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ultralightpoe · 2 years

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Missions and Markets - Bucky Barnes

Description: You get Bucky to accompany you on a trip to hell.....otherwise known as the grocery store.

Warnings: none? I think? Cuss words

Authors Note: Lol good luck with this one, written at 4 am. You have any requests feel free to send them in, I love writing for Marvel. Enjoy!

Word Count: 1,573

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Grocery shopping should be illegal.

Okay not actually, grocery shopping was an absolute necessity and there is no way people would survive without it at this point, but that didn’t stop you from despising the very idea of it. You weren’t alone in this thought either, you soon found out that each and every one of the avengers hated grocery shopping for their own reasons.

Thor hated the prices, he was a god so why should he have to pay for anything? He also hated that whenever he went to the store he got stuck grabbing things off the top shelves for everyone who couldn’t reach. He’d stop at the store for a couple things the team needed and would get stuck helping housewives for hours.

Steve hated how lost he got, back in his day there were about three aisles before you reached the dairy section. Go in and go out, buy a pop for 20 cents and be home within 30 minutes. Now? There were 10 different brands for one item, and while Steve tried making decisions, he soon found that he just…..couldn’t. What was the difference? Which one was healthier and which would taste better? Where was the milk? Why is milk at the back of the store and why were there so many options? How do they make milk out of almonds?

The avengers all hated shopping and they all had reasons to, but it was a necessity. So you all tried to work out a system. Nat came up with the idea of a chore chart, each person would take turns going shopping, and it worked for a month until everyone began fighting and switching shifts.

So Bruce offered a delivery system, order the stuff online and have it delivered. But whenever they did that the shopper would get the wrong items and substitute anything they didn’t have with the next best thing . (Which wouldn’t a problem if Thor liked more than one flavor of pop tarts and Steve wasn’t so freaked out about the different ingredients)

Not to mention whatever pour soul they got had to navigate the Avengers Compound and had to deal with each and every security setup Tony had in place. Jarvis was a bit too protective. (Tony got sued by one of the delivery people because Jarvis called them a bomb threat when his analysis mistook a phone for a bomb.)

So delivery was out and the team was stumped, arguing all the time. Until Tony made the wheel. It was put into the meeting room and had been the deciding factor on who would run errands for 4 months now.

The way it worked was simple, someone would spin the wheel and whoever it landed on had to go shopping that week. Clint challenged it when he got three in a row, claiming Tony had rigged it, but that was quickly solved when Pepper began spinning the wheel.

You had loved the system, only having to go to the store once since it started, until Black Friday came up and your name was chosen. Shit.

You tried to get out of it, tried saying that you can go a couple days after but Tony said no. Stores would be closed on thanksgiving and they needed to restock food before the fundraiser would take over in time for the christmas season. It sounded like a stupid excuse for Tony to get on your nerves but you finally just gave up.

The day of the trip finally arrived and you had the list prepared but quickly decided that you would not be going alone. Which led you to your dear pal Bucky’s door.

Bucky had arrived at the compound after you, so Tony (who was punishing you for breaking a mirror with a BB gun) told you to chaperone him in the beginning stages of his recovery.

Chaperoning soon turned to friendship which soon led to complicated feelings between the two of you. Movie nights with snacks and workout sessions where you didn’t actually work out became a routine. Most of your things had moved to Bucky's apartment within the compound and you had painted the walls for his birthday to make it more of a home. (Tony still doesn’t know that part)

You knew you could count on Bucky for anything…… and he was the perfect backup for shopping.

You knocked on his door three times, just as any demon would, and patiently waited. Messing with the bottom of your tee while trying to be quiet so you didn’t wake Sam in the apartment across from Bucky’s.

His door opened just a smidge, showing just his face as he smiled sleepily at you. “Mornin’ dollface.”

“Good morning Buck.” You smile back, leaning in. “Hey, you want to hang out today? I have to go to the sto-”

“No.” And before you know it his door is shut again.

“Aw come on Buck.” You whine, laying your forehead against the door. “I need your help.”

“No chance.”

“I’ll……. I’ll go with you on your turn.”

“Hmmmm. Nah.”

“Okay……. I’ll let you pick the next movie for movie night.”

“Even if it’s-”

“Oh my gawd, please don’t say Lord of the Rings again.”

“.........I wasn’t gonna.”

“You so were.”

“Do you want my help or not Sugarplum?” He laughs and you get silent for a moment.

“OKAY! Fine.” You whine and the door whips open to reveal a fully dressed Barnes. “Were you getting ready to go?”

“Duh?”

“Just on the off chance, what was the lowest you would have come with me for?”

“I was gonna ask for a classic sugar smile but then you offered up movie night and I took it.” He laughs, kissing your forehead while leading you to the elevator.

Getting a parking spot was absolutely hectic, and Bucky had cursed under his breath numerous times. “If you weren’t in the car I would probably crash.”

“Do it you coward.”

By the time you actually got into the store Bucky was already guarding you intensely, flexing his metal arm in preparation. “Who woulda thought grocery stores were like THIS on Black Friday?”

“I’ve heard stories but…..” You laugh, looking at the crowd while you pull out the list. Bucky rests his chin on your shoulder so he can read it as well. “Okay mission number two: getting a cart.”

“What was mission number one?”

“Fucking getting here Buck.” You laugh, pulling him with you to grab a cart. “Do you think it would go quicker if we split up?”

“Not a chance in hell.” Bucky snaps, wrapping his flesh arm around your shoulder. “Okay let’s start with the jar foods.”

It hadn’t been too bad of a trip so far. An older woman glared at Bucky when he grabbed the last bottle of tajin that Natasha liked so much, and then had promptly been scolded for going around a corner too fast trying to escape the old wretch.

You were close to finishing the list and Bucky was close to losing his mind. “I actually have to agree with Clint. I think Anthony rigged it.”

“Tony.” You correct, flicking his nose as he leaned in to check the list again. “And…. well I don’t doubt it. But it’s not that bad. At least we have each other.”

It slips out before you can even think about, blushing a bit when you realize how cheesy it sounded. But Bucky seems to actually contemplate it.

“We do make an amazing team on and off the field.” He offers, grabbing some sugary candy and throwing it in the cart. “This isn’t much different from the field. Sure there are no guns or blood….. Or no blood yet, that grandma seems about ready to stab that mom over those donuts-”

“Mood honestly.”

“My point is this is like a little Barnes team mission.”

“Wait. Why is the team named after you?!” You scoff, turning to face him with a fake offended look.

“It isn’t obvious?” He smirks, arms grabbing the cart, sufficiently trapping you there. “We’re team Barnes because you obviously are gonna take my last name.”

Your skin is hot, blushing more than you ever thought possible as you try to figure out what just happened.

“Oh….. that was smooth.” Both yours and Bucky’s heads snap towards the voice where the old lady now stood. “Now excuse me old man, I want some gummy worms.”

“O-Old man?!” Bucky laughs, stepping back from you.

“I was 1940s, you were before the 20s hit.” She snickers, shoving past him. “Philippa Harkness. I live on 209 Canburry Wiclon lane. I’d like an invite to the wedding. I might not answer because I’m very busy but I would like an invite.”

“You got it.” You smile, leaving an excited Bucky behind to talk with her about the good old days.

By the time Bucky finds you again you are at checkout, smiling from ear to ear as he kisses your head. “Don’t tell Tony but I invited Phillipa to christmas dinner.”

“He is going to kill you.”

“Then Team Barnes will just have to complete Mission: Sneak Phillipa in.” He laughs. “But first I need to complete Operation ask future Mrs. Barnes on a date.”

“That is a very long title.”

“I’m thinking Chinese.”

“You haven’t even asked me.”

“Yes. Chinese and Lord of the Rings, a perfect night indeed.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #winter soldier #winter soldier imagine #winter soldier x reader #mcu #mcu imagine #marvel #marvel imagine

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yinses · 3 years

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substitute

| you told yourself that you would do anything for satoru |

gojo satoru x reader

rating: 18+

a/n: i have an obsession i know. i’m working on it

it was to a soft tickling at the inside of your thighs that welcomed you into the next day. a soft sigh broke through your yawn as you shifted and twisted against the desires tugging at your veins.

somewhere in your mind, you registered that it was much too early.

but of course your body disagreed tenfold.

“ngh…” an equally tired chuckle vibrates against you and you jumped at the touch of a thumb brushing against your outer lips.

“the was a cute sound,” the voice purred. your hips lifted once more in reaction before they were assisted into submission by the firm weight of a forearm along your pelvis.

the sounds of your slick sliding against his tongue were as equally loud as it was lewd. there was no art to the madness, just a series of flicks and heavy suction.

your fingers clenched at the sheets, wrinkling the integrity as your chest heaved with every moan. in terms of wake up calls, the impending shrill of your alarm easily took last place.

“you are always such a sight to wake up to. thought i’d return the favor.”

and return it he did.

the insertion of a finger freed up the opportunity for his voice to waft around the room again. the rhythm was as languid as his lazy drawl as he bent a joint and raked the nail against your inner walls.

“i also might need a favor.”

the pinch of your brow came before the comprehension of his words. gojo was always a talker- a stronger contender as a firm charmer that managed to weave his way through society. as his position as ‘the chosen one’, his power spoke volumes.

with you- he leaned on alternative methods.

“fuck-toru… you bastard.”

you choked over the inclusion of a second finger, barely swallowing your words as you struggled to rock into them.

“that’s not very nice of you. to think i woke up so early to treat you this morning.

your boyfriend took the opportunity to curl both fingers this time, smirking when you all but managed to successful buck him off as you keened under his ministrations.

“it’s nothing big.” turquoise eyes, tinged with lust, met yours as he rose his head. the blanket fell off his shoulders, revealing more pale skin. “i just need a bit of a substitute today.”

substitute? as in substitute teacher? he had to be joking.

unlike gojo, after graduation you had more than willingly left behind the stuffy atmosphere of education. as a sorcerer, you never did stop learning. the always evolving curses not letting you hang too far off your game.

but to return to the classroom to put those young students through everything you hated in your youth?

no orgasm was worth that.

you disguised your grimace under the pretense of displeasure as he withdrew his hand all together. he tsked at your impatience, using the same hand as a crude form of lube as he fisted his growing cock.

“it will be easy. these classes are even smaller than ours were.”

it was difficult to voice a complaint when he was doing just the opposite and sliding into you. your back arched as he filled you to the hilt with little difficulty.

he experimented with a shallow thrust, a grin pulling at his lips when you responded positively. the pace he set was slower than either of you were use to on a regular basis, but it fit the mood of morning sex.

his forehead touched yours as he drew back for another long thrust. “shit-squeezing me so early. what a good girl.”

you whimpered when his hips met yours with more force than the last. “think of how excited they’ll be to have a new face. such a sexy one at that.”

your body slid along the mattress each time he buried himself within you. you didn’t want to admit that he was getting to you. not even his all seeing gaze needed to retell the obvious. his plan was flawless and in short you were too much of a simp for the man.

so you just accepted the early morning distraction, taking direct pleasure in the way it unraveled the tangle of sleep.

you clenched your inner muscles helpfully and your boyfriend groaned in appreciation as he chased both of your releases with new vigor. the twitching and shakiness began with you as the pace picked up. your climax tumbled out of you with a sharp gasp as your boyfriend filled the space with a grunt.

the two of you took a minute to regain your before he eventually pulled out and you pointedly ignored the stickiness as you relaxed your legs to give him the room to pull away. he didnt stray too far, white locks tickling your nose as he leaned in close again.

“i have more in store for you tonight as a thank you.”

with a huff, you pressed your palm against his cheek before his lips could chase yours.

“fine, fine. i’ll babysit your class. you better be on some super important mission.”

gojo made a pleased sound, somewhere stuck between a hum and a warm rumble as he nuzzled the side of your neck and pressed his lips there instead.

“super important. thanks babe.”

you don’t know why you agreed to this.

leaning back against the desk, you returned the silent gesture as the three first-years scrutinized your presence. aside from megumi, the other two were new faces for you. but your boyfriend’s knack for storytelling painted the picture in the absence of words.

nobara was obvious. the sole girl of the unit.

poor girl.

she seemed to share your sentiment of wanting to be anywhere else but here.

“so you’re dating sensei?”

you brought your arms closer to your chest as your shoulders rose with the action.

was that … judgement?

“i’m so sorry.”

it was the sincerity that scared you the most.

“oh wow, wow, wow. sensei’s really got it all. “

sukuna’s vessel was impossible to miss as any seasoned sorcerer. despite the boy’s positive demeanor, he reeked of the malevolent residue. yet in a way he made it work, there was nothing really about him that didn’t come off as approachable.

he had something to gain gojo’s infatuation. there was no doubt in your mind that he would use this boy to help him dismantle the systematic hierarchy of the sitting elders.

you just had to wonder.

was the kid his main tool or the curse?

“i can’t believe you actually agreed to this.”

ah, megumi.

the boy liked to express his love for distance, but the years swallowed up so much of it as you watched him grow. your boyfriend was a lot of things but you couldn’t deny the influence he had on the young sorcerer.

the boy who seemed to disdain the attention knew it too.

now that everyone had their turn to speak, you supposed it was your turn.

“he was very convincing,” you offered lowly before picking up the volume. “let’s not pretend you’re actually going to learn anything from me. im just a sit in until satoru gets back from his mission.”

megumi’s scoff shouldn’t have come as a surprise. gojo’s name was rarely spoken without it’s accompaniment.

“what makes you think he’s not off sightseeing?”

because killing gojo was impossible but you would happily tire yourself exploring your options.

your smile was tight as you gestured to the door,” lets kick the morning off with some practice matches. the second years are always eager.”

settled comfortably against the bleachers observing as your temporary students got their asses handed to them, you came to the conclusion that being a teacher couldn’t be too bad. perhaps in the future you might be more willing to offer your services with out your boyfriend’s extra persuasion.

speaking of gojo, you wondered how his mission was going. you never actually questioned his agenda.

you didn’t expect to wait long as the dial tone started up. outside of battle and life or death situations, gojo rarely ignored your calls. he knew in the thick of it you could protect yourself, but he preferred to keep himself available to your needs.

the sounds of mixed commotion greeted you before his voice did.

“toru … it sounds busy. where are you?”

gojo’s answering laugh should have been the first warning. to some it may have come off as eased but you could hear the way he forced it in to deflect.

“sweetheart, how are classes going? i hope they’re not giving you too much trouble.”

trouble seemed to be the opposite of what he was dealing with. there were a lot of people holding their own conversations in the background, all of them too casual to be in danger. in fact, there were too many in general to place him on a battlefield.

what exactly were you substituting for?

“order #217 for… gogo-san?”

the loud cluck of your tongue against the roof of your mouth was suddenly powerful enough to drown out the clamor.

gojo satoru prided himself on standing resilient to all threats. it was how he maintained his position as the strongest. he was sought out for his efficiency and ability to overcome all adversaries.

even against the most fearsome.

“honey, do i ever have a treat for you! today was a single-day special at my favorite bakery. you should have seen the lines. it's a good thing i got here so early!”

there were a lot of things you would do for satoru gojo.

and even more that you would do to him when you got home.

#gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #Jujutsu Kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo sins

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seat-safety-switch · 3 years

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If there's one thing I wish my neighbourhood had, it's an auto parts store. Although the internet is delightful and my avowed preference for getting cheap new parts, your friendly local auto parts store is essential for those 4pm "oh shits" on Sunday afternoon. And without one close by, everything that breaks becomes a car drive away from getting a replacement part. Suddenly, if you've noticed two bad gaskets in one water pump replacement job, you've lost two hours of wrenching time just going back and forth.

Now, the chain that's closest to my place does have delivery, but only during the weekdays. A dude comes in a little Chevy hatchback with a giant fibreglass hat on the top bearing the logo of the store. He's used to delivering to big businesses like Ted's Car-Unfucking Salon, so when he encounters a regular house, he just doesn't know what to do. Most of the time, he leaves several hundred dollars' worth of parts on your porch right before flooring it on his way out of your neighbourhood.

Now, I haven't had any porch pirates in the last few years – Mr. Cho, who lives on my block, was very interested back in May 2016 when I went by his Friday night poker game and told him about the alternator that got stolen. In June of 2016, I was driving to work and I saw the fire department working hard to get down the body of some guy with no skin hanging off the street light. Ever since then, no problems. That might not be the case for your neighbourhood, which is not lucky enough to lay claim to a Mr. Cho or substitute good citizen thereof.

That's why I've adopted a sort of "middle-ground" policy to the entire auto parts store problem. They've got a pretty big parking lot over at the store, so why not just do the entire job out there? It's not like they can really do much to me once I've taken the front subframe out, and if I miss their closing time, I'm basically first in line for when they open.

The real genius of all this is that if I don't get my car running in time to go to work the next morning, I can just use my phone to order some parts to the office and hop into the hat-car as it leaves. Sure, a citizen riding shotgun on a parts delivery is not "allowed" by corporate, but he knows who I live near.

#mr. cho

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keelywolfe · 3 years

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FIC: Just Swimmingly ch.1 (BAON)

Summary: Stretch and Edge are happily living their best lives together, despite the occasional setbacks. This might be another one.

Tags: Spicyhoney, Established Relationships, Hurt/Comfort, Additional Tags To Come

Part of the ‘by any other name’ series.

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"that's it, babe, i'm finished. stick a fork in me, i'm done."

Edge looked over to where his husband was flopped back in the grass, an arm slung over his eye sockets. His sweatshirt had been shed some time ago, followed by his tank top and now he was stripped down to his lovely, if somewhat sweaty, rib cage. He couldn’t blame Stretch for his exhaustion, they’d been working hard since early this morning and even he was starting to feel weariness setting in.

"Not quite finished, but close," Edge allowed. "It's looking very good."

That was enough to Stretch to rise all the way onto his elbows in outrage. "excuse me, it is looking fantastic. amazing. brilliant. gimmie a second to find a thesaurus and i'll toss a few more adjectives your way."

Edge had to admit that he was right. Their new pond was shaping up into a fine addition for their backyard. Surrounded by large stones to support the two small waterfalls, the narrow path that led to it from the coop was surrounded by plants that were both visually appealing and of types that any domesticated poultry would find an appetizing snack. What couldn't be seen was the dedicated filter and drain that would keep the water clean and the automatic vacuum that would run at night to keep bottom muck free for their little aquatic acquisition.

He'd spent days researching the best way to build it, another few designing it and ordering the necessary supplies. If they were going to have a duck pond in their increasingly hectic backyard, then they were going to have the best one that he could possibly manage, but it wasn’t only the aesthetic that made all the effort worth it. There was also the way Stretch scrambled up and shifted his sprawl across Edge’s back, hugging him tightly. “hey, babe, thanks for doing this.”

“You’re welcome,” Edge leaned back into his arms, “but I honestly can’t fathom why you would ever think I wouldn’t.”

“i don’t think you wouldn’t,” Stretch said. The words were muffled, his mouth pressed close to Edge’s temple. “but you made it a priority over your kitchen when you really didn’t have to."

The kitchen was still waiting on its remodel and that was certainly his next project, but the issues there were entirely cosmetic; the kitchen was still useable, if less than aesthetically pleasing. A small duckling would not remain small for very long and needed a pond as soon as possible. The little basin Cheese had been using was not an adequate substitute.

“Of course, I did,” Edge reached back to gently touched Stretch’s cheekbone, traced the arch with his thumb, glove whispering against bone. “What kind of person would I be if I didn’t put my grand duckling first?” He highly doubted he would have said the same when they first came to the surface. In fact, he would have assumed anyone who even suggested such a thing to him was a raving lunatic. These days, adjusting his life for not only Stretch but also chickens, neighborhood children, and experiments that would be right at home in any mad scientist’s laboratory was not only automatic, it was also a pleasure.

Stretch snorted, nipping teasingly as those fingers wandered down to his jaw. "yeah, okay, grandpa. welp, we got the water and we've got the plants in it. we put in those tablets you got to regulate the ph and we've got the little waterfalls going. can we bring cheese to it now?"

Edge drew away, crawling across the grass to pick up his clipboard. He made a show of checking the list until Stretch was practically rolling on the ground in moaning impatience.

"I believe we can introduce our newest family member to their own personal playground," Edge allowed. He nearly fell back on the ground when Stretch scrambled over right into his lap, flinging his skinny arms around him.

"yes!” Stretch cheered, “time for swimmies!" Too loudly and right into Edge’s audial canal. Before he could plot any sort of revenge, ticklish, pleasurable, or otherwise, Stretch was already squirming free and bouncing to his feet. He might have used up all his energy allotted for labor, but it seemed he kept a reserve stored for excitement.

'Swimmies?" Edge mouthed, but he only shook his head and climbed to his feet to begin picking up the tools scattered about, setting them back into his toolbox. Despite the day's work, his leg was only just starting to ache. He stretched it out with a grimace but didn't yet reach for his cane. After so much bending and moving today, he'd likely need it tonight and possibly some time with an ice pack as well. It was definitely getting better, slowly but surely. Today was simply pushing him to his limits.

"cleanup can come later, babe, you gotta watch!" Stretch called.

Obediently, Edge sat in one of the deck chairs Stretch had pulled over that morning for breaktime. "Watching."

With a flourish worthy of a game show host, Stretch opened the coop door and three chickens plus a duckling came scurrying eagerly out. Before they could get far, Stretch scooped up Cheese, holding the little bundle of yellow fluff and cooing to them. Already they were visible larger, soon they would begin to shed their baby down and real feathers would begin growing in.

The tiny quacks rose in volume as Stretch carried Cheese towards the pond and before he even made it to the walkway, the little duckling was squirming loose. Stretch set them down hastily before they could fall and Cheese made a beeline straight for the pond, splashing in, their little webbed feet paddling furiously as they quacked enthusiastically.

Nugget was less than pleased with her adopted child's watery delight. She stood on the artificial shoreline, flapping her wings and loudly expressing her displeasure. Cheese ignored her loud scolding and cackles, swimming happily, and finally Nugget began to sulkily scratch around the fresh landscaping in search of bugs, occasionally giving her child a grouchy glare. Noodle and Dumpling were less concerned with the latest member of their flock and were already inspecting their new territory.

"guess it works," Stretch laughed. He was nearly clapping his hands in glee as he watched Cheese contentedly swim circles around their new watering hole.

“It better, after all that effort.” Edge set both hands at the small of his back and stretched, groaning as his joints popped. “Let them swim for a while and then we can go get cleaned up so I can start on dinner.”

Stretch scrambled for his phone, wincing as he checked the time. "shit, i didn't tell you, i'm meeting andy in town tonight. sorry, babe, it slipped my mind."

"Not a problem.” His dinner plans could be easily adjusted to account for leftovers. More curious, and suspicious, was those two going out for the evening, particularly without himself and Antwan invited along. “What are the two of you up to?"

“checking out a few bands,” Stretch said promptly. He scooped his sweatshirt off the ground, his voice briefly muffled as he pulled it over his head. “see, catty gives andy a list of local bands who profess to be monster supporters to check out. word gets arounds that being supportive of monsters can get you gigs at our events and the embassy pays well.” That was both explanation enough and a guilty relief. Neither he nor Antwan were fans of the sort of music that Catty was likely seeking. “andy is checking their sound but also trying to poke around and see if it’s all just lip service since the only asshole we want on the payroll is your bro.” He leered, running his tongue lightly over his teeth. “you’ll have to wait for my lip service until i get home.”

“an impressive feat, considering your lack of lips,” Edge said dryly. He waited for Stretch to secure their flock back in the coop, despite Cheese’s heartbreaking protests for a longer swim time. Then he took a step towards the house and while he was sure his expression didn’t change in the slightest, he accepted the cane when Stretch pointedly handed it to him. “Thank you.”

“uh huh, try saying that a little less like ‘fuck off’ and i’ll buy it,” Stretch said cheerfully. “gonna head upstairs to change. hey, wait.” Just inside the door, Stretch pushed Edge up against the wall, both arms braced on either side of him as he leaned in. The sharp thrill that rumbled through Edge’s soul was sadly disappointed when all Stretch did was say firmly. “promise me you won’t spend the whole time i’m gone working. do some of your action figures or make some muffins. do something else, okay?”

“I promise.” Still caught in the loose cage of Stretch’s arms, Edge stripped off his dirty gloves and dropped them to the floor, then reached up to cup his face lightly, cautiously, between his bare hands as he leaned up to kiss him with gentle affection.

“liar,” Stretch murmured against his mouth. He stole another gentle kiss, another slightly less gentle one, then drew back, “you’ll tell yourself just one more thing and then get caught up in something important so when i get home, you’ll be sitting on the sofa and your leg is gonna hurt like a bitch because you didn’t move for five hours.”

“That does sound like me,” Edge agreed, stealing a last kiss before letting Stretch escape upstairs.

What he did not say was that the house tended to be too quiet without Stretch in it. Even when he was only sleeping next to Edge, his presence carried a certain weight that seemed to fill the room. Work was more immersive than any of his hobbies and he would be less likely to be constantly about to speak to Stretch only to remember that he wasn’t there.

Ridiculous, really, that he could miss Stretch before he was even gone, and he wasn’t about to say a word. He wouldn’t try to hold Stretch back for the world, certainly not from his friendship with Jeff.

He was setting up his laptop on the coffee table when Stretch came back downstairs, dressed entirely from Edge’s side of the closet, the warm pulse in his soul was far less from affection and more foreshadowing of the night he hoped would come when Stretch returned. Edge might not have chosen to wear a striped shirt with that jacket, but it was undeniably attractive on Stretch’s tall, slim form, particularly coupled with jeans that clung to his femurs, all the way down to the borrowed boots on his feet.

Stretch was never oblivious to his gaze and playfully struck a pose that would have given Mettaton a fit of jealousy.

“like the coming attraction?” Stretch said teasingly. He gave a little shimmy and Edge’s mouth went dry.

“Always.” He let it come out in a rough growl, watched the brief flicker of orange color Stretch’s eye lights.

His tongue flicked out over his teeth, his own voice lowering to that whiskey-sweet rasp that Edge loved so much. “don’t lose your raincheck, you’ll get to call it in when i get home.”

He leaned down for another kiss, one that Edge gladly granted. But before he could head for the front door, Edge caught his hand, drawing it to his mouth to press a light kiss right above Stretch’s wedding band. Later, he couldn’t say why he added, “Love? Be careful.”

It wasn’t his normal version of a sendoff, obvious in the way Stretch startled, blinking down at him. “aren’t i always, mama bear?”

“Absolutely not.”

“okay, well, i’d argue that. but my reputation kinda precedes me and you’re also something of an expert witness.” He twisted his hand in Edge’s loose grip, fingertips brushing against his jaw. “i will be tonight. deal?”

“Deal.”

With a last kiss, Stretch was out the door, heading off for a night of music and fun, and Edge was alone.

He headed for the kitchen first, absently reminding himself to get working on the schematics for this remodel next. The meal he’d planned for tonight suddenly lacked appeal and instead, he decided to make it tomorrow when Stretch would be home. A sandwich would do for tonight. Before he left with his plate, he rummaged through the freezer for an ice pack to keep the dull ache in his leg from rising to a throb.

By the time he was settled on the sofa, the silence in the house was already nagging at him, the memory of his husband dressed in his clothes lingering at the back of his mind, and with it, some nebulous agitation, something that he couldn’t properly express.

Better to cut it off now before he was truly distracted. Edge opened his laptop and soon was absorbed in his work. To the point he didn’t really register the time until his phone chimed and when he picked it up to check the message, the first three words turned all the lingering, warm anticipation in his soul to ice.

We have him.

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tbc

#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #by any other name

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daily-dose-of-imagines · 3 years

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ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ | ᴀᴋᴀᴀꜱʜɪ ᴋᴇɪᴊɪ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇ

Hello hello~! Admin T relayed this to me-- so here I am writing this Akaashi in a skirt SKSKSK from what I’m aware of, she got this idea from @imaginethathaikyuu so I guess this goes out to both them and Admin T LOLOL I hope this lives up what y’all want ^^

» » Admin Ko

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“I’m so sorry, I didn’t think I’d have to do a sudden grocery trip.”

With her eyebrows furrowed and a pout on her lip, (y/n) couldn’t help but feel guilt swirl in her heart as she held the crumpled grocery list in her hand.

“It’s no big deal, darling. Honest. If you’re correct that it’ll be quick then by the time you get back here all the snacks and books will be laid out for you so you can jump right in.”

As always, the soothing calmness that filled Akaashi’s voice brought a sense of relief to her as she could only lightly nod. Still, the pout seemed to stay on her face as she wondered exactly how this situation came about. She was so certain that she had stocked the fridge up the night before.

Then again...it wouldn’t surprise her if her roommates had decided to have a sudden feast without her knowledge. Oh the absolute joys of college life.

“Hey now, stop pouting sweetheart. Like you said, the convenience store is just around the corner. Plus we can always order take out if you don’t get everything you need.”

Within that brief lapse of time, she was brought out of her stupor by the soft plush feel of his own lips against her own. A small sound of happiness escaped her throat as she met his loving oceanic gaze.

“Yea...I’ll just get the bare minimum and I’ll come back to pitch in for take out. To apologize for it, it’s your pick on where we eat Keiji~. I won’t take no for an answer either.”

“...of course you have to make it at least a little bit difficult.”

Despite the connotative phrase, the warm loving look in his eyes never faltered as he tauntingly pinched her cheek lightly before giving her a light nudge.

Rolling her eyes, she gave a mock salute before hurriedly grabbing her wallet and keys. On her way out the door, she tugged him forward for a quick kiss. As the light pink blush dusted his features, she couldn’t help but give him a teasing wink before escaping out the door with a promise of being quick.

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Fondly shaking his head, Akaashi watched her skip out the door with her own unique flourish before beginning to prepare her bedroom for their surprise study night sleep over.

With ease, the former setter of Fukurodani began his tasks of lightly cleaning her bedroom before pulling out the mini table. Already, his hands worked on pulling out the necessary books and stationary for their little study session before lightly clapping his hands together at the simple yet aesthetically pleasing sight of their books neatly stacked together.

Though as he went about with his tasks, a thought had come to mind. One where he knew it could result in a large misunderstanding, yet here he was quickly escaping into the bathroom to change into a simple outfit. One that he had been meaning to try out eventually, but never really found the chance to.

With shaky fingers, down came the jeans and up went a flowy simple deep space grey skirt. Though it was slightly short, the skirt itself brought a sense of relief to the male as he substituted his dress shirt for a large sweater-- courtesy of (y/n) as she had a rather large stash of over sized sweaters in her closet.

Shyly grinning to himself, the male couldn’t help but spin briefly in place to admire the style and comfortable fashion skirts had brought into his life. Though it was a suggestion by Kenma, he hadn’t necessarily thought he’d pull through with it. Now, the aspiring editor felt a new sense of curiosity peak as he left the bathroom for (y/n)’s bedroom once more. After all, he knew she had a full length mirror hidden somewhere.

“It’s...not that bad...”

Despite being flustered and shy, the dark haired male couldn’t help but give himself a long once over. Even though he was of a different build, he was still a lot leaner than a majority of his old teammates. In all honesty, he didn’t think the whole ensemble would suit him. That was obviously quickly shut down as he appeared much more...softer. The slight curls from his hair framed his already ‘pretty face’ as to what (y/n) had said, and the large sweater seemed to only add to the soft aesthetic.

Unbeknownst to Akaashi, (y/n) had returned home earlier than anticipated.

“Holy shit...”

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“(y-y/n)?!”

It was the first time she had ever heard so much emotion overtake his voice. She had known him for quite some time, hell the last time she ever remembered his portraying so much emotion was during one of the games during nationals.

Akaashi felt his heart stop as a dark blush overtook his normally pale features. His words came out in a jumbled mess as he tried to explain, though found his words were shut down almost immediately as he was tugged forward into a rough kiss by the other.

“Shit...I’ve imagined you in skirts...but holy shit you’re seriously too pretty Keiji...”

Absolutely dumbstruck, Akaashi could only stare at her in shock. That was short lived though as he was suddenly pushed down onto her bed. An immediate instinct to keep the skirt down from flying up before he was met with a sudden weight on his lap.

“Y..You’ve imagined me in a skirt?”

“Mmmhmm~. I always knew you’d look good in anything, but fuck you really look good in anything Keiji.”

(y/n) watched as the tips of his ears became an even darker shade of red as he struggled to keep his flustered expression down.

“H-How...who even--”

“Kenma sprung the idea onto me. Can’t say I’m not thankful, but now I owe him $20 bucks.”

“What--- why?”

“I told him I wouldn’t jump you the moment you tried on a skirt-- easy to say I lost.”

A soft groan came from him as he struggled to cover the embarrassment on his face. Yet even as he tried, she easily caught his hands. Her fingers intertwining with his own as she leaned forward to lightly kiss the tip of his nose.

“Stop shying away from me Keiji~.”

“You’re...not upset?”

“Upset? Why would I be? Like I said, I lost a bet to Kenma because I was certain I could control myself. Besides, it’s literally the 21st century, who the fuck cares with how you act or what you want to wear? It’s all cute and hot to me.”

“I...thank you..”

“Don’t thank me, love...now. If I told you I had a cheerleader outfit in your size sitting in my closet right now, would you wear it for me?”

“(y/n)!”

“What? I’ll still study! I promise! I just want you to model for me Keiji~!!”

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flightlessangelwings · 4 years

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Good Enough For You

Billy Russo x gn!Reader

Word count: 3.6k

Well today was a shit day.

First, you were passed up for the promotion at your job after you busted your ass for weeks. You poured your heart and all of your free time into your job, and you were turned down in favor of Brad. Fucking Brad, who did the bare minimum and got all the praise in the world. Whatever, you would get over it after you’ve had time to cool off. Maybe it was the kick you needed to finally look for another job somewhere that would appreciate you more.

What really got to you though, was the phone call you got when you came home. As soon as you closed your door, the last person on the planet you wanted to talk to called: your mother. Calls from her were rare these days, but that was how you liked it. With a heavy sigh, you answered as prepared yourself to get chewed out for the next twenty minutes. You never had the best relationship with your mother, and the hurtful words she said to you as a child still haunted you to this day.

You finally hung up after what felt like forever as you fought back tears. Today was Friday too, it was supposed to be a good day. You let out a deep breath as you steadied your emotions and then you decided to go out to the bar for a drink. Or two.

“Fuck it,” you mumbled to yourself as you changed out of your work cloths and into your favorite pair of jeans and a nice top. If you were going to go out and get shitfaced, you were at least going to look good; you had to boost your confidence somehow. After a last glance in the mirror, you headed out to the bar.

This bar held so many memories for you, but you hadn’t been by in some time. It was a comfort place for you, so you kept it for special times, and it was just what the doctor ordered as a remedy for a rough day. You sat at the bar by yourself with your drink in your hand as you used the alcohol and your happy memories from here to cheer yourself up. After about four drinks, it started to work.

By far the best memory of this place was when you met a certain someone. You had come here one night years ago with some friends when the most handsome man you ever saw came up to you. You thought it was a joke at first, or that you were hallucinating, because no one that good looking would actually have sought you out. The handsome stranger introduced himself as Billy Russo, and the two of you ended up talking until last call.

A smile came across your face as you thought about that night. Normally you would brush off advances from strangers, but something about Billy’s energy just pulled you to him. And he was so much more than just a pretty face too; he was smart, funny, and charismatic. Before he called a car for you, you exchanged numbers so you could keep in touch, which you did. After about a week of texting, you ended up at his place for the night.

That was the one and only time you had slept with Billy, and what a night that was. After that, you both tried to make things work, but things just weren’t going to fall into place for you two. You stayed friends, and you were grateful for that, but the more you talked to him, the more you fell for him. And you could tell that he didn’t feel the same way about you. He only saw you as a friend. So if that was how he stayed in your life, you told yourself you’d be satisfied with that.

But, the more you drank, the more the thought actually upset you. Maybe it was just something else to add to the pile today, but you found yourself longing for Billy in a way that you hadn’t let yourself feel in over a year. You looked around the bar, and you considered approaching someone random to take home for the night to forget about your troubles, but no one appealed to you.

You finished off another drink as you laughed at yourself. It wouldn’t be the first time you found yourself a Billy substitute. You flagged down the bartender for another drink to drown out your mind.

“Here you go dear,” the bartender said as he set the glass down, “But this is your last one. I’m cutting you off.”

You answered him with a pout, but you knew he was right. You had been sitting at that bar for hours, and you lost track of how many drinks you had. Oh well, it’s not like you got like this often. So you finished your drink, set your money down at the bar and set out into the night. Maybe the many drinks did go to your head, because when you flagged down a cab, the address you gave was not your own.

A knock at the door made Billy jump out of his thoughts. He glanced down at the corner of his laptop to check the time to find it was around 1:00 am. With furrowed brows, he put the computer down and went to open the door only to be met with your glazed-over face. You leaned against the frame, and could barely hold yourself upright.

Billy gave you a soft, but subtly devious smile, “Had a good night I take it?” he teased as he let you in.

“Hope I didn’t wake you,” you tried to keep yourself from slurring, but you couldn’t tell how good a job you did at that.

“Nah, just doing some work,” he motioned over to the open laptop on the coffee table as he guided you over to the couch, “Let me get you some water. You smell like a liquor store.”

“You like it,” you retorted with a wink as you let yourself collapse down onto his luxurious couch. You heard him chuckle but you couldn’t make out what he said after that since the moment you sat down, your head started to spin. You closed your eyes and leaned back until you heard the sound of glass on the table.

“You alright there?” he ended with your name and sat down next to you.

“Fine,” you mumbled before you reached for the water and chugged all of it.

“That is a familiar sight,” he teased.

Once you finished the water, you felt so much better. It wasn’t enough to sober you up, but it at least helped the room to stop spinning, “Thanks,” you couldn’t meet his gaze as you gently set the glass back down. You let out a deep exhale as all the feelings you tried to bury suddenly came rushing back.

Billy said your name to get your attention, “Everything alright? You look like you have a lot on your mind,” he asked once you finally turned to look at him. He couldn’t quite place the look on your face, but it was strange for you to not look him in the eye.

“Fine,” you answered too quickly. You paused for a moment before you let out a heavy sigh as Billy continued to stare at you, unsatisfied with your answer, “Rough day.”

“You want to talk about it?”

You looked into his dark eyes as if you were looking for the answer to an unasked question in them. When you didn’t say anything, Billy said your name again, but this time it was in a much softer tone. That was all it took for you to break.

“Why am I never good enough?” you finally said, your voice cracking.

“What?” Billy was thrown with the question, “Who said that?” he moved to put his hand on your thigh to try to comfort you.

“I’m never good enough. For anyone,” you raised your voice without meaning to, “I got passed up again for the promotion at work, even though I busted my ass off for it. Then, I had to listen to my mother tell me for the thousandth time that I’m a disappointment and how much I let her down…” your voice fell off as the tears you tried so hard to keep back fell down your cheek. You slumped forward and buried your face in your hands.

Billy didn’t know what to say, so he just rubbed your back and let you cry it out. When he finally opened his mouth to say something, you cut him off without meaning to.

“I’m not even good enough for you,” you said.

That made Billy’s mouth drop open, “What? Wh-when did I ever say that?”

You dropped your hands, but you didn’t turn to face him, “You didn’t say it exactly, but I can tell. Why else wouldn’t we have worked out?” you glanced over your shoulder at him before you continued your drunken ramble, “I mean, I’m absolutely falling for you, but I know you don’t feel the same way about me. And I mean, why would you? You’re so out of my league it’s not even funny. You don’t have to say the words for me to know that I’m not good enough for you,” with that, you tried to stand back up but you were still completely trashed, so you quickly lost your footing.

Billy was fast to react, and leapt up to catch you in his arms. He held you up with a strong grip as you clutched onto his shirt. Neither of you said anything, and your tears stopped themselves as you looked into his eyes.

“I should go,” you said after several moments of silence. You tried to break out of his grip, but Billy held you firmly in place.

“I’m not letting you back out on the street when you’re like this,” he told you in a firm voice that left no room for negotiation.

You stayed still in his arms, and neither of you tried to move at all. Your eyes glanced down to his lips and before you realized your own movements, you placed your lips on his. Billy leaned into the kiss at first, but he broke it off before it went too far.

“You’re drunk,” he said your name again, “I don’t want you to do anything you’d regret. And I can’t go taking advantage of beautiful drunk people now can I?”

You didn’t seem to react to his words, and Billy chucked it up to how wasted you were. So without another word, he scooped you up into his arms and carried you to his bedroom. You stayed silent, and he figured you passed out when he picked you up.

And you did for a moment. The warmth and strength of his grasp was comforting, and in your alcoholic haze, you instantly fell asleep. You only woke up when you felt your body shift again. A chill ran up your body when you felt the loss of contact, and you let out a little whine.

“Sleep,” he whispered, “I’ll take the couch,” he touched your head tenderly.

“Stay? Please,” you opened your eyes enough to see him stand over you.

Billy let out a sigh, but what you couldn’t see was the hint of a smile on his face, “Alright,” and with that you felt the bed shift as he settled in next to you.

Once you felt the warmth of his body next to you, you instantly fell back asleep. The covers didn’t even make it up past your waist before you let them go and went limp. Billy watched you sleep for a few minutes to make sure you were still breathing before he pulled the blanket all the way up to tuck you in. He brushed his fingers over your face as he admired you.

“If you only knew,” Billy spoke softly before he laid himself down next to you. How nice it felt to sleep next to you again.

The sunlight on your face woke you up the next morning, and you immediately felt the effects of your binge from the night before. You groaned as you rolled over, or tried to. A weight around your midsection kept you pinned down. Confused, you looked around and realized that you were not in your apartment. Nor were you wearing any more than your undergarments.

Oh no.

Slowly, you turned your head and you couldn’t hide your surprise when you saw who slept next to you. Billy was still asleep, and he had an arm wrapped around your waist. You jumped with a gasp, which startled him awake. Immediately, Billy went from fast asleep to full alert.

“What’s wrong?” He asked as he inspected your face.

You took a few deep breaths to calm yourself down. It didn’t help that you noticed then that Billy did not have a shirt on. You felt your face heat up and you buried your face in your hands, “Oh no,” you mumbled.

He laughed, “Don’t remember last night, do you?”

You shook your head, but did not lift it from your hands, “No,” you looked up at him after another deep breath, “What did I do?” You asked him with sad, pathetic eyes.

“We didn’t have sex if that’s what you’re asking,” he replied in a light-hearted tone, “Although you wouldn’t have said no,” he added with a wink.

You felt your face heat up and you collapsed back into the sheets in embarrassment, “I’m sorry.”

Billy placed a hand on your shoulder, “Don’t be. I’m glad you ended up here instead of God knows where,” when you didn’t answer he continued, “I’ll go make coffee, and I’ll get you some aspirin for the headache I’m sure you’ve got right now. Feel free to grab one of my T-shirts, I’m sure it’s more comfortable than the top you wore last night.” With that he slid out of bed and out of the bedroom.

Once you were sure you were alone, you sighed heavily. “Fuck,” you whispered to yourself. How did you end up here? The last thing you remember was sitting at the bar alone, wallowing in self pity, then you got a cab home. Or at least you thought you did. Maybe your wandering mind acted on it’s own and drunk you didn’t resist the urge to see Billy.

The more you tried to wrack your brain, the more your head hurt. With a groan, you rolled out of Billy’s bed and picked up one of his shirts that he had laid out. Your jeans were on the floor, and you figured you must have taken them off when you got into his bed. Once you were dressed, you slowly made your way out into the kitchen.

You shielded your eyes from the light as you made your way through the penthouse. Was it always this bright in here?

“Morning sunshine,” Billy’s painfully cheerful voice broke through your misery.

“Must you be so loud?” You winced as you sat down at a stool on the kitchen island and crashed your head down to the cool marble.

“Sorry I couldn’t help it,” he spoke in a softer voice, but you could still hear the chuckle behind it. “Here,” you heard the sound of something being pushed across the counter.

You peaked up to see a glass of water and two pills in front of you. “Thanks,” you mumbled as you took them and drained the glass. Once you set it down, Billy placed a hot cup of coffee in its place. You stared at it with furrowed brows before you asked, “What happened last night?”

Billy’s face dropped, “You showed up at my door drunk at 1 am,” he said simply.

You clenched your jaw. You could tell he was holding something back, but you also didn’t want to push it. You caused enough trouble for him as it was, “Sorry,” you said sheepishly.

“Hey, I already told you it’s fine. You seemed like you needed a friend anyway,” Billy’s voice was lined with compassion, and it made you wonder what you said to him.

“I had a bad day yesterday, and I went to drink my sorrows away,” you explained.

He nodded, “You did mention your work and your mother.”

“I did?” You tried your best to bring your memories back. As you sat there with your face scrunched in concentration, everything suddenly came back to you. Your eyes went wide at the realization and you couldn’t hide your shocked expression.

Billy looked down sheepishly; he knew exactly what your face meant.

“Billy I’m so sorry,” you choked back a sob, feeling newly guilty, “I didn’t mean…”

“It’s fine,” he cut you off, his tone harsher than he meant it to be. When he met your eyes and saw the sadness there, he quickly corrected himself, “I didn’t mean to sound like that.” Billy came around the counter to sit next to you and he took your hands in his, “But let me tell you this: you absolutely are enough. You’re more than enough, actually.”

You bit your lip, “I should go. I don’t want to make things worse,” you tried to pull your hands away, but Billy kept his grip firm on your hands. “Billy,” you whispered as you looked at him with pleading eyes.

“Wait, just listen to me ok?”

There was something in his voice that made your heart ache. You nodded and braced yourself for the most painful rejection of your life.

“You and I have been friends for a long time,” he said your name so sweetly, “And I know we tried the whole relationship thing but we never quite got it right.”

You swallowed hard, but didn’t say anything.

“Don’t get me wrong, the sex was great,” he cracked a smile, “And I wish more than anything I could make it work.”

You looked at him in confusion at his emphasis on the “I” part. You always thought it was your fault you never worked as more than friends.

“I know you said last night that you think you’re not enough for me. But that couldn’t be further from the truth,” Billy paused to let out a heavy sigh, “The truth is I’m not good enough for you.”

The gasp escaped your lips before you even registered your thoughts, “What?”

Billy looked at you like he was a lost puppy, and you’d never seen him look this vulnerable before. “I’m not the perfect man you think I am. I’ve done things I’m not proud of. I can buy you anything you want, yeah, but I can’t drag you into the dark part of my life like that. You’ll find things you won’t like at all. I can’t do that to you. I’ve been selfish enough to stay friends with you because I can’t stand the thought of not having you in my life at all, but you deserve better than me.”

His thoughts echoed your own in so many ways, and his word hit you like a train. You never expected this at all. You squeezed his hands before you spoke, “I guess I’ve been selfish too, because I can’t bear the thought of not having you in my life either. And nobody is perfect, Billy. You and I both know that,” you paused and let out a sigh, “But where do we go from here now?”

Billy shrugged and looked down at your connected hands. The tension in the room was palpable as neither of you could think of what to say next.

You shook one of your hands free to cup his face and make him look back at you, “Can I ask a favor of you?”

He nodded and swallowed hard; it was his turn to be nervous.

“Can you let me decide for myself who I think I deserve?” You let out a soft chuckle, “Maybe we are meant for each other, just since we both think the other deserves more.”

Billy cracked a half a smile as he leaned into your touch more. The room was silent for a moment, but this time it felt more comfortable. “Can I ask you a favor now?” He finally asked.

“Of course,” you replied softly as you gazed into his dark eyes.

“Can I kiss you?”

Your face slowly lit up before you nodded. Very tentatively, Billy leaned forward and placed his lips on yours. His free hand came to rest on your hip and he pulled you in even closer. The hand that you had on his face moved to behind his neck and you grabbed a hold on his hair. You soon deepened the kiss and parted your lips for his tongue, which he was happy to oblige.

Each of you dragged the kiss on for as long as possible. Both of your buried feelings and suppressed passions exploded in this kiss, and neither of you wanted it to end. When you finally broke away for air, you stayed as close as you could to him. You couldn’t help but smile at Billy, and he beamed back at you. Nothing in the world meant more to him than your smile, and he was happy to see it again.

“I should show up at your door drunk more often,” you quipped.

“How about I take you out for a drink instead? Maybe even dinner?” He replied with a raised eyebrow.

“I’d like that,” you replied in a flirty tone. It turned out that your drunken mistake ended up being the best thing to happen to both of you.

Notes: This is my first time writing for Billy, so I hope I got his character well. I’d really like to write for him more, so I’ll proally open requests soon. Character taglists are always open, so just comment or send me a message if you’d like to be added :)

#billy russo x reader #billy russo #the punisher #billy russo imagine #billy russo fic #billy russo x you #billy russo x y/n #ben barnes #the punisher fic #the punisher fanfiction

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navarroserra · 3 years

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Loki Incense

Loki’s Incense will consist of 10 herbs, all of these in my opinion are easy to get a hold of and are very common in many magic or pagan stores, if you wish to make it at home. I also will be selling this item premade hopefully by next week if you wish to purchase it instead.

Ingredient List:

Dragon’s Blood: A red resin coming from a tree native to Africa, at my local store this runs at about 8$ a spice jar, make sure you get this from a trusted source, many places sell fake Dragon’s blood or a “watered” down version to save money. Dragon’s blood is known to enhance a spell, many practitioners use this resin to double their spells power. Many Practitioners also burn this resin to protect themselves while casting and invoking, and purify a space before and after a ritual.

Magical Properties:

Dispels Negativity, Exorcise Evil, Courage, Purification, Love, Protection, Enhancement, Good Luck, and Strength

Pepper: Pepper, a simple common herb, one commonly used in our homes every day, yet sadly many people don’t understand the properties and the benefits of using pepper, in this case Black Pepper. It has powerful antioxidant, and anti inflammatory properties, and is most often used in magical practices for warding and protection. Pepper is also useful when dispelling unwanted entities, negative energy, and unwelcome visitors. Pepper can also be used in curses, though remember do no harm, but also take no shit. I fully stand by one protecting themselves even if it's a curse, use pepper to give the spell an extra kick.

Magical properties:

Clarity of the mind, Strength, Courage, Clarity of Purpose, Alertness/Perception, Protection, Banishment, Curses, Abundance, Bind, Blessing, Vivid Dreams, Healing, Physical Energy, Success

Patchouli: An herb commonly associated with Hippies, but I promise there is much more to this herb than meets the eyes. This herb is excellent for grounding, and connecting to mother earth, i believe this is a reflection of Loki’s mother Laufey, though there is not much known about who Loki’s mother is Laufey is one many believe and is believed in many ways to represent birch trees and being a earth goddess. Patchouli can also be used as a substitute for Graveyard dirt according to some sources, This herb can also aid in treating inflammation, provide antibacterial properties, and even help protect the skin from sun damage, as well as being a powerful insect repellant.

Magical Properties: Clairvoyance, Prosperity, Boosting Magical Efficiency, Love, Growth, Mastery, Sensuality, Fertility, Attraction, Blessing, Creativity, Grounding, Love, Luck, Money, Banishing negativity, Success.

Cinnamon: This is another item commonly found in our pantry, and another item most people don’t know can be very helpful. Cinnamon is a bark, and for this as with all the ingredients listed here I suggest using Cinnamon Sticks, many Ground Cinnamon is made from Cinnamon Leaves, while this can produce the same thing, and they share the same properties, i personally believe grinding these ingredients yourself, going through the rough process, and spending the time to carefully crush this bark will allow your energy to become one with the ingredient and help power your spells. Cinnamon can Enhance spells, Speed up the spell time, protect a home and even bless a home or heal the spirit.

Magical Properties:

Abundance, Health, Love, Lust, Prosperity, Attraction, Protection, Stimulate and strengthen psychic powers, healing, strength, Astral Realm, Clairvoyance, Creativity, Vivid Dreams, Luck, Banish Negativity, Passion, Physical Energy, Psychic Awareness, Success

Amber: Amber like Dragon’s blood is another resin made from tree sap, This resin is a natural purifier, and has the ability to pull pain away from the mind and ease depression, but it also brings about a Positive emotional state and aids creative expression. Just like dragon’s blood, make sure you get this from a trusted source as fakes can commonly be found all over in order to make more money.

Magical Properties: Love, Comfort, Happiness, Healing, Emotion balancer, Aid in meditation, Blessing

Mullein: This herb for a long time has been respected and has earned a place in a healer’s bag, also known as Wild Ice Leaf, this herb has a cool feeling and its flavor is said to be akined to salted vanilla. If you are starting out in herbalism Mullein is a great herb to start with and is very safe to use. Many practitioners feel that when this herb is carried it protects the healer from illness and guides them in their work, and it is also known to be a protective plant spirit.

Magical Properties:

Courage, Protection, Health, Love, Divination, Exorcism, Wards off Nightmares, Wards off unwelcome energies, Peace

Clove: When it comes to clove, much like the Cinnamon, I suggest using Whole Clove and crushing them yourself. Another good reason for crushing them yourself is the oils that are released, though a very small amount will also enhance your incense, at least this is what I have discovered through my work. Clove is known to strengthen the mind, and memory, as well as attract spiritual vibrations, which will aid in purifying the space and adding protection to the area. The vibrations will also prepare the room for a ritual, allowing it to ride on the spiritual vibrations, but importantly it also provides psychic protection.

Magical Properties:

Healing, Courage, Protection, Fertility, Purification, Safe Travels, Blessings, Memory, Intellect, Stopping Gossip, Psychic Enhancement, Divination

Ginger: Ginger is a root spice that has the ability to help improve verbal communication, which helps people be more sociable. In Eastern cultures it is believed that ginger is a plant of power, good energies, and is a symbol of not only strength but ancient magical protection. Ginger came from the east and slowly worked its way into the culture among other spices and ingredients, the heat and spice of ginger gives a fiery nature to this herb.

Magical Properties:

Healing, Beauty, Courage, Energy, Strength, Love, Lust, Magical power, Astral Realm, Passion, Purification, Maintain Vitality

Dandelion: Dandelion, a herb also known by Loki’s bloom is not only edible but it also contains antioxidants, Reduces inflammation and bloating, Rich in Vitamins A, C, and K, May boost immune system and is also antibacterial and antiviral. The Ancient Greeks, Romans and Egyptians used this herb for healing, so I have no doubt the Norse did as well.

Magical Properties:

Calling Spirits, Divination, Wishes, Creativity, Inspiration, Sun Magic, Courage, Dispels Negativity, Banishment, Increases Psychic abilities, Dreams, Growth, Bravery, Prophetic Dreams, Transformation

Juniper: Juniper is a very good cleansing tool when it is bundled and burned within a space, The smoke clearing was commonly used in the springtime, and when one considers own endangered palo santo and white sage is Juniper is a good alternative and considering we all follow a (though varying from person to person) a Norse belief this herb is a great way to honor the gods, Jotunn, Goddess, etc with a native cleansing herb. Juniper was without a doubt used by the norse, and a good amount of documentation can be found within Trolldom, the folk magic tradition of Sweden, Denmark, and Norway, these documentations include many different uses for Juniper. The ash, oil, berries, and even branches would be used for removing curses. It is an herb that is heavily versatile.

Magical Properties: Psychic Powers, Breaking Curses, Hex Breaking, Exorcisms, Calming, Protection, Healing, Blessing, Consecration, Abundance, Banishment, Beginnings, Vivid Dreams, Fertility, Grounding, Banish Negativity, Prosperity, Purification, Success

Now that we have covered the Ingredients for this incense the next part is the easy part, as stated before I prefer to grind and crush my ingredients, if you wish to do as I do, take a mortar and pestle and start with the hardest ingredients first, this would be dragon’s blood and amber resin, these ingredients will leave a residue on the inside of your bowl, and when you grind your other ingredients they will help get that residue into the mixture to avoid as much waste as possible. I only grind one ingredient at a time, pouring it out onto a sheet of paper or in a bowl before moving on to the next, once they are all done, combine them in a bowl (if you already haven't) or their final container and shake or stir gently. Using a charcoal tablet and a cauldron or a fire safe bowl light the tablet and place it in the cauldron letting the tablet full activate before taking some of the loose incense, Now a word of warning, take a little bit, this will crate a lot of smoke so only do a little at a time, sprinkling the incense over the top of the charcoal. You can now leave it on your altar, or walk your space wafting the smoke into all the corners of your room using your hand, a feather, or any ritual tool you choose for your practice.

#lokean #Loki #Rokkr #Incense #herbs

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apathetic-revenant · 3 years

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little lessons I have learned so far in my quest to do lots of Christmas cooking for the first time to stave off the ever-constant despair:

if you have to crunch up a bunch of candy canes for a peppermint topping, you can take the bottom of a glass, wrap it in tin foil to keep it from getting sticky, and use that to smash up the candy, but it will be incredibly loud and you will still be finding little bits of candy cane all over the kitchen days later and you really probably should have just used the food processor. FORGOT YOU HAD A FOOD PROCESSOR DIDN’T YOU.

plastic cookie cutters are the work of the devil

if you bake sugar cookies almost all the way and then take them out and put the sprinkles on and then let them brown for another couple minutes the sprinkles will stick better.

if you happen to need corn syrup for something, like say icing for your gingerbread cookies, because you’ve looked at SO MANY icing recipes online and all of them were either royal icing which you can’t do because you don’t have meringue powder, or confectioner’s sugar and corn syrup and milk, which is apparently the ONLY OTHER COOKIE ICING anyone on the internet has ever heard of, so you were like “hey do we have any corn syrup?” and your mom finds some on a shelf and you think to yourself “I should check the exp date on that to see if I need to get more before we do another grocery order” but you DON’T do that, because YOU’VE GOT ADHD and you FORGOT, and you went off and got the groceries and only THEN remembered to check the expiration date on the corn syrup and it was best by September 2016 and you’re like “yeah maybe not” and your mom’s like “it’s corn syrup I’m not sure it even goes bad” and you’re like “listen I have enough anxiety as it is right now without worrying about poisoning the whole family with expired corn syrup for the fucking icing for these fucking gingerbread cookies” but you absolutely cannot make another trip to the grocery store and you have to make these cookies TODAY you can just use pancake syrup as a substitute because it’s basically just corn syrup with a bit of flavoring added anyway and it works fine.

if you need to put cookie dough in the fridge to chill overnight, do not wrap it in tin foil. boy was that a bad idea.

do not stack those peppermint chocolate cookies on top of each other. they have peppermint on top. peppermint is sticky. figure it out.

listening to an audiobook while baking sounds like a great idea and sometimes it is but you gotta be careful because there will eventually be a time when you zone out at a crucial moment and need to rewind and you absolutely cannot do so because your fingers are covered in gingerbread dough so now you just have to deal with the fact that the narrator of the Silmarillion is throwing around the names of fifty-some new elves and you have absolutely no idea who they are.

do not put that cookie dough directly onto the counter to roll it out. “oh if I put enough flour down it won’t stick and make a mess!” it will stick. it will make a mess. don’t do it!

it’s all very well for that cute aesthetic recipe blog to say “just use some masking tape to tape down the parchment paper to cover the counter before you put the cookie dough down and it won’t make a mess! :)” but masking tape and scotch tape will peel right off the counter the moment you even LOOK at them and your parchment paper WILL roll right back up just as your fingers are too covered in flour to tape it back down again. you gotta DUCT TAPE that shit.

my oven runs a bit cool apparently so I need to add at least five minutes to the baking time that most recipes recommend. this is not really a very useful cooking tip for anyone else in the world. sorry about that.

#baking adventures

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wherearemyglassesbro · 4 years

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Mha style quirks for h/etalia characters :) shhh....SHHH...quiet down...SHHH this is a secret

Francis: I think he’d have a quirk similar to Monoma’s where he can copy and use quirks as he fights after touching someone. He can use only one at a time but can ‘store’ five for 5 minutes each. I like to think of him pretending to be hurt in order to touch whoever he’s sparring with *cougharthurcough* to get their quirk. It’s kinda cheating but who cares! The only classmates that can really beat him are those who have quirks where they can shoot things at him or where they can fight from afar to do damage that way otherwise he’ll use their powers against them :0 the worst thing that could happen to him though is that he runs out of time with all of his ‘borrowed’ quirks and now he has nothing to fight with at all...uh oh. If a teammate lets him touch them then he’s fine :)

Alfred: Uhhh Al can hulk out kinda but his quick is called ‘rodeo’ cause he becomes like...a bull. Like his upper half gets huge and he just fuckin bulldozes people down with no mercy. He holds back in training just cause he doesn’t want to hurt his friends cause he WILL cry if he does lmao but if it were a real fight he could easily knock someone out. He can carry his classmates with ease, lift heavy things without breaking a sweat, that kind of stuff! Pretty much the ultimate himbo of his class :) but he isn’t stupid he’s very good at coming up with strategies. You better go see him play football. It almost isn’t fair that he even gets to play cause he’s so strong but he tones it down to ‘play fair’...as fair as it can be :)

Laura: Laura is pretty much made of rubber! If she jumps off of a high surface she’ll bounce, if you hit her she’ll bounce back, if you shoot her she bullet will bounce back too but leave a bruise. She is definitely hero material! She can easily save people from crumbling buildings or from things falling on them cause she absorbs the blow. Her speed and punches arent fantastic but when whoever she’s fighting with gets tired after trying to punch her over and over, she can win with a few well aimed blows! Her weakness is heat for sure, she’ll start to melt kinda which is pretty painful so if fire is involved, she keeps her distance and works on crowd control

Vlad: (tw blood) Vlad can manipulate blood and wounds, which is a very scary quirk to have. If you don’t have wounds he can’t really do much other than lower or raise your blood pressure which is scary either way it if you have a cut or scrape he can manipulate it to turn into a huge gash that’ll bleed out quick. At the same time, he’s good to have on your team cause he can close wounds too and stop bleeding from occurring, it goes both ways. The only downside is that he has to be within a few feet of the person he wants to damage/heal so he has to get a bit too close for comfort. With his friends, he’s very kind and nurturing though!!! If you got a paper cut he’d fix it right up for you!! At the same time, he’s also gotten in trouble for widening other people’s paper cuts or skinned knees on purpose just cause he didn’t like them lmao

Arthur: Art is also dangerous, his quirk is that he can shoot acid out of glands on his wrists. (Yes Spider-Man is my inspiration here). He can shoot it a few meters! And it’s potent too like it’ll give you chemical burns if it touches you. He keeps his wrists bandaged up at all times unless he’s training or fighting just in case acid leaks out by accident. He’d feel terrible if he hurt someone like that, he did it to his mum once and flipped out even though it wasn’t a big deal to her. Art’s little brother Peter made him thick, fabric cuffs for his wrists with minion fabric...he wears them when his family comes to visit. When he fights or spars with classmates he is always annoyed when Francis borrows his quirk cause he’s terrified that he’ll hurt someone by accident. Art himself took a long time to effectively figure his quirk out cause it’s so strange, he knows that that frog slurper has no clue how to use it!!! Ugh!

Michelle: Michelle can essentially melt herself or parts of herself down into a liquidy sludge. She can move around as the sludge too. She can go through cracks in the ground, under doors, through the tiniest crack in a wall to get into a building, through vents, you name it! Her quirk is very helpful!! If an enemy stepped on her while she was in goop form, they’d slip and fall! Or if she gloop-ified her hand and stuck it in their eyes or face they’d be blinded and she could fight like that!! Her quirk isn’t really something she can use for hand to hand fighting but she’s still a useful teammate!! A scary looking side effect of her quirk is when she cries, her tears are just goopy green sludge :0 yuck. I mean- not yuck!!! Cool!! Haaa...

Antonio: Toni is pretty much Mrs Incredible. He’s stretchy and go a big ass so. Uh huh. He is a fantastic fighter, he knows his abilities well and the way he maneuvers himself around in whatever shape he’s taking always looks so practiced even if he’s literally a triangle or a parachute. He tangles enemies in his arms or sucker punches them from meters away (uh huh we’re using meters) and gosh dang!! He’s a hard hitter!! He is excited to be a hero :) he’s also a fantastic friend cause he can reach high places, unlock your car from the inside by sticking his hand in there, he can be a trampoline, dude whatever. His favorite pass time is tapping Arthurs shoulder in the hall from alllll the way down the hall from him with his long elastic arms lol. The amount of pranks this guy can pull is unlimited

Lovino: Lovino inhereted laser eyes from his father. His laser eyes are super powerful, he can cut through metal like cars or a person if he wanted to. He has the potential to be a great hero he’s just afraid of losing his freedom cause as a hero, the public eye is always on you. He joined the hero course with his brother because of the pressure from his grandpa so he’s very cold to his classmates cause he doesn’t really want to be there. Of course there’s a few that grow on him and he makes friends...shocker. Eventually, and you can already see it starting, he’ll have scars around his eyes from his quirk. His grandfather has it and his father had it too. The heat his quirk generates burns his own skin when he uses it so he tries not to use it outside of training and fighting. He wears sunglasses inside so people don’t look at his eyes...He’s a bit self concious about it even though he has very beautiful eyes :(

Feli: Feli did not inherently laser eyes instead he inhereted hypnotism. His quirk is weak compared to Lovi’s but as he’s gotten older, he’s strengthened himself a lot. If you look him in the eyes, he can make you do what he wants for a few minutes. He can only control two people at a time and he has to be close to them to do it but wowie, it can be scary to fight against him cause either you have to close your eyes or you just can’t look at him while you fight. Feli isn’t much of a fighter himself but if he can make others do it, he feels better about it lmao. He also wears sunglasses inside to avoid accidentally hypnotizing someone, he’d feel pretty bad about that

Roma: ^^^ Feli and Lovi’s grandpa who raised them. He was part of an original European pro-hero group. He, and his sons, all have eye related powers. Roma has laser vison, which Lovi inhereted. His other sons had some variant of laser vision amd X-ray vision. Feli’s hypnotizing eyes are a mix of his fathers eye related quirk and his mother’s hypnotizing quirk. Roma trained Lovi a lot but became frustrated with his grandson’s temper so he focused more on Feli. He loves his boys very much because they’re all he has left. All three of his sons are deceased and they didn’t have kids. Feli and Lovi’s dad was the eldest and his wife fled after his death. Roma is always smiling for his boys and the press but inside, he is still grieving. His laser vison is very powerful but it’s given him scars around his eyes, which itll eventually do for Lovi too. Lovi’s power is strong like his grandpas but Roma believes that his grandson is lazy and that he just isn’t training hard enough.

Yao: An original pro-hero who teaches young heroes now. He is more of a college level teacher but he does stop in to highschool level hero academies to substitute teach. His quirk is manipulating the dead. He can bring back three ghosts at a time and get them to use their quirks in a fight however, Yao becomes somewhat powerless as he controls the ghosts and admittedly, it takes a lot out of him to fight. But he’s still insanely popular cause watching him fight is mesmerizing, his skill and technique is so clean and practiced! He does demonstrations at hero academies to encourage students to be confident in their abilities as well as to never hold back in a real fight.

Gilbert: I envision Gil and Lud having quirks similar to Tenya and Tensei Iida. Gilbert has engines in his arms, making his punches bone breakingly hard omfg. He is Ludwig’s biggest fan, he’s always pushing him to be better, to train harder to fight harder. He’s always proud of him no matter what. They’re only 3 years apart and Ludwig is like a foot taller than him but he’s still a big brother!!!! Gil is very reckless so a hero career may not be something attainable for him just because he doesn’t listen and he often makes split second decisions that can/will get himself and others hurt. The plan is to start a hero trio group with Fran and Toni once they graduate but again, who knows how that’ll go

Ludwig: Like his brother, Lud also has engines but his are in his legs, making him insanely fast. He isn’t a fan of fighting hand to hand so he’s more likely to kick the shit out of someone or run around grabbing people to get them out of a dangerous area. Ludwig is only in the hero course because of his brother and he’s slowly coming to terms with the fact that he may not want to be a hero. That’ll change once he gets more experience in the field though! He’s never had so many friends before now, being surrounded by so many wanna-be-heroes encourages him more than anything! As he grows, he gets stronger and TALLER than most of his friends which is a shock to everyone. Ah yes...a growth spurt. Congrats nerd.

#shhh...I’ll come back to this eventually #I just wanted to get some ideas out #I know this is a messy post lol I did this in like 6 minutes lmao #hetalia #aph #aph france #aph america #aph england #aph Seychelles #aph china #aph prussia #aph spain #aph Rome #aph romano #aph germany

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dooniwrites · 3 years

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𝖌𝖔𝖙𝖍 𝖎𝖍𝖔𝖕

Read 𝖌𝖔𝖙𝖍 𝖎𝖍𝖔𝖕 on AO3 Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24957589

Fandom: Danganronpa v3

Ship: Kokichi Ouma X Shuichi Saihara, Background Harukawa Maki X Momota Kaito

Word Count: 4,889

Warnings: none!

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Shuichi Saihara rolled over in his bed and struggled to open his tired eyes. The sounds of a morning talk show came from the TV that rested atop his dresser. As he was never one to lounge around in bed all morning, he got right up and made his way to a slightly cramped bathroom to brush his teeth and get ready for the day. He was mindful of the stacks of paper strewn across his floor; files he had meant to organize the previous night but had fallen asleep before he could. Once he had changed and brushed his teeth, he entered the living room with a yawn. He glanced at his phone. Shit. It’s late. How is it already almost noon? he asked himself as he saw empty cans of soda and papers scattered about the coffee table and floor. Kaito must have been working out here last night . Shuichi was knocked out of his train of thought when he heard keys jingle as the door opened.

“Hey, man, you’re finally awake! It’s about time. You never sleep this late. I was getting a little worried, if I'm being honest,” Kaito laughed as he entered the apartment. Kaito was his roommate in college. He helped Shuichi become more active and stronger, and Shuichi would help him on his assignments when he had the chance. Shuichi was always there for Kaito, and Kaito was always there for Shuichi. When they both graduated, they had both decided to stay in the city since they could both find a job easily as well as an apartment for cheap. Shuichi was currently working as a private investigator with his uncle and Kaito worked at the Dodonpachi Observatory. They were already used to each other’s schedules and had decided to rent an apartment together as it made sense for them economically.

“Sorry about that. I had to finish up some reports last night, and I guess I lost track of time. Honestly, I don’t remember falling asleep,” Shuichi said as he yawned again, walking over to the kitchen island and took a seat. He rubbed his eyes and glanced over at his roommate. Kaito appeared to be covered in sweat. He must have just gotten back from one of his morning runs. Kaito pulled the carton of eggs out of the fridge and grabbed a cup from their cupboard. As Shuichi watched Kaito, he heard his own stomach growl. Guess I should probably eat something, he thought to himself as he got up off his stool and made his way to the fridge. He saw a bunch of apples on the counter and shook his head. Pancakes could be good, he mused as he opened up the pantry. His eyes scanned the area looking for ingredients. He placed the pancake mix on the counter and went to grab the carton from Kaito. He watched as Kaito cracked the last egg into a cup. Shuichi watched in horror as Kaito downed the egg in one gulp. He cringed at the sight. Shuichi opened the fridge, trying to see if there was anything he could use a substitute for eggs. He went to his phone and googled what he could do. He sighed after doing a quick search, realizing that he would have to go to the store no matter what.

“You good, man?” Kaito asked.

“Oh, yeah. I just don’t know what to eat,” Shuichi said as he shut the fridge. “I was planning on making pancakes, but it looks like we’re out of eggs now,” he awkwardly chuckled as he gestured to the empty carton of eggs.

“Ah, shit. I’m sorry, man,” Kaito said as he looked at the empty carton. He placed a hand on his chin and hummed, thinking deeply. He snapped his fingers. “I know! Let’s go to 𝖌𝖔𝖙𝖍 𝖎𝖍𝖔𝖕. It’ll be my treat.”

Shuichi corked an eyebrow. “Are you sure? It’s nearly noon. Don’t they only serve breakfast?” Kaito began laughing.

“Bro, they’re open all day! You know brunch and breakfast for dinner exist, right?”

“Oh, yeah. I guess people do that,” Shuichi shrugged. “Still, I don’t know. I don’t want you to have to come out with me just because I wanted some pancakes,” Shuichi trailed off. He worried he was being a burden. He didn’t want Kaito to feel obliged to go with him. It was his own fault he ended up sleeping in so late. Shuichi wondered if he should even go, given that he still had a lot of work to do.

“Dude, you’ve been working your ass off, and you know I don’t mind! Plus my Maki Roll is working today!” Kaito hummed. Maki was Kaito’s girlfriend of almost four years. They had gotten off to an awful start in college, they were both in the same *class* and had been paired together for a project. Maki gave Kaito the impression that she absolutely hated him. Kaito was infatuated from the start. Shuichi was surprised Maki didn’t file a restraining order the first year they had met. Kaito constantly insisted that they should be workout buddies since they both had a strong interest in fitness. At first, she only accepted because she hoped this would lead to him getting off of her back. Soon, much to her dismay, she began looking forward and actually enjoying their daily workout sessions. It was not long after until they started dating.

“Oh, I see, you just want an excuse to go see your girlfriend,” Shuichi teased. “Alright, fine,” Shuichi said as he reached for his phone on the counter and called for an Uber.

“Yes!” Kaito cheered as he made his way to the bathroom to freshen up.

Kaito held the door for Shuichi as they both walked into 𝖌𝖔𝖙𝖍 𝖎𝖍𝖔𝖕. They made their way to the host stand. Maki stood there wearing a short black lace dress ripped and patched together with safety pins. She was zoning out as she traced the design on the menus sitting atop of the stand with her index finger. She began her greeting as she heard the door close.

“Hello and welcome to 𝖌𝖔𝖙𝖍 𝖎𝖍𝖔𝖕. No, you may not do a wrist check. How many will you be today?” Maki looked up to see the customers. Her eyes widened. “K-kaito?! What are you doing here?” she whisper-yelled.

“I’m here to see my little Maki Roll!” Kaito cooed as he made grabby hands toward her.

“I love you, but please do not, and I mean, do not call me that here.” Maki hissed as she glared at Kaito.

Shuichi definitely felt intimidated as he took in the scenery. He was used to Maki since she was basically being herself, but the heavy rock music blasting and the skulls decorating the place was more than he was used to.

“Okay, fine,” Kaito grumbled. “Anyway, can Shuichi and I get a table?” Maki nodded as she grabbed two menus and two sets of silverware. She motioned for them to follow her. She kept her head down as she led them through the restaurant. Shuichi deduced that she was embarrassed that her co-workers could see the affection her extravertive boyfriend was trying to show, especially since the restaurant was empty, and there was nothing for most of them to do but gossip. She placed the menus and silverware on the table at their booth. “Enjoy your meal,” she huffed before she leaned down to Kaito and placed a quick peck on his cheek. “I’ll text you after my shift.”

“Aw, thank you, Maki Roll!” Kaito grinned widely as he said her nickname aloud. She clenched her fists as one of her coworkers snickered from behind her.

“Maki Roll? That’s a new one!” the voice laughed as it cleared the table next to their booth. Shuichi looked behind Maki to see the owner of the voice. His plum-colored hair curled messily at the ends, framing his face elegantly. Light violet eyes were accentuated by a rim of dark smudged eyeliner. He seemed to fit into this place well. Shuichi could see his ears poking through his hairstyle; they appeared to be covered in piercings. Underneath his apron, he wore a dark purple cropped tank top which showed off his toned sides. He had a black and white checkered bandana tied around his thin-yet-toned bicep paired with skin-tight leather pants that did not leave much room for the imagination. Shuichi mentally scolded himself for staring at that area a little too long. He made eye contact with the voice who shot him a smile. Shuichi’s cheeks began to heat up. He felt as if he could get lost in those piercing eyes. The two stared at each other longer than socially acceptable before Maki walked away with a huff, embarrassed by her coworker. He was snapped out of the gaze. “I’ll be with you two in a minute!” the voice called as he carried the dishes into the back.

As Kokichi entered the kitchen he saw that Maki was leaning against the counter. Her lips were pressed into a firm thin line. She looked unamused and her arms were crossed. Kokichi let out the laugh he had been trying to hold in. “Maki Roll! Oh my god! Who even was that dude?”

Maki clenched her hands into fists. “Do you want to die?”

“Oh, I’m so scared.” Kokichi sneered. “You know, if I didn’t know any better I’d say he’s your boyfriend, but how could anyone ever love a edgy bitchl like you?!” Maki was silent, Kokichi took her silence as an answer. “HE IS!” Kokichi exclaimed.

“Shut up and go serve them,” Maki grumbled as she walked out of the kitchen, and made her way back to the front of the restaurant.

“Wait!” Kokichi called out, stopping Maki in her tracks. “Who’s that guy with him?”

“That’s Shuichi, his roommate. Now get back to work.”

Kokichi took a deep breath as he walked up to the table. “Hello, boys! I’m Kokichi and I’ll be your server of despair today. Can I get you two started with anything to drink?”

“Oh, um,” Shuichi stuttered, caught off guard by the greeting of the man. “Just a glass of water, please.”

“Ah, so you’re one of those cheapasses,” Kokichi said without hesitation. Shuichi sucked in his breath. Kaito held a hand over his mouth, trying to suppress his urge to laugh out, not wanting to embarrass his friend even more. He was used to the service here. “I’m kidding!” Kokichi laughed as he placed a hand on Shuichi’s shoulder, causing the man to jump. “And for you?” Kokichi said, turning his body to face Kaito.

“I’ll just have an iced tea,” Kaito replied. Kokichi hummed as he wrote the drinks down on his notepad.

“Be right back!” Kokichi chirped.

Shuichi let out a deep breath as he watched Kokichi walk away. “Relax man!” Kaito said as he watched Shuichi begin to tap his fingers nervously against the table.

“Are they all supposed to be like this?” Shuichi said in a hushed voice as to not offend the workers.

“Well, yeah. It is 𝖌𝖔𝖙𝖍 𝖎𝖍𝖔𝖕 after all,” Kaito replied. Shuichi leaned back into his seat as he saw Kokichi returning. Kaito stared at Shuichi as he watched his friend try to keep his head down, fiddling with his fingers.

“Here you two go!” Kokichi said as he placed the drinks on the table. He pulled his notepad out once again. “Ready to order?”

“Yeah,” Shuichi said cautiously. “I’ll just have the short stack of buttermilk pancakes.”

“Alrighty! And would you like a syrup pentagram on top of your pancakes?”

“Um, sure,” Shuichi said. He was unsure if he made the correct choice.

“Awesome!” Kokichi said enthusiastically as he wrote the order on his notepad.

“I’ll have the breakfast sandwich,” Kaito responded.

“Would you like your eggs in the shape of a skull?” Kaito nodded and Kokichi finished writing their order. He took their menus and made his way to the kitchen to place their order.

“Here you two go!” Kokichi said as he placed their respective dishes in front of the two men.

“Thank you,” Shuichi stammered as Kokichi placed the plate in front of him.

“Careful now, it’s hot,” he paused, “just like you.” Kokichi winked at Shuichi and placed Kaito’s meal in front of him.

“You two enjoy your food,” Kokichi said as he sauntered back into the kitchen. Kokichi took a deep breath, trying to calm his heart. He couldn’t believe he just flirted with a customer. This was 𝖌𝖔𝖙𝖍 𝖎𝖍𝖔𝖕! He was supposed to be mean and edgy. He couldn’t stop thinking about the cold, calculating grey eyes of that guy. H Kokichi found it cute how timid he was. He couldn’t help but try to stare at the boy through the window in the kitchen that looked out to the dining area.

“That’s really fucking creepy, you stalker,” Maki said as she walked into the kitchen, placing silverware into the dishwashing bin.

“I- uh, um.” Kokichi stammered, trying to pretend Maki didn’t just give him a heart attack. Maki said nothing as she walked off.

Shuichi hummed happily as he took another bite of his pancakes. “These are delicious!”

“I know, right?” Kaito agreed. “I think our waiter has the hots for you,” he said as Shuichi was taking a sip of water. This claim caused Shuichi to begin coughing and choking on his drink.

“What?” He croaked out.

“He keeps staring at you! He’s definitely into you! You should slip him your number!” Kaito said as Shuichi shook his head violently. “Come on man! Don’t be a pussy! Do it,” Kaito’s voice was gradually getting louder and louder. Shuichi feared that the other employees would hear him. Especially him .

“Okay, okay! Just be quiet,” Shuichi pleaded with a hushed voice. Kaito laughed and they continued to eat.

Kokichi made his way out of the kitchen area, noticing both of their plates were empty. “All done here?” he asked as he approached the table. The two nodded as they pushed their plates inward towards him. “I’ll just take these, and I’ll go get your check,” Kokichi said as he grabbed the plates and made his way to the kitchen. He placed their plated in the dishwashing bin and made his way to the register to print their check. He toyed with the idea of slipping the guy his number, but now it was his turn to feel hesitation. Once the check was printed he walked back over and placed it on the table along with a pen. “Take your time, you two!”

Kaito pulled out his debit card and slipped it into the check holder and filled out the receipt with the pen. Once it was filled out he handed the pen to Shuichi. “Now’s your chance, man,” he said as he slid a clean napkin towards him. Shuchi nodded as he took the pen. He began to write his number out on the receipt. His handwriting was shaky. He took extra caution to make sure the numbers were legible. After he wrote his number, he figured it wouldn’t hurt to add his name. He saw Kokichi coming back to their table. This caused him to panic and crumble the napkin in his hand as he placed his fisted hand in his lap, mentally cursing himself out.

“I’ll just take this!” Kokichi said as he took the check from Kaito and made his way back to the register. Shuichi released the breath he was holding and placed the napkin back on the table face down to avoid Kokichi seeing it, worried that he might see him as a creep.

“Shit,” Shuichi murmured, hoping at least his number was still eligible. He pulled out his wallet and grabbed a twenty-dollar bill.

“You never tip this much!” Kaito laughed

“Oh, well, I guess you can say he was special,” Shuichi blushed. Kokichi made his way back over to the table.

“Here you go! Don’t worry, I only charged you about five hundred extra!” Kokichi laughed. “Kidding,” he said emotionless. Kaito and Shuichi chuckled nervously. “Have a horrible day you two!” Kokichi said as he began to walk off.

Shit, what if he doesn’t see the tip? Shuichi said to himself in a panic.

“W-wait,” Shuichi stammered as he stood up. Kokichi turned around. He was shorter than he expected; Shuichi towered over him.

“Yes?” Kokichi purred.

“Um, here you go,” Shuichi said as he handed Kokichi the twenty-dollar bill along with the napkin.

“Aw, thank you!” Kokichi smiled. He read the napkin. “Shuichi Saihara.” Kokichi read in a sultry voice. “I like how that sounds!” He cooed. “Come back anytime, pretty boy,” he grinned. Shuichi felt his cheeks begin to heat up.

Throughout the rest of the day, Shuichi tried to push the idea of seeing Kokichi ever again out of his head. He figured Kokichi must have gotten hit on by almost everyone who went to that restaurant. Shuichi doubted Kokichi even read the number, convinced he had thrown it out the moment they left, figuring he was too bland to ever catch the eye of someone like him. He tried to busy himself with the piles of paper that needed organizing.

Maki came over once her shift finished. Her and Kaito hogged the living room. Shuichi decided to board himself up in his room. He laid atop of his bed, listening to the news on his TV mindlessly as he scrolled through his phone, trying to reward himself for finally organizing all of those papers and even cleaning his room up a bit. A notification flashed across his screen

Hey Shuichi! It’s Kokichi from 𝖌𝖔𝖙𝖍 𝖎𝖍𝖔𝖕! ;) Shuichi’s mouth dropped open. He couldn’t believe it. He was already convinced that this was a prank set up by Kokichi and/or Maki. As much as he didn’t want to get his hopes up, he didn’t want to leave whoever it was on read.

Hi! Not to be that person, but this isn’t a prank, right? Shuichi immediately regretted every decision in his life he had made up to this very moment. He didn’t want Kokichi to think he had trust issues or was an extremely paranoid person. He placed his hands over his face as he saw the three typing dots pop up. He groaned, his heart beating a million miles per minute.

Nope! It’s really me! Kokichi from 𝖌𝖔𝖙𝖍 𝖎𝖍𝖔𝖕! Kokichi responded. Moments later, a photo of him was sent. He was still wearing his outfit from earlier that day, without the apron. Shuichi could see his toned stomach. He wore a grin on his face. Shuichi felt his heartbeat in his throat and he studied the features of Kokichi. Five minutes had passed and Kokichi sent another message. Are you still alive, Shuichi? Shuichi scrambled to type out a response.

Yep! Sorry, I was just looking at your photo. Shuichi cringed as he read the message over once it was sent. He is making himself out to be a creep. He wished there was a reset button he could press.

That enamored by my beauty? Understandable. You’re not too bad yourself, though. Shuichi’s brain was short-circuiting. He dropped his phone and somehow, now his phone was calling Kokichi for a facetime.

“Wait, shit!” Shuichi cried out in a panic as he tried to cancel it. Suddenly, Kokichi accepted the call. Shuichi mumbled under his breath, “fuck me,” not aware Kokichi’s video had already connected.

“Is that how you greet every person you call? But don’t worry, I will eventually,” Kokichi laughed as he watched Shuichi’s face turn red. “Honestly, don’t feel embarrassed, I was actually about to ask if I could call you.”

“Oh, really?” Shuichi said quietly. He wished the earth would reclaim his worthless form.

“Mhm! You’re a cutie, and I wanted to see you again! So I hope you weren’t hoping you could just give me your number and never hear from me again!” Kokichi cheered.

“Really? You think I’m cute?” Shuichi whispered. He tried to hide the shock he was feeling. “I’d also like to see you again if you really meant that!” Shuichi stammered again.

“Yep! How about you and I hang out next Friday? We can do whatever you like!” Kokichi winked, Shuichi felt his throat go dry at what Kokichi could be implying.

“That sounds nice. I’d really like that. A lot, actually.” Shuichi responded.

“Awesome!” Kokichi sang. “You can come to my place! I’ll send you my address later.” Shuichi let out a yawn. He knew he should go to bed soon, but he didn’t want to end this conversation with him. Kokichi may never talk to him again. “You seem sleepy,” Kokichi cooed. “You should get some rest.”

“Yeah, I know,” Shuichi groaned. Kokichi noticed Shuichi’s hesitance to say goodbye.

“I’ll text you tomorrow morning, okay?” Kokichi smiled as Shuichi’s eyes seemed to light up. “You’re going to go to bed now, right?” Kokichi asked. Shuichi nodded his head. “Good boy. I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” Kokichi hung up the phone. Shuichi’s head was spinning. What just happened? he asked himself. His phone was lying atop his chest as he tried to make sense of everything that happened. His phone vibrated again.

You better be going to sleep now. Goodnight, Shuichi!

T hroughout the whole week, Shuichi had trouble focusing at work. He was able to do his job but he found himself becoming distracted, constantly checking his phone, worried he was missing any message Kokichi had sent him. Kokichi had said good morning to him every day and would text him throughout the day, usually complaining about customers and/or his coworkers. Friday couldn’t have come any quicker in Shuichi’s opinion. The moment he clocked out for the day he began to feel nerves coursing through his body. He had gone home and placed his bag on his bed, not bothering to unpack it. After a long day cooped up in a hot and sweaty office he had the strong urge to freshen up

“Good luck man!” Kaito said as he saw Shuichi making his way to the door. Maki was cuddling into his side, but once she saw Shuichi she quickly sat up and out of the position she was in.

“Thanks, I’ll text you later. See you guys!” Shuichi said as he began to open the door.

“Wait! Here, catch these!” Kaito called out. Shuichi turned around to a box flying at his face. He caught the box and read the front. Oh, this is a box of condoms… Shuichi felt his face burning up with embarrassment, but he simply rolled his eyes and threw them back to Kaito.

“I think you will be needing these more than I will. Have fun,” Shuichi said as he quickly left the apartment, making his way down the building stairs to meet his Uber outside.

Shuichi was constantly checking his phone, hoping he was going in the right direction. What do I even say to this guy? Oh my gosh. What if he kills me or something? Shuichi looked out of the car window, wondering if he could roll out of this car. No, this will be fine and I will be okay , he repeated to himself. He continued to repeat this to himself as he got out of the car and made his way into the apartment building. Please be the right place, please don’t be some random person that isn’t Kokichi , Shuichi prayed silently as he walked up to Kokichi’s supposed apartment. He knocked gently three times. Suddenly, the door swung open and Shuichi felt a weight pull him down.

“Shuichi! You came! I’m so glad!” Kokichi smiled as he pulled Shuichi into a hug.

“Uh, yeah!” Shuichi laughed nervously, patting Kokichi on the back.

“Well, make yourself at home!” Kokichi said as he led Shuichi into his apartment. You could always get a sense of a person based on their house and how neat it was, the colors, arrangement of furniture, etc. Shuichi was an expert at this, especially since he was an investigator. He was actually surprised when he entered the apartment, it was surprisingly bright. Based on Kokichi’s appearance, he expected it to be dark and almost have a satanic vibe. Instead, the apartment was very neat and quite modern. Kokichi made his way over to his black leather couch in his living room.

“Thanks,” Shuichi said nervously as he followed Kokichi to his couch.

“So, I was thinking we could just chill and watch a movie?” Kokichi asked. Shuichi nodded, “Cool! I’ll let you pick the movie!” Shuichi felt panic begin to rise in his body again. What if he thinks my choice is stupid or boring? Oh my gosh, he’s gonna think I'm lame and then never want to see me again . Shuichi’s train of negative thoughts was abruptly interrupted by the feeling of a hand being placed on his shoulder. “You okay?” Kokichi asked gently. Shuichi nodded.

“Yeah, sorry. I was just overthinking things a bit,” Shuichi chuckled. “Why don’t you pick the movie, actually?”

“Are you sure? I’m definitely going to pick a horror movie, so I hope you don’t get scared easily,” Kokichi laughed maniacally.

The two were in the middle of Evil in the Depths III. Shuichi was used to dealing with many graphic and gruesome crime scenes on a day to day basis, so he was pretty good with gory horror movies, but he could not deal with paranormal horror movies. The fact that there was so little that could be proven or disproven genuinely frightened him to think about. Throughout the movie, the two of them found themselves inching closer to one another. Shuichi felt his one hand become much warmer than it already was. He turned his head to his right, where Kokichi was sitting and noticed that Kokichi had grabbed his hand. Shuichi smiled. He did not want to seem like a maniac, but on the inside he was screaming in excitement.

“Scared yet?” Kokichi whispered in a teasing voice. Shuichi shook his head.

“This actually isn’t that bad. Usually, I hate movies with ghosts,” Shuichi explained. Kokichi cut him off by laughing again.

“Just you wait and see.”

Kokichi and Shuichi continued to get closer and closer. At one part of the movie, a scene of a girl crawling down the stairs, screaming demonically, caused Shuichi to turn and hide in Kokichi’s shoulder. Kokichi had taken his opportunity to wrap an arm around him. “You okay?” Kokichi asked quietly, watching Shuichi nod in response. They stayed this way for the rest of the movie. Shuichi finding comfort in Kokichi’s arms.

Shuichi felt as if he could finally breathe once the credits rolled. He could feel the tension in his shoulders leave his body as Kokichi rubbed his back soothingly. “Has anyone ever told you you’re adorable?” Kokichi wondered aloud.

“Um, no. Well not since I was like three,” Shuichi chuckled.

“Well, I’m calling you adorable now,” Kokichi snapped back jokingly, sticking his tongue out.

Shuichi pulled his phone out of his pocket and checked the time. It was nearing midnight. As much as he enjoyed hanging out with Kokichi, he wanted to be able to catch a somewhat decent Uber driver. He began to sit up from the position he was in. “Thank you so much, Kokichi. I had a lot of fun tonight. I hope we can do it again,” Shuichi smiled.

Kokichi had a small pout on his face. “Heading out already? That’s okay. We should do this again. Sooner than later,” Kokichi winked as he stood up. Shuichi felt excitement rush through his body once again at the idea that he would get to see Kokichi again soon.

“I would really like that,” Shuichi said as he followed Kokichi to the front door. “Thank you again. I had a great time.”

“Me too, but I’m not ready to say bye until I do one last thing,” Kokichi smirked. Shuichi corked his eyebrow and looked at him in confusion. Kokichi reached up to Shuichi’s shoulders and pulled him down, allowing them to make eye contact. Kokichi suddenly placed his lips on top of Shuichi’s. Kokichi’s lips were surprisingly smooth, unlike Shuichi’s which were chapped and rough due to his constant toying with his teeth. Shuichi, although taken by surprise, kissed back with just as much passion as Kokichi.

They could have stayed this way forever if it wasn’t for that cursed human need to breathe. They both parted, both slightly panting in an attempt to catch their breath. “Wow,” Shuichi whispered. Kokichi nodded in agreement. “Um, does this make you my boyfriend?” Shuichi whispered, unsure how everything was supposed to play out now.

“Only if you want me to be,” Kokichi said as he wrapped his arms around Shuichi’s neck, pulling him down again for one more kiss. Kokichi teasingly nibbling on Shuichi’s lip before parting again. Kokichi’s brow furrowed. He realized he didn’t want to say goodbye yet. “Fuck it, stay the night. Please?” Kokichi asked, but it ended up sounding more like a plea. Shuichi didn’t even have to weigh the pro’s and con’s before he was nodding his head. Kokichi grabbed his arms and pulled him back into the apartment, kissing him again.

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#danganronpa #shuichi x kokichi #maki x kaito #danganronpa v3

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1000-directions · 4 years

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what is YOUR wawa order? will i even know what it is? you've talked about wawa so many times before, i must've erased all prior knowledge you shared with me

omg i miss wawa SO MUCH. i just checked my credit card statement, and i haven’t been since february 28th!!! this is for sure the longest i have gone without wawa in probably about a decade!! anyway, i hope you wanted an extremely detailed description of what i get from wawa, because here we go.

for me, the main draw at wawa is that they will make you a sandwich and you don’t have to talk to anyone, you just go up to a screen and push the buttons and build a sandwich with exactly what you want on it, and only what you want on it, and it’s very satisfying and doesn’t require you feeling awkward for reciting a lot of substitutions to anyone because it all prints on a receipt for them to read.

first: breakfast. i love wawa breakfast. they only serve it until 11, and it’s pretty rare for me to want to go to wawa at that time of day. if they served breakfast all day, i would never eat anything else. my order is pretty basic. i just want a scrambled egg breakfast hoagie on a wheat roll with provolone, black pepper, and sriracha. i don’t normally care for veggies with my eggs, i just want lots of cheese and a little bit of heat. yum!!

and then lunch/dinner, but i don’t think i would ever go to wawa for lunch, that feels weird. that feels like something that requires a special trip, like why am i putting in the effort to leave my house and drive to wawa to get a sandwich in the middle of the day, wawa is for picking up on the way home from work when you are not in the mood to cook, or for stumbling into at like 8pm on the weekend when you’re like “oh shit i forgot to EAT something today” or for stopping at on the way home from the airport or something like that.

anyway, i rotate through three different dinner sandwiches. the one i get the most is: cheese hoagie on a wheat roll, toast the bread ONLY, provolone and swiss. i used to get lettuce, but wawa lettuce is shredded and makes a mess and i usually pushed it all off anyway, so i don’t get lettuce anymore. but i get tomatoes and pickles and black pepper. i used to get honey mustard, then they stopped having that as a choice so i started getting creamy chipotle sauce, but then they started having honey mustard again so now i tend to just pick whichever speaks to me.

sometimes i get egg salad on a wheat roll with provolone, lettuce, tomato, black pepper, that’s it. not toasted, ew.

and then the other sandwich i get sometimes, which was my regular order for very many years, is a cheese hoagie on a white roll (the ONLY time i will ever eat white bread but it is required for this), not toasted, pepper jack and provolone, little bit of oil, little bit of vinegar (extremely important to specify or your bread will get too soggy and be very gross), lettuce, tomato, pickles, oregano.

wawa has a refrigerated display island in the middle of the store with premade items. i usually grab some grapes and cheese and crackers snack packs and tell myself i will keep them in the fridge for later but then consume them immediately like a liar. they used to have a snack pack that was cheese and pear slices and almonds, and i loved that one but i haven’t seen it in a while so i think it’s discontinued. they also have premade salads and sandwiches, none of which i like. there was a caprese sandwich for a while that was mozzarella and tomato on a ciabatta roll with a side of creamy pesto dressing that was sooooooooooooo good, but it’s been discontinued for years, but i still think about it all the time.

there is also a display by the register where they keep premade hot items, and this is where i sometimes grab their extremely trashy mozzarella sticks that are like...if you want a real mozzarella stick and you eat this, you will be disappointed, but sometimes you just really want a spicy congealed wawa mozzarella stick, it is its own thing entirely. this is also where they keep soft pretzels, and i like the ones stuffed with jalapeño cheese.

wawa also makes their own line of bottled beverages, which are usually 2 for $2. my favorite is the tangerine white tea, which is not available at every location, and which will randomly disappear for months or years at a time before resurfacing with no warning.

wawa also has just basic convenience store stuff, including a large selection of herr’s chips, which is a regional snack brand that i like a lot. my favorite flavors are probably honey bbq and creamy ranch & habanero, with sour cream and onion or crabfries as backups. they are usually on sale if you buy two bags but they don’t always have every flavor, so it’s important to have a backup. buying crabfries flavored herr’s potato chips at a wawa is probably the most mid-atlantic experience you could have lol

(crabfries flavor, by the way, contains no crab. they are just covered in old bay, which is often used to season crabs. old bay isn’t even good, i really do not like it, it’s just salt and heat with no subtlety and no depth of flavor, it doesn’t even taste good!!!! fight me, maryland. but it’s so weirdly addictive ahhhh)

i believe i have sufficiently answered this question!

#asks #food cw #wawa #long post #dearmrsawyer

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yanxious · 4 years

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personal view on productivity, overall accomplishment and the way self-care is promoted

All the [references] are at the end with all the info for libgen.is and sci-hub.tw (I personally uploaded them to both platforms). The text is about my thoughts on those topics and how I think the way self-care is promoted on media / schools can be misleading and have negative effects on productivity - based on those references and my personal experience.

I’m writing this for myself - but if someone read it feel free to comment since it’s probably an unpopular opinion that I have. I am by no means a psychologist or a generally healthy person.

The idea of ego-depletion (in other words, limited willpower) is a well-known concept. It was first published by a research group from Case Western Reserve University [1] and was made famous by a best seller self-help book that followed it [2]. Nowadays lots of coaches and books still use this concept.

But what is it? It’s basically the idea of our willpower being physically limited. It means that every time we make a decision we cut back on the reservoir of ‘willpower’ available for us, eventually having a ‘temporarily reduction in the self’s capacity or willingness to engage in actions (including controlling the environment, working, controlling the self, making choices and initiating new actions)’ [1]. It is important to note that it’s not the same as getting tired; it’s like we have a literal ‘physical reservoir of willpower available’ to use in a determined period of time.

You can read on [3, a counter-research study*] why this concept has been proved wrong a few times and they propose that ‘whether depletion takes place or not depends only on a person’s belief about whether willpower is a limited resource’. In other words, it’s not actual ‘ego-depletion’ that makes you unable to make decisions, but your belief in it.

Now after this intro (that is way bigger than I wanted it to? I’m terrible at writing and I’m sorry for that) we will finally talk about my experience and the reasons I think self-care is promoted in a misleading way and how it had terrible effects on my last year of high school / first semester of university.

I want to begin making sure that self-care is important if you are keeping truly healthy habits, but not if it becomes an excuse for doing less. I remember hearing really often about the idea of self-care and I was very encouraged to take care of myself in order to prevent burnout and overstressing (which is important, don’t take me wrong). Even my therapist told me multiple times that I could only study / work for so long without being burnout even if it was something I loved doing. The idea of self-care that presented to me was, most of the time, related to the idea of limited willpower / ego-depletion.

So for a long time I believed in that ‘self-care’ because basically it told me to take more breaks in order to be healthier. And I loved it. I was taking more breaks, using headspace, having a ton of sleep and playing lots of videogames while avoiding my work because I was “way too stressed” and I would need to do that not to “burnout”. But of course I was deceiving myself. I basically took self-care as an excuse to indulge in bad habits and stop doing what I needed to do. What I’m trying to say is that the way self-care is promoted most of the times can be misleading because it leads to believing in ego-depletion (that has been proven wrong and can have negative effects on your productivity).

Of course I’m not here to say that self-care is complete bullshit. It is very possible for you to overwork yourself, feel overstressed and unhappy. What I’m trying to bring up is that the moment I understood that I was able to do something for countless hours it became easier to do so. The moment I realized I can work for any amount of time, working for 7-8 hours a day became way easier. I even talked about it with my therapist at the time and we agreed that the pleasure of completing a task is way more beneficial than avoiding it with the excuse of taking care of myself. The pleasure of learning something substituted the illusion of being exhausted - and the feeling of being active is way more fulfilling than anything else.

We need to magnify the effects of being productive and self-care without the idea of ego-depletion in its background. I know countless people that are doing way less than they are able to and still feeling unhappy while using the excuse of being too stressed for doing too much. Of course there are problems we can’t solve with that (probably most of the problems, I am a very privileged person with very simple problems) and sometimes you just can’t produce your own serotonin and need to understand that store-bought is fine. The thing is we are all capable of doing great things and there is no physical limitation to how much you can do in a certain period of time, even if most sources try to convince us the opposite. Dedicating huge amounts of time to anything is a habit and you will never be able to do it if you don’t exercise it. I’ve been working and studying more than ever (especially during lockdown) and it even became a relief valve for when I’m down and don’t want to think about other stuff. It makes me feel accomplished and I wish someday everyone I know and love will have something as simple as that that brings that feeling of accomplishment.

This is, of course, based on my personal experience. I try to rely on scientific / peer-reviewed articles in order to form my opinions and this is one I want to save here so I can read later. Sometimes I just need to remember myself that I’m able to do stuff and that I have the privilege of doing something I like.

* Since it’s a recent study (divided in 4 parts, with a huge sample size) its results show better statistical significance [4] and coherent results

my opinion about this topic was highly influenced by Arpi Park’s channel and Lex Fridman’s view on productivity

References:

[1] Ego Depletion: Is the Active Self a Limited Resource? - Journal of Personality and Social Psychology, 1998, Vol. 74, No. 5, 1252-1265 - 0022-3514/98

[2] Willpower: Rediscovering the Greatest Human Strength - 2011 - ISBN 978-1-59420-307-7

[3] Ego Depletion-Is It All in Your Head? Implicit Theories About Willpower Affect Self-Regulation - August 2010 - Psychological Science 21(11):1686-93 DOI: 10.1177/0956797610384745

[4] Two-sample t tests: Statistics for the Social Sciences - Sirkin, R. Mark (2005). (3rd ed.). Thousand Oaks, CA: SAGE Publications, Inc. pp. 271–316. ISBN 978-1-412-90546-6. [I highly recommend this article for anyone in social sciences but they generally don’t give a shit about calculus]

more stuff about it

> From Ego Depletion to Vitality: Theory and Findings Concerning the Facilitation of Energy Available to the Self - Social and Personality Psychological Compass - Volume 2, Issue 2, March 2008, Pages 702-717 https://doi.org/10.1111/j.1751-9004.2008.00098.x

> An updated meta-analysis of the ego depletion effect - Psychological Research (2018) - 82:645–651 - DOI 10.1007/s00426-017-0862-x 4

> Publication bias and the limited strength model of self-control: has the evidence for ego depletion been overestimated? - Front. Psychol., 30 July 2014 | https://doi.org/10.3389/fpsyg.2014.00823

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etraytin · 4 years

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Quarantine, Day 58

A comedy in one act:

Dramatis Personae: Me, a gentlewoman and a scholar, a loving mother and wife, a voyager exploring this island earth Ring Phone App, a phone app

Act One: (ME walks through the front door, destination, anywhere) SFX: LOUD BUZZING NOISE from phone (ME pauses in the doorway, looks at phone) Ring Phone App: There is motion at your front door! ME: ... (ME refrains from throwing phone over the horizon) (Repeat ad infinitum)

So I helped my mother in law configure her new doorbell camera the other day, that's fun, right? It is kind of entertaining that I can be sitting in the bathtub or in an entirely different town and watch the kiddo going in and out the door on his many adventures, but every time I go out the door it alerts, and every damn time I think it's a text message and stop. It's downright Pavlovian.

I went out only one time today, to pick up the groceries at Harris Teeter. MIL placed a grocery order from them several days ago but unfortunately checked out prematurely, and unlike the Walmart app, the HT app does not appear to let you edit your placed order. If they do, it is not at all clear how and the FAQ is unresponsive. I tried to call their support line, but was informed I'd be on hold for 25 minutes, so we just got most of our groceries at Publix instead. I am not sure why the more expensive a store is, the shittier their pickup service seems to be. Walmart is always super-busy, but they've got that shit down to a science. I have ordered 300 dollars of groceries from them for pickup during this pandemic and bam, in and out. They open your trunk, put in the stuff, give you your eggs and bread for the front seat, and you go. Kroger is okay, they have pull-through lanes and you can't check in from the app, but it's all right. Their biggest problem is that they don't indicate what items are out of stock on their app, so about half my fairly short list was unavailable, with no substitutions available. Kind of a bummer.

Harris Teeter, on the other hand, is its own thing. They don't have parking spots, they have a lane in front of the store so you can wait in line for however long, then get up to a little speaker and press a button so they know you are there and you can contaminate your fingers all at once. Then you pull forward an awkward amount, because it seems weird to just sit at the button when cars are behind you, but you can't pull forward enough without being back in traffic, and you get out of your car and open your own trunk. Harris Teeter apparently believes their intercom button is not germy, but the gate latch for my minivan is basically the Blarney Stone on St. Patrick's Day. Then you get back in your car, then the person comes out to tell you what they did not on the intercom, which is that your order is not ready and come back in 15 minutes. Then you get back out of your car and close your gate and go and park for fifteen minutes. (You may already be in a chancy mood after spending the entire trip to the store on the phone trying to explain why Plandemic is a bullshit piece of bullshit that really deserves to be deplatformed and that YouTube is not a government entity so making a first amendment argument is specious, but this is optional.) After fifteen minutes, you go back and wait in the line again, open your gate again, get your groceries, close your gate, get back in your car, sanitize, and try to back out of the line around the person in front of you who is still waiting in that awkward post-button place in line. I was very nice to the workers, though, because it is not their fault that pickup at their store is extremely stupid or that their groceries are stupidly expensive. Anyway, the Amazon guy showed up while I was away and I knew because the doorbell told me.

Sauerkraut and sausage for supper again tonight, twice within a month! I'm so very pleased. I even did up real mashed potatoes this time, which really are so much better than the flakes even if they are a lot of work. I don't care what we cook for any meal tomorrow because I have a whole box of leftovers in the fridge. While I was cooking, the rest of the household watched Sully, chosen from my MIL's DVD collection as being one the kiddo has not seen and that is not likely to give him lasting mental scars from historical evidence of the harm man can do to man. Lots of historical documentaries in the collection here. I did not watch because I am already scared enough of airplanes, thank you. Kiddo is up to 600 words in his fanfic as of today, is making more effective use of autocorrect, and is accepting constructive criticism on his tendency to shift tenses within the same paragraph and sometimes the same sentence. We're making progress! Also Pikachu appears to have framed Bendy for unspecified heinous actions; what a twist!

Not too much new information on the whole father-in-law thing, except that the visit today was very good and the evening phone conversation was better than yesterday. Those are both encouraging signs, as it would really suck even more if he were freaking out these whole two weeks in the rehab center. Kiddo has learned several origami forms now and made him a waterbomb with a peppermint candy tucked inside as a present. Today we worked on cranes, which I have not made for a long time. We're both getting better at them. There's some traditional folklore that says if you fold a thousand origami cranes, you earn a wish. If I could fold that many cranes, of course my wish would be for this virus to just disappear. It wouldn't end our problems, it wouldn't even end most of them, but it would make these choices much less agonizing. Plus my sister and her family are in town this weekend and we can't even visit them and it sucks so much. We're going to be in the same town on Mothers Day with our kids for the first time ever and we can't even get together for lunch or something. Ugh. But we have to be careful.

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