#love is stored in the fucking massive fish tanks

[gothamslostboy]

Can i request bones characters and their pets headcannons?

OMG YES OF COURSE YOU CAN

Brennen

She’s against pets in general but if she had to pick one she’d choose a monkey

But after researching it and realizing she doesn’t have the adequate amount of time to care for one she lets booth get a dog

Has to be one that’s known for its intelligence tho

Booth

A dog man through and through

Specifically a high energy breed he can take for runs

Also likes to play fetch with it

Teaches it tricks

Constantly gets lectures from Brennen every time he says they have the smartest dog

Wants to let it lay in the bed but Brennen says no

He sneaks the dog up after she goes to sleep sometimes

Wendell

I bet you’re thinking dog huh?

Yeah you’re right

He has a American pitbull terrier he adores

Buys her sweaters for the winter

Takes her out to those dog friendly restaurants to play with Booth’s dog while they hang out

Cam

Cat lady 100%

Either a Siamese or a hairless cat

Spoils it with toys and treats, but makes sure it stays at a healthy weight

When no one is around she speaks to it in a baby voice

Arastoo

A cat he found at his local shelter

He doesn’t know what kind of cat it is

Has to take allergy pills because he developed an allergy after he already was attached

Sweets

A hermit crab he keeps in his office

Gets an artist friend to paint new shells based on sci fi movies he likes

Before he picked a name he was calling it buddy, which just kinda stuck

Angela

Likes many animals, but not keeping them

Only got one after Michael-Vincent kept begging

Ended up getting a hedge hog

It curls up in her lap while she paints or draws

Hodgins

Has the hedgehog with Angela obviously

He lets sit on his shoulder when relaxing

Built it a fucking MASSIVE enclosure in their house

This lil thing has so much to play with it’s insane

After a year or two of owning the hedgehog, he convinces Angela to get a tortoise

Who he also spoils

Zack

He bought a beta fish one day bc he thought a pet would make him less lonely but he was scared of all the other species at the pet store

He named it Archimedes

Originally just had it in a glass bowl

Bought it a proper tank after Hodgins explained how bad that is

Hodgins also went with him to pick out things it could hide in

Daisy

Honestly I’m not really sure

Maybe a hamster when she was young

But never got another pet after it died bc she was so sad

Loves Lance’s little hermit crab though

Says hi to it every time she stops by his office

Fisher

An iguana

He brought him into work once and cam made him put it in Hodgins’ bug room

Takes it for walks

It wears a black spiked collar with its leash

Vincent

He has two ferrets and and a set of Guinea pigs

Talks to them for hours telling them all the facts that pop into his head

Carries the ferrets around his body (neck, shoulders, arms, etc)

Talks about them like they are his human children

#bones tv show #bones tv #bones show #glb bones #temperence brennan #seeley booth #wendell bray #camille saroyan #lance sweets #collin fisher #arastoo vaziri #daisy wick #angela montenegro #jack hodgins #zack addy #vincent nigel murray #bones headcanons #headcannons

[likesplatterpaint]

Honestly a great Friday!!! 10/10!!!

Woke up to a note scrawled by beloved hoosband to pls leave the dishes, he would do them ❤️

Jeans day at school and the first cool morning we’ve had.

I watched a senior support and comfort an eighth grader through something he was distraught about (later found out it was a death in the family). My two PAMC classes went well.

hilarity and horror ensued during my advanced class when a ah, how shall we say naive and oblivious student got a nose bleed and proceeded to turn my room into a crime scene through a series of poor decisions. found fun relevant photoshop games for middle school to play AND it was lovely outside!

And Mike decided we should have a games and fish store date night over the bridge!

Came home with some nice driftwood. HoT added a whole new section JUST for aquascaping complete with a scape dojo!!!!! I was so thrilled by the selection. Also gotta a fucking. Massive amazon sword for $24. HERES hoping the root tabs I got for it will help it actually grow in Louie’s tank. Got some rearranging to do this weekend. But now, some sleep :)

#gen life things

[pizzee]

— Too short for ao3, too long to keep as a draft —

Gus, Rest In Peace, was a miracle.

Appearing from nowhere in a flat Steven didn’t remember buying but wasn’t about to question (because it’s a massive place in a rather expensive part of town that he is not about to inquire into how he— or his mum could afford), Gus was a rather sudden addition to Steven’s life that he took in stride, as he did most unexplainable things. Which was most things.

“Morning Gus,” he’d greeted on the second day of being a fish father, searching through the plastic bag from the pet store he frantically went out to get yesterday and grabbing the fish flakes, “you like the name Gus?”

He waited for the response he wouldn’t get and hummed as he tapped the food into the tank. “Yea, I think it’s rather lovely too.” He glanced out the window at the rain coming down, feeling something churn in his stomach and sighed. “Looks like it’s gunna be one of those days.”

And often times, it was one of those days. Most days were one of those days, Steven would think as he stuck his hand out the open window and felt the rain splatter on his palm. Then he’d sigh to himself and turn back to his fish, immaculate conception, and force himself to smile.

“I read it’s supposed to make you feel better.” He’d hold it for a few minutes, let it drop, and carry on.

Gus, Rest In Peace, was a miracle. But he’s dead now, and has been replaced with Gus II and Unnamed Goldfish ‘maybe possibly Gus III’. 

I fought god and all I have to show for it is this lousy shirt, Steven reads off the oversized tshirt he found neatly folded into a square in his drawer. He sighs at it.

“Marc.”

‘Why would you automatically assume it was me?’ Marc asks defensively, but not without some mirth. 

“Because,” Steven starts as he shrugs off the sweater he’s wearing and tossed it aside. 

Because he doesn’t know when Jake would find the time to do it, what with his Moon Knighting— Moon Lighting? Mooning?… Fisting? He slides the shirt over his head. It, predictably, is too big and the sleeves reach to the tips of his elbows. He grins. It’s like he likes it.

‘I swear you don’t own a single article of clothing that properly fits,’ Marc grumbles from the little hand mirror they propped up on the desk Steven’s sitting at.

“I don’t like form fitting clothes.”

‘No you’re allergic to shit that actually fits the way it’s supposed to.’

Steven rolls his eyes as he slides on the reading glasses Marc will also insist he doesn’t need and selects a pen, sparkly green, and opens the notebook. “I’ve been told my style was ‘quirky museum tour guide and it works’.”

‘By who? A 16 year old?’

Yes, actually, but he’s not giving Marc the satisfaction of being right so he ignores him and flips to a blank page, right after Jake’s entry from yesterday night he wrote in dark blue ink. Detailing a mission he completed, followed by a movie he saw — that new Avatar film that’s apparently ‘alright, not worth the hype’ — and ending the night off with a rather long phone call with someone he only refers to as ‘that fucking asshole Frank’. 

‘You wouldn’t need so many belts if you got pants that fit,’ Marc continues.

“And you wouldn’t need to borrow Jake’s suits for dates if you actually new how to dress,” he counters, which properly shuts the other man up.

With Marc effectively warded off, Steven clicks his pen a few times and chews on the end of it as he stares at the empty lines of he page in the dim lamp light. He’s mentally laying out what he wants to write about: his day, another one of those days which he hadn’t been having as recently lately, not with Marc and Jake there to distract him and Layla checking in to offer someone who isn’t a brick wall of repressed emotions to talk with.

But.

He glances out the window. It’s starting to get dark out, and it’s cloudy but that isn’t anything new. His gaze wanders to the fish tank, filled with two new fish that Jake takes extra care of and Marc acts like he doesn’t care about but Steven will sometimes catch him lingering in the reflection of the fish tank, the permanent lines of his face soft.

But.

They worked out a schedule for fronting, when and where. Steven handles almost all of the ‘normal people shit’, as Marc calls it, which includes shopping and cleaning and working during daylight hours. Because he’s used to it, because it’s good to have and keep routines. So all of his time is taken up doing something: talking or cleaning or sorting through vegetables or cooking or talking to Layla or rushing to the bus stop again. He doesn’t have time to amble and stare out the window. He doesn’t give himself time to sit at the desk and contemplate what to write in their Keeping up with the Spectors/Grants/Lockleys journal.

But.

It’s one of those days, and Gus, Rest In Peace, being the miracle that he was, vanished just as quickly and spontaneously as he appeared. Immaculate replacement. 

Steven chews on the pen, then writes.

Today was one of those days. I haven’t had a great very many of them lately, but they never get easier. Nor do they get harder. They’re just those days, and I wish they’d stop entirely. 

Anyway, 

Steven has a joke. It’s not very complex, but it goes something like this:

In a normal conversation, someone will ask, “what do you do for a living?”

“I herd cats,” he’ll respond, then laugh at the raised eyebrow and utter bewilderment he’ll receive. 

It’s funny until he realizes that really is his job. He, Steven Grant formerly of the gift shop, herds two cats known as Marc Spector and Jake Lockley, and it’s probably the reason he can’t keep a fish. Both cats are two people who could not be more different from him, and they both live in his— their mind.

He leaves the explanation out. Jokes aren’t funny once you explain them.

#moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #yea yea sometimes i write #something I’ll probably never finish but I like to much to leave in my drafts #there’s another part to this but I’ve written something similar so nope

[fleshdyke]

look at this bitch i saw at my local fish store the other day

#so so so fucking real #love this bitch #i also saw a massive golden arowana which like #got damb #i love arowana #i would never have one because the absolute SIZE of the tank needed to keep one #and also they cost thousands of dollars #but they were very pretty #it really looked like a painting #the tank it was in was maybe 250-300 gallons #i’m not very good at guessing tank size lmao #and there were other huge fish in there #so obviously not nearly ideal tank #but it is a store so yknow #i hope that arowana gets into a great home as soon as possible #bc it deserves it #arowana are great #fish #catfish #pets #animals #pet fish #monster fish #aquarium #aquablr #fishblr

[nitewrighter]

Wait why do they need a hallucinogen to safely navigate space in dune?

*gasp*

LET ME TELL YOU... ABOUT MY WONDERFUL SPECIAL BOYS...

THE SPACING GUILD NAVIGATORS.

So a major facet of Dune's world-building is that it's taking place after an event called "The Butlerian Jihad"--sometime after humanity colonized space, there was a massive purge of "Thinking Machines"--we completely wiped out all computers and AI. "But Nite," you're saying, "We need computers to do so many things! How the fuck are people in Dune functioning without computers?! I mean they're in fucking space!!!"

Well, fun fact! A lot of the technology in Dune is in fact, analog! We're talking like weird fucked up mutant children of clockwork and VCR-core! It's wild stuff! Some factions in Dune (like the Tleilaxu) probably have computers and robots hidden away somewhere, but AI is a HUGE taboo in the Dune Universe.

"But wait, we still need computers to calculate stuff."

Well yes, and that's where Mentats come in.

Mentats are humans who have been conditioned from a young age to basically... do what computers do. They can run rapid calculations, store insane amounts of memory, and combine human logic with perfect calculation to advise and instruct.

But there are some calculations that even Mentats can't handle, and that's where my special special boys the Spacing Guild Navigators come in:

See... the thing about Spice in Dune is it isn't just a hallucinogen. It literally expands consciousness--it makes you no longer perceive time linearly-- so spacing guild navigators have conditioning similar to mentats, but this is paired with being dosed with massive amounts of Spice until it mutates their bodies into fucked up fish people and they can't survive outside of a spice-infused tank. So that combination of pinpoint accuracy calculating capabilities with a mind that has been bombarded with so much Space Acid you can plot out the movements of celestial bodies results in a being who can calculate safe FTL travel through the stars!! That's a fucking person in that tank!! It's so fucked up!! I love them!!! And that's how Dune uses Spice to safely navigate space!! That's why Spice is vital to space travel!!!

#Dune #Spacing Guild #body horror cw

[milkdoie]

nct 127 reaction to their s/o speaking in their native language

not requested!

warning: mention of food in jaehyun’s!

— TAEIL. mans gets scared </3 he thinks your native language is absolutely gorgeous and he loves hearing you talk to your relatives! but in this particular moment, your tone sounds a little bit too angry for him to fawn over. he thinks you’re fighting with him but it’s just one-sided, so he doesn’t know what he did wrong. turns out that you were just really excited about how pretty the bananas were at the grocery store today.

— JOHNNY. speaks back to you in english because why not yk? even if you weren’t talking to him directly, he’d just speak in english because what’s going through his mind is, “oh so we’re doing this now? okay then” and rolls with it ;-; then you guys both vibe over your home countries for the rest of the night because ~bonding time~

— TAEYONG. knows exactly what you’re saying because he made you teach him once you two got serious. he wanted to impress your family when he got the chance to meet them, and he did :( he figured out that you were talking to your mom on the phone, rushing over to you and taking the phone out of your hand so he could speak to her. then you just have to sit there like :0 while he talks to your mom for like, the next half hour.

— YUTA. he coos at you like “aw they’re so multilingual <33 look at them i love them let’s go give them a hug” and just hugs you while you ramble on in your native language, not even realizing he can’t understand what you’re saying because of how excited you were. after you calmed down, he asked you what you were talking about and he swears he fell in love with you all over again once you said that you found the prettiest roses at the flower shop, the cause of your excitement being that the florist offered to hold them aside for you so you could go back and pick them up tomorrow.

— DOYOUNG. oh, you guys were in a fight- by this point the two of you had no idea what you were even fighting about, but you were both extremely angry. shouting, kicking, the entire apartment was a mess. you couldn’t stop yourself from throwing pillows at him as you paced back and forth in your living room, yelling curse words at him in your native tongue. he couldn’t help but smile; no matter how mad you may have been, he loves your language to death and he couldn’t possibly be intimidated by it.

— JAEHYUN. *confused chewing noises* because while you guys were eating dumplings, a little bit of the lemon juice from inside squirted out at you and got in your eye- you started crying and said “fuck” in your first language. “what did you say? :D” you never answered and you ran into the bathroom to wash it out as fast as you could.

— JUNGWOO. you guys had decided to spend the day at a local aquarium in your city, and you two just arrived at the shark exhibit. there was a massive tank that reached both sides of the walls with tiny little sharks swimming around. you got up closer so you could see inside clearer, but when you put your face up to the glass, a bigger shark passed by. you jumped back in fear with a few curse words in your native language, bumping into jungwoo who was standing behind you. he LAUGHED in your face, grabbed your hand, and led you to the fish tanks in another area so you could calm down.

— MARK. while watching a show made in your home country, you and mark were getting increasingly frustrated with the main character; she wouldn’t admit her feelings to her love interest. it was when she FLED THE COUNTRY that really pissed you off, and you weren’t able to control your emotions. you started yelling at the tv, telling her that she was an idiot. mark was struggling to keep up with the english subtitles, the show, and his s/o. “YO, WHAT ARE YOU SAYING? I HAVE NO IDEA WHATS GOING ON RN”

— HAECHAN. teaching hyuck the basics of your native language every wednesday was no doubt your favourite part of the day. he was so considerate and he would listen so intently while you explained how formality worked and how to be casual with friends. the same went for him; he loved hearing how beautiful your pronunciation was, how the words rolled of your tongue so skillfully—he’s looking forward to the day when he’s able to hear you speak like this all the time.

#i did this in class and now i have no idea what my math test is on #nct #nct 127 #nct 2020 #nct 2021 #nct fluff #nct 127 fluff #nct reactions #nct 127 reactions #moon taeil #johnny suh #lee taeyong #nakamoto yuta #kim doyoung #jung jaehyun #kim jungwoo #mark lee #lee donghyuck #nct 127 fanfic #nct 127 x reader

[cowboymirio]

They Want To Get A Pet - Headcanons

Summary: Your S/O wants a pet and adorable antics ensue~ 

Characters: Hizashi Yamada, Taishiro Toyomitsu, Aizawa Shouta, Eijiro Kirishima, Tenya Iida, Hanta Sero, Takami Keigo

Contains: Gender neutral reader, lotsa fluff, Reader has arachnophobia in Sero’s part! Crackheadery in Aizawa’s part

Hizashi Yamada - Cockatoo

📣 You guys totally didn’t plan on getting a cockatoo, or any pet for that matter. Y’all just moved into your new place for christ’s sake! 

📣 But after a visit to a lil exotic pet store downtown, your plans changed. And now you’re stuck with a bird with the intelligence of a toddler

📣 According to Yama, the bird just ‘called to him’ and by that, he means the bird literally screamed at him

📣 They’ve got the most bougie cage ever like MTV cribs hit them up. 

📣But he doesn’t spend too much time in there as you guys let him roam around the house all day until it’s time for bed or if you leave for a while

📣 If they’re not attached to Yama’s shoulder, you often find them waddling around the house, picking things up off of the floor and throwing them, and squawking at you when they want attention

📣 Sounds like someone else you know huh…

📣 Yama and the bird dance together so much omg. They do the lil head bobs together, he’ll blast some music for them and they go to town he even chirps along to the lyrics omg-

📣 He doesn’t even have to teach them words, they just pick them up on their own… and then never stop saying them… ever 

📣 ‘YEAHHHHH’ then from the other side of your home you hear another ‘YEAAHHHHH’

📣 Make it stop

📣 You taught them cuss words for the shits and giggles though

📣 Yama finds it funny too though because he’s got that 8-year-old sense of humor… you all do to be honest 

📣 But when the bird chooses to sit on your shoulder you bet your ass Yamada’s gonna fawn over the two of you for the next hour :’) 

Taishiro Toyomitsu - Pyrenean Mastiff

🍢 Really wants a pet 

🍢 But also really scared of crushing them so…

🍢 You guys settle for a big ‘ol Pyrenean mastiff!

🍢 And when I say they’re big they are big like… I mean knock you over if you’re not careful big

🍢 They’re literally perfect for each other

🍢 They’re both massive units, insanely adorable, and they for sure share the same appetite

🍢 Speaking of food, he makes sure he’s feeding them the best of the best foods even if that means y’all are making it yourselves

🍢 Not as afraid to roughhouse with them as he thought he’d be

🍢 Lots of fetching, frisbee throwing, ‘wrestling’ even?? They’re so rowdy and for what? My heart, that’s what <3 

🍢 The dog definitely sleeps on top of him I don’t make the rules

🍢 Mf just hops on up, curls up and they’re ready to go like--- Is that- is that not y’know,,, HEAVY?? 

🍢 I mean,,, you sleep on top of him too so I honestly don’t think Tai cares too much

Aizawa Shota - Cat

💤 You guys already know…

💤 If he were to get any kind of pet it’d be a cat.

💤 They’re chill, independent, and sometimes want attention. Just how he likes it.

💤 Well… that’s how he thought that things should be but-

💤 BOY was he wrong

💤 After living together for quite a while, stalking animal shelter websites for the perfect cat, and finding the right one, you bring them home!

💤 When you met them at the shelter, they were a sweet lil baby with an aloof attitude that you both fell in love with

💤 But when you brought them home… They became an absolute crackhead.

💤 Forget having ANYTHING on the tables or countertops. It’s on the floor now thanks to them. Fuck your water glass, fuck those papers you were helping Aizawa grade, they’re gone! Shredded! Positively destroyed :)

💤 Forget having free hands, they’re literally attached to his side and won’t stop rubbing against his hands while he’s grading papers and such

💤 If you’re not watching his little dude/ette will try and eat food WHILE YOU’RE COOKING oh my fuckingf god

💤 Heaven forbid this dude tries to leave the room. They’ll ‘cry’ until he comes back.

💤 ‘Go to your other parent, they’ll give you attention.’ ‘mEEEOWWW’ ‘Oh my god fine come here.’

💤 Honestly though he really appreciates when they’re down to sleep. Their purrs and their cuddles are very appreciated

💤 And literally just imagine seeing them curled up on his chest while they sleep on the couch ;; im so somft

Eijiro Kirishima - Bearded Dragon

🏮 This man wants to get THE manliest pet of all,,, a bearded dragon

🏮 He probably saw one on a movie or something and immediately came to you like

🏮 ‘Okay but we neeeeed one just look at their lil beards!! And their tongues!!!’

🏮 You tell him to put it off for a bit, do some research, and see if he still wants one later

🏮 Homeboy is DEDICATED so he puts in the time and ofc he still wants one after the fact

🏮 After a good amount of time, he comes back with a books worth of reasons as to why you guys should get one and you’re honestly shocked

🏮 You just can’t say no to those eyes </33 so you oblige and go out and get one from an owner who’s surrendering it (Because we don’t support chain pet stores in this household)

🏮 You guys can’t pick a name for them so for the longest time they’re just called ‘the lizard’ or ‘little fella’ or whatever else you guys come up with

🏮 Anyways- he’s infatuated with them it’s so funny. He spends all of his freetime watching them get used to their new habitat like,,,, all of it. It’s 1am and he’s just watching it hang out and you’re like ‘Kiri if you love it so much then why don’t you sleep with it’ (not in that way ya nasty)

🏮 HE TAKES IT SERIOUSLY

🏮 Next thing you know he hops out of bed, brings them back and puts them between your pillows.

🏮 Lil homie’s just vibin there.

🏮 You’re done tbh but if Kiri’s happy then you’re happy <33

🏮 Absolutely lets it sit on his shoulders when he’s walking around the house

🏮 He has a leash for them and he takes them out during the warmer months

🏮 Dedicates a good portion of his day to clean out their habitat when need be

🏮 Their relationship is just so cute you can’t help but melt every time you see them together

Tenya Iida - Tropical Fish

🌟 After a particularly rough finals season, you figure that Iida needs to have some sort of hobby that can help him chill out, but also has some sort of brainwork in there because that’s your boyfriend for ya

🌟 You suggest getting some fish!

🌟 He rly said ‘I’ll think about it’ then proceeded to do a shit ton of research on it because he literally does that every time you express interest in something. King behavior!!

🌟 You guys settle on getting a few tropical fish and a super nice fish tank for ‘em

🌟 He lets you name all of them and of course you have to name one ‘Iida junior’ like how could you not-

🌟 But seriously though he finds it so endearing and sweet ;;

🌟 You can’t tell me he doesn’t buy all of the nicest shit he can for their tank too.

🌟 Fresh aquatic plants, huge rocks for them to swim through, a nice ass heater, the WORKS

🌟 He’s gotta treat yall’s babies right like what did you expect

🌟 Constantly checking their water to see if it’s alright for them

🌟 He’s usually the one to feed them so whenever he comes up to the tank, they all crowd up by the top like doggies when their owner comes home omg

🌟 He finds the noises from the tank to be really good background noise when he’s reading or studying

🌟 Iida’s honestly glad that you suggested to get fish ‘cause taking care of them is such a relaxing hobby and lord knows he needs some of those

Hanta Sero - Rose Haired Tarantula

🧵 So he wants a Rose Hair Tarantula...

🧵 ‘Absolutely not’ - You, 2021 (sorry if you actually like spiders lol, if a singular person wants hcs where y’all both like spiders please @ me)

🧵 Lots and lots of begging and promises

🧵 ‘You won’t even have to clean the cage, I’ll do it!!’ ‘We can keep them in the spare room’ ‘c’mooon pretty please???’

🧵 He had to bust out the puppy eyes for you to say yes

🧵 And with that, you’re now the proud parents of a demon rose hair tarantula!

🧵 ‘We can keep them in the spare room’ your ass. He lets it climb all over him while he’s walking around the house!!

🧵 Not you actively avoiding him when you see them coming down towards you

🧵 ‘But I wanna kiss!!’ ‘Kiss your tarantula smh’

🧵 After he realizes he’s not gonna get any with his lil buddy (yes, that’s what he calls them) he tries his best to help you familiarize with em

🧵 I’m sorry but he’s trying so hard not to laugh as you freak out when they crawl up your arm

🧵 He takes things more seriously after that though. He’ll give you lil words of encouragement, back pats and such

🧵 He’s so happy that you become… tolerable after a while of you guys just hangin’ out that you can’t help but feel proud too.

🧵 You still can’t stand spiders though.  

Keigo Tamaki - Bunnies

🐤 Just like Aizawa, he wants something that’s quiet and can be independent since his schedule is a bit busy but he still wants to have a lil buddy to love on

🐤 You’re actually the one to bring up the idea to get a bunny, it’s part of a long list of ideas you had come up with, but for whatever reason, the bunny idea just stuck with him

🐤 You two hop (im a comedic genius hi <33) on over to the nearest rescue you can find, and browse through the enclosures looking for the perfect bunny for you guys 

🐤 Ok so like- here’s the thing,,,

🐤 You totally didn’t plan on getting two bunnies… But you guys found a pair that were literally inseparable and y’all had to have them

🐤 He’s already calling them ‘Our children’ straight off the bat like- y’all JUST got home and he’s already giving you baby fever UGH

🐤 He bunny-proofs the FUCK out of the house so they can roam freely ‘cause he didn’t just get these babies to stick them in a cage smh

🐤 Will lay on the floor and just watch them romp around cus he finds it relaxing and funny 

🐤 Also please get on the floor and watch them with him. Prime cuddling hours

🐤 They burrow under his wings… I repeat- THEY BURROW UNDER HIS WINGS

🐤 They WILL flop together don’t @ me 

🐤 They (and by they I mean all three of them)  flop on you when they want attention can I jst--- *cries*

🐤 Have fun trying to get up, this is your life now. 

🐤 But are you really complaining? You shouldn’t be smh 

#my hero academia #mha #my hero academia x reader #mha x reader #boku no hero academia #bnha #boku no hero academia x reader #bnha x reader #x reader #x male reader #x female reader #x gender neutral reader #headcanons #my hero academia headcanons #boku no hero academia headcanons #mha headcanons #bnha headcanons #fluff #requests open #present mic x reader #hizashi yamada #hizashi yamada x reader #fatgum x reader #aizawa shouta x reader #kirishima x reader #taishiro toyomitsu x reader #tenya iida x reader #hanta sero x reader #hawks x reader #takami keigo x reader

[iridescentbee]

Please set me up with a nice monster girlfriend as I am but a sad, lonely lesbian surrounded by heteros.

I'll give you an interesting fact about me and you will probably get a clear picture of who I am. At the top row of my mouth, I have two sets of canine teeth that grew in, one set slightly higher than the other. If I smile really wide, I look like I have tiny fangs cause the poke out of my mouth. I would hope my girlfriend wouldn't think that was to odd.

All I ask of her is to be strong cause girls who can pick me up is an A in my book. Being 100 pounds soaking wet, probably won't be hard.

i...you made this sound like you were a mermaid or something and i’m so here for it? or like a fish? why are you wet? ARE you a fish?

anyways✨your monster girlfriend is a lovely lovely biblically accurate angel <3 (not like super biblically accurate but you know sexy lady with multiple eyes and wings)

strong lady makes heart go brrrrr will carry you from fish tank to fish tank (i’m assuming you’re a fucking fish ok that literally what you made it sound like) and will sit by you and read!! all day long!! every book ever written she’ll read to you. she has this massive library in her home and is banned from many stores for stealing books (“YOULL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE COPPERS!!!” -your biblically accurate angel gf after stealing from barnes and nobles for the 20th time)

she also LOOOVES beach bunny (the band). 6 Weeks lives rent free in her head and she will sing it in the shower and in the car and god you’re trying to sleep pLEASE SHUT UP

(also please don’t be surprised if you meet other biblically accurate angels. they assume you’re nice so they tell you all the bullshit yahweh is pulling)

#anon game #monster girlfriend #monster boyfriend #monster s/o #monster lover #monster fucker #biblically accurate angel #i hope you like her <3 #ALSO ARE YOU A FISH????

[luci-cunt]

hi lüùūûcîįïīí ily and I have a fake title and bc I don't know how to be artsy and poetic it is "oH sHIT I made a misTAKE"

hi Måæáâäjøóôöõr ily and that title is valid as FUCk becAUSE--

I’m obsessed with shananiganary, also have Jerejean because I love them

>:)

Ahem-- so another hs au becuase that’s what I’m thinkin’ ‘bout rn

But this time--there is no rivalry

Mostly because Jeremy has no room for hate in his golden little perfect heart

anyways-- Jeremy has the most MASSIVE crush on the hot, brooding, foreign exchange student

However, he doesn’t have the balls to ask him out so instead he just smacks himself down into the position of Jean’s best friend 

(at Jean’s behest)

Also, queue Jeremy trying to be cute and learning sweet things to say to Jean in french but Jean is stupid and mean and just makes fun of his accent

(listen man, you HAVE to say something like that because otherwise he’ll see you’re blushing and we CANNOT have that Jean Moreau has a REPUTATIOn ok)

So that idea dashed Jeremy tries instead to steal his heart by figuring out his favorite food

He prods and pokes until finally Jean just blurts out “chinese” because please oh my god golden boy you CANNOT keep poking me and giggling it is FAR too fucking cute I’m going to EXPLODE

So of course now that Jeremy has that he DEMANDS that Jean go with him for a date. 

(Except he’s a chicken so he calls it a “study date” and invites Kevin, Alverez and Laila along to--yes they do laugh at him)

Anyways, they get there, eat some food and laugh about how awkward it is to have a study session at a dinner resteraunt while Jeremy desperately tries to pretend it’s a completely normal thing

(it isn’t)

(he gets jasmine tea all over his physics worksheet)

the night goes on, Jeremy gives up trying to pretend to study, and then he notices Jean watching the koi fish swimming in an absurdly small tank at the front of the place

He elbows him, asking what’s up, and Jean shakes his head like it’s nothing but Jeremy keeps proding and eventually Jean gives in

He just--trying very hard to be nonchalant and unbothered--mentions how shitty it is that the fish have to be in a tank that small instead of a pond where they belong, even pointing out the dulled scales. He tries to play it off like it’s nothing, but he’s soft on the inside and it’s SAD!! Those fish are SAD

Jeremy is like “Oh god please--please GOD stop making him so perfect I’m gonna fuck up everything and kiss hiim right here and now” 

he doesn’t--the dinner ends, everyone goes home

but Jeremy has a plan

he calls Neil, because Neil knows Andrew and Andrew has been to prison and he probably knows more about committing crimes than anyone else Jeremy knows

Neil’s liek “the fuck do you want?” and Jeremy’s like “plz help me steal some fish.” 

It takes some bargaining, and convincing, but eventually Neil agrees to get Andrew to come along and Jeremy thanks him profusely and then goes to meet them at the restaurant--which is now closed. 

(he shows up with an improvised “ski mask” that’s just a pillowcase with eyeholes because he doesn’t fucking know what he’s doing)

Neil and Andrew show up and laugh at him. 

They both also point out that the place doesn’t have any cameras and Andrew picks the lock on the back door easy peasy and then boom--they’re in. 

Neil’s like “how are you going to get the fish out of here?” 

and Jeremy’s like “I brought this!” and pulls out a cooler bag. 

Neil has to stop Andrew from just walking the fuck out becuase are you kidding me. 

ANyways, they get the fish out and are leaven when someone calls out “HEY!” and there’s a flashlight beam. Jeremy panics, and jumps through the front windows of the store and bolts. 

Turns out it was just Laila and Alverez trying to prank them because Neil told them what was happening but now there’s a broken window and Jeremy realizes--

oH sHIT I made a misTAKE

They all book it--but everyone makes Jeremy dump the fish in the first pond they pass 

(NO!! I need it to be the RIGHT pond!)

(You can move it to the ‘right pond’ when they aren’t stolen merchandise you fucking idiot)

anyways--they don’t get caught, thank god, but it’s safe to say Andrew and Neil are VERY done committing crimes with Jeremy

(don’t worry he’s ALSO done committing crimes PERIOD)

But! He gets to take Jean out on a date to the fish pond, Jean gets so flustered he falls in, the fish try to eat his hands because they aren’t very smart and that freaks him out so he decides he doesn’t like them but Jeremy laughs at him when he cusses them out in french which ends in Jeremy getting dragged into the pond with him 

All in all--a nice first date. 

ajs;dlfaksdf I hope you like this lajd;lfkjasd I’m sorrrryyyy I got rammmblllyyy XD <3333

send me a made up fic title and I’ll tell you how I’d write it!

#ayyeee #never written jerejean before #but I love them #also jeremy #bb #thank you maj Ilysm !!! ;ajlsdkfj;asdj #jerejean #fic #aftg #luci writes

[foreficfandom]

Mystic Messenger - Interior Decorating Preferences (Living With MC)

— Zen —

Being a famous stage actor unfortunately doesn’t lead to heaps of cash, so even after establishing his career, Zen stayed in his garden unit for several years. You and him made the best of the place for as long as you could - brightening up the dankness with cheery lighting, making sure everything was clean - but eventually the tiny, cheap apartment wore out its welcome and the two of you decided that enough moldy air was enough. 

Your new place was larger, newer, and located in a better neighborhood. Rent was more than twice the amount, which sometimes puts a strain on the books, and Zen also had to rent a separate parking space for his bike. But it was just a cheerier place. Both you and Zen began feeling the effects of a better ventilated, better lit home, and it energizes the both of you. The extra money was worth it. 

While moving, Zen decided to dump most of his old furniture, keeping only the flatscreen and a table or a lamp. The new apartment was decorated with new couches and cushions, cabinets, mirrors, curtains and rugs. Zen had a surprisingly nuanced taste for interior decorating, and sought out decor with modern, smooth metal and muted grey colors.

Before, Zen lived with a mishap match of cheap furniture that clashed with each other and gathered dust as the years went by. Now, with a new place, you and Zen took the opportunity to really turn the apartment into a home. 

He loved keeping the house brightly lit. Curtains were almost always drawn to let in the natural sun, and there were multiple lamps in every room to brighten up every corner. Sometimes, if a production was generous enough, Zen was allowed to take home one of the props as a gift. So the apartment was eventually decorated with several unique pieces, all mementos from his work. 

He loves seeing the splashes of color dotting his brightly lit home, especially if you’re there to enjoy it with him.

— Yoosung —

It takes a while to move out of the dorms. He finishes his degree two years into you dating him, but before that point he had very little space to live in. His dorm didn’t have a kitchenette nor a shower, though luckily he didn’t have to deal with a roommate. 

Any decorations he had were haphazard and cheap - a character mug for his pencil holder, a bedding set from Target, and other things typical for a full-time college student. His furniture belonged to the dorm, and there was quite a bit of clutter scattered around. Whenever you came over to visit, you would trip over things like random plastic figurines from vending machines. 

After graduating, he moves back with his parents like many young people in Asia. But he really wanted a place of his own as soon as possible, mostly due to your influence. He didn’t want to awkwardly balance his family life with your availability. So after saving up from his internships, he found his first legit apartment to rent.

It was small, old, and the best he could find on such a small income. But it wasn’t bad, per se. Just needed some sprucing up. So that’s what he decided to do; actual decor, now, instead of cheap junk. Furniture from IKEA, legit bedding and curtains. It was important that you saw him as a budding adult, instead of some college kid.

He always loved bright colors and cheery imagery. Some of it kinda clashed, if you were totally honest. But he loved how it gave his home a slightly artsy twist. 

And he still enjoyed his character merch, just not as vigorously as he did before. His desk was no longer covered in old acrylic keychains and plastic charms, but the tissue box on the dresser was decorated with characters from one of his favorite animes. 

Above all, he loved how his space wasn’t an embarrassment to show you, anymore. Quite the opposite, in fact. Every corner held evidence of how much he’s grown. And you were there to share it with him. 

— Jaehee —

Before you came into the picture, her apartment was kinda threadbare. She spent so little of her time there, she couldn’t really decorate the space to her liking. Although her work at C&R earned her an impressive paycheck, you couldn’t see any real evidence of it amongst her home. 

Except for her technology, which she was happy to splurge on. A large plasma TV, the latest Kureig model, a snazzy smartspeaker. Plus, her furniture was brand-name. If it wasn’t for Jaehee herself living there, you could almost believe this apartment was some sort of photoshoot studio - perfectly decorated and sterile. 

After leaving C&R and starting a cafe with you, she finally had time to really invest in her home. And she took it by storm, not just buying tasteful wall art and coordinated throw rugs, but also contracting people to install new granite to the kitchen countertop and re-modeling the entire bathroom. 

She and you had a real eye when it came to decor. It took an entire day set aside to tour furniture stores when it came time to buy new floor lamps, or accent tables. You compared prices on your phone, she agonized over color swatches and metal finishes. 

And she switches up things pretty rapidly. She’ll buy these chic polished metal salt-and-pepper shakers for the kitchen, and two months later she’ll decide they’re too plain so she’ll bring home a dyed blue glass set, only to eventually think they’re too tacky.

All the colors are warm, sometimes dim and cozy, sometimes brightly lit. Antique gold and brass in the kitchen, warm pearls in the bathrooms, buttercup yellow decorating the bedsheets.

No longer was her apartment an oppressive, lonely place that money couldn’t fix. She had a home now; under her feet, and also within you. 

— Jumin —

Now, the images of Mystic Messenger don’t give us the full tour of Jumin’s skyline penthouse studio, but if they did we’d all be shook. ‘Cause his place is no fucking joke, its literally one of the top ten most expensive homes of South Korea.

 It’s located atop an 85-floor skyscraper, and takes up the entire floor with a 20,000 square feet span. It boasts four bathrooms, two kitchens, three separate lounge areas, and crazy expensive architecture. That vertical fish tank next to his Wyoming-size king bed is only the beginning of the luxury that surrounds this man’s abode. 

Even after months of living with him, Jumin surprises you by pointing out some decadent part of the apartment you had missed. Like the jacuzzi settings on one of the bathtubs, or how the massive span of windows can be tinted using a remote. He had lived the life of a millionaire for so long, he got used to these sorts of things. 

You, on the other hand, are constantly charmed and even overwhelmed by the decadence. Half the wine in his personal cellar cost more than your college tuition. You couldn’t help but just, lap up this ridiculous palace, at times. It was really something to wake up to carved marble tiles, crystal lamps, and designer furniture every day. 

When you moved in, Jumin soon began considering buying a larger place, because to him the massive studio was ‘too small for two people’ and you had to quickly stop him before he bought a literal estate. True, the interior decorating had already been carefully furnished with only Jumin as the sole resident in mind, but bit by bit, your personal touches began gracing his home. 

Like your closet became your closet, both lounges were slowly re-decorated with your own personal tastes in color and decor, your little knick-knacks found their way upon bookshelves and countertops, Jumin’s luxury dishware now included your favorite decorated mugs and cute kitten ramen bowl.

And those touches are what finally made Jumin feel like his apartment was a home. All the luxury in the world couldn’t buy this coziness. 

— Saeyoung —

The man is a dirty, rowdy boy who pays almost no attention to maintaining his habitat. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t have an aesthetic, though. He buys the top-of-the-line technology with colored LED lights and polished marble surfaces. There’s so much color surrounding his bunker, you can almost forget you’re twenty feet underground. 

Seriously, sometimes it’s like a rave. His triple-door smartscreen fridge is lit with deep blue blacklights, his bathroom mirror is backlit with a chrome rainbow spectrum that shifts colors, the ceiling light of his bedroom is this big circular fixture that mimics different planets with a push of a remote. 

But he only pays attention to decor he’s interested in. So when it comes to his couches, his dining table, his bedframe? He just outsourced it to designer brands and picked the most generic, modern-style ones they had. To keep it even more simple, it’s all a boring black color. And many of it is part of the same collection - you noticed that the dining chairs, the coffee table, and the barstools are all the same design. 

And no, he’s doesn’t clean after himself. He really doesn’t have the heart nor time to, especially before meeting you. So there’s food crumbs in the crack of his office chair, loose clothing in random places on the floor and tossed over chairs, and product bottles thrown haphazardly amongst the bathroom. 

When you came into the picture and saved him from the agency, his work racketed down by a huge margin. No more working 52 hours at a stretch without sleep, no more entire weeks spent fearing for his life if he didn’t finish a job. This left more time and energy to step it up a bit and stop being such a slob. Mostly for your sake, if he was being honest. 

Almost all of the fancy tricked up stuff in his apartment was his own doing. And once he had more free time, there was even more of it. So enjoy your voice-activated desk lamp with bluetooth and 30 different color settings, that was just an afternoon project and he’s got something even better for the two of your’s anniversary!

— Saeran —

Unlike his brother, Saeran actually values cleanliness and a good living space. Partially due to his bad immune system and how a clean environment can make a big difference in his health, and partially because that’s just the kind of guy he is. He had his own room in Mint Eye, which was tastefully decorated under his own hand with antiques and art statement pieces. Decorating his room was one of the few opportunities he had to express himself. 

Once he escaped Mint Eye and began living with you, it took many months to regain some assemblance of a normal daily life, and one of the first steps was to retrofit his living space into a safe, encouraging home. 

With your help, the two of you planned out everything with the intention of creating a haven of sorts. He still wanted his antique aesthetic and romantic colors, but now there was technology that encouraged communication with the outside world. Now, the curtains were pulled to reveal an exciting, open world right on the doorstep.  

The antique interior complimented his flowers very well. ‘Cause flowers and plants are a constant fixture in the home. Sometimes, its cut flowers arranged in a Regency-era glass vase, but mostly they’re potted flowering plants. Huge ones in the living room, or tiny ones on accent shelves, or the several window planters you and he maintained with love and care.

As he regained his confidence, the apartment showed his progress. He began going out to buy things on his own, without needing you to accompany him. And the things he brought back were sometimes ... weird, but oddly charming, like a mounted authentic Viking drinking horn, or a framed poster of a map from a fantasy video game. 

He just ... enjoyed these odd things. His life was so free now, which meant he could go out and be weird and enjoy these weird things without anything holding him back. You proudly displayed all of these trophies, all evidence of Saeran’s healing.  

— Jihyun —

It’s canon that Jihyun’s apartment in-game was mostly fitted to Rika’s wishes, not his own. We don’t really see it, but if the photo panned out more we’d see pale, birchwood accents and light linen fabric. Everything bright, and lit with white lights. Almost all of it Rika’s influence.

When he and you found a new apartment, Jihyun wanted to take this opportunity to establish himself more, this time. So instead of that pure, untouched look, he added more color in washes of warm leathers, brushed metal, and natural lighting. 

It was worldly, for lack of a better term. Lots of mementos from his time traveling, all adding dimension to the living space. A woven Navajo basket from New Mexico, a large print replica of a page from the Book Of Kells, a bronze modern art sculpture from an emerging Indian artist. 

And the furniture themselves were uniquely artistic, too. Jihyun one day brought home new earthy-brown decorative cushions, bought from a company that produced textiles dyed using food waste scrap. He went to a warehouse auction for authentic, obscure antiques, and graced the living room with a richly red bubinga-wood rocking chair from 1950′s Germany. 

Funnily enough, as graceful of a man he is, he can sometimes be a bit too tacky in his choice for decor. He tried to argue for fake exposed-brick wallpaper as an accent wall, which you had to shoot down. More than once, he showed you a new art piece about to be sold at a new gala that he wanted to go bid for, and the particular piece was just ... too esoteric or even gaudy to be displayed. 

Jihyun just loved to feel like he could be himself. And he loved how you encouraged this new life of his. An actual home, now, free from his family or Rika. True love can only blossom under freedom, and that’s what this home represented for him. 

#mystic messenger imagines #mysme imagines #mystic messenger #zen mysme #yoosung kim #jaehee kang #jumin han #saeyoung choi #saeran choi #jihyun kim

[babbushka]

Two’s Company (Ch 5 Sneak Peek)

Pale (Burn This) x Reader

3k ; Warnings: NSFW

It’s mesmerizing, seeing him like this. You’d seen him in all kinds of ways – seen him at home, seen him in the concert halls, seen him preforming. But you ain’t never seen him like this.  

It’s somethin’, watching Pale work. You knew he worked hard of course, everyone knew that, everyone who took one look at him knew that. But you’d never actually seen him work, never seen him in the full swing of things like this, not like this. He was stormin’ all over the fucking place, not even realizing that he’s storming, you didn’t think. He just had that presence to him, that aura about him – that don’t fuck with me or I’ll break your legs kind of vibe.

You almost spilled your coffee a coupla’ times because of it.

Well maybe you almost spilled your coffee a coupla’ time’s because of the way he had taken off his fancy silk shirt and suit jacket, revealing a black tank top underneath that showed off his arms so nice and good that you wanted to reach through the order window and give his biceps a squeeze.

You’d seen him in the kitchen before of course, he cooked all the fuckin’ time for you at home, but this was different. Here it was like his need to show off was multiplied ten times, and damn, did he. Smoking cigarette after cigarette through the breakfast rush, workin’ hard as he could to get all the orders just right, just perfect.

You knew he knew he wasn’t no Fish, not really, and when Fish came back to work tomorrow you were sure there’d be folks who’d be thrilled – because let’s face it, even Pale’s best just wasn’t what some of these regulars were used to but damn, his best was pretty good.

It was almost surreal, walkin’ up to the order window and seein’ your man on the other side. He’d only be in the kitchen for breakfast and you knew that, knew he’d be going back to the office once the rush was over and the cook could take full control of the kitchen again. But for now, you and a couple of the other waitresses walked up to the counter when he dinged the little bell, and it put a real big smile on your face to see Pale there.

“Alright I gotta Adam and Eve on a log for table ten and an Adam and Eve on a wrecked raft for table seven and don’t you dare fuckin’ mix ‘em up.” He snapped at the kid, Jess, who worked the morning shifts with you sometimes if she didn’t have any college classes in the morning.

Jess only rolled her eyes and grabbed the plates, careful not to mix them up, and you occupied the little space that she had freed up to pass a new order ticket to Pale. It was for one of the truck drivers who came in all the time, he only ever ate a huge breakfast in the morning, and then a big dinner real late at night, so it had to be done the right way, and you tell Pale as much.

“Hi honey, got a bean buster over at booth eleven and he’s real particular about how he likes his steak so please just, for the love of god make sure it’s rare?” You said soft enough that the trucker couldn’t hear you, not that he really would even if you shouted it out, just because of how packed the place was and all the clinking clanking clanging of everyone eating and enjoying their food.

“Black and blue comin’ up – hey,” Pale said, reaching through the window and grabbing your wrist when you slide him the ticket, pulling you a little closer and suckin’ down some nicotine as he asked, “Gimmie a kiss?”

You laugh and pluck the cigarette out from between his teeth before giving him a quick smack of your lips on his. He watched you walk away until you were officially out of his line of sight, back behind the milkshake bar makin’ egg creams.

Pale’s massive, you think. Absolutely fuckin’ huge, but there’s a sort of bull-in-the-china-shop kind of grace about it. He spent most of his time in the mornin’ doing the breakfast rush alongside the cook, the guy that worked the night shifts and who also got brought in when Fish wasn’t feelin’ too hot. You almost wanted to feel sorry for Pale, because breakfast rush was some fuckin’ nightmare sometimes, but he handled it with as much ease as Fish did, and you were impressed.

Like when some random guy – not a regular or at least not one you recognized – was yelling at that poor college kid Jess, for something that ain’t even her fault. You heard the commotion seemingly right as it happened, but so did Pale. He must have, because he was approachin’ the table cool as a cucumber, his silk shirt back on and tucked into his pleated trousers, big suit jacket makin’ his broad shoulders look even more broad.

You were almost worried that he’d start yellin’ right away, that he’d get into a fight or some shit like that. Not anything mean by it, but you knew your man, you knew your Pale. He was a hot headed kinda guy when it came to some shit, and you were fully prepared to step in if necessary.

So he surprised and impressed you when he was nothin’ but calm.

“There a problem over here?” He asked, hands on his hips just in that way that men in charge liked to stand.

And boy, was your man a man in charge.

The guy takes one look at Pale, and it’s like he can see his whole fucking life flash before his eyes. He immediately regrets raising his voice at Jess, immediately regrets causing a scene at all, and Pale gives him good reason to. He could so easily pick the guy up and physically throw him out of the diner, could snap him in two if he wanted.

You have to bite your lip at the thought, and Pale caught that look of yours from the corner of his eye, smirked a little to himself, too smug about how wet he makes you. But fuck, you’re wet, and it’s all you can do to just stand there and pour some coffee and force yourself not to whine to be fucked.

“I’m sorry I hate to complain, I really do, but there ain’t no salt on these hashbrowns, and there ain’t no salt in my shaker, I think somebody forgot to fill ‘em up or somethin’?” The guy says eventually, when he realizes that there ain’t no winning a fight against Pale, and Pale picks up the little salt shaker that’s definitely not empty, inspects it for a minute.

“Here’s what I’m gonna do, I’m gonna have ‘em remake the whole fuckin’ thing for ya, okay? No charge no nothin’, and I’m gonna see what’s goin’ on about this here salt shit. But don’t you ever fuckin’ yell at one of the these girls again, you got that? I catch you yellin’ at any of them and I’ll serve you shit from the dumpster outside – you got that?” He stared the guy down, who gulped and nodded. “My girl (Y/N) will take real good care of ya, won’t you honey?”

Pale looked at you, beckoned you over. You went easily, and he handed you the little salt shaker that’s just about half full, the top only a little clogged.

But while he had you within reach, he pulled you a little closer, and a little closer still – and even a little closer still, until he had a handful of your ass and was kneading it in his big hand right there in front of everyone. Not that anyone was really paying attention.

“You bet, I’m real sorry we ain’t ever outta salt, here’s a new one I’ll go refill this myself.” You said breathlessly, chewing the inside of your cheek and pressing your thighs together from the feeling of Pale’s hand on your body, you’re barely able to ask, “Can I get you anything while you wait?”

“Nah that’s okay, thank you really – wait can I have some coffee?” The guy, who clearly sees what’s going on, ducked his head in embarrassment for making a scene about some shit that ain’t even that big of a deal.

You poured him some coffee, and then went in the back storage room, to “fill up the salt.”

It took maybe two seconds, before Pale was comin’ in up behind you.

The storage room was small, not much to really store, when so much of the produce and meats and shit came from local suppliers around the town. Fish was real big on that, and it was something Pale appreciated the fuck outta him for – quality ingredients from local places.

But Fish wasn’t there today, and you took the opportunity of Pale’s managerial position to bend yourself over one of the big storage boxes and hike up your uniform skirt without even so much as a second glance.

“God damn you’re sexy when you work, you know that? I tell you that enough? I should, fuck remember back in the day when I would come and sit here and jerk off to you pourin’ that coffee? Fuck.” Pale’s already undoing the belt buckle of his trousers, already yanking his shirt out from where it was tucked in real nice.

“I didn’t know you jerked off!” You gasped when you felt the cool air of the storage room hit your bare ass, as Pale slid your panties down your legs to hang around your knees.

He kicked your feet apart with those fancy fuckin’ boots of his, freed his cock and rubbed the head of it through your folds which were dripping from a mix of his old come from earlier in the morning, and your fresh slick from watching him be so fucking hot.

“Of course I did, and now look, now look at the two of us, jerkin’ off together.” He slid his cock through your pussy some more before finally nudging his cock properly inside you, filling that aching emptiness that had been making you weak all morning.

“Pale it ain’t jerkin’ off if we’re together.” You couldn’t help but laugh a little, until your laughs dissolved into moans from the way he rolled his hips flush against your ass, pressed you down a little further onto the storage boxes.

“Bullshit, your pussy’s jerkin’ me off – it counts.” He grunted groaned growled in your ear as he draped himself over your back, hands bruising on your hips.

“C’mon fuck me, we gotta be fast there’s people out there waitin’ for us and shit.” You swallowed down all the drool that kept threatening to slide out of your mouth, and Pale only grunted some more as he sped his hips up, built a pace that was brutal, skin slapping hard against skin.

“They can keep waiting, god you’re so fuckin’ good, this pussy’s so good.” He breathed, “All for me, my fuckin’ cunt to have whenever I want it, you like that? You like gettin’ fucked at work like this? Maybe I should come run the place more often, let Fish’s nephew take over the one in the city more often, come and fuck you here in this little room more often.”

Your eyes rolled back into your head and your toes curled in your pretty new heels as your pussy got pounded, the thick squelch of it music to your ears. His cock was so firm inside you, so fuckin’ hard, rock hard, and it speared into you searching for your gspot. You knew he liked to milk your pleasure for as long as he could, but the two of yous really didn’t have the time to spare – so when he found it he dropped a hand to your clit and rolled that at the same time as he thrusted against your walls.

“Pale – yes honey – oh fuck yes, yes please – faster,” You gasped, your eyes flying open and your thighs shaking shaking shaking as he fit inside you so perfectly.

“Shh, shh sweetheart be good for me, be a good girl and suck.” He shoved his free hand into your mouth, gags you on his fingers while he rams into you hard and dirty, shaking the walls of the storage room and threatening to knock down the boxes and bins from the force of his thrusts.

You came together, the both of you cursing low and long as your bodies shook together, his cock still thrusting in and out of you just because he could, because he had to. But this was only a quickie, only a little stolen moment in the storage room, and when he pulls out of your cunt he stuffs those slicked up fingers back inside you, pushes all his come that starts to leak out right back into your pretty pussy, slides your panties back into place and watched hungrily as the fabric began to darken.

“Back to work.” You sighed dreamily, making him just chuckle and smack your ass a little.

And it was, back to work. Back to him showin’ off and impressing you.

 It wasn’t just you who he impressed, neither. All the regulars at one point or another pulled you aside gently, like one of them, a nice elderly lady with blue hair and huge rimmed glasses, was doin’ now.

“(Y/N) sweetheart who is that man?” Her deep voice is like velvet as she holds out her mug of coffee kindly.

Stevie had been coming to the diner way before you were born, you’re sure of it. But ever since your first day, she had always been there to support you and be patient with you while you were learning the ropes. Not many people gave you that kinda kindness out there in a dog eat dog world, but Stevie came from the life of showgirls and pageants and drag queens, and she knew how far a little kindness could go when you were new at somethin’.

She didn’t do much preforming anymore, content instead to be surrounded by handsome men and live a life of quiet luxury, but still she came into the diner for a cup of coffee and to do the daily New York Times crossword on the newspaper Fish never finished.

“Which, the guy doin’ the shoutin’, or the guy gettin’ shouted at?” You teased, filling the mug up with enough room for her to daintily pour in however much cream and sugar she’s feeling in the mood for that morning.

“Shoutin’, the big guy, the one in the tank top.” She appraised the big guy from over the rim of her mug, and you grinned, your heart filling with pride.

“That’s my Pale.” You said happily, watching him bitch and shout at someone for fucking something up. You didn’t know what it was, you hadn’t really been paying attention, still too high on your own bliss from his cock.

“He new around here?” Stevie asked and you waved the idea away.

“Nah, he manages the diner in the city, the one we just opened up ‘bout a year ago or so.” You explained, making her eyebrows raise over her glasses.

“No kidding! Well next time I make a run into town I’ll be sure to stop by.” She winked, and you grinned, shook your head at her unashamed attitude. You loved and respected that about her, how someone of her age was still going strong, still getting laid.

“He’s so handsome, ain’t he?” You found yourself sighing, watching him get red-faced from shoutin’ and strikin’ up a cigarette, angrily suckin’ it down.

What a guy, you couldn’t help but think.

“Yeah, he really is. You’re a very lucky lady, (Y/N), he reminds me of the nice young men I used to meet down at Fire Island.” Stevie poured the sugar and cream into her coffee with a wistful sort of smile, making you frown the smallest bit.

“What do you mean ‘used to’, Stevie I know you’re still down there gettin’ your kicks, ain’t ya?” You asked, hoping that everything was alright.

“Oh believe me, I try.” She scoffed, “But you know how it is these days, what with…the whole thing that’s goin’ on.”

You think of Robbie, think of so many others, who would end up the same way. Your heart breaks to think of Stevie ending that way too.

“Yeah.” You say softly, with understanding, with empathy. You know, and it weighs heavy on your heart, but you put on a smile anyway, not wanting to get yourself upset, not now.

“Scary times we live in. I’m just grateful to wake up and see the sun shine another day, frankly.” Stevie brightened the mood back up, and you’re grateful for it.

“I’m grateful you do wake up, and I’m grateful you come here, and every day when you do, I’ll be here to serve you coffee, okay?” You winked, topped off the mug when she took a sip.

Just then, the little bell on the front door chimed, and you don’t bother to look over your shoulder just yet to see who it is. The breakfast rush had begun to die down, so you knew there would be a table or two open for whoever it was, depending on how many people they brought with them – and anyway you were with someone.

“Just a second!” You called out, just to make sure they didn’t feel ignored or neglected.

“Do I seat myself or what?” The woman at the door asked, and your blood ran cold, because you recognized that voice.

After just one meeting with the bitch, you recognized her voice.

Slowly, you schooled your face into a neutral expression, and turned to face her – Barbie.

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[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #298

“i don’t like what i am becoming  /  wish i could just feel something”

Do you have sensitive skin? Very. Do you wear necklaces or earrings more? Just my tragus piercing, really. I only ever wear a necklace sometimes if I'm taking a "nice" picture. Rings or bracelets? I currently don't wear any bracelets, but I do always have one ring on. How many toilets are in your house? Two. Is your current crush younger than you? By just a couple years. Are you a lighter complexion than your father? Yes; he's very tan, especially his arms from being a mailman. Ranch or barbeque sunflower seeds? I don't like sunflower seeds. Do you know the first five books of the Bible in order? No. Do you have a pet fish? Nah, they're not my thing. Do you believe being gay is a choice or a "disorder"? Neither; I believe it's a genetic mutation. It defies biology and the very motive for life, but I always say that a mutation does not, in any way, equate to "wrong." I am extremely adamantly pro-gay rights and bisexual myself, so I can't shit-talk it. What are some of your favourite sounds? Crunching leaves, rain gently tapping on windows, windchimes, birdsong... mainly nature sounds. There are others, I'm just blanking right now. Are you a warm weather or cold weather person? Cold, 100%. What time do you wake up? What for? This spans over a massive gap, honestly... I can wake up as early as 5 or as late as 9:30. Most often, it's pretty early, and I call that my "trial" of being awake, lol... because I will almost without fail go back to sleep for a couple more hours. Hell, that happens even if I sleep on the later side. Do you ever listen to music to fall asleep to? I used to do that in middle and maybe some of high school, I think; I'd fall asleep with my iPod on and earbuds in. I haven't done that in a very long time, though. Could you spend the rest of your life with someone who had bad taste in music? ... Yes? Their taste in music has nothing to do with them as a person???? Do you still talk to the person you fell hardest for? No, and it's best I don't. Have you ever wanted to get drunk and get your mind off everything? Yes, and that's how I found out I'm far from a lightweight. I wasn't going to drink more than I actually wanted to drink just to get wasted. Did you love playing hide and seek as a kid? Yeah. Who is the last child you held? My youngest niece. Have you ever woken up not knowing where you were? Maybe for a few moments after my surgery? I don't really recall. When is the last time you made the wrong choice in anything? Every fucking day when I decide what to do with my time. What is the most interesting thing in the room you are in? My snake, I guess. She's a champagne morph ball python. When washing your hands, do you wet your hands or put soap on first? I put on soap first. When was the hardest you ever cried? What was the circumstance? Probably when Mom literally dragged me home after I tried to walk to Jason's to talk the night of the breakup. I lost my fucking mind. Which gift cards do you have in your wallet? I don't think I have any. Coke or Pepsi? Coke. I hate Pepsi. What is better: cute smile, or amazing eyes? A cute smile. What song are you listening to? "Drilled a Wire Through My Cheek" by Blue October is on currently. Name your best friend(s): Sara. Do you know any mechanical stuff about cars? Nope. Last night you felt? I wasn't suicidal, but still kinda wanted to die lmao. Do you still watch Disney channel? No. How do you like your eggs? I only enjoy them scrambled, and preferably with cheese. What’s your all-time favorite song? "False Flags" by Massive Attack. If you could be any TV character, who would you be and why? Idk, I don't watch TV enough. Maybe Donna from That '70s Show. Very strong and independent, outspoken, and not to mention she has great taste. I find her to be a good female character to look up to. Do you ever come up with really good ideas for stories or movies? Do you do anything with them? Yeah; I'll try to integrate them into RP characters and plots. What sort of things do you post on your Tumblr? Vintage photos, screen caps, girly things? It's a Markiplier cesspit lmao. Sometimes I'll reblog shit I find funny. I've been very inactive on it, though. Have you ever had a dream that you couldn’t shake, even for days after you woke up? Oh yes. When was the last time you felt like a nuisance, or unwanted? Recently, I'm sure. When was the last time your dreams were crushed, or at least hindered? I dunno. How’s school going? I'm not in school. Are you angry at anyone right now? Myself. The last person to say they loved you? Mom. When is the last time you laughed hard? Hard? I'm really not sure. Are there any words on your shirt? No, it's just a blank black tank. Does it take a lot to make you cry? NOPE. Do you tell your parents everything? No. Do you get bored easily? I'm bored to the point of thinking being dead would be more fun at some point almost every day. I have anhedonia badly. I'm honestly starting to think I've over-medicated to a numbing degree so am trying to wean off some things. Have you ever burned someone's picture? No. How long was your last nap? Maybe three hours? I was really, really tired, though. Can you name the last time you felt happy? Probably when Sara and I talk-talked for the first time in a while. When was the last time you played with sidewalk chalk? Oh, I have zero clue. Probably not since I was a kid. Do you have friends obsessed with World of Warcraft? Bro wtf don't @ me. Have you ever punched a hole in the wall? No. Have you ever told someone you hated them? The only time I've seriously said that was to my dad before we reconciled after the divorce. What was the color of the bridesmaid dresses of the last wedding you went to? I actually don't remember... Favorite thing to do on Facebook? See The Memes. Do you wear flip flops, regardless of weather, all the time? I SAID don't @ me. What is in store for your future? I both do and don't want to know. Have you ever seen a live bat? Yeah. I adore bats. Do you chew on straws? No. Do you have any trophies? Yeah. Who’s the last person that creeped you out? Some guy who walked into the store I was at with Mom, continuously looking back and forth. Would you believe an ex if she/he said they love you? Well, that would depend on the person. Have you ever been kissed in the rain? Yeah. Anything exciting happening soon? My half-sister and her kids are visiting tomorrow and staying for a few days. It's a surprise for Mom. Do you keep a diary or journal (offline or online)? You could say these surveys kinda are. I don't have a designated "diary," though. When was the last time you took a painkiller? What was it for and did it work? I had womanly issues a few days back, and yeah, it helped. Have you ever had to go and rescue someone because their car broke down? When was the last time that happened? I mean, I've driven /with/ Mom to do so. I myself don't drive. What’s one sweet/candy you miss from your childhood? Is this item something you can still buy or has it been discontinued? Y'all remember Baby Bottle Pops??? 'Cuz I do, and I love those fuckin things. I still see them sometimes in gas stations. When was the last time you used some kind of moisturiser? A few days back for my hands. They were painfully dry. If you’re under lockdown/stay at home orders at the moment, are you struggling or managing okay? A bitch is s t r u g g l i n g. Has anything positive come out of the pandemic for you? Fuck no. Do you wear a watch? Is it analogue/digital? Does it it have things like a step-counter in it? No. Do you have any gifts from Christmas that you still haven’t opened or used? Not used, yes. Well, then some things are still in their boxes, but they're unwrapped. Do you know how to tie a tie? If so, who taught you? No. Who was your last missed call from? Did you ring that person back? Some number I didn't recognize, so no. When was the last time you had some kind of problem with your internet connection? Is this something that happens often? A few days back. It has occasional instances where it'll go out but come back on shortly. Do you have a favourite celebrity chef? No. Do you prefer pizza or pasta? Pizza. Have you ever volunteered anywhere before? What was the reason behind doing so? Once at PetSmart when they had dogs to adopt out, which was for school volunteer hours. I spent time with them, giving them attention and taking them outside. I also had two other animal-related volunteer days, but each was only a few hours because my fucking weak-ass body couldn't handle them. Have you ever been truly obsessed with something? What was it and how did you come to feel that way? I have an incredibly obsessive personality; I could probably name near on a dozen or so things I've been genuinely obsessed with. I don't know what it means to love in moderation. Some are/were pleasant obsessions, some aren't/weren't. Does it bother you when people turn up at your house without asking or waiting to be invited? Yes. Are you taller or shorter than average height? I'm the average for an American woman. Do you have any family members whose beliefs or ways of life completely embarrass you? YUP YUP YUP YUP. Are you scared of heights? Yes. When was the last time you lost something of great sentimental value? Did you ever end up finding it again? I don't know. Have you ever injured anyone in self-defense? No. What food do you find to be the most filling? Is this something you eat a lot of? In relation to its portion sizes, oatmeal or eggs. I can't have a whole lot of either. I wouldn't say I eat either a lot, but oatmeal is more common. Have you ever heard people talking badly about you behind your back? Did you confront them about it? Yes, and in at least two instances. Do you consider “home” to be the place you were born, or is it somewhere you create for yourself? I consider it to be my childhood home; not the one I was actually born in, but only because I was way too young to remember and we only lived there like, maybe two years into my life. Have you ever experienced having to leave your home due to a fire, or due to the threat of fire? No, thankfully. When was the last time you felt you were in a dangerous situation? When we had a serious tornado warning Christmas Eve. Yes. In winter. Are there any superstitions that you believe in? Which ones and what are your reasons for doing so? No. Are there any series of books/films that you never finished - either because you got bored of waiting or just lost interest? Oh, I'm sure. I Wouldn't say I lost interest in a lot though, I just wasn't interested enough, like for The Hunger Games. Which theme park is your favorite? I haven't been to nearly enough to know. Like, just one. Do you eat healthy? I try to be, at least. Though I've been doing very poorly about it lately because I'm a emotional goddamn eater and am having a very hard time. Do/did your parents fight often? They're divorced for a reason. Do YOU fight with them often? No. Would you say that you're respectful? I hope so. Are you a fan of Green Day? Yeah, I love them. Would you rather have 4 kids at one time or never have a kid? Jesus Christ, never. I don't want any anyway. Do you think 'friends with benefits' relationships really ever work? No. Do you or have you ever known a drug addict? Yes. Do you turn off the water while brushing your teeth or leave it on? I always turn it off. No reason to waste it. Do you have any nieces or nephews? Lots, if you include my half-siblings. Are caterpillars more cute or disgusting? I tend to find them cute. What's your homepage when you bring up the internet? Google. Was the last book you read for fun or was it for some type of assignment? It was for fun. Have you ever dated someone you met online? Yes. Would you go on a date with someone right now if they asked? Depends on who's asking. Do you own any band tees? Oh, I have lots. Off the top of my head, some that I frequently wear are Metallica, Otep, and Korn. Do you know someone who wears a wig? No. Have you ever kissed someone under fireworks? I don't think so. What kind of dressing do you eat on your salad, if any? I strongly prefer the Olive Garden kind, but I also enjoy ranch. What genre of music do you listen to the most? Metal of some sort. Have you ever dated someone who was way overprotective of you? No. Do you personally know any cops? No. How many different colleges have you gone to? Three. How much stress can you handle? Not much at all. How confident are you in achieving your dreams? I ain't got the slightest clue by this point in my life. What is one thing you thought you’d never do but have done or are doing? There's a lot of things, most bad, some good. Do you have to take medication for any mental illness? A lot. Do you like looking at pictures? It depends on what's in them. Specifically pictures from my past, that's usually a big no. Do you believe the dead can have connections with the living? I guess in very vague ways. Which family member do you get along with the most? Well, define "get along with." I by far have the strongest relationship with my mom, but we fight sometimes. As for who I stay on the most stable ground with, that's probably my dad. Would you ever be able to become a vegan? I know I couldn't, but I'd love to. How did you meet your newest friend? Who even IS my newest friend... Have you ever watched the show Teen Mom? What did you think about it? No, and I think it's an awful fucking idea for a television show. Put a spotlight on and money into teen pregnancy, yeah, that's a genius plan. Are you old enough to remember MySpace? Yeah. Do you think you’ll be a good mother/father? I wouldn't be. Do you have trouble deleting your text messages? I don't need to. Is there something that you haven’t told anyone that you actually would like to tell someone? No. Have you ever been called a tease? Yeah. Do people ever make fun of your religion or lack thereof? No. Do you say/do things a lot for shock effect? No? What was the last compliment you gave a guy? I probably told my nephew Ryder he was a good brother. Was one of your grandpas in a war? Maybe? Idk. I never knew either well at all. Have you screamed in a pillow before? Yes. What do you like more, acoustic or electric? Electric. Have you ever ordered something off a commercial on television? No. What's worse, having someone mad or disappointed in you? Disappointed. Do you still consider Pluto a planet? Yes. Didn't they reinstate it as one, anyway? Right now, are you at a high, leveled, or low point? What's lower than "low?"

#survey #surveys #questions #questionnaire #lyrics: ''i am machine'' by three days grace

[rawmeanderson]

so you know what’s on my mind ― part II

plot: SURPRISE, PLD likes older women ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (age range 25-28) warnings: cursing, drinking, mentions of sex, idk i’m really bad at this part???? word count: 6.2k also featuring: Boone and Jonesy

PART I

The days leading up to the trip to Niagara Falls were full of anxiety on your side. You were psyching yourself up really, trying to decide what to pack. Boone and Seth weren’t helping. You were pretty sure they already had a bet going over if you and Pierre would hook up or not, and really, you didn’t care. You knew that if you asked them to knock it off, they would, but despite how antsy you felt about all of it, it was funny to see Boone and Seth getting so involved in your love life.

Pierre had texted you a couple of times, even sent you a meme at one point that was so funny you’d had to show a couple coworkers after they asked why you were laughing so hard. He was sweet, kept saying he was excited for the trip. It made you feel like a teenager all over again, giddy and eager. You’d never spent so much time with him and you were getting worried you’d make an idiot of yourself in front of him  in one way or another. You were crossing the border to the Canadian side of the falls so Pierre could drink, and all of you had been giving him hell about the it. He’d agreed to pay for dinner one night to repay the three of you for being the reason you’d have to take the time to cross back into the states on your way home.

You take Friday off from work so the four of you can leave Thursday evening, and that Tuesday, you were surprised with Pierre called you at work.

“Hey, bud, what’s up?” you ask, cradling the phone between your ear and your shoulder so you could continue typing up an email as you talk.

“Oh, hey! I didn’t expect you to answer,” he says, laughing a second later. “I, uh..I was just gonna see if you needed an oil change or a tire rotation or anything before we left...for your car, obviously. I’d pay for it, I just figured since you were driving, I could at least chip in somehow.” His words make you smile, and you can practically hear him blushing through the phone. Seth always paid for a bit of maintenance for your car anytime you went on a trip, and it wouldn’t surprise you if he’d put Pierre up to this.

“Uhh, yeah, that’d be great actually,” you tell him, biting your lip as you jot down a note to call and schedule an appointment at your usual garage. There’s a wide smile on your face by then and you can hear him hesitating a bit on the other end of the line.

“I can go with you,” he says, words rushed before he clears his throat. “If you want me to, that is. If not, I can just Venmo you the money or something.”

Yeah, this definitely had Seth written all over it. He knew you hated going to get maintenance done on your vehicle alone, even if you didn’t wait around while you did the work, so he always went with you. The two of you would usually drop off your car then head to a coffee shop or grab a bite to eat while you waited, but now, having Pierre with you would be a sweet change.

“You can come with me if you want to, but don’t feel like you have to,” you tell him, worried that he’s offering it up out of obligation.

“No, no, I’ll go, I don’t mind,” he says, sounding a little eager. You laugh softly, and you’re nodding to yourself then, biting your lip for a moment.

“Okay, so, let me call and see when they can fit me in sometime in the next couple of days and I’ll let you know, yeah?” you say, hoping whenever the shop could fit you in at a time that would work for Pierre to go with you.

“Yeah, sounds good, I’ll see you soon,” he says, always sounding so sweet.

Thankfully, it worked out that the shop had an opening the following afternoon, and Pierre was free as well. You picked him up, and it was no surprise that he was all smiles. On the ride to the shop, the pair of you talk a bit, mostly about the upcoming trip. After dropping your car off, the two of you walked over to the coffee shop across the street. Before you could stop him, Pierre paid for your iced coffee and he just grinned when you shot him an irritated look. 

Really, you don’t know what you’d expected spending time alone with him would be like, but this wasn’t it. You’d known he was a sweetheart, and he spent the majority of the time in the coffee shop asking you questions about yourself, getting to know you better. Time not spent talking about you was spent discussing the trip. You’d never been to Niagara Falls before, so you were excited. When he said he put together a playlist for the drive, he was clearly excited about it, and you grin as you sip at your coffee, eyes on him. He seemed to be blushing less that day, maybe because you hadn’t been outrightly flirting with him as much, but regardless, you still had butterflies in your stomach the whole time.

The oil change and tire rotation only took about an hour, but really, you could’ve spent the rest of the afternoon sitting there talking to him, enjoying the fact that you finally got to have some time to get to know him without Seth around to tease either of you at any given moment. As the two of you head back to the shop, someone stops Pierre to ask for a photo and he shoots you an apologetic look as you offer to take the photo. You’re used to people stopping Seth, so it doesn’t bother you at all. Walking next to him felt good in a way that you really couldn’t explain. 

After picking your car up, you spend the drive back to Pierre’s stuck in traffic. As always, there was fucking road construction, but the two of you make do. You start talking about the trip again, and tapping your thumbs on the steering wheel, you look over at him. “I was going to pick up some snacks for the drive tomorrow, any requests?” you ask, easing your foot off the brake as traffic starts to move.

“Uhm, Oreos? Or some Swedish Fish,” he says, meeting your eye and you can’t help but smile as you nod.

“Oreos and Swedish Fish, got it,” you respond, giving him a quick thumbs up. “How’s that playlist coming along, huh? Would you be willing to share it with me so I can add a couple of songs, or are you a playlist purist like Seth?”

That got a laugh out of him, a quick breathy sound, and you saw him grinning widely out of the corner of his eye. “That depends, I guess, what are you going to add?” he asks, playful tone to his voice.

You glance at him again, trying your best to look offended as you scoff. “Don’t worry about it, you’ll find out tomorrow night,” you say, grin spreading across your face then.

“I’ll think about it then,” he teases and you scoff quietly, shaking your head. He’s smiling and it’s such a nice sight that your eyes linger on him for a little longer. “Honestly, Seth told me not to let you add anything, he said you suck at playlists.”

Your foot comes off the brake again to creep forward more and you can’t help but scoff again. “Jared Seth Jones is a fucking liar,” you mutter and Pierre laughs a second later. Looking over at him, you’re trying not to smile when you speak again. “It’s true!” Both of you are laughing by then.

“Why does he say you suck at playlists though? I feel like there’s a massive story behind that,” Pierre questions, biting his bottom lip as he looks at you.

That gets you to roll your eyes, and you chuckle softly at the memories of times Seth has bitched about your choice of music. “He says not all playlists, just usually for roadtrips,” you tell him, flipping on your blinker before changing lanes. “I don’t know. If it’s a long drive, I want fun music that I can sing to, otherwise it gets boring, especially if I’m the one driving.” You can hear Pierre chuckling as you check your blindspot, so you continue talking. “The last time we went somewhere, he was bitching because I went from the Mamma Mia! soundtrack to the Popstar soundtrack, and obviously, nothing’s good enough for him.”

“He just doesn’t know to have a good time, we all know that,” he says and you grin, knowing it’s true.

Once you’d dropped Pierre off, you forced yourself to be productive for the evening. You went to Target for snacks and some sunscreen, and ended up leaving with a new swimsuit, some new sandals, and a few pairs of undies that had been on clearance. After putting it off for most of the week, you packed your weekend bag, knowing you’d need to have everything ready that night since you were leaving straight from work the following day. You were sure you were forgetting a couple of things, but there were stores in Canada, so you decided not to stress about it.

You were already in bed by the time Pierre shared the playlist with you, and just to piss Seth off, you added both Mamma Mia! Soundtracks, a few songs from SNL digital shorts, and the entire Lonely Island discography. Grinning, you sent Pierre a quick thank you text, saying you’d added some worthwhile additions. His response was that he’d be looking forward to seeing Seth’s reactions to your additions, and god, that made you smile.

You tossed and turned a bit as you were trying to get to sleep that night, eager to get through the next day of work before you guys left for the trip. Pierre kept creeping into your mind with his soft laugh and the way he grinned at you. He was starting to open up to you more, and you were grateful then that Seth had told him to take you to get an oil change. You’d never not had a crush on him, you’d always just thought you were too old for him, that he had his pick of any girl in the city, but now that you knew he was interested, you were letting yourself think about him a bit more. Never in your life had you been good at letting people know that you were interested in them, and you were feeling antsy going into the trip, worrying that you’d somehow blow it.

The next day dragged like crazy, as it always did before a trip. Your car was packed with your bag and snacks, gas tank full, and you were picking the guys up at Seth’s after work. Pierre had texted you throughout the day, even sending you the link to a little cafe close to the cottage, saying he wanted to take you for brunch one morning. That put a smile on your face, but damn, you’d be lying if your stomach hadn’t done a flip when you’d read that message. It had been awhile since you’d actually dated anyone, and now that there was the possibility of dating someone so much younger than you, you were extra nervous.

As slowly as the day ticked on, the drive to Seth’s felt equally as long thanks to traffic. You were eager to get the drive over with, given it’d felt like such a long day. Parking in front of Seth’s building, all three of them were already waiting out front, bags on the sidewalk beside them. You get out of the car, smiling as you open the hatch of your SUV.

“About time you got here,” Boone teases as he loads his bag into the trunk. Rolling your eyes at him, he grins, immediately pulling you in for a quick hug. When you’re pulling away, you hear Pierre yell out that he gets shotgun, and when you catch Seth’s eye a second later, he winks at you. Again, you’re rolling your eyes, unable to stop the little smile that tugs at the corners of your mouth.

The drive was easy, thankfully. You stopped for dinner along the way to break up the six hour drive, and for the most part, Boone and Seth were either listening to music or watching something on their iPads with headphones on, probably to drown out you and Pierre’s conversation, or the fact that halfway through the drive, he switched from his playlist to the Lonely Island discography, which made the drive a lot more fun. He was impressed that you knew all of Natalie’s Rap, and you tease him that if he doesn’t have another SNL inspired Halloween costume this year, you’d be very disappointed. His response was that he hadn’t committed to any costume ideas yet, and you just grinned, making a mental note to think up a few costumes that would be just as good as last year’s.

By the time you crossed the border and made it up to the cottage, it was after midnight and you were exhausted. After crossing the border, Pierre had offered to drive and you let him, considering you were nearly dozing off while driving. The guys let you have the master bedroom with an ensuite so you didn’t have to worry about sharing a bathroom with the three of them, and you were grateful for that. Your room and Seth’s were downstairs while Pierre and Boone headed upstairs to the other rooms. You were so tired by the time you arrived that you headed straight to bed, changing into pjs quickly before climbing beneath the sheets.

You were so used to waking up early for work that you weren’t able to sleep as late as you would’ve liked, but the smell of coffee lured you out of bed. Gathering your messy hair up into a loose bun, you’re yawning as you step into the kitchen. Boone’s sitting at the table, munching on a bit of toast and Pierre was standing at the counter, pouring himself a cup of coffee.

“Morning,” Boone says and you grumble in response, waving a hand as you head to grab some coffee of your own.

You can feel Pierre’s eyes on you, and when you catch his gaze drop lower, you remember that you hadn’t put on a bra, the fabric of your shirt stretched taut over your breasts. You’re so used to staying over at Seth’s and lounging around on lazy mornings that you hadn’t even thought about getting dressed. He looks away quickly, but you can see a soft flush coloring his cheeks as he turns back to the counter then.

“How’d you sleep?” you ask him, grinning a bit as you glance up at him, opening a couple of cabinets in search of a coffee mug before finding one.

“Uh, good. How about you?” he responds, watching as you pour yourself some coffee. You can tell that he’s doing his best to keep his eyes on your face.

“Good,” you tell him, turning to lean back against the edge of the counter. You take a sip of coffee, humming softly, grateful for the caffeine.

Seth came into the kitchen a few minutes later as you were still sipping at your coffee. From there, the four of you made plans for the day, deciding to do touristy stuff on the weekday in hopes that it wouldn’t be as crowded. With plans to leave for the falls in an hour, Boone and Seth took off to grab showers, leaving you and Pierre alone in the kitchen as you move to refill your coffee mug.

You know his eyes are on you before you even turn around, but you didn’t intend to catch him full on checking you out like he was. He knew you’d caught him again, but this time, he doesn’t look away. Your nipples are hard against the fabric of your shirt and Pierre licks his lips in a way that makes heat rise up the back of your neck. There’s an intensity in his eye that you’d seldom seen in him off the ice, and what you wouldn’t give to be able to read his mind. If you were a bit more bold, you would’ve nodded down the hall to your room and pulled him into bed with you.

Tension is building between you, you can feel the weight settling on your shoulders as his eyes move over your frame, not even trying to hide it. You finish your coffee then and turn to place it in the sink, taking a deep breath now as you force yourself to try and relax. You’re sure that your cheeks are flushed then, and you clear your throat before you head out of the kitchen quickly. His eyes were on you still and you were hyper aware of the fact that your nipples are still hard, breasts bouncing slightly as you walk.

You had to take a cold shower just to calm yourself down, and by the time you’re dressed and ready for the day, you’d like to imagine that your sexual frustration isn’t obvious to everyone around you. Boone’s already sitting in the living room and when he sees you, he grins at you widely.

“Want anymore coffee?” he asks, glancing down at his phone again. “Luc brewed a fresh pot.” There’s a knowing tone to his voice and you don’t let him see your irritation, instead, murmuring that you were good. You were in jeans and a baggy knit sweater, bag over your shoulder and you’re grateful Seth comes out of his room a second later, oblivious to the tension in the room.

On the drive to the falls, Boone and Seth automatically get in the backseat, letting Pierre take shotgun again. He seems more tense in the car, spending most of the ride looking out the window. In the backseat, Seth and Boone are talking, and when Seth asks if you’re feeling okay, you’re quick to tell him that you coffee just hasn’t kicked in yet. It wasn’t like you could announce to the whole car that you’re ragingly horny because the 20 year old sitting next to you had been fucking you with his eyes earlier.

For the first couple of hours you were at the falls, Pierre seemed to be keeping his distance. You didn’t let it bother you, but once or twice, you could feel his eyes on you. It was distracting to say the least, and it was doing nothing for your sexual frustration, but you didn’t really mind. It was flattering and at least confirmed that he was attracted to you beyond a little crush that wouldn’t lead anywhere. After hitting all of the major tourist spots, the boys decided to grab some lunch and you said you’d find something to eat, you just wanted to wander for a while. Enjoying some alone time, you head back toward the falls to lean against the railing, just to enjoy the sight.

Chewing on your bottom lip, you glance around idly and see Pierre heading your way. “I thought you were getting lunch,” you say once he’s close enough to hear you.

His first response is to shrug, coming up to stand next to you at the railing on your left. “I just thought I’d come hang out with you for a while instead,” he tells you, and you glance over at him. “Sorry if I made you uncomfortable this morning.”

His apology surprises you, and you exhale a quick laugh as you shake your head. “You’re so not sorry,” you tease, and he’s quick to grin then as he shrugs again, laughing softly.

“I’m used to checking you out subtly, but when Boone said you liked being watched, I-” he stops when you cut him off.

“Wait, Boone said what?” you ask, looking up at him with a surprised expression. Immediately, he realizes what he’s said and his cheeks flush a deep red as he starts stammering.

“I, uh―I didn’t ask him for advice or anything,” he says, stumbling over his words before clearing his throat. He’s avoiding meeting your eye, and you’re doing your best to look irritated with him. “He just texted me one day and kind of...gave me some tips on what you like.”

You’re not sure if you’re surprised or not by Boone’s actions, and you’re able to infer that Boone must’ve been the one to bet that you’d sleep with Pierre on the trip. He looks rather ashamed of himself then, and you’re sure that Boone had told him not to mention it to you. Finally, you let yourself laugh at it, turning around then to lean back against the railing. He looks relieved that you’re laughing, a shy smile creeping onto his face then.

“What else did Boone say, huh?” you ask, grinning up at him. Your words earn another blush out of him and he thinks on it for a minute.

“Uh, he told me your favorite color, what you order at bars, your favorite hangover foods,” Pierre tells you, then pauses as he licks his lips before looks over at the falls again. “A couple other things too.” He shrugs a shoulder then and you can tell he’s trying to stop himself from looking too smug.

You shake your head in disbelief, exhaling a breathy laugh as you turn back to look at the falls. From the corner of your eye, you can see that he’s grinning at you, and keeping your eyes where they were, you nudged him with your elbow, cracking a smile rather bashfully.

After that conversation, Pierre no longer kept his distance from you. For the rest of the day, he actually kept close to you, and once again, you could feel his eyes on you. It was distracting to say the least, and you hated that Boone had been able to pick up just how much you enjoyed having someone’s eyes on you, that it left you flushed and warm. And now that Pierre knew? You were in trouble.

After you were done doing tourist activities at the falls, you head back to the cabin to relax for a bit and decide how to spend the evening. Seth found a nearby winery that offered tasting and had a restaurant. Boone got stuck being DD and whined the whole time as you inevitably drank too much wine. You hadn’t realized that the bottle you ordered had such a high alcohol content until it was too late, but really, you were on vacation and you didn’t quite care.

The restaurant attached to the winery had a full bar, which the four of you inevitably ended up at, seated around a table and having a good time. Pierre and Seth went up to grab drinks, and when they came back, Pierre put an amaretto sour down in front of you, and you grinned ear to ear, knowing Boone had told him your favorite drinks. He was sitting next to you, and as you sipped at your drink, you shifted in your seat, enough so that your knee brushed against his.

It didn’t take much longer before the four of you decide to head back to the cabin for the evening. On the way back, Boone pulled into a gas station for some beer and Pierre went in with him, leaving you and Seth in the car. You’re still a little drunk, and from your spot in the backseat, you cleared your throat.

“Did you and Boone make a bet over the chance that I’d sleep with Pierre this weekend?” you ask, chewing on your bottom lip.

He had been typing on his phone, and when you spoke, he stops, but doesn’t look up. “Depends. What have you heard?” he asks a second later, going back to typing. His air of secrecy makes makes you scoff and you lean forward in your seat.

“Well, I’m assuming whatever the bet was, Boone is wagering that I’ll fuck him, because he, completely unprompted, sent Pierre some tips about me, I guess. My favorite color, my favorite drink...a couple of my kinks too, I think,” you tell him, feeling a blush creep onto your cheeks.

“Son of a bitch,” Seth says, laughing then. “That’s smart, but damn, I can’t believe he’d fucking cheat like that.”

If you weren’t drunk, you probably wouldn’t find Seth’s response as funny as you do, but you start laughing along with him, shaking your head. A second later and you’re sighing, shaking your head. “I really hate that this means that I can’t sleep with Pierre, because I really don’t think Boone deserves to win that bet after cheating like he did,” you say as Seth looks back at you with an impressed grin on his face.

“Damn, you’re really about to cockblock yourself to defend my honor like that?” he teases and you roll your eyes before leaning back in your seat.

“I don’t give a shit about your honor, Jonesy,” you respond with a snort, giggling a second later. “I just want to make be able to make sure Boone doesn’t win this bet, just like he didn’t win the first one, I bet it would really fuck with his ego.” Your words get a laugh out of him and you straighten up in your seat when you see Boone and Pierre coming out of the gas station.

When Pierre climbed into the backseat with you, he saw the he’d bought you a pack of Angry Orchard, setting it by your feet with a grin. Okay, he was pretty sweet.

When you got back to the cabin, you get changed into more comfortable clothes and return to the living room with your hair tied up and with a blanket wrapped around you. It was a little after 10, and you’re tired, but not ready for bed. As you head towards the couch, you see Boone and Seth through the French doors, on the back patio with the fancy electric fire pit on. You’re not sure where Pierre is, but you make yourself comfortable on the couch, grabbing the remote and praying you could figure out how to work the damn thing. You’ve finally figured out how to pull up Netflix when Pierre comes into the living room with a beer in his hand and you grin at him.

“How you feelin’, drunky?” he asks with a teasing smile on his face that makes you roll your eyes.

“I’m fine, thank you very much,” you respond, laughing as you push your hair out of your face. “Boone and Seth are out on the patio.”

Pierre shrugs in response to your words as he comes around to the front of the sofa, tapping your knee gently. “Move your legs real quick,” he says, and you blink at him before doing what he’d said. You sit up, turning so your feet are on the floor. He sits next to you and before you can even move back into your previous position, he’s reaching for you, pulling your legs to rest over his lap. Even if you weren’t drunk, it would’ve surprised you, and you bite your lip as you feel your cheeks heat up. “So, what are we watching?” He says it so casually, his hand resting on your blanket covered thigh.

“I don’t know yet. Any requests?” you ask, trying your best to keep your eyes on the TV. His response is to shrug, which makes you roll your eyes as he looks at you.

“We can watch the Stress Relief episodes of the Office,” he suggests, making a smile slid onto your face as you nod in approval. Now that you’ve figured out the remote, it’s not difficult to find the episodes, and you settle in, feeling ridiculously comfortable with your legs draped over his lap.

He takes a couple of drinks of his beer, stealing glances at you here and there and you pretend not to notice. You can’t believe that you’re so tired this early, and certainly, having the warmth of his body against yours, even if it was just your legs, was enough to make you drowsy. It’s getting hard to keep your eyes open, and when you hear Pierre chuckling softly, you look at him.

“What?” you ask, sure he’s about to tease you for practically dozing off before 11. You sit up more, knowing that was the only thing that would keep you from falling asleep again.

“Nothing,” Pierre says, glancing at you with a quick grin. Rolling your eyes, you shift, moving your feet to rest on the floor in the hopes that sitting up would keep you from dozing off. Without hesitating, he pulls you into his side, arm going around you. You’ve got to admit to yourself that this is more comfortable. He’s warm and smells good, and you let yourself relax against him as you nuzzle your face into his shoulder.

Your guard is coming down. After your conversation earlier and with as comfortable as it felt to be snuggling into him like that, you were a goner. He was so warm, and when you felt his hand come up to rub along your back through your shirt. You’re starting to get drowsy, a sleepy smile tugging at the corners of your mouth as Dwight had his meeting with corporate. Pierre lets himself slide down the couch a bit more, his arm tightening around you.

Before you realize, you’ve dozed off, only waking up about half an hour later to the sound of the door to the patio opening then closing again. You jolt awake and sit up quickly, blinking as you realized that Pierre had fallen asleep too. Seth was the only one who came in, thank God. He’d tease both you and Pierre about it privately, while Boone would’ve made jokes for the rest of the weekend if he’d been the one to come inside.

Seth doesn’t say anything, just grabs a couple more beers from the fridge before heading back outside. Pierre had woken up but was still slumped low on the couch to ensure he didn’t make eye contact with Seth. The door closes a moment later, and you and Pierre exchange looks and immediately, you’re blushing and laughing. He looks a little embarrassed and his cheeks are pink as he smiles back at you.

“I, uh..think I should probably go to bed before I fall asleep on you again,” you say, rubbing your neck as you exhale a soft breath of laughter. It was nearly 11 by then, but after a day playing tourist, you were exhausted despite your short lived nap. Pierre looks down at his lap, licking his lips, and before you can stop yourself you’re leaning into him again, pressing your face into his neck. “You make a really good pillow.” Your words are quietly, muffled into skin.

“Glad I’m good for something at least,” he teases back, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your head.

When you pull back, you want to kiss him, but you hold back. Knowing your luck, Boone would burst in then, and you knew that if you started kissing him, you wouldn’t want to stop. Pierre’s looking at you like he’s thinking about the same thing, and you lean back on the couch then, putting so distance between the two of you.

He’s fidgeting by then, clearing his throat before meeting your eye again. “Do you want to go to brunch tomorrow? I figured we could do something afterwards too, like mini-golf or something.” He’s shrugging then, looking a little nervous.

A grin spreads across your face then, enjoying the bit of bashfulness he’s displaying. “We gonna go to that place you sent me the other day?” you ask, and he nods in response. “Then yeah, I’m in.”

He laughs quickly, smile wide on his face. “What if I’d found somewhere else, would that have been a dealbreaker?” his voice has a tone of amusement to it and you’re smiling, shrugging in response.

“No, I was just making sure, because I looked at their menu and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the banana bread french toast,” you say, shooting him a wink before you stand up.

“The whole menu looked amazing, I’ve been thinking about all of it,” he teases, grinning widely. His eyes are on you, you can feel it, his gaze dropping to your mouth as you exhale a breath of laughter with a nod. Really, you want nothing more than to curl up against him again. Better yet, you’d like to pull him into bed with you, but you doubted that you’d be able to behave.

“That’s fair, honestly, it all looked good,” you say, grinning as you pick up your phone and your blanket. Pierre’s watching you still, and it’s making it harder and harder to walk away and retire to your room.

You had trouble getting to sleep that night, tossing and turning well past 2 AM. It was because of the little cat nap earlier, or at least that’s what you were telling yourself. It certainly wasn’t because you couldn’t get Pierre off your mind. You thought about texting him to see if he was awake, but you didn’t, just turned onto your other side, hoping you’d be more comfortable like that.

Really, you don’t remember falling asleep or how late you were up, but it was one of those sleeps that went by far too quickly. Your alarm goes off at 10 and you roll over with a groan, deciding to press snooze a couple of times before forcing yourself to get in the shower. Twenty minutes later, you’re coming down the hall, brushing your fingers through your hair as you come out to the living room. Pierre is on the couch, watching the Office, and you grin when you see him.

“What, you kept watching without me?” you tease, dropping onto the edge of the sofa next to him. He laughs, looking a little embarrassed that he’d been caught.

“Sorry! I didn’t know I had to wait for you,” he responds, leaning forward then to press a kiss to your shoulder as his arm slid around your waist. The gesture made heat rise up your neck, and you couldn’t help the way that you tilted your head to the side, exposing your neck to him. When he exhales, you feel his breath against your skin. His mouth is hovering an inch above your neck, like he’s trying to resist kissing you there or wondering if he’s allowed to kiss you there.

He pulls away without giving you what your body had been screaming for, and you’re glad that he did. You weren’t sure if Boone and Seth were still there or not, didn’t want to risk being caught by either of them. Heat has risen up the back of your neck and you’re biting your lip, still just as tense as you’d been a moment earlier. You turn your head enough to look at him and the fact that his cheeks are flushed makes you smile.

“Ready for brunch?” you ask softly, hand coming down to pat his knee gently. He nods, grinning, and before you can stop yourself, you move forward, tilting your head up enough to press your mouth against his.

It was a quick kiss, almost chaste even, but he looks surprised either way, eyes dropping to your mouth again, and before he can kiss you again, you stand up. You hear him exhale a breath of laughter at the way you’d moved away so suddenly, and you bite your lip as you push your hair out of your face. Heading toward the front door, you hear him stand up as you step into your shoes.

“That was just plain rude, honestly,” he huffs at you, tone light enough that you know he’s only teasing. He catches up to you at the door and you grin at him widely as you pat your pockets quickly to make sure you’ve got everything you need before heading out. On the way out to your car, his hand takes yours easily and it takes a lot of effort on your part to keep from grinning like an idiot.

end note: this would’ve had several other scenes at the end, leading to a bit of smut, but bc this ended up getting so long already, decided to put it into part three instead to more evenly distribute the length of the chapters 🤗 come at me with comments and responses, loves!!!

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[chibimonkey]

Fishblr please help

I am so tired of the "fish are products" mentality that corporate pet stores have. Employees cannot refuse to sell fish, even if someone wants to put a goddamn koi in a bowl.

I just had a customer get pissed at me because I told him that keeping two goldfish in a ten is akin to keeping a dog in a closet, and it's literally animal abuse and they'll spend maybe two years in massive amounts of pain. He got pissed, made the manager do it, and got mad when I said we can't replace the fish if it dies.

Literally RIGHT AFTER HIM is a lady with a ten gallon, a pleco, and four goldfish, getting a fifth goldfish. "But it's okay because they're babies."

They didn't care. I told them that all of our fish have minimum space requirements and that goldfish (per policy) need 30. They went and got the manager and made him do it when I told them all it's animal abuse.

Fish are living, breathing, feeling creatures. They can feel pain, loneliness, hunger, cold. If someone told me they wanted me to sell them a canary for a mason jar, a chameleon for a critter keeper, a rabbit for a cat carrier, I could refuse every single one. Because a mason jar, a critter keeper, a cat carrier are not proper habitats for those animals, and they will spend their lives in abusive conditions. If you go to a shelter and try to adopt a dog because "I want him to live in his crate and make the room look pretty," people would riot.

Please. Please help me stop committing disgusting abuse at my store. Help other employees stop committing abuse at their stores. Customers do not listen to us. If you overhear an interaction like the ones I had today, step in and tell that person the truth. That what they're doing is animal abuse. Back up everything the employee says, if the employee knows their shit or educate them if they are clueless. You're right, many pet store employees know jack shit about animals. But some of us care, some of us spend hours outside of work researching animals to give customers the best information possible, some of us are passionate about those often neglected and abused pets (hamsters, fish, any reptile) and risk being fired if we don't do what the customer wants. Sell this fish into an environment that will 100% murder it or you're fired. How fucked up is that?

Please. Call your local pet stores. The lfs mom and pop shop, Pet's Plus, Fins Feathers. PLEASE call your PetSmarts and your Petcos and ask to speak to a manager. Tell them that their store policy dictates that fish are allowed to be sold into abusive conditions and employees have no way to stop it. PLEASE call the actual corporate numbers and file a complaint. File so many complaints. Please. I love my job and I love animals and most customers are normal human beings who care about animals but every so often I get people like this and it crushes me.

One of my managers has gone to battle against corporate four times for the right to refuse fish to improper homes. He has lost four times. He is only one person and he works for the company. Maybe if the CUSTOMERS, the source of our money, start complaining, corporate will take things seriously. Maybe then we'll stop having to sell shitty 0.8 gallon tanks for goldfish and giving fucking plecos to 5g tanks. Maybe if this changes, we can get fish bowls banned. Maybe if this changes, we can work on improper care for other animals.

Please help.

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[kouhafish]

Hey, so I've got a question! I usually get my Betta friends from the pet stores but I know they can tend to be less healthy. I was wondering if you had an idea to how importing Bettas works? I was considering ordering Bettas online should anything happen to my current ones but was extremely unsure to what would go on with the whole ordeal.

i wouldnt suggest ordering out of country tbh, there’s bound to be plenty of good betta breeders in the US, or wherever you live!  

ordering out of country is a massive pain and a HUGE money dump.  you have to pay the price of the fish, then shipping to get the fish to a local transhipper - it doesn’t go straight to you.  then you have to pay the person the fish was sent to to repackage the fish and ship it to you.  that can EASILY run 100+ dollars for one fish, and is extremely stressful on the fish as the transhipper CANNOT repackage the fish with clean water because then the money back guarantee(if there was one) will be totally null if the fish doesnt survive the trip.

now, i can give you a couple betta breeders i have gotten betta from in the past that breed their fish in the US!  that is fairly straight forward as long as you don’t live in hawaii or alaska(i know hawaii requires a permit to ship the fish there or the fish would… be thrown out or sent back, idk which - i dont remember what the issue w shipping to alaska is off the top of my head).  

ebay is a great place to buy betta tbh, theres also aquabid but i never got betta using that.  you just pay the price of the fish and shipping and then track the fish until it arrives.  you will need to be home to bring the fish in ASAP when it arrives and if you float the fish(tbh, i dont, i find its way more stressful to float them than to let them sit in their new tank in the dark for a day).  betta can survive for quite a while in the bags if packaged correctly(just enough water to cover them no matter which way the bag is tilted and the rest of the bag being air)

i rambled a bit, anyway… i really like NJ betta hatchery, she is very open to communication and even breeds koi veiltails, which are like, tbh my fav variety of betta!  then there is aqua_gold betta, i got my yellow koi girl from her a long while back and she lived healthily for… a bit over a year.  tbh i loved that fish i have a soft spot for this seller because of that )’:

edit: also keep in mind that just because the betta are from breeders doesnt mean they will live longer than a betta found in a petstore!  betta genetics are all sorts of fucked up, their average life span can honestly be anywhere from a couple months to a couple years, any betta can die suddenly for seemingly no reason.  :/

#Anonymous

[lialox]

Gifted Blight AU

Episode Prompto Spoilers. Full story below. :D 

Rating: Teen, but with trigger warnings

Pairings: None. Maybe Promptis or Noctis/Luna if you look hard enough.

An AU where the complications of Prompto’s birth actually causes him to be very sensitive to the sun. (You know why.) The sensitivity doesn’t just show itself in freckles and sun-burnt skin.

It shows itself as cancer. 

The doctors say it’s caused by the UV light from the sun. There’s no cure. His body rapidly heals what the light seems to decay, forcing his cells to grow unnaturally.

Growing up, it was hard for him to make friends. He knew he was going to die, so what was the point? People always acted different and weird when they found out and he hated that.

But Noctis was different. After telling him of his doomed fate, Noctis only gave him a sad, understanding sort of smile and said:

“Some things are just out of our control. Decided before anyone could have a chance to say otherwise. Everyone’s gonna die at some point--only difference is that, some people know when. Might as well live life to the fullest.”

Then he takes the fourth nap he’s had in a day because they’re going fishing early tomorrow morning. Typical Noct, “living life to the fullest”.

Fast forward to the day they leave Insomnia. Despite Prompto’s failing health, the bros think it’s a good idea to have Prompto see as much as he can before... before he can’t anymore.

“Are you sure it’s okay for me to come with?” Prompto asks. He’s playing with his fingers again. “I mean, with my sickness and all.”

“Of course it is,” Noctis replies. “I’ll take you around everywhere I go. It’s good to get out.”

So they take him around Lucis. Through the deserts of Duscae and the rolling hills of Leide. The peaks of Ravatough and the depths of ancient ruins. Prompto records it all in his camera, because he’s not sure if he’ll ever have a chance to see it again. They let him stay, even when Insomnia falls and the Empire is hot on their tail.

Noctis, Ignis and Gladio all do their part in taking care of their friend. 

Until they reach Altissia.

In summary, there are two types of MTs: "Imperials” (Niffs who have been powered by Magitek like cyborgs, or use Magiteknology) and those androids who have “Magitek” in their names and have glowing red eyes. People are not commonly aware of it, but those androids have no organic parts to them.

Not anymore, at least. The process goes like this: A human is infected with the Starscourge at a young age. Starscourge is a parasite that develops this thing called miasma (the thing that blocks out the sun later in the game) within its host. Miasma is then harvested from the people as an energy source, at the expense of their life. This energy is then stored as what we know as a Magitek Core. **Reference**

Verstael has spent his entire life studying this process. His most recent project is focused on being able to transfer the will of a human being into these cores--a process that should be completely feasible. After all, the entirety of a person’s being converts into miasma before it’s placed into a core.

By the time the events of Episode Prompto occurs, he’s on the brink of death. It’s been weeks since he’s had his medication as he’s got all of the signs--all of the worst ones anyways. His vision is blurring, he’s got massive headaches that escalate into seizures and the halls he’s wandering all blend into one. He’s coughing up blood the entire Episode, leaned on the walls for support. It’s a wonder he made it through so far, but he had to. 

His friends are waiting.

Aranea tries to save him, at the part where she’s supposed to. But it’s not the same, because Prompto... Prompto can’t go on anymore. He’s too sick, and no matter how good of a fighter Aranea is, she can’t escape the facility while dragging a near-unconscious body along with her.

So she makes a call, and damn is it one of the hardest things she’s ever done. 

She leaves. Not without leaving some sort of hope though--no, Aranea isn’t that type of person. She hooks him up to some whatever medical equipment she knew how to operate, and disguises him as an MT. A part of her wondered if she even needed to do that in this particular side of the facility. As she turned away she promised him: 

“Listen kid. Hey. Hang on tight, you hear? I’ll be back with back-up, it’s just... things are gonna get ugly from here on out. ...Hey, are you even up? I’m coming back, and I’m counting on you to be here so I’ll have something to come back to.”

Prompto doesn’t--can’t respond. He lies there, on an unsettling operation table trying to contain his pained noises. Then a patrol passes by. The magitek unit doesn’t seem to see him as an enemy. It’s as docile as they come, and Prompto gets one of his brilliantly stupid ideas.

He takes it down. Rips out its core. And gods, does he show his mechanical ingenuity when he hooks up the offline MT into the initializing machinery with an empty core. 

Then, ever so slowly, crashing into various instruments along the way, he makes his way to where the tanks were. Where the “series” he was from were.

It feels like he’s on several levels of inebriated when he steps into one of the tanks. There’s blood dribbling down his chin and, and gods, he can’t stop coughing.

And the gears start to whir. A pale, viscous fluid begins to pool at his feet. 

For a moment, Prompto thought he was going to drown in the fluids that began to fill the tank, but the fear was overwritten by pain as it shot up from his legs first, burning up through his thighs and eating away at his gut like he’d stepped into a pool of acid. He looks down and--oh god, his legs are gone. They’re gone, they’re gone, they’re gone, and all that’s left was a wisp of particles making their way higher, and higher and then there’s ringing in his ears, and he really is choking on that fluid now, and he’s trying to grasp, claw at at his throat but there’s nothing, where are his fingers, and--

Darkness.

It feels like a million years have passed when Prompto’s vision flickers back, and the first thing he sees is himself. Or what looks like him. Then he realizes that it’s impossible for that to be him. He’s looking at a clone. His actual body should’ve faded into miasma.

He takes a deep breath--finds that he can’t... and looks down on to his hands.

They’re made of steel and circuitry. All hard casing and neutral paint.

Prompto almost found humour in the way that a part of him thought he couldn’t do it. Of course he could. He’s the clone of the damned genius who invented all this in the first place.

He’s traded his dying body for an MT’s and he’s never felt better. Now that he can really fight back. Now that he feels nothing at all. 

The first thing thinks of is Noctis. He can finally help him now. He’ll stop being dead weight, and they can stop taking care of him all the time. Finally, he can stop being useless.

Prompto has to find out if Noctis is okay. But now that there’s so much that’s changed, he’s not sure if he can face them anymore. 

The next time he sees Aranea, it’s at a cave just outside the facility and the meeting came with a spear pointed at his throat.

“Aranea?” Prompto blurts out, his voice a mess of static from a damaged voice box. He’s sitting by the fire, back turned to the water’s edge. He hasn’t had the guts to look at his reflection. 

She gives him a similar pep talk to the one they had in game. Of all the tough love Aranea throws at him, one thing in particular struck him right at his heart:

“This is what you wanted, kid. You wanted to help your friends, and for you to do that you gotta live. There’s no shame in wanting to live.”

These words almost carry him to the pinnacle of the Keep, searching for Noctis. He was so intent on helping him from a distance, if he ever saw them. Even with Aranea’s words, he can’t just walk up to Noct as a bucket of bolts. He just can’t.

But it doesn’t go according to plan. Ardyn captures him; binds him in that metal frame. 

Prompto’s screaming at Ardyn to let him go the whole time because the only thing scarier than pain and death, was the thought of Noctis rejecting his existence. His existence, which was now truly nothing but Magitek.

Ardyn finds it hilarious. So he guides the whole gang to Prompto.

When Noctis walks into his cell, he’s furious. There’s fire burning on the ring on his hand and magic flaring within his eyes. 

“Don’t you get fucking tired of the same joke, Ardyn!?” Noctis spits, turning around and looking for cameras. “Where the hell is Prompto?” Silence. The MT on the frame chose not to stir. “WHERE IS HE?”

“Oh, how awful,” the voice on the intercom coed. “You’ve come all this way, only to fail to recognize the very thing you’re looking for. It must hurt your dear friend Prompto’s feelings.” The voice paused, letting the words sink into the frantic mind of Noctis Lucis Caelum. “Isn’t that right? Prompto?”

And when Noctis speaks, he doesn’t sound angry anymore. He sounds broken. “What the hell did you do him?”

They could almost hear the shrug in his voice. “Hm, nothing at all.” And the voice cuts out.

Noctis extends a hand towards the steel mask. Pries it loose. There’s nothing but metal and wiring on this inside. Of course. They’re called “MT” for a reason.

“Prompto?” Noctis whispers.

Prompto hesitates. It’s only after he realizes that he’s got nothing left to lose that he finally replies: “...Noct.” It sounds like a mechanical whimper. If machines could even do that.

Ignis and Gladio gasp behind him as Noctis pries him free from the metal frame. 

Even after all is said and done, his friends still accept him. Prompto wishes he still had the ability to cry.

When he sees the last trace of Noctis disappear into the Crystal, and fires bullet after bullet into the Chancellor’s back, he felt something deep within wrench and twist. His mind clouded with an emotion he couldn’t release and he understood that even a soul on its own could cry.

As it turns out, being an MT was great in the eternal night that followed. Daemons don’t attack him. He could wander around the world with the same--no, even more freedom than he had before, now that he was’t sick. He took on the most dangerous of missions, taking him to the dens of monsters or from one side of Lucis and back. The missions he went on were impossible for a human. The ability to last for days in a world of daemons without food or water became the most valuable thing on Eos.

He’s never done so much in his life, and he’s never been so lonely. 

A decade passes before he finds his best friend again, only to find out that he has to say good bye.

“What will happen to you?” Noctis asks, curled up under a blanket on the caravan’s bed while Prompto is sitting at the floor. The steel of his back scrapes against the wooden structure of the bed. There’s poorly drawn cactuars all over his steel plates. “Once the sun comes back?”

“I’ll be with you every step of the way,” Prompto replies quietly. “Ever at your side. Remember?”

Noctis does remember. The guilt that’s settled deep within him, surfaces once again when he remembers why Prompto chose to do what he did. He remembers that he was the reason why his best friend’s soul was trapped in an empty shell. He remembers that Prompto should’ve died a decade ago, but only stuck around this long to fulfill a promise made in the name of friendship.

He remembers that, despite this world needing so many more people like Prompto, he has to let him go. So he chocks down any final requests he would have, because the only thing he could think of to ask was for Prompto to live.

But, that thought isn’t quite right. It’s not Noctis who has to let go. Prompto’s already gone ahead, but he won’t move on to the next life without Noctis. He’s waiting for him.

When they reach the throne room, Prompto’s shot with a violet orb he couldn’t dodge--and when he wakes up the battle’s just about over. The only thing left to do is for Noctis to deal the final blow.

“Do you still want to take me with you, Noct?” Prompto asks, fiddling with his thumb.

“My mind hasn’t changed.” Noctis holds out his hand.

Prompto reaches up, hand wavering just above his heart. He unclasps a metal lock just under his left shoulder to reveal a glowing, red orb. Carefully, he unscrews it, and it’s released with the hiss of an engine and a satisfying pop. He’s able to place it in Noctis’ palm just before the red of his eyes dim.

He collapses, one knee first in front of his King. Then his entire body slumps down at the steps outside the Citadel.

“Thank you,” Noctis whispers into the core. Every shade of crimson shifted ethereally. This was Prompto. He treated the core with more reverence than the crown treasures of Lucis.

And it was Prompto he held onto when Kings of Lucis raised their blades. It took thirteen to strike him down, but only one gem in his hands to keep him together. Once Noctis stepped into a realm of void, he saw that his friends and family were with him--but only for a moment. 

It was a fleeting image that didn’t dare to stay. Maybe he wanted to see them one last time that he hallucinated them.

But the ones to stay were Prompto and Lunafreya. The two whose bodies have long since gone, but have found ways to stay by his side. They were both eternally in their early twenty’s, young and baby-faced. They make short work of what’s left of Ardyn, shattering him into oblivion where immortals can’t return.

The battle leaves their ethereal forms in shambles; barely pieced together by each other’s light.

“Okay,” Noctis breathes, when all is done. “Okay.” He repeats again, then looks to Luna, then to Prompto. “Let’s go.”

“Uh. Me too?” Prompts’s eyes flickered to Lunafreya. “I don’t wanna third wheel or anything--”

“C’mon,” Noctis rolled his eyes. “I told you I’d take you everywhere I go.”

The astral plane is long and expansive. There’s no end to the possibilities the three of them can do. Now Prompto isn’t the only one waiting, and there’s a feeling of weightlessness within him now that he hasn’t imprisoned himself into a core.

Dawn rises in Eos.

And their souls are freed.

#I forgot what Verstael called his giant robot worm #ffxv au #noctis lucis caelum #prompto argentum #gladiolus amicitia #ignis scientia #prompto #ffxv #aranea highwind #if only I fleshed out my stories huh #look at the multiple cliff hangers this story could've had #i can imagine it as a multi chapter fic #no time though so enjoy #this one definitely came out of nowhere #i didn't expect to write it