#anyways lets see how this'll go

[floofballsammy]

He is just a fucked up Sonic to me.

[petiolata]

Me finding out hyper-responsibility and responsibility OCD are a thing 😐 never read about a disorder/behavior that so specifically matched my weird f**king problems.

Guess I will bring this up in therapy...

[graphic--horde]

How do you make your stamps? :0

Disclaimer: this is an obscenely long explanation, with pictures. Efficiency is stupid

So, for the static ones, I make a 99x56 px file on ibis paint x. Other programs are probably available online but I don't use them.

After that, I either upload an image I want to make into a stamp, or I draw one.

Then, I find a frame I want to use. Ill upload them here but let it be known I stole all of these right from deviantart

Most of them are from Lil-Devil-Melii on deviantart. The rest i have no idea. They're not all 99x56px but you can crop the canvas it's fine

Make sure to erase the edges of the picture , so they're transparent. It's not as cute otherwise

Upload those frames over your image in whatever art program you're using and viola, stamp.

For moving ones, it's a lot harder. Mostly because I refuse to download Photoshop.

There are a couple ways to do this. Some are simple animations, like with flashing text and whatnot. For these, you download the individual animation frames from your art program. Make sure it's transparent.

Then, upload each frame to ezgif.com under the option "GIF maker." You can play around with how fast each frame goes and whatnot but in the end, it'll be a stamp with some rad text that moves. This is easy, and doesn't make me want to shit my pants and cry. If you're new, do this. This is fun. This is good. This does not kill me inside

I made that↓ stamp with this method :)

this next one is how we turn gifs into stamps. This one makes me sad. It involves math and sucks. But we gotta do it. For the vibe

First, grab your gif. I'm using this cow gif because it's awesome

Then, I resize it using ezgif. Literally everything for this will be using ezgif. I am a simple man

At this point you should decide what frame to use. I'm using this one because its the first one I clicked

Figured out what size the inside of the frame is. That's what I resize the gif to, so the edges can be transparent. The inside of this one is 93x50 px, so those are the dimensions I'm making the gif.

Figure it out by putting the frame into ibis paint and realizing the canvas to fit just the inside of the frame, then seeing what the dimensions are. But there could be easier ways

Woah it's so small now

Then, still on ezgif, I go to the "crop" option.

Make sureeee to upload the smaller gif

press the button that says "extend canvas size", and then put the "width" and "height" as the dimensions for your FRAME. This'll put a bit of a transparent border around the gif. For this frame, I did 99px and 56px.

The "left" and "top" boxes show how many pixels the cropping happens from the edges of the canvas. The formula for finding that is

(width of gif / 2) - (difference between gif width and frame width / 2) = left box

For me it's (93 / 2) - (6 / 2) = 43.5

Then you do the same.for the height, which for me ends up being 22 from the top

This is reallyyy touchy and annoying though

Here's my result , with no visible difference

Okay so THEN you go to the "overlay" option, under "effects." And upload your frame. If the cropping was done right, you shouldn't have to move the frame at all and can just download it

Here's my result:

if you don't care about transparency, you can resize your gif to be the same size as the frame, and then put the frame over it. But I'm a slut for transparency

Anyways. I'm sorry if anything was unclear, it's two am. And I hope this was helpful :) these really are fun to make once you get it down

also if anyone has an easier way to make stamps from gifs, please god tell me

[sourkiki]

THE DEVIL WEARS UNIFORM. (TEASER)

SYNOPSIS: With the annual Winter Gala just around the corner, it's a must for students to bring a plus one for the event. It's also the chance for heirs, influencers and future CEOS to make headlines and names for themselves. When a scandaulous rumor erupts, involving Riki's involvement (possibly him being involved with a rival school’s heiress), his image and the Dance Club's sponsorship, is at risk. The funder threatens to pull out of funding unless he clears his name. To save himself, Riki approached you with an outrageous deal: "Pretend to be my girlfriend. We hate one another, right? So this'll be easy." You agreed nonetheless, due to personal reasons. However, things didn't go as planned and you're starting to realise this might be a bad idea. Or was it?

CONTENT: rich kids x fake dating au, college au, dancer! 西村力 x fem! reader, enemies to lovers, reader has family and personal issues, angst, hurt with comfort, tooth-rotting fluff, misconceptions of one another, lots of plot, happy ending, will add more when fic is finished.

NOTE: ngl, i didn't planned on doing a teaser but after asking some moots, i decided to do it because uh, this fic is gonna be over 10k wc! i swear im working on the jake fic guys... i swear.. anyways, send an ask off-anon or comment here to be added when the full fic is out, xoxo. don't let the teaser fool you, this fic WILL have a happy ending, trust.

It’s a well-known fact that you and Nishimura Riki are enemies. The moment you’re placed in the same room, breathing in the same air is when all hell breaks loose. Snarky remarks are ruthlessly exchanged between the two of you while you bare your teeth at one another. You’re the President of the Student Council, a role-model to the school body and in the teachers’ eyes, you are the best student they ever had. You have everything—the looks, the grades and the talent in what you do. 

Nishimura Ni-Ki, on the other hand, is the leader of the dance club. Ever since he joined, he had made names for Decelis Academy, bringing home countless trophies, way more than what could fit on the shelves for display purposes. He’s the total opposite of you—a troublemaker, known to cause trouble, leaving them behind in his trail. He’s reckless and annoyingly smug. Not to mention, he’s popular with the girls too. 

With the annual Winter Gala happening at the end of the current semester, students are required to bring a plus one to the gala. It’s a place for everyone to showcase what they are made of, to secure a spot in the corporate industry. To you, the gala is a stage for you to secure your dream career of being a lawyer. 

While you were busy running back and forth, juggling between your duties and studies, you didn’t expect for Riki to approach you out of nowhere. It happened when you were packing up for the day, ready to leave when the boy entered the council room. Unlike his signature charismatic, arrogant demeanor, he was nervous. Riki nervously fidgeted with his fingers. This was your first time seeing him acting like this, a huge difference to how he usually carries himself. 

“Riki? What brings you here?” You asked, curious. 

He raised his head, an unreadable expression on his face. “I need you to be my girlfriend. Fake girlfriend.��� 

Silence. 

“What?” You gaped at him, dumbfounded. 

Riki ran a hand through his platinum blonde hair, looking stressed and more importantly: uncertain. “Look, you know about the rumor between me and Hana. There’s a chance the sponsorship for the Dance Club might be revoked and I don’t want that to happen.”

At this point, he was getting desperate. You crossed your arms, eyes focused on him. “And? How does this link to me being your fake girlfriend?”

Rki scratched the back of his neck. “It helps by getting her off my back and… you get to stop the rumors that you’re too cold to date anyone. 

You blinked. “Excuse me?” 

He winced. “Look, people love to gossip about you and me. If we date, it’s a win-win situation. You get to prove that you're not some emotionless council robot, and I get to fix my image before the sponsors pull out.”

You stared at him, stunned. “So, let me get this straight. You’re asking me to be your fake girlfriend to clean up your mess and patch my reputation at the same time?”

Riki hesitated before nodding. “Basically… yes.”

The silence stretched. 

Riki’s shoulders sagged in defeat. “You hate me, right? So, you’re not gonna fall for me. And I definitely won’t fall for you. That makes us perfect for this.” 

You wanted to laugh at the sheer absurdity of it. You wanted to mock him, taunt him about how he had shoved his pride aside to beg you for help. But the longer you looked at him, the more you could see a boy, desperate for your help. He wasn’t the annoying, smug and loud Riki anymore. 

You purse your lips. “...Fine, we’ll do this fake boyfriend girlfriend thing.” 

Riki’s face lit up like a light bulb, flashing you a boyish grin. A grin that suits him shockingly well. Well enough to make your heart flutter. “Great! Looking forward to working with you, girlfriend.” 

You can only pray that this will go well. Or else, you might lose everything. 

~ 

“You want to what?” Riki asked in disbelief, unable to believe what he just heard. 

You didn’t turn to face him. Not yet anyways. You didn’t have the courage to do so. You faced the front, choosing to stare at a random spot of the view spread out before you. A gentle gust of wind blew past your face, caressing your cheeks in a light, fleeting kiss. The moment would’ve been romantic if you didn’t break it with your words. 

“I want to break up, Riki.”

“I heard you the first time, but why? Why so sudden? We were doing well and the gala’s next Monday. You can’t enter without a date,” he replied, frustration lacing his words. 

You snapped. 

Spinning around at lightning speed, you fully faced him. Riki paused, faltering at how wrecked you looked. Your eyes were swollen, red and tears brimmed in them. Some tear droplets trickled down your face. Your fists were tightly clenched, arms trembling with barely held back self-restraint. You harshly bit down on your bottom lip. Not hard enough to draw blood but hard enough to inflict pain but hard enough to ground yourself. 

“Because this is starting to feel real to me! The way you treated me, the way you looked at me, like you actually love me, is scaring me!” You exclaimed at the top of your lungs, voice cracking mid-sentence. 

Silence. 

Riki couldn’t speak. He chose to stare at you, eyes wide and jaw slackened. “(Name), I—” 

“Stop, I don’t want to listen to your excuses anymore. I told myself this was just an act from the beginning, for me to protect my reputation. The reputation that I worked blood, sweat and tears off to get to where I am. But you… you made it impossible.”

He attempted to take a step closer but you stepped back. Your action made his heart tightened, as if he was stabbed right in his chest. He curled his hands into fists. 

“So that’s it? You’re just gonna walk away? After everything we’ve been through?” 

You steadily met his gaze. “I have to. Because if I stay, I’m afraid I’ll fall deeper. And I can’t afford that. Not when I’m the only one feeling this way.”

The living room felt like a vacuum, void of any sound. The only noticeable sounds were your heavy breathing and sniffling. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, robotically grabbing your bag on the way out as you headed to the door, slipping on your shoes. 

Riki didn’t chase you. He didn’t call your name or move an inch. He merely stood there, feet rooted to the ground, watching as you stepped out of his sight—his life. As he watched you vanish, he couldn’t help but wonder if letting you go was his biggest mistake. 

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[eclipsedechoesofmywords]

"Should've Been Perfect"

[Bucky Barnes x fem!reader]

Rewrite of Do You Want to Dance Too?

Masterlist

Summary: A ruined date turns unexpectedly sweet when you and Bucky get caught in a summer storm.

Warnings: none. just fluff

Word Count: 924 words

A/N: rewriting simply to see how far I've gotten since my first fic, and I guess this counts as me officially being back.

Bucky's cursing was nearly drowned out by the first raindrops hitting the pavement as you both ran into the café's doorway.

"We should've checked the forecast," Bucky grumbled, shaking water from his hair like a disgruntled Labrador.

You shrugged, pretending not to notice the way his damp shirt clung to his shoulders. "It isn't that bad."

"It's going to be." He nodded toward the windows.

You couldn't help but giggle at his sulking. The Winter Soldier, brought low by some rain. Bucky narrowed his eyes at you, but the effect was ruined when a droplet slid from his hair down the bridge of his nose.

Ella appeared from the back, wiping her hands on her apron. "Well, if it isn't my favorite disaster couple," she drawled. "Let me guess—hot chocolates?"

"You know us too well," you said, sliding into the corner booth that had somehow become yours over time.

Bucky sat beside you, still glaring out of the window. Mother Nature didn't seem to like that; the rain intensified its assault against the glass, as if in direct response to his scowl.

You took his hand in your own. "Today was great, Jamie," you assured softly.

He shook his head. "That's not enough. It should've been perfect."

Ella set two steaming mugs before you with a smile, wisely retreating to give you privacy.

Bucky's throat worked as he swallowed. His gaze dropped to where your thumb brushed his vibranium wrist - a gesture that would have made him flinch years ago. Now he turned his palm up to catch your fingers.

"Perfect is boring, Buck, you know that," You murmured, "We had a good time, and that's enough for me."

Bucky's eyes softened, the tension in his jaw finally easing. His thumb brushed your cheek, catching a raindrop you'd missed.

"What would I do without you?" he wondered out loud.

You grinned, leaning in until your nose brushed his. "It's too awful to think about."

He laughed against your lips just before he kissed you, slow, sweet, and lingering.

When he pulled away, he murmured, "We should probably finish this hot chocolate."

You frowned. "Is hot cocoa really more important than kissing your girlfriend?"

He chuckled. "It is really good."

You couldn't deny that argument.

As he sipped the drink, it was your turn to look out of the window. You watched the raindrops hammer against the window, each one exploding like tiny water balloons. Storms always brought back memories you'd rather forget—cold nights, empty promises, the kind of loneliness that soaked into your bones. But Bucky was here, and he had an unintentional habit of replacing bad memories with good ones.

That gave you an idea.

"Wanna make a run for it now?" you asked suddenly, nodding toward the downpour outside.

Bucky paused mid-sip and gave you that look—the one that says you're insane, but he loves you anyway. "It's pouring."

"Yeah, but it's not going to get any better."

He scoffed. "You want to dance too?"

The question made your eyes light up. "Can we?"

James' eyes widened, regretting his words immediately. "I was kidding."

"Why not? It's as cliche as dancing in the apartment," you pointed out, "Besides, it'll be fun."

"We are not dancing in the rain," he said firmly.

"But—"

"It's way too cold, and the last time you got a fever, you couldn't get out of bed for a week."

You hid your wince with a pout. "Fine. But we should go for it anyway."

Bucky drained the last of his hot chocolate with a resigned sigh, then stood and shrugged out of his leather jacket. "Here," he said, putting it over your head like an umbrella. "At least this'll keep you somewhat dry."

You grinned up at him. "My knight in shining armor."

"Shut up," he muttered, but the corners of his mouth twitched as he wrapped his free arm around your shoulders. "On three. One—"

You bolted before he reached two, dragging him out into the downpour with a shriek of laughter. The cold rain hit you like a thousand tiny needles, soaking through your clothes in seconds.

"Hey!" Bucky shouted over the storm, but he was laughing too as he caught up effortlessly, his jacket now doing little good for either of you.

Lightning flashed overhead, illuminating the empty street ahead. Somewhere between gasping breaths and puddles, you stumbled. Bucky's hand quickly found your waist, his grip steadying you.

"You're insane," he panted.

"You love it."

Bucky huffed as you turned to him. His shirt was practically transparent now, clinging to every ridge of muscle. You might have stared a little too long.

"See something you like?" he teased, stepping closer.

You didn’t answer, just wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a slow sway right there on the sidewalk, the rain still pouring around you.

Bucky didn’t resist, his hands settling at your waist as you moved together, your soaked clothes clinging.

"You’re going to get sick," he murmured, but his grip tightened, pulling you closer.

You grinned up at him, rainwater dripping from your lashes. "I'll live," you said quickly, standing on your tip toes and chasing his lips.

Bucky exhaled sharply through his nose—half exasperation, half surrender—before sealing his mouth over yours in a kiss.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you registered that you'd absolutely pay for this in a week, with sneezes and sniffles and Bucky's overbearing mother-henning. But as his teeth grazed your bottom lip, his groan vibrating against your mouth, you decided—

Yeah.

Worth it.

[etherealily]

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My other Nate fics. If you have the time.

Nate Jacobs + Fem!reader. Warnings : Dark. SFW, but discretion advised. 🍃.

Part 1 : Whiplash Part 2 : 9 Lives Part 4 : Shards Part 5 : Eighteen Bonus Chapter: Sin

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Desc. : "His hand, so calloused from his pistol softly traces hearts on my face."

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It's not like Nate even knew you.

You just so happened to be the secret to his success, and maybe, perhaps his new obsession.

No biggie.

I mean, whole of the first week of spring break, he didn't text you, you didn't text him, and it was all great and normal.

Pissed him off to no end, because how the hell did you recover so quickly from having a fucking gun in your throat? But, hey, whatever. Maybe you were just that goddamn weird.

The second - and last - week of spring break was when shit got intense.

Because he thought about you.

He realized he hadn't even fucking seen you around town the entirety of it, and that might have freaked him out, just a little.

He worried, you see? Yes, only about his games, and his college apps, but now, all of them had been tied to you, with a pretty little bow around them.

So obviously, now he worried about you.

So, obviously, he needed to find out just where the hell your lucky ass had gone.

He narrowed it down to two options. Both perfectly reasonable, of course.

One, you just had tons of work and stayed indoors.

Two, you had been kidnapped and murdered by the opposing teams because they'd found out about your miracle-working.

See? Perfectly reasonable.

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It was a happy surprise to learn that you were basically closer to his house than you'd ever been before, after you'd taken up a job at the local supermarket.

Well, happy for him.

For you, it was more of a you-were-seriously-contemplating-suicide surprise.

"You listen to Elvis Presley?", he asked, dropping his purchase down on the counter. Your eyes never moved to it, and stayed on his.

That was one thing he noticed about you.

You were always observing, as if he were a rabid animal that would strike at any moment. As if he would reveal his sinister intentions to you within enough time for you to react.

"What?"

He nodded at the speakers on the wall around the establishment. "Those connected to your Spotify?"

You didn't want to answer unless you knew whether he was about to compliment or mock you.

"Sir, I think you should leave."

God fucking damn it. Why had he never thought about the fact that you wouldn't - (and couldn't)- call him a motherfucker at your workplace? His joy knew no bounds.

"That's so hot. Say it again."

You'd 100% expected that. It was clear on your face.

"There's other people behind you with more items to check out."

He swiveled his head around for a moment.

Old lady. Sometimes he wished he wasn't raised right.

He sighed, nodding. "I'm next up, though.", he warned sternly, pointing at you as he gestured for her to pass him by.

The old lady patted him on the shoulder and smiled, moving ahead with her purchase of an unholy amount of bread and cheese.

And what's worse?

She had coupons.

Way too many for Nate to stand smiling like a good boy behind her as she dug into her purse and fished out probably decades worth of them.

"Yes, dear, so just run all these."

"Uh, ma'am, I wish I could, but most of these are expired."

Thank god.

"Oh, well, you said most. Let's just sort through them and find the ones that aren't expired."

Would it be homicide to kill her? She didn't really have too long to live, anyway. He couldn't say he hadn't thought about it.

"Uh, okay, yeah, sure."

"This'll just take a minute, sweetie.", she whispered to Nate, pinching his cheek as if that would make time go by faster.

"How about I pay for you, ma'am? If that's alright?"

If he'd been allowed access to your mind, you'd never live it down, because you almost thanked him right then and there.

"Oh, there's no need for that, dear, I can-"

"No, please, I insist. It would be my pleasure."

"What a sweet boy."

Both her and Nate decided to ignore the derisive snort that came out of you as you swiped his card.

"Here you go, ma'am.", you smiled, placing the copious amounts of cheese into the bag, then stuffing the bread in, too. "Anything else?"

"Oh, no, that's it for me. God bless you, dear. Both of you."

Watching her walk out, he began to genuinely wonder if this absurd purchase was all part of some scheme some criminal had put up to steal without your knowledge.

"You hear that? We're blessed, you and me."

"Do you actually have anything to buy?"

"Of course I do. I'm not a creepy stalker.", he hissed, slamming his palm down in front of you. Slowly, he lifted it to reveal a stack of eleven condoms.

Oh, yeah, you were blessed with this fuckass' presence.

You sucked your teeth as your gaze traipsed from the condoms up to his eyes. One of them winked.

"Is that all?"

"Oh, come on, you're not even curious why I have them?"

"Probably for the dozens of bitches you're getting.", you scoffed, ringing it up. "$15.99."

"For eleven individual condoms?!"

You shrugged. "Inflation."

"Oh, they better inflate for the amount of money I'm spending."

He rolled his eyes, mumbling to himself as he pulled out the money from his wallet, instead of his card. "Fucking old lady with her bread and cheese."

"You maxed your card?"

"Yeah. Why do people buy so much shit they're barely ever going to use?"

"Like you with your condoms?"

Ah. Nate could've absolutely lost his shit laughing right there- you did care.

"I'm going to use it all. Trust me."

How many times was he going to use the phrase 'trust me' on you until he realized the meaning had eroded away into nothingness between you two? Probably a dozen more.

"Sure. Thanks for shopping with us. Have a great day."

He pouted, stuffing the packets into his pocket as he raised a brow. "You don't sound like you mean it."

"Nate-"

"And why are you even working here, anyway? Oh, shit, is it 'cause I cost you your internship with your perv boss?"

If he felt bad, the grin on his face wasn't really screaming guilt.

"No, fuckass, this is my friend's store, he just wanted someone to help him out for a couple hours."

"Whoa, wait, what happened to Sir? I liked that better."

That was a lie. He fucking loved it.

"Please, Nate. Stop."

"One condition."

There it was. It no longer seemed like he saw you as anything more than a boredom buster. Sudoku, or a crossword, basically. That was you to him.

"Answer one question, truthfully, and I'll leave this... otherwise empty store right after."

"I'm listening."

God, that's all he fucking wanted to hear, and it was oddly exciting. He could literally say anything, and you wouldn't block him out.

"What would you do if I told you that I have a body in my car right now?"

"What?"

"A body. A dead body. It's in my trunk. Right now. What would you say? What's your next move?"

It's like he expected you not to notice the fact that he was tracing shapes on your arm as he spoke.

"Cops."

At this point, even if he wasn't bluffing, you'd still have reacted so nonchalantly. Because it was all in all tiring to continue to play whatever twisted game he was playing.

"They're not an option. It's either silence or help me. Would you help me hide it?"

"Nate, did you kill someone?"

"No."

"Then why even ask?!"

"It's a hypothetical."

"No, probably not."

He tsked, looking away for a moment. "Wrong answer."

"Well, it's my answer."

He brought his fingers up to your face, and your slight flinch meant absolutely nothing to him. Imaginary hearts now plagued your skin. "Change it."

"My answer? No."

"Please."

"Nate, did you kill someone?", you asked once more, praying for an actual answer this time, be it in the negative or the positive.

He smirked.

"Thanks for the condoms.", he whispered, grinning as he gave your cheek a light pat - that was dangerously bordering on a slap.

Would your trunk be big enough to fit his body? You thought about it the rest of the day.

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His fingers rapped on his dashboard as he watched his phone, set down on speaker on the dashboard, too. Pick up, pick up, pick up.

"Hello?"

Yes. He'd never been this happy to hear someone's voice, and it kinda freaked him out. Okay, whatever. Not important.

"Y/N."

"Who is this?"

"The guy you broke all the rules with before spring break? Made out with on the bleachers?"

"You need to be more specific."

"You better be kidding."

"Of course I am." He had never felt more relieved to hear your stupid ass laugh. "What do you want? I'm not helping you hide a body."

He debated just asking you where you'd been all this time, why you hadn't shown up to a single party or hangout, but he decided he'd just outright ask the real question he needed answered.

"Which one's your window?"

A pause. "What?"

"The one with red or yellow curtains?"

"Nate."

"Red or yellow, babe?"

"Red." Good. You'd gotten so used to him that you didn't waste time pointing out the obvious by asking 'are you outside my house?!'.

"You sure it's not yellow?"

"That's my parents' room."

"Yellow looks more tempting.", he teased, as he shut the car door.

"I'm not messing around."

"Neither am I. Yellow it is."

"Nate!"

This was far too precious to him. You were actually worried. How cute.

The fact that he had to climb up wasn't really making him jump in joy, but he figured you'd enjoy that little touch of vintage chivalry.

Like fucking Rapunzel.

He tapped on your window once.

No answer. Don't fucking play around right now.

He knocked once more.

He was met with your extremely delightful glare as you slid your window up, watching him closely.

"Hey."

"Dude, you-"

"Shh, shh, shh. Let me in.", he mumbled, crouching to cram himself through, his hand still resting on the top of the pane.

"You're insane."

Immediately grabbing your face after he steadied himself, he hissed through gritted teeth, "Where the hell have you been?"

"What?"

"I didn't see you at all before today!"

"Yeah, we got a lot of work to do over spring break."

"This is why you don't take psychology, because you get stupid amounts of homework even during the holidays.", he muttered, as if he'd warned you about this eons ago.

"What do you want?"

"Party. You. Me. Now. Get dressed."

He almost punched you when you started laughing.

"You actually do have a sense of humour, Nate, good for you."

"I'm not kidding. Come on."

"No way in hell."

"You know what? No need to get dressed. You look great. Just come on. Live a little."

"You've already taken me to 'live a little' before, and I ended up shitfaced with a gun in my throat at school at 12:30 am."

Good. So you hadn't gotten over that. He didn't care if he was being sadistic - he was glad.

He sighed, flopping down onto your bed and ignoring the second glare to come from you that night. "This is so typically a teenage girl's bedroom."

He had no clue what he was saying, at this point. But he knew he was itching for a reaction, a reason for you to hit him again, so he could grab you and shut you up. He craved the conflict.

"Surprising, considering that's what I am."

"I mean, the band posters? Really?", he huffed, pointing around at your room as if he was giving you a tour of it.

"Have you even listened to Queen? Presley? Any of the oldies?"

The match was found. Time to light it.

"So the shitty music in the store was connected to your playlist.", he chuckled, shaking his head. "No wonder that old lady was so nice to you. She thought you were one of her Bingo buddies."

It was just a question of how long you could stand him sitting on your bed, disrespecting your music taste.

"If you're only here to invite me to a party, I'm sorry, I'm not coming."

"How would your family like me hanging out here?", he mused, tilting his head. You know, the one you'd probably love to bash into the pavement given a chance? That head.

You were so fucking hot when you were pissed, it was unbelievable to him. He could sense it, the anger.

The smell of your rage made him want to riot.

"You can't keep blackmailing me into doing what you want."

"Alright, fine."

Your uncomfortable frown made him snicker. "What's that look?"

"This is usually the part where you self-harm and tell me I'm being a bitch for not bending to your will."

"Tonight's different."

"Why?"

Because I'm going to unwrap every fucking secret of yours.

He shrugged, the corners of his lips curling downwards. "I don't want to."

"So, you'll leave?"

"I didn't say that.", he trailed off, watching you sit down on the chair across from your bed. "Let's just chill."

"Nate, when have you and I ever chilled?"

He licked his lips, narrowing his eyes at you, before giving you a sly smirk. His fingers emerged from his pocket as he pulled out a packet of pre-rolleds. "Right now."

"You're kidding."

"C'mon. Don't be a pussy."

"They'll smell it."

He lolled his head over to the door. "No, they won't. You're two floors up." He shifted to one side, patting the space next to him. "Come on, Y/N, don't end your badass streak so quickly."

His eyes followed you as you sat down gingerly, rubbing your forehead like he was causing you a genuine migraine. That's funny, she hasn't even seen me high, yet, (and she won't).

"Why do I let you do this?"

"Million dollar question if I ever heard one.", he scoffed, fumbling around his person for a lighter. He found it, placing the cigarette between his lips and lighting it, causing his next catastrophic words to come out a mumble. "But I'm glad you do."

He continued to watch your eyes change from frustration to mild fascination, to hesitation all in one second, as he puffed out through his teeth. "Fuck.", he groaned, handing it to you.

"I don't know about this."

"You think they'd like me?", he mused, looking at the door, and then back at you. "I'm known to make a good impression with parents."

"The no-blackmail thing didn't last long.", you huffed, taking it from him. Nate almost made out with you right then and there, the way your lips wrapped around it as if they were made only for him.

"Didn't want to break tradition.", he snorted as you coughed and sputtered, handing it back to him quickly.

"Gross."

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The last thing he'd expected from that evening was actually staying. He'd thought he'd get you stoned, you'd pass out, and he'd leave.

But here you were.

Next to him.

Freaking him the hell out.

He looked down at his watch. 2 AM. Fuck.

"I gotta go."

"You've been saying that for the past three hours."

Shut up. "Eh, well, it's not like my parents are worried."

"Why not?"

"They know I can handle myself."

"Right, because I'm such a threat."

"God, no. They'd love you." He shook his head subtly, grinning as you nudged his face playfully with your foot from across the bed. "You should come over, sometime."

"I'm not coming over, Nate."

The weed made sure you didn't push him away when he gently grabbed your leg. "Why not?"

"Because we're not friends. There's no reason for me to meet your parents."

"I just think it's right that you get to judge my room, too.", he muttered, lips on your ankle like it was his life support. "You know, justice or whatever."

"It's probably all monocoloured, plain, boring crap."

"Only one way to find out.", he teased.

He despised the silence that followed. High-you wasn't exactly chatty, it seemed.

"Tell me something about you."

"Like what?"

He shrugged. "Anything."

"This is my first time smoking weed."

"Not exactly a secret, sweetheart."

"You didn't ask for a secret."

"Now I am. Tell me a secret."

"I hate football."

You were more resilient than he thought, seeing as you'd smoked three cigarettes already, and the most you'd given him was your sports preferences.

But he'd take what he got.

"Because of me?"

"No, just generally."

"But you came to games.", he countered.

"Because of Maddy."

"You guys are close?"

You nodded, stirring slightly as you looked out your window. "Mhm."

"So she told you." Shit.

You tilted your head, sitting up as he gripped your calf, moving closer and placing kisses on your knee, too. "About?"

Well, if you didn't already know, no need to tell you.

"To come to the games."

"Oh. Yeah."

Nice save, Jacobs.

"I guess now I owe you a secret, huh?"

"I guess you do."

"You're not gonna like it.", he murmured, lazily tracing even more shapes on your knee, while his other hand had trailed up to your arm. "But I love your lips."

He smiled when the corners of your eyes crinkled up and you burst into a fit of giggles. "What?"

"It's true. They're perfect."

"God, I love weed."

You would, seeing as you smoked more of it than he did. Enough to kind of make him feel slightly guilty.

"It's not just the weed saying this.", he continued, shaking his head. "I'd fight wars for those lips. For you."

He shouldn't have liked the fading of your laugh so much, the slight trepidation brewing on your face, either, but for some reason, he did. "Nate, I'm not... I don't wanna-"

"Be fought for? Why not?"

He took the silence as a cue to brush his finger against your cupid's bow. "You don't think you deserve it?"

He watched your lips move under his finger as you shook your head, side to side. "Well, I do. And, guess what?"

"What?"

"I got another question for you."

Your frown was your response.

"Why didn't you push me away when I kissed you that night on the bleachers?" He knew the answer. Of course he did.

"I was drunk."

"Yeah, see, you weren't that drunk.", he taunted. But no, you were. He'd given you basically one and a half bottles. Just like tonight, taking barely ten puffs while you took thrice as much. You just hadn't noticed.

"I don't know, then."

"I just think that if you didn't push me away, it can't have been the terrible experience you made it out to be, in the car."

"What do you want to hear, Nate?"

"That you want to do it again. 'Cause you do. Don't you?"

"I don't."

"Yes, you do. If you could see your own eyes right now, you'd agree."

"Really?"

"Mhm."

He waited for a reaction, a scoff, an eye roll, anything, but you just looked back at him, and then down at the hand he was holding. Oh, it was the weed.

So he took matters into his own hands. No. He took you into his own hands, tracing the gap between your lips with his tongue before he pushed it in.

Your lips were war-worthy, just like before. But this time, something was different. This time, you kissed back.

There we go.

His hands ran over your back as though he were splaying a huge deck of cards across a table, and he came to the grave realization that maybe, just maybe, he was no longer doing this just for a reaction.

"Come here.", he murmured, making up for his lack of oxygen by trying to steal yours as he pulled you onto him. How Shane Crestin hadn't killed himself over the fact that he'd fumbled this bag, he'd never know. Loser.

His hands slipped under your shirt. Wrong move, seeing as you pulled away. "No."

Wasn't weed supposed to last longer?

"What?"

"I'm not... no."

"You seemed into it, like a moment ago. Face it : you want this. No amount of bullshit self-respect or whatever you wanna call it, is going to change that.", he responded, coolly, as he took a drag from the blunt, his lips immediately feeling the lack of yours.

"You're just trying to get back at Maddy."

God, he wished that were true. Would make much more sense.

He sighed, his forehead on yours. "I'm not, but you're not going to believe me.", he mumbled, watching you get off him and move back to the other side of the bed.

Oceans away. Too fucking far.

"I'm sorry." There was something he hadn't said in a while. "For, like, everything."

"Why am I so fucking important to you? If I just showed up to every game for you, would you leave me the fuck alone? No, you wouldn't, because you sought me out during spring break! Am I just an easy target?"

No. "I don't... I don't fucking know, okay? You just are."

"Is it 'cause you hate me?", you questioned, so quietly that he had to debate whether to get on his knees and beg for forgiveness or actually kill himself in guilt for eliciting it.

"What?"

"Do you hate me?"

"For what?" He had no fucking clue what this could be about. Every single thing he'd done so far indicated the opposite. But he didn't want to let himself go there.

"Being your good luck charm."

Oh. He had to think about that one. "No. It would be weird if it was someone else."

"I just mean... it must be frustrating, when you need someone, and they might not always be there."

"But you will, right? Be there?"

"You scare me, Nate."

He scoffed, slightly, rolling his eyes. "You're unbelievable. Why? Gimme one reason - a real one - why you're scared of me."

"You're violent."

Okay, he was hoping you'd give an invalid one.

"I like beating people up.", he shrugged. "But never for no reason."

"Not exactly a secret, sweetheart. And anyway, it's not only the beating up that you like."

"Hm?"

"You like getting beat up, too."

Remind him never to give you weed again.

"Why would I-"

"On some level, you feel like you deserve it.", you replied, shrugging as you took a long puff of the miracle weed that apparently made you unreasonably perceptive.

Okay, confirmed, not even the word weed would be mentioned around you anymore.

"You think I deserve it?"

"Mostly, yeah. But not... all the time."

"How do you know so much?", he asked, watching your fingers get lost in your hair. He couldn't afford eye contact.

"Psychology."

"See? You shouldn't have taken it. It's creepy."

You sighed, smiling as you looked up at the ceiling. "Sorry."

He did not expect you to back down, that was for sure.

"It's fine. Never giving you weed again, though."

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It actually took until the very last day of spring break for him to catch up with you again. Not like he was pissed that you pushed him away, or anything. Or that he was confused about the entire interaction in the bedroom of someone who, until three weeks ago, he wouldn't have been caught dead talking to. He was just busy. Sure. Let's go with that.

"Hey."

"Not now, Nate."

"What is your problem?" Wait, no. That kinda talk was why you were pissed at him. "Look, we should start over."

God, he sounded like a cunt. This was definitely something that pathetic Shane Crestin would say. Ew.

"Okay. Can you start by going over there?", you asked, restocking the shelves with whatever bullshit condiment you had to.

"I'm an ass. I'm a jerk, I'm- I'm a dick."

You were silent for a moment, before you added: "A small one, too."

He sighed, beaming with relief. "A small one, too.", he agreed, nodding. "I'm just here to ask you over to dinner. My house. I'll even cook."

Dude, if you didn't agree, he'd actually fucking kill you.

"No way you cook."

"Only one way to find out."

He saw the falling apart. The gradual breaking down. The glacier was melting. "I'll listen to Queen or whatever, with you."

The quiet was taunting him, but you came to his rescue. "No steak."

"No steak."

Yes. Fucking yes.

[nerd-who-likes-cats]

Akanda Tsum! Or wait... is it Akedya? ... Siam Tsum!

@rakiah has an adorable set of twins. Which twin is this? They won't tell you.

I considered doing both twins, but I realized there could be even more opportunity for chaos if it was just one, but nobody knew which twin it was. (Story under cut)

Akanda and Akedya were sitting outside ramshackle dorm when the portal opened, waking Kat, who they'd been intending to mess with while he slept. They looked up at the bright light as tsum after tsum fell from the sky. Akanda spotted one with red hair set to land nearby, and the two gave chase. They lept after the terrified tsum, only to bonk into each other as the red-haired tsum fled into the undergrowth.

The pair were lashing their tails, ready to pursue it, when they spotted something in another bush, a small pair of ears poking out for just a moment. They darted over, only to find the bush empty, and a small tail peaking down from the branches of a nearby tree. Each time they caught up, it was somewhere different, and they chased this catlike tsum onto the roof and around the chimney until-

Crash! The two boys had chased the tsum over a rotting piece of roof that couldn't hold their weight, and fell into the building. A laughing purr came from above and they looked up to see blue eyes much like their own looking down at them.

As the twins and the tsum locked eyes, a bond and agreement was silently made.

"Let's get out of here before they realize the roof's collapsed" said Akanda.

"I'll carry you since our legs are longer" Akedya told the tsum. And the trio were off.

Once a distance away, the tsum leapt out of Akedya's arms, and dashed off. Right under the feet of some poor guy running across the yard. Noting this man had hair in his face and likely couldn't see well anyways, the twins took the chance to try to show up the tsum and each other, until Akanda saw Rook in the distance watching them, and correctly suggested they run off again before getting dragged back to Pomefiore.

Their phones buzzed at the same time. And they checked to see: "Students, it has come to my attention that the tsums have returned to Night Raven College. All students who encounter one of these small creatures must bring it to the headmages office posthaste."

"This'll be fun" Akanda smirked

"Let's go meet the other tsums" Akedya grinned.

The three were the first to arrive, and Crowley looked between the two of them and the tsum "do you know which of you this tsum takes after?" He asked in a tired voice.

All three smiled at him.

"Its hard to say" said Akanda

"You'll need to know though, won't you" added Akedya.

"Yes I need to know. It's school policy that tsum-alikes are the responsibility of those they take after so I need to know who I'm assigning it to!" Crowley frowned at them.

"Can you tell us apart in the first place though?" One of the boys asked innocently.

"Of course I can!" Crowley lied.

"Then you should have no trouble telling who this tsum takes after" with how the twins moved about, even someone who could identify the pair would have trouble keeping track of who was who.

"This isn't a game." The headmaster said sternly "I am your headmage, so you are going to answer my question."

"Well..." Akanda began.

"Its hard to tell for us too..." Akedya said with a smile.

"But there's an easy way if only somebody could catch him" Akanda lied.

"Yes" Akedya continued "Akedya has a mole on his back left shoulder that I don't, if you caught the tsum we could check."

"But we haven't been able to catch it ourselves. It'll follow us, but won't let us touch it." Akanda shrugged.

Crowley looked at the tsum, which was knocking things off his desk. And the twins sat back to watch what would unfold next. This would be fun.

[mpreg-consandvans]

"Hey, you're Kris Eichmann, right? I think our daughters are in the same class," Arvind said to the gray-haired man as the attendants of the PTA meeting began to filter out of the gymnasium, "I'm Arvind. Sara Chaudhri is my daughter."

The gray-haired man shook his head and grinned as he took Arvind in.

"Close, but no, I'm Vance Eichmann. Our daughters are in the same class, though, assuming you think my daughter is Louise."

Arvind blushed slightly.

"Ah, my bad. 50/50 shot and I got it wrong. Yes, I assumed you were Louise's dad. Either way, nice to meet you."

He extended a hand and received a firm shake from Vance.

"Likewise, man. Louise told me that she'd just met another girl with two dads last week and I was wondering when I'd get the pleasure. Not too many of us around these parts," Vance said, raising an eyebrow meaningfully.

Arvind shrugged in a non-committal way.

"Yeah, as far as I know, our kids are the only ones with two dads in the grade. I think there's a boy in another class with two moms, but yeah, a little lonely out here," Arvind said.

"It's tough! Small town politics, you know. The kids are easy and the teachers are fine with it. It's the other parents you have to watch out for. Lot of sneaky little snakes in the grass in these parts. Anyway, Louise told me that you guys are new in town. Where did you move here from?"

"Pittsburgh! My husband Tim is an oncologist and he was working for the University of Pittsburgh. Housing prices were out of control there and we've always wanted to be in the suburbs, so Tim took a job at Our Lady of Mercy and we made the big move. It was also precipitated pretty heavily by uh...this," Arvind said, cradling his baby bump, "We hadn't really planned on another just yet, but life happened and we had to speed up our timetable."

"Ah, I was wondering. I'm also in the family way, as you can see. This'll be number seven for me," Vance said, patting his belly from both sides.

"Whoa, big family!" Arvind said in surprise.

"Ha, yeah, though only the third I've given birth to personally. Kris is my third spouse. Two kids each with both of my ex-wives, the youngest of whom is now seventeen. Louise is my eldest with Kris."

"So you're bisexual or...?"

"Nah, I'm definitely gay, hence the two divorces, but it took me until 40 to figure that out. Wasn't gonna let that stop me from being a dad!"

"Hey, good for you. You like being a dad a lot, then?"

"It's the freakin' best. Even better when they bake in your own oven. I love my older kids dearly, but these young ones...oh, it's different. Breastfeeding was the first time I really felt it. Pregnancy is so abstract, but when you have a real human baby in your arms who's drinking straight from you to survive, you can't help but fall head over heels."

"Gosh, that sounds amazing. This is actually my first time carrying for us," Arvind confessed, "Tim was hellbent on carrying at least one of our children, despite the fact that he's 80% of our household income and was finishing up residency at the time, so Sara was his one. I'm excited to get my chance."

"Arvind, my man! Oh, dude, you're gonna love it. How far along are you?"

"Just hit 30 weeks."

"Ahhh, about a month ahead of me. You're in for a fun time soon. This is right when the hormones start to mature and your birth canal begins to stretch. Your husband's gonna take notice and be all over you. Make sure you let him go to town on you at least every other day, starting in about a week. It'll help build up some muscle tone and it makes birth a lot easier."

Arvind blushed again in embarrassment as he checked to see that nobody else at the PTA meeting was still in earshot.

"Yeah, I guess I can try that with him, maybe," he said, unsure of what else to fill the awkward silence with.

Vance smacked himself on the forehead, realizing his faux pas.

"Ah, sorry. Me and my big mouth! I'm realizing now that you probably think I'm some hypersexual weirdo because I said that without telling you my job. I'm a sex therapist specializing in queer sex and pregnancy; I don't have a lot of shame when it comes to talking about traditionally taboo topics. Ignore me!"

Arvind chuckled as he realized the error.

"You lead an interesting life, Vance Eichmann."

[saltnsugarbear]

I love when we get freaky on camera (18+)

summary: Lip has a gift he wants to share on stream!

title from: "Cyber Sex" by Doja Cat

word count: 1.4k

content warnings: MDNI!!! rabbit vibrator makes a comeback (haha), so like slight mommy kink but in the chat not from Lip or reader, afab reader genitalia, mentions of a pocket pussy/fleshlight,

divider by @strangergraphics

You are going to hell. Okay, maybe hell is a bit extreme. But you are definitely fucked.

You told yourself you would stop tuning in to Lip's streams. You promised yourself.

However, you are... Not the strongest when it came to him. It didn't help you had to see him at work every day, and it really didn't help that, on the rare occasion, he talked to you with the same tone he used on stream. The same tone when he was teasing his chat about how they were so needy.

You wasted little time getting your computer set up five minutes before Lip went live. You had gotten used to his schedule by now, 10pm three times a week. You don't know how he did it or where he hosted these streams three nights a week when he still lived with all his siblings, but you weren't going to complain.

This one started the same as usual, Lip spent the first five to ten minutes catching up and palming himself over his boxers. You followed your own routine, turning on your vibrator and using it to tease yourself first.

"Got a few uh-" Lip huffs slightly, reaching off screen to grab something. "Got a few things gifted this week. Wanted t'use them tonight.."

What Lip brings onto camera makes you inhale sharply, bucking up into your vibrator. In his hands, he's got... Well, you're not entirely sure, eyes flitting around the screen, taking in his hands and his arms and his chest.

"Been lookin' at this one lately, so uh..." He huffs softly. "Thanks for the uh... Hah well the pocket pussy.."

You can tell by the tone in his voice that he rolled his eyes at the name. You have the luxury of knowing what he looks like, being able to guess what he looks like when he...

Lip ducks so the lower part of his face is on screen, his mouth, and his nose captured just before you could see his eyes. All you can do is watch when he opens his mouth, spitting onto the toy. You whine softly, jutting your hips to start slipping the toy into your entrance.

On screen, Lip removes one of his hands from the toy, slipping two fingers into his mouth. The chat box on the side is going wild, pinging rapidly with donations. Your eye catches on a few of them; so fucking hot, take mommy's fingers like a good boy, please just fuck it already...

When he removes his fingers, he spits on the toy again before he starts spreading his saliva along the slit of the toy. The slick sound as he slips his finger into the toy has you pushing the tip of the rabbit dildo farther into you. The initial stretch is always uncomfortable, but it's quickly forgotten once the toy is all the way in. Once it's there, you don't hesitate to start the actual rabbit part of the vibrator, watching as Lip adds a second finger into the toy.

He's fingering it for show, and it's damn near sinful. He doesn't need to fuck the toy with his fingers, he knows this and you know this and the fucking chat probably knows this. But the way he's thrusting two fingers in slowly is driving you wild.

The sound of him fucking the toy is pure filth. At this point, your toy is doing all the work as you lay and watch. Rutting your hips up into the rabbit to hit just right.

You've lost count of how many times you've come around the vibrator, turning off the rabbit when the overstimulation becomes painful but leaving it buzzing inside of you still. The most work your hand is doing is trying to adjust the position of the toy, twisting it this way and that way in hopes of hitting the right spot.

"Think this'll be enough?" Lip asks. He doesn't really expect an answer, but he always asks anyway. You watch as Lip stands up, slipping off his boxers and letting his cock spring free.

The sight always makes your jaw drop, exhaling softly and rutting your hips up into the rabbit. You watch as he settles back down, dick standing at attention for the stream to see. Lip spits into his hand, taking his saliva and gripping himself at the base. He works the spit over all of him, giving his cock a few extra tugs before he spits on the toy again. Whatever he sees at the slit makes him sigh heavily.

"Fuck- Don't think- Don't think y're gonna be able t'take it-" Lip hasn't even started trying to breach the entrance of the toy. His head is lined up against the entrance as he rubs it along the slit gently.

Watching him sink into the toy slowly feels like a religious experience. You want to replay that moment over and over again for as long as you can. The way he groans as he slides in does little to tame your thoughts, his head pokes out of the end of it when he reaches the hilt.

His breathing sounds ragged as he pauses. You can see the way his arm is shaking slightly with what you assume to be self restraint.

"Fuck-" He swears, head dropping so his nose is in frame. Lip's mouth is open as he tries to catch his breath at the feeling.

"So fuckin- so fuckin tight.." He grunts, bucking his hips slightly.

You are so fucked.

Your walls contract hard around the fake dick inside of you, causing the rabbit to tap against your clit making you whine softly.

Lip pulls out of the toy, groaning as he does so. You watch him adjust his hand, covering the open end of the toy before he slides back in.

"Shit- So- Fuck-" He breathes out heavily. You want so badly to be the thing he's fucking into, in this moment you'd say fuck it and even let him film while he's fucking you.

You're not sure what possesses you, but you're patting around your bed for your phone. When your hand hits the hard plastic, you grab your phone quickly, unlock it and open your messages, and look for your conversation with Lip. Your hands are shakey as you type.

You: Busy?

If you type anything else, you might give yourself away. You watch the stream closely. You've never really messaged Lip unless it was to get something to Fiona after her phone died.

Lip's head turns, his chest heaving in an attempt to catch his breath.

"Fuck.." He mutters softly, and you must have imagined the way his hips buck up slightly. One of his hands slips away from its grip on the toy, and within seconds, you get a response.

Lip: No

Lip: Why?

It's such a blatant lie, but there's no way you'd know if you hadn't already found his stream. So you play along.

You: Looking to score

You: A pre roll. Looking for a pre roll, should have specified

Lip huffs softly on camera, starting his movements again as he fucks into the toy.

Lip: No way you'd be able to buy from me with what we get paid

You can hear him pick up his pace, bringing his other hand to help move the toy along his shaft.

You: I could pay another way?

Lip groans in your headphones, and you can't help the way you buck into the toy still buzzing inside of you.

Lip: Another way?

You: Whatever you want

"Shit-" Lip grunts. "Shit, shit.."

You can see his release seeping out of the toy, covering his palm and creating a ring around the base of him. Your walls contract around your toy at the sight, inhaling sharply.

Lip ends the stream abruptly, not staying to clean up or do any of his other Saturday night stream routine.

Lip: Whatever I want?

Lip: That covers a lot of area

You huff, sitting up to pull the toy out of you. You message him quickly before you start cleaning yourself up.

You: Within reason

You're slipping on your underwear when your phone pings with his response.

Lip: I think I can come up with a few ideas

Lip: Meet at Patsy's?

You: Yeah

You: Don't come up with any dirty ideas

You wouldn't mind if he did choose a dirty idea, but you're not going to risk your relationship at work by saying that. Your phone pings with the last message he sends you for the night.

Lip: ;)

[ddejavvu]

and how do we feel about han’s hands on your hips tugging you down to sit on his lap in a cantina. your cold fingers bracing against the peek of hair on his warm chest as he dismisses your protests, saying it like you’re stupid: “everybody’s too drunk to notice anyways.” and repeats the same mantra when he’s rimming your little pussy with his rough fingers under your skirt

'dismisses your protests, saying it like you're stupid: "Everybody's too drunk to notice anyways'

'rimming your little pussy with his rough fingers under your skirt'

and he doesn't say that because it's true he says it because he's already reaching into your skirt and he knows you're worried about it. the urge hit him to stick his hand into your cunt so he's gonna say whatever he needs to say to get you to stop fussing so much about it and he's gonna forcibly tuck your face into his neck so that you can't get all in your head about someone seeing. there's not anyone watching, but if there was he'd make dark, poisonous eye contact with them while keeping his hand buried inside your cunt, obscuring it from view. he's not trying to put on a show here: audience members are not invited.

he just keeps soothing you in that deep, gruff voice of his, as considerate and soft as it'll get, 'don't worry, sweetheart. no one's watching. no one's seein' straight in this place, they couldn't even if they wanted to. hm? no, no one's comin' over. they walked out. don't worry, god, you're so fussy. hey- hey, if you keep worrying about it, you're never gonna loosen up. let go a little, there we go. relax, can't get anything in there if you're a big bundle'a nerves. loosen up for me, come on.

he feeds you a couple sips of whatever he's drinking like 'here. take some of this, and get out of your head. this'll make it a little easier for you to stop worrying so much, stupid.'

[ahgasegotarmy116]

Do It For Him | Keep Quiet For Me | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: You're on a family vacation but Jungkook wants you no matter the risk... Pairing: Daughter in law reader x Father in Law Jungkook (Yändere) Word Count: 2.3k~ Warnings: Explicit language, an injury and blood, smuttttt and infidelity (but it's difh so duh lmao) and barely edited but yeah that's normal for me lmao a/n: This is response to someone asking for a drabble of in regards to my answer on this ask thank you to the anon/s that were interested in this and sorry it took so long to get out 😭 I was very very burnt out on this story so I hope this'll make up for it Series Masterlist

"Do you need anything? I'm gonna run inside and go to the bathroom" I whisper to my husband while we're lounging outside with the rest of the family. "No that's okay, you go ahead" he says and I respond with a quick okay and give him a quick kiss before standing up. 

"Actually" he say, grabbing my hand to stop me from leaving just yet. I hum in acknowledgment, waiting to hear his request. "Do you think you could grab me another beer? Take your time in there though" he says giving me a sluggish smile, telling me he's fully relaxed and that I should probably follow up that beer with some water. "Sure honey" I say, grabbing both of our empty Kloud bottles and heading inside. 

Walking into the house I first go into the kitchen to throw away the bottles but on my way I grab my phone out of my pocket to check a notification that came in but before I'm even able to turn it on I feel one of the bottle slip from my grasp and fall on the floor, smashing and scattering the glass all over the floor. 

"Perfect" I groan under my breath and start crouching down to pick it all up. "Need a hand?" Jungkook asks raising his eyebrows after seeing the mess I've made. "No I'm fine I can take care of this on my own" I grumble and continue to pick up the shards while Jungkook just stands there staring at me. 

"What do you want Jungkook?" I ask after a few moments pass by and realize he's been starting at my chest this whole time. "Don't you think that bathing suit is a little...revealing?" he asks as he continues to stare, not even bothering to look me in the eye. 

"Last time I checked I didn't ask for your opinion and I'm still not asking for it now. Can you please just go back outside?" I ask and go to pick up another shard but when Jungkook tries to say something else I grab it too quickly and slice my hand.

"Shit" I say and stand up and grab a towel to prevent it from bleeding while I walk over to the bathroom to wash it. "There should be a first aid kit in there" Jungkook calls after me as he trails behind. "I know, why do you think I'm going to wash it in the bathroom instead of the kitchen?" I ask, pointing out how stupid it would be to tell me something I already am aware of. I've got accident prone kids so you would think it was important for me to find that right away. 

"Right" he mumbles to himself, trying to stem off the irritation in his voice. "What do you really want Jungkook?" I ask, since there's clearly something else he wants. 

"What I really wanna do is fuck that pretty attitude out of you but let's worry about fixing that hand up first Angel" he says, coming up behind me and placing a strong grasp on my hips as I wash the blood off. 

"Real funny Jeon now can you just leave? I can take care of this on my own" I say, clumsily trying to open the box but struggling to the point that Jungkook just opens it for me. "I said I could do it myself" I say, glaring at him even though I know I needed the help. "Sure you could" he responds with a taunting smile. 

Rolling my eyes at him I sift through the products and find an antiseptic and a bandaid big enough for the area. I go to rip the package open with my teeth but he takes it out of my hand before I'm able to. "I said I didn't want your help" I reply but hold out my hand anyways. "I know but you need it if we want to get this done before you bleed out" he says, focusing on the task at hand. 

"Don't be so dramatic I-" "Shh" "Did you ju-" "Shh" he shushes me again and I let out a big sigh but ultimately let him take care of it. 

"There, all better" he says, throwing away everything and I moved out of the way so he could use the sink to wash up. "Thank you" I mumble and he pauses for a second, "Thank you? Where's that smart mouth from earlier" he asks while drying his hands. "I was in pain and irritated alright just forget it" I say and turn to walk out. "That's the last time I'm saying thank you to you" I mumble and before I'm able to walk out of the bathroom he pull me back in. 

"What was that Angel? I didn't quiet catch that?" he asks, me now pressed up against the sink facing the mirror again with him pressing up against me. "I said that's the last time I'm saying thank you to you" I say glaring up at him in the mirror before focusing on trying to push him off. 

"Get off of me" I say, pushing my hips back against his and it then that I can feel how hard he's gotten. "That's not fair love. I took care of you and I think it's only fair if you help take care of me" he taunts rubbing his dick against my ass. "Jungkook stop everyone is outside" I plea, trying to knock some sense into him.

"Jungkook stop we can't do this" I say, slapping his hands away when they toy with the tie on my hip. "Why not angel? As long as you stay quiet no one will know" he says, pulling on the tie and sliding them down my legs, now only wearing my bikini top and a small cover I had over it which he slides down my shoulders next. 

"Let's take care of that attitude huh? Looks like someone forgot who they were talking to" he says, sliding his right hand down my stomach and his left up to hold my throat. "Jungkook please sto-" is all I manage to get out before he traces a finger through my folds, making me shudder at the contact. 

"Looks like someone was just begging to get fucked weren't they? Look" he say, showing me his finger, already soaked in my arousal. I try to look to turn my head away, hating that my body always responds to him but he grabs my jaw and turns me back to face the mirror. 

"Nuh uh, you're gonna be a good girl and watch. Watch me fuck that attitude right out of you just like I wanted to" he says, sliding his hand down from my jaw to my neck, applying just enough pressure to remind me of the control he has over me. 

"Let's see if you can cum on my fingers first huh? Think you could do that?" he asks and I don't answer, not wanting to play into his games. "Silent treatment huh? Cute" he says and applies more pressure before putting two fingers inside without warning. I choke back a moan, shocked up the stretch and the slight pain it brings. 

"If you want me to be gentle with you then you need to talk to me" he says, applying more pressure on my throat as if mocking me. Daring me to say something smart but I don't. "Let's try this again. You think you can cum on my fingers princess?" he asks and I shake my head slightly, wanting him to just fuck me and get this over with. 

"Really? Because I think you can. Let's test that theory" he says before he starts pushing his fingers in and out, dragging them along my walls while rubbing his thumb on my clit, all while holding my head up and making me watch as my face starts to contort in pleasure. "There you go princess, focus on how good it feels" he says, pumping his fingers in a bit faster and adding a third once I've stretched out enough. 

"You sure you can't cum? Because from the way you're body is talking to me looks like you're almost there" he taunts, taking note of how hard I'm squeezing his fingers and how my legs have already started shaking. I let out a choked back moan in response and I just hear a dry chuckle from behind, clearly enjoying my struggle in trying to keep quiet and he doesn't let up at all. 

"You're being stubborn aren't you? Trying to prove that I have to work harder to make you cum?" he growls in my ear as I continue to hold myself back, defying his claims and just waiting for him to fuck me and get it over with. 

"Fine since you want this cock so much then why don't you beg for it?" he says while taking out his cock and dragging them up and down my folds, making me purr at the sensation. 'Shit no I cannot give him the satisfaction of knowing that I'm enjoying this fuck!' 

"What was that?" he taunts, giving me a smug smile through the mirror which makes me look away again. He grabs my jaw roughly and brings my face back over again. "What was that princess? You like that?" he says doing it again, making my knees want to give out under me but he steadies me on my feet. 

"Something as simple as this is making you feel like that? Angel was sensitive now wasn't she? Just begging to get fucked and didn't know how to ask for it" he says and presses on my back making my cheek press up against the glass, my breath fogging up the mirror as he lines himself up, giving up on making me beg since we need to finish up fast before anyone notices. 

He pushes in without any notice leaving me biting down on my lip to muffle to sound but it only does so much. He inches inside of me giving me the smallest amount of time to adjust before he's bottomed out. 

"Look at you, such a dirty little slut letting me fuck you in here. Take you from behind while you watch us in the mirror. Is that something that turns you on Angel?" and at that my body betrays me and squeezes his cock, giving him the answer that he already knew would be true. "Fuck, you're incredible" he says, raking his eye up my form before meeting them in the mirror. 

"Keep quiet for me yeah? Wouldn't want anyone to know that you're taking my cock so well while your husband is outside now would we?" he says, trailing his hand up my back and finally untying the last two ties that are keeping my top on. "Or don't. I would love for them to hear what you sound like while you scream my name and beg for more but I don't think you want that now do you Princess?" he asks while placing a kiss on my neck. 

"N-no" I stutter out, knowing better than to not respond this time. He reaches his arm around and pulls me back up with his hand on my throat and makes me make eye contact with him through the mirror. "Then be good and cum on this cock. Can you do that?" he questions and I nod, not trusting my voice this time with the way he's rubbing up against my walls at this angle. 

He lets go of my throat and leaves me reaching out my arms to brace myself, my knuckle white from how hard I'm holding on and seconds later he pulls out, leaving just the tip inside before slamming into me, making me go on my tip toes from the force. He drills into me unapologetically while watching my face contort in pleasure through the mirror. 

I can't hold back and I end up letting out barely audible whimpers while he continues to abuse my aching cunt, already close to release. "Fuck Angel loosen up I can barely move" he grunts while I grip his dick so well, seconds from tipping over. "Cum" he growls in my ear and that's the last push I need to lose myself in the feeling, letting out a choked back sob and squirting all over him. 

"Shit" he grunts and picks up the pace of his thrusts, fucking me through my high and tipping himself over to reach his a minute later and he grabs onto my throat again, his other hand on my hip thrusting a few more times until he's spent and both of our releases are dripping out of me. 

"Fuck Princess I didn't know you could squirt" he says while roaming his hands up and down my body, touching me as much as he can before I push him off seconds later when that post nut clarity hits.

"Get out" I choke out, trying to calm myself down and bring my breathing back down to normal. "See you soon love" he says, placing a kiss on my shoulder before walking out. Not bothering to look around to see if anyone might see him leaving.  

I take a deep breath and turn on the shower, getting in and not bothering to wait for the water to heat up, letting myself deal with the chill it brings to my warm skin.

Standing with my face under the stream I try to drown out all the memories of what just happened and how I just let him do that to me. Why do I always just let him get his way? 

I can't keep doing this. I have to tell someone because this secret is suffocating me. 

If I keep it in much longer I don't know what'll become of the person I once was. 

I need to stop this, everything just needs to stop.   

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a/n: I can't find any other suitable danny gif, so this'll have to do 😔

𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Hating Danny Fenton comes to you as naturally as breathing. Like how the world orbits around the sun, and how Amity Park is almost always overrun by ghosts, it’s simply just a way of life. 

That doesn’t mean that it makes it any less bearable to be around him though.

See, it wasn’t really your fault to begin with. Your parents are still on good terms with each other, but in reality, you hate his entire being to bits. The feeling’s mutual though, as clearly shown by the amount of times he’s screwed you over. 

It all started in preschool, when he’d pushed you off the playground swing set even though your turn wasn’t up yet. You’d fallen on your face, scratches and bruises littering your arms and legs. When you cried, he merely ignored you and continued to play around. 

There were plenty of other incidents too, ranging from kicking down your sandcastle and even swiping your crayons when you weren’t looking. Either way, all those situations had culminated into an instinctual dislike, fuelled even further when the both of you got paired up for a project.

“If you could just stop breathing for a minute, I’d be incredibly grateful.” He rolls his eyes at your snide remark, getting up from his seat to pour more water from a half-filled jug on his desk. 

“I would, but then again it’d mean all this precious air would go to waste on you,” he responds instantly, taking a sip of water. “And as someone who cares deeply about the Earth, I’d hate for you to continue being a waste of space.”

Breathe in, breathe out. Control your temper. This is not grounds to start a fight with him. You’re better than this. It’s only temporary, and this project will be over quicker than you can say ‘oyster’.

“Let’s just get this over and done with, Fenton. The faster we finish, the sooner we don’t have to see each other outside of school.” The project itself isn’t that difficult — you’d just have to interview some residents around the neighbourhood regarding the ghost sightings that’d been appearing more and more regularly as of late.

Initially, you’d been the first to force down your disdain for him and reach out, trying to schedule a day to try and finish the project. However, he always seemed to either leave you on read, or mysteriously disappear and reply only hours later. 

Finally, you’d cornered him at school and forced him to head back home with you, deciding to finish the project at his house so that your parents wouldn’t see him and invite him to stay for dinner. 

“What’s with the closet, anyway?” You ask, glancing at the drawers that seem to be practically bursting with clothes. Some spill over, and you’re pretty sure you spot a pair of worn socks that lay around somewhere.

“Oh, that?” He sits back down, barely sparing it a glance. “What’s wrong with it?” He picks up the pen and starts scribbling down survey questions. He pays no mind to the way you squint at him, scrutinising his irritation. 

Fine. You shrug. If he’s not going to at least try to be civil, then there’s no point in trying, is there? May as well just get what needs to be done, done. You open the slide deck on your laptop, figuring out a format. “We should ask around about this new guy, have you heard about him? ‘Inviso-Bill’ or something.”

“It’s not Inviso-Bill.” Danny’s sudden remark is filled with frustration, drawing your attention and surprise. “It’s not.” He adds after, sensing that he probably reacted a little too strongly. Refusing to look you in the eyes, he continues to scribble away. 

Weirdo.

You cross your arms. “Okay, what is he called then?” Silence fills the air. You spot the way his eyebrow twitches slightly, and the slight downturn of his lips. Even though you prefer to hate him, annoying him is far more enjoyable. “Inviso-Bill it is.”

“Whatever,” he scoffs through gritted teeth. “Let’s just get it done.”

“Fine. I’ll take the three houses on the next street, and you just do whatever.” Gathering the papers you’d consolidated ideas on during class, you get up and leave his room, ignoring the way his shoulders slump slightly. 

Passing by the kitchen, your steps slow at the entrance to the basement. It’d been a while since you saw Mr and Mrs Fenton, and your parents still try to arrange regular meetups with each other. The stairs leading down to the basement beckon to you, following the strange green glow downstairs.

Mr and Mrs Fenton stand near a metal gateway, stashing away metal appliances and what seems to be D.I.Y metal guns. You knew they were ghost hunters, but not how involved they were. The hesitation you feel doesn’t last long when Mrs Fenton spots you and calls out your name happily as she approaches you.

“It’s been so long since I last saw you! How’ve you been, dear?” Mrs Fenton grabs your shoulders tightly, leaning down and kissing your cheek. You laugh awkwardly, shoulders relaxing when she lets go. 

“I’ve been alright. Mom and Dad say hi.”

“Would you like to stay for dinner? You definitely should. I’ll let your parents know.” She decides unilaterally, whipping out her phone and sending a swift text before you can protest. 

“No, that’s okay! I mean, it’ll be late, so my parents won’t be able to pick me up.” You try to make an excuse, looking for a way to get out of this. If Danny found out about this, you’re pretty sure the hostility in your nonexistent relationship would surely worsen.

“Mom? Dad? What’re you doing here?” 

Speak of the devil.

“Danny, my boy! We were just chatting with her about having dinner together. After all, your mother did make lasagna earlier.” Mr Fenton greets his son cheerfully, stashing away a gun at the same time. 

“That won’t be necessary.” Danny’s gaze turns icy, directing it at you with every intention to get you to refuse. You can only shrug helplessly, gesturing to the text that’s clearly sent on his mother’s phone. 

“Oh, don’t be like that! After all, what’s a little dinner between a married couple?”

“WHAT?”

Both your reactions are immediate, eyes wide as you stare at his parents in disbelief. Your lips part, trying to think of what to say. “Mom, Dad, this isn’t funny,” Danny states, already looking nauseous at the mere thought.

“It’s not a joke. Don’t you both remember?” She looks between you two, tilting her head in innocent wonder.

“No? I think we’d remember getting married, of all things.” Bile rises in the back of your throat and you force it back down, trying to answer her calmly. 

“Same,” Mr Fenton looks at his wife in confusion, scratching the side of his head.

She chuckles, hitting her husband’s arm lightly. “Of course! Don’t you remember, Jack? They dressed up and everything, it was conducted at the playground. They even kissed each other! It was so cute. I’m sure we have a picture somewhere.”

“You do realise we were just kids, right?” 

“Obviously, Danny. But you should have seen the way you were all sulky and mean after she started spending more time with Tommy. You even destroyed her sandcastle that time!” Mrs Fenton points out, showing you both the video of young Danny kicking down the sandcastle you’d spent so much time working on in the sandpit. “I remember you crying after she got mad. I still have the card you made as an apology.”

You turn your head slowly, looking at a very visibly flustered Danny. “Mom, that never happened.” He denies it, cheeks tinted pink. “Neither did the ‘wedding’.” He uses air quotes, and you can practically see the gears turning in his head, finding a reason to leave. “Now if you’ll excuse us, we have a project to work on.”

Bidding them goodbye, you follow him up the stairs into the living room where his materials are scattered about. “Did a hurricane go through here or something?” The tense atmosphere doesn’t dissipate, even with the snarky remark. 

He kneels down, picking up his papers. After a moment of hesitation, you kneel down and help him. One last piece of paper remains on the floor. As you go to pick it up, a cold hand lands right on top of yours. 

It’s an instinctive flinch, both of you tugging your hands back to your chests as if burned by hot coals. It’s not the most pleasant of sensations, but surprisingly not the worst. After the utter bomb of information that his parents have just dropped, it’s only normal that you’d both be rattled. 

“So,” You clear your throat, daring to pick up the last piece of paper regardless and standing back up. Stacking them together and handing them back to him, you draw it back as he reaches out to take it. “Where’s the card?”

He frowns, trying to grab the stack of papers you hold just out of his reach before giving up. “What card?” He asks reluctantly, though the glint of recognition in his eyes tips you off. He knows exactly what you’re talking about. 

“The card. I deserve it, so hand it over.” 

“It was ages ago! I don’t even have it anymore.”

“I could always check with your mom.” You shrug innocently, watching his expressions morph from annoyance to frustration, and finally defeat. 

He storms over to a random drawer located right next to the television, pulling it open. He reaches in and pulls out a card that’s clearly decorated by someone with the art skill of a preschooler, handing it to you with a scowl. 

You exchange it with his stack of papers, taking it with a satisfied smile. “Why’s it even important to you anyway?” You hear him mumble under his breath. 

“Hey, I spent hours on that sandcastle you destroyed. I deserve to see you suffer, even if it’s just a little bit.” 

“It’s just a sandcastle,” He states plainly as if speaking to a child. You roll your eyes, glaring at him. 

“That sandcastle was going to be our fort, you idiot. I built it for us to play with. And those crayons you took away from me too? I was gonna use them to draw a birthday card for you.” Finally flipping open the card at his silence, warmth spreads across your cheeks as embarrassment creeps up your neck.

You’d gotten a little frustrated at his idiocy, but you didn’t actually intend to tell him about the true intentions behind both incidents. However, what you see in the card leaves you speechless.

‘Sorry’ is carefully written in your favourite colour on the top, albeit still messy. A drawing of a girl you assume to be you is holding hands with a blob whom you assume to be Danny. Both of you are smiling in the drawing, and a heart that’s coloured red is creatively placed in both figures. 

The pure innocence in it is touching. Plus, the card itself is still surprisingly clean and well-kept, like someone had purposely made sure it wasn’t stained in any way. “I never found the right time to give it to you.” Dany voices out quietly, hands fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

A breath catches in your chest, looking at him with new understanding. A moment of silence passes, neither of you looking away. The fact that he’d kept it safe and cared for all this time tugs at your heartstrings. You break the stare first, looking back down at the card with a soft smile.

“You’re an idiot.” 

[jillsandwhichs]

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Chapter 11 to RE Character x Reader Smutshot Collection

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Pairing: F!Reader x Jake Muller

Summary: You and Jake get into an argument. It was over something so stupid—chores. You wish it never even happened. When your boyfriend plans to get in the shower, you have a cheeky thought of hey, you do as well

Status of your guy's relationship in this one shot: Dating

WC: 2.4k

Type: NSFW

Warnings: Spanking/Slapping, Making out, Dirty talk, Shower sex, P in V (Unprotected), You finish first, He pulls out

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You let out yet another loud sigh as you read from the pages attached to the book you've been reading. Reading after you and Jake just said some nasty things to each other and quit talking to one another was probably the best idea you could think of. It's either that or sulk over the whole ordeal. Jake has been silent the entire time, just keeping to himself. You occasionally catch yourself glancing at him after finishing a sentence of your book, but he's never looking back at you.

Him and that damn chair. He always sits there when he has something on his mind. You wish you could ask him what he's thinking about but you fear you'd get no reply. That's fine though, you can be stubborn too, if not more. It's times like these where you wish you had a more head strong & spunky personality. You don't though. Now you're forced to just sit in silence with this man until one of you gives in and most of the time, it's you.

You wish the two of you had a healthier way to deal with these things, but you just don't. Sitting in complete silence tends to be the cure for you both.

Turning the page in your book, you glanced up as you saw movement out of the corner of your eye. It was Jake. He stood up and was heading towards the bathroom. You raised an eyebrow but ignored it, focusing back on the letters aligned on the pages before you. The sound of the bathrooms fan turning on was heard and you then heard water begin to spout out of the shower head. Ah, so he's taking a shower in order to avoid you? Nice.

You scoffed to yourself and decided it would be best to ignore it. Maybe he'll do some self reflecting and by the time he is done, he'll apologize for being an ass and you two can go back to normal. Of course, you'll have to apologize too. Neither of you are innocent, hardly ever.

The bathroom door creaked back open and he walked out of it with his shirt off, now only in his worn out black jeans. He hovered over the dresser and grabbed a shirt to throw on after his shower. He does look good, so fucking good. You bit your lower lip and looked back down at your book, trying your best to ignore the man. Your efforts were futile-how can you ignore such a man? Jake looked back at you and sighed.

"I'm gonna take a shower babe so if you need me, just come in." He stated and closed the drawer. You sat up and closed your book, making sure to set the piece of yarn you've been using as a substitute to mark the page you left off on. "Jake," You whispered, getting up off of the bed. He paused and turned his head, glancing back at you. "What?" "Can I take one with you? I planned to tonight anyways." You truly did. That isn't a fib. However, you have a feeling you know what this'll turn into and it's perfect.

Jake nodded without a verbal reply. You nodded and ambled over to your dresser, pulling out a robe to wear once you're done with the shower. You plan to just get in there and get out-unless Jake has something else on his mind. You don't know. Maybe he's too upset to even try anything. You surely won't. You'll just go with the flow. Walking into the rest room, you closed the door behind you and noticed that Jake was already in the shower. He got undressed quick.

Standing in front of the mirror, you removed the long sleeve shirt you were wearing along with the sporty, perky shorts you had on. It's spring time so you've been wearing more baggy, casual outfits as of late. You and Jake shower together often so it won't be too awkward, you hope. The only reason it will be (If it is at all) is because of the argument you two had. Hopefully Jake can for once be mature enough to let it go, as you have. You folded your clothes and tossed them into the hamper before stepping into the shower.

Jake was turned around, facing the shower head. His backside was facing you. You couldn't help but admire his gains. He's been in the gym a lot more recently and looks better each and everyday. You watched as he ran his fingers through the bit of hair he has before he then turned around to face you. It took everything in you to not look down at his dick-which was oddly tempting. You brushed off the urge and instead turned around and reached for your shampoo.

As you did that, you felt Jake's hand make it's way to your hair. It was a bit messy, you didn't really care about brushing it today. He took it out of the low ponytail it was in and grabbed the shampoo bottle out of your hand. "What are you doing? I need to wash my hair." "I know." Was all he said. You sighed and went to turn around but stopped as you felt both of his hands begin to caress your head and move around in your hair. Makes sense-he is washing your hair for you.

Is this is way of apologizing? If so, it's accepted.

You let out a sigh and closed your eyes. You reveled in the exhilarating feeling of his fleshed out fingers scrunching the soap up into your locks. Jake made sure to get every nook and cranny. "Here." He tilted your head and scrubbed the soap out of your hair, allowing it to slip down into the drain of the shower. The way he did it calmed you down immensely. You could fall asleep just by him doing this to you. After a little bit longer, he successfully got all of the shampoo out of your hair.

A soft smile formed on your face as you opened your eyes and spotted Jake gazing at your body. He always does that. The twinkle that appears in his eyes when he sees you always reminds you that yeah, he is in love with you. You grabbed the body wash (Specifically the one he uses) and you squirted it into your hand. Jake chuckled. "Using my body wash? Your girly one is right there." "No, stupid. Obviously I am going to use it on you." You responded to his teasing. He snickered and nodded.

You began to lather it all over his fit body. You caressed his bulk shoulders, fibrow chest, lower stomach area and even his hips. You made sure to get him clean. As you continued to stroke his body, Jake pulled you into him, his hands resting on your ass. You smirked and flatend your hands on his chest. "What?" "You know exactly what you are doing baby." Jake said gruffly. You bit your lip and looked away all guilty. "That's what I thought." You felt his hand swat your bum.

He grabbed your chin and tilted your head up to face him. You smirked and Jake pressed his lips to yours. The water of the shower ran between the two of you, coating your guy's bodies. You giggled into the kiss and encased your arms around his built neck. His hands retorted from your ass and slithered around your lower back as he pushed you against the white shower wall. The warmth of the water only added to the make out.

Jake grunted into the kiss and licked your lower lip, needing entry into your mouth. You moaned as you parted your lips, accepting Jake for all he is. He slid his tongue into your mouth immediately and explored it. His tongue was all over the place-and so were his hands. They went from your back, to your ass and to your tits where he'd grope them softly, making sure to twiddle with your nipples even. You simply kept your arms around him, occasionally scratching his head desperately.

With him pressed up against you, you could feel how hard he already was. You suppose the argument the two of you had earlier was fresh out of his mind. He's hard, you're soaked-and not just from the shower. "Jake..." You whimpered as he pulled from the kiss and instead began to kiss your neck, biting & suckling on it. "Baby." You dug your nails into his bulky shoulders. You heard a pop from his lips as he went away from your throat. "What?" "I want you." You bit your lower lip and kissed him again.

His hand went to his cock as you said that, pumping it a couple times. You glanced down at it and noticed the visible, clear coded pre-cum dripping from his throbbing tip. "Say that again." Jake hummed. He loved hearing the more submissive side of you. "I want you so badly." You whispered to him, slowly training both of your hands down his torso till they reached his length. You grabbed it with one hand and pumped it yourself. Jake groaned loudly and closed his eyes as you did this.

"What do you want baby? You have to tell me." "You know what I want though." You sighed, letting go of his cock and once again slithering your arms around his neck. He nodded with a snicker, "I know." Jake then suddenly scooped you up into his arms, you were surprised the man didn't slip. You laughed and pressed your forehead against his. You always feel safe in his arms, even when you know he's about to make you unable to walk for a good bit.

Jake held the base of his member and swiped it through your folds. You moaned and rubbed the back of his head. What really made you lose it was when he finally slid it inside of you, all the way until he was buried in you. "Shit." Jake mumbled, stopping himself for a moment to let both of you adjust. You held onto his body with your strength. You knew that with his personal strength, he'd be able to keep you lifted up throughout all of this.

Once both of you adjusted, Jake began to move. The feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you was beautiful. You sighed softly at the pleasurable relief you were finally feeling. All of that worrying about the argument and wondering when the two of you would go back to normal again slowly began to dissipate with each thrust that was pumped into you. Sex was apparently all you two needed for this argument.

Pushed up against the wall with your feet dangling, Jake was in total control here. "You feel amazing, pretty girl." Jake praised you with the truth. He's always loved how you feel on the outside, but on the inside? He's dumbfounded. You giggled and kissed his right cheek, then went down to his neck, kissing it gently whilst giving it little bites and sucks in between. You could feel his cock inside of you begin to pick up in pace and pressure.

He honestly wasted no time at all. Before you knew it, you were being fucked like you deserved. Jake had his arms firmly wrapped around you as he thrusted up into you with a force not to be reckoned with. You moaned out a whimper with each movement and that was Jake's pride practically singing out a tune to him. Each time you made one of your little noises, he only wanted to pleasure you more, knowing he's the only one that can get you this way.

You pulled away from his neck and let your head tip backwards. You were dumbed out by how good he was fucking you. "Look at you... So pretty... Keep taking it baby." Jake grunted out. He looked down at where he was inside of you and let out a low & subtle "Fuck." At the sight. It was glorious. This is how he's able to make you feel good-by using his little friend. "Only I can make you feel this way, right?" Jake questioned you. All you could do was let out another moan and dig your recently done nails into his shoulders.

"That's all I needed to hear." He then began to fuck you even harder and faster. You hid your head in the crook of his head and whimpered against it. The hot water continuously poured onto the two of you, which enhanced the feeling of pleasure, if anything. You were sure you just sit there and take it, letting Jake do whatever he wanted to you. It was clearly defibrating out his anger. "Kiss me, kiss me right now." Jake panted out. You chuckled out breathlessly and smashed your lips against his.

He weaseled his tongue into your mouth and massaged it against yours. He's very much into full-blown making out with you, the man could do it for hours. You felt his hands move from being around your thighs to holding your ass. Now, he was taking advantage of this, squeezing and slapping your bum at every moment. "You're so fuckin' sexy." He whispered against your lips. The water spilled between your guy's body and the warmth of it was that of excellency, it makes you wonder why you two don't fuck in the shower more often.

Inside of you, Jake was twitching. He's going to cum soon and so are you. The feeling of his pounding into you whilst talking so passionately and groping your ass was enough to bring you to this point. "Fuck baby, I'm so close." You panted out against his mouth, sticking your tongue into it again. You felt him grip your ass tighter and fuck you harder. This was a sign of 'I know' which he did—and he is going to make sure you cum like the good girl you are.

With only a few more pumps into you, you released around his member. You moaned softly and shook in his arms. Jake was sure to hold you close and to make sure your release wasn't in vain. You were wondering why he hasn't came yet. "Baby?" You murmured but quickly, Jake pulled himself out of you and ejaculated on your stomach. The white, creamy fluid however was soon down the shower drain with the rest of your juices too. "God," Jake groaned and rested his head against your shoulder, "That was something else."

You smiled and caressed the back of his head. "It was, hm?" You said in a low tone before kissing the back of his ear. "I love the way you cum around me." Jake admitted before patting your ass and putting you down. Although, your legs were wobbly and you almost fell over, Jake was sure to hold you close and make sure the opposite of that would occur. You tilted your head up and puckered your lips. Jake smirked and kissed you softly, gripping onto your ass and making sure you felt it real good.

"Let's actually shower now, yeah?" You chortled and grabbed the loofah hanging off of the shower handle. "Mmm, fine. But don't be surprised if it just turns into something else again." "Oh I'm counting down the seconds."

You then squirted soap onto the loofah and began to scrub yourself with the lemony, citrus scent—one you know drives Jake insane.

[brookiesblurbs]

Heyyyyy I just found you account! I was wondering if you could write some Shane fluff? Like him being super protective of fem!reader who doesnt have any survival skills and even tho it should annoy him so much he just thinks reader is cute and wants to take care of her??

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SOLITUDE !! ୨ shane walsh.

SUMMARY — shane teaches a sweet girl how to shoot a gun and is a little vulnerable with her. WARNINGS — guns?? is that a warning? daryl being clocked for zero reason by shane. WC — 1.8k A/N — it's three am, popped a energy drink and shoved this out of my asshole. it's probably ooc idk i've... never written for shane and like. he was only normal for like two episodes. lowkey went off the ask a bit i'm sorry bae i'm buns at writing cute readers. also have no idea why i used pronouns instead of 'you' but i haven't written in six months and lowkey forgot how to write fanfics HAHA anyways i had fun writing for twd this made me excited to get more asks! this'll be the average length for requests so i can get them done in like two hours. bro i thought i was so funny sneaking the let me tell you somethin in

The silence of the desolate world around him amplified Shane’s solitude.

Ever since the walkers appeared, emptiness had become a companion Shane didn’t remember inviting into his life. The roads were eerily quiet, the air heavy with the faint stench of decay, and only the occasional rustle in the bushes reminded him that danger was always lurking nearby.

Shane had learned one thing the moment the CDC started sending out those first vague warnings about a virus: he was on his own. But being a protector was in his nature. He could thank his years as a sheriff for that. Shane was a lot of things— harsh, abrasive, even violent when the situation called for it— but before all of that, he was a protector. It was a promise he had made to himself, and one he had made to Rick: he would die before he let anything happen to Carl or Lori. So far, he’d kept that promise, even though it had cost him his peace of mind and any chance at sleeping soundly through the night.

A girl wasn’t in his plans. She was this sweet girl, God, far too sweet to be mixed up in this. She couldn’t have been more than a few years younger than him, and she was brilliant, in her own way. She wasn’t dumb by any means. She knew her way around Atlanta, and she was good with things he wasn’t. Emotions mostly. Everyone was treated the same by her. Gently. She was far too skittish, though. Took too long to make decisions that were a matter of living or dying in a world like this. If it was anyone else, Lord only knew how Shane would react.

Shane had this instinct, the same he had with Lori and Carl, towards her.

“Now, listen. No, no, no. Both hands.” Shane spoke, his tone flat and huffed out, like usual. His patience was a flaw of his. Especially with her, because it seemed like he was speaking in tongues anytime he said anything to her. “I don’t care if you see Rick and I shootin’ with one hand. You always use two hands, you hear me, girl? Alright, there ya go.”

Shane had been teaching her how to use different guns for the last hour. She was the only adult of the group who had no training whatsoever, and in Shane’s mind, the most important thing to him was knowing she’d be alright if a Walker came up on her.

“This is a G17.” He tried again, standing behind her as he watched her aim it. He shakes his head when she looks up at him with that deadpan look. “’S’a Pistol. Called G17 because it has seventeen rounds.” He takes out the magazine to show her the small silver bullets. He hands her one to show her how to reload it. She promptly drops it, and he believes this is his punishment for saving her butt instead of letting her get herself killed.

“Good Lord. Have you ever shot a gun in your life?” Shane’s tone is snappy now, talking to her like he would one of the males in the group.

“Why would I? I’m not a sheriff.” The indifference in her voice irks him even more.

“Thank God for that. You’re more likely to hit Daryl in his big ass head than a damn Walker.”

“This is pointless, Shane.”

Shane gets that little scrunch in between his brow, and he’s getting irritated. He takes a step back and runs his hands over his face. “It ain’t pointless. This is meaningful stuff I’m tryin’ to teach you.” He's trying to keep his voice level.

"It's pointless!" She argues.

“Let me tell you somethin’, girl! If you can’t learn how to shoot these geeks in the head, you ain’t makin’ it. That’s just the way it is. You gotta adapt, otherwise you’ll end up just like Ava. You want that? Huh?” Shane’s snapping now, his tone sharp and cutting. That impatient look hardened into a piercing, unforgiving glare.

It nearly broke his heart seeing the way she flinched when he yelled.

Everyone has warned her about Shane. Dale has been relentless with his talks with her, about how he knew men like him back in the war. Angry, aggressive, violent. Those words have been drilled into his head. She’d treated him just the same as everyone else. Like he was human, and not some dog.

Shane wouldn’t hurt her. God, he’d never even think about laying his hands on a girl, especially not her. He’d grown to care for this group of lone wolves, even if he’d never say that out loud. In an ideal world, he’d be able to keep everyone safe. Never did he want to scare you.

“Shit.” He murmured, all the ice leaving his voice immediately. Might have even been soft. “I didn’t mean’ta snap like that. Come on, I’ll show you one more time, then we can head back. Been a long day.”

She nods, although she still seems a little dazed by him yelling at her.

“I don’t wanna die.” She says quietly, aiming the gun back up. Shane set up an empty bean can on a log, and her eyes locked on it. Shane’s head snaps back over to her as she says it. It’s so quiet, he thought he imagined it.

“I know you don’t.” He moved behind her, gently lifting her arms up. His hands are calloused, but his touch is soft. Shane doesn’t need to touch her, but he wants to. It’s his way of apologizing for snapping without needing to say it vocally. “Aim above the target, just a little. Firm grip, like I told ya.”

“I don’t think I really have a choice on whether I’ll live or not.”

“Yeah, well. Tough, girl. You ain’t dyin’ and I ain’t lettin’ you.” He mumbles. His brown eyes aren’t looking at her, but at the target. His face is scrunched, like the thought of her dying made him feel ill. She can see his expression out of the corner of her eye. “Look at the can.”

She steadies the gun on the can. “I don’t get why you’re taking care of me.”

“I’m not takin’ care of you. I’m teachin’ you how to do it yourself.” Shane says.

They’re so far away from the camp and so deep in the woods that even a gunshot wouldn’t alert Walkers, especially not with a pistol this quiet. He made sure to take her far enough away, that way she could get a shot in.

“I don’t wanna learn how to kill.” She murmurs. “More than I don’t wanna die.”

Her finger finally rested against the trigger. And right as she’s about to pull it, Shane does something odd— his hands move to cover her ears. His forehead moves to rest against her hair. She pulls the trigger, and his hands are enough to keep her steady from the recoil and to block out the ringing that follows the bullet. It’s more of a crack than a bang, and it startles her a little. You never really get used to the sound of guns.

His lips press softly against the side of her head, and she realizes then that he wasn’t just touching her to protect her from losing her hearing— he knows this was frightening for her. She didn’t want to learn how to shoot, because she didn’t want to have to kill. And Shane knew this was eventually going to save her from other humans, even if he wasn’t there to protect her. He takes the gun from her shaking hands and puts it back in his holster, but his hands shift right back to cradle the sides of her face.

“You’re good. You’re full of good, that’s why I care. That’s why I’m teachin’ you this. Without good, we’ll all lose reason to keep goin’. You’re— You’re the reason the group keeps goin’.” Shane’s voice is shallow, and he keeps swallowing in between each sentence, because being vulnerable was like swallowing poison to him. “If something were to happen to Carl, or to you, it’d wreck the group.” A pause. “Wreck me.”

They’re both quiet for a moment. She’s not sure how to respond, and if she did, she didn’t want to make his walls come back up. Shane, on the other hand, seems to be grappling with his own thoughts, his head tilted slightly as if weighing the unspoken words lingering between them.

Shane glances at her, his expression softening just a fraction. There’s something in his eyes— gratitude, perhaps, or relief that she didn’t say anything. All she can hear is the chirping of birds, and Shane soft breaths against the side of her head. She peeks past him. There’s a clear hole in the can, where the bullet had passed through. She gently elbows Shane.

“Look at that, Shay!” She exclaims, and she’s beaming. “Fuckin’ bullseye!”

Shane starts laughing, and he’s not sure if it’s because she’s cussing, or because she called him by the same nickname Rick used to. Either way, he’s not as tense. He pulls away from her and pats her on the shoulder.

“That’s my girl! Now we gotta find one of them sonabitches for you to practice on. With a knife, though. I ain’t trust your aim enough to be wastin’ bullets.”

She’s laughing too, and the sound makes Shane a little dizzy. The tension from earlier has faded, but she’s going to remember his words. She’s going to use them as a reminder to stay alive.

“Let’s go back to camp. I’m hungry.” She says after their smiles dim.

“Yeah? Got some yummy frog legs already for ya.” He teases, slinging an arm around her shoulders. He grins at her disgusted noise.

“You are nasty as hell. I ain’t eatin’ that.”

“Guess you’re goin’ hungry then, missy. We’re fresh outta beans.” Shane laughs again as she gently shoves him. “Maybe we’ll get lucky and Glenn’ll be playin’ his guitar tonight.”

“You aren’t gonna have ears after I tell Daryl you called his head big.”

“Yeah, you do that, and you ain’t eatin’ for a month.”

They fake argue the whole way back to camp, their laughter weaving through the trees, a rare sound in the world they now inhabit. By the time they step into the clearing, the familiar sight of the camp greets them like honey. Glenn is strumming his guitar near the fire, just like Shane had hoped for.

Rick is crouched by the fire, his hat pulled low over his face as he pokes at the glowing embers, coaxing the flames higher. Dale is seated nearby, gesturing animatedly as he recounts some story to T-Dog, who nods along with a look that’s part amusement, part confused as hell. Across the way, Carol is tending to some stew, the smell faint but warm, mingling with the wood smoke curling into the night. All four of them are smiling. Even Daryl, who’s using his knife to carve into a stick, seems to be content listening to Dale.

It’s domestic in a way Shane hasn’t felt in a long time. And for once, the loneliness that so often claws at his chest feels light enough to ignore.

[foone]

The way it works is it's a surgery to make you immune to a bullet.

Note, that's not the same as being immune to bullets. You're only immune to a single shot: if someone shoots you twice, you're dead.

You can take the surgery again, though. The only real limitation is that you gotta wait 2-3 weeks between each time. But if you've got the money and the time, you can be as bulletproof as you want.

It doesn't "refill", by the way. Often when the surgery is explained people think it's like "a bullet a day" or "you can get shot once a year" or whatever. Nope! Once you've been shot it's just like you never had that surgery to begin with. If you want to "refill" that immunity? You have the surgery again.

No, there's no upper limit to how many times you can go, that we know of at least. There's one guy in Florida who has made it "his thing" to get the surgery as often as he can. He's currently up to about 50. Obviously there's some people online who've said they're gonna shoot this guy and lower his "record", just to be countrary.

Anyway I'm sure there'd be people who have even higher numbers (anyone who has "getting shot" as a major occupational risk, ie, politicians, soldiers, cops, and anyone doing any kind of residental survey in rural areas), but they only invented the surgery like three years ago, it's just simple math: you can't do much better than that guy.

The invention of the surgery hasn't done much to decrease gun sales, though. I mean, there's been a slight increase in people buying guns with larger capacity, for what I'd consider obvious reasons.

I did see an article suggesting that in the long run it might end up increasing the sale of guns. See their analysis is that two factors are going to drive up gun ownership:

1. People will be more willing to shoot at trespassers and thieves and such, because it'll be more like a warning shot: if they have some immunity, it won't be murder. So far that hasn't really happened as not that many people have the surgery yet. Although it's spreading fast, only major cities have surgeons trained in it, and often waits for surgery can be months long.

2. Conversely, people are going to be more likely to break in and rob and trespass if they know they can't be shot dead for it, because they got the surgery. There'll be a minor uptick in home invasions and such and this'll cause a big predictable panic among middle class homeowners who are now terrified some hooligan is gonna break into their house to steal their iPads. Thus they go throw money at security systems and cameras and guns.

So who knows at this point. If the cost (in both time and money) comes down, maybe it becomes super common for people to be so effectively invulnerable to guns that there's really no point in owning one?

I do agree with the common consensus that this is going to drive a big increase in crimes committed with knives and such. Why take a risk that your target might be immune?

Which reminds me of another thing to clarify because sometimes people online get this very wrong: it's only for bullets! You are not immune to getting hit by a car or poisoned or set on fire. Don't walk into traffic or anything, jesus.

Oh one last thing: there is a blood test that can tell if you have immunity, but it can't tell how many times you've had the surgery. You gotta figure that out yourself: so ask your doctor, search your emails, something. Every day I'm hearing from healthcare workers saying someone came in to get the blood test and it had to be explained to them that we can't tell how much protection you have: only if it's there or not. And I feel like a fool for having to say this, but REMEMBER to subtract any times you've got shot! (if you have been) Obviously!

EDIT: In light of recent events, people are sharing this post and arguing about it a lot, but let me be clear: grazes and small cuts do not count! The exact dividing line is too complicated to explain here (look up "circulatory shock" on Wikipedia), but basically if you don't end up with a big hole in you, the shot doesn't trigger the immunity.

That's how it works: you could have an ear blown clean off, and you'd still not trigger an immunity. So please stop spreading that idiotic conspiracy theory that a former president didn't have any immunity. You can barely run a high-school without being required to have immunity to hold the position, because what if someone shoots you? Come on! Of course he has immunity.

For all we know he's got some prototype experimental shit they use on president's that got him up to 200 in a couple days. There's endless rumors of the DoD funding billions in black budget items to that sort of thing, because of course. Who wouldn't want a way to make bulletproof soldiers? You don't think the soviets are pouring even more into it?

[blessedbygookim]

Fuck it.

The Queen Of Busan.

16 year old Goo and Gun, on their way to see this through.

Part one: the meeting.

Part two: defeated.

Part three: years.

(This is my first story in a while, be nice. 🥲)

also huge thanks and hugs and kisses to @sscarletvenus for encouraging me and giving advice when procrastinating writing 🫶🏻

"Are you sure we're at the right place?"

Comes the question from the raven haired man.

"Yupp, I’m sure."

The response comes from the faux blonde after a second of silence, followed by a pop of his lips.

Goo and Gun both observe the bustling city, as the blonde looks a little impatient with his hands in his pockets. Gun lets out a soft sigh as he glances out onto the streets from under his sunglasses. His cold black scleras give away only the most minute detail about his thoughts, though as he remains completely expressionless, giving away no more than he wants to.

Both of them stood in Busan, in front of a pretty lavish looking restaurant. Word has spread, that apparently, an unknown person came in like a thunderstorm. A whirlwind of power that swept through the streets of the whole city, in the matter of months establishing themselves as the new head of Busan.

Gun keeps his eyes on the scene before them, observing the busy streets with their many patrons who possibly frequent the area. A faint smirk can be seen curling the corners of his lips as his hand moves into his pockets, leaning back against the brick wall he's standing at the moment.

Goo on the other hand can be seen casually leaning against the wall next to Gun, a faint smirk gracing his face as he casually watches the city in front of him. There is a casualness in their stances that seems unnatural, almost as if they are already in charge; in a stance best suited for villainesses, or in their cases, cocky and delusional teenagers.

For a minute or so they just stand outside looking around, Gun's expression turns as stone cold as his black irises, before he finally walks over to the door and opens it, stepping inside, with Goo following closely behind.

Finally turning to face the blonde haired man beside him, Gun speaks. Keeping his tone low and calm.

"So you're telling me that this new mysterious person is in this restaurant, right now?"

The blonde man nods his head at the calm and quiet tone of voice he has to speak.

"He has to be, I traced the source back to here and there's no where else to look for now."

He gestures more into the restaurant as he speaks, sounding almost nervous and excited at the same time.

"Are you ready to go in and try to talk to him already so we can get this over with?"

"Yes, now would you please try and keep a low profile this time? I'd rather not to have another incident like last time."

Gun says as he pulls the other man gently by the shoulder, stepping into the crowded restaurant with a slight huff from the both of them.

The blonde man nods his head at Gun's requests, following right behind Gun with a soft smirk still gracing his face. The man was the complete opposite of Gun most of the time, being very charismatic and talkative.

"You know how difficult that is for me, right?"

He says, taking a few steps right with Gun to keep up with him.

“Doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try.”

Gun's cold eyes scans the crowd slowly, his hands moving out from his pockets now. It's a pretty fancy establishment, with quite a lot of people inside. They know nothing about how this person looks like, so they have no idea who to look for, and unfortunately, none of them stood out to Gun.

"This'll be harder than I expected." Gun says, speaking more to himself than anyone else. He lets out a slight sigh as he pushes his way through the crowd. “Perhaps we should ask one of the waiters.. I heard this establishment is under the head’s surveillance anyway.”

The playful smile curls further up on the blonde man's face, but purses his lips with a slight shrug.

"That's not a bad idea to do. Who should be the one to seek out a waiter?"

He says, looking at him with a playful smirk reaching the edge of his eyes. What's with this place employing good looking people? Goo can't help but notice this fact. Both waiters and waitresses are stunning, which made him think it must be a requirement to be good looking to work at this restaurant.

Gun lets out a small exhale, knowing it will be him stepping up and flag down a waiter, since he was the more mature one after all- or so he liked to think.

"Yes, how may I help you?"

Spoke the waiter, his tone of voice is polite and soft, professional.

"We were wondering if the person in charge of this establishment is around right now, we've heard about a lot of people speaking highly of him lately."

Gun says calmly, speaking in a very neutral tone as he doesn't show any hints of emotion at the moment. The waiter listens carefully to their request for a few seconds before speaking up again, his tone staying polite and soft, but now it also contains a subtle hint of suspicion as he raises his eyebrows at them a little.

"I apologise, but may I ask who you're looking for specifically?"

The waiter is extremely courteous and professional, though it's clear from the subtle hints in his questions that the man probably has some suspicion that they aren't as innocent as they claim to be.

"Well... the head... of the city in a way..."

Goo shrugs, unsure of what to say and how to get his words across. Because how would you ask of someone feared through the city, especially civilians?

“We've heard of this new mysterious figure who has recently claimed power here in Busan, the city seems to be a lot safer than it was before he rose to power.” Gun continues calmly, he feels the waiter's skepticism at the two boys, as he feels that he won't believe that they are simply 'curious'. "We'd like to meet him."

Letting out a soft hum of realization, seeming to be understanding now of what they meant as his brow lowered and his expression turned into a more curious demeanor, as a faint smile appeared on his lips as be speaks again.

"Are you referring to the Queen of Busan?"

Both Gun and Goo glance at each other as those words leave the man’s lips with eyebrows raised.

Queen..?

A female..?

Was this a joke?

The waiter did not seem afraid of the question at all, nor introducing this new head of their scene but seemed more... excited? Exhilarated? Prideful? Almost boastful?

"Yes...?"

Goo responds, more of a question itself rather than a clear answer, even more confused and unsure than before.

The waiter's expression quickly turns from one of curiosity to excitement, as the waiter's tone brightened up and even his stance loosened.

"Right this way." The waiter says as he quickly motions towards the back of the restaurant. After a few seconds of walking and following the waiter into a corner part of the restaurant, they spot a woman sitting, all alone.

"Good afternoon, Miss Nova. I apologize for disturbing your lunch time, but these two gentlemen are looking for you, the Queen Of Busan."

The waiter speaks to the woman, and if their mouths weren't already in the midst of falling open, the moment the woman peaks out from beside the waiter, is the same moment both their jaws land on the floor from the beauty that she is.

The new boss of Busan, the strongest person in the city is indeed, a woman.

It’s safe to say they were both caught by surprise. They were of course expecting the 'queen' of this city to be a force to reckon with, but they were absolutely caught off guard by the beauty of this woman. Goo's eyes scanned the woman from top to bottom as Gun's expression remained as cold and stoic as ever.

No body guards, no crew members surrounding her. She was eating all alone, with no supervision, but they immediately take it as a sign that she is the right person to talk to, as someone who can run a city like this with no bodyguards is more than likely an incredibly strong individual.

“Thank you Dohkwa, you may leave.”

The woman, by name, Nova says, bowing softly as she thanks the waiter, who bows deeply, and walks off.

“Take a seat, gentlemen.”

She finally sets her attention on them, gesturing to the two empty seats in front of her, on the other side of the table. The duo both walk towards the seats she indicated them to sit on, their eyes still locked onto her the whole time. Gun is the first one to speak.

“So.. you’re the new head of Busan..?”

She nods softly.

“I am.”

Her tone was incredibly soft, tantalizing despite his condescending tone when addressing her. Eyes kind and gentle, a set of light grey orbs that had a certain glint of ferocity in them. Long, icy blonde locks, slightly tan skin, body carved by the gods, for sure had taken their time on her. There was a strong allure to her that almost seemed inhuman. She was like an enchantress, casting a spell on the both of them with her presence alone, as if they were being lulled into something.

It was hard to believe that such a delicate looking woman could be the new head of the city, however that was just the result of their bias that the leader had to be a man.

“What can I do for you?”

Shaking his slight daze away, with a clear of his throat, Gun is the first to speak up. Keeping it as polite as she is being right now, tone monotonous.

“We were sent here by our employer to see you.”

A small hum is heard from her.

“Have you now? Interesting...”

She mutters out, arms crossing in front of her chest as she places them on the table by her elbows, her eyes shifting to Gun who simply nods at her question.

“Do tell me why so.~”

The both of them listen intently to her question, still trying to focus on their mission and not get completely charmed by her.

For a few months, both of them had been going around and scouting out crews to join The Four Major Crews and extort money from them, one hundred million won every month exactly. They already have two crews ready, and they need two more. Sinu is in charge of Big Deal, and Eugene is in the works of getting The Workers up and running. Even though their plan was to only get crews running around Seoul, in close proximities.. perhaps having one in Busan which is a little further away, wasn’t such a bad thing.

"We've heard that the city life here is a lot safer lately. We're curious what you did to achieve that, in such a short amount of time."

“Well… I assume you’re very aware that sometimes violence can only be solved with–well, more violence.”

The woman starts with a gentle manner after a moment of pondering, even though the topic is the furthest thing away from gentle. A plate of red velvet cakes sliced up, and with two chocolate muffins companied by small dessert forks being placed in front of all three of them by a waiter as she continues.

“I got rid of the morally corrupt individuals and their gang related activities, dissected harmful crews through Busan, took on their business, and rolled all their money right back with better results. Lowering the rent, polishing their business aspirations, better accounting, and being kind to them. Helping out struggling businesses and establishments by lending them money without any plus fees, nor did I expect them to pay me back... but since they're so kind, they still did. Which I greatly appreciate.”

Goo is still completely entranced by her beautiful appearance and her voice alone. Not only is she attractive but her mannerisms and demeanor only amplify the charm that she exudes by several hundred times. His mind seemed completely blank. The entire time he listened, he didn't even realize his mouth had slowly opened as he continued to stare at her. He quickly snapped himself back into reality as he heard Gun speak.

“What you did was certainly genius…”

Gun, on the other hand, appears to be more composed as he still needs to keep his cool for their meeting with her. The food being placed in front of them was a welcome addition to the meeting.

“I like to say it’s just kindness. It doesn’t cost me anything, and even though many people fail to realize it, sometimes it gets you further than just being violent, and extort these people after working them like dogs.”

Gun's expression remained unchanged even as she spoke, but he did acknowledge her way of handling the city. Despite not showing it, he felt quite impressed about her methods, but he still had one specific thing to ask her. Despite them being hardened bodyguards and exceptional fighters filled with experience and countless skills under their belts, they were intrigued by this woman's methods and actions as the boss of Busan.

So then why? Why be so kind? No catches either?

Gun, with his unwavering composure, was the first one to speak up. Like always, he kept his cool and still looked at her with a neutral expression.

"Why did you choose to be kind? There are so many other options. Usually leaders of gangs aren't the best people you can meet, nor they are very kind. So I can't help but ask myself why you aren't as heartless as everyone else."

There was no way she was just being nice for the fun of it. He refused to believe that in such world, one that he was also apart of and knew very well- people like her existed and not yet trampled flat by people like his own caliber.

“Wouldn’t you think it’s a nice change of scenery?”

She asks with a faint smile, a knowing, proud look in her eyes as she gestures around the establishment with the small fork in her hand.

“Does anyone look like they're in fear of me being here? Or does anyone look overworked? I think people are absolutely flourishing.~”

Both men look around the restaurant as they listen to her, and they realize that the staff and civilians are indeed behaving exactly as she says. They seem to be happy under her rule, and no one is in fear of her presence, even going as far as to say they’re even more radiant with her presence also in the building. Lively, filled with chatter and beaming faces. There was a certain joy and happiness in their expressions that hadn't been witnessed before under others’ leadership.

Maybe an exception was Big Deal. She really is turning out to be very similar to them. Passion and romance for sure were part of her ideologies.

Gun turns back in his seat, his eyes staying locked onto her figure. He could see the kind and gentle eyes that she held as she looked at the two of them after speaking her words, even though it probably wasn’t aimed at them.

A smirk slowly crosses Gun's face as a thought pops into his mind, the wheels of his brain turning.

No extortion of money? Really?

"If you don't do extortion or run any illegal businesses, how do you have so much money? Your way of handling the city is admirable, but you still must have a source of income right?"

“Skincare businesses, tobacco and cigarette companies, hotels, restaurants, hair salons, beauty shops all around the city- make a generous amount ever since I took over.”

She responds before taking a long overdue bite of her dessert.

Both Gun and Goo were slightly dumbfounded as to how many of the business are actually under her surveillance.

And that they were completely legal.

While swallowing, a curious glint appears in her eyes as she narrows them gently.

“Tell me, why so interested about my businesses or my position?”

Gun took some time to collect his thoughts before finally responding. However before he could even get halfway through forming the first syllable, Goo suddenly blurts out a question of his own out of genuine curiosity.

"Are you single?"

The question made Gun whip his head over to Goo, giving him a death stare out of irritation.

Is he fucking serious right now..?

As deep of a holes Gun was blasting right through his sunglasses, right into Joongoo’s skull went completely ignored by the blonde, who was nothing but a young man filled with curiosity and admiration… and hormones of course. A vein throbs across Gun's forehead as a look of pure annoyance forms on his face at his question. It's clear that he was very close to beating the life out of him on the spot as he takes a deep breath before speaking up in a stern voice.

“Are you kidding me? We're not here to make the most out of your libido. We're here on a job. So stop acting like a degenerate for 1 second and get focused.”

Even though this was something more than unprofessional, especially in such moment, the woman couldn’t help but scoff out a small laugh through her nose, a small smirk pulling on the corners of her lips.

“I am, and I will continue to remain so.”

At that, Goo purses his lips into a small pout, body hunching over. Bummer.

Well, at least he still has his first love; money. At least that will never reject him.

Either way, Gun lets out another sigh, focusing his attention back on the woman.

“I apologize about him and for his existence. To answer your question- and I will keep this as transparent and as honest as possible- we've been looking for another faction to extort money from. More faction to complete Charles's plan of kickstarting his new business.. and you and your businesses would be a great fit.”

At that, she lets out an amused hum.

“I refuse.”

As expected.

After all, it was a ridiculous request to begin with. The both of them were expecting it, not at all surprised, but still slightly disappointed.

“I will not help someone unknown to me climb the stairs of success. I wouldn't want my hard work be flipped upside down, make my people work their fingers to the bone and take their money, only to flip it into your boss's pockets.”

Nova concluded, and both are silent for a few seconds.

Gun nods at her in acknowledgment while Goo pouts once more, seeming quite pissed that the woman who he was so attracted to didn't immediately say something along the lines of ‘anything for you, honey’. Again, the duo sit in silence for a moment until Goo speaks up, finally having formed a coherent thought.

"You don't care about making money, huh?"

“Correct. Especially not for your boss.”

She shrugs, expressions conveying she doesn't even want to have this argument by this point. Her decision is set in stone.

“Not everything is about profit to some.”

Her words failed to resonate with them. To them, it was. To be bigger and more powerful, and of course make as much money as they want, even if crossing boundaries. Money was an important necessity to both of them, and they couldn't understand the way she was able to refuse something that could easily help her.

Gun leans back into his seat slightly as a look of slight skepticism fills his eyes

"Aside from your kindness, I can't understand one thing. You're the boss of a city, yet you don't care about money... what about power? Status? Why don't you ever use violence or illegal activities to run the city like every other boss?"

“Because I am not like any other boss. I don’t lead gangs. Power means nothing, especially when in return I gain enemies and be despised. Why be cruel when,- as you can clearly see,- being kind took me far enough, if not further than any other.”

Her answers hit Goo like a truck, he couldn't help but be in disbelief of how much he respected her now. Her morals and logic are all so different and he can't help but admire her for it in a way. He stares at her and he has a genuine shock and surprise on his face, he was actually finding himself to be in disbelief at how amazing this woman is. Meanwhile Gun is now starting to get irritated as he realizes she has no intention to be under the hierarchy of someone else.

“I sure do hope so that just because I said no, neither of you are planning to cause a ruckus in any of my businesses or establishments in the city.”

She says bluntly, face unnervingly blank this time as she speaks. This was the first warning of someone's seemingly bright and generous exterior showing some peeks of her actual feelings.

Overprotectiveness.

Both men sit calmly in their chairs as she speaks, their calm yet menacing and intimidating auras filling the air as they listen to her words. As she speaks, Gun's eyes narrow slightly. The only hint she gets of him having any negative feelings is the vein slightly throbbing on his temple as he listens to her speak.

Gun's jaw tightens in slight anger as his fingers dig slightly into the table while Goo lets out a sigh, his expression becoming slightly agitated as a sly grin creeps across his face.

"I can't speak for this idiot," Gun says while gesturing towards Goo "but me on the other hand..."

Well, was just the same.

At first he thought lulling her into a false sense of security could work.

She wasn’t stupid of course.

She seemed harmless enough, and both of them were deprived of any empathy anyway. This was only business.

Before Gun could even think about springing to his feet and lunge over the table, just the slight twitch of his body, the minor shift in the air was enough to trigger what happened next.

Perhaps it was less than a fraction of a millisecond, like a blink of an eye as Gun opens them to spot her fork piercing into his sunglasses. Just enough to not stab him right in his eyes, but just enough that the teeth of the fork didn't reach his irises as she threw it.

“Don't even think about causing a scene. There are children beside parents in this establishment, and employees whose families are waiting for them to get home at the end of the day.”

Hand still in the position of the previous flick of her wrist, she utters out. Low, deep, not wanting to attract any attention, eyes flashing with a slight glow before disappearing.

To say that he was not expecting that reaction from her was a drastic understatement.

Goo, on the other hands, was more than surprised by her sudden action, but couldn't help his mouth from drooling slightly, looking at her with amazement at how fast she whipped her fork out to fling it into his sunglasses.

Neither of them would've expected her to react so fast, making both of them freeze in shock like a deer in headlights.

Gun could feel that he's completely and utterly defeated with no possibility of standing a chance against her, which was a thought just as rare as Kyawthuite crystals. And for the first time, he felt like the situation he's in is far more serious than he initially thought.

How did she throw it so fast? Without neither of them even noticing, neither of them feeling her even make a movement. Especially with such agility and she done it so that it didn't pierce his eyes, but was scary enough to get her point across. The second warning, and they couldn't help but want it to be the last.

...why did they obey so fast? Was it her tone? So blunt and commanding, laced with violence? Or her eyes that bore holes through their head such way it almost gave them the feeling of lasers sizzling their way through their skins? The way she was emitting such blood lust in that moment it sent a ripple or fear and excitement down both their spine?.. or her agility?..yes, it was all of the above.

After a few moments of shock, Gun can't help but let out a small laugh, his tense body calming slightly as his eyes lock onto the woman in front of him after he takes his glasses off. Goo, on the the other hand, couldn't take his eyes off of Nova, his eyes filled with genuine admiration, admiration to the point where he was just slightly shivering from how overwhelming it was.

Gun is the first one to finally speak after her warning and his laugh, his tone still filled with slight irritation mixed with amusement as he holds his, now destroyed accessory.

"Well... point taken. We will now both take our leave and let you enjoy the rest of your afternoon."

"While you can." He thinks to himself.

So this is the Queen Of Busan.

Perhaps their defeat happened before an actual fight could have taken place, and who's to say she wouldn't have won, even one against two? It was a terrifying thought to have.

“Good. Because I don't feel the need to continue communicating my feelings on the ridiculous of the endeavor I'm currently engaged in any further.”

Goo can't help himself but speak up, a grin on his face as he gazes at Nova in bewilderment while they stand up.

"Damn, you're so badass! I knew you were a 10/10 from the moment I laid eyes on you but I did not expect you to be so incredibly cool. Can you throw another fork at my glasses too?"

Gun doesn't even feel the need to make a comment about his idiocy, just taking a firm grasp of his hood and starts dragging him out of the place while Goo can't help but let out choking noises, but lets himself get ultimately dragged away from the woman he can't help but stare at longingly.

Gun can be seen taking a better look at his sunglasses once they're both out of the premises, after Goo had shaken his grasp off with a whine.

"Man what the fuck! I was about to shoot my shot!!"

Comes the annoyed exclamation from the faux blonde.

As per usual, Gun just rolls his eyes at his comment, as well as the tantrum he was having, his expression being a mix of slight irritation and annoyance.

"First of all: you wouldn't have gotten anywhere near winning her over. Second of all: quit acting like a degenerate. You're acting like a child."

Goo doesn't even respond to what Gun said, a palm flat against the window while pouting and staring at Nova through the window outside of the restaurant.

Not looking like a weirdo at all with those puppy dog eyes and jutted out bottom lip as he mumbles to himself.

"I'll miss you..."