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katsu28 · 2 years

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dinner buddies

summary: Eddie can’t make it in time for dinner, so you decide to find someone else to share your cooking with.

warnings: light swearing, so much fluff

a/n: i hope this is good bc i’m quite literally drowning in unfinishable wips right now :') but hi hello i'm back to trying to write after a scarily long bout of self doubt and writer's block! pls enjoy this fluff as my apology <3

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You were half contemplating just turning tail and going back home as you climbed the steps of the Munson’s trailer, arms laden with bags of groceries making it a little harder to keep yourself steady on the creaky stairs.

Eddie was supposed to come to your place for dinner, but had called you from the high school saying that Hellfire Club was running a lot longer than usual and that he might not make it to yours anytime soon, so you were stuck with a fridge full of ingredients for dinner and no one to make it for.

That was, until an idea popped into your head.

So now here you were, standing outside the trailer, knocking on the door to see if Wayne wanted to be your dinner buddy for tonight. You remembered Eddie telling you that Wayne worked the earlier shift on Tuesdays, so you knew he was home. The hard part now was gaining the courage to ask him. It wasn’t like you were scared of Eddie’s uncle, you’d just never really spent time with him without your boyfriend around. But it was something you wanted to change.

Before you could chicken out and turn around, the door swung open slowly to reveal a weary looking Wayne Munson peering out at you.

“Hey, kiddo,” He looked pleasantly surprised to see you, but still confused as to why you were here. “Whatcha doin’ round these parts? Eddie’s not here, if that’s who you’re looking for. Think he might still be with that club of his.”

“Yeah, we were supposed to have dinner but he called me earlier to tell me. I was, um, I was wondering if you’d eaten dinner yet?” You asked timidly, shifting on your feet.

“Oh, I was just gonna heat up some pizza from the other day. Why, what did you have in mind?”

“Do you maybe wanna have dinner together? I was supposed to make spaghetti for Eddie and I, but since he’s held up, I was wondering if I could make it…for you.” Wayne was silent for a moment, and suddenly you weren’t sure if you were overstepping any bounds by showing up here unannounced, so you quickly backtracked. “Only if you want, though. I know you probably had a long day at work and I totally get if you’d rather have some alone time before Eddie comes home—”

“Spaghetti sounds fantastic, kiddo.” He chuckled, opening the door a little wider and reaching out to relieve you of one of the bags in your hands. “Come on in.”

You beamed, shuffling inside and beelining right for the kitchen to drop your stuff on the counter before washing your hands.

Stationing himself at the counter while you prepped and cooked, Wayne kept insisting he help you with something, but after you kept telling him to relax, reluctantly gave up. Instead, he watched you bustle around the tiny kitchen like a whirlwind, occasionally snagging a handful of cheese or a noodle when he thought you weren’t looking. (You noticed every single time, but he thought he was being slick, just like his nephew.)

Wayne was a quiet guy—a lot quieter than his lovably rowdy nephew—but he was good company, entertaining you with countless stories of Eddie when he was younger as you cooked, some of which made you laugh so hard you nearly keeled over. Stories that you’d definitely be using as blackmail against your boyfriend sometime in the future.

Speaking of the future, that was one topic Wayne brought up as you were waiting for the pasta water to boil.

“So…you and Ed, you’ve been together a while,” He said awkwardly, drumming his fingers on the counter. It sounded like he didn’t quite know how to approach the subject, but was trying his best, and you appreciated his effort. “How’s that going?”

You beamed, bobbing your head happily at the mention of your Eddie. “Good! Really good. He’s the best boyfriend a girl could ask for.”

“That’s great to hear. And Ed, he’s treating you good? I have no doubt in my mind that he does, or else I’d whack him upside the head, but I gotta ask.”

“He’s amazing, Wayne. You did an incredible job raising him. He’s always saying how lucky he is that he’s always had you, and he’s right.” You replied earnestly, placing a hand over his. And you meant it. Despite all the ways Eddie could’ve turned out with the things he’d been through, he’d always had one constant in his life.

His uncle.

The man who took him in without a second thought when Eddie’s parents had dropped him on Wayne’s doorstep all those years ago.

The man who worked late nights, odd hours, and shitty jobs just so Eddie could have a decent childhood. Who bought him his first guitar, went to any Corroded Coffin gig that he could, and sat through Eddie’s endless D&D rants—not knowing what the hell he was babbling on and on about, but listened because it made Eddie happy.

The man who was more of a father to him than Eddie’s good-for-nothing jackass of a dad ever was (Eddie’s words, not yours).

You could tell that your words had touched the older man because of the way he fiddled with his fingers—just like Eddie did whenever you said something that made him feel loved.

“Thank you, kiddo.” He said quietly, patting your hand. “Eddie’s lucky to have someone like you lookin’ after him. I guess now I am too, what with this absolute feast you’re making.”

“You’re gonna make me cry, and it’s not gonna be pretty, Wayne!” You let out a watery chuckle, turning to toss the pasta into the now boiling water so the older man wouldn’t see you start to tear up at his kind words.

Soon enough, the whole trailer was filled with a mouthwatering array of smells—rich tomato sauce with garlic and herbs, fresh pasta, buttery garlic bread. Honestly, you wouldn’t be surprised if the entire trailer park was able to smell what you’d cooked.

“This…this looks fantastic, Y/N.” Wayne said softly, blinking down at the steaming plate of food in front of him like he wasn’t quite sure where to start. “Thank you for cooking for this old man.”

“Oh, Wayne, you’re not that old,” You chided, passing him a hearty piece of garlic bread. “And it was my pleasure. I really like to cook, and Eddie really likes to eat, so…”

Wayne gave an all-knowing grin, shaking his head fondly. “Don’t I know it. I used to be worried that boy would eat us out of house and home when he was younger. Still do, honestly. Ed’s got a black hole for a stomach, I swear.”

“Wonder where he gets it from?” You snickered, to which Wayne let out a booming laugh that pleasantly surprised you.

“You’re a real spitfire, aren’t ya, kiddo?”

“I like to see it as Eddie rubbing off on me,” You shrugged. “Which he probably got from you. So really, who’s to blame here?”

The older man sighed overdramatically, bowing his head in mock defeat. “That would be me, I assume.”

“I won’t confirm nor deny that statement.” You smiled sweetly, picking up your fork. “Dig in!”

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You’d both finished your food and were exchanging more Eddie stories by the time you heard heavy footsteps pounding up the stairs outside. Then the door banged open loudly, Eddie’s slightly winded and panicked voice filling the trailer immediately.

“Speak of the devil,” Wayne sighed, barely heard over his nephew’s incomprehensible rambling. You stifled a laugh at his faux exasperation. “I can’t understand a word you’re sayin’, Ed!”

“Sorry I can’t stay long, Uncle Wayne, I’m already super late and Y/N’s—” Eddie came to a screeching halt when he spotted you sitting across the table from his uncle, both of you with empty plates in front of you. “...here. She’s—you’re here. What—hi, sweetheart.”

“Hi Eds!” You chirped, pushing back your chair to come greet him with a kiss on the cheek.

He accepted your kiss welcomingly, arms sliding around your waist in an automatic hug like they always did when he saw you. “What’re you doing here?”

“Hangin’ out with Wayne. We’re dinner buddies now.” You said it so casually, like it was a common thing for you to hang out with his uncle when Eddie wasn’t there. Eddie’s gaze slipped over to Wayne, who just nodded back.

“Hello to you too, boy,” He grumbled, but there was a small smile on his face nonetheless.

“Hi Uncle Wayne.” Eddie mumbled sheepishly, tugging at the collar of his shirt. “I would say sorry I’m late, but you seem to have found some better company.”

“Come sit down, baby, I’ll get you some food,” You nudged him towards the table, stifling a giggle at the way he tripped over his own boots in his haste to kick them off and hurry to take a seat. “Seconds, Wayne? There’s more than enough here. Probably even enough to last you both a few meals.”

“I couldn’t possibly eat any more, kiddo, but thank you.” Wayne sighed, patting his stomach for good measure. Eddie squinted at his uncle, then you, then back at Wayne in pure confusion. “You just gonna stare at me, or d’you got somethin’ you wanna say?”

“Did you—did she come over here on her own, or did you call her?”

“Now how would I call her, Ed? She came here ‘round seven, sayin’ that you were held up and asked if I wanted to have dinner together. Obviously, I’m not one to say no to a nice home cooked dinner, so I said yes.”

Eddie couldn’t help the wide grin that broke his face, casting a glance over at you at the stove scooping some pasta onto a plate for him and feeling his heart grow three sizes in his chest. God, you really were the most perfect person alive.

“Here you go, love.” You slid the hearty plate of food in front of him, pressing a kiss to the side of his head before settling back into your seat. “Now, what were we talking about before this one barged in?”

“I believe I was telling you how Ed used to run around with his pants on his head.”

“Hey!” Eddie spluttered through a mouthful of garlic bread, gawking at his uncle incredulously. “That’s so not cool!”

“Hush, eat your dinner, boy.”

Eddie turned to you with wide eyes. “Baby, don’t believe a word he says, he—”

“Listen to Wayne, Eds, eat your spaghetti.” You hummed sweetly, patting his knee with a smile.

“You guys are so mean to me.”

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Later, after Eddie had finished huffing and puffing about ‘my girl and my uncle ganging up on me’ and devoured two more plates of food (bottomless pit for a stomach, indeed), dinner had been packed away with firm instructions from you on how to reheat it the best way. The dishes were done and drying, leaving Wayne to retire outside to the porch for a smoke.

The second the door swung shut behind him, Eddie all but tackled you, sweeping you into his arms and planting a messy kiss on your lips. You let out a surprised noise, but instantly returned it with much fervor, brain on autopilot. His hands splayed across the expanse of your back, pulling you as close as possible to him whilst you kissed, while yours clutched at his biceps to ground yourself.

It was hard not to get lost in Eddie when he kissed you, with how much of himself and his love for you he poured into them. Sometimes felt like you’d float away if he kissed you for too long. You wouldn’t exactly mind it too much, to be honest.

“What was that for?” You asked incredulously after he’d pulled away, bringing your hands from his arms to his shoulders to steady yourself after his kiss had chased the breath right out of your chest.

“I love you so much.” He said earnestly, pressing another peck to your lips as if to reinforce his proclamation.

“I love you too, Eds. You know that.”

“I do! I do. I just—” He let out a dreamy sigh, squeezing your hip. “Thank you.”

“For loving you?” You giggled, reaching up to brush a stray inky curl out of his face.

“No—well, yeah. But for everything. For loving me so good like you do, for thinking of Wayne when I’m not here. For being the girl of my dreams.” Eddie continued, looking more serious than you’d ever seen him before. “My perfect, sweet girl, always takin’ care of us. Should hurry up and marry you now before you come to your senses and run for the hills, shouldn’t I?”

“Oh, stop it, you kiss ass,” You huffed playfully, slapping his chest lightly.

“I think Uncle Wayne would agree. He might love you more than he loves me now.”

You laughed at that. “You’re so dramatic, baby. You’re his family, of course he loves you more.”

“I dunno ‘bout that anymore, not after today. Hell, you made him a gourmet meal, sweetheart! I’ve never made him a home cooked meal. Not like that, anyways. Most of my stuff ends up tossed out so we don’t get food poisoning.”

“It’s the thought that counts, right?”

“That’s what I say! He doesn’t see it that way though. Always grumbling about how I’m trying to send him to an early grave,” Eddie pouted childishly.

“You are trying to send me to an early grave, boy!” Wayne’s voice came drifting in through the open window, to which Eddie swore. “Don’t act like you’re not dyin’ to get rid of me!” You both knew he was just poking fun at his nephew, but Eddie rolled his eyes, burrowing deeper into your embrace to alleviate his hurt ego.

“Aw, did baby boy’s feelings get hurt?” You teased, squishing his cheeks together until his lips puckered almost comically. He struggled to still look upset, but it was no use with the way you were looking at him right now. Your smile turned his over exaggerated pout into a soft smile of his own. To him, your smile could make the clouds disappear on a dreary day.

“Super hurt.” He nodded, mock serious. “Know what would make me feel better?”

“I think I can guess, but tell me anyway.”

“A kiss.”

“Another one?!”

“Yes, another one!” Eddie huffed, shuffling the two of you over to the kitchen counter, where he nudged you onto the countertop with ease. “There’s no such thing as too many kisses in this relationship, sweetheart. Unlimited kisses or I’ll die. You don’t want me to die, do you?”

“I guess not.”

“You guess? C’mere, you little minx,” He growled playfully, pressing his lips against yours firmly. You were quick to sink into his kiss yet again, cupping his face in your hands to bring him even closer. And while Eddie always kissed you like he was trying to let you know how much he loved you, this one felt different. This one felt a little more special, and you wanted to bask in it for as long as you could.

As long as you could turned out to be not very long at all, the loud thwack of the front door banging against the wall breaking through the silence.

“Alright, simmer down, you two. I don’t need no mini Munsons runnin’ around anytime soon,” Wayne chided, very clearly back from his night smoke. “Still takin’ care of this one over here.”

“Uncle Wayne!” Eddie groaned, cheeks flaming hot under your fingertips. The older Munson merely waved his hand aimlessly in response, shuffling toward the bathroom and muttering something about how the two of you better take your lovey dovey party into Eddie’s room before he got back from getting ready for bed. Eddie squeezed his eyes shut in embarrassment, letting his forehead thunk against your shoulder miserably. “I’m sorry about him. He’s—”

“He’s just like you, Eds.” You said softly, smoothing a fond hand along his curls. Eddie made an indignant noise. “Funny, caring, heart of gold. Rough exterior but a total teddy bear on the inside?”

“I’m definitely better looking though.”

“Yeah, yeah, of course you are,” You rolled your eyes playfully, to which he whisked you off the countertop with a growled hmph, marching the two of you down the hall to his room to toss you onto his bed like you were a sack of flour.

The rest of the night was spent talking, telling Eddie embarrassing stories of yourself when you were younger to remedy the ones that Wayne had told you about him. Sleepy whispered I love you’s pressed against each other’s skin right before you fell asleep wrapped in his arms, just the way you liked it.

Soon enough, you popping over to the trailer to hang out with Wayne more often became a frequent thing, Eddie many times returning home to see the two of you sitting on the couch outside on the porch or huddled around the kitchen table, sipping hot drinks while telling each other more embarrassing stories about him. And although he wasn’t too keen on his uncle telling you about all the times he used to run around naked as a kid, he really did enjoy seeing the two most important people in his life growing closer.

Even if it did result in him being unfairly ganged up on at times.

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chycoin · 2 months

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HUGE SPOILER AHEAD!!!

Watch “TRASH FRIENDS” before reading. If you haven’t watched it and still read this, pls don’t say I didn’t warn you 🫠👍

Just watched “TRASH FRIENDS” and the thumbnail really made me think this was going to be an episode focusing on the way Mario has been treated by Smg4 and his friends (at least that’s how I see it) but I wasn’t expecting an episode about Smg3’s insecurities and fears (mostly insecurities)

I really was caught lacking because I was expecting something and I got the opposite lmao. I should be familiar with this guy’s content already and know that the only thing expected from these episodes is the unexpected xD, but anyways back to talking about the video.

In previous episodes we see that he gets a little bit of customers such as in the episode “You used to be cool” and “CEO OF RIZZ” but in this last mentioned episode he tries to advertise his café after Boopkins’s date works out in the end and so does the same in “SMG4’s NEWS.”

At first you think “Maybe he wants more than what he has” but after watching this episode you realize he’s actually struggling with his business and last weeks episode you change your view from his actions and see him as more desperate rather than greedy after watching this latest ep.

Constantly trying to get more people into his café and taking every single chance he can see to advertise no matter the place or time, like life depends on it.

And talking about chances ._.xD

(This goober losing the video to a basketball, I’m dead😭)

Smg4 comes to this guy’s café for his help to get his “Michael Jordan Endorsement Video” back because boi lost it and he wants Smg3’s help because their “FRIENDS”

Of course Smg3 saw this as a chance to advertise his café because HOLY SHIT MICHAEL JORDAD!!! A famous basketball player that anyone would want to have the chance to meet and that’s a chance that Smg3 is willing to take because it means his business would BLOW UP *someone throws them a chair*

Btw when Mario shows up to offer his help, I expected Smg4 to be more happy that he has his avatar buddy always trying to help him but instead…

Don’t get me wrong, I know they got a little weirded out about the fact that Mario is a regular around the Junkyard due to him eating at that location but still, that dialogue still sort of hurt me man qwp

But anyways back to my review of this episode and giving my acoustic povs that nobody asked for.

They arrive at the junkyard and after being there for 5 seconds, they find the legendary pokemon that goes by the name of “Michael Jordan Endorsement Video” (sorry for my weak ass jokes, I just woke up and my humor is a little broken rn)

After having the video on sight, Mario pulls a Yoshi and beats the crap out of the spaghetti plate where the video so happened to land on, in one go. Obviously, causing the other two to try and force the USB out of him but both failed as Mario did a BLJ through the trash and forcing 3 & 4 to dig through everything to find him.

Now… the part I was dying to talk about and hopefully I can let out my thoughts the proper way.

As the two spend an entire evening just digging through trash, they start a friendly conversation until Smg4 touches the Smg3’s CnB topic which causes Smg3 to get nervous and lie about everything being fine because he has something that every human being has unfortunately, ✨I N S E C U R I T I E S✨.

Which I understand because bruh, 3’s been seen as a bad copy of 4 who’s the total opposite of him for a good piece of his life, if not his ENTIRE existence and now that’s he’s going through a change in his life for the better, he’s going to face a lot of these insecurity episodes because he’s so used to being seen as the bad guy, the bad copy, The Villain. Always people seeing what 4 does and never looking what 3 does which got him into that dark path.

Is like the Sun and the Moon kind of thing. The Sun (Smg4) can shine the brightest while the moon (Smg3) is just a floating rock shining the least. I’ll bring this up again at the end of the review.

But yeah, Smg3 has insecurities and is more shown when they reach the entrance of Mario’s hiding spot.

-Part 2 🫠👍-

#smg4 #smg4 review #smg3 #smg4 smg3 #I wasn’t planning for this to be a 2 part thing

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luvfy0dor · 4 months

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hiii feel free to ignore this but can i request sfw alphabets with akutagawa pls 😭 have a good day!!

Akutagawa Ryuunosuke SFW Alphabet ੈ✩‧₊˚

Description; Alphabetical fluff prompts with Akutagawa Ryuunosuke

Warnings; not proof read at all

A/n; AHHHH Ive always wanted to do an alphabet like this. Sorry if I characterized him weirdly.

A - Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) ★

Akutagawa isn't very affectionate, but he'll absolutely hold hands or lock pinkies with you in public. At home he likes having his arm around your waist while he sits on the couch or in bed with you; touching you in some way reassures him that you are infact there with him.

B - Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) ★

The friendship would have to start in either childhood or the port mafia. Having Akutagawa as your best friend includes him looking out for you. It's not really weird, it just proves how caring he is deep down and how much he wants you to stay around him.

C - Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) ★

He likes it. Depending on his mood he might even verbally initiate it. "I want to cuddle. Sit down and cuddle with me, please." He's rather blunt and he knows you'll oblige 99% of the time, so why not just go for it? When he cuddles, Akutagawa likes laying on top of you, head pressed against your chest while he listens to your heartbeat. Sometimes he'll be the big spoon, but he likes being the little spoon for the most part.

D - Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How good are they at cooking or cleaning?) ★

He's given domestic life a thought and he wouldn't mind it. It's just not something he's outwardly seeking at the moment. Should he fulfill his goals such as proving to Dazai that he's not weak; yeah, maybe, but it's not his top priority. When it comes to cooking and cleaning, he's actually not horrible. I think he can make some basic foods spaghetti or pancakes, but if you're trying to have a fillet mignon for dinner don't rely on him. He's pretty good at cleaning. He knows what chemicals to keep separated and which ones are okay to use together. He dislikes doing dishes though, even if you own a dishwasher he'll grimace while trying to hold bowls in certain ways that won't splash him with water.

E - Ending (If they had to break up with a partner, how would they do it?) ★

If it was a conclusion he came to on his own that he didn't want to be with you anymore, it would be blunt and in person. He'd probably distance himself for a while beforehand while coming to the conclusion because even he knows that it's not something that just happens over night. He would ask you to meet up with him and immediately say something along the lines of "I don't want this relationship any longer. Things between us are done."

F - Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How do they feel about getting married?) ★

He's not going to be in a relationship with someone unless he feels like they're 100% not leaving. He'll be committed to you for sure, though. When it comes to getting married, it probably hasn't crossed his mind. He's not against it, but like settling down it's not his top priority. He can love you just as much without the fancy title.

G - Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) ★

Akutagawa is rather gentle but if he gets worked up he'll be pretty harsh and say stuff he really doesn't mean out of anger. But physically he's pretty gentle for the most part.

H - Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) ★

I think he likes hugs but it takes a while for him to actively seek them out. He doesn't hug you very often, but he doesn't push you away when you hug him. Hugging him is like hugging a thun memory foam pillow that you stuck in the fridge for a solid ten minutes. He's pretty stiff when you hug him, but the more often he hugs you it becomes more natural and flowy.

I - I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) ★

Part of me thinks he would say it way to fast but the other part of me thinks he'd hold off for a really long time. I think he'd say it whenever he came to the realization that he loves you. He doesn't dwell on whether he says it too quickly, he just says it.

J - Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?) ★

He gets jealous pretty quickly. When he is he'll probably confront you about it, but he's quick to take your reassurance for the most part. It's really not about trust but more about wanting your attention wholly.

K - Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) ★

Akutagawa kisses you passionately, sometimes roughly and others as gently as a feather falling to the ground. No kiss is meaningless to him. He likes to kiss your lips and in between your eyebrows. He likes to be kissed on his nose and lips.

L - Little Ones (How are they around children?) ★

Akutagawa isn't terrible with children, he knows how to take care of them. He's not going to willingly play with barbie dolls or matchbox cars though, the kid would have to convince him. He's rather awkward around them.

M - Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) ★

Mornings with Akutagawa probably consist of sleepy cuddling. I don't think he's much of a morning person and definetly prefers to stay in the comfort of you shared bed, under the blankets with him. But, he is the type of man that will share a morning routine with you- brushing your teeth together, skincare (I think if you asked him to do it with you, he would after light resisting), getting dressed, etc.

N - Night (How are nights spent with them?) ★

I think nights are relatively similar when it comes to routines. He would participate with you and when you both slip under the covers he'd probably sit and read for a while before actually settling down and sleeping.

O - Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) ★

Akutagawa, to me atleast, is emotionally an open book. But when it comes to his past he would probably wait a while to reveal things slowly. His past is more vulnerable to him than his emotions he feels.

P - Patience (How easily angered are they) ★

It really depends. He'd have a little more patience when if comes to you, but he's relatively short tempered.

Q - Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) ★

He remembers little details and he absolutely relies on them when it comes to gift giving and stuff like that. He remembers everything.

R - Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?) ★

The moment you accepted his confession. He loves it so much because it marks the start of everything. He loves celebrating anniversaries.

S - Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) ★

He's pretty protective, he doesn't want to see you hurt, like any partner wouldn't. He protects you via keeping you away from Port Mafia affairs. Him being protected is tricky because I think it would make him feel kinda weak, but at the same time he might like it once every now and again.

T - Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks) ★

He puts effort into gifts like no other. He really wants to make sure it's something you love and then bashfully watch you open it. His idea of putting effort into dates is making a reservation for a nice restaurant, so in his eyes he puts heaping piles of effort in.

U - Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) ★

He's unintentionally snappy sometimes or he comes off the wrong way. He's also always messing with the thermostat and he leaves laundry in the drier until he absolutely needs the clothes or someone else moves it.

V - Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) ★

He's relatively concerned with them, he likes dressing a certain way and for his hair to be specific lengths, but he's not obsessed with them.

W - Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?) ★

No. He can get by on his own, he loves you very very much, but he understands that you're a luxury. He's attached to you but he knows you're not a necessity like water or food.

X - Xtra (A random headcannons for them.) ★

He moves around a lot in his sleep. He kicks and rolls and everything. Some days you might wake up looking like you tried settling beef with Stone Cold Steve Austin.

Y - Yuck (What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?) ★

He doesn't like unreliable people or liars, if you say you'll do something for him, then he expects you to follow through. If you tell him something, it should be the truth. There's no reason for lying, especially in a relationship.

Z - Zzz (What's a sleep habit of theirs?) ★

He kicks a lot like I said, and he would prefer to sleep with one of those fuzzy, high quality animal print throw blankets than a comforter. He likes to sleep in warm rooms, not too hot not too cold.

A/n; I'm gonna be so fr I kinda struggled with this one. Akutagawa is interesting to write for but I'm not sure he's my favorite.

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pantoneyoongi · 5 months

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neon signs | interlude: welcome to the family

title ; interlude: welcome to the family pairing ; campus crush!yoongi x campus crush!you

notes ;

this is part of the neon signs drabble series, where drabbles are released in random order (but listed chronologically in the masterlist!)

series description ;

namjoon doesn’t think it can get any clearer outside of yoongi building a giant neon sign saying i have the absolute biggest crush on you but apparently, book smarts don’t exactly translate when it comes to you and your massive crush on min yoongi. (alternatively: namjoon and hoseok try for three years straight to get you and yoongi together.)

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tags ; everybody say hi taehyung, fluff as per usual, i don’t know a dam thing about architecture courses so pls don’t come for me, pls go to masterlist for more / general tags

hoseok is a popular guy. you know it, yoongi knows it, namjoon knows it. even hoseok knows it, though he’ll just tell you that he likes to make friends.

despite his popularity, hoseok doesn’t often introduce his wide variety of friends to your little group. mostly it’s just because you all know yoongi is actively averse to making new friends, but also because the four of you spend most of your time together anyway, so if hoseok’s hanging out with someone else, it’s because the rest of you are busy.

that’s how you know hoseok is exceptionally fond of taehyung, because he introduces taehyung like he’s a new pet. “meet taehyung!” he beams, arms out, presenting his friend.

yoongi looks bored. namjoon is nonplussed. and you stare curiously at the bright-eyed boy standing next to hoseok.

taehyung waves. you wave back and he lights up. he’s cute, earnest, and entirely unbothered by the lackluster response from the rest of your friends, but thoroughly pleased with the attention you offer. “nice to meet you, taehyung,” you smile.

“he’s my little,” hoseok announces.

namjoon furrows his eyebrows. “you’re not in a frat, hobi.”

hoseok blinks back. “is that only for frats?”

namjoon squints a little. “i - i think so?”

“huh,” hoseok mutters. “well - i’ve adopted him anyway.”

your mouth twists as you try to hide a smile. you stick out a hand. “welcome to the family, taehyung.”

taehyung’s eyes gleam when he takes your hand, and that serves as namjoon’s first and only warning that this can only end in chaos.

namjoon doesn’t know what it is. a decade’s worth of friendship with you, and this - he’s sure he’ll never figure this out. he truly does not know what it is about taehyung that brings out the most unhinged parts of you, and quite frankly, at this point, he doesn’t really want to know.

“spaghetti. you are literally using spaghetti-” namjoon’s sentence crumbles into an exasperated noise, throwing his hands in the air before he flings himself onto his bed, which yoongi for once isn’t occupying the free horizontal space. he’s instead sitting in hoseok’s chair, looking like the math meme lady, trying to figure out what you and taehyung are doing.

“there is method to the madness,” you drone, as taehyung helps you build your spaghetti-house-design-thing. you’ve done weirder things for class, you don’t know why namjoon thinks this is the weirdest. probably because taehyung also brought spaghetti sauce, which, yeah, admittedly not usually a part of the process.

“you could paint with it,” taehyung had suggested when he first walked through the door, and since you’ve decided you kind of adore taehyung, you just let him run with it. but you’re definitely not painting your dry spaghetti building with spaghetti sauce.

he gets an A for effort though.

yoongi still looks deeply confused, though he’s starting to eye the spaghetti sauce a little more suspiciously now. namjoon knows you well enough to mostly be convinced that you won’t actually use it, but yoongi on the other hand has never seen you as giggly and scheming as you’ve been around taehyung, so he’s not so sure.

the good news is, you seem less heart-eyes about taehyung and more just sheerly fascinated by the way his brain works, which yoongi considers a win compared to the way you are around seokjin. besides, it’s hard not to like taehyung. it’s like watching a toddler discover new things.

taehyung helps you put together your project, careful and earnest. you’ve enlisted taehyung’s help mostly because namjoon is prone to snapping spaghetti in half, and since yoongi helped you blueprint the concept in the first place, you won’t let him get anywhere near the actual build. you helped a lot already, you’d insisted, so yoongi’s been relegated to babysitting duty - aka, keeping an eye on taehyung as he glues and tapes and pieces things together.

taehyung doesn’t really need much help. he’s quite good at following instructions, so yoongi keeps getting distracted by you, instead.

you’re pretty when you’re focused. you’re pretty all the time, but the way you narrow in on details, the way you bite your lip and your eyebrows pinch in as you steadily put together your project - yoongi has a hard time keeping his eyes from straying back to you. you’re serious about your studies, even if they come in the form of spaghetti architecture.

your eyes lift away from your building to find his, and he freezes, caught in the act. he doesn’t even realize he’s holding his breath until you smile at him, eyes tired but happy. your hair’s a mess and you’ve got tools and boxes and glue all around you but he lets out the breath he’d been holding, smiling softly back at you, too. he gives you a tiny, encouraging thumbs up. you’re doing well.

your eyes crinkle in the corners, pleased, and even when you’ve got bags under eyes and you’re in a ratty old sweater, and there’s still that concerning jar of spaghetti sauce beside you, yoongi’s heart trips all over itself because of you.

the project is finished at nearing six in the morning. somewhere around one or two in the morning, the boys had started taking thirty minute shifts, rotating to help you while the others took a nap. you stayed awake through it all, insistent on overseeing your project, giving them instructions on what goes where, in which direction, using what tool. they listen carefully, but the longer you’re up, the more delirious you get, and at some point the communication is largely weak, sleepy hand gestures more than actual words.

but it’s done. it’s done, and you hit the floor so fast, taehyung has barely just enough time to catch you and slip a pillow under your head.

yoongi’s eyes blink open slowly. he stirs when he realizes you’re no longer sitting upright, but his brain isn’t running on all engines, and he can only register that taehyung is grabbing a throw from the foot of hoseok’s bed to lay over you. yoongi watches taehyung pull the blanket up to your chin, before he’s curling up on the floor too, out cold in seconds.

yoongi’s gaze slides back over to you. he glances at taehyung, and from yoongi’s spot opposite the two of you on the ground, he can also see namjoon and hoseok snoring away in their beds. his eyes turn back to you, finally sleeping peacefully as the beginnings of the morning light start to filter through the window.

taehyung’s nice, yoongi decides. sweet, like you, if a little unorthodox. but the most important is that, like everyone else you’ve let get close to you, he takes care of you. even if it means staying up till six in the morning, gluing together spaghetti on the floor of a cramped dorm room.

and that’s pretty okay, yoongi thinks.

series masterlist ; neon signs

taglist ; @thelilbutifulthings @bbsantc @chickentenderx @taegijns @princxssly82 @manuosorioh @sugaluvmyg @medicinemybish

#yoongi x you #yoongi x reader #yoongi fluff #yoongi x yn #yoongi x y/n #series: nsyg #sugaluvmyg #im ngl i kinda love namjoon in this series too like he's just so over it all the time LOOL #sorry for the slow updates everyone :( pls enjoy this tiny interlude

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quodekash · 1 year

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I HAVE ICE TEA, TIME FOR EPISODE 2 im so scared

iMMEDIATE winnysatang. i love them but i genuinely dont understand why it couldnt be seanmaitee.

im gonna rewatch simm after this and write an essay about why seanmaitee should be together, just in case theres anyone who doesnt believe me

i have so many mixed emotions rn

i love them both so much

and there's no hatred towards them at all because theyre just the actors, not the ones in charge

and i do love winnysatang and i love the chemistry they have with each other

and theyre both so pretty

and bc theyre the same actors they make me think of soundwin and soundwin make me infinitely happy

but theyre not soundwin, theyre sean and nay

and sean is desperately in love with maithee, he has been for the entire series

and, as far as we know, in canon, sean and nay have literally never interacted so why are they suddenly sticking to each others sides??? why isnt sean sticking to maitee's side?? he's always at maitee's side, always has his arm around him, always looking at him. why did his character suddenly have to change once msp came out, just for winnysatang fanservice??

is this neurodivergent backpack-holding i see here?

"i told you to wear warm clothes" "well i wanted you to hug me more" NO YOU DONT UNDERSTAND, THATS SO STINKING CUTE

bro theyre so in love

theyre so in love

how are they so in love

i love them

wait a sec (lmao win/nay in that screenshot looks great)

dont tell me naysean are gonna share a tent

that doesnt make sense even without considering the ships

sean and maitee are clearly the bestest of friends

even if you were to argue that the constant arms around each other is entirely platonic, it feels a lot like a close-friends-been-close-forever-dont-want-to-let-go-and-lose-you kinda thing, so wouldnt you expect them to share a tent?????

idk man

sean captaincy reigns supreme

dang it

GOSH DARNNIT PART OF ME KINDA LIKES THE NAYSEAN

going from two people who barely know each other because of a mutual friend and then they meet for the first time and theres like immediate attraction and yadda yadda storyline

i still think i prefer seanmaithee tho

hmm

perhaps nayseanmaitee

then everyone's happy

how is he so pretty

and gender

gimme the gender pls

i want it

seriously, the GENDER ON THIS MAN

THE WAY HE DOES THE GENDER

...okay im starting to believe the naysean storyline

but i still want seanmaitheeeeeee

nayseanmaitee is still a strong contender tho

sean, honey, you're not subtle

"i love him even more, every day" kluen, i love you so much. he's so whipped. hes so in love. it makes me the happy

I CANT EXPLAIN IT, BUT KLUEN'S OBNOXIOUS (not in a bad way) AND UNAPOLOGETIC LOVE FOR NUEA IS SO FREAKING SWEET AND WONDERFUL AND INCREDIBLE AND I LOVE HIM SO SO SO SO SO MUCH

"or i might have been with someone new already" "then id be happy for you that you found good love" "that means you must be happy for me now" "why?" "because i found my very good love already" GI3U4EJRBGJKREBDGKHRE

LITLE KISSE

THEY DO THE LITLE KISSE

HAPPY

HAPPY LITLE KISSE

MAKE ME THE HAPPY

NOT LITLE KISSE

LONGE KISSE

LONGE KISSE HAPPY

MAKE ME THE HAPPY

what im tryna say is i love them

"i dont like spaghetti" exCUSE ME MAITHEE?? I PICCOLI ITALIANI CHE ABITANO NEL MIO CERVELLO SONO FURIOSI

PERCHÉ NON TI PIACE GLI SPAGHETTI??

É MERAVIGLIOSO

VAFFANCULO

TI VOGLIO BENE, MA NON MI PIACI AL MOMENTO

"when did you guys stop fighting" che???? what do you mean by that?? what happened between them??????? ANSWERS PLS

omg this started like 40 minutes ago. ive only just finished 1/4. what the hell is wrong with me

nuea and kluen are so freaking in love i love it what the hell

"sean, go wake them up" OH NO, SEAN'S CAPTAINCY OF THE SHIP HAS FINALLY TURNED TO A CURSE

NOT LIKE THIS, MY FRIEND

TRUST ME GUYS, YOU DO NOT WANNA OPEN THAT TENT

lmao they pushed it onto phoon, nice

BVRHKDBFGHJR THIS IS SO FUNNY

i was pretty sure they were awake already (how the hell could one person sleep through the racket those guys were making. even if one of them slept through that, the other would like poke them and say 'we gotta wake up'

iS PRINCE THERE???

PLS

I WANNA SEE PRINCEFAH

GOSH FREAKING DARNNIT

altho the way that thats worded it sounds like he died lmao

lmao nuea and kluen just left them

PHOON LEFT TOO

NAYSEANMAITEE???

dang it just naysean

NUEAKLUEN AND NAYSEANMAITHEE

i refuse to give up on this dream

seanmaitee get together or i. die.

MINPHOOOOOOOON i love them so much

i love nuea and phoon's friendship its so wholesome and pure

everything in this show is so pure

i love it

NO WHY AM I SMILING

ITS BC I LOVE WINNYSATANG

GOSH DARNNIT IM SUPPOSED TO BE ONE OF THE BIGGEST SEANMAITHEE ADVOCATES WHY AM I FALLING INTO THE TRAP

ITS BC WINNYSATANG (and thereby soundwin) AND ITS ALSO BC NAYSEANMAITEE

THAT IS ALL

nueakluen are so in love i love them

how many times have i said that today

probably too many

its fine

oH MY GOSH

CHE CAVOLO

IM DYING

IM FREAKING DYING

A SUNFLOWER RING???

i think im gonna cry

no thats a lie

i know im gonna cry, for sure

WHAT THE HELLLLLL

THIS IS SO FREAKING SWEET

HES SO DRAMATIC

IN THE BEST WAY

I LOVE HIM

HE DID LITTLE GRABBY HANDS GHRBGHBHR

just like me with his gender

*grabby hands* gimme

"THERES A SUNFLOWER AND A STAR" I CANT WITH THEM

BROOOOOOO

"what are you talking about" nuea, it was pretty clear. i think he just proposed to you. or like some kind of statement like 'we're absolutely getting married, that's happening'

i think theyve had a conversation about this in the past. idk if it happened in canon (i dont think it did?????) but it feels like theyve had The Marriage Conversation before

same

LITLE KISSE

lift and walk back into their room lmao

captain is disappointed in his crew

"nuea, ive been rooting for you since high school" nay was the one tending at the docks or whatever and then the ship started sailing and the only one on the boat was sean and he was like 'ah shoot i better figure out how to make a ship not sink now'

i think im getting lost in the metaphor

what im tryna say is even tho nay's been there since high school, sean is still the captain

"should we jsut go to their room?" "let's go" GUYS WAIT NO-

THIS IS MAKING ME HAPPIER THAN I CAN POSSIBLY EXPRESS

MY BOYS

THEYRE FINALLY HAPPY

THEY FINALLY FIGURED IT OUT

THEYRE IN LOVE AND THEYRE HAPPY AND THEYRE TOGETHER AND SOMEONE HELP ME IM GOING TO EXPLODE

LONGE KISSE

HAPPY LONGE KISSE

I HAVE THE HAPPY

THAT'S WHAT WE MUST LEARN

WHETHER ITS SAD OR HAPPY

LET IT HAPPEN NATURALLY

WE MIGHT NEED DESTINY, WE MIGHT NEED TO SAY A PRAYER, WE MIGHT NEED TIME, I STILL NEED TO DISCOVER

LOVE MENTIONED IN A SONG, LET IT PLAY, ONE DAY WE'LL KNOW, JUST LET IT GROW

sorry the msp brainrot is too strong

THE FREAKING FLASHBACKS WHAT THE HELL

THAT WAS WONDERFUL

FREAKING INCREDIBLE

okay now i need to prepare myself for the eclipse preview

goodness gracious im not gonna be okay

im already Not At All Okay, but its gonna be worse in a sec

sorry i just need to take some deep breaths

aaaaaaaaaaaa

okay im ready

(im not ready but i have to watch this)

oh holy hell im already about to have a breakdown

theyre on bikes

they have HATS with the SYMBOL on them

I WANT THOSE HATS

THEYRE STARING AT EACH OTHER INTENTLY

THEYRE SO FREAKING IN LOVE

THEYRE KISSING

akk's waking up from a dream

"are you up, shortstop" HANG ON DID THEY SWITCH THE NICKNAMES????

"shortstop my *ss. you're shortstop" THATS WHAT I SAID

oh nooooo pls dont do a wat/sani thing, pls

do wat/namo

i want puwin's characters to be happy and gay

and sani is a teacher

its problematic

i mean it could be worse but i dont like it

OMG KAN STARING AT THUA

"i thought you wouldnt come" UM FLASHBACKS FROM THAT LINE??? JEEZ THAT SCARED ME

omg cowboy hats

cowboys

i love them

help

im not good

help help

my boys

THEY KISSE

HEEEEEELLLLLPPPP

THOSE LIKE 30 SECONDS ARE GONNA MAKE ME CRY HARDER THAN THE FREAKING SUNFLOWER RING

im rewatching that every single day

help

NEXT WEEK

THEYRE COMING BACK NEXT WEEK

IDK WHAT TO DO WITH MY ARMS AND HANDS

I HAVE TO KEEP TAKING THEM AWAY FROM MY KEYBOARD TO STIM

HELP

AKKAYAN ARE COMING BACK

AND SO ARE THUAKAN

AND IM GONNA GET TO SEE MY WIFE AGAIN

AND THE COMFORT CHARACTER THAT IS WAT

AND THE COMFORT CHARACTER THAT IS KAN

AND THE COMFORT CHARACTER THAT IS THUA

AND THE COMFORT CHARACTER THAT IS SANI AKA MY WIFE

AND THE COMFORT CHARACTER THAT IS AKK

AND THE COMFORT CHARACTER THAT IS AYE

WOAH BIG SURPRISE THEYRE ALL MY COMFORT CHARACTERS BECAUSE ITS MY COMFORT SHOW

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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genjishimemeda · 3 months

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the following is an adventure i went on

i have been twisting HR's arm for a while to get me a gift card i was owed for selling the most lottery in the division. it was supposed to be mailed to me at the start of december, but they opted to just use the store credit card to buy me a gift card.

i chose a gamestop gift card

i then used said gamestop gift card to buy a PS5 controller, pikmin 4, and, importantly, a copy of ffvii remake intergrade because i had the PS4 version

they didn't have intergrade at the physical gamestop so i said ok i'll buy it online. the girl at gamestop, for whatever reason, said i should not buy it on the gamestop website because she only saw one copy company-wide and "if someone's order processes before yours, you won't get it."

i said "ok" and figured, my boyfriend wanted to buy me something for christmas but because he's in sweden and i'm in the US, he couldn't buy me anything directly and had to send me paypal money. my paypal is currently defunct because i owe money due to Stupid Shenanigans(tm) that i won't bore you with.

as i get home i say, wait a minute, the girl at gamestop is full of shit. i went and purchased intergrade anyway with the remainder of the gift card.

i then google around for how to transfer a PS4 save to a PS5 save for the same game and incidentally find out you do not need to BUY intergrade, you can just stick the PS4 version into the PS5 and it goes "ah yes, here you are, intergrade" and all you have to do is then buy the DLC, which is what i was really after anyway

i tell my boyfriend oh never mind about buying me intergrade on the PC, oh and i bought pikmin 4 with the gift card so you don't have to worry about buying me that either.

"you are IMPOSSIBLE to buy things for!" says adam. "ehehehe," says skiba.

i then set about putting PS4 remake into the PS5. it has a disc read error. i swap it for the data disc. it has a disc read error. i clean both discs. disc read error.

google "ps5 disc reader error"

"are you sure you're not putting the disc in upside down?"

you've got to be kidding me. i flip the disc so that the art faces DOWN and voila, it reads.

install intergrade on PS5.

shove USB stick into PS4 and copy the save data. stick USB stick into PS5. "no data."

google "transfer ps4 save to ps5"

"saves are account locked."

sigh.

dm old roommate "hey can i have your psn login pls"

gets back to me today

"yeah the email is [redacted] and the password is Temporary1"

mfw i could have just tried GUESSING that

he's a bro though i love the guy so that's ok

desk is currently a complete spaghetti mess of a PS3 on the desk, the PS5 on the floor, and the PS4 balanced precariously atop the PS5, with a splitter and capture card and 3 HDMI cables and two USB cables wound together so i can put the display on my PC using elgato.

we gamin'

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writtengalaxies · 1 year

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Illinois taking care of a sick reader!( platonic pls )

Soft Illy time! I love it! I hope you don't mind, I did put a quick little friendly flirt in there. A lot of my friends do platonic flirting, in that way of like boosting each other up in ways that are like flirting but without wanting to date.

(I did also just make chicken noodle soup from scratch recently, and that's been on my mind, so...enjoy an adventurer making soup!)

[Valentine's Requests are now closed!]

"I heard a certain someone needed a nurse?"

You laughed weakly, not wanting to fully set off a coughing fit. Illinois frowned, crouching next to your bedside as he placed the plastic bag down on the ground. You had asked him to run out, grab some supplies that would help you feel better. Some medicine, mostly, and light food you could eat.

"I know, I look hot as hell," you joked. Closing your eyes helped keep the room from feeling too swirly.

"Always do," your friend cracked, brushing some sweat-soaked strands of hair away from your face with a soft curse. "Damn, you're burning up. How bad's your fever?"

"My bones are jello."

"...That good, huh?" You sighed, hearing the crack of a plastic seal. Peeking one eye open, you were surprised to find a bottle of juice being handed to you. "You need to drink something. Hydrate or die-drate."

"Oh god, did you learn that from one of your students?"

Illinois barked a laugh, shaking his head. "You know it. Or I learned it online. I'm not that out of touch."

"Could have fooled me." You sipped at the juice, needing to stop after just two tiny sips. His brow furrowed, a soft sigh escaping him.

"That bad?"

"Illy, I already had to cancel my date, call out of work for at least two days, and I feel like someone replaced my joints with spaghetti."

"Alright, alright, fair enough. You keep working on that juice, get a nap in, and I'll go take care of your dinner in the kitchen."

"...Dinner?"

"Nothing beats homemade chicken soup, and if I'm doing it properly, I've got at least a whole chicken to roast first."

You smiled, sinking further into your blanket nest. If you had to be sick on Valentine's Day, at least you got to spend it with your best friend.

#my writing #khaki colored flirt #markiplier egos #markiplier illinois #ahwm illinois #iswm illinois

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radgalniya · 27 days

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cowboy carter album review:

this album has so much context i know i’m missing so i’m not going to talk too much about the themes or lyrical backgrounds and just focus on the music. beyonce knows she wrong for not adding liner notes to this album but i digress. also the ratings are on how much i like the song NOT on how good they are because artistically every song is pretty perfect. such high quality and artistry, no shock there.

american requiem: 6/10

love the beyonce choir. makes me wanna go join a civil rights march idk lmao. probably will only listen to this one on a full album listen tho.

blackbird: 8/10

i wish we got more of the other singers singing the main lines rather than mostly just the background, but i still like it. reminds me of butterfly fly away from the hannah montana movie. not my favorite but i’ll come back when i wanna feel like someone’s singing me a sweet lullaby or when i’m maladaptive daydreaming that i’m sitting around a campfire on a beach in an old southern town singing tunes.

16 carriages: 10/10

iiiiiiiii love this song. so much. since it’s been released, i’ve been listening to it non stop. it’s so beautiful and perfect. one of my absolute favorites. what a single. it’s perfect.

protector: 7/10

the acutal lullaby song. so pretty. so soft. so sweet. i like it.

my rose: 4/10

what rose are we talking about beyonce lmao no but anyway this is too short like i hate mini songs pls. but eh i’m not feeling it anyway.

smoke hour willie nelson: n/a

texas hold em: 10/10

so fun, so catchy, the rhythm in this one is so infectious. “this beat is vivacious”. i love every melody in this song. the slowdown is insaneeee. her ability to blend genres in a way that’s actually interesting and unique issss ugh amazing love her.

bodyguard: 10/10

as soon as the song started, i texted my best friend telling her i loved it. i knew from the first beat. this song is so perfect. i could listen to this forever and never get sick of it. i loooooove it. shoulda been a single imo

dolly p: 10/10

okay ik this is just an interlude but the jolene instrumental sounds sooo beautiful in this and the “jolene” sample thing i love it. plus dolly. this isnt even a song but i want more of it.

jolene: 8/10

okay idk how i feel about this cover. i dont like the lyrical changes. it does feel more beyonce than the original but i liked how dolly never put down or shamed jolene. i like the vulnerability and softness in the original. i dont like the harsher approach in this one. HOWEVER if this song was softer like the interlude OR the choir at the end for the whole song, it’d be a 10/10 for me. i’m actually so mad the choir part was so short bc i loooove it.

daughter: 7/10

i’d relisten but probably not as often. it’s beautiful but idk it just doesnt catch me. the opera at the end is beautiful. and the song is so nice. but it’s just not my favorite.

spaghetti: 7/10

controversial opinion but i dont usually like rapyonce. i like beyonce singing on a rap beat but rapping idk. makes me cringe. the more i listen tho, the more i like it. again i do love how she blends genres in this so flawlessly. the ending is my favorite part of the song, so nice also i love the beat.

alligator tears: 6/10

i don’t care to listen to this one again tbh. doesn’t really catch my attention. i like the outro tho. idk y she always makes the outros outros and not just the song.

smoke hour ii: n/a

just for fun: 6/10

will relisten but not my favorite.

most wanted: 10/10

never thought i’d get a miley cyrus/beyonce collab but im so grateful i’m obsessssseedddd. i looooove it. it’s so beautiful. so romantic. perfect in my eyes.

levii’s jeans: 10/10

i hate post malone and i’m mad beyonce chose to work w him rather than idk a black female artist. you let this nigga sing a whole verse but barely let the other black country female singers on blackbird get in a line??? idgi. but goddamit i love the song. so romantic in a kind of sensual way with the country twang. one of my favorites. i cant even be too mad. he ate his part up.

flamenco: 8/10

i love the flamenco in this lol. it’s too short tho ugh i hate mini songsss. idk it’s somehow not my favorite. flamenco and beyonce sounds perfect but this song didnt really catch me as much as id like it to. still like it tho and will relisten.

the linda martell show: n/a

ya ya: 9/10

love the 60s black southern rocker vibes in this. the instrumental is so insane i’m obsessed. so fun, so dancey. you cant not dance to this. and her vocals remind me so much of tina turner.

oh louisiana: 7/10

i actually like this even tho it’s just like an interlude. not much to say about it tho.

desert eagle: 9/10

that BASS?!?! absolutely thank u. too goddamn short!!! like i wish there was more to it. more everything.

riiverdance: 9/10

that banjo(?) lick is so addictive. another fun dancey song. again, love the genre bending. i like this, will relisten. i kept waiting for like a climax tho? idk. i wish there was one.

ii hands ii heaven: 6/10

not my favorite, probably wont relisten to very often.

tyrant: 9/10

another genre bender. i really like it. the chorus is so good and addictive. “i dont like to sit up in the saddle boy i got this” YEA!

sweet honey buckiin: 7/10

genre bender lmao i’m gettin repetitive i know. i just get what she means now by saying this isnt a country album, it’s a beyonce album. not my favorite but i like it some. will relisten from time to time.

amen: 8/10

love a beyonce choir.

overall even tho every song wasnt a hit for me, the songs i love, i love so much that it makes this album a 10/10 for me. they’re so interesting and unique but still melodic and catchy and i loooove it.

#beyonce #chronicles of niya #music #cowboy carter #act ii #renaissance #act ii: cowboy carter #album review #music review

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the-six-that-thrive-if · 9 months

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why dante got me weak in the knees? 🤨🤨palms sweaty, moms spaghetti

people over here wondering why there’s an earthquake all of a sudden but nah. it’s just me and my knees :’)

anywho, coming from someone who immensely struggles w character building n such, what devils have you made such deals with to create such a scrumptious person? i demand to know ( pls give me their info i’ll do anything 🛐 )

*real life footage of me tryina peer into your soul and discover your secrets*: 🥸🥸

i love your writing :3c the way you just churn out chapters is amazing! you’re like a… um.. cotton candy machine! :>

like- the way you pull chapters and descriptions and words that i have to look up out of seemingly nowhere is baffling (in a good way lol) to me

keep up the good work but remember not overwork yourself! takes breaks when you need em aight?

i hope you have a good day/night! ❤️❤️❤️

I promise you babes, I grow Dante's character as I write him. I have a very general idea of how I want him to act, which helps me keep him true to himself while writing, cause originally he was supposed to be far more aloof and less playful. Far meaner to the MC and originally was simply gonna let MC die, but I changed it, and his character. Which is something I'm glad I changed, since y'all love him.

But all that aside, thank you!!! I really really enjoy writing this story and y'all make it 10 times better with y'all's reactions. I just really appreciate y'all. 😭😭 I just love y'all and hope to continue doing what I do!

#t.m.basement.gossip

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deadboyfriendd · 4 months

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hello, i saw you're director's cut post and wanted to ask about bisbee? are you planning on writing sort of a fic story or are you planning on continuing with your letters format? i think the epistolary approach is really cool and such a good way of letting us inside a character's head fully while maintaining a focus of narrative and story since it's literally them communicating what they think is important for the recipient to know! you've mentioned before that you want this story to go in a more violent western path than like a spaghetti western, so i was wondering how you try to maintain that sort of tone along with, what i'm assuming would be a romance with y/n (pls correct me if i'm wrong!), like in atmosphere or character? i'm asking because the new frontier model always reminds me of the garrison mentality, the anxiety you feel in the fortress you've built against the empty nature outside, silent and unknown and waiting to catch ya, and i was sort of wondering if the romance would work in favour (like a part of the same chaotic messy world) or against it (a brief reprieve from the violent chaotic world)? i hope this question makes sense, but if you're not interested in it, that's totally cool and i'd love to get your general thoughts/something you want to talk about that no one's asked about! i still remember the first time i read stone gothic and was so in awe of it and brought back so many memories of my deep fascination with Catholicism and catholic architecture as a child and i was just blown away with the level of detail and care you put in your work! i'm the same age as you and i do a double take when i see how much talent someone my age has, i really am wishing you the best with whatever you decide to do with it, whether it becomes a career or a hobby, i hope it always brings you joy! hope you have a nice one and happy holidays!

Tbh, I've been thinking all day about how I was going to answer this ask because Bisbee is SO important to me and all of these things are things that I've been dying to talk about but didn't seem interesting enough to splat on the dash without someone asking first.

To answer your first question, yes, I do planning on making it a full-length fic with narrative and grief and bloodshed and romance. The letters gave me a really good way to ease myself into how I plan on building this version of Steve as the main protagonist of this fic, since I am planning on this being steve-centric as well as character building for my reader. I also think that my thought process when releasing the letters first serve as a prologue and a table of contents for the love story that I'm planning on having unfold between Steve and Y/N (Who I've affectionately named Elsie when I discuss her as a character- though I do plan on this fic being a second-person reader insert)

My biggest inspiration for this fic so far has been my latest read, Blood Meridian by Cormac McCarthy. It is a historical fiction work in which a fourteen year old runaway from Tennessee joins the army for the Republic of Texas in the 1850s and stumbles into the midst of the indian scalp trade in Mexico. I think it is a very graphic and violent depiction of the events that were actually transpiring without being shock-valuey or violence without purpose. It's a good breakaway from the mindless splatterpunk I've been reading for a while. I would LOVE to capture even a shred of Cormac McCarthy's prose in my silly little fic. I think this being my backing for my own narrative vastly differs from Cochise, where my main inspirations were Tombstone, and the Yellowstone spinoff 1923, which read a lot more like spaghetti western badassery and a narrative of coming-of-age and falling in love during westward expansion. In Cochise, I was also heavily inspired to create a character that spoke heavily of grief and the qualms of the west as a woman, especially one who had no choice but to carry on.

This version of Steve will probably go through similar things that The Kid in Blood Meridian will have to go through, and he will be hardened from the events that transpired in his life without choice. I do have my reader's main character arc being the fact that she is running from something in secret (and you will also see characters from Cochise frequently in Bisbee!). Instead of processing grief through each other, I plan on their love story being one in which Steve softens himself for her, and she, in all of her naievity and cloudiness, brings her back down to earth. Elsie is not from the west, and is learning quickly what they had to go through to get there. She was a merchant's daughter from Louisiana, and he thinks she has never known violence a day in her life. You talked about the garrison model and the anxiety that you feel is catching up to you, and that ideal is going to be SO heavy handed in the way I build this Steve. I originally panned him out as the Doc Holliday character, and it ended up morphing more into my eddie character. However, a recurring mentality that Doc Holliday ends up talking about was a sense of violent impending doom. Doc always felt like he was going to meet a violent and sudden end, and was always prepared for his death, and on his deathbead in the Sanitarium with Wyatt Earp, he talked about the irony in the gentle way he was dying. This was the one thing I wanted to retain with Steve's character in Bisbee, and where I got the, "I will not know gentleness in the way I love you." line. I can't WAIT for everyone to see how that plays out.

As for Stone Gothic, THANK YOU. That was one of my first works where I strayed away from writing silly little fics to where I wanted to write actual stories. I think that's kind of where I found my flame again and fell in love with creating that kind of narrative.

Thank you SO MUCH for this ask <3, I really appreciate having someone pick my brain and make me think about my work like this. If you have any more questions I would LOVE to chat about it anytime!

#flea speaks #flea answers #flea's friends #Cochise #Bisbee

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plothooksinc · 4 months

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26 and 30 for the fic writer asks!!

26. If you had to choose one, what was THE most satisfying writing moment of your year?

I could say "actually, I was just so happy I started writing again AT ALL" because that would be correct. It'd been a long time since I'd managed and I had begun to think wearily that maybe I'd never return to all my unfinished fics. Then Rise hit me over the head with a two by four and I think typed like. Nine out of every ten days or so, wow.

That part was very important and I'm still relieved and find it hilarious that people are prompting me and apparently I cannot shut up so muse alive and well, I guess! But in terms of writing itself: a few chapters ahead of Ch. 14 in NRFTW, I said "hey what if I did *this* to Donnie" to my beta and she screamed. Me: I have no idea how to approach this and have never written this kind of body horror/existential scattered-mind shit before in my life Me: Me: I'LL WING IT I HAVE FAITH

So I got to that chapter and wrote the great spaghettification of Donatello (or as someone on Discord kept saying, I can't believe you peeled Donnie!) and the full scattered nature of his dissociation/derealisation and accompanying spaghetti gore just worked, I was on such a roll with that chapter, I don't think I've written anything so challenging in my life, but hey. It got a lot of reviews of "Gross! Horrifying! MORE PLS" so I think it worked. This teaches me that I should live by the maxim fuck it, we ball more often. :D

(Also the hilarious art and jokes it spawned have kept me entertained for the rest of the year, so)

30. What’s something that you want to write in 2024?

I want to update all my outstanding fics at least once. (At least. The Rise muse still has me but I have all these other RK/TMNT/FFVII fics going "what about us?" in the background so they deserve work. Wouldn't it be great if I could at least finish Snowblind?)

I am most likely to do the majority of my work still in Rise atm, so I have a follow on from NRFTW brewing away in the back of my head. I'm getting plot points together and it's shifting from vibes to coherency as I type. I pledge to let Leo actually not be bedridden for this one, so it'll be set at least after the final scene of the movie. But I have two villains in mind and a bunch of Hidden City lore to work in and will lean more towards shenanigans than the outright pressure cooker rollercoaster into hell that was NRFTW /o/ But I also have a couple oneshots in mind! I'm also still taking prompts, though I'm working on the last one I currently have, so they'll be scattered in there if I get any more <3

In short, I found my inspiration and I'm going to ride it for all its worth, while still taking sensible breaks so I don't get burnt out. (One page a day, that's me.)

Thanks for the questions!

Writing meme here.

#nekotsuki #fanfic meme

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evansbby · 2 years

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Talk about scents. Imagine a police officer not caring and he throws you into a jail cell with Curtis and Ari (when they’re at their smelliest. You got caught drinking) and now two stinky daddies have you sandwiched between them, their calloused hands roam your body since you’re wearing a spaghetti strap mini dress. You try to push them away but their hands are everywhere, someones been rubbing against your pussy through your panties while they take turn groping your breasts. One strap has broken. Finally you break free you go to the bars and start calling out to the cop. You’re sober now and thats when Ari pushes your hands through the bars and as Curtis ties them their with your panties. Now they are free to do with you what they want. Taking turns railing your as the cop sleeps in their office not paying attention to your moans and screams the pungent scent of both men filling your nose as they force you to kiss them and take their dicks.

okay this is hot as fuck🥵 y’all know i’m a fucking slut for Ari+Curtis duo😌😩 but but but..,

WHAT IS THIS MISCONCEPTION THAT ARI STINKS PLS. CURTIS SMELLS BAD NOT ARI. It’s actually giving me the ick pls guys ARI IS DADDY SCENTED! HE SMELLS LIKE FRESH SOAP AND SALTY SEA WATER AND MUSKY DADDINESS AND CIGARETTES PLS😩😩😩

okay anyways now that I got that off my chest… yes pls lock me up with my two convict daddies and the police can turn a blind eye whilst Curtis and Ari just go to town on me please God I want this so fuckin bad 🥵🥵🥵😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

#anon

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imovyn · 9 months

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Oh my god, I was raised Christian but Mormon is definitely different

How extreme was it on the spectrum? Did your family keep a years worth of food and gasoline buried in their yard?

Did you have to dress a specific way?

Did you ever go to dances?

mormonism is definitely more high demand than other christian denominations, but my family wasn’t too extreme about it, esp compared to some of the other mormon families i know. as i’ve talked to my parents about their spiritual beliefs i’ve found that they do find value in religion and having a community, so they go to church but don’t necessarily agree with everything the church does. i was however raised in a mostly mormon neighborhood and i went to church every sunday and went to the activities and the camps so i was pretty surrounded by it

mormonism does put an emphasis on being prepared for any disaster and my grandparents on my mom’s side take that very seriously- for a time they made sure we all had backpacks with three days’ worth of food, clothing, and other supplies that we kept in the garage and never got used. most mormons do have more extensive food storage than most other people, but nothing extreme.

the church does (or at least used to until very recently) have pretty strict standards of dress esp for women- bc once you get your endowment (go through the temple it’s a whole thing look it up, usually done before a mission or if not before marriage) you have to wear your “garments” (the magic underwear) at almost all times. the women’s garments are cap sleeved and come down to just above the knee, so women who have gotten their endowment dress in order to accommodate that unless they’re like working out or smthn. me and most the girls i know were never forced to wear knee length shorts or always cover our shoulders, there was a general disdain towards spaghetti straps, short shorts, and crop tops. fun fact i only started wearing crop tops this year lol. in recent years tho i have noticed most teenage mormon girls getting more lax with what they wear during the summer or to the pool.

one thing about mormon modesty standards i find kinda funny is no piercings or tattoos except women can get their ears pierced. the authorities of the church have said one per ear, so you can tell how committed someone is to the faith by whether or not they get doubles lol

i’m not quite sure what you’re asking by dances, i did go to school dances! and i def wore some dresses that are not 100% up to mormon modesty standards. i live in utah, and while my school was not super mormon by utah standards, other high schools w much larger mormon population had pretty fun dances from what i’ve heard. the church also hosted dances for the youth ages 14-18, but i never went to those, i’ve heard they’re similar to high school dances but not as fun

i got a bit rambly but seriously if you want me to elaborate on anything or have other questions pls ask the mormon church is so fun to talk about

#exmo #religion tag #ask #imconfusedallthetimehelp

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bujorulgalben · 2 years

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ooc: eve goes to romania pt.2: 2022!

i reckon we should jump right into this bc hoo wee did i ramble here. i need to write a travel log someday and publish it. that’d be fun. anyway:

let’sa go!

to preface, let me explain that i absolutely had an ulterior motive when travelling out to bucharest this time around. it was first time i travelled since the pandemic; granted, they didn’t need proof of vaccination or a covid test done prior to arrival, but i was worried that i had somehow forgotten how to go about airports and independent movement abroad. my worries weren’t justified, thankfully :)

it was my first time travelling alone. this was extremely important, as i had always planned to make my next trip to bucharest with someone else. that didn’t happen, and i had to do this now for myself. this would change my plans for the future. i had to see if i could live in bucharest, if i really, really wanted to. believe me, i was challenged on this decision a lot lol. every romanian i spoke to about this seemed very confused.

and they were lovely! my spoken romanian has absolutely decayed since my MA studies (and now i have my motivation to revise it!!) but those i spoke to were eager to humour me/let me practice. if i ever stumbled, or if they spoke too quickly (90% of the time this was the case), i knew how to ask if they spoke english. 100% of the time, the answer was yes, but if i then wanted to reply in romanian, they would continue to support me!

capital cities are never the best way to see a true reflection of a country and it’s people; i know i’d never say that londoners are a reflection of those living in manchester or brighton, for example. it’s a very different beast. thankfully, i work in london, so i know what to contend with. there’s a constant rushing, and not just on the roads. and bucharest’s roads are fast. granted, because their main roads are 3, sometimes 4 lanes wide (perfect for national parades!), the speed limit can afford to be higher. i don’t think my uber driver to the airport on my final day slowed down from 70mph, ever! he earnt that tip fair and square. nice work, teodor.

my apartment was in a communist block on one of bucharest’s busier streets, right at the top of sector five; a stone’s throw from cismigiu park in one direction, and downtown in the other. my airbnb host (another sweetheart, who gave me so many food recommendations) had warned me about the noise, but i can’t sleep in too quiet a room. i found the noise comforting. yes, even the 4am ambulance siren. i learnt that the crows of bucharest all roost in cismigiu park, as well! a cloud of black wings and cawing descended on the park at dusk, and left again at dawn, without fail.

september is still very warm in bucharest, and i foolishly packed for a british autumn. the metro stations especially were VERY warm, and i was pleasantly surprised at how spacious the stations and trains were. the map is extremely easy to follow (not the spaghetti mess that is the london underground), and there’s signs constantly telling you where to go/what platforms to go to for your stop/etc. london should take notes here.

speaking of spaghetti, i did eat a lot of pasta during my stay. i already knew that romanians are big fans of italian food and coffee, and they do it very well! my favourite restaurant in the city served the best damn calzone i’ve ever eaten; with truffle salsa and this lovely, sweet marinara sauce. the romanian gin was refreshing, and easy on the palette. otherwise, i tried to have a shot of palinca with every dinner... and had to call it quits halfway through my trip lol. i can’t keep up with the locals. i fought hard to find my favourite romanian beer in bucharest; silva blonda. pale ales are more popular in transylvania, apparently.

i drank a lot of lemonade during my stay as well; with honey and mint; which helped with the cold i caught on the flight over. romanian lemonade just hits different.

i saw plenty of gentlemen’s clubs (yes, they really were ‘men only’. i was mad.) and plenty of bars offered hookah. i didn’t try this time, as i was advised to try it with a group for my first try, but it did look fun! every big billboard ad was for a gambling site of some sort, and watching international football on tv also saw it littered with betting ads. all registered, mind you, and they need to make that very clear. small businesses have to do the same, and display certificates in their windows, i noticed. this included the ‘box shops’ stationed on busy streets and corners; many being newstands and florists. there’s a lot of florists, and young women walking around with bouquets. i’m sure you could’ve guessed that this made me incredibly happy.

i saw some beautiful roses at the botanical gardens, and heard the city stay silent for the church bells and chanting early on a sunday morning. that in itself is incredible, and hearing the services was nothing short of magical. that morning, i met up with a photographer for an airbnb experience and we clicked nearly immediately. a history student at bucharest’s university, an introvert, a cat person. we’re now mutuals on instagram, and have promised to host the other when they next visit our respective capitals.

she was one to suggest i visited romania’s national art gallery (and prioritise that wing of the gallery over the european one) and i’m delighted that i did. she also told me to prioritise carturesti carusel; romania’s most famous bookshop, and one of the most beautiful in the world. i bought a couple of translated books; “nostalgia” by mircea cartarescu, and an anthology of poems by nichita stanescu!

of course, i wasn’t just in bucharest, and did spend a couple of days in brasov; getting there by train from gara de nord; bucharest’s main train station. it was painless, and i wasn’t subjected to any significant delays... although i did see one delay of two hours for a train due to arrive from vienna.

brasov looks incredibly different; a city surrounding a mountain with beautiful, colourful buildings. it was the first city i volunteered in, eight years ago, so this visit was more for nostalgia. i hiked to the top of that mountain in the morning (and found out that it was home to 9 rare species of wasp... the hard way), and stood next to the hollywood-styled sign at the top. just like i did 8 years ago.

i chatted to an american at dinner the night before (from queens, and the son of romanian immigrants, now visiting grandparents still in ro) and became fast friends with him as well! we were both eavesdropping on a tour group behind us, quietly judging our respective countrymen, and i invited him to chat once they left. his romanian was a lot better than mine. lol.

asides that, i also (finally) got myself to sinaia to see peles and pelisor castles. both are stunning, of course; something out of a fairytale. complete with the misty mountain setting, as this was the only day i had rain. themes for the architecture, inside and out, come from all over europe; but is especially obvious in the saxon and baroque influences. i had the best goulash for lunch there. the food overall on my trip was pretty great!

this trip left me physically exhausted with all the walking and hiking, i missed pearl terribly after befriending all the stray cats (and there’s a lot!), and i bought a whole bunch of goodies! a lot of milka! a well-known balkan peace offering lol.

for photos and the like, i’m going to plug my insta (wink), and encourage you to watch the story i made for my 2022 visit to ro! i got some banger photos, too, as well as some from the photoshoot i’m yet to drop. i’m pretty sorted for munday now lol.

and... yeah! thank you for reading thank you for dealing with my ooc posting i need to get to work on getting my work visa now. after another week of pto. i’m shattered.

#i had the best time. it was comforting but also enlightening. i really want to make my future there.#i have a lot of work to do to make that happen but after the last three years i lost my way. i lost who i was.#if anywhere was going to remind who i am and what i want: it's romania #mâna autorului ✧ ooc

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pinkpeaonies · 2 years

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“sara and her health food obsession”

first story of this nature! kinda nervous! pls let this reach the target audience or im gonna cry

cw: calorie counting/ed tendencies???

topics: stuffing, wg, and cute lesbians!!:

“Hey! Wait up!”

Sara turned back to see who was calling her, her blonde hair flowing in the gentle spring wind. It was none other than her lovely girlfriend Maizie.

“You’re so mean, trying to go to school without me!” Maizie teased, lightly punching Sara.

“Well, maybe if you actually woke up on time, we wouldn’t be in this predicament!” Sara teased right back.

“Ah, only a girl like you would make fun of someone while using the word ‘predicament’…” Maizie said, lightly kissing Sara’s shoulder.

They had just started dating last month, and Sara didn’t know too much about Maizie, but she loved her nonetheless. Maizie just happened to be her roommate, and ever since, Sara slowly started falling more and more in love with her.

The boring school day went on. College could be so boring to Sara, especially the classes that had nothing to do with her major. After a long day of school, Sara went to the spot that made her the happiest: the gym. Sara was a bit of a health obsessed chick, and spent large amounts of her free time planning healthy meals or working on her body. She wanted to be the best she could be for Maizie, after all.

But for some reason, today, she just wasn’t feeling up to it. Perhaps she was impatient and wanted to be with Maizie. As she ran on the treadmill or used the elliptical, it just didn’t feel the same.

“I might as well go home…” Sara thought. Rest days were good, and she hadn’t taken one in a while, so she figured there was nothing wrong with it.

“Oh? You’re home early. Couldn’t wait to see me, huh?” Maizie said as Sara walked in the door.

Sara noticed Maizie was preparing a feast of sorts.

“What’s all this for?” Sara asked. It smelled amazing, but also extremely unhealthy.

“Oh… well, I was making something for my family since they’re in town. It’s a bunch of their favorite foods; I’m making two kinds of pasta, margarita and New York style pizza, ribs, chicken wings, mango sticky rice, and of course, a green been casserole to be healthy!” Maizie said, stirring the pasta sauce.

“Wow. Your family must love you, huh?” Sara said. “Although… this is all really unhealthy…”

“So? Doesn’t make it any less delicious!” Maizie replied, giggling.

Sara kept walking towards the bathroom to take her before dinner shower. She wondered what she should have for dinner as she got undressed.

“Should I make that grilled chicken and greens salad again? Or should I do a cheat meal of sorts and make some vegan macaroni and cheese…” she thought.

After a while, Sara finally got done showering and was absolutely ravenous. She rushed to get dressed so she could get started on dinner. However, when she came out of the bathroom, Maizie was standing outside with a distraught expression on her face.

“What’s up?” Sara asked, bracing for the worst.

“Oh… you look so cute with wet hair! But that’s not the point. My family all of a sudden is going on this keto diet and they refuse to eat anything I made! I made so much, what am I gonna do?!” Maizie cried, leaping towards Sara and falling into her arms.

“Oh… well… I’m sure we’ll be able to finish all of it over the whole week!” Sara reassuringly said, but Maizie didn’t look any happier.

“That’s the thing, none of this stuff is good the next day! We’ll have to eat it all tonight. I only made so much because I was cooking for five people!!!” Maizie said, looking frustrated.

“I mean, I’ll try to finish it for you. Don’t worry, okay?” Sara replied, stroking Maizie’s head like she was a cat.

After Sara got herself ready, she sat down at the table and started to fill up her plate. It truly did look delicious. She went for the rich, creamy spaghetti first, grabbing a heaping pile of it that was about half of the portion Maizie made.

“I haven’t had a cheat day in forever! This looks so good, thanks babe!” Sara said, going in to take a bite.

Sara couldn’t believe it. The pasta was so good. She couldn’t control herself. She was so hungry, it felt like the best thing she’d ever eaten in her entire life. Forkful after forkful, it was so good, she couldn’t stop.

“Wow, someone’s enjoying their food, huh?” Maizie said, smiling mischievously.

“What did you put in here?!” Sara said inbetween mouthfuls of spaghetti.

“Uhhh… pasta noodles, heavy cream, tomato sauce, chicken stock, italian sausage, and some seasonings. Don’t go stealing my recipe though!” Maizie answered, laughing innocently.

As Maizie said that, Sara wiped her plate clean. It was strange, because normally after such a huge portion, Sara would be beyond full, but she felt a desire to keep eating. Perhaps it was the love (and calories) that Maizie poured into her food.

Next, Sara reached for five slices of the New York style pizza. She was a sucker for good pepperoni pizza, so she immediately wolfed down three slices in the span of about a minute. She could feel it start to fill her stomach and weigh her down, but that wasn’t stopping her. Come to think of it, Sara was so hungry all the time, but she got used to it. It was nice to relieve her hunger while trying to ease her girlfriend’s emotions.

She quickly finished the pizza, and then she moved on to chicken alfredo. It was gone just about as fast as she served it to herself. Then, she had some of the ribs. Sara was scared of ribs because she ate them for a week and gained crazy weight, but it was nice to indulge in them as she really did love barbecue ribs. The ribs were gone, and soon were the chicken wings, and soon was the green bean casserole, and then she made it to the mango sticky rice. Sara was especially scared of sugary things because of how much she loved them. She could eat cakes and cookies all day, but not without an increased tightness in her waistband. So, she avoided sugar like the plague, but she decided she might as well and started to dig in. Like all the rest of Maizie’s wonderful cooking, it was amazing. But there was a problem. After the obscene amount of food she just ate, her stomach hurt excruciatingly, and her stomach was so heavy it almost pinned her down.

Maizie was just dumbfoundedly staring the whole time.

“Damn, I didn’t know you could eat so much. Did you enjoy it?” Maizie asked, standing up to clear the dishes from the table.

“Y-yes… I did… but my stomach aches so much now…” Sara said, rubbing her stomach.

As she rubbed her stomach, she couldn’t help but notice that she was bursting out of her size zero pajamas with how bloated her stomach had become. As she made a face that made her discomfort known, Maizie came over to her chair.

“Awww… you poor thing! You should do that more often cause you’re so cute when you’re full!” a blushing mess of a Maizie said, moving her hands towards Sara’s poor stretched out stomach.

“Maizie, what are you-“ Sara said, watching as Maizie took her hands and started to squeeze and rub Sara’s tight stomach. It felt so good, so Sara couldn’t help but let out a loud-

“BURPPPPPPP!” Sara let out, instantly blushing out of embarrassment.

“Oh gee… what am I gonna do with you?” Maizie said, extending out her hand for Sara to grab.

All that warm food sure made Sara tired, so she walked (it was more of a helpless waddle) to her bedroom and almost instantly fell asleep.

Sara woke up in the morning and got ready for another day of her dreadfully boring college classes. But today, sometimes was different.

“Baby, can you come here please?” Sara said, sweating profusely.

“What’s wrong?” Maizie said, rushing to the scene immediately.

“I don’t know why, but my jeans won’t button or zip up all the way! Can you help me”

Maizie flashed Sara a devious grin. “Of course I’ll help you!” She said, walking towards Sara and stopping when she was right behind her.

Maizie wrapped her arms around Sara’s waist and found the zipper. She yanked and yanked and yanked on it, and with five minutes of trial and error, both the zipper and the button were good to go.

“Aw, thanks! I don’t know what I would do without you sometimes!” Sara said, getting up to go eat some breakfast.

Breakfast… should she really eat breakfast after all the food she ate last night? That had to be like, 12,000 calories that she ate all by herself last night. She was just going to leave early for college and skip breakfast, maybe walk around campus to burn some of those excess calories. But then, she smelled something.

“Surprise! It’s a special occasion, y’know. So I wanted to make some pancakes for you!” Maizie said, presenting a plate stacked high with pancakes drizzled in chocolate sauce and covered with berries.

“Um… what’s the occasion?” Sara said, shaking in her boots at the size of the pancake stack.

“What’s the occasion?! It’s our one month anniversary!!!” Maizie scolded Sara.

“Oh… yeah! Yeah, it is! Happy anniversary, honey!” Sara replied, bear-hugging Maizie

“Okay, eat up!” Maizie said, grabbing her own plate and setting it down on the table in addition to Sara’s plate.

Sara couldn’t help but notice Maizie had only 3 pancakes while she had 9.

“I guess she really just wants to shower me with her love… huh…”

After another long and boring day of college classes, Sara started to make her way to the gym. She has a lunch of kale, spinach, and pickles, so she thought she might as well add on to her health streak by going to the gym today.

“I don’t wanna fall into a cycle of not going to the gym, next thing you know, I’ll blow up like a blimp!” Sara thought.

But just like the cat always came back, Maizie suddenly started running after Sara.

“Saraaaa! Wait for me!” Maizie yelled.

“Oh geez, what is it now?” Sara teased.

“The anniversary gifts don’t stop at breakfast! Do you wanna go to that pastry shop we went to on our first date?” Maizie asked.

“Oh… well… I was actually about to go to the gym…” Sara started to say, but Maizie’s puppy dog eyes made her reconsider. “…okay, fine!”

“Yayyy! I promise I’ll buy you those cookies and cream croissants you really like! Or the oreo donuts…” Maizie said, grabbing Sara’s hand and happily dragging her to the donut shop.

“Hello, Mrs Pastrie!” Maizie said, barging into the donut shop with her flustered date in hand.

“Hello girls, what will it be today?” Mrs Pastrie said, smiling widely.

“Hmmm, can we please get two coffees, one black, one with two creams and three sugars, one oreo cream filled donut, two oreo crossiant, and one cheesecake donut?” Maizie asked politely.

“Sure!” Mrs Pastrie said, smiling even wider.

The two took their pastries to their dorms and Maizie got started on dinner.

“Y’know, you don’t have to spoil me like this…” Sara said, feeling embarrassed that she was being pampered by Maizie.

“Awww, it’s no worry! Anyways, I’m making chicken dumplings and noodles!” Maizie replied, giving Sara a soft kiss to the forehead.

Sara sat down in her bedroom, looking at the plate of pastries and her cup of sweet coffee. She was hesitant to eat them, but Maizie said they were all for her, so she started to dig in.

She ate every last one of them, and about as soon as she finished, Maizie came in with a big plate of chicken dumplings and black bean noodles.

“Dinner in bed, ay?” Maizie said, setting the plate down on the table next to Sara.

“I guess…” Sara mumbled, laying back. That was definitely way too many pastries to eat before dinner, and Sara found that out the hard way.

“Urghhhh… my IBS is acting up… I’ve gotta go, but enjoy your food!” Maizie said, running and clutching her stomach

“Poor girl…” Sara thought as she started to dig in to her food.

It was gone just about as fast as Maizie brought it in, and Sara succumbed to the heavy weight of sleep, plate still in her lap.

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Sara didn’t know what to think of what she was becoming.

She didn’t notice it until she thought of how she hadn’t gone to the gym for over a month.

“Oh god, I think I might’ve gained some weight with how I’ve been eating…” Sara thought as the third pair of jeans she tried on couldn’t fit over her thighs.

She got her old scale out of her closet, plugged it in, undressed herself (she didn’t want any extra weight) and begrudgingly stepped on.

“I mean, I have been eating like a slob… but I don’t feel much heavier at all!”

“184 Pounds” read the scale.

Sara couldn’t believe her eyes. Before all this had started, she was a measly 118 at 5’4. How could she gain so much weight so fast.

“Oh god… I might as well look in the mirror to see how fat I look…” Sara said, stepping off the scale and going to get her full body mirror out of the closet.

Sara once again was left in a state of disbelief as she stared at the plump woman starring back at her. Where her well defined abs once were was a soft casing of jiggly fat. Where her perfectly sculpted curves once were, there were now rolls and love handles, still equally as perfectly sculpted. Her formerly skinny legs now jiggled when she moved an inch and she saw that her cheeks were chubbier and she was slowly getting a double chin. It was completely out of hand. Sara fell to the floor, in nothing but a bra and some panties that barely fitted her.

“Ugh, how did I let it get like this?! I’ve never been fat in my life, but now I’ve turned into a gluttonous, overindulgent, rotund, plus sized lady! Oh my god…” Sara said, squeezing her sides.

Maizie suddenly walked in the room. “My my, what’s going on here?”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me! I’m so… I’m so… I’m so BIG! And I can’t help it! The food just makes me feel so good…” Sara cried, grabbing onto Maizie’s ankles.

“So what you gained a little weight, it’s just because I love you too much! Weight isn’t everything, y’know.” Maizie replied, stroking the top of Sara’s head.

“Oh… I wish that I would’ve known filling myself up with pastries and pizzas would have an affect on my body… I just didn’t think it would happen to me!” Sara cried.

“Awww, don’t cry! You can’t go to school like this… you deserve to take a sick day.” Maizie said, helping Sara up. “Cheer up. I’ve got pizza on the way, y’know.”

Sara started to think. Was she… into all of this? The filling up her stomach to her heart’s content, the difficulty of fitting into her clothes… did she… enjoy it?

That was the least of Sara’s concerns though, as she still had to lose all of her soft, pudgy fat.

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