#mr. roaster

[krislgfox]

I suddenly remembered about my own fandom(in which no one but me is a member of :_]) and about my own characters :_]

Also, kinda a bit working at the lore :_]

(Sorry for bad english)

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Monster, Inc. 4

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as age gap, noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: your boss is an asshole, you know this. But what happens when he turns his wrath upon you? (plus!reader)

Characters: Lloyd Hansen, this reader is known as Missie.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜

💼Part of the Bad Bosses AU💼

After a quick Google and a few reviews, you decide on a brand. You pick a box off the shelf. It should do the job as long as you apply it properly. You’re not so worried about yourself. 

Something drops along the edge of your vision and you peek over. A man walks away ignorant of the card left behind. You hurry to scoop it up. 

“Excuse me, sir, you dropped--” You click to a stop in your heels as he faces you. You smile as he mirrors your expression. “Peter!?” 

“Hey, Missie.” His brown eyes beam back at you. “What are the odds?” 

“It’s been so long. Um...” you look down at the card then wiggle it at him. “You dropped this.” 

“Oh, uh, thanks.” 

He accepts the card with a dimple in his cheek. You look at it and realise it’s nothing special. Just a loyalty card from Roasters. It is a great shop. 

“Haven’t heard from you since the paper. You said you’d keep in touch.” He shifts his stance so another customer can squeeze by. 

“Yeah, uh, I meant to. I’ve been really cruddy at keeping up. Work is so busy and--” 

“What’s that for?” He quickly redirects as he points at the box in your hands. “You dye your hair? Wouldn’t guess it.” 

“Oh, no it’s for... my boss,” you giggle. 

“Your boss. Right. I’m sorry, what exactly do you do now?” 

“I’m a PA. My boss is just demanding. That’s all. But it’s good pay and it keeps me on my toes.” 

“Ah, I left the paper too. Started my own photography business.” He explains. 

“I saw that on Insta! I follow you. Your stuff is so good.” 

“You follow me but you don’t message,” he crosses his arms. 

“I’m sorry,” you pout. You rattle the box in your hands. You don’t want to be abrupt but you really can’t keep Mr. Hansen waiting too long and you still need to grab shampoo. 

“We should catch up. How about dinner? What are you doing tonight?” Peter asks. 

“Oh, er, nothing.” 

“Great. How about Zak’s? That old sandwich shop near the paper. I remember your fave; the spicy italian with extra pickles.” He grins triumphantly. 

“Sure, that sounds awesome. Just... send me a message, okay? I gotta get back to my boss.” 

“Sure, don’t let her work you too hard,” he steps out of your way. 

“He,” you correct him. “It’s not hard work, just a lot.” 

You sweep down the aisle and grab a clarifying shampoo on your way to the checkout. Even just a few minutes is too long for Mr. Hansen and in his state, you don’t expect him to be any calmer. All you can hope for is that the remover works out. 

Back at the office, you measure your dread. It won’t be that bad. You can fix this. Maybe. You grabbed some dye too, hoping maybe you might be able to even everything out after. 

You drop your purse on your desk and flit over to Mr. Hansen’s office. You knock and hear him groaning from inside. As you enter, he’s bent over his lap, holding his head. He sits up so fast his chair teeters. He faces your chirpy greeting. 

“Mr. Hansen,” you sing, “I got everything we need.” 

“Why the fuck are you so cheery?” 

As you look at him, like really look at him, you find it hard not to laugh. He really does look awful. He’s not exactly your type but he isn’t too bad most days. The black dye just washes him out. He looks like Dracula if he was in a 70s adult flick. 

“So, we need to wash your hair. I figured we can use your sink. I even grabbed a towel.” 

“You think of everything, don’t you?” He hisses. 

“Sir, I think we can fix your hair.” 

He scowls and stands. He shakes his head and slinks to the en suite bathroom. You follow with the bag of goodies. He looms with arms crossed as you put it on the counter and unpack. 

“You can put the towel around your collar to keep the remover from dripping. Tuck it in to--” 

Before you can finish, his shirt is half unbuttoned. You turn to unbox the remover and peel the seal of the bottle as you quiet. Whatever’s easier, you suppose. He hangs his shirt on the back of the door and comes back to you. You get a glimpse of his chest hair in the mirror. 

“Alright, erm, bend over the sink and we need to wash your hair. How about you put the towel over your eyes--” 

“I can handle it.” He snatches the towel and folders it over his forehead and eyes. He bends over the sink. His broad shoulders strain as his muscles tighten. “Don’t fuck up my hair.” 

You want to tell him you don’t think it can get worse but you know better. You take one of the paper cups from the stack and crank on the faucet.  You feel the temperature before you fill the cup and carefully pour it over his head. You wet all the strands and squirt shampoo onto his hair. You lather it up, scratching his scalp with your nails. 

“Mmmph,” he purrs as your work away. You smile. He’s a bit like a cat. Cranky but manageable. 

You rinse his hair methodically. You make sure not to get any near his face as you use your hand to redirect the water. When you finish, you help him cover his hair with the towel. 

You roll in his chair from the office and have him sit. You rub the moisture of his hair with the towel and drape it around his shoulders. You pull the gloves on and mix up the remover in the bottle then take the comb out of the box. You go to Mr. Hansen as he sits, looking despondent. 

“It fucking reeks,” he wrinkles his nose at the odour. 

“I did warn you but once we rinse it out, you’ll be good as new.” You comb his hair back, then forward, and pull out a thin section. You slather it on precisely as you work through the strands. 

As you pay close attention to your task, you feel the tension ease from him. When you get through the longer pieces on the top of his head, you push the back again. You use your gloved fingers to do his sides, rubbing in the remover on the buzzed stubble. As you do, he closes his eyes and leans into your touch. 

Well, it’s better than him being angry. This might be the most relaxed you’ve ever seen Mr. Hansen. 

[thedivineden]

Purrfect

pairing: Shota Aizawa x Hybrid!Cat

genre: Fluff x Smut

words: 3k+

notes: coworkers, hybrid cat, car sex, choking, blood, biting, breeding, exhibitionism, voyeurism

Hybrids are a normal sight in U.A, there is nothing in particular that sets any of them apart. Except you, a new hire from overseas. The day you arrived, Hizashi was forcing Shota to the library, he knew for a fact once Shoto laid his eyes on you he’d be hooked.

Boy was he right.

You were a vision of perfection from head to toe. You were sitting with your legs crossed with your tail flicking behind you. Your excitement made his hands sweat and his ears hot. Your jewelry intensifying your already obvious beauty. You were sitting with your legs crossed with your tail flicking behind you.

He especially loved your black pointed ears adorned with silver and gold. When you stood up to greet the two men, Shota could hardly keep from reaching out to stroke your ears.

Hizashi was being his usual bubbly self, asking you questions about your quirk and what you used to do before coming a teacher at U.A. but Shoto couldn’t even muster up the courage to say hello. He hid behind his scarf trying to contain his face from turning red. “SHOTA MY MAN! WHY ARE YOU SO QUIET?!” Hizashi had knew what effect this would have on his poor friend and he was loving every minute of it.

“Hello, Welcome to U.A. hopefully you can be a competent addition to our team” Shota has regretted that statement since that day he’s met you. He noticed the grimace spread across your face morph into a half smile. Sweetly you responded “Nice to meet you gentlemen but I should really get back to work.” Making your way through the two men, especially Shota couldn’t help but watch you tail swish behind you accentuating your curvy figure.

After that day Shota didn’t see you for a week he would find himself walking past your office everyday. It wasn’t until his interest was subsiding did he see you in his classroom — his whole body felt like it was on fire, his eyes scanned your whole body starting at his favorite part. Your ears. The way they flicked while you read the roaster for the class calling his students out one by one made the front of his pants tight.

The rest of your body is just as perfect from your silky brown skin to your coily hair framing your adorable round face. Everything about you is intoxicating and Shota wants a taste. He finally musters to walk in the class to be greeted by the students but most importantly you. “Good Morning Mr.Aizawa, Principle Nezu assigned me to the wrong class. I ended up being placed with Mr. Hiro but I couldn’t understand a word he was saying.” You ended your statement with a small giggle which made Shota fall for you harder. Why did you have to be so damn cute.

Shota didn’t realize how much silenced until your friendly demeanor turned into a reserved one. Quickly getting himself together he laughs sharply at your response causing you to jump, some of the students to puzzled looks and some to giggle. You laugh nervously stepping out of his way allowing him to walk past you and sit at his desk. For the remainder of the day you were practically glued by his side, your proximity made him squirm. He couldn’t even focus on his students because whenever he heard you laugh or instruct one of them his eyes were glued on you.

However, once the students went to lunch you brought a chair right next to his desk and proceeded to bring out two bento boxes. “I made too much this morning and brought two. “Don’t mind the dog shaped rice ball I thought I was going to be with Mr.Hiro today” opening the bento box Shota couldn’t help but laugh at the awkwardly shaped rice balls. “Heyyy! What’s funny? I worked really hard on those!”

He placed a hand on your thigh giving it a gentle squeeze attempting to reassure you.

“I assure you these rice balls are perfect just like you.” He took note of the way your ears flattened and your tail wrap around you. Removing his hand he grabs the chopsticks inside of the box picking up the rice ball giving you a soft smile. During the entire lunch hour you and Shota sat in silence except for the praises he would give you on the various items you packed in the lunch box.

The next few weeks went the same, you would bring a chair over to his desk and give him a bento box full of food. Except, you two started talking more and the more Shota learned about you, the more he wished you were his. He started to notice the way your ears would flick and your tail would swish in his presence but remain content with everyone else. He makes you nervous and he plans to use that to his advantage.

“Miss? Can I bother you for a moment” there’s no way in the world that Shota could bother you and you were trying your hardest to make sure you didn’t tell him that. “Yes Mr. Aizawa? What can I assist you with?” He didn’t say another word before taking out a medium velvet box and opening it to reveal a necklace adorned diamonds along the collar with a diamond bell shining on the end.

Your heart tightened seeing the gorgeous item “It’s beautiful, Whoever this is for is very lucky!” your heart twinges. You thought over the past couple of weeks you and him were getting close. He could see your ears hang low and your tail wrap around you. “It’s for you.” he said this without looking you in the eye grabbing the chain. Shota stand up and comes close to you, unlatching the clasp and instructs you to turn around.

Obeying his command you feel him lean over you to wrap the piece of jewelry around your neck clasping it. His smell is overpowering and his proximity makes you dizzy. His hands move from the back of your neck caressing your shoulders gently. Finally making their way to your arms placing you in a firm grip. A small yelp emerges from you which pleases Shota — he brings you closer now wrapping his toned arms around you. His breath on your neck flusters you and makes your skin hot.

Closing your eyes in anticipation you ears start to flick, not only at Shota and the compromising situation you’re in but you can now also hear someone coming down the hall. Frantic you whisper to him “Shota! Shota! I think someone is coming!” Attempting to wiggle out his grasp only for him to grip you harder. He plants soft kisses where the jewelry is shining on your neck — the adrenaline and his kisses are making you weak and lightheaded.

“Try to relax darling” the sultry tone in is voice sent shivers up up your body making your tail fluff up. His teeth graze the side of your neck making your eyes close in anticipation. You can feel his lips change shape and his tongue trail up and down your neck. Nibbling each time attempting to savor this moment. Once he heard the bell Shota put a considerable distance between you two.

Not even a minute later his star student is opening the door instructing everyone to sit down. It felt like eyes were on you as you tried to defluff your tail. The remainder of the day you kept your distance from Shota and this pissed him off. You excused yourself to the bathroom ten minutes after the kids got back from lunch and haven’t been seen since.

Shota even sent a handful of his students to retrieve you from the restroom but each one came back with the same results. “She’s not in there Mr.Aizawa” he was beyond confused. Shota kept an eye out for you all day only when the day ended is when he saw you. There you were standing in front of the window of the teachers lounge, ears down, twisting and turning the bell adorned on your neck.

The sunset reflecting off of you made you look angelic. Shota couldn’t help but admire the slight crease that appears on your forehead every time the bell jingles. He adored looking at you and even when you were doing nothing, you found a way to be breathtaking.

You can feel a hand on the small of your back causing you to turn around and once again you’re in a enclosed space with your coworker. His other hand caresses the side of your face, using his fingers to tilt your head up. “I apologize. I never want to be the cause of your agitation.”

Staring into each other eyes makes your furrow increase and your cheeks burn. It felt like you were under his spell as his tired eyes bore into yours. He makes you shrink while also making you feel seen. “ I accept your apology but don’t you think this is a little inappropriate?” without batting an eye he replied with a firm no.

“Shota I’m not entirely sure what you want from me.” He didn’t say anything just held you in place, slowly closing the distance between you two. Carelessly you let him do it closing your eyes, your mind was racing you could only focus on the way he pulled you in. “Will you let me take you out?”

Opening your eyes you could see a slight tint on his cheeks. Surprisingly, enough you weren’t the only one that is nervous. “I would be delighted to go out with you Shota.” Leaning over slight he places a kiss on your cheek finally giving you your space. “We’re leaving together Friday. Don’t worry about going home, you look good in everything.”

He left without another word leaving you alone with your thoughts again. For the remainder of the week you two continued on as normal. As normal as two coworkers who spend their lunch tucked away in a classroom playing footsies and eating the lunch you each prepared for one another.

Even due to unforeseen circumstances you two managed to keep your distance until Friday. You made yourself scarce that day, attending meetings with principal and going around to assist other instructors. It wasn’t until the final bell rang and the halls were empty is when Shota finally laid his eyes on you.

There you were standing next to that window —instead of seeing agitation across your face, he could see anxiety and excitement bubbling up inside you. Shota didn’t even think about changing but wish he had once he laid his eyes on you. His eyes trailing up you body starting at the slender black heels you have on.

When eyeing your legs he couldn’t help but notice how soft and supple they look, he fantasizes about laying on them, massaging, and being buried in between them. Your pencil black skirt stops at your mid thigh which you meticulously paired with a silky dark green blouse. You were holding your tail delicately running your fingers through it. Everything about you made his body hot and his dick twitch.

What he wouldn’t give to run his fingers your tail and knead your ears until you purr for him. Once he stepped into the lounge your ears perk up making your head his way. “Good evening Shota, sorry I wasn’t there to exchange lunch with you!”

“It’s fine kitten! Let’s go, we’re going to be late for our showing” putting a hand on the small of you back he leads you all the way to his car door. For weeks you gushed to Shota about your love for black and white films and drive-in movies. He distinctly remembered the films you talked about the most, how you always wanted have a date there but never had the times because of school.

That’s when he realized what he loved about you the most. Watching you talk about something you love is like watching the sun come up. You were so excited telling him about the variety of films they had and how you’d always end up knowing how it ends. The entire time he observed you and your mannerism — the way your pupils expand and your ears flick, the sight of your tail feverishly swinging behind you. That’s why he wanted to do this for you, to see you like that because of him, to see how much he yearns for you.

The car ride there felt like you two were in the classroom again. Instead of footsies, Shota kept his hand on your thigh the entire ride and always giving in a squeeze whenever you two stopped. It wasn’t until you two arrived at Musutafu Park. Shota found a secluded corner near the screen so you be unseen by others and still be able to see the movie. “Let’s move to the backseat.”

Being the practical man he is, Shota opens his door to get out until he felt leg bump into his arm. Turning to look at you he gets a eyeful of your butt and a smack to the face with your tail as you climb in the backseat. He didn’t hesitate to close his door back and climb to the back with you. Shota made sure to prepare everything almost a replication of how you described it.

He had place blockers in the back windows so no one can see you two, snacks for you and him, and blankets draping the backseat. You didn’t say anything at first just silently admiring his effort and that’s when you see it. Tucked into the backs of candy is a flyer for a black and white movie showing ‘The Fated Lovers’. Scooting close to him you while stating “This is so sweet Shota! It’s perfect and they’re playing my favorite movie!”

He wouldn’t tell you that he paid the teen at the ticket booth to play your favorite. Instinctively he wraps his arm around you closing the distance between you two. Throughout the movie you two shared laughs towards the film and as usual Shota is asking questions about you. He wants to know everything about you down to the last minuscule detail.

You two got so lost in each other that you didn’t realize what scene is playing until you hear the sound of a woman moan. Turning your attention to the screen watching the escapade unfold. You watch as the two people fight for dominance with their mouths while ripping off each others clothes.

Shota is watching you like a hawk — he’s watching the way your ears flick and go low, he notices how your rapid tail movement slows down, and lastly he could feel how hot your body is. Your body is so reactive and it’s making it harder not to bend you over the console and fuck you.

He didn’t want to impose on you more than he already has. The feeling of your warm hand travel up his thigh shocks Shota in place. You stop short at the base of his cock squeezing the most inner part of his thigh. He jumps on you after this — entrapping you under him you can feel his hand roaming all over, he places a kiss on your supple lips before lightly sucking the bottoms of your lip.

Shota wants your consent verbally and non verbally. He wants to hear you give yourself to him while your body shows how much you want him. His kisses makes you feel juvenile, Shota is gentle but passionate. You two fight for dominance with your tongues — sucking, biting, and licking one another in between kisses.

Shota sees you’re ears rapidly flicking and he took the opportunity to knead them. You purr under him immediately making the bulge in his pants stiffen. Removing his lips and hands from you — he sits up looking straight at you he says, “Am I allowed to have you?” and without another word you sit up with him taking off your shirt and skirt.

“I want to hear you say it doll, say that I can have you”

You’ve never felt so exposed and seen at the same time. He stares at you with low eyes, admiring every part of you. “You can have me Shota, all of me..” He gently laid you back hovering over you once more. His hands knead at your sides as he leans towards your neck. Kissing and sucking Shota leaves a trail of saliva down your neck to your cushy v-line.

He didn’t waste anytime putting his hands under your knees pushing your legs out and forward to give him a full view of your soaking cunt. “It’s beautiful love.” He didn’t hesitate to bring his face close and drag his tongue through your folds. Between his stubble and his eagerness to devour you everything about him makes your core throb with excitement.

His tongue is precise and slow, everything he does makes your clit throb. You can feel the rough pads of his fingers touch your lip. His eyes are looking up at you like he’s commanding you with his gaze. Opening your mouth his rough pads slide past your lips massaging his finger with your saliva. Removing his slick coated fingers from your mouth, Shota tease your hole before slowly sliding one finger inside then another.

Your hips buck and tail fluffs at the insertion — Shota is watching your body closely, sucking and fingering your cunt just the way you like. You didn’t know what to focus on. His fingers made your cunt tighten and your heat build up. “Shota, please- go faster” he hummed in response gradually picking up pace. His tongue became more calculated in its movement and his fingers curled and pumped feverishly.

Your tail snapped around his neck pushing his face closer. The soft feeling of your fur on his neck made him moan into your heat causing you to release on his face. You jump up pushing Shota back — he couldn’t get a word in when hurriedly release his cock from his pants freeing his erection. You stare in awe at his long shaft, taking note of the significant girth he has. You can hear him clear his throat looking up at him you see the blush across his face “Did anyone ever tell you it’s rude to stare?

“I didn’t count you as the shy type Mr.Aizawa, Do I make you nervous?” You smile make his dick jump, hell everything about you makes his mind, heart, and dick throb. He doesn’t even realize he’s saying something before “You’re perfect” falls put of his mouth. Your eyes light up and before he can say anything else, your mouth is on his tip, swirling your tongue around the angry mushroom. Pretty moans from the man bless your ears and making your cunt throb.

He could barely keep his eyes open as you envelope your tongue around his shaft. His voice is low and whiny “You’re-you’re doing so great” — you hum in response the vibrations makes Shota buck his hips up. For a moment you choke taking everything in at once. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I couldn’t-“ you hum in response refusing to come up for air.

Your speed picks up, you can feel his legs shake and saliva coat your chin. He could see your hand wipe your chin and grasp his scrotum. The sensation of you deepthroating and massaging his testis is overwhelming. You hear him whimper, plea, and moan out for you. “Please kitten~ don’t stop.”

You can feel his member throb before he releases in your mouth. You don’t hesitate to swallow his nut coming face to face with him “Want to know how you taste?” Nodding his head up and down you use your tail to bring him close kissing him passionately. “I like the way you taste Shota, can I taste more of you” your eyes are full of lust he nods in agreement.

You climb on top of him coming close to his collar. He feels your tongue slide along his collarbone and up his neck. Opening your mouth you bite the side of his neck making sure to break the top layer of skin. Shota winces at the pain feeling his body swelter. “You taste so sweet. Let me make you feel good” you line your cunt to his tip and slowly descend on dick. You were teasing him now, you would start with his tip, and slowly slid to the middle of his shaft and bounce.

Shota could only take so much, your cunt was warm and soaking — he wanted nothing more than to slam into you and fuck you until his dick is numb. This is true bliss. All it took was for you to slam down fully taking him in for Shota to launch forward.

He wraps his arms around you to keep you in place, he looks up at you and smiles. “You’re being naughty now. Let me take over” you can feel his hips move achingly slow, he wants to savor this moment with you. “Shota~ faster..please” he wants to remember the feeling of you, how you smell, how you cunt feels convulsing around his member.

When picking up the pace he can feel you tightening around him. Wrapping your legs around him you’re able to match his rhythm. Your forehead meet his then your lips. Only the muffled sounds of moans and whimpers can be heard from you both. You two are ravaging each other and the smell of sex heavy in the air. He can feel your long nails dig into his back and your legs tighten around him.

“Be a good kitten for me, don’t bit me too hard” you can feel his rough hands grip your tail and pull it. You bite his bottom lip in response squirting on his lap. This doesn’t slow his pace, Shota continues to bully your cunt, hitting that sweet spot over, and over, and over. “Shotaaa~ I can’t- I can’t-“ letting go of your tail he places his hand on your neck holding you in place while he fucks you. The sound of the bell on your neck pushes him further.

His eyes never leave yours, you can see his resolve crumbling and his release approaching. Your moans were stifled but loud. He groans as he releases inside of you still keeping you close and your neck in place. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to be rough with you” he lets go of you noticing a large smile appear on your face. “I didn’t think you had it in you eraser head”

Even as you were getting dressed he is mesmerized. He could watch you all night and never get tired of you. “Aw we missed the movie.” even your pout is cute. He chuckles at your statement, putting his hand on your cheek he leans in and kisses you passionately. “I can bribe the kid at the front to play it again, just for us.” He didn’t even have to wait for your reply because your rapid tail movement said it all.

“Yes please!”

[seungkwansphd]

bean me up, scotty

pairing: coffee roaster!seungcheol x cafe manager!YN word count: 2K synopsis: you see seungcheol often enough at work. helpful daytime seungcheol, you can handle. but nighttime, arms fully out seungcheol? that's a problem. themes: fluff, SFW, work crush/work acquaintances vibes. beefy seungcheol. SCOUPS RIZZ at the end, implied smut.

a/n: @wavelikewhat came up with this concept and we both had different ideas about how to approach it, so it was super fun to write and then read both versions! def check hers out here.

“Hey boss, Mr. Choi is here!” the voice of one of your baristas pulled your mind out of inventory suddenly.

“Hey I told you not to to call me mister, kid,” Seungcheol’s voice followed. You can practically hear the pout in his tone, which drew a smile to your lips.

“I’ll be right out,” you called back and tucked your pencil behind your ear.

You stepped out of the back room to greet Choi Seungcheol, head roaster at Brandywine Coffee Roasters.

“Hey Cheol,” you greeted him with a smile, “You can leave the delivery in the usual spot. I’ll put it up later.”

“You sure? I have time today, you’re my last delivery,” he raised an eyebrow at you, an offer to help.

“Well, I won’t say no, if you have the time. I’ll caffeinate you,” you shrugged. This was your typical offer and as usual he took you up on it.

“Okay,” he nodded and rolled his dolly into the back room.

Brandywine was the core coffee roaster that you used at your cafe. Seungcheol had been your point of contact for almost a year now, so he knew his way around without any direction. He set to work on replenishing your two pound bags of espresso blend and let you handle the retail, one pound single-origins.

“Oh? You found it?” your eyes widened as you read the label of the bag in your hands. “Restricted oxygen?”

You had mentioned this specific type of processing to Seungcheol a few months ago. The low oxygen processing conditions selected for a unique proportion of microorganisms, yielding an unusual flavor profile once roasted. It seemed quite niche, so you were surprised to be holding a bag in your own hands. You set one bag aside for your personal tasting needs before shelving the rest of the bags.

“Got time to try this with me?” you asked as you both left the back room. “I can set us up a French press.”

“Yeah,” Seungcheol nodded. “Let me just put this back in the truck.”

“Sure,” you smiled at him, setting about prepping. You were giddy with excitement as you ground the beans. The aroma was already quite striking.

“Are we doing a tasting?” your youngest barista, Chan, asked curiously.

“Yes,” you nodded surely.

“Oh yay! Seungcheol whips up the coolest stuff. What is it today?”

“It’s a restricted oxygen process Ethiopia,” Seungcheol answered, appearing behind Dino. “Experimental processing, but cool. I’ll be interested to hear what you think, YN.”

“Whoa, that’s cool! Like leaning towards anaerobic, huh?”

“Yes, exactly that,” you grinned.

As the timer counted down, Chan helped a customer. Seungcheol stood with his arms crossed, watching you watch the timer.

“Missed you at the roaster showcase,” you commented as you depressed the French press plunger and poured the brew into cortado glasses.

“Eh, you know I don’t like that stuff. Sam is way better at those events. I heard it went well though, thanks again for letting us use the space.”

“Of course,” you chuckled, handing the glass to Seungcheol. It was hard to ignore the jolt you felt when his hands brushed over yours, but you liked to think you did your best. “Chan!” you beckoned during a lull in customers.

“Oh interesting!” Chan’s eyebrows raised with surprise, “It tastes almost like…peachy gummy rings? Fascinating!”

“Hmm,” you hummed thoughtfully as you tasted the liquid in your mouth. “I don’t know that I get peach gummy, but I see what you’re saying. There’s like fruit and sweetness, but it’s not very high, if that makes sense.”

“Yeah, I agree,” Seungcheol nodded before taking another aerated sip. “Really neat, thanks for the suggestion, YN,” he nudged you gently.

You smiled sheepishly at him and ignored Chan’s pointed look. You could already tell that once Seungcheol left, you were going to get yet another earful about how you and the roaster were dancing around each other and denying mutual chemistry. You were overcome by an unreasonable desire to keep Seungcheol here longer so that you could avoid that.

“Something for the road?” you asked instead, shaking that thought out of your mind. “I have a seasonal cherry syrup and we’re doing a cherry cola espresso tonic that’s kind of fun for the summer.”

“Huh. Caffeine and caffeine?” Seungcheol considered the drink with amusement. “Sure, I’ll try it.”

“I’m assuming you’ll want YN to make it, as usual?” Chan teased, stepping back from the bar.

The roaster placed his hands into his packers and shrugged with a soft smile, but didn’t deny it. You laughed and set about crafting his featured beverage.

“I really think you two like each other!” Chan started practically before the door had swung shut behind Seungcheol.

“I do like Seungcheol. And his coffee.”

“I mean in a non-professional way. Please note I didn’t say unprofessional, because I don’t think it would be unprofessional. I just think you think he’s hot and he thinks you’re hot. He’s always taking your coffee suggestions and he looks at you a lot when you’re not looking.”

“Chan,” you planted your hands on your hips.

You didn’t want to talk about this with him anymore. He didn’t need to know that the reason was fear of it pushing your delulu brain further than it already was with this workplace crush. You liked Seungcheol, but you also only saw him at work, so it didn’t need to go further than that.

Outside, Seungcheol was grateful that he worked alone. If he’d had a Chan, they most certainly would’ve called him on the inordinately pleased look that had crossed his face when he’d caught the start of your conversation as he left. While it was a guess on Chan’s part, it at least reassured Seungcheol that he wasn’t the only person who had picked up on a potential something between you. Not that he felt ready to do anything about it yet, but he could at least be comforted that it wasn’t totally fabricated on his end.

…

“Eee, staff outing, I’m so excited!” Naomi and Chan squealed excitedly as they skipped towards the bar.

You smiled, thoroughly entertained, as you watched them. You hadn’t had a chance to do much prying yet, but you had a sneaking suspicion that they had started dating recently.

“The answer is yes,” Seungkwan, one of your higher seniority staff, clicked his tongue judgmentally at the pair.

“Huh?” your head whipped around to look at him more directly.

“They are dating. Just last week.”

You had to burst out laughing. For someone who’s life occasionally got quite messy, he could be quite judgemental, but he was also incredibly reliable and responsible in ways that made you grateful he’d continued to work with you for so long.

“Thank you for the updates as usual,” you smiled before grabbing his arm to pull him into the bar.

You spotted Naomi and Chan whispering to each other at the end of the bar and you made your way towards them.

“Okay, let’s thank Father Chip for bankrolling our annual staff outing. Please drink wisely,” you smiled at him. It was a sorry excuse for a grand speech, but it would do well enough to kick the night off.

You looked over the menu as Chan and Naomi waited to catch the eye of a bartender. You heard some commentary about a ‘beefcake’ as you wondered just what exactly Cynar was made out of.

“Oh, he’s coming, he’s coming!” Naomi bounced on her heels excitedly, which meant you had to decide what you wanted and quickly.

“Hey folks, what can I get-,” the bartender greeted you. You were just in the middle of recognizing his voice when he recognized you first. “Oh hey Chan, Naomi, Seungkwan! Is YN out with you?”

“Seungcheol?” you lifted your head, slightly bewildered, to meet eyes with Brandywine’s own head roaster.

“Hey,” he nodded at you. It was a normal greeting, but something about the way his eyes flicked over you afterwards made you impossibly nervous.

“Do you work here?” Seungkwan asked on your behalf.

“Not usually,” Seungcheol brought his arm up to scratch the back of his neck, “Sammy owns this place too and occasionally he needs a hand.”

Sammy was Seungcheol’s business partner at Brandywine, so this made some sense, but your brain and eyes were busy processing Seungcheol’s arm. Daytime Seungcheol was typically clad in a flannel or a solid Carhartt t-shirt, effectively hiding his build. Nighttime Seungcheol, however, was wearing a cut off t-shirt which favored you with a gratuitous view of his muscles. This was a problem for you.

“So what are we drinking?” Seungcheol asked, “Happy to make recommendations too.”

He held your gaze for a moment.

“I’ll do the Coco Bop,” Seungkwan ordered. Dino and Naomi quickly followed suit and before you knew it, Seungcheol stood before you, arms fully out, waiting for your order.

“What does Cynar taste like?”

“Oh, I don’t know actually. You want to try?” he asked before turning to grab the bottle. He poured out a partial shot and took a sip before handing it to you. When you set down the glass, you were both making mirrored grimacing faces at each other.

“That is foul,” you inhaled sharply, face warm from the overwhelming taste of the liquor. “Thank you though. I will have a glass of white wine, please.”

“Oh we have a skin fermented wine, I think you’ll like that. It’s got a little bit of that funk, like the low oxygen process. How’s that sound?”

“I’m sure it’ll be good!” you nodded, self conscious at the crowd that had built up behind you, eagerly awaiting their turn to order.

“This one’s on me,” he smiled when he returned with the glass.

“Oh no-, I-.”

“You comp me all the time. Let me get this one for you.”

“Okay,” you nodded before seeking out the rest of your staff. You just knew you were going to be teased about this interaction too.

Despite your best efforts, you and Seungcheol continued to cross paths and meet eyes the rest of the evening. Whether you were returning glassware, barreling into him as you left the bathroom, or feeling his gaze on you as you watched the others dance, it all seemed to affect you. Unfortunately for your brain, you liked this version of Seungcheol too and it made you curious for more.

Seungcheol watched you try to avoid his gaze and he glanced at the clock impatiently. He’d only agreed to take on the opening shift, so he had a handful of minutes left. He hoped that you’d stick around until then.

“You can leave now,” Sammy appeared at his side.

“Huh?”

“I’m worried your eyes are going to fall out of your head if you look any harder at YN,” Sammy rolled his eyes. He’d had a sneaking suspicion about you since Seungcheol had brought up the idea of participating in the coffee roaster showcase at your cafe.

“Wish me luck,” Seungcheol chuckled before heading towards you.

“And then she said-,” Seungkwan’s words trailed off as his eyes widened at you.

“What did she say?!” you demanded. You were surprised and confused when all three of them shook their heads and pointed at something behind you. Someone, rather.

“Hey,” Seungcheol was standing behind you with his hands in his pockets. “Are you hungry? I just finished up.”

“...I could eat,” you answered, heat zipping up your spine again.

“Did you drive?”

“No.”

“I’ll give you a ride then,” he smiled. He waved at Chan, Naomi, and Seungkwan before leading you out the staff entrance to his car.

“Should I plan to drop you off at home tonight or tomorrow?” he asked as he backed out of his parking spot.

If you’d been holding something, you most certainly would have dropped it. You bit your lip and still failed to hold in your gobsmacked grin at this line.

“...tomorrow.”

Seungcheol glanced over, eyes flicking over you again, before he smiled smugly and drove out of the parking lot.

[ju-nebugg]

a complete (and ever-evolving) list of the many titles of mr. henley whispers

because Henry Shields is a genius and all of this deserves to be documented

Henley Whispers

aka the Turbulent Wind

aka the Storm Before the Calm

aka Lithe Spirit

aka Lord of the Prance

aka Bowfingerer

aka the Bark Knight

aka Work Hard Fae Hard

aka Coyote Handsome

aka Tree Weird

aka the Gorse Whisperer

aka the Arrow-ma Therapist

aka Aragorn-al Activity

aka Quiver Phoenix

aka Jack of All Trades, Master of All Trades

aka Tree Willy

aka Dave Fern

aka Soft-Core Faun-ography

aka Forest Whitaker

aka Notorious Tree-IG

aka Mr. Yumnus

aka Ranger Danger

aka Lust of Wind

aka Parry Hotter

aka Pollen Farrell

aka The Wood, The Bard and the Smugly

aka the Longest Bard

aka Daft Skunk

aka Brodo Swaggins

aka Dismay in a Ranger

aka Harriet Shrubman

aka Jeffrey Archer

aka Fen Diagram

aka Look Who’s Tolkien

aka Fennel May Care

aka the Grass Samurai

aka Chloro-Phil Spector

aka Woody Allen

aka Thelonius Trunk

aka the Moss Adjuster

the ✨ rhymes ✨:

human ranger, damage dealer, story weaver, owl deceiver

human ranger, goblin killer, pale ale swiller, dream journal filler

human ranger, rabble rouser, full of heart, devoid of trouser

human ranger, hidden stranger, friend of danger, dark avenger

human ranger, expert juggler, against the chains which bind us struggler

human ranger, loot stringer, shameless swinger, on da funk bringer

human ranger, check bouncer, espresso mispronouncer 

human ranger, rule flouter, truth spouter, earthworm doubter

human ranger, poker player, that which others won’t say sayer

human ranger, trendsetter, otter petter, in-joke getter

human ranger, blame dodger, advertising for a lodger

human ranger, cheeky chancer, always-on-the-off-beat dancer

human ranger, truth spinner, under-7s judo winner

human ranger, time waster, different brands of water taster

human ranger, hog roaster, subtle boaster, party ghoster 

human ranger, crystal healer, your-layers-like-an-onion peeler

human ranger, hell raiser, into-the-abyss gazer

human ranger, lithe linguist, sensual astrologist

human ranger, bugbear wrestler, established-societal-norm questioner

human ranger, tune hummer, every-known-fear overcomer

human ranger, knowledge gleaner, has the grass that’s always greener

human ranger, deer consumer, vole beguiler, badger groomer

human ranger, havoc wreaker, noted after dinner speaker

human ranger, cattle roper, inter-species interloper

human ranger, prey pouncer, fearless fighter, local counselor

deer stalker, fox glover, the one you’re with lover

black run skier, caged bird freer, the-change-you-want-to-see-in-the-world be-er

human ranger, eldritch blaster, surreptitious podcaster

human ranger, villain injurer, power broker, serial milliner

human ranger, wild reaver, what-a-tangled-web-we-weaver

human ranger, seed sower, flower goer, the-distance goer

human ranger, head turner, butter churner, bridge burner

human ranger, shameless liar, rule defier, hair dyer

human ranger, misbehav-er, always-against-the-grain shaver

human ranger, beast enrager, strong orator, up-upstager

human ranger, owlbear slayer, soothsayer, the-field player

human ranger, quick-quip punner, villain stunner, long-con runner

human ranger, heedless cur, own-job-interview saboteur

human ranger, of-wind guster, no-one truster, goat buster

TRUE FACTS ABOUT HENLEY:

he believes that any bird singing in the forest is doing it specifically for him (and birds don’t sing when he’s not there)

he trims his pubic hair into the word “shazam”

he keeps a dream journal (but if he has a nightmare, he ignores it and makes up something nice)

he writes really bad poetry (short, broken sentences, “rupi kaur style”)

he’s been using Ghoul’s Gruel as anti-aging cream (it doesn’t work)

his spirit animal is himself

he pronounces espresso like “ethpretho”

he has a bad feeling about worms in general

he howls at the moon

he pretends to understand all inside jokes

he’s very concerned about the mortgage repayments on his house

he always dances on the off beat in order to stand out in the club

he’s the reigning champion of the under-7s judo competition in his local area

he can tell the difference between brands of water (and he has very strong opinions about them)

he leaves parties without telling people and then comes back in disguise to talk about the fact that he left

he uses healing crystals

he gazes into the abyss until it gazes back because he wants the attention

he uses “sensual astrology” to try and seduce people

he has every known fear (the exposure therapy backfired)

he shaves (against the grain) with a sword (your hair doesn’t grow in hell. he does it anyway.)

he always has the greenest grass (he steals any grass he sees that’s greener than his own)

he runs a grooming business for badgers (“what does he get in return from the badgers?” “…friends”)

he’s an accomplished after-dinner speaker

he tried to hibernate with badgers and they kicked him out

he majored in drawing in sand with sticks

he’s a bed wetter

he always bets all in when playing poker

he is a leading member of the “pithy council” (it’s just him and a ferret getting together to recite pithy sayings)

he will love the one YOU’RE with (aka sleep with your wife)

when someone asks him a difficult question, he turns and runs

he thinks he’s been leaving episodes of a podcast called “whispers on the air” in various rocks and twigs on their journey, but he doesn’t have the spell for it so he’s just been talking to inanimate objects

he has an unhealthy obsession with hats

he sleeps in a web

he invented a kind of long distance running called long distance fleeing (26 miles = safety)

he burns every bridge he crosses

henley (a natural blonde) dyes his hair blonde (his natural hair color) so people will think he has grays because he’s older and more mature than he really is

he must always be upstaging someone

he has an inexplicable hatred of goats and, similarly, an inexplicable love of sea turtles

[neil-gaiman]

Mr. Neil Gaiman Sir, how can I introduce a bunch of new characters in my sequel novel (both unfinished and unpublished) without making the story crowded?

The character roaster is quite crisp in the first novel: 3 protagonists, 1 deuteragonist, and 1 antagonist. There’s plenty of side characters, but these 5 are the catalysts of the story.

Then in the second novel I introduce a new antagonist; the child of the last antagonist, their sidekick (the henchwoman ig), and then two new protagonists to join the other heroes

All of these characters play integral parts of the story that I simply simply cannot remove them from my book without creating a huge rift, and frankly, I don’t want to.

How can all these characters stand apart one another? Have you ever had plenty of characters on hand at once before?

Sandman is a 3000 page story with about 500 speaking characters in it, about 120 of whom are major. You just give them all different voices and personalities and motivations and if necessary something unique that's only theirs to help people remember them by, and it shouldn't be a problem.

[nipotazzi]

For 6 years I thought I was an absolute failure at fighting games because my little brother kept beating me up at Super Smash Bros Brawl on the Wii: The game was literally one of my childhood favorites, and the memories were fond.

But I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that I would never get a good stock even with all the odds stacked against him, he just... cluelessly destroyed me every single match. We still had fun, so nothing drastic ever happened, but this always took an huge toll on my self-esteem: "My younger brother, who doesn't even play games that much, beats me 90% of the time at this platform fighter?!"

I was a fool.

He was just like me: in our common innocence, we played joyfully, not knowing what a meta was even supposed to be, and that Brawl had one too. We thought the game was mostly balanced. I thought so myself for the longest time.

Now, an adult, I know the horrors of Nintendo's programming. I know the results of their machinations upon the roaster newcomers.

I am now aware of the danger that are the dwellers of the SS+ Tier in Smash Bros.

My mains were Kirby, R.O.B. and Mr. G&W, of wich I am now aware of their low tier grade.

He only played one character, his favorite from the kirby Games.

My little bro knew his power.

[underratedmhapoll]

Round 3!! (+Round 2 Overview)

Looks like pinned posts are actually showing up on web again. That's nice!

There are definitely some winners here I did not expect. But it is always fun to watch you guys commit to your various bits. Anyways-

Round 3 will begin on Sunday, September 17th

A few things of note:

All villain characters have been eliminated! We're down to only students, pro heroes, and civilians

Shinomori is now in the lead after ratioing Flect Turn into oblivion

Half of the remaining roaster are students

Amplifier is our only movie original character remaining

No one from class A has been eliminated yet

Full rankings under the cut!

1st Shinomori 89.1% 2nd Samidere 84.1% 3rd Kota 83.7% 4th Rei 78.2% 5th Aoyama 74.3% 6th Tsunotori 73.7% 7th Sato 72.6% 8th Koichi 71.3% 9th Makoto 69.6% 10th Hound Dog 65.2% 11th Gunhead 65.1% 12th Ochako's Parents 64.9% 13th Amplifer 62.9% 14th Lunch Rush 57.9% 15th Ojiro 57.4% 16th Tsubaraba 52.9% 17th Chimera 47.1% 18th Bubble Girl 42.6% 19th Fuwa 42.1% 20th Isekai 37.1% 21st Shishida 35.1% 22nd Saito 34.9% 23rd Majestic 34.8% 24th Kido 30.4% 25th Nao 28.7% 26th Kashiko Sekigai 27.4% 27th Third User 26.3% 28th Chikuchi 25.7% 29th Beros 20.8% 30th Mummy 16.3% 31st Tsutsutaka 15.9% 32nd Flect Turn 10.9% 33rd Enigma 34th Satsuki 35th Yoroi Musha 36th Kyotoku 37th Tomie 38th Crust 39th Mustard 40th Slice 41st Hana 42nd Miyashita 43rd Tsubasa 44th Big Red Dot 45th Kesagiri Man 46th Mr. Smiley 47th Shishido 48th Takeshi 49th Death Arms 50th Dadan Tadan 51st Kenranzaki 52nd Nobu 53rd Romero Fujimi 54th Uwabami 55th Rin 56th Nirengeki 57th Bondo 58th Moonfish 59th Trumpet 60th Fourth Kind 61st Toxic Chainsaw 62nd Onima 63rd Wolfram 64th Daigo

[keanuquotes]

A  local coffee purveyor just received a ringing endorsement from one of Hollywood’s biggest stars.

Keanu Reeves is currently in Pittsburgh getting ready to rock out with his band, Dogstar, during a sold-out show Friday night at Mr. Smalls Theatre in Millvale.

The “John Wick” star took some time earlier this week to tell the world that Coffee Tree Roasters is now officially “Keanu Reeves APPROVED,” as the regionally based coffee-shop chain and wholesaler put it via a social media post.

Dogstar has been around in various forms since the early 1990s and currently consists of guitarist and vocalist Bret Domrose, drummer Rob Mailhouse and Reeves on bass. Tonight’s Pittsburgh show is the latest stop on the band’s “Somewhere Between the Power Lines and Palm Trees” tour.

Mailhouse must also be a fan of Coffee Tree Roasters’ work, as evidenced by him proclaiming that “it was delicious” in a comment on that Facebook post.

“So glad you gentlemen enjoyed our coffee,” Coffee Tree Roasters wrote in response to Mailhouse’s comment. “Turns out, some of our team feels the same about your music, and are looking forward to tomorrow's concert!!! Please stop back anytime!”

Reeves recently returned as the titular assassin in this spring’s “John Wick: Chapter 4” and is set to appear in next year’s “John Wick” spinoff film “Ballerina.” His long list of big-screen credits includes “The Prince of Pennsylvania,’ a locally shot crime caper in which Reeves plays a teenager whose plan to kidnap his father for ransom money spectacularly backfires.

Joshua Axelrod: jaxelrod@post-gazette.com and Twitter @jaxelburgh.

First Published October 6, 2023, 4:13pm

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Paradigm Shift 3

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: you get transferred to a new position but it’s hardly a breath of fresh air. (plus!reader)

Characters: Loki, Bucky Barnes, this reader is known as Billie.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜

💼Part of the Bad Bosses AU💼

Dark roast, black. You're tempted to order one for yourself but the extra dose of caffeine might unhinge you after the morning you've had. Transfer, no desk, a firing, a stolen desk, and two painfully aloof bosses.  

You go back up to the office, the short reprieve offering some clarity but not solutions. There has to be some way to get more than a grunt and a closed door from these men. Geez, if you wanted to work with children you would've done so. 

You knock on Mr. Barnes' door. The one next to it opens first. Laufeyson considers you from head to toe and Barnes appears not a second after. He takes his cup without a thanks. 

"Mm, and where is mine then?" Laufeyson challenges. 

You blink, long and hard. Of course. Of course! You let out a slow breath, "what would you like, Mr. Laufeyson?" 

You don't miss the quiet snort from the other door and it closes before you can glance Barnes' expression. You have a suspicion he expected this. It's like your first job when you worked with a bunch of men in stocks. Their numbers were as bloated as their egos. 

“Matcha.” 

The door shuts in your face. Again. You bite down and stretch your fingers wide. It’s fine. It’s fine. Growing pains. 

Matcha... what? Iced? Latte? Hot tea? Smoothie? Wonderful, a guessing game. 

You will be getting yourself another coffee for the trouble. Another trip to Roasters and you settle on the simplest option; just tea. You’re certain if you’re wrong, he’ll let you know.  

You stand at the two office doors and contemplate your life decisions. Is this worth it? Can you beg Odinson to take you back? To send down another poor soul? You almost feel bad doing that to someone else. You’re about to give when that innate stubborn ticks in your jaw. It’s only been a few hours. You don’t just give up that easy. 

Knock, knock. There’s a delay before Laufeyson answers. You’re not put off by it. You know the tactic. It won’t work on you. If his tea is cold, it won’t be your fault. 

“Matcha, sir,” you hold out the cup. 

He accepts it and reads the sticker on the side. He narrows his green eyes and looks at you, “note for next time, I prefer Garcon’s to Roasters.” 

Click. Another shut door. You’re really starting to get angry. You laugh out the flurry of agitation and turn away. What else can you do but think of it as a joke? It has to be. It’s just that absurd. 

You sit at the desk and open your laptop. You get it hooked up to the monitor and refinagle the cords. That’s an accomplishment at least. A tiny morsel of victory. You glance around and frown. It’s like the waiting room in Beetlejuice; everyone looks miserable. Well, can you blame them? 

Your phone buzzes and you check the messages. Girl nights hangs like bait at the end of your day, keeping you swimming through dark waters. It’s a bit ridiculous. Your friends are all like you in one way but all vastly different in many other ways. You all spend your days taking care of men who couldn’t give a shit about any of you. 

You can already taste the Paloma; bitter grapefruit with the burn of tequila. You are dying to drink away this day. You look at the clock and nearly whimper. It’s not even one o’clock. Ugh. 

You plug away at your desk. You get the daily agendas templated then spend time scouring the web. You have something in mind. You’re pretty sure you can make it work. As long as those grumps can do the simplest of tasks. 

You customize the survey and send the link. You doubt you’ll get a response today or even at all. It’s a hail mary, really. Barnes’ door opens, then Laufeysons. Your chest fills with dread. Great. 

“Hello, sir and... sir,” you sit up as they approach. 

“What is the meaning of that quiz?” Laufeyson demands. 

“It’s not-- 

“Asking a lot, aren’t you?” Barnes crosses his arms. 

“No, I just--” 

“What business do you have about my dry cleaning?” Laufeyson hisses. 

“I have lunch when I have lunch. I'm not a child at grade school,” Barnes sneers.

“Okay, woah,” you put your palms out, “first, there’s an n/a column, you can choose not to disclose the information. Two, I need to know what to do. What do you want from me?” 

Both men frown and look at each other, then back to you. 

“I can think of one,” Laufeyson raises a finger, “don’t treat us as children who need you to put our socks on.” 

“Good one,” Barnes scoffs, “also, you could stop with calendar reminders.” 

“Those are automatic,” you mutter. 

“And the arguing,” Laufeyson points at you. 

You sputter, dizzy at their onslaught of criticism. They can tell you exactly what they don’t want but they can’t give you a clear answer as to why you are there. You calm yourself with a breath and sip of coffee. 

“Mr. Laufeyson, Mr. Barnes--” 

“Why him first? My name’s first alphabetically,” Barnes says. 

“I--” you stop yourself and take another taste of your coffee, “if my presence is getting in the way of your work, I will go back upstairs and talk to Mr. Odinson--” 

“Mr. Odinson? Thor?” Laufeyson says, “no, you won’t do that. In fact, that is another item for your list, no talking to my brother. Especially of me.” 

You could tear your hair out. You could hit your head on the wall. You could gauge your eyes out and drown yourself in your coffee. Instead, you smile. 

“Got it,” you say, “well, sirs, good luck with your meeting this afternoon.” 

“Yes, thank you,” Laufeyson intones. 

“Mm, sure,” Barnes says and they both turn on their heels then stop at once. They face you in sync with each other. 

“Meeting?” They ask. 

“Mmhm,” you nod, “it’s in your calendars.” 

They stare at you. 

“If that’s something you’d like me to brief you on,” you say tritely, “you can submit that in the survey.” 

Laufeyson hums dryly and Barnes growls. Neither says anything further as they retreat. You keep your eyes on the screen as your heartbeat races. You can’t believe you said that. 

[formulaonedirection]

hiiii, I am travelling to Singapore for the Grand Prix this year and was wondering if you had any recs of things I should do while I’m there? 🩷

helloooooo omg how fun!! I love the Singapore GP it's really fun and it's such an accessible circuit. Tbh I'm the worst person to ask because a) i love niche boring stuff b) the only things my friends and I do in Singapore is eat and hang out because that IS the national past time but let me see hmmmm

I'll just recommend some stuff that's not like. Gardens by the Bay. Sentosa. Universal Studios. The Zoo. All VERY nice places tbh and highly recommend but these are just some tiny Nadia-based reccs that you might not get from a google-able list I guess?? If you're here for a short time and you're only at the Marina Bay Sands/CBD area that's totally fine but just know that that IS the most expensive area of Singapore.

Well if you're here for a while and you're a history person I'd recommend going to the National Museum and then right down the road from there is Peranakan Museum which is tiny but fun. The National Museum is one of my favourite buildings in Singapore I just think it's so beautiful. And if you REALLY like history and museums I'd super recommend the Asian Civilisations Museum which is criminally underrated imo. If you're staying near the circuit the National Gallery is literally right there you can even pop in in the morning before the race, there's some really good local and southeast asian art in there if that's your thing.

My personal favourite place to have a wander is the Botanic Gardens. If you're a picnic person just grab some bits and bobs from Cluny Court (Plain Vanilla cupcakes are soooo good. And there's another really good bakery on the second floor) and have a nice picnic and stroll in the garden. It's pretty massive so make sure you know what you're getting into. Do NOT go on a weekend. That's crucial.

The whole Kampong Glame/Arab Street/Haji Lane is a vibe 100%. Get some boba from PlayMade, get some teh sarbat from the old man that's been serving tea there forever. There's this really good burger place like right near the mosque it's called Mahmud's Tandoor I'm obsessed with it. DO NOT let the Turkish restaurants hassle you be strong! There's some thrift stores there too but it's mostly like really good food, really nice art. The Malay Cultural Centre is like a really nice space too if you need a break.

If you want local food I'd rather you go to Maxwell's then Lau Pa Sat I actually HATE Lau Pa Sat it's theeee definition of a tourist trap. Newton Food Centre which is where they filmed that scene in Crazy Rich Asians is like fine too if you're looking for local food. If you want LOCAL LOCAL come to Al Azhar at Bukit Timah because I'm literally telling people that the steamboat fish that's there is Michellin star good. That's also a good frog porridge place down the road if you're feeling adventurous.

And my last recc is the Tiong Bahru area which is the area I used to work at. If you want cute little souvenirs or local bits and bobs there's a very cute store called Cat Socrates that I buy everything from. The Plain Vanilla there is also BEAUTIFUL it's my favourite cafe to work at. There's also like beautiful street art all along the whole area so it's just nice to walk around cause it's all just nice shophouses and art. And then there's Tiong Bahru Market which has some of the best local food. Go in the morning for this.

If you want like fancy food recs that aren't local food but are like actually good and not a scam, my personal favs are Miznon on Stanley Street, Ms Maria and Mr Singh, Five Oars Coffee Roasters on Upper East Coast. Oooh if you go to Neptune on East Coast Road you can see the pretty Peranakan buildings.

UHM YEAH! Singapore is really beautiful but VERY warm please bring sunscreen. PLEASEEEE venture outside the circuit area if you have the time because while that area is gorgeous I just think places like Haji Lane, or Tiong Bahru, or Bukit Timah, or East Coast Road are just so much more local. (Any Singaporeans reading this you know what I mean la. Nice Local. I'm not gonna recommend them to go to the coffee shop downstairs your house k)

[the-fiction-witch]

River

Media Nanny Mcphee Age Up

Character Simon Brown

Couple Simon X Reader

Rating Sweet

Concept Escaped Pig

I woke to the roasters call and forced myself out of bed immediately stepping into my trousers and pulling them up, I grabbed a shirt from my dresser buttoning it as I headed downstairs snapping my suspenders on my shoulders as I reached the portch, I grabbed my waistcoat as it was far too hot for a jacket and slipped my boots on heading out the family house to work on the animals and land around us. I worked hard in the dawn light making sure to sort the Fields, the animals, all the little jobs that I alone had to do. It never use to be this hard, then again as a kid I was always goofing off from Doing it. Perk I suppose of being one in seven kids, couldn't keep track of all of us. It's times like this that remind me of just what a little shit I was then. But that was a good while ago now, my father moved off to the coast with Evangeline a few years back, and my siblings had all grown up and gone off with partners and jobs of their own. Leaving just me at the old place but I don't mind. I like it here if anyone is going to stay, happy it's me. I went about my usually business for the rest of the day attending to the many matters just now loading up my cart for the afternoon market in town when I heard a loud crash and the tumbling of wooden decking, immediately I heard the sounds of squealing and a wave of distribution to the other animals.

"Oh god damn it! Not again' I sighed dropping the last crate of eggs into the cart and bolting back past the house immediately I saw the pig pen had been broken open sending the pigs all running squealing around the farm knocking things over, breaking things and just generally causing trouble so I had little choice but to run around grabbing them from the mud to take them back to the spare pen making sure I counted as I did but I was missing one an important one I looked all over for him trying to find where he could have scampered too when I heard a woman scream. So I grabbed some rope and ran as fast as I could to the small path that runs along the river to the back of the house, it was a public path so I had our small fence between us but I very quickly saw the problem, the large muddy sporty pig Oswald running down the road after a young lady in a teal dress on a bicycle.

"Oh shit" I sighed jumping the fence and running after them both as Oswald bit her wheels and her legs trying to grab at her until he literally knocked her off her bike sending her with a scream into the river. I quickly grabbed oswald and tied him to the tree before I quickly went into the river after the poor lady, she wasn't far in sat in the mud her hat fallen down her head. "Terribly sorry about that. He has a terrible habbit of breaking out and making a run for the river" I told her offering my hand as she fixed her hat she did take my hand slowly letting me help her up

"It's alright, accidents happen. Not the first time I've come off and into the river" she giggled as I helped her out 

"He didn't hurt you did he?"

"No no, it's alright. He just wanted to play"

"I feel terrible about all this, could I pay for your bikes repairs at the least"

"It's alright really no harm done" she says picking up her bike "oh dear. Uhhh could perhaps I trouble you for a ride to town?"

"Of course no trouble at all, miss?"

"Y/n y/l/n"

"Pleasure to meet you miss y/l/n, Simon brown" I smiled giving her hand a little kiss 

"Lovely to meet you Mr brown even if the rougher circumstances" she giggled

"Absolutely, if I may" I smirked offering my hand which she happily took…

[coffeeheartaddict2]

What happens in Vegas does not always stay there.

Book: Open Heart (book 2 rewrite)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x f!mc Casey Valentine

Warnings: language,physical confrontations, sexual references (masturbation)

Rating: Mature

Summary: Casey and Ethan find it difficult to get into a professional rhythm, especially with their personal feelings still simmering hot. Vegas, the fallout and some confrontations.

Word count: 2873

Authors note: When I wrote this originally way back in 2020, it was a reimagining of what Canon gave us. Never in my wildest dreams did I think this would be a cornerstone of my open heart world. As such upon Re-reading there were some changes that I felt needed to be made. This chapter will probabaly have the most changes. There are some physical confrontation in this chapter. I still kept it, but I did make changes and I will be exploring more of what lead to it. I am happy to discuss this further via ask box or DM.

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Pixelberry.

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It has been two weeks since that emotion charged evening when Casey and Ethan ended their relationship. Despite his cool exterior he was still torn internally. They had agreed that they would try to be friends as they working together. But it was hard to go back to a pre relationship setting when you had a taste and the feelings of love that he felt towards Casey could not be switched off. He also missed her as a confidante. His mother was still in Edenbrook. The mandated three days had long passed , so he decided to put her through the team. The years of addiction were taking its toll. He was looking into rehabilitation options for her, however, he did not know what to do. Did he open the wounds and hear her out? This is when he needed Casey, his friend but with so much feeling for him still simmering he thought better of it. He knew he was not alone in these feelings as every time he saw her he could see his feelings reflected in her.

There was also the issue of June. Casey told him that it was June who started the gossip. He had no idea why she did it. She had not caused any issues since he was keeping an eye on her.

The team meeting ends and he notices Dr Valentine hanging back.

“Something on your mind Cas...sorry Dr Valentine?”

He again mentally chastises himself for nearly calling her something so familiar.

“I need to take some time off, short notice this weekend. Will that be alright with you? I am wanting take Friday, Saturday and Monday off.” She looks at me nervously, the last time she looked like that is when she told me about Mrs Martinez. I know she needs me as a friend but it is a slope I am not too eager to hop on but I try to frame it professionally as possible.

“Of course you can have the time off.” I say, “Is there anything else that I can help you with? You look like you have a lot on your mind.”

“Nothing I can’t handle Eth... Dr Ramsey.” I know she is lying, I can see her visibly holding back her emotions- She thanks me for approving the time off and goes to do her rounds.

I make my way back to my desk and pinch the bridge of my nose, hoping that whatever she needs the time off for is not going to jeopardize her career.

Later that day Casey sits at Derry Roasters with Sienna for a mid afternoon coffee break.

“Did you tell Dr Ramsey about why you needed the time off?”

I take a deep breath,

“I know he saw all the emotions running through me and all I wanted to do was tell him everything, about how we were going to take down Declan. He deserves to know, I mean it is taking down Declan and I know he was annoyed that he could not get out of the deal he got the hospital into, but I still want him so badly it physically hurt sometimes but I just could not say anything to him so all I did was ask without saying why.”

“Still hurts that much does it?”

“If we were still together I would have told him at home. I know he recognised some of the emotions I was having and I know he was having the same. I just want to be over this pain already!”

Sienna puts her hand on my shoulder.

“Just breathe.” I do as she says.

I look at the time. We better head back. As we walk through the Atrium, Aurora calls out to us. “What brings you back here?” I ask

“Just dropping some stuff off- I can not believe this merger may actually work!” I smile, probably the most genuine one I have smiled in a few weeks.

“That and Vegas- I have a good feeling about this weekend.”

Ethan, meanwhile is in the DT office, researching rehab options and enjoying his coffee. He noticed that Casey must’ve cleaned the machine, he made note to remember to message her to thank her. He is so engrossed that he does not hear June enter, until he hears noises from the coffee machine.

“What are you doing Hirata?” Said Ethan, angrily, “when did I give you permission to use the coffee machine?”

“I thought the machine was for all of us.” Statted June, “But I won’t use it again.” She says sheepishly.

To Ethan it is not about the coffee machine, it the was games, the manipulation, the undermining of other team members and not recently the spreading of what happened on Dagger mountain which lead to his current break with Casey. All of that coupled with everything with Louise, well he was a tinderbox waiting to go off.

“What has gotten into you Dr Hirata?”

June looks perplexed.

“What is to gain from your mind games,huh?” Said Ethan. “Why do you need to be in control so much and do you care that your games hurt others or does that not occur to you?”

“What, the feelings you have for Casey are… legitimate?” Asked a shocked June. “I will concede she knows her stuff and does come up with some complex diagnosis, but best intern?” She can see Ethan Is seething. “ Surely you had Naveen select her and of course you can do no wrong in his eyes.”

Ethan now is in a white rage. He slaps her.

“It is none of your goddamn business June but my feelings are genuine and they also had no bearing on the competition….”

“That is bullshit Ethan…”

“Believe what you want, but if your games start to interfere with the running of this team, consider your days more numbered than Edenbrook’s!” Ethan grabs his bag and storms out.

June messages Tobias and he makes his way to the office. She tells him of the confrontation and how he slapped her. Tobias was not surprised that he had a verbal stoush with June but slapping her, that was low even for Ethan. He was even more surprised that June was not going to take it to HR. She told him that he has dirt on her so it would not be worth it. Tobias began to wonder what June was playing at. He takes his leave and goes to find Ethan, he may not overly care for June but it was never ok to hit a female.

Ethan stops by Louise’s room to check on her. She seems to be going better than this morning and leaves before she can spot him.

He makes his way to the parking lot and sees Ethan.

“You have a lot of nerve Ramsey” he yells

Ethan looks annoyed.

“What the fuck do you want Carrick?”

“Care to tell me why you slapped June then?”

“Not particularly”

“Never known you to hit on a woman Ethan. What, is Valentine not satisfying enough for you?”

Tobias has now reached Ethan and Ethan shirt fronts Tobias and shoved him up against the car.

“I have suspected that there was something between the two of you since the softball game, I also knew June had her suspicions and we were correct…”

Ethan maintains his grip but is shocked.

“You what…”

“You heard me Ethan”

Ethan let’s go, Tobias is relieved until Ethan punches him.

“That was for using Casey in your mind games with June. I suppose it was you that told June that he was in your care?”

“Yeah it was me and I have been feeling bad about it since. It could have happened at Kenmore and it was my fault. Do I feel bad that Casey got caught up? Yes. But since when do you enter a relationship? Especially with your resident?”

“Me and Casey, Carrick is none of your business.”

Both men are simmering with emotion by now.

“Yeah well what you do in your spare time became my business when you slapped June.” Retorted Tobias.

“Well you should have thought about that when your games started hurting others.” Ethan refrains from hitting him again and moves to make his way to the car.

“What, you are telling me that you did not fuck your intern to advance her career? I have known you too long Ramsey, you do not do relationships.”

Ethan’s blood was boiling with rage. He shirt fronted him again.

“Would you like to repeat that?” Said Ethan through gritted teeth. “You knew me in medical school but you do not know me now.” He shoves Tobias and enters his car and drives off.

Ethan arrives home and has a drink of one of his more expensive scotches to calm down. He reflected on his confrontation with Tobias, especially where Tobias felt bad for the senator and what happened. The whole team missed the red flags until it was too late. He still missed their friendship after all this time and a brief thought of reconciliation did happen after the team came to help but he could not help but feel that was off the table again. He did feel lighter for getting some of the anger off his chest but at what cost. This was a question for another time he thought. He went to bed, again longing for the woman he wished to be there.

It is the next day, June has called in sick and Ethan arrives at work earlier than usual as he could not sleep. Ethan enters the office and sees Casey is already there working. Ethan goes to make them some coffee. The noise of the coffee machine stirs Casey from her work. “Oh, good morning Dr Ramsey.”

“What are you doing in this early? Oh and thank you for cleaning machine the other day.”

Casey smiles briefly. “I could not sleep and I wanted to get my reports done before my leave.”

“Fair enough” says Ethan whilst continuing to make their coffee.

Ethan looks at her working wishing that he could just hug her and kiss her once again. The coffee is made. He could not help but notice that Casey was on edge and asked her how she is? Casey was not sure how to respond, there was a lot going on currently and it was not all pertaining to the trip to Vegas this weekend

“Do you want the short version or the long version?”

Ethan sensing her mixed emotions asks her “How is everything going with your intern?”

“I think I know how you were feeling last year when Mrs M blew up in my face- it is frustrating though as I do not know what happened for sure and she won’t tell me.”

“What do you think happened?” Asked Ethan looking more concerned.

“I hope you don’t think I am a horrible person for thinking this but I think she did what has been alleged and that she did what was asked of her. I pulled her up for her conduct towards the patient and she seemed almost offended that I thought that. I think it clouded her judgment.”

Ethan puts his hand on hers and squeezes briefly before letting go.

“No, I don't think your horrible for thinking that. You would base your opinion on what you know.”

Casey smiles briefly at Ethan. “Thank you Dr Ramsey.” Casey briefly grabs Ethan’s hand and squeezes and then lets go. They finish their coffee and work in comfortable silence.

It is Friday night, normally Ethan would have stopped off at Donahues but he decides to go home. Even though things are slowly becoming less awkward post break up with Casey, he still yearned for her. He poured himself a scotch and drank it in a single gulp. He poured another, deciding to savour it. He sat down on his couch and listed to some opera. For some unknown reason he grabs his phone and opens pictogram. He still only has the one friend, but still from time to time he looks.

He opens Casey’s page. His eyes open in amazement. She is in Vegas with her friends, explains the time off he thinks to himself but that is not the focus of his attention. His eyes are drawn to a photo with the caption dressed to kill. Ethan’s breath catches. He feels an all to familiar stirring in his pants as he begins to stiffen. He hits like on the photo and puts his phone away and decides to have a shower and turn in for the night. He tries to think of work, his dad, his search for a rehab facility for Louise, all to try and take his mind off Casey and that dress to kill the raging hard on but it is to no avail. “Goddamnit!” He says to himself. With one arm braced on the wall for support with the steamy water cascading over himself he starts to stroke his rock hard cock. All he can think about is Casey wearing that dress, and how much he wished she was here. How much he wanted to take her up against the window and have her body writhing with pleasure as he works her over with his tongue, enjoying the sweet taste of her sex. As the pleasure intensifies within him he thinks about his cock inside her and how much he loves the sensation. The pressure can not build anymore and it was a physically and emotionally charged release as his load blew. He leans against the wall and mutters to himself “fucking hell Ramsey-what pull does this girl have over you?” Within that moment he realises, not only does he still love her but she is worth the risk and swears to try and win her back.

Meanwhile in Vegas, Casey and the gang have had a productive evening. The managed to get a recording of Charlotte St Yves admitting to Medicare fraud and the recording has been sent to Jackie’s friend at the New York Times. Casey feels an element of relief, it was Panacea’s greed that lead to such drastic measures in saving Mrs Martinez however briefly. Her and her friends partied hard when the Panacea cohort left enjoyed far too much champagne. The thought of rebound sex with Bryce was tempting, however she still felt like she would be cheating on Ethan so decided against it. Casey heads back to the penthouse. She looks at the view and remembers the time whilst she was suspended that she had sex with Ethan in his apartment and how he took her up against the window. “Damnit Casey! You are here to forget about him.” No matter how hard she tries to forget, she can’t ignore the pressure build between her legs. She makes her way to the bathroom and has a shower. The next thing she knows she starts rubbing herself, she circles her clit in ever tighter circles, wishing it was Ethan’s thumb or tongue. These thoughts get her perilously close and she inserts a finger and then another. She thrusts them in and out until she releases. She is not as satisfied as she thought she would be, nothing compares to the real thing but it has taken the edge of. She gets ready for bed and looks at her phone. An alert on her screen advises that Ethan liked her photo. She sends him a text.

CV: Surely you have better things to do on a Friday night than stalk me on Picta. Thanks for the like though- had a productive night.

She then goes to sleep.

The gang enjoy the rest of their trip to Vegas.

It is Tuesday and everyone is back to work. The story with Panacea and the medicare fraud is broken. Dr Ramsey catches up with Dr Valentine in the hallway. He greets her and asks her, “Panacea, was that the productive night you had in Vegas?”

Casey smiles, “I did it for Mrs M”

“Well for the record she would be proud and so am I”

Dr Valentine blushes, “careful Dr Ramsey, flattery will get you places where I know we shouldn’t go.”

“Glad your back safe Dr Valentine.”

Casey heads to the free clinic for her shift with a renewed sense of vigour, Panacea gone and slowly getting less awkward being around Ethan, now the situation with Esme needs resolution. She calls a patient name and it is the Coates’ lawyer. Casey does not answer her questions, despite her suspicions about the allegations being right. The lawyer is frustrated but does not push further. She makes her way out of the clinic and sees Sienna and Jackie and then Aurora. Aurora mentions that Mass Kenmore has been brought out by Solomon health. We all head to Declan’s old office with the note payback’s a bitch.

Casey is numb- she can not believe that they were outplayed and that Edenbrook’s days are numbered then the sadness kicks in at the fact the one person she wants to be comforted by is her ex boyfriend which she knows is asking for trouble, instead her and her friends find comfort in each other.

Authors note: that is is a wrap on chapter 15 in Tashland.

I hope you are all enjoying the rewrite of a rewrite and again if there is anything you want to discuss please reach out via DM or ask box.

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[blueberryomega]

VICIOUS (The Series)

Pairing: Female and male OC (Male OC was my husband's idea) x AEW Superstars

Summary: Audrey Nolan, an almost 23-year-old woman, comes to AEW with the simple fact of fulfilling her dream of being a wrestler, inspired by Chyna, her favorite wrestler. But as time goes by, she feels her dream destroyed by people who judge her because of her gender.

Warning: strong language, may contain sex.

Audience: 18+ [minors do not interact]

I don't own any gifs, photos or brands posted here. This is just a fanfiction! Don't like it? Go away and don't read it. That's it.

The point where getting married became their goal achieved. Jay and Audrey Nolan, a couple of future wrestling superstars. Audrey completed a year of college before starting all of this. But she, in addition to wanting to be her husband's manager, she wants to do the same as her favorite wrestler Chyna, fight against men.

The two of them wanted to spend their first years in AEW, and then go to another company. Their plans were already made.

"Well baby.." Jay showed the contract. "Tony wants us to read the instructions before signing."

"The only thing I hope is that they put me in several natches and don't leave me forgotten like multiple superstars."

"My love, they're not going to leave you forgotten."

"Baby, they told me they're going to put me in the men's division..."

"As my manager."

"Yeah...."

Jay looked at her. "Are you OK?"

"Yes of course."

"Okay, that's all I need."

They both agreed to sign. And since then, both dream had begun.

A LOT OF TIME LATER...

The Nolan couple arrived at AEW, trained as they were supposed to and with the figure they both wanted. Audrey felt bad because she missed her husband's belly, but at the same time she understood that it was for his good. When they entered, a woman was there to serve them.

"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Nolan." She greets. "My name is Scarlett Adams and I'm going to give you a tour and show you her dressing room. I did it exclusively for you. Don't tell anyone."

"Good." The two affirmed and participated in the tour. Everything seemed fine, well, except for Claudio Castagnoli, who looked at them with pure detestation.

"Whoa, whoa... here's the mister... manager and his other musketeers."

"Hey..." Jay interrupted. "Who do you think you're talking to?"

"To your wife, who looks like a male with those exaggerated muscles."

Scarlett rolled her eyes. "Claudio, you're lucky Moxley isn't here to calm you down with a damn fist."

Audrey crossed her arms. "Be very careful what you say, Suiza milk. Because you're not going to finish this..."

"Hey..." Jay looked at her and approached her. "Don't you remember the phrase you used to make fun of the Swiss people?"

"Yes... only my brother and I understand each other with that brand of milk..."

Claudio raised an eyebrow. "What kind of milk?"

Audrey laughed. "What milk? Well, the Suiza."

She laughed, realizing that Scarlett got the joke too.

"I don't know what's wrong with Swiss milk." Claudio growled.

"Hey Clau.." Scarlett raised her hand, laughing. "Won't you have juice too?"

The two laughed, making Jay laugh too.

"You know what? You're going to pay for it. Neither your husband nor your little friend are going to defend you." Claudio left furious. Jay barked like a dog as he passed, and there they continued their journey. The three of them arrived at the locker, everything organized for their comfort.

Scarlett crossed her arms and smiled. "I hope you like it, the staff and I left it clean for you. If you have anything, let me know and look for me."

"Clear." Jay and Audrey responded, entering the locker.

"Well.." Audrey took a small breath. "Our dreams have already begun to come true."

"Exactly, but no matter what happens, I will be with you." Jay smiled and kissed his wife. "Now go and take a walk, I'll be training here."

"Hey, but what if Claudio shows up and attacks me?"

"You do the same, love. Remember that you didn't get into the male roaster for nothing."

She went for a walk, looking out to each side to check if Claudio was not in any corner. She felt scared, but at the same time she saw that he was there, trying to intimidate Eddie Kingston and saying things to him, she looked out a little, checking what was happening. But, almost after a fight, Audrey intervened, holding off the Swiss's fist.

"Why don't you pick on someone your size?"

He stuck out his arm, leaving with his club.

"That's right big guy, get out where I can't see you."

Eddie took a breath, looking at Audrey and not believing that she defended him herself.

"Hey.. Audrey, right?"

"Yes..." She smiled. "By the way, you don't have to thank me for anything, he already owed me one."

"Right now, I wanted to fight that guy. I'm sick of him and being thought to intimidate me just because he's with Moxley."

"Me too... that fucker called me a male just because I got the figure I have. Besides, I've always wanted that, I don't know why he makes so much drama about it."

"What's wrong with your figure? You look pretty good."

"I know, right?" We both laugh.

"Hey...Audrey..." Eddie spoke once more. "Don't you mind if we're friends? I mean, nothing more than that."

"Exactly, nothing more than that. I'm recently married and I don't want to have problems with Jay. It won't be your fault, eh?"

"Well, thanks again for the help."

"You're welcome. Besides, I'm doing it for... my heroes..." She gave a sigh. "Well, I'm leaving. We'll talk later."

"Have a nice night."

TO BE CONTINUED....

Pos Data: Definition of LECHE SUIZA

Part two coming soon.

[geometricalien]

AU where Akashi & Furihata meet as adults when the former catches the latter in the middle of his breakdown after going through a bad experience. This unexpected reunion allows them to explore a connection that they never had back when they were still high school classmates. And the more they spend time together, the more Akashi becomes certain he should've kept in touch with Furihata all those years ago. Yet, no matter how eager Akashi is to get to know Furihata better, the latter keeps refraining himself from doing the same to the former. But why? Akashi has proven countless times that he's genuine with his actions. And what does Furihata's unwillingness to open his heart have anything to do with the incident he suffered during his elementary school years?

(I noticed often in AkaFuri fics that it's always Furi who has to do the initiative to get Aka to let down his walls, open himself up to others & let them into his life. So I thought of this role-reversal idea as a response to that)

This is really interesting because like you said, it's often Furihata trying to lower Akashi's walls...

okay, first things first: I think we must suppose that their shared history of basketball is no more- especially if they are going to have attended the same high school. However, I believe that they must have been in the same higher division class. You will have to take Akashi - student body president - from my cold dead hands, okay? I'm getting an image of a seemingly well adjusted Akashi, performing admirably in his studies and constantly ending up first in their year, he is well liked by all their peers- always invited to hang out (and sometimes he even accepts), he even kindly turns down the girls who confess to him. He is for all intents and purposes the paragon of their school and there is no way someone like him would interact with Furihata beyond what is necessary- or at least thats what Furihata tells himself.

I think mr perfect over here would always send kind smiles to those he passes or when they meet gazes, so I think Akashi would catch Furihata's eye on occasion and send him a little smile and bow of his head before Furihata glances to the side, glances back, and if Akashi was still looking at him- then he would nod back. Furihata gains the reputation of being quiet and reserved with his classmates- no one is even sure if he has friends or not. But he isn't disruptive or anything, he just, keeps to himself. And it stays that way until Akashi and him are assigned to a project together. THUS cue Akashi trying to interact with Furihata and despite his unreceptiveness, Akashi learns a bit about this curious boy like the fact that he knows a fair amount about trains, he makes his own lunches, his distance doesn't come from ill intent nor the presumed shy/reserved nature everyone in class has dubbed him with but his - at times - debilitating anxiety, and that he has a perceptive eye as well. Furihata is well caught up on the classroom gossip for someone who never converses with their classmates, he is also the only one who calls Akashi out for the dark circles under his eyes.

This all culminates in Akashi thinking, 'Furihata is an intriguing individual. He is thoughtful and kind and funny, yet he declines my every attempt to become friends outside of this project.' The project ends before long and things go back to normal except when Akashi glances over to Furihata, he doesn't immediately look away. And Akashi can recognize a losing fight when he sees one, he decides to wait until the next year- their third year- in about a month to renew efforts to become friends, after all change is often incremental. However Akashi didn't expect to not see Furihata's name on their class roaster, or any class roaster for that matter. Furihata Kouki moved, and Akashi Seijuurou was the only one to care.

Skip to the present, around six to ten years later, and I will tell you- it is almost impossible to hang out with people you don't regularly see at work or school or your apartment. As an adult everyone has their own responsibilities and when you do have free time, it is often eaten up by housework or "recovery/recharging" So i'm only really seeing them running into each other if like, Akashi hears Furihata have a panic attack in the bathroom at work or if while entering his apartment he sees Furihata's crumpled form at the other end of the hallway crying into his hands.

But fuck it, I have a trope that isn't often used in fanfic so lets use it! Akashi runs into Furihata at a supermarket where Furihata is standing infront of the frozen foods crying. (also i forgot to mention it but i think it would be nice to have some parallelism of like, in high school Akashi helped Furihata once when he was in the middle of a panic attack) Akashi comforts him and when Furihata has enough awareness and realizes who is actually beside him he says, "A- Akashi-kun?" "Hello, Furihata-kun." I'm picturing Akashi assisting Furihata with the rest of his purchases, helping him take them back to his place, and coming face to face with Furihata's rude, offputting roommate. Furihata thanks him for his help but is clearly trying to get Akashi to leave as soon as possible. The following conversation happens at his doorstep:

"I had wished to exchange phone numbers in high school but your family moved before I could do so. It is one of my greatest regrets. I do not wish to make the same mistake, Furihata-kun."

"... You aren't going to leave unless I give you my phone number?"

"It sounds particularly unsavory when you say it like that. Perhaps, the promise of coffee, instead?"

"If I say yes, will you leave?"

Akashi smiles, a noncommittal answer.

"Fine. Um, next Wednesday at the cafe on 35th and Oimiwa, 2 pm."

"Excellent. I look forward to catching up with you. Farewell, Furihata-kun."

And not even ten seconds after Furihata closes the door does his "roommate" aka his life-in on and off again boyfriend have more than a few words for him. Hence begins Akashi's entanglement in Furihata's tumultuous relationship and self esteem issues causing him to believe that this toxic relationship is all that he deserves.

(btw im high keying implying that the elementary school incident has to do with bullies calling him gay and beating him up and other homophobic things, leading to him being closed off from his peers and contributing to his below sea level confidence and why he stays with someone who regularly makes him cry let alone have a melt down in the middle of a grocery store AND to be saved by his high school crush- talk about embarrassing AND THEN said man comes to his apartment looking like well a model straight from a magazine, asking for his number, making plans to meet up again- all while his toxic, emotionally abusive, and manipulative ex/boyfriend is in the same room)

Thats my take on it, and oh god, this would be a nail biter, very anxiety heavy

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I posted 148 times in 2022

That's 147 more posts than 2021!

22 posts created (15%)

126 posts reblogged (85%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@/deadshadowcreature

@/appreciatedvillain

@/lmkwritings

@/angelicalchaoticabyss

@/calamityshrike

I tagged 30 of my posts in 2022

#ninjago - 10 posts

#nioook ocs - 8 posts

#ninjago villain - 5 posts

#ninjago harumi - 4 posts

#ninjago lloyd - 3 posts

#ninjago acronix - 3 posts

#little dumb ocs - 3 posts

#twst x reader - 2 posts

#ocs - 2 posts

#my ocs art - 2 posts

Longest Tag: 66 characters

#pls help i didnt do much research before i feel so dumb and stupid

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

more bad sketches of my oc !d!d!!! (HAS BEEN UPDATED)

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8 notes - Posted April 26, 2022

#4

new lmk oc!!! Li Hua (she/it)

9 notes - Posted May 4, 2022

#3

they share the same hairstyle. whihc i would love to call. "the horse ponytail"

god i fuckng hate nadakhan tho 🤜🤜🤜

13 notes - Posted April 12, 2022

#2

them.

115 notes - Posted June 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

My middle brother who doesnt know much about ninjago makes fun of the villians -

Harumi - Ms. red eye bitch

Acronix - One of the travel times - naruto

Morro - Ghostbuster

Garmadon S8 - Garmadon s8

Krux - naruto 2

Chen - the snake of 87'

Mr.E - Mr. R

Unagami - red bow tie hair lookin shit

Lloyd - Lloyd Evil

Great devourer- Snake eye bitch

Skales - snake eye bitch 2

Pythor - snake o' bitches

Clouse - Teams of apples

Garmadon S1 - Garmadon s7

Omega - looking shit dark man

Ronin - he took a big shit at 87'

Sensei Yang - Sensei bitch

Killow - The Rock

Ultra Violet - Miss Challie

Kozu - The real shit of 87'

General Cryptor - Roasters Skeletons

Skull Sorcerer - He looks like a bamboo

Samukai - King of shitness

Preeminent idk - The premenint of sht of 87'

Ice Emperor - Dark of lord X

Overlord - Garmadon but he took a big shit

Aspheera - Ancient Snake Eye btich 3

Nadakhan - He looks like his mom died because of his ugliness and because of his wife dumped him in the trash

Iron Baron - Material Guy

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117 notes - Posted April 18, 2022

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