was the orange gapp called Wegmans where I did my online grocery shopping.

They urged me to use this time in my life to learn the languages that I wanted since I have so much free time now. I know I will use it, I'm just a little regretful at the consumer pricing although it is a fair amount for a lifetime service. I hope my Italian will get better so I can impress the coffee shop owner down the block. He is an old man whose espresso machine is half my body and thrice my weight. I want to one day be able to say more than just "Buongiorno signore, un cafe, per favore. Grazie."

A little more about this old man. I don't know his name. I only went to his cafe once because I was never on time for him to open shop. He opens his shop later in the day and I am likely sleeping at that hour. It is really only a 5-minute walk.

The shop is decorated with Marylin Monroe paraphernalia. The food display is empty and full of junk. The only people who frequent it are Italian senior citizens and middle-aged relatives or coworkers. There is a backroom full of people just playing cards. You cannot do take out. He does not accept cards or anything fancier than cash. There are only 3 things on the menu:

Cafe - $2.00 Latte - $3.00 Cappuccino - $3.00

You get what you get and it is delicious. I'm starting to regret giving away my espresso machine. I need good coffee if I want to live long and don't become dumb.

Thinking about all this, I need to cook the potatoes. It's unrelated, but I just remembered. I also forgot to buy milk. Ah.

Another thing that was orange was a bento full of leftovers I cooked last week. Caramelized bell peppers with Italian sausages from Gianelli's. I wasn't too impressed with the sausages, but that's likely my fault for getting the Mild spicy instead of Really spicy. I will try to get that next time.

I made blueberry lavender tea for myself and Roommate N. The container of Manuka honey I used was orange. The Republic of Tea and Wedderspoon are the brands for this.

When I videocalled my stepmother, she was telling me about all the goodies she got at the grocery store ie. Chocolates and other snackings. Then she yelled at me to stop touching the knives I was sharpening with my fingers. She was scared for me and her blood pressure went up lol. I said, "Yes ok sorry I am just used to using my fingers to test sharpness." I did have a sheet of paper next to me to test it properly, and I showed it to her.

My stepmother is looking forward to me visiting in January since it is her birthday. And because I missed coming to this year's holiday events at home, I promised to visit them again at the end of next year once I have more days off saved up. I just couldn't do it this year because of my new job. I'm glad my nieces and nephews asked for me. I did miss them, and I felt a little nostalgic at the group photos my stepmother sent me.

In other news, a new photo released by NASA with the James Webb Space Telescope: Sagittarius C (NIRCam)

The star-forming region was revealed about 300 light-years from the Milky Way’s central supermassive black hole, Sagittarius A.

Highlighted in blue, our astronomers are still theorizing the process and cause/effect of these particular protostar gas emissions. This begs the question of whether clustered galaxies like these are likely to form within the center of the Milky Way or in the fringes of its spiral arms? The answer yet revealed will be another step in understanding the origin of our universe.

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[nickgerlich]

Here, Take My Money

The era of streaming has found viewers with plenty to talk about in the hallway or wherever you gather to chat.“Watched any good shows lately?” “Let me tell you about…” “You really need to watch…”

In fact, finding, watching, and sharing shows has become a new social norm, and to be into certain shows is almost a badge of honor. So much so that now we want to tell the world how cool we are by wearing our favorite shows. I’m guilty. I wore my Stranger Things stocking cap yesterday for a chilly morning walk. And I have a t-shirt and sweatshirt in the closet.

The networks have watched this, duly noted the trend, and obliged us with merch. There’s plenty of stuff available online from them for their big shows, like Hulu’s Only Murders In The Building (You really ought to watch this!) and What We Do In The Shadows (Oh man, have I laughed during Season 4!), and Max’s The Righteous Gemstones (I’m probably going to hell for liking it, but it is so good!).

In recent years, Netflix even opened pop-up shops around the country. I visited the Stranger Things store last year at Grapevine Mills Mall near Dallas. It was over the top, part TV show museum, part retail. The whole idea was customer engagement, which is a big deal these days. It worked.

And now Netflix is taking it to the next level in announcing they will open two permanent stores in 2025. Netflix House will invite visitors to immerse themselves into the show, buy merch, eat themed food, and maybe even try a Squid Game obstacle course.

Whaaaat? Everyone who failed those courses in the show died straight away. I presume there will be no losers in Netflix House. I hope. Would I do it? Oh yeah.

The goal, of course, is just basic marketing. Yes, it will certainly add to revenues, but more importantly, it will keep subscribers engaged and paying their bill each month. This is increasingly important with rising subscription fees and tight consumer budgets.

This all makes sense. Whereas Disney has theme parks to reinforce their movies, the streamers have nothing aside from those pop-ups Netflix has been doing. And while Netflix House is a big step forward, it still pales compared to going to see the Mouse in Florida or California.

Now compare this to linear broadcasting. When was the last time you saw folks doing this for a weekly show? I’ll wait. Sure, they had eyeballs, but not wallets. It’s too bad that AMC did not see the future in this, because it took my two friends to open the Breaking Bad Store in Albuquerque on their own. They have done exceedingly well, and although they opened after Breaking Bad’s run, they were open for part of Better Call Saul, the prequel. AMC aired both shows linearly via cable, so I guess it is not surprising they were stuck in the old-school mode.

If you want to hear my friends’ story, check out my podcast interview with them in Season 1 Episode 25 of BuffSpeak. These guys are too funny.

The root of all the excitement can be found in one word: Fandom. I’ve written about this before, particularly in regard to sports teams. The digital era has allowed for fandom to take off in new ways, connecting like-minded people around the world, not just in your local market.

Basically, it is easier than ever to find your people, your tribe. Better yet, thanks to streaming, we do it all in our own time. The M.A.S.H. finale drew 105 million viewers in February 1983, but they all had to tune in at the same time. In contrast, 142 million households—arguably much more than just individual viewers—watched Netflix’ Squid Game. I got so sucked in that I was watching it at 3:00 in the morning, consuming it the way precisely how Netflix intended.

I bet that Hulu, Max, and the others will be watching closely. Paramount+ (owned by CBS) could do well selling official Yellowstone merch (I have a couple of hoodies my daughters found online). Apple+ could do likewise with some of its excellent shows.

Meanwhile, my Funko Pop Squid Game characters are watching me as I type, more evidence that this fandom thing is here to stay. And whatever the next cool show to come along, you can bet there will be a huge push to monetize it.

Now if I could only find the remote…

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A Cropped Jacket and My New Favorite White Blouse

Happy Spring! I’m so excited that spring is finally and officially here! Today is going to be glorious with highs in the 70’s…my kind of day!

I’ve been a little MIA lately and trying to figure out how to fit everything in. I’m sure you’ve noticed that I’ve been cooking more and more and having so much fun, but it takes a huge amount of time to plan the videos, grocery shop, make the videos for Instagram (I hope you’re following me), clean up the kitchen, type the recipes and photograph everything! I am absolutely loving it, but as I said…it’s time consuming!

I actually have thought about becoming just a food blogger, but I don’t think I can give up the lifestyle piece! One of my greatest passions is learning about spirituality and putting what I learn into practice in my life and then sharing here on Crazy Blonde Life! I also really love fashion, decor and travel! So…please be patient with me as I navigate this new part of my life…I’m still on my Journey of Becoming! I’m excited to see where this all leads and want to be open to new possibilities! I know people are enjoying the cooking videos and recipes and that’s fun for me!

Today…I’m sharing a fashion trend for spring 2023…the cropped jacket! This trend is far from new, but it’s back for spring in every way imaginable! I’m also sharing a new-to-me brand called Brochu Walker. Read on for more…

My daughter and I had a shopping and lunch day (my favorite) last Saturday and discovered discovered a great little boutique called Gena Chandler. The boutique was filled with well curated pieces and it was hard to make a decision! It is always my preference to shop in a small boutique because I find large department stores overwhelming!

I purchased the cute cropped denim jacket (how many denim jackets does one girl need), and the fabulous white blouse I’m wearing! White blouses can be hard in my opinion, and this one by Brucho Walker is perfect! It’s made of crisp cotton, it’s opaque and fits to a tee! I love it tucked on one side with the cropped jacket.

When I got home with my prizes, I looked up Brucho Walker online and fell in love with so many pieces on the website! I would describe this brand as casual, yet sophisticated and it’s perfect for my lifestyle so I’m sure you’ll be seeing much more of these pieces here on the blog! I’ve created a boutique of some of my favorites below but be sure to check out the website!

These pictures were taken after a day of making cooking videos! I’m really trying to find some balance right now…it’s hard because I’m having fun but my life is falling apart in other areas! My laundry is piled high and my little puppy desperately wants a walk! I’m sure I’ll figure it all out…In life, the chaos comes and the chaos goes but we learn and grow along the way! To that end, I encourage you to take on new adventures and phases in life, ride out the chaos and know that it’s all leading to a richer life! There is so much out there, but you have to be willing to take a chance and ride out the storm!

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three diys for spring

Much like in an old Western, I find that when the season begins to change my hands twitch to buy new things like a hardened cowboy wiggles his fingers over his pistol, prepared to draw at the slightest prompt. Like the cowboy, I'm perhaps too aware of my own trope: stuff has started to feel like a subculture. The unintentional mindfulness imparted by moving back home has allowed me to finally clearly assess how much stuff I've acquired through a half dozen moves over the last four years and a half dozen more international trips in that same time. I am tired of consuming out of instinct. I would like to extend the grace to my things to allow them to age, yellow, fray.

One thing that no one will tell you about becoming a more mindful consumer is how important it is to literally touch your stuff as much as possible. Feel the fabric of things that you already like, notice texture, stretch, structure. Note what motifs or characteristics that you gravitate towards, get your hands deep into the pockets, zippers, folds. Write everything down. When you know more about how your things are made and work, you know better how to fix them if they break, change them over time to suit evolving needs, and therefore extend their life over and over. To calm my trigger-happy hand hovering over my gun holster, twitching in anticipation of the instant gratification of new stuff, I've handmade some items I've had my eye on or refreshed items I already owned, and in the process created three unique pieces that are not only custom to my measurements, preferences, and personal sense of style, but I know how to repair, edit should my tastes change, and style.

1. Seulgi got bitten by a dog and now I have a new top

To be clear, the dog was just playing and she was definitely fine afterwards. Kitty sent me the video and I have to say, my intrusive thoughts won.

I broke the top down into characteristics that I liked: I liked the color, the open knit texture, and a less weighty yarn for wearing crocheted fabrics in warmer weather. I was getting bored of the 4/5.5mm that I had beaten to death for two large afghan projects last year, and wanted to attempt a mid-size crochet before investing in any finer yarn or hooks for some other projects I've had in mind. I'm still not a skilled enough crocheter to work more complicated things like wearables without a pattern, so I found this pattern online and bought it for $6. The pattern recommended a fingering weight yarn, but I found superfine to be difficult to source at the craft store rather than a specialty yarn store, so I bumped it up to a 3 / 4.0mm and hoped for the best. After some math to account for a lower wraps per inch, the top came together quickly.

I was surprised with how much I liked it, especially considering the amount of scrolling on Ravelry I had to do in order to find anything fitting my exact brief, and the copious edits I had to do to fix a poorly written pattern. It's not perfect (I quite obviously dropped a stitch on the left strap, but in my defense, that's my tote bag side so it'll never be seen), but I'm happy that I was able to create something inspired but not a carbon copy. Crochet also isn't replicable by machine and is labor intensive, so I was glad to make it rather than buy it from a producer with questionable ethics.

2. Reverse engineering

This project was more of an attempt at a 1:1 dupe than my first project, which is much more my typical modus operandi, but I'll rebut that the source material I was working from was of vastly different quality. I found this picture on Pinterest, and immediately thought, 'I could do that'.

I already had the pants in mind when I set out to try this, meaning that I didn't need to wait for the right piece to materialize at the thrift store. I bought these khaki Dickies to wear for a weirdly smart-casual dress code internship a few years ago but hadn't reached for them in a while because of their awkward length and color, both of which I knew I could change if I attempted this DIY. They were also straight-leg, which I suspected the V-split hem would open up just the right amount for a gentle bell shape as in the reference picture.

One thing I knew would be a concern going into this project was the task of neatly hemming the awkward shape of the cutout, particularly the sharp inner corner. As the fabric tapered off, I wouldn't be able to sew it down and the corner itself was likely to fray. To remedy this, I added the tiniest strip of fabric, doubled over to create a clean edge, to extend the width of the hem so that both sides would overlap to reinforce the point. I also pressed and sewed the pleated inserts at this point, also requiring a bit of trial and error. Pleats this small decreased the length of the piece by about half, so I was using an entire yard of fabric to go around the circumference of the pant leg. Some Googling also taught me that a 1:2 mixture of vinegar and water, sprayed on and then ironed, helps keep pleats sharp and in place, so I had to let the inserts hang dry in my bathroom for a few days to let the smell dissipate.

As you can see, I initially sewed the outside set of stitches on the hem (everything in this project was sewn by hand, because I just can't bring myself to invest in a sewing machine), assuming that when dyed black the stitches would disappear. Clearly, I was optimistic about this plan working, because they were incredibly haphazard. Despite being ugly, the shape of the cutout was coming together correctly, and I moved onto dying the pants black using synthetic fabric dye to account for the cotton polyester mix. The first round came out of the dryer an extremely underwhelming gray, but the second round, done on the stovetop, produced a dark gray that I was happy with as a lighter alternative to black for spring. However, this meant that the ugly black stitches running down either side of the V were extremely visible, and I ripped out the stitches and turned to iron-on hem tape to hold everything together and not have to compromise the overall effect, despite initially wanting to stay away from it for washability purposes.

I attached the inserts by turning everything inside out and using the hem tape to attach the sewn edge of the pleats just above the V-cutout, hiding the seam and adding just about an inch to the length of the pants. At this point I was extremely satisfied with how everything was coming together. The final details were just the bows, which I was increasingly suspect of, all the way up until I attached them.

I already had a little bit of chain and sewed tiny loops onto the bit of loose hem on the inside of the V-hem so the join would be invisible. These are, in effect, crowdsourced pants.

At time of post I still haven't decided which looks better, but again, knowing the construction of these will allow me to easily change from option to another, extending the wearability and life of these. The one downside is that I will likely have to spot clean these as much as possible, because any washing, machine or by hand, will totally destroy the pleats because I didn't starch them (I didn't have any, and I was getting sick of running to the store). Barring any major disaster, these will probably spend a few hours in the freezer between wears to kill any bacteria, a la Japanese raw denim enthusiasts. Should push come to shove, I can remove the bow/chain detail and repress the pleats using the vinegar trick because they're sown down, but please, no one wedding-guest-wearing-white me.

3. Reverse engineering, but make it /r/FashionReps hates me

This technically isn't something I did recently, but it's still one of my favorites. I saw someone on Tiktok wearing the Rick Owens Docs, and I didn't even have to Google them to know they would be impossible to find and exorbitantly expensive.

Instead, I kept an eye on Poshmark for a few months before finding a pair of white platform Chelsea Docs for $40. The white leather hadn't held up nicely in color but they were otherwise solid in wear and construction. I rubbed off the finish with some rubbing alcohol and painted them black using acrylic leather paint, effectively disguising any damage. I bought the longest white shoelaces I could find and got them to a dirty gray by soaking them in water with the tiniest amount of black paint. Working first with eyelash glue just to place the O-rings correctly, I laced them up and came up with these dupes.

This worked for a picture, but I had to bite the bullet and drill holes into the boots to screw the O-rings down instead of just gluing them (the coward's option). This ended being the right decision, because they sit much more nicely and are much sturdier. I ended up with a visually similar pair of boots for a tenth of the price that no one but a specific type of Rick Owens fashion chad would call me out for.

Because this isn't a recent DIY, I can report back that these have needed a little TLC after heavy wear to get them looking good again. I'm pretty rough with them, so leather paint sometimes cracks and expose the white at certain pressure points, which is a 10-second fix. The O-rings tend to break, especially at the toes, because they're not really meant to withstand the roughness of shoe-wear, but I have extras so I can replace them quickly. I cannot express how often I reach for these, and how important it has been that I can fix them myself.

4. Conclusion?

Touch your stuff. I'm so serious.

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But with social media ethics I believe there are many great examples everywhere too like my local record store Doome Records on Instagram (@doomedrecordsri). This nice store owner posts everyday promoting the days he’s open, new records/media, and a look into his life. This shows a great social media ethics where the promotion of the days he’s open because he’s unusually not open Monday or Tuesday so he knows as a business owner he has to let it be known, and he also lets it known everyday he’s getting new merchandise showing his growing business via his instagram stories. I can’t go on instagram without the owner seemingly posting a new story promoting the best deals. I really admire this angle of social media presence, showing great ethics to the audience. I would personally do the exact same thing if I were personally in the position of being a small business owner, because the reason I went to Doome Records is because of the stories on Instagram after my friend shared a link to their page. In two examples of great ethic practices including the fact that whenever someone puts up a band flier in his store he personally puts it on his story, and just today the store wasn’t open instead of just not posting any news about the store today he shares a photo of him with his children which gives the viewers a sort of community feel as it feels like a friend sharing family photos.

This give great inspiration when becoming a social media professional:

Real quick let's talk about the negatives of social media I will avoid in hope for a better image including, avoiding specific views but give in with my general views, avoid reacting in anger, and lastly I would always try to stay active online to maintain community.

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this is a part of the sewer’s valentine’s day collab! please be sure to check out all the amazing writers & artists on the list here! thank you for letting me be a part of it! 💗 

Pairing: Itadori Yuuji x Female!Reader 

Warnings: Smut (18+), Alcohol Intoxication

Word Count: 4.8k+

A/N: Here’s my first fic for the JJK fandom! I hope its turned out alright 😩💗 my pink item for the collab was pink vodka! I wound up having quite a bit of fun writing this, Yuuji’s just prime playful sex material and I love it 😍 If you’re uncomfortable with themes of sexual acts being initiated under the influence of alcohol then please don’t read. All characters are aged 18+.

[You: 22:42] Put some pants on I’m coming over [Yuuji: 22:43] U better bring food [You: 22:43] I got something better! [You: 22:50] OPEN THE DOOR YUUJI

Stumbling into the apartment, you clutch at the bag slung over your shoulder that contains the surprise you’ve brought along with you, “Are you deaf?”

“Ah, sorry, I had my headphones in,” He scratches at the back of his neck before closing the door, “What’d you bring? Is it for me?”

“I barely even walked through the door!” You roll your eyes, feeling his curious gaze at your shoulder as you place the contents of the bag onto the coffee table: a bottle and two shot glasses.

Pink liquid sloshes inside the glass container, grabbing the man behind you’s attention. Yuuji reaches over and picks up the bottle, reading the label until it clicks what exactly you’ve brought with you. 

“You pick tonight, before I have to go on a mission in the morning to bring alcohol over?” He whines, tilting the liquor back and forth with mindless fascination, “This looks like a girly drink anyways.”

“It’s vodka, come on you can drink a little with me yeah? Unless you’re gonna pass out early on me like last time, you lightweight.”  

Shifting anything into a challenge is a surefire way to get Yuuji to become an active participant, always striving to improve, including how much alcohol he can consume supposedly. You smirk in victory while he goes to find a bottle opener, mumbling about how he’s going to prove you wrong this time. 

“Is Megumi here?” Making yourself comfortable on the thrifted couch, you inquire on his roommate’s whereabouts. After leaving Jujutsu Tech, you and Nobara sought out a small apartment in the city while Yuuji and Megumi found one a bit closer to your alma mater. 

Nobara normally accompanied you on the trip up the mountains to their place, but she had left the apartment that evening for an overnight mission. It seemed Megumi was just as busy too, “Nah, Gojou-sensei asked him to join on a last minute thing.”

“I’ll just have to record you passed out in the bathroom then.” You tease, remembering the last time all four of you had gotten together and drank. Faint memories of Yuuji barely holding down his liquor as he stormed to the bathroom plagued your mind, followed by all of you finding him knocked out cold on the tiled flooring twenty minutes later. 

He inserts the bottle opener, using his superhuman strength to yank the cork out in one fell swoop, “Let’s make a bet; you win, which you won’t, you can record me admitting defeat and post it online, I win, I get you to do something for me.” 

“First of all, how do we determine who wins?” You raise an eyebrow, holding your glass out for Yuuji to pour the pink liquid in, “Second, what exactly would I do for you?”

“Whoever says no to another shot first, loses, and I haven’t figured it out yet, you scared? Hm?” Placing the bottle down, he glances over at you and wags his eyebrows tauntingly, waiting for you to snatch the bait you tossed his way earlier when you challenged him to drinking in the first place.

The shot glass brushes against your lips before you allow the alcohol to effortlessly glide down your throat, swallowing it all in one go, “You’re on.”

Yuuji’s wolfish grin has your stomach at an immediate disadvantage, with the way it feels like numerous knots have formed within the space currently reserved for liquor. You divert your attention to the television, grabbing the remote and flicking through movies to find the perfect candidate.

After downing his first shot of the evening, he points forwards, “Oh! Oh! Let’s watch a horror movie!” 

It would make for a good drinking game, you think to yourself as you click on the horror genre, a myriad of bloody thumbnails coating the screen. The amount of cliches alone would have both of you finishing the first bottle after one movie. Yes, you brought a second, unable to resist the buy one get one half off deal the liquor store was having. 

You both agree on watching the classic Scream movies, taking shots for specific horror movie tropes that appear along with every time either one of you falls for a jumpscare. 

“Y/N…” Yuuji suddenly whispers at your side only minutes into the film, “You want popcorn? I want popcorn.”

“Hurry up then! Can’t have you cheating by getting a snack.” You tease, laughing to yourself at the way he dashes to the kitchen to throw a bag of kernels into the microwave. 

He leans on the archway between the two rooms while waiting for the appliance to ding, but you didn’t notice until you visibly flinch at the sight of a chair being thrown through a window on screen, “I saw that! Take a shot!”

“Wha– that’s not fair! I can’t tell if you flinch from here!” You whip your head around only to be met with his toothy grin, “Yuuji!” 

“Are you scared of losing that bad?” That puts an instant scowl on your lips; he knows you’re just, if not more competitive than he is when it comes to silly games like these. By the time Yuuji returns to your side with a bowl of fresh popcorn in tow, you’ve long since took your second shot of the night. 

Minutes tick by, drinks are taken, and you’re beginning to feel the alcohol buzzing through your system. The buttery snack is nearly gone, the pink-haired man at your side having practically devoured most of it. Your fingers walk along the plastic bowl in search of more, refusing to tear your gaze from the movie, until they suddenly meet another hand.

This paired with the suspense building in the film has you jumping slightly in your seat. Yuuji lets out a loud laugh as you glance in his direction with an incredulous look on your complexion, “Sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you!”

“Here,” He brings the last piece of popcorn towards your face, waiting patiently for you to part your lips. As you do, his fingertips just barely brush against them, causing your body temperature to rise very quickly at the contact. Yuuji’s soft, gentle eyes don’t waver from your own pair for what feels like an eternity and your tipsy brain is going on and on about how attractive your best friend really is–

That is, until a loud noise coming from the television yet again has your entire body jolting in surprise, “Fuck!” 

“Thas’ another shot.” Yuuji slurs only slightly, turning back towards the film as he leans over and pours you the drink this time. 

“It’s not fair,” A whine escapes your throat before liquor is yet again poured down it, shaking your head at the bitter taste, “You’re trained to be good at this.” 

Suddenly an arm is draped over your shoulder, tugging you closer to the male’s sturdy frame, “Come ‘ere, I’ll protect you from the big bad scary movie.”

You’re about to protest how that actually wouldn't help, but the next jumpscare rolls around and you’re unwavering at the gruesome sight. That, paired with how safe you actually feel when pressed against Yuuji’s side, has you shifting closer until your head is laid on his shoulder and your legs are curled underneath you. 

His fingertips wander along your arm, mindlessly tracing shapes against your skin and chuckling to himself whenever goosebumps form in his wake. Shots are now chugged straight from the bottle, neither of you wanting to detach from the other but both unable to express that aloud. 

It would be so easy to blame your feelings on the copious amount of alcohol, but the liquid courage has only brought your infatuation to the forefront of your thoughts. Being wrapped in Yuuji’s embrace was something you hadn’t realized you wanted, even needed, until this very moment. 

Your mind is swirling by the time the first bottle is actually finished and you’re halfway through the second movie. Unable to stop anything that spills from your unfiltered mouth, you blurt out, “Yuuji, you’re like, a human radiator, what the fuck.”

“Oh!” He hiccups, “Are you too warm? I can...I can move or turn on the fan–” 

The attempt he makes at lifting himself from the couch is futile, his wobbling legs giving out on him along with you refusing to let go, “No! I like it.”

“Gotta get alcohol too, we finished the bottle and there’s still the second movie and oh I think there’s a third one too if I’m not mistaken–”

“No- no more shots,” Just the thought of more liquor makes your stomach churn; you had definitely reached your limit a few shots prior but if you push it any farther, you might be the one with their head in the toilet this evening. 

Your admission of defeat has Yuuji turning to fully face you, his button nose nearly brushing against your own, “I win?”

“Yeah,” The words sting your stubborn tongue, “You win, I’ll do whatever you want, but be nice!” 

“I almost forgot about that! Hmm...” 

His eyes search yours while he silently thinks of what he wants as “compensation” for winning the silly drinking game, the movie you both once paid close attention to now only background noise. You could just faintly feel his breath on your lips, the gap between both of you subconsciously growing smaller.

A dust of pink coats Yuuji’s cheeks when he finally speaks again, “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes-” You manage to exhale before his lips crash onto yours, the taste of popcorn still lingering on his mouth. The kiss is sweet, albeit clumsy from your intoxicated state of mind, but it has Yuuji giggling nonetheless. He tries to contain himself, opting to release soft hums like he’s just taken a bite of decadent chocolate. 

“Wow,” The pink-haired male gasps out as you pull back just enough for some much needed air, “I’ve been wanting to do that for years.”

“Years?” You manage to squeak out, leaning back just enough to look into those warm, brown eyes. 

Yuuji appears like a deer caught in headlights, realizing the words that just stumbled off his tongue, “I- uh...yeah, I hope that isn’t weird–” 

It's your turn to cut him off with a kiss, right after adjusting yourself on the couch just enough that you could toss your arms over his shoulders, dragging his body closer to yours. Deft fingers play with the small strands of hair at the back of his head, eventually raking his locks between them. His own hands find solace at your hips, guiding you onto his lap without pause. 

A part of you was still in disbelief, unable to understand how you had gone from watching scary movies to making out on the couch. You don’t even get an opportunity to dwell on it, Yuuji’s lips forcing yours open just enough for him to guide his tongue inside. The feeling of him eagerly exploring every cavern of your mouth with the pink muscle has your legs clenching at his sides, heat beginning to pool between them. 

Then, unexpectedly– “Ow!” Your teeth clack, forcing you apart from one another in surprise and slight pain. 

“I’m so sorry,” He brings his palm to the side of your complexion, an adorable pout spread along his bottom lip, “I think I drank a bit too much.”

“It’s okay, me too.” You laugh, leaning into his touch. The way Yuuji gazes at you in this moment makes you feel like a goddess, nothing but absolute adoration swimming in his irises. Had he truly felt this way for you all this time without you catching on?

Slowly, you meet him in the middle again, this kiss much less rushed than before. What once felt like roaring waves crashing onto the earth’s surface, overwhelming all of your senses, had calmed to soft laps at the sand, gently guiding you into the ocean. Occasionally, a small hiccup or a breathy laugh would leave one of your mouths, still in disbelief that this was actually happening. 

Yuuji’s lips then leave yours in favor of pressing them along your jawline, peppering your skin with feather-like delicacy. His travels lead him to the curve of your neck, your head lolling to the side to give him easy access. When his teeth first bare themselves and tug at your sensitive skin you subconsciously grind your hips down and let out a shaky exhale. 

“Do that again.” He mumbles, fingers curling harder into your sides, “Please.”

Another roll of your hips has him whining against you, gathering your once unlittered skin between his teeth as he coaxes a mark to form under his ministrations. With your lips just barely parted, you release a needy moan, the noise traveling to both Yuuji’s ears and the space between his legs. 

Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was your infatuation settling on the surface, but every touch was so warm and only made you crave more. You set a lazy pace of rocking your hips against the man beneath you, digging your fingernails into the back of his scalp as he continued to mark up your skin, practically claiming you as his. You want that, you think to yourself, you want to be his.

As his mouth travels back up in search of your lips, you speak against them, “Take off your shirt.”

You emphasize your request by blazing a hand down to the hem of his loose tee, tugging at the soft material. Yuuji’s half-lidded eyes open a bit wider at the suggestion, “Are you sure? Listen, I know we’re kinda drunk, but I really do like you, like a lot. I wish I would’ve had the courage to do this sooner–”

“I like you too,” Cutting Yuuji off on his tangents seems to be an ongoing trend that evening, “I want this, I want you, so make me yours.” 

While he takes a moment to process the words just spoken to him, you decide to make yourself loud and clear by yanking your shirt up and over your head, tossing it onto the hardwood floor without a second glance. His eyes immediately divert to your now partially exposed breasts, intricate lace holding them close together. 

“You’re so pretty,” Yuuji blurts out, tentatively bringing one hand back to your cheek, “If you ever want to stop just tell me, promise?”

Glancing down, you notice he’s held out his other hand with only his pinky sticking up. With a light giggle you nod, curling your own finger around his to seal the deal. The next thing to escape your mouth is a squeal, Yuuji’s lips returning to your own with a renounced fervor. 

Except you tug harshly at his shirt, reminding him that you wanted it off and you wanted it off now. He follows through this time, detaching himself from your mouth only temporarily. 

The pads of your fingers immediately explore his newly exposed frame, feeling his body shiver under your cool touch. His hands trail down your arms, palms gliding along your skin until they nearly meet one another at your perky breasts. When he stalls momentarily, you whine in protest against his lips and eagerly press your body closer to his warmth. 

Yuuji uses your silent plea as encouragement to continue, pressing indents into your soft mounds and toying with the bra that separates him from your hardening nipples. Despite that, he runs his thumbs over them through the flimsy fabric, chuckling at the breathless noise you produce in response. 

He goes silent the moment the palm of your hand presses against his clothed erection, fingers curling around his length through his sweatpants. Gasping into your mouth, you take this opportunity to invade his with your tongue while slowly sliding a hand down his shaft. 

“Can I take your pants off?” You eventually ask, causing him to halt his ministrations.

He’s quick to comply though, nodding and begging against your lips, “Yes, please.” 

It still didn’t stop him from pouting when you lifted yourself from his lap, but his expression quickly shifts when he watches you sink onto your knees directly in front of him. With your calves resting on the hardwood floor, you reach up and curl your impatient fingers around the waistband of his sweats, yanking them down in one fell swoop.

You were fully expecting to have to drag a pair of briefs down his toned thighs, but you’re pleasantly surprised when his cock springs free and slaps at his toned abdomen. Glancing up, you notice the way Yuuji’s caught his bottom lip between his teeth, eyebrows furrowed when he meets your gaze. 

“Don’t hold back any pretty noises from me Yuuji.” His mouth parts ever so slightly, obeying your command while never tearing his eyes from you. 

Your delicate fingers immediately wrap around the base, feeling his hot skin throb at the sudden touch. A small puddle of precum rests along his lower stomach, having come from his drooling head. 

Yuuji sucks in a deep breath when your tongue lolls out of your mouth, but the tension seemingly dissipates when you begin lapping at his leaking slit, “Hah! That tickles!”

Repeating the action, you’re unable to stop yourself from eliciting another bout of laughter from the pink-haired male. You swallow his precum with an amused grin, watching him through your lashes to gauge his next reaction.

“Oh fuck…” All laughter dies in his throat when you take the entire head between your lips, sucking hard at the sensitive skin. Low groans escape past clenched teeth instead, one of his hands digging into the cushion with so much strength he might just tear it to shreds.

The further you travel down his length, the more vocal Yuuji is in return. His unoccupied hand travels between your locks, seeking any sort of purchase to keep himself from cumming in twenty seconds flat. 

Despite that, he truly wasn’t prepared for just how amazing it felt when you began bobbing up and down along his veiny cock, your hand stroking what wouldn’t fit. He refuses to tear his gaze away, refuses to let his eyes close in bliss and miss even a second of the view in front of him. 

This goes on for what feels like forever: your big, soft eyes peering up at him while his cock is wedged between your pouty lips, a culmination of saliva and precum beginning to spill down your chin. If he peeks even further down he can see your perky nipples straining against your bra; it was a sight he wants to burn into his memory for the rest of his life. 

“You’re so perfect, so good, please don’t stop, please, please, please–” Yuuji begs, accidentally thrusting his hips upwards in desperation. The feeling of his head at the back of your tight throat has you instantly gagging, tears pooling at your lower lash line.

It takes him a few moments to notice those tears now rolling down your cheekbones, quickly loosening his grip and allowing you to remove yourself from his length, “Did I hurt you?” 

“No, no,” You reassure him after a much needed breath, brushing your swollen lips along the prominent vein that runs down his cock, “I kinda liked it.”

He doesn’t even get a chance to respond to such a blunt statement before you’re hollowing out your cheeks and sucking him back into the wet cavern of your mouth. The muscles in his thighs begin to tense with his rapidly impending orgasm, fingernails digging harshly into your scalp while he chants praise after praise into the thick air.

“I’m so close, hah, if you don’t- if you don’t stop I’m gonna,” Yuuji tries to speak with some cohesiveness, but it dissolves into debauched blabber when your hand reaches up and begins massaging his aching balls, “I’m gonna cum!”

This spurs you on further, taking him as deep as you can until you nearly choke on his head once more. Your nose almost rests on his pubic bone when his grip on your hair tightens, forcing you to keep still as he spills thick, hot cum into your eager mouth. His eyes are screwed shut as he pumps ropes of white fluid down your throat, long, guttural moans passing his lips.

Persistence is key, you tell yourself as you refuse to release him until you’ve swallowed every single last drop. Until finally the overstimulation gets too much to bear and Yuuji yanks you off of his softening cock.

“Wow,” He exhales, allowing you to glide his sweats back up his frame and climb into his inviting lap.

You can’t help but giggle at his blissed out state, pecking his lips once, twice– before speaking, “Wow? That’s all you can say?”

“I think you sucked my brain out too,” Yuuji whines, hands resting comfortably on your pert ass, “Before I go completely braindead, let me return the favor.”

“You’re so dumb, Yuuji–!” A squeal is ripped from your throat when your back meets the couch cushions, bouncing ever so slightly before a lean figure hovers over you. 

The smile spreading across his complexion is contagious, those pretty brown eyes sparkling as he peers down at you, “You’re so beautiful, you know that? I’ve wanted this for so, so long.” 

Your legs squeeze around his waist, drawing him closer until you can reach forward and capture his mouth in yet another fleeting kiss. This entire evening feels like a fever dream, or rather a wet dream from the depths of your subconscious. One might mistake it for fantasy if his words of praise and gentle touches didn’t ground you back, back to the reality where Yuuji is now trailing his soft lips down the column of your neck. 

He continues his journey downwards until reaching the swell of your breasts, nuzzling his nose into your cleavage and mumbling into your skin, “Tell me if I do anything you don’t like, okay?”

“Okay.” You nod, watching as he leaves a few more pecks along the tops of your chest before descending down yet again. Eventually, your legs drop back down onto the couch, Yuuji’s mouth and hands hovering over the waistband of your leggings. 

Wasting no time, he eagerly curls his fingers around the material and rolls them down your thighs, your calves, and over your feet so he can cast them aside. You feel so exposed, your matching bra and panty set on full display to the man above you. If you look closely, you can see the way he drags his tongue over his bottom lip at the sight. 

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” Yuuji groans before burying his face between the apex of your thighs without warning, like a tiger pouncing on its prey. All you see are pink tufts of hair as he drags his tongue along your clothed slit, impatient to get a taste of you.

He remains like this for what feels like too long, refusing to toss your panties aside as he sucks at the drenched lace while massaging the inside of your thighs with his palms, “Yuuji, please.”

“Hm?” Peeking his head up, he gets a glimpse of just how desperate you truly are; your eyes glassy, bottom lip puckered out, fingernails digging into the couch cushion, “What is it?”

“Take em off already!” You’re full on whining, jutting your hips up to emphasize your point. 

He can’t stop himself from laughing before hooking his index fingers on the sides of your panties, growing more and more excited by the second. Neither of you expect the material to actually tear off of your frame from his mass enthusiasm, though, “Whoops.”

“You’re so lucky you’re cute.” You chide, but the sheepish grin Yuuji shoots your way has rendered you unable to be upset at the ruined underwear. 

Finally tossing the flimsy lace aside, his next words run shivers down your spine, “I’ll make it up to you.”

His mouth descends onto your cunt in a flash, diving headfirst between your sopping wet folds with renowned fervor. The pink muscle of his tongue leaves no part of you untouched, eagerly lapping up whatever your body has to give him. You cry out in pleasure, thighs trapping Yuuji between them, even though there’s nowhere else he’d rather be in this moment than eating you out like a man starved.

When he isn’t dipping his tongue into your tight little hole, his lips are gathering your clit between them and sucking hard at the sensitive bud. Your eyes are rolling to the back of your skull, the heel of your foot digging into his toned back in search of some sort of purchase. 

Just when you thought it couldn’t feel anymore amazing, he reaches down and presses not one, but two fingers at your entrance. He hums against your clit at just how hot and tight your walls feel around the appendages, wondering how good it would feel if it was his cock instead. 

Tears begin rolling down your cheeks at the intense pleasure coiling in your lower abdomen; all these different sensations coming together in an attempt to drive you over the edge. From his mouth sucking fervently at your clit, to his fingers rapidly thrusting against that spongy spot inside of you, you were sure to tip over fast and hard.

“Yuuji, I’m- I’m so close already–!” Your voice cracks when he suddenly inserts a third, stretching you even further, “Please!”

Ever eager to satisfy, he picks up his pace even more, fucking you on his thick fingers and lavishing your fluttering cunt with his warm mouth. The pleasure is becoming too much to handle, your legs shaking rather violently, your climax so close. 

You reach for his pink locks, tangling your fingers through them when your orgasm suddenly hits you like a freight train, a loud cry tearing through your throat. Yuuji coaxes you through it by refusing to halt his ministrations, enjoying the way you’re gushing around his digits and into his awaiting mouth.

When you start to come down from your high though, you realize he’s still very much between your legs, “Hah! No more! It’s too sensitive!” 

“I think I’m gonna have to buy a new couch.” Is the first thing Yuuji says when he finally lifts himself up, your cum coating the entire lower half of his complexion, “You came a lot.” 

“You’re embarrassing.” You instantly cover your face, growing warm with abashment at the realization. 

The first thing you see when he eventually moves your hands is his concerned expression, having wiped away your slick with some napkins laid on the coffee table, “I thought it was really hot, but next time we should put a towel down or something.”

“Next time?” You squeak, completely forgetting how this entire ordeal came to fruition in the first place; him kissing you and admitting that he’s harbored feelings for you for years.

“I mean…yeah,” Yuuji’s cheeks go pink at the insinuation, “But I know we did things kind of backwards, so I’d really like to take you out on a date sometime, if you’d want.”

His words were sober, the alcohol having long since passed through both of your systems. Your own heart melts at the way he lays his own on the table, unwavering in his infatuation for you. Before vocalizing your answer, you lean up and capture his lips for the umpteenth time that evening in a toe-curling kiss. 

“I’d love to go out with you, Yuuji.” 

BONUS

The front door creaks when Megumi forces it open, cursing to himself about needing to fix it one of these days. It’s nearly seven in the morning when he returns to his small apartment and the only thing he wants to do is throw himself into bed and sleep for many, many hours.

Except, the sight in front of him has his left eye twitching: an empty alcohol bottle lays on the coffee table along with a bowl of unpopped kernels, numerous shot glasses, and a pair of lace panties. The television was still on, playing some vintage horror film he didn’t recognize.

He has half a mind to storm into Yuuji’s room and give him a piece of it, and he decides to do exactly that. Though, when he slams open his roommate’s bedroom door he’s met with a sleeping Yuuji holding you tightly in his embrace, a large blanket draped over both of your frames.

“Huh.” Megumi tilts his head to the side, realizing he should have expected it to be you, after all those years of listening to his friend’s pining. 

The anger subsides only slightly, telling himself he’s still going to yell at both of you for not cleaning up when suddenly a mouth manifests itself onto the back of Yuuji’s hand, “Disgusting, isn’t it. At least you didn’t have to listen to it.”

Not necessarily disgusting, Megumi thinks, but he’s way too tired to deal with any of this anymore and begins to retreat to his bedroom when, “I wouldn’t suggest sitting on that couch anytime soon, either.”

Definitely too tired for this shit.

thank you for reading! please let me know your thoughts! 💗

[henry-and-the-seven-lords]

Hello @gluttonousfruit you are in fact my first request. (I did not forget about you in moving my blog.) I am super excited to have anyone ask me to write something! Also I would love to be friends! Feel free to message me through asks or in private DMs! I hope you enjoy the imagine!

Warnings: Fluff with a small amount of angst because Levi doubts himself 😞

Brothers Masterlist | Dateables Masterlist

Levi with an Animator S/O

"Okay MC, I know we just finished 'Swimming Only Leads to Hot Mermaids,' but I was thinking since we are already watching otomes, we should watch another series that everyone is recommending online!" Levi says this as he begins to pull out one DVD and place in another while bouncing on the balls of his feet like an excited puppy.

"I guess I could watch one more series, but it better be a good one. Sure the mermaids were attractive, but there wasn't much of a plot." MC says with a yawn. A quick look over to the clock, and it reads 11:48 PM in a blinding blue light. Not too late for one of Levi's normal bingefests, but a little too late for MC when they have classes tomorrow.

"No, I promise this one is good. Everyone is talking about the art style. They say it is so original that it's captivating." Levi walks to the small futon briskly and plops himself down next to MC as he continues to ramble about the art. His voice slowly trails off as the opening begins to play.

As the music fills MC's ears, they perk up and a small smile appears on their face. "Levi, could this perhaps be, 'I Went to Hell For a Weekend and Got Stuck in a Love Heptagon with Seven Incubi'?"

Levi faces MC in shock. The look on their face is quite smug. (In all seriousness, it reminds Levi of Mammon when he wins poker, but he doesn't want to be think about his brother while looking at MC. So he pushes that thought away.) This anime came out only the day before their bingefest. And even then, Levi had this copy pre-ordered for this very occasion and it arrived before any stores were selling physical copies. There is no way a normie like MC could have heard about its release. Does this mean MC isn't such a normie after all?

"You heard of this show already?" The surprise in his voice was impossible to hide.

"Yeah, I have heard of it." MC smiles and chuckles quietly, "I have never actually seen it, but I have heard the opening quite a few times."

"Oh..." Levi sighs. He was so stupid. Of course MC had heard the opening. It is all over his Devilgram and they were on their phone for part of the last show, so they obviously just heard it on there. Levi deflates looking solemn. It was just a pipe dream that MC would ever be interested in his yucky otaku interests.

"Hey! There is no reason to be all sad just because I know the name of the show. I still haven't seen the whole thing. My first time watching will still be with you Levi, isn't that special enough?" The smile on MC's face seemed sincere enough, but the words that came out of their mouth made blood rush up to Levi's cheeks. Their first... did they really mean to say it like that?...

As thoughts begin to flood Leviathan's head the show began. It was true the art style was captivating. So captivating in fact, that he forgot about his embarrassment. But MC's words still lingered in his mind as he watched the show.

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"Well, I am dead tired." MC stands cracking their aching joints as they look at the clock. 2:37 AM. It was that late already? "I think I need to head to bed Levi. I have classes in the morning and I need at least a few hours of sleep."

"Are you sure?" Levi was just starting to enjoy MC's presence. At the beginning of the night, he was on edge trying to make everything perfect. Levi did want to mess up by being a yucky Otaku and give them a reason to leave him all alone. But as the night progressed, (and more snacks were consumed) he felt increasingly more comfortable with sharing his favorite shows with MC. "I have other shows we could watch to pass the time, or we could play this new game I got-"

MC walks over to Levi and gently sets their hands on his shoulders, "Games and anime are great, but what I need right now is sleep." MC watched as Levi's face filled with a blush and his eyes flashed with hurt. "I am not leaving because I am mad... or sad... or anything really. I just need to sleep, Leviathan." Their voice was barely above a whisper as they said his name. How could he disagree with them when they said his name like that; all the while, looking deep into his eyes. He felt like he could explode.

As MC turns away, the demon in question then sighs mutters a quiet "okay" under his breath. "Don't worry, Levi. This isn't the last time I will watch anime with you. I promise we can do another one of these when another new anime comes out." MC begins to pick up their things. A blanket they brought with them to keep warm in Levi's cold room and the rest of their human snacks. "Besides, I really liked that one, and I have heard they are already making season two." As they speak, MC makes their way across the room to the gigantic tank.

"Wait. How do you-"

"Good night Henry. Good night Levi." And with that, MC leaves. Closing the door behind them.

How did MC know about a second season? Even he, the Great Otaku Levi, has not heard about a season two on any forums or on any other website... After thinking about it, Levi suspects it's probably on Devilgram like the opening was. To prove his theory, he pulls out his D.D.D. and opens up Devilgram to the 'I Went to Hell For a Weekend and Got Stuck in a Love Heptagon with Seven Incubi' page. He scrolls through their posts and finds the opening, like he predicted, but what he didn't predict was their most recent post.

"This show would not have been possible without MC. Thank you for making such a great story and great art to go along with it!"

Levi reads the caption once, twice, thrice and is speechless. The photo for this post is none other than his MC standing with a hand drawn piece of the protagonist. He can even see their signature in the corner when he zooms in! He knew that they liked to draw, but he never thought they would make an anime.

Without thinking, Levi gets up and begins to run to MC's room. He needs to know that this isn't some sort of elaborate prank that MC and Satan brewed up to make him like a normie more.

The door to MC's room busts open, "MC!" The room is completely dark except for the light shining in through the doorway.

"Levi...? Is that you? Is something wrong?" MC's voice is soft and laced with sleep. If this were any other time, Levi would have screamed over their cuteness, but today he had a mission. He immediately marches up to the half asleep MC and promptly shoves his phone in their face.

"Did you make 'I Went to Hell For a Weekend and Got Stuck in a Love Heptagon with Seven Incubi'?" MC sits up and squints as their eyes adjust to the blinding screen and look at the post.

"Um... yeah. That's me isn't it?" Silence takes over the room, before Levi begins to scream.

"WAHHHHH! MC, why didn't you tell me!" Thankfully with the phone only being pointed at MC, they can't see the blush spreading across his face.

"Well, I didn't want you to treat me differently because I make anime." Laying back down as they speak, MC tucks a pillow under their head and looks up to where they guess Leviathan's face is. "Besides, I thought it was really cute how you were fanboying, and I didn't want you to stop because you knew you were in the presence of the creator." A small smile makes it's way on to MC's face as Levi feels his own get hotter.

Now covering his face, Levi quickly makes his way to the door while muttering, "You can't just say things like that..." As he begins to close the door, he pauses and opens it up again while looking back, "Can you tell me more about your show tomorrow, MC?" His voice sounds small compared to his previous scream.

"Of course Levi. We can talk for as long as you like."