#Really gotta sit down and continue with this damn story

[nekrophoria]

It's really interesting and helpful to see these simblr storytelling polls going around at the moment, and actually get a bit of clarity on what people want in a story....but it also makes me low key anxious cuz I feel like i do the exact opposite of what people want to see in a simblr story with Volatile 😅

[oxymorayuri]

❞𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞❝

OneShot

✦ Pairing: trafalgar law x reader ✦ Warnings: cussing, dirty words, mature content ✦ Spoiler: none

wordcount: 2577

Law always makes you sweat. He drives you crazy with his touch and knows exactly which buttons to push so that you do everything he wants. You actually love it but you only want to be in control once... You want to see Law go crazy.

! ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ !

ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ

Picture: bigdaddyzoroo (pinterest)

"Oh my god are you for real guuuuurl??!"

Ikkaku speaks in a amazed tone.

"Psshhht, don't be so loud!" you squeak at her, embarrassed. Frustrated, you put your chin on one hand and stir your drink with the straw.

"You're such a naughty girl..." Ikkaku shakes her head with a mischievous grin and tries not to laugh out loud.

"Shit, I really didn't think you'd be such a kinky girl..."

“So what exactly surprises you?” – "I don't really know, but hey.. 'still waters run deeeep' I guess." She said flatly as she puts her drink to her lips and looks around the bar.

It's been almost an eternity since your crew was able to go ashore again. As soon as they set foot on the land, the boys already rushed into the first bar. Since the mood between you and Law had been pretty stale over the last few weeks, you didn't mind numbing your senses with a few drinks.

Not an hour has passed and you can already hear the drunk babbling of Penguin and Shachi. Ikkaku sighs heavily as she watches the two slobs.

"I think you should just loosen up a bit. Law adores you and from what you've said, Law seems anything but prudish." she winks at you as she sips her drink. Your ice cubes have now melted so much that the alcohol has been completely watered down. You greedily drink the glass in one go.

"Haaah... Yes, you're right but that's exactly the problem. Law is crazyyy" you lean over to her a little "And me? I'm the one who's the wallflower!" you confess to her. You look at her so desperately that it took her completely by surprise.

"BAHAHAHHAHAA holy moly! y/n... I think I'm going to pee myself." Pouting, you fall back into your seat and cross your arms as she laughs her heart out.

"You know what y/n?.. You actually have a very clear advantage..." She wipes a tear from the corner of her eye. Her words make you eagerly await what comes next. Ikkaku sits up a little and shows you her teeth with a wide grin.

"Law has no idea what 'could' await him! So the element of surprise is on your side." You nod attentively to every word and absorb everything like a dry sponge.

"You just gotta get the stick out of your ass." She laughs in your face. You're a little shocked but she's damn right.

Law has seen every inch of your body...why are you still so shy?

Sure, Law is quite intimidating when the two of you are behind closed doors, but in a way that makes your nipples stiffen just thinking about it and you have to press your legs together because of the excitement.

Ikkaku and you continued talking about the topic for a while and she told you the craziest one night stands she had. Your face regularly changed from shocked to blushing but you still envied her open minded nature. You, on the other hand, are rather friendly and gentle.

If you only knew that your innocent nature is the very thing that drives Law crazy...

You breathe in the delicate spring air as you step out of the bar.

All the sexy bed stories gave you some inspiration and that's why you said goodbye to Ikkaku and set off to check out a few boutiques.

You stop in front of a rather small shop. In the shop window you look at the very elegant nightwear.

Yup, that will do.

A little hesitantly, you push down the door handle and enter the store.

You're glad that you seem to be the only customer.

Behind the cash register, the owner greets you, somewhat surprised, and stands up straight away to answer any questions.

You stand in place, a little unsure, and look around the room. There is not only nightwear here but also plenty of sexy lingerie for women and men.

"Can I help you sweetie?" The owner approaches.

You breathe out with relief and happily accept the offer.

"So what did you have in mind?" - "If I'm honest, I'm completely inexperienced when it comes to this." She looks at you with a smile as if she's amused by how awkward you are.

“Taken or single?” - "Taken." you answer her.

She asks you a couple more questions. About your preferences, your favorite colors and then puts a piece of lingerie in your hand.

"Here, try this on. I think it will suit you well." You stand in front of her, a little lost, and slowly make your way to the changing room.

After seeing yourself in the mirror in the lingerie, you can't help but stand there with your mouth open. The straps press lightly into your soft upper thighs and the beautiful lace on your skin looks like an extravagant tattoo. It's crazy how clothes influence your character. You feel 10.000 times hotter.

After you paid for the lingerie and a few accessories, you asked the owner for a little advice.

"Always keep one thing in mind... A man's imagination is a woman's best weapon." With that sentence she smiled mysteriously in your face. You don't even notice how she places another little thing in your hand. Only shortly afterwards do you notice the cool object in your hands and you look at your hand.

"Uhmm..." you look at it a little uncertainly.

"Not for you... for him..." Without further words she disappears into the back room and leaves you alone with the sentence.

Once on the Polar Tang you quickly scurry to your and Law's room. You quietly shut the door behind you.

Well, he's not here. He's probably in his office.

Relieved, you go to the bathroom to prepare for your plan.

After putting on your tights, straps and lingerie, you put on Law's bathrobe. You examine the owner's additional gift, somewhat unsure.

"...A man's imagination is a woman's best weapon..." you mumble to yourself as you think about what to do with it.

As you walk down the hallway to Law's office, you repeat Ikakku and the shopkeeper's words over and over like an anthem.

Be bold, be sexy but be yourself. Be bold, be sexy but be yourself. Be bold, be sexy but be yourself.

When you arrive at the door you take a deep breath.

You know that you look hot. The owner has definitely met your taste and you are sure Law will like it too.

You knock on the door 3 times so Law knows it's you and after a concentrated 'come in' you slowly open the door.

Even when Law doesn't even look up from his documents, you're still standing in the open doorway, feeling so vulnerable. The cool air blows through your legs, reminding you of how lightly dressed you are. The clothes you wear. The desire you have. This deep seated desire to be above Law, even if it's just once, makes you wish you had the time to touch Law in whatever way you want.

Then an idea comes to you. You look at the gift from the owner and immediately think of how you can use it. Your imagination gives you the courage you've never felt before. Just thinking about it makes you feel hot.

Just be someone different today.

You speak to yourself.

"Law my darling." you speak confidently in a sensual voice like you've never heard yourself before. Law is actually the type of person who doesn't get easily distracted, but that longing in your voice makes him look up straight away.

He looks at you silently while you stand at the doorframe and you slightly open the bathrobe on one side. Law looks at you rigidly as if he was hypnotized by your movements. Your heart is pounding so hard against your chest. the adrenaline rushes through your head and releases joy. You're internally pleased at how speechless he is, but you try not to show.

Without looking away from him, you close the door behind you, lock it and walk towards Law. You sway your hips gracefully until you're right in front of Law's desk.

Without any further words, you drop the robe onto the floor.

You feel like your heart will stop because of the excitement inside. You've never felt so good as you follow Law's gaze. His eyes wander silently over your whole body and then into your eyes.

His gaze so fiery and yet calm. Your heart squeezes so hard at his stare that you wish it would just stop, and all you saw last was Law's intense stare.

You carefully walk around the table. Law and your eyes don't leave each other for a second. Standing between the table and Law, you get a little nervous. You've never been in a situation like this before. Law, on the other hand, notices your slight insecurity and leans back in the chair, grinning.

Pull yourself together y/n.

You bite your lip, you can't let your facade crumble now, otherwise Law will have the upper hand again. You've just found joy in being in control… you don't want to lose it again!

With slightly unsteady hands, you support yourself on an armrest and lean over Law. Law's breathing is calm and his posture is stable.

Normally he would like to drag you into your shared room but this is something new and he isn't put off by it.

His dirty smile turns you on.

Your lips are only a few millimeters away from his and you absorb his scent like a drug. Its slightly sweet yet woody scent has something distinctive and reminds you of amber. Slowly you open your lips.

"Law... -" Hearing his name from your lips, he parted his lips slightly to inhale carefully.

He never expected you to pull a stunt like that but he loves it.

He enjoys it.

With your lips so close to each other that you're almost kissing, you whisper to him as suggestively as you can.

“Do you want me, Law?” - "Absolutely." You feel his sly smile as you seal what you just said with a kiss.

You feel Law's hands trying to grab your waist but before he can, you lean back and put the handcuffs the shopkeeper gave you on him.

Startled, Law looks down at his hands and then up at you. Satisfied, you sit down on his desk and give him a smug grin. “I see…” he says with a bright look. The flickering in his eyes gives you goose bumps.

Law rests his hands in his lap as he watches you intently. You put your hands on the table and let yourself fall back a little while spreading your legs. You give Law an exquisite view of your divine stature and you notice how his chest starts to rise and fall faster. That's exactly what you wanted to achieve, but it's still just the beginning. With one hand you slowly go down your stomach until you reach your panties and play a little with the lace waistband. Law's eyes are completely focused on your cunt as you give him a few glimpses of your slit.

You are already quite excited and decide to move on to the second phase. You wanna touch Law.

Slight confusion appears in Law's eyes as you close your legs, but you just give him a small smile in return. You kneel in front of him and place your hands on each of his knees. You innocently look up at him.

"Do you want to touch me?" Law would be lying if he denied that. The lace lies on you like a second skin and reveals just enough of your skin that it is impossible for him to look away from you.

It could burn around him but first he would bury himself inside you.

"Oh yes.." he answers you hoarsely.

You happily put some pressure on his thighs as you move up to his crotch. You had already seen the bulge in his crotch while you were sitting on the table. Just the thought of his member makes your cunt drip. You gently brush his swelling cock and look into his hungry eyes when you notice a twitch.

“Come on y/n, take the handcuffs off me.” he tries to persuade you with his deep voice. You smile mysteriously at him and shake your head, there's no way you're going to do that. You focus back on the feeling you get when you touch Law.

There's no better validation than rattling the usually composed Law. Law slowly resigns himself to the fact that you decide when he can touch you and spreads his legs a little more apart. However, you don't give him your full devotion yet.

You stand up again, reach for his hands and open the handcuffs. Law wanted to greedily reach for you, but you stopped him and waved your finger in front of his nose in rejection.

You grab his collar and your sweet voice orders him to keep his hands to himself or you'll put the handcuffs back on him. However, you miss the sight of him sitting there, unable to touch you.

You sit on one of the armrests and slowly take off one of your straps and then the other. With both stockings in hand, you grab Law's hands and tie them each to one of the armrests. Law looks deep into your eyes as you make yourself comfortable on his lap. His hard cock presses against your cunt, sending multiple shivers down your spine.

With your delicate fingers you trace the tattoo on his chest. You enjoy the feeling of his abs and the sight of him tied to the chair watching you do your scheme has something forbidden.

Finally you place your lips on his and start massaging him down there with your hip movements. He returns your kisses hungrily and you bite his lips lightly, causing a small moan to escape him.

For quite a while you ensure that the tension lasts until the glass almost threatens to overflow. The knot in your abdomen is growing and growing and your wet pussy is literally screaming for release.

You separate your lips from his and walk towards the desk again. With your back turned to him, you lean over the table and look at him over your shoulder with red cheeks.

"Come and take me, Law." you beg him as you spread your butt cheeks a little to give him the view of your wet folds.

Law loses control, grabs the stockings and tears them to get away from the chair. You admire that even though he was able to remove the stockings so easily, he submitted to your command and obediently kept his hands to himself. Breathing heavily, Law looks down at you, his pants already on the floor. Before he hides his shaft inside you, he grabs your hands and puts the handcuffs on you.

"Now it's your turn."

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[halitomorrow]

Hola! Finally, this story is worthy enough to be published TwT

Actually, this is just a story made for fun, it's been a long time, May 2022 to be precise. It contains a few headcanons that don't really interfere with the core of the story, also seasoned with some fanart to liven up the atmosphere UwU

Please forgive me if there are inappropriate word choices. Because I'm not good at English and asked for help from the internet to translate it :'

And I hope you guys like it :3

When Lucifer is Stressed

Obey Me: Shall We Date belongs to NTT Solmare Corp.

Story & art by Hali Tomorrow

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One day, at the residence of seven demon brothers, precisely in the corridor, someone could be seen casually whistling while walking through the hallway. Upon arriving at his destination, he stopped whistling and knocked on the door in front of him...

Knock knock knock

Mammon: It's me Mammon~

And he opened the door without waiting for the room's owner to answer...

Mammon: Yoo, Lucifer--

Lucifer: UGHHHHHHHH

Lucifer, the eldest and strongest demon among the seven demon brothers, was sitting at his quite spacious desk with piles of books and papers on it, massaging his forehead. From his furrowed brows, closed eyes, and downturned mouth, it seemed like he was under a lot of stress...

Mammon: Whoa, whoa, whoa! I know you don't like me, but do you really gotta COMPLAIN that hard?!

Lucifer: Mammon, I'm not joking...

Mammon: I ain't joking either, ya know?! I worked hard to lift my mood up and you brought it down so damn easily! Of course I'm serious about this!

Lucifer: ...I'm sorry

Mammon: Uh-oh, you don't often say sorry to me

Suddenly it was quiet. Lucifer stopped massaging his forehead and continued reading the papers on his desk one by one. Mammon, the second eldest brother who was famous for his love of money, didn't like the silence, but he didn't know what topic to discuss either...

Lucifer: What brings you here?

Mammon: --Ah, yeah! Of course, to help you out! (?)

Lucifer: ...?

Confused by his spontaneous response, Mammon could only continue his conversation...

Mammon: Ya! You know what? 'Cause my mood was so good earlier, I ain't gonna steal--cough--borrow your credit card today. Instead, I'll help you out with your problems!

Lucifer: ...

It seems like Lucifer doesn't believe Mammon's words, just like the perpetrator himself. Whatever he's thinking, he knows very well that his older brother doesn't like to have his feelings played with, yet he still offers something that could potentially turn against him...

Mammon: Oh come on! There must be something bugging ya right now! You can spill it to me! That'll help lighten your load a bit!

Lucifer: Hm... (leaning back in his chair)

Lucifer starts to go along with the flow he created. If continued, Mammon's life may be spared this time...

Mammon: What's got ya so stressed out like this? Hm, hm? ...Oh! Don't tell me you just realized that Lord Diavolo piled you up with too many tasks!

Oh no, he's bringing up the wrong person's name. This time Mammon's life got a red card...

Lucifer: ...That's not it

Mammon, who was already sweating a little, was surprised to hear that response...

Lucifer: ...It's not because of Lord Diavolo

Mammon: ...So?

Lucifer: ...It's about Satan...

Their fourth sibling, Satan, is famous for his hatred towards Lucifer. Of course, Mammon immediately understood what was happening...

Lucifer: He came here earlier

Mammon: Huh? What's his purpose in coming to see you?

Lucifer: Well...

FLASHBACK

[LUCIFER POV ON]

It was 2:00 AM and I was still awake at my desk with a pile of tasks that needed to be checked. It was very quiet, I could even hear the sound of my pen scratching against the paper very clearly.

Knock knock knock

I heard someone knocking on the door of my room. I assumed it was Mammon, but suddenly I hesitated because he didn't immediately burst in after knocking like he usually does. That person remained silent outside. Could it be Barbatos, Lord Diavolo's loyal servant? Or was it Lord Diavolo himself who came directly to my room? But why stay silence? At least he would call out to me so I could recognize him...

Knock knock knock

He knocked again. It seems I have to open the door for him. I approached the door and opened it. I was surprised to see who visited me so early in the morning like this...

He entered and sat on the couch near the entrance door, and I sat across from him. I was curious about his sudden visit. There must be a serious matter he wanted to talk about. But he remained silent in his place. Perhaps someone had to start the conversation...

Lucifer: What's wrong, Satan?

Satan: ...There's something I want to ask you

Lucifer: What is it?

Satan: Please tell me again... How was I born?

I didn't expect that question. We demons living in Devildom, even some angels and humans know that Satan hates this topic. He doesn't want to be associated with me who gave birth to him, certainly because he hates me. Even so, he sometimes appreciates me. So, to satisfy his curiosity, I started telling the story.

It started with me being angry at God's treatment towards me and my other siblings. I, an angel who fell from heaven and had become a demon at that time, couldn't forgive Him. Anger and resentment filled me, making me want to destroy something. Feelings of annoyance, envy, anger, disappointment, and desire for revenge gathered into one. I wanted to explode the entire universe. I gathered all the power I had, getting bigger and bigger, and boom

Everything was silent, making me sure everything was destroyed. When I opened my eyes, instead of seeing a black landscape, I saw a living creature with a human form, yellow-haired with emerald iris, horned and black-green tailed standing in front of me. He was proof of my anger that lived. Therefore, he was named Satan

He fell silent after listening to my story. Maybe he was trying to accept the fact that he was a part of me that he hated. I could understand him, so I let him struggle with his thoughts...

Satan: So... I am your child?

Lucifer: Yes, technically, I am your parent

He fell silent again. I wanted to tell him that this was not a good topic to discuss now, but he immediately spoke up...

Satan: Because you gave birth to me, that means you are my mom

Lucifer: I prefer if you replace that with father

Satan: ...Okay, Father

Lucifer: ...I take back my words. It feels weird when you call me that. Just call me like usual

Satan: Okay, Dad

Lucifer: ...

Satan: Dad?

Lucifer: ...Satan

Satan: ...Father

Lucifer: Satan!

Satan: Okay, okay, I'm sorry, MOM

Lucifer: SATAAAAAANNNNN!!!!!

[LUCIFER POV OFF]

FLASHBACK END

Lucifer: I don't understand his thought process. At first, he acted like everything was very serious, and he could also make me feel his tension. But in the end, he used the situation to make me very angry. I don't know what he wants...

Lucifer rubbed his throbbing temples while groaning. And he glanced at his interlocutor...

Lucifer: ...What do you think, Mammon?

The one being asked put his hands on his hips and covered his mouth with one hand...

Lucifer: ...Don't even try to laugh--

Mammon: --BWAHAHAHAHA!!!! You! Pfft! Satan--and he was--!! No wonder it was so noisy this morning! I thought something was up, but it turned out to be you two! Pfff--HAHAHAHA!! GREAT JOB! AWESOME! HAHAHAHAHA!

BONK!

Mammon got a bump on his head for his behavior earlier...

Lucifer: Still want to laugh?

Mammon: ...Sorry, Onii-sama... T^T

Lucifer: So, what do you think? What's wrong with Satan?

Mammon: Yeah, in my opinion, you're the stupid one

It seems like Mammon forgot about the bump on his head, that's why he could say it so casually...

Lucifer: What did you say?

Mammon: You're STUPID. Don't you remember what Satan has been saying all along?

Lucifer: ...Hah?

Mammon: "I'll do anything to make Lucifer angry." Don't you understand what that means?

Lucifer tried to remember Satan's distinctive words and began to understand...

Lucifer: ...To make me angry... he's willing to do anything... even suicide--

Mammon: Hey hey hey, you're overthinkin' it! And like you just said, to make you angry, he's willin' to do anything. Anything! So, it can be concluded that...

Mammon intentionally paused, asking Lucifer to continue his words...

Mammon: It can be concluded that Satan is...

Lucifer: Satan is what?

Mammon: Ahh, you ain't no fun to talk to. It can be concluded that Satan really likes to see you gettin' angry!

Lucifer: Oh...

Finally, everything makes sense. From his actions, attitudes, and words, it's very clear that Satan wants to make Lucifer angry all the time...

Lucifer: But what's the point of making me angry? He's the one who will suffer later

Mammon: Come on, you don't get it! The feeling of pleasure after making someone you hate angry is totally different from the feeling of pleasure you get when Lord Diavolo invites you for tea!

Lucifer: Why do you keep bringing up Lord Diavolo's name--

Mammon: The point is, Satan's gonna be happy seein' you gettin' all riled up!

Lucifer really wanted to hit the person who was currently in front of him for just cutting off his words. But the pain in his head made that intention buried...

Lucifer: Do you have any suggestions to make him stop doing that?

Mammon: Hmm... Let me think about it first...

There was a moment of silence until Mammon spoke again...

Mammon: Aha! How 'bout tryin' to stop bein' angry?

Lucifer: Stop being angry?

Mammon: Yep! When he does somethin' that annoys you, hold back your anger. He'll stop botherin' you 'cause you ain't givin' him the reaction he wants. Try showin' a different expression. Like...

Lucifer: ...Crying?

Mammon: Crying??

Suddenly, Mammon imagined a scene of Lucifer crying after Satan teased him in his head. It looked briefly like a little child whining because he was bothered by another child....

Mammon: Pfff--yeah, yeah! Just try it, pffft--!!

BONK!

Now the bump on Mammon's head has reached two levels, but he still keeps a serious face even though he's actually holding back the pain...

Mammon: No, no. Don't cry, that'll be weird... Oh! How 'bout laughing?

Lucifer: I don't think laughing is the appropriate response

Mammon: No! Just try it! Next time when Satan annoys you, don't get angry. Pretend that what he did actually makes you happy. And if possible, laugh it off! The point is, don't get mad 'cause your anger is like his daily meal

Lucifer fell silent, thinking about the success rate of Mammon's plan from his perspective. Meanwhile, the proposer of the idea started laughing for no apparent reason...

Mammon: Ahahaha, no doubt about it. This Great Mammon's strategy is unbeatable, yeah!

Lucifer: It doesn't seem like it will work

Mammon: --Hah?! Why don't you believe in Great Mammon's plan?! Everything that comes outta this mouth is always 100% facts! So believe me, after this, Satan's gonna stop botherin' you! This'll definitely work!

Lucifer: ...

Seeing him remain silent again made Mammon think that Lucifer still didn't trust him...

Mammon: Or do you wanna bet? If this plan works, give me 10 million Grimms. But if it doesn't, I won't borrow your credit card for a week. How 'bout it? Deal?

Lucifer: You know that's not equal at all

Mammon: Okay, okay. I won't borrow your credit card for a month

Lucifer: Not enough

Mammon: Then how 'bout two months?

Lucifer: Still not enough

Mammon: Three months

Lucifer: ...

This time Lucifer remained silent, giving Mammon a lazy look...

Mammon: Alright, alright! One semester! This is my last offer! Satisfied!?

Actually, Lucifer was really doubtful that Mammon's plan would work. But Mammon had worked hard to come up with this plan for him, maybe. Because Lucifer wanted to appreciate his hard work, he agreed to it...

Mammon: Great! Let's try it!

Lucifer: Now?

Mammon pulled Lucifer out of his room, intending to find Satan who seemed to still be inside their residence. And true enough, Satan was playing his D.D.D. in the living room, the place where the seven demon brothers often gathered...

Mammon: There he is! Satan!!

The one called immediately lifted his face from his D.D.D. screen...

Satan: Oh! Mammon and Lucifer! Perfect timing

Quickly, Satan got up from his seat and approached them...

Mammon: Whoa! What happened? Look at your eye bags! They're so dark! And your cheeks are bruised too, must be from Lucifer's loving slap, right? Hahaha!

Satan: Haha, never mind that. You should see my work instead

Mammon: Ohh, where is it?

Satan's D.D.D. screen showed a pink unicorn with Lucifer's face, jumping on a rainbow accompanied by a song...

Mammon: Bwahahaha!! This is sick! Hahahaha!! Lucifer, check this out!

Lucifer received the D.D.D. from Mammon and looked at what was displayed on the screen...

Mammon: Your editing skills are getting better and better! Hahaha! Nice, nice!

Satan: Thank you. That's my best work so far. I spent all my sleep time just for this

Mammon: Ohh, so that's why you've got bags under your eyes. I thought you couldn't sleep after getting beaten up by Lucifer this morning. Haha, keep it up~

Satan: Lucifer, what do you think?

Lucifer had been silent all this time, facing away from Mammon and Satan while staring at Satan's D.D.D. screen...

Satan: Lucifer?

Lucifer then lifted his head and turned to face them...

Lucifer: Ahahaha, I like this. Your works always amaze me. I love it. You are truly talented, Satan. I'm proud of you

Following Mammon's advice, Lucifer tried to control his anger and show his pleasure even though it was just pretend. Although that was the case, Lucifer rarely showed such a response. Of course, anyone who saw it was surprised. And that was Satan's expression now. Mammon was also equally surprised, but he gave a thumbs up

Mammon glanced at Satan beside him, wanting to see his reaction that matched his prediction. He smiled in victory. However, that smile slowly faded as Satan's face turned red...

Mammon: Hey, Satan! Why are you--!

As fast as a cat scratches, Satan snatched his D.D.D. from Lucifer's hand and ran towards his room. Lucifer and Mammon watched him leave while blinking a few times...

Lucifer: What's wrong with him? Ah, Mammon, I'm sorry for doubting you earlier. You were right. Seeing his reaction earlier made me feel better. In that case, I'll continue my task. Thank you very much

Lucifer also went to his room. Meanwhile, Mammon was left frozen in the living room...

Mammon: ...Looks like he hit his head on something this morning... Ah! That's right! I won the bet! Yeahh! Hey, Lucifer!! Where's my 10 million Grimms?!

Mammon chased after Lucifer and got a punch right in the face

END

Hola amigos! Thank you for reading my first Obey Me fanfic🤧🤧🤧

It's great to be able to share stories with everyone. This can also be an encouragement for us to be loyal to OM and create other interesting works UwU

Actually, I have another OM fanfic that I could share, but I don't think it's fit for publication yet. So please wait patiently, it's very likely that next year I'll be able to post it :'D

That's all from me and thank you so much!!💖💖💖

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[lavenderxskys]

i dont believe in love at first sight... but god-damn - part one

pairing: buck barnes x reader

summary: its not normal for bucky to instantly feel something for a women. but you're just too good to ignore...

includes: strangers to lovers, inferred female reader (pronouns, descriptions, etc), implied smut?, alcohol intoxication, drinking, steve rogers ofc, story doesnt really follow any movie plots so no spoliers!, all characters are of drinking age, pet names?: sweetheart, doll

the night has barely even started and you're already halfway drunk, laughing over the loud music with your friend at the bar. your best friend, steve, orders another round and turns to you.

"are we just gonna sit here all night or are you finally gonna find someone to go home with?" steve cocks his head playfully and smiles, his obvious playful demeanor poking right through.

you roll your eyes, taking a sip of your drink, "psh. you really think anyone here wants me? plus we're in the bad part of town, i'd probably get murdered."

"not necessarily, i know plenty of good people that go here often. and you know, actually, i think today's the day that my friend bucky comes and grabs a couple drinks."

you smile, "ahh the infamous bucky, i would love to meet him, he's all you used to talk about after all."

steve agrees with you that if bucky shows up he'll introduce you, so you lay back on the drinks just in case you like the guy.

an hour or so pass with you a steve laughing about god knows what and getting excited when one of you twos favorite songs play. you almost forget you might be meeting bucky when steves face lights up towards the door and waves.

"hey bucky! over here!" steve motions for bucky to join the two of you.

you turn around and your heart pounds, the man walking over is gorgeous, even the way he walks over to the two of you sends heat to your face.

buckys not so quick to notice you, more focussed on asking his friend why he's here. but when he finally notices you, his sentence falters. his eyes travel to all parts of you, your hair framing your face perfectly, and the way your outfit showed off the features of your body had him almost drooling. he looks away quickly though, finishing his sentence.

steve smiles and nudges you with his shoulder, "y/n and i like to go here sometimes after work, gets the nerves to settle ya' know?"

bucky nods, turning his head to make eye contact with you, "y/n, huh? never heard of her, are you two..."

steve nervously laughs, "no,no. just friends. she is looking, though."

you roll your eyes, embarrassed. meanwhile, bucky is looking you over again, his own mind confused on why he's feeling this way.

steve exchanges a glance between the two of you, sipping his drink, "buttt i do know that buck is very 'hard to get' in that area so sorry y/n, he's probably not interested."

you gasp and shoot him a look, "i never said anything about being into him," you glance at bucky, "no offense."

"none taken sweetheart." your heart basically stops at the nickname, but you power through and take a sip of your drink while steve laughs.

"okay okay, sorry. how about we order some more drinks? gotta catch you up to speed james." steve smiles and orders more drinks for the three of you.

the drinks continue, so many rounds that you stopped counting after steve both you and bucky to the dance floor. the three of you danced pitifully, laughing whenever a new song played and the style of dance was altered.

after about twenty minutes of this, you left steve and bucky and sat down at a nearby booth, laying your head agasint the table, this hangover was gonna suck.

"tired already?" buckys deep voice sent shivers down your spine.

you lifted your head and groaned, "don't pay me any mind, i'm sure steve needs a dance partner." i look over to steve who's still going at it for whatever reason.

bucky scoffs a little, "you know hes not even drunk right? the sss makes it so he can't."

"of course i know, i think he has the placebo effect though, whatever makes him happy i guess." you smile, glad at least someone can have fun without the repercussions the next morning.

there's a moment of silence between the two of you. bucky looks down at you, wearing a subtle smirk that you can't decipher if it's a drunken one or something more than that.

bucky knows he feels something for you, but he's trying so hard to fight it.

james buchanan barnes does not believe in love at first sight.

but there you were, you're unmistakably stunning, every thing about you make bucky want more. all he knew was your name, and he still wanted you.

he clears his throat, using it as a way to clear his thoughts, "so you and steve, you guys aren't a thing? that's a surprise actually, the way he looks at you and all." there's a slight hint of jealously in his voice, even though he has no reason to be jealous.

you raise your eyebrow, baffled that someone would even think that, there's no way there's anything between the two of you, "we definitely are not a thing, steve's like my brother."

bucky nods and moves to sit down across from you, the intoxication beginning to mess with his head.

you giggle, "you and steve aren't a thing either?" you smile playfully.

"haha. you're funny." bucky says sarcastically, "no, we just go way back." he returns your smile, making your heart speed up.

you both can hear steve pleading the two of you to come back and dance. bucky makes eye contact with you then bursts out laughing, "i guess we should go and dance with him." he says between chuckles while he gets up and walks back to the dance floor. you sigh and follow him, a headache starting to form in your temples.

for whatever reason, captian america himself has amazing dance skills when it comes down to it. you and bucky cheer him on, joining in with him every so often. but it comes to the points where you're drunkenly swaying to the music, right against buckys front side.

you don't essentially realize how close you two are until you turn around and you're inches from his face.

you both pause for a beat, your breaths fanning out onto each others faces. bucky face is hot, whatever you did with your hips has his pants growing tighter by the second. but he holds himself together and hovers his hands above your waist.

"may i?"

you pause, but then nod, figuring it was harmless. he places his hands on your waist, surprisingly gentle, and sways to the music with you.

steve laughs, "jeez that didn't take long, thank god." he winks and walks over to a group of girls that has just walked in.

before you know it, you and bucky are stumbling out of the bar, leaving steve behind. your lips are crashing together as the both of you try to make it to buckys car.

you're desperate at this point, the alchol making you want to commit all types of unholy. you hold on the the collar of his shirt, kissing him deeply.

"now hold on doll, this is a public parking lot, let's go somewhere more private." you reach the car and bucky unlocks it, opening the car door for you.

you slide in and he closes the door, walking over the the other side and getting in.

bucky starts the car and starts to drive off, not worried about his drunken state. his right hand leaves the steering wheel and finds your thigh.

inching higher. and higher.

at this point you've lost your breath, biting your lip as your senses light up, little fireworks going off in your body.

finally, bucky pulls off onto a back road and stops the car, his hands moving further up onto your waist, pulling you over to his side and pulling you into another deep kiss.

his hands find your thighs again and your heart pounds, grinding down on his lap.

bucky chuckles, "needy are we? let me help you out then, sweetheart."

a/n: there is gonna be a part twooo so stay tuned for that

im not very good at writing the slow shit so i apologize if this is really boring but i think i'll improve in the next part because it is my area of expertise...

also dont drink and drive folks

[mrsvalentinefucker1]

Teasingly

Sniper x f!reader x Spy

Light daddy kink, teasing, light knife play (sniper), handcuffs, eating out 🫶 scout is lightly mentioned

You were wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top.. since the New Mexico weather was so unforgiving that day. You chatted with Scout as Sniper sat next to you and Spy stood against the counter behind him. “An’ then I came up behind him and bam! Frickin’ knocked him out cold!”

You leaned against your arm, pushing your chest together slightly and unconsciously.

“Oh really?~ that sounds so cool, Jeremy.” Your voice was sultry as you admired his story. Sniper let out a low chuckle as he sipped his coffee. “what did you do after that?” You looked at Scout with half lidded eyes. Spy scoffed and bit onto the end of his cigarette.

Scout looked at you with wide eyes. A faint blush tickling his ears and cheeks as he did a little chuckle. His gaze moving immediately to your exposed cleavage before he answered “I uh, I actually gotta go! Just remember I got uh, this thing.. with the doc” he stayed silent to assess his story before speaking again “yeah that’s it.”

You cooed and pouted “Really? Oh that’s poor.. I was really enjoying your story.” You straightened your posture and leaned your cheek against your first.

He leaned his body slightly forward “Yeah,maybe another time!” Then he waved and ran to his room.

Sniper set down his cup and got up. Snaking his hands behind your waist. His dipped into your neck and began slowly kissing it. Spy moved forward some to enjoy the show before him

“You’re wrong for that, love.” His voice was low as he mumbled against your skin. You could feel his cock growing behind you as your leaned into his touch and let your hand rest on the back of his neck

“What did I do, daddy?”

Sniper damn near growled and bit down onto your neck with a scowl across his face and his eyebrows furrowed. You moaned quietly and bit down onto your lip.

Spy leaned against the table and put his cigarette out “I think you know what you did, Mon ange” he always started using French when he was getting in the mood. He moved up to kiss your lips, you furrowed your eyebrows and moaned into the kiss as Sniper continued kissing and biting your neck. Spy pulled away and spoke “I suggest we go somewhere more.. private” Sniper nodded and let go of your waist. The three of you walked to Spy’s smoking room. He unlocked the door and pushed it open as you walked in, the two men following after you. Spy guided you to sit onto the red velvet chair he had in the room and sat in front of you , Sniper dimmed the lights some before walking over and taking a seat in front of you on his knees with Spy. The two men spread your legs with ease. Sniper undoes your shorts and pulls them off. They both notice a slight wet spot and smirk

“What? Were ya’ planning this, roo?” You only cover your face in embarrassment and peaked as spy took his mask off. Then, pulled his gloves off with his teeth.

God, he was so much hotter without that pesky mask

Spy then took his ungloved hand and pressed two fingers gently against your clothed pussy. You bit the back of your knuckle as he teased you, arching your back against his touch. He lowered his head down slightly and lapped at your cunt through your panties for a moment. Little sighs leaving your chest as you grinded against his tongue. Sniper nudged him over slightly and lifted your legs to take your panties off and tossed them somewhere unknown behind him. They both put each of your legs over the arms of the chair. Your pussy on full display for them. Sniper took his glasses and hat off as he licked his lips and dived in to lick your hole teasingly, his prominent nose pressing against your clit deliciously. Your hands reached for his hair as his tongue dragged up to your clit and he began sucking lon it, gently circling it with his tongue. His eye meeting your until you sighed and shut them with a smile plastered across your face. Spy took two fingers and gently pressed them against your soaked entrance, pushing them in and curled them against your walls. You moaned at the feeling of the combined pleasures. Your senses quickly becoming overloaded by them men.

“Sniper, look at her.” Spy took his free hand and pointed unapologetically at you, then letting his hand fall into your thigh and rub your hips gently up and down. Sniper mumbled against your clit “Such a pretty girl.” He said before going back to his task. His stubble tickling your skin lightly. Spy’s pace became faster as he sunk his fingers deeper inside of you. “Do you like that, mon amour?”

You nodded vigorously as you bit you lip and continued your grip on snipers hair, tugging slightly. He must have liked it considering his pace had quick. Relentlessly lapping at your clit now. Your moans flooded the room as your orgasm built up “fuck fuck! I’m so- I’m so close-“ you moaned and grinned against the feeling, trying quicken the orgasm you chased. The men quickened to a rapid pace as your legs shook slightly at the feeling. Your vision went blank as you screwed your eyes shut, clenching around Spy’s fingers as your orgasm ripped through you. You relaxed into the chair, Spy and Sniper pulled away and wiped his face. Now they switched places. Your eyes widened at the sight “what are you doing?”

“What’s it look like?” Sniper shot back with a condescending glare. Spy began to teasingly lap at your pussy and Sniper pressed two of his bigger fingers into your cunt. Scissoring you open as he vigorously pumped into your sensitive hole, your body spasming at the feeling. “You look good like this, Sheila.” He nudged Spy and he nodded. Eyebrows furrowed and grey hairs sticking to his forehead.

Another orgasm fast approaching as Sniper bit at your thighs. Your hands gripped Spy’s hair and fucked yourself on his tongue. “I’m.. gonna cum- oh god!!” Spy pulled away when you said that. You whined “please. Please.. I was so close!”

“Yes I know.” Spy stood up and lifted you onto his lap as he sat on the chair you were once on. “But I don’t recall giving you permission to the first time, did I?” One of his hands was sitting on the middle of your back to hold you in place.

Your eyes widened. “N..no you didn’t..” you hid your face in embarrassment. “mauvaise fille.” A hard smack came across your ass, leaving a red mark and a painfully delicious sting with it behind. Sniper wiped his face and leaned against the chair as be watched your reddened face. Another smack fell onto your red bottom. “What do we say, mon chéri?” His clothed erection pressing against your tummy

You bit your lip in anticipation for the next slap

“P-please, I.. I’m sorry” You mumbled

Sniper kneeled down to you “What was that, doll? Daddy didn’t quite hear ya’”

Another smack fell harder this time and you yelped. If it wasn’t for his hand on your back you surely would’ve jumped up.

“I said! I’m sorry! I.. i didn’t know!” Tears began to fall down your cheek. Smudging your mascara slightly. Sniper smirked and stood up. He slipped to the other side of the chair and slipped two fingers into your dripping cunt humming as he did so. Watching your body tense at the sudden sensation You moaned against his touch. Your vision was going white before once again, it was ripped from right under you. Spy kissed you some but pulled away to speak

“Sniper, take her.”

Sniper stood in front of Spy and held his arms out for your body as Spy stood up and handed you to him as if you weighed nothing to them. Sniper hooked his arms under your legs and you wrapped your around his neck. Your wet pussy pressing against his clothed erection as you whimpered at the feeling, leaving a wet spot on his pants. He pushed a door in the smoking room open, it led to a smaller room with a bed in it. He laid you down and Spy followed through the door, locking it and setting the key on a nearby table.

Spy opened a draw and took out a blindfold, Sniper took a bowie knife out of the other. It seems they’ve done this before, huh?

Your eyes widened.

“Don’t worry, I ain’t gonna hurtcha’, I promise” his gloved hand came to your chin and lifted it slightly as he planted a kiss onto your lips. You only nodded and say there. Spy had disappeared, that was until he appeared behind you and tugged at the blindfold.

“What is your safe word, amour?”

You hesitated for a moment before speaking.

“Uh.. panini” you said, unsure if any other word to use.

The men only chuckled “good choice” Sniper mocked as he kissed at your neck, Spy doing the same. The knife Sniper held was begging ran up and down your body, leaving small scratches as it tickled you. You shivered at the feeling, moaning under your breath. Sniper bit your ear “you like that, roo?” You nodded vigorously

“Good girl.” He said then continued to trace the knife up your body. Spy broke his kisses into sucking, leaving small hickeys on your neck and collarbone. Spy pulled away and grabbed a small pair of handcuffs. He handed them to you “would you like this?” You nodded

Spy smirked and began cuffing your hands tightly behind your back.

They both pulled away and laid you down gently, then stripped themselves of their clothing. “Would you like to go first, Mick?” Spy asked.

Sniper nodded “of course.” He said and sat between your legs. His hard cock lying gently against your clit. You wiggled your hips in an attempt to coax him into just fucking you already. He chuckled as he admired your soaked pussy.. then, took his cock into his hand and slid the tip up and down your folds slowly before sinking his tip into your hole. He leaned over you and sunk deeper a moan leaving you both as he easily bottomed out due to your slickness. He grabbed your legs and put them onto his shoulders, he took slow drags as Spy watched from the side. Stroking himself slowly in time with Snipers thrusts. He pulled all the way out and waited for a moment before slamming back into your cunt, his cock kissing your cervix. Your back arched at the feeling. His groans were low and heavy as he pounded into your pussy. “You feel good, Sheila. “ his grip on your hips became rougher and tighter as he chased his orgasm. Spy moved to your mouth, tapping your shoulder gently as his cock pressed against your cheek “May I?”

You nodded and moaned as Sniper fucked into you. You opened your mouth and let Spy slide his cock into your throat.

You gagged slightly as he began thrusting into your throat. The salty taste of his precum coating your tongue. The men chased their orgasm as they roughly fucked into your body. “God, roo. I’m gonna cum..” you moaned around Spy’s cock, sending a shiver down his spine as his groans left his throat freely “yes me too..” your head was reeling as the men used your body

“Can I cum in ya’, babe?” He cooed

You nodded the best you could around Spy’s cock. He pulled out and began pumping himself “Beg him for it, y/n.”

“Oh fuck! Please Mick! Please fill me with your cum! Oh, I want it so bad!!”

“Oh doll, of course, anything for you.”

Spy pumped himself more and more until his orgasm approached and he came onto your face, your mouth hung open to catch any of his cum on your tongue. Sniper growled as he thrusted deep inside of you and came into your abused cunt. Both of the men groaning as they looked at the scene they had made of you.

You all took a minute to catch your breath before Sniper spoke again

“Next time, don’t tease us please, babe.” He nuzzled into your shoulder as Spy rubbed your head gently sweeping you hair out of your face

Ps. Panini is a real safe word I used with my ex, he was such a lucky man.🥳

[yudontknowmesblog]

KENNY,STAN,KYLE AND BUTTERS HC WHEN THERE JEALOUS

Kenny: he would prob not get easily jealous

He’s definitely noticed when he did get jealous but not overly jealous

He prob just came next you and held your hand that time

But this time you made him jealous..

It’s so fucking cold “you want my jacket” some random guys tell you ohhh uhh…shit yeah sure but just for a bit *you take the jacket* “what’s your name” uhh..it’s y/n “nice my names Brandon” ohh uhh cool duuuuddee.. “you know your pretty cute” whaaat? “Yeah totally you wanna-“ he gets cut off my Kenny punching him. Oh my gosh! Kenny what the fuck “what he was being a fucking Perv” he says muffled by his jacket, yes but still that’s fucking stupid “what’s stupid is you taking his jacket” I have cold damn “could’ve asked me” he zips off his jacket and gives it to you and you see his blond hair, thanks Kenny your the best “yeah I know I am” you guys continue to walk to school and he steps on him while walking.

Stan: mmm he’s definitely a jealous type

He’s very clingy and needy

So good luck with that

Even if it’s a simple hi he think there flirting with you

As you were talking to the girls in class Mr garrison tell the class to be quiet and says there’s a new kid “is it boy?” “I hope he’s cute” “we need more girls” all the girls were talking about it and I was somewhat curious as well, the new boy comes in and everyone asks questions about him, what seemed to be an hour they finished the questions with new kid “okay your seat is right next to y/n” Mr garrison says, I smile at him in a friendly way and he sits right next to me (Stan to his friends the second new kid smiles back at you) “dude what the fuck is new kid doing” Stan says “he’s just being friendly” Kyle says “friendly my ass I know how it’s gonna be” “okay then Stan tell us how it is” “first he’s gonna be all friendly right then he’s gonna ask her to help him around the school then he’s gonna be like oh I can’t do this homework can you he-“ Stan gets cut off my Kyle “look dude it’s not that serious calm down” “fine fine but just watch” after class I walk out and new kid follows me (Stan ofc giving new kid death stares) “so I was wondering if you could help me around the school” oh yeah totally “sweet see you later then” as new kid is walking Stan grabs new kids arm “yo what the hell” new kid says “look new kid I know your new and stuff but like you shouldn’t trust that girl” “why?” “Ohhh sheeeee.. she bullies new kids like you” “wait really?” “Yes and your too stupid to know because your new and stuff” “mmm that’s fine with me she’s still cute” Stan pauses for a second and looks at him annoyed “what?” (They fought and ofc Stan won but you had to give him many bandaids and kisses)

Kyle: not a jealous type

He respects you and your friends

He understands there’s other boys

Honestly really chill

Not gonna make a story but I’ll say if he’s really jealous he would hold your hand or put hands all over your waist

A very respectful man!

Butters: is probably too dumb to understand all this jealously stuff

But he’s definitely been jealous once or twice

“Y/n and Clyde” Mr garrison said, he was giving out partners for a project

“So you should come to my house we have games and stuff we can play after the project” yeah that sounds good to me “alright then see you there” as your walking you see butters run up to you and hug you “oh geez sorry I’m just happy to see you again” aww I missed you to “s-so you got anywhere to be today?” Oh yeah I gotta go to Clyde’s, butters froze and his eyes were wide “why?” For the project butters “you promise it’s just a project?” And some games “what! B-but that’s a boy” yeah I know “and we are together this is weird!” Cmon butters it’s nothing bad I promise I love you and only you *you kiss him on the cheek* “o-oh geez” butters says with red cheeks and smiling and wobbilibg I’ll see you tomorrow bye butters I love you “I love you more” butters says with literal heart eyes (butters was talking to Clyde the next day)

Clyde: yeah me and y/n were

Butters: oh yeah my girlfriend

Clyde:..uh yeah we were having so much-

Butters: oh yeah well me and her like have an amazing time everyday.. and get your own girlfriend

[tokio-motel]

ik u sleep but i gotta send this before i go to bed cuz its like 5am(almost six am)

ANYWAY

lemme um

lemme get sum headcannons(full band seperate) with a male reader who is a stripper(bro busting on them poles) and is kind of the type of stripper to wear more feminine outfits yk? cuz the club be needing that money fr

and ngl the band would prolly visit but literally hates it when reader got clients other than them

like bro wants reader to give em that lap dance like fuk r u doing😪🤞🏾

ofccc you can throw in obvious nsfw like???(bro u should know the positions we talk abt it like all the time😞)

and duhh u can add other ideas if u feel like it tf🙄

THE BAND X MALE STRIPPER

hii babe 🙈 ummm my cat was sitting on my lap while writing this so if there's typos no there's not 🤞 had to do research on this oml

BILL:

・oh god he loves watching you.

・He never really knew he'd have a thing for a person swinging their ass on a pole, but baby he fucking loves you.

・Just continuously looking you up and down

・He can't help but moan if you give him a lap dance oml, holding a hand on your waist kinda guiding you 🤭

・You leaving soft kisses on his jaw and neck, moving your hips on him...

・He's so turned on WHATT...

・Gets jealous if you give others a lap dance or just feel 'em up

・He gets that it's your job but goddamn he's envious 😭

・hes paying for vip idgaf.

・He knows y'all can't have sex there but oh my god just being able to touch you more, running his hands up your back without anyone watching oh my GOD

TOM:

・teehee omg

・Seeing you all dressed up as you dance.. oh my god that's all he needed.

・He's throwing MONEY at you babe. I'm talking 20-50 dollar bills omg.

・getting a lap dance from you is like heaven to him.

・Can't keep his hands off you, rubbing down your waist and thighs. He knows he has to be careful but he can't resistttttt

・He'd get slightly possessive, glaring if you give another person a lap dance.

・He loves you too much..

・NAH HE'S BUYING VIP I DON'T GOTTA LIE

・Groping you, pulling you close as he rests his head in your neck, letting you work your magic 😋

・UGH he wanna fucks you so badly but he can't due to health risks and allat

GEORG:

・You got him wrapped around your finger babe.

・He feels his heart beat faster as he looks at you, not being able to take his eyes off you

・You were his bi-panic idgaf.

・Looking at him, touching his arm or some shit like that? Oh my god.

・He loves that shit 😻

・Getting a lap dance just makes him feel like he's dreaming.

・Having you right there infront of him while you look so damn good...

・Taking him to vip as you remove a layer of clothing (maybe it's a shirt, dress, vest, whatever!)? He's so turned on...

GUSTAV:

・He'd be a little shy at first

・Like oh my god... just looking in his eyes while your spinning? His knees buckle.

・If you give others a lap dance or just touch their arm he feels covetousness.

is that the right word omfg

・I feel like hes not very touchy when you give him a lap dance, he leans back and just watches you with a lustful look

・He loves the clothes you wear omggg

・Just seeing you wear anything makes him so nervous yet zealous

uhm he's paying for vip cuz this is MY story and I choose what happens 😇

・anyways..Just being there alone with you? that's enough to make him horny.

・Oh my god he can't help but grab you and pull you close

[gregorovitch-adler]

Chair

This is it. It is John's wedding day. After tonight, things would change for good. Not that they ever were the same as soon as I came back after my fake death, but society says a wedding makes everything official.

I would never see him wake up and come down from the bedroom upstairs as I play my violin by the window. Never hear his voice around me in this house, never get to laugh at his whimsical typing habit. Never get to find an excuse to invade his personal space.

How would I? He no longer lives here, and he would never visit as often as he was able to when I was planning his wedding.

The thought is unbearable. I exhale and shake my head as I try to think of something else - though Mrs Hudson being here, sitting on John's chair out of all places, and rambling about her married life when no one even asked doesn't help.

"My best friend, Margaret – she was my chief bridesmaid."

I roll my eyes and put my cup and saucer on the side table.

"We were going to be best friends forever, we always said that; but I hardly saw her after that."

For God's sake, stop rubbing it in! "Aren’t there usually biscuits?" I ask instead.

"I’ve run out."

"Have the shops?" I stand up and glance at the door pointedly. Anything to be away from human contact in any way, shape, or form for a few minutes.

But she continues her sob story anyway. "She cried the whole day, saying, 'Ooh, it’s the end of an era.'"

"I’m sure the shop on the corner is open," I say with a tight smile.

"She was probably right, really."

I close my eyes and wish I could be invisible.

"I remember she left early. I mean, who leaves a wedding early?" She shakes her head. "So sad."

Probably she was in love with you like I am with John. Ever considered that? I obviously don't say it out loud.

Though I've always thought marrying the head of an incredibly famous cartel in America was a rather stupid thing to do on Mrs Hudson's part.

Not that it matters now.

"Anyway, you’ve got things to do." So much filtering I have to do for every damn human interaction. Would rather be alone.

No, that's not quite true: would rather be alone with John, but he doesn't want the same thing. Certainly not. Gotta distract my mind again.

"No, not really. I’ve got plenty of time to -"

"Biscuits," I cut her off. She finally gets up from that chair and walks to the door of the flat.

"I really am going to have a word with your mother."

"You can if you like. She understands very little." Positively nothing about my sentiments.

I close the door on her - John would've given me an earful if he were here (not again!) - and turn around. I let out a sigh and turn to look at the chair Mrs Hudson just emptied.

John's armchair. My John - at least in my mind.

Once upon a time, I'd had a feeling that there was a slight probability that he felt the same way. Clearly, I was proven wrong when I saw him with Mary that night.

Even more so when he continued to be engaged to her, after having forgiven me for faking my death - at least on the surface.

Perhaps it was a miscalculation on my part. He never felt the same and never will. He's in love with Mary.

I can do nothing but be civil with her and respect John's choice.

However, as I stare at John's chair in this flat, I feel as if a piece of John himself is still here with me.

I have to be at the wedding hall in an hour, being the best man of the wedding, so I force myself to not become one with that chair.

I turn around to make my way to my bedroom to get dressed.

Into Battle.

***

Prompt Chair by @onesmallfamily

Tags: @helloliriels @topsyturvy-turtely @keirgreeneyes @lisbeth-kk @gaylilsherlock @lookingforlifeoutthere @peanitbear @a-victorian-girl @calaisreno @curlyjohnlock @missdeliadili @kettykika78 .

[miyuhpapayuh]

three.

Zora and Nique sit on her L-shaped sofa, while she fills her friend in on what's been going down.

“You told him where you work??”

“He saw the logo on my jacket, girl.”

“And you ain't cover it??”

“Damn, is he a murderer??”

“That's how you treat ‘em!”

“Yeah, well…”

“Well…?”

“He's different.”

“Wow, you ate them words up!”

Zora rolls her eyes, holding her hands up.

“Yeah, you were right. He's real cool people.”

“Wow, I was right!” Nique claps.

“Aight, don't gloat yourself outta my apartment.” She points, right as her phone begins to ring.

It was Leon.

“Ooo put it on speaker!”

“No? You don't know how to act.”

“Oh come on, I just wanna know what he sounds like!”

“A man. He sounds like a man.”

“Zora, spare the drama and answer the phone.”

Sighing, she answers the call and reluctantly places it on speaker, greeting him.

“Hey Leon,” an effortless smile makes Nique squeal behind her hand.

“Hey Zora. How ya doin’?” His buttery, deep voice comes through.

“Ooo, it's so deep!” She whispers, but it's more of a yell.

“I know!” Zora responds in the same fashion, before answering him.

“I'm good. How was your day?”

“Eh, no broken glass stories today, so I guess that's something, yeah?”

“Yeah,” she laughs, “that's something.”

“I'm stalling, but I wanted to ask if you'd like to come with me to one of my favorite spots. It's a food joint, called What The Fries?™.”

The gasp she lets out enthuses him, same with Nique.

“Sorry, I just always wanted to check it out. I've never seen fries be created in so many ways! I'd love to go with you.”

He smiles bright like she can see him.

“Yeah? Well I'm glad I get to be the one to take you there. And it's better than you're expecting, I promise. How's about this Saturday? Are you working?”

“Uh,” she ponders for a minute, “no I'm actually off, so that's perfect. What time were you thinking?”

“Hm, maybe around three? Sounds good?”

“Sounds good.” She repeats.

“Great, I'll send you the address.”

“Okay,” she says, “can't wait to indulge and talk without an extra set of eyes on us.”

He laughs. “Yeah, I know right. He been keepin’ his distance?”

She takes the phone off speaker and continues talking, making Nique roll her eyes.

“He has! I'm shocked, actually.”

“Well good. His job description ain't said nothing about him harassing you, so it should always be a good ten feet–”

“Mm-mm,” she cuts him off, “twenty-five feet. His ass needs to be damn near invisible.”

He laughs, agreeing with her. “Yeah, he does seem like the hardheaded type.”

“He was pressed as hell once you left. It was really comical.”

“What he say?”

“Asking all these questions about who you were and why you mean mugged his dumb ass, as if he ain't already know.” She snickers.

“You tell him?”

“Nah, I like watching him squirm. Ain't no satisfaction in telling the enemy his just desserts is comin’. Gotta watch it play out if he feelin’ froggy.”

“Tell him to leap, cause I stay ready.”

She was giggling way too much for her own liking, but damn he was hilarious. She knew he was serious, too.

“He don't heed warnings, neither. So y'all might be squabblin’ for real.” She says, looking over at Nique, who's got a huge smile on her face.

“But, anyway. I gotta go. I kinda abandoned my friend to talk to you.” She jokes, earning a shove from her.

“Ah, tell friend I said wassup!”

“He said wassup, friend.” She repeats, looking back in her direction.

She clears her throat and shouts out a hey boyfriend, earning a shove of her own.

“I like her,” he laughs.

“Yeah, I'm sure you do.”

“Well, I'll let y'all get back to it. I look forward to Saturday, ma'am.”

“So do I, dear. You have a good evening.”

“You too.”

After hanging up, she didn't even turn her head good before Nique started.

“Do you hear church bells?! Cause I do!” She snickers.

“Man, come on. We just met like three days ago.”

“And? I ain't seen a smile that big since what's-his-name.”

“Mm. Don't bring that bitch up.”

“Hey, I offered to get the cops called on ‘em, he got warrants and he looks terrible in orange. That's a hit I'm ready to put out, but you won't let me.” She shrugs, making Zora laugh.

“Cause he ain't worth it. He’ll get caught up on his own time. Now, onto more important matters.”

“Yeah, like you got a bodyguard now. Someone scared freckle-face’s dumb ass??”

“I know, I was shocked too! But Leon's got this intimidating stature, especially if you're a scrawn-no-brawn like Cory.”

“How mean was that mug, chile?”

“Vicious,” she snorts. “You'd think Cory crossed his ass in a past life or something. It wasn't friendly at all.”

“That boy better keep it cute,” Nique shakes her head. “Cause I'd hate to attend his funeral.”

“Dramatic as hell. He not gon die— not at the hands of Leon, that is. I can't save him from nobody else.”

“Hell, I kinda wanna see ‘em fight now!”

“Me too!” She laughs.

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Saturday rolled around quicker than Zora anticipated, and she was kinda relieved that he'd planned such a low key first date.

The sun was back, high in the sky, giving her motivation to pull the three day old bun from her head and pick her curls out. She was very grateful that the hair goddesses were on her side.

Mid-seventies weather called for a sundress and she picked the bright orange one from the stack, feeling like an extra spice would do her day some good.

Framing her chestnut curls around her face, she added her new tiger eye bracelet to the nameplate necklace and studs that are always on her person.

Sliding her feet into her wedged sandals, she grabbed her keys and headed to the long awaited spot, where Leon was happily waiting on her.

As if her scent got there before she did, he'd looked up the moment she walked up the sidewalk to the outdoor seating, where he was perched on a bench.

“Hey Zora, you look beautiful.” He greets her with a hug, both of them holding on a little longer.

“Thank you, Leon. You clean up nice.” She responds once they let go and she can take in his fit; a crisp white tee, light wash jeans and seafoam air jordan’s.

He looked good.

He smiles, thanking her before holding the door for her as they head into the white, brick building and order their food.

“I'm paying, so don't try and give me the runaround.” He half jokes, and she just looks up at him and sighs.

“Fine, fine.”

It didn't take her long to figure out what she wanted to indulge in, once she saw bacon, cheese and fries in the same sentence.

Leon was in the mood for a burger and loaded fries, same as hers.

Grabbing their food and heading back outside, the pair get comfy on the bench he was sitting on when she first arrived, sitting a few inches apart.

“Try it,” he nudges, while she stares at it, trying to find a place to attack it.

“I gotta find the right forkful, hol’on,” she chuckles, sticking her fork into the left side where there's a hunk of bacon and cheese.

Taking a bite, she sighs while chewing. He watches with an amused smirk.

“Does that mean you like it?” He asks, biting into his own burger.

“Yeah, it's really good,” she goes back in for a couple more bites, washing it down with her soda.

“How's your burger?” She asks, looking over at him.

“It's delicious. Second time I've had it, it hasn't disappointed me.”

“Good. Now, let's get into the warehouse job you got. Is it like Amazon?”

“Honestly? My granddad got me the job, to keep me outta trouble, but yes it's like Amazon. Smaller scale."

“Mmm, so you are trouble?” She smirks, amused at his laugh.

“I used to be a hothead, I guess you can say. But once you hit thirty, you look around and don't see the people you used to run with no more or they're bad off because the bullshit we used to get into done caught up with ‘em, and I didn't want that to be me. I try and live the straight and narrow life these days.” He explains.

She nods.

“Well, turning over a new leaf is always a good thing. I'm proud of you, even though we've only known each other for about a week.” She smiles.

“Has it been a good week?” He asks.

“Yeah,” she nods, “it has.”

“I love to hear that.”

“I love to say it. You know how many times I've tried to connect with these mamas’ lil dusty sons and they're all simple, slow and stupid? Too many.” She says with the straightest face, making him contemplate on holding his laugh in or not.

“You can laugh, but I'm serious,” she says, not even getting the sentence out as they both cave, wiping tears away as they come back to the point.

“I'm sorry, mama. That was too funny.” He sighs, and the nickname he'd just donned her with doesn't escape her.

“I-I'm serious, it's real bad out here, so don't make me take my words back and fight you.” She points her finger at him.

Holding his hands up in surrender, he flashes a smile. “I promise. I've never stepped out on anybody that ever gave me the time of day.”

“Mhm,”

“You don't believe me? You can personally ask all both of ‘em.”

“All– Leon, you've only had two girlfriends?” She questions, squinting at him as she takes another bite of her fries.

“What I gotta lie for?” He asks with another chuckle.

“I'm sorry, and don't take this the wrong way but… you are too fine to have only gone steady with two women.”

“While I'm flattered, I'm serious. My first girlfriend, Tia. We were in kindergarten, and while you don't think that's serious, we went steady all the way til seventh grade.”

“Really??”

“Yeah, we'd been neighbors since diapers or whatever, and our parents always said we'd either be enemies or friends, and we doubled it on the good side!” He laughs.

“Aw, that's the cutest thing I've ever heard. Seven years.”

“Yeah, you don't think about it when you're a kid, but yeah we were about thirteen or so, shared our actual first kiss and then things got all weird. Puberty was and still is the blame and we've actually agreed on this.”

“Was it an ugly breakup?”

“As ugly as it could be at that age, I suppose. She crossed the fence like usual, but she didn't look happy. In fact, I remember her crying and I didn't understand it then, but I totally got it years later. She felt like we couldn't be in a relationship and be friends like we were, and of course cause we didn't even know how to balance our own feelings, at the time. But I was angry. Accusatory, knowing I couldn't blame her for feeling the way she did, and we didn't talk for a long while.”

“Wow,” she says, waiting for him to continue.

“Well, I apologized, of course.” He laughs, making her do the same. “And she forgave me, and I was able to forgive myself. We're not as close as we used to be, but anytime she needs ol Leon to be a friend, I'm here.”

“Aw, how sweet of you.”

“Yeah, I do what I can, ya know?”

“Mhm. So what you do to the other one?”

“Oh, I'm sure you don't wanna hear about that.” He shakes his head.

“See, it's something you're afraid of sharing with me already?”

“Nah, it's just a little less cinematic.”

“So? If you're telling it, it's gonna be animated anyhow.”

“Cheap shots just keep getting cheaper,” he singsongs.

“Tell the story, Leon,” she mocks in the same fashion.

“Alright, fine. Sophomore year of high school to a little after our college graduation. Candy. Yes, that's her actual name. She was the wild girl to my wild boy. Anything you think we got into, we did it twice.” He shakes his own head.

“Tagged a building?” She asks.

“Try the whole neighborhood.” He scoffs. Her mouth drops.

“Y'all cut curfew and snuck in each other's dorms, didn't you?”

“We got caught so many times.” He answers, shaking his head at himself, again.

“Lord have mercy, I'm not gon guess no more.”

“Good, cause the answer might’ve been the same.” He laughs.

“Okay, alright. So what happen? She find another wild boy?”

“She found many other wild boys and left my ass in the dust, yes she did.”

“Damn, that's so harsh.”

“Can you imagine one of 'em being your friend?” He adds, making her mouth drop open again.

“What?!”

“Yeah, I definitely beat his ass.” He nods.

“That was my follow up question! I'm glad you did, cause what the hell? How'd you–”, she recollects and lowers her heightening tone, “how did you find out?”

“A little after graduation, she was supposed to be going to get her nails done with her girls for the party that night. But instead, she'd buttdialed me while they were making out. She told him that she was gonna dump me and they were gonna move in together and whatever the hell else.”

“I know you not supposed to lay a finger on her, but did you flick her ass in the nose at least?” She asks, reminding him of his fiery ass aunt.

“Nah, I got sisters to handle that. But even then, she wasn't worth it. Her stuff was definitely waiting for her on the curb and I went on my way.”

“Wow, I'm sorry that happened to you.”

He shrugs. “It's not the worst thing that's happened.”

“Yeah, I understand that. We've all got our woes.”

He nods, and they take a few minutes to continue eating. Enjoying the sun as it gets to its most golden point, shining down on their kissed skin.

“I get to hear about your woes?” He asks.

“Eh, they end up just like Candy. Their shit on the curb,” she clears her throat, “maybe a tire or three slashed.”

He gasps. “What??”

“You only get in trouble if you slash all four. If you're gonna do it, do it correctly.” She quips.

“Touché.”

“Plus, he deserved it. He slept with the bitch that tried to break into my car.”

“That pretty little bug over there?” He points just down the way.

“Yeah, she's been thuggin’ it out with me for a while now.” She gives a fond smile.

“Did you beat her ass?”

“And his, too.” She says with a roll of her neck, causing another gleaming smile and hearty laugh to come her way.

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Stepping out of her wedges, she cracks her toes on her plush rug and sighs. The stereo is currently playing one of her old mixes off a burned cd. Her phone starts ringing, sending her back towards her bed to retrieve it.

“Hey ma,” she sings.

“Hey, my baby. How was your day?”

“It was actually really good,” she nods, placing her phone on speaker and she shifts through her t-shirts.

“Yeah? What happened?”

“Ugh, Pamela, don't be so nosy.” She snorts, knowing her mother would jerk her collar if she were near.

“Zora-Jean.”

“You and Nique, and that damn Zora-Jean! Please!” She laughs again, pulling the dark green, ninja turtles tee from the pile.

It's country, I know. But I love it. What else was your middle name supposed to be?” Pam questions.

“Yeah, you're right. I guess I'll relax. Just a little. Ooh, I wasn't supposed to tell on her, but she's been riding me all day bout shit— Nique first-named you on the phone the other night.”

“No she didn't!” She hollers.

“Yes she did!” Zora hollers back.

“Lord have mercy, Ima have to kick her where the sun don't shine.” She says, making Zora fall out in laughter.

“You so crazy, girl,” her mother remarks, as she comes back to. “But, why was your day so good? Yeah I'm being nosy, cause you usually always telling me about Cody… Cody?”

“Cory.”

“Yeah, him. Or some patron and their rude asses. So wassup? You find you some new flowers? Ooh, did you see the ones I shared with you?”

“Yes ma, I saw them. I liked the red bunch, that was really pretty, but no I already have my bunch for the next two weeks.”

“Okay so…”

“I met a man.” She smiles.

“Oh, you met a man.” She draws out.

“Yeah, a man.”

“Alright, what's different about this one?”

“He's an open book. First time I've seen, wrapped in mahogany brown skin. He's so fine, mama.”

“Ah, he knows how to communicate? Don't applaud a fish for swimmin’, Jean.”

Zora sucks her teeth, plopping down on the bed.

“You asked what was different, that's different. Jesus ma, relax.”

“You and this relax,”

“Try it, sometime. I think he's cool. He's a goof. Real tall and lanky, but muscular where it counts, like a voluptuous woman loves, apparently. That's what I seem to keep attracting, so… maybe this time it could be different. Can we leave some room for some hope? That's a lot for me too, but i'm doing it.”

Pamela sighs, taking in her youngest daughter's words.

“I hear you, baby. There's always room for hope.”

Ch 4

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[duckyfruitbat]

YoHoHo, It's a New Era of Pirating

I'm sure a lot of us have been ruminating on this lately, but first I want to draw some parallels.

Picture it, the year is 2005 and you are watching a movie you picked out with your grandma at blockbuster during your weekend visit to give your parents a god damned break from your bullshit. Relatable so far yes? You pop that disk in and sit down as grandma makes the popcorn and an odd little PSA comes up between the previews. It's the infamous pirating PSA that compares downloading films to car jacking. So what do you do? You download copious amounts of pirated music onto the computer under your fathers supervision of course, still pretty relatable right?

You have entered the world of media piracy my friend, an old tradition with a rich culture and history. The early 2000's were some wild times, piracy was at its peak, the internet was a lawless land, and the 2008 housing bubble was just around the corner, truly a glorious time.

Now needless to say, publishing companies hated piracy and were desperately trying to curb it but only through legislation through a government that didn't really care. It was already hard enough to catch one pirate so why waste resources to crack down on it. There was an attempted crackdown by the publishers but that completely failed, one infamous case was a grandma who didn't even have a computer.

This age of piracy was only stopped when Itunes and Netflix made their way online. That was only because everything was on these two websites and later also Hulu. The only people who continued to pirate were kids who didn't have money and anime fans. There were two specialized websites just for them.

Everything was going smoothly, until we get to today, now every studio has at least one streaming service and even then there is no guarantee that their own shows would even be up and they're all owned by the same five corporations. Discovery got in trouble not too long ago for deleting their own shows from their own streaming service. Disney still has a backlog to upload onto Disney+, and there are many exclusives between each site. It's very similar to what cable and satellite television was, gotta pay over a hundred dollars and you don't even watch half the channels. These streaming services are getting too specialized, sure it makes business sense especially when you already have a large library or you're just Disney, but when there are obscure TV channels trying to get their own service, you know something's wrong.

Somehow the music industry didn't go the same path, yes Spotify has its problems, especially for musicians, but it is far better than purchasing entire albums or the old piracy methods that always put your computer at risk.

The obvious consequence of all this is that piracy is once again going up once again. Why? Because it is far easier to pirate than it is to figure out which steaming service that Disney owned show you want to watch is on. The only reason Itunes and Netflix originally won was because it was more convenient to actually pay for the things you wanted to see and not have to worry about malware. That's a lesson that these corporations could benefit from again, but they are if anything stubborn.

Now because of the stubbornness of these corporations I will have a lot to talk about, specifically with all sorts of pirating methods, and some fun stories. I already talked about Tengen and their massive swinging balls of steel as they walked into the patent office to steal from Nintendo, but there is so much more. So plenty of legally dubious fun to be had!

[just-absolutely-super]

FF7 Rebirth Ending Thoughts

So at first I thought Cloud seeing Aerith's spirit while no one else did meant that Cloud was just gonna go through the 3rd game believing Aerith is still with the party when really she's his little ghost buddy that no one else can see

But then she gets left behind, meaning to me she is for real dead and in the Lifestream, and I guess because Cloud is so connected to the multiverse Lifestream because of his connections with Seph and Aerith that that's why he's still able to see and feel her presence

Whether Cloud knows she's for real dead or not, I have no idea. He acts like she's still alive and with them, but it's hard to say for sure given his mind is so screwed up

Tifa's gonna have her work cut out for her next game geez...

Anyways, so I'm sure Aerith will be having her own side journey in the next game, probably her going through the Planet trying to foil Sephiroth's plans. We never saw her in the third disk after her death in OG until the very end, so this time we will actually have her POV of what she went through to stop Meteor

I bet she'll also show up every now and then to help Cloud and the rest of the party as they continue their journey (the Maiden of the Planet novel does mention she's the one who guided Tifa to Cloud in the Lifestream so his memories could be fixed)

As for Zack...bruh idek what's up with his story now

It's obvious his goal is to make it out of this alive but who knows what's gonna happen now. Damn I was really hoping both he and Aerith would survive so they could officially reunite. I only hope that while Aerith is playing Big Good, she finds Zack in his universe and guides him back home (please Square, I need my Zer.ith crumbs)

Anyways, Rebirth was such a loaded game, but there's still more to do

They gotta do Rocket Town so they can sit down, shut up, and drink their GD tea!

Vincent's backstory still needs to be explored

They need to go to Wutai for Yuffie's arc

They gotta explain what the F U C K is up with Glenn and the SRC stuff

Cloud's literal mind break at the Northern Crater

Meteor being summoned and the awakening of the rest of the Weapons

Tifa becoming the focus for a hot minute and finding Cloud in Mideel then putting his mind back together

The Highwind Scene for my shipper heart

And finally the actual, for real, we promise, final battle with Sephiroth

aaaaand whatever extra stuff they'll add to make sure this game lasts a full week of gameplay lmao

I'm looking forward to how they'll handle it all

[yourboopyboop]

Bake me a Bun

Soap/Retired!Soap x f!reader Fluff with a slight suggestive line, daydreaming, get this man a baby. Mild stalking(?) I do not know if I should be continuing this ^^ (There will be eventual smut if I keep writing this, also might end up adding some TW because we all know what happens when you tell stories about wounded soldiers) Divider credits go to @vibeswithrenai , lovely work, I recommend checking them out ^^

Johnny is at his roots, a family man. Scottish mead flows through his veins, so does the sweet pie his grandma used to bake.

Before retiring, Soap liked to spend some of his 'vacations' with the whole MacTavish family. Lunch here, brunch there, and kids that flap their pa's kilt just before dinner. He would play chase with the wee lads, loved by his nephews and known as 'Big Uncle'. Often carrying two rascals at a time, or letting losing against them on a hand to hand battle, he was a truly warm and homecoming man.

"John, when ya givin' me sum' wee bairns?" His nan would often ask.

To what his answer would be, between gritted teeth "No bon, no bun, nan. Army giv' no time f'tha"

And so then, he was shot.

Retirement didn't treat him that badly, just gave him a rather permanent headache and a scar on his temple.

Doctors told him to stay put, to enjoy his free time on the hospital' open gardens, the oxygen would do him good they said. But Soap was not a man that would be sitting there, staying still after years of battlefield, movement and stress.

Yet, after trying to get away a couple of times and finally sat down by Price, he took the orders and stayed put like a good kid.

He owed Simon one. The man had managed to push him a fraction away from the bullet trajectory, earning himself a sprained ankle. He would often visit Johnny when free, although for a brief time, dropping telltales of what the squad had been up to. Gaz was the one to stick around most, nagging him about finally being out of the hellhole that being a SAS operator was. They would watch their football together, until nurses told him that they needed to do a check-up.

On a rare sunny day, the whole squad visited him. Price had brought a letter from Alejandro, wishing him the best recovery, and to visit whenever he felt like. The wind almost blew the paper away, sitting in a bench under a tree.

"Bet ya miss us son" John muttered, a tired smile on his face. Soap groaned, rolling his eyes, "honestly, I think I prefer t'share some sweat with yall, rather than this hell of a cell" Even Simon laughed at that.

" 's no sunshine 'round. Bloody white walls fucking strain my eyes every single damn day" He would keep complaining. "I don't miss ya nagging tho" Ghost quipped teasingly.

And so they laughed, walking around looking like a group of old childhood friends that threw shit at each other, being Gaz the one with the most pointy comments "I can't fathom sleep without ya snoring Soap"

Something bumped against Price, earning their stop and a tiny, quiet "sorry" from a tiny, young voice. It was a young lad, no more than six summers at his back. He looked rather scared; faced by an old man, a wounded soldier, a guy with only his eyes visible and a piercing gaze under a cap.

Price squatted "No need to be, lad. Where's ya mum?" The kid shook his head and pointed to a woman, not far away from their position, that was surrounded by kids. She seemed stressed, looking around with wide eyes until she spotted the young boy.

"Oh Matt! Don't go running away like that you little rascal!" She rushed to the kid, and made eye contact with the Captain. "I'm so sorry sir, can't really keep all the kids still sometimes"

"Visit trip?" Price tilted his head slightly, to what she nodded. "We like to show the young ones to respect the injured" Her smile was almost as warm as the sun that day. "They gotta learn more than numbers and letters in school after all"

She took the kid away after apologizing once again, urging the little one to go back with the whole group, that she graciously guided around the hospital garden.

A second pair of blues followed her around as she went by, earning a chuckle from Kyle "Looks like he has a reason to stay here now"

"Hells Bells" The only thing he could say.

For what he could see from his room's window, it was a whole week of field trips for different classes.

To his eyes, she paraded around with the kids, with a sweet smile and warm eyes, showing the little humans things around, be it the entrances, the pond, or making small talk with some old lady that was condemned to stay her last days in that white prison. Like he felt, incarcerated for his health, until the doctors decided his wound and other past poorly healed injuries would not hinder him from having a "normal" life from now on.

For you, you were trying to show the kids some hospitality, to be respectful and appreciate the healthcare and what it could do for the people. For them to listen to the old tales of those veterans in life, or to enjoy the breeze and the grass after walking around for a long time.

Johnny was mesmerized. Completely lost in those warm expressions you always had dancing on your face, or in how you guided the children with caressing palms. Maybe it was the ring of your voice, that now rose above the constant tingle of his newly acquired wound, or the manners that you carried around. He felt strangely isolated in the room, a constant need to go outside and enjoy the grass, of course he wasn't trying to get a chance to talk with you.

Right?

So there he was, again in a bench. And that day he decided to hang his dog tags around his neck. "What a show-off" Simon groaned before saying goodbye couple of hours ago. "Don't come sulking if you scare her away you mutt", and a pat on the back.

It was the same boy as the other day, the one that approached him mesmerized by the shining plates on his neck. Matt sat on the floor, inquiring about what did Johnny do for a living. 'What is that? What do you do? Oh that's so cool!' he would chirp here and there.

Johnny couldn't really say no to the wee thing in front of him, puffing his chest and sharing some of his less-bloodied trips. The puff was taken down by a sudden nervousness when he saw you approaching again.

"Matt how many times do I have to tell you not to go astray from the group" She came already scolding the boy. "Oh, you are from the other day, right sir?"

Ah, she remembered him.

"Just doin' me time in here for a bit" Johnny answered with a boyish smile. "Can't blame the wean, he was all giddy 'n' interested"

"And what might that interest be?" You squatted a bit, poking Matt's cheek. "Miss. L/n this is Soap!" Oh, he got your last name now, maybe Laswell was willing to do some digging as a reward for his honorary actions right? Did he just call you Miss? That in his mind was a Jackpot. "And what does...Mr. Soap do?" She looked at him from bellow, her eyes flickering to his dog tags for a second. "I just tell old tales of sweaty men trying to save the world"

You weren't able to peel Matt from his spot, resigned, decided to indulge in some old stories, bringing the whole group so they could all listen to a veteran's yapping.

"So my mate, you see, big scary man with a mask" He would say, "took'em all down real fast i'm telling ya"

His eyes would often flick from kid to kid, landing on your face. To his delight, you were also caught in his stories, attentive eyes and full focused on how his mouth moved.

"And I was all alone! Havin' to scramble what I could! Bad men trynna catch me but I'm telling yall, nobody cannae stop the Soap" The boasting was impressive. How proud Johnny was of his doings, how he managed to tell his story in Las Almas without mentioning the cartel, or the corruption. "Even took a bloody bullet!" He pointed to his fresh scar, still healing. And that's when he saw your eyes turn somber, rather cold. "Alright kids, Mr. Soap here has lot's of stories, but surely that means he's very tired right? Let's go visit more places around!" After insisting a bit, you peeled the children away from his circle and quickly whispered to him with a disappointed gaze "I do have no doubt on what you did to protect people, but please, showing wounds and violence to children is not appropriate"

When you turned away, he sulked. He had fucked up. Ghost was right, he showed off too much and fucked up big time. He wanted to chase after you, to grab your wrist and apologize. To promise not to use those marks again if it meant seeing your bonnie face.

Yet knowing it would only make it worse, he silently went away, locking himself in the white room and not letting the nurses come in.

"Fucked up" He told Price. "Bonnie thing didn't like when I told the bairns about the bullet"

He earned a sigh, and a folder on his lap. "Didn't Simon tell you to slow down? I'm glad you still got some energy in you, son." Soap cursed under his breath, taking the folder and giving it a quick read. "You know me Sir"

Your whole legal name was there. Education, birthplace, family. Everything. Just a normal civilian, with a normal job. A teacher, the daughter of a warm family.

The folder didn't explain your charming eyes, or the small smiles you would make when a child showed you something. The information didn't do you any beauty, and he was pissed.

He had to hear it from you. Your own name, then his. Then again his name between some whispers or whimpers even. Not long after, Price took him for a walk, trying to pull him away from the constant frown that adorned his forehead.

It was Friday, he could tell you were a bit more energetic than the past day. Guessed it was the last visit you had to bring to the hospital, the last time he would probably see you if he was the one to respect boundaries. But what boundaries if he already had your address and identification number.

"You thinkin' about her still?" Price inquired, sipping on some cheap tea from the cafeteria. "Can't shake it cap. I just cannae. I gotta go tell her I'm sorry or sumthin'" He crossed his arms on his chest, right leg nervously bouncing under the table. "You seen how she look' with the bairns?" That earned a chuckle from the older man.

And bless the heavens he thought, when you entered the room with the group of children, dividing them in groups around multiple tables and asking the barista to make around thirteen milkshakes. You stayed on the counter, counting each quid to later report it to the school.

Price stood up, gave Johnny a pat on the shoulder. "Second try won't hurt you more than the first" He walked away, leaving Soap to shed his personal coat, turning into the homeboy Johnny once more.

"Hey"

You sighed, looking at him. "Sorry 'bout the other day. Got carried away" he mumbled "thought wee things would like something more...thrilling"

"Still not the best thing to say"

"I ken"

"They kept repeating your stories after that." His eyes flickered "Even started calling the other patients by 'sir' or 'ma'am'" Finally you met his eyes, hiding a shudder under your skin feeling like he was seeing right past your soul with those blue gems. This of course didn't pass by him.

"Ya enjoyed 'em?"

"Perhaps"

He leaned in a bit, not yet getting into your space, but enough to give you a tiny whiff of his soft scent. Was it citrusy? Warmth was on it, a little bit fruity but not overwhelming. You could swear there was a tinge of all-in-one shampoo too.

"Okay, yes. I liked your stories." Finally surrendering to his observing gaze, you relaxed on the counter a bit, the barista slowly pulling out the milkshakes. "Still, too bloody for some group of children"

"Hm. You know, even me ol' boss scolded me" The most heavenly chuckle swarmed his ears. "The man with the hat?" Johnny flashed a smirk, eyebrows gathering in the middle giving you an apologizing look and offering you his hand "Johnny's the name"

Johnny helped you bring the milkshakes to the tables, and again started telling his stories. This time with your consenting look, avoiding violence or blood on them.

There was a tiny difference now. His eyes weren't the only ones fluttering between the children and you. Lost in him, in his pearls, sometimes having to scramble your brains to understand his accent and phrasing. Unable to keep eye contact for long, covering your flush by turning your attention to the kids.

You couldn't really lie, he was charming. A warm smile and soft, piercing eyes. A voice that was like silk, but sometimes rugged, unable to ignore how his hands, rather calloused, accompanied the movements of his voice. The dog tags that he still wore, now tucked under his shirt, chain making waves over his collarbone, adorned by a thick and strong neck.

He seemed less proud, and more invested into the stories now. It wasn't about boasting anymore, but a constant fight to keep the kids hooked, and subsequently you too. He bathed proudly on how your cheeks would rose up a bit, or how you fidgeted with the soft fabric sometimes tracing the figures of the funny and childish patterns you wore. He wanted to up the tone, to impress you more like a bird trying to court his counterpart.

But he was a trained man that rarely made mistakes, a quick learner on top of that, not hitting the same rock twice.

Time passed, milkshakes were empty and some kids couldn't keep their eyes fully open. With a rather tired voice, a little raspy from the constant storytelling he chuckled at the wobbly tiny heads in front of him.

"Tired them all" You softly smiled, exhaustion also apparent on your face.

"Do I pass the test, Miss. L/n? Stories good enough?" He leaned slightly against you, a friendly shoulder bump earning another holy chuckle from your lips. "I give you an 8, missed some staging".

"Oh lass, I cannae be doin' backflips and shi- stuff" He corrected himself and tapped to his temple, the scar now healing better "Quite rude to be askin' tha' from a poor wounded soldier"

With a smile, you dismissed him and woke up some of the kids, telling them it was already time to go back home. Some of them whined, wanting to listen to more stories, trying to make you promise for it, something that Johnny eagerly supported, teasing you a bit. Others were completely fried, yawning and rubbing their eyes.

Before leaving the cafeteria, you turned around and thanked him. "Johnny, right? Mine is Y/n" Oh but that he already knew, although it didn't bother him hearing it from your mouth.

What he didn't know was that you would visit him next Monday, taking with you some homemade buns you had made, showing gratitude for his help the past week.

Maybe he didn't fuck up that much, and maybe he could win you over by winning over the kids.

And he was good with children.

[sublimecatgalaxy]

Hi I was wondering if you could write about Billy and reader having the biggest argument in their relationship but in the middle of the argument the reader gets an anxiety attack?

Sure :)

Sorry for not posting guys, long, sad day.

Billy could really get riled up over really stupid shit.

Today it was after a long day of him getting screamed at by his father so he kindly and patiently asked me to grab him a twelve pack before he came over to my house to unload for a bit. I know that his day has been stressful, that he's had a lot on his shoulders with his dad and the expectations, but there was still apart of me that knows that I don't deserve it when he takes it out on me.

I forgot the twelve pack, long story short.

I deserved the disappointment that he feels, he did ask me one simple request and it was literally one of three things on my list for the grocery store. But he was keen on not accepting my apology and continuing to grill me after I had fallen completely silent.

His breaths are ragged as he looks down at me, hands on his hips and my hands rest in my lap, my lips tugged down in a sad frown, upset at myself because, if I would've remembered, this wouldn't have happened in the first place.

"I just don't understand how you forgot when I specifically asked you, specifically, for what I wanted." He huffs, jaw gritted and I can hear my heartbeat in my ears, pulsing and pounding as my eyes flutter shut, tears escaping my eyes, trickling down my cheeks. "Are you fucking listening to me?" He claps his hands in front of my face, my whole body jumping away from his as I stare up at him, shocked at his attitude and behavior.

He scoffs, his eyes traveling down my expression and trembling frame, a sarcastic smile taking over his lips. He shakes his head, taking a step back from me with his hands up in surrender, anger still radiating from him nonetheless.

"You're crying? Why?" He asks, his voice a bit more calm than he was just moments ago, his hands clasped in front of him as he waits for me to reply, my chest heaving in anxious breaths as he laughs once more. "C'mon, yell or some shit-"

"Because it's a 12 pack Billy! You're yelling at me and telling me how much of a fuck up I am because you couldn't stop to get your own damn beer!" I cry, gasping as the air leaves my lungs, fingers gripping at my blankets in an attempt to ground myself as my head spins. "You're such a- fuck- goddamn asshole sometimes." I choke out, leaning over as I try to not hyperventilate, consumed by the twenty minutes of yelling and trying my best to keep calm.

Silence fills the room, both of us tense and tired as can be. Billy moves after a few moments, sitting down beside me on the bed as I cry quietly. I look to him with frantic eyes, my frown easing up a bit at the sight of his sorry smile, his fingers raking through his curls before reaching for his pack of cigs.

"I'm an asshole, yeah." He sighs, pulling out a cigarette, placing it between his lips before writing it, his brows pulled together in quiet frustration. When his eyes look to me, they're sorry but also filled with an unusual amount of regret. "It's a twelve pack. Shouldn't have made a big deal." He curses under his breath before taking another hit of his drug, shaking his head in disappointment but for a completely different reason than ten minutes ago.

"You've gotta work on not making the bad things that happen to you my fault." I sniff, reaching up to wipe my eyes as he reaches over to take my hand in his, giving it a sorry squeeze. "Asshole, c'mere."

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[sapshorelines]

GUNS AND PASTRIES | CHAPTER 1: Down the rabbit hole

San X Ftm!Reader (MAFIA AU)

Story summary: M/n just open a bakery in downtown Seoul not too long ago, it was his dream to start a bakery business. But what happens when he goes to take out the trash, he see's a man hiding near his trash bleeding out as another group of men ask his whereabouts. Does M/n rat him out or help him?

(2.9k words | not proof read)

!! TRIGGER WARNINGS (CHAPTER 1) !! Swearing, Blood, Gunshot wound, Mentions of an attack, Mentions of taking T with syringe

AUTHORS NOTE: first series womp womp, anyway p1harmony are your college besties, sorry if it seems a bit ooc < / 3 , anyway hope you guys will enjoy this series !!

!! NOTE !!

None of my works represent any IRL people. These works are purely meant for entertainment purpose and shouldn't be taken seriously. Do not steal any of my works and reupload them to other medias

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It was a quiet morning, the sun was starting to rise from the horizon. A person was laying down in a bed, sleeping peacefully under the covers, not being bothered by the sunrays that started to slowly creep in.

Then, a loud buzz went off from the nightstand. Damn, guess this person can't sleep in, yeah its a weekday rather than a weekend. The male reaches for his phone to shut the alarm off and grabbing the phone. He turns it on only to be blinded by the bright light of his wallpaper. He waits a bit for his eyes to adjust to the brightness to look at the time, 6:20am. The male groans as he would scroll through any messages that his friends have sent him. Which he did have one unread message from his friend Shota.

[Soul👽] [ (ɔ◔‿◔)ɔ ♥ ] [ image attached ]

Ah yes, his college friend that stays up at ungodly hours playing video games. Sometimes this man goes days without any sleep but hey, that's just him. The male opens the image that was attached and it was a picture taken from Shota's phone at a screen. It was a picture of a build from minecraft and the caption reading 'A gift from me M/n-hyung!'. M/n smiles as he would react to the message that was sent with a heart. Yeah, M/n has a minecraft server open for him and his small friend group.

M/n sits up and stretches his arms out, then rubbed the eye boogers out of his eyes. Well, he's gotta start the day. He then gets out of bed, taking his phone with and putting it in his hoodie pocket as he made his way to his apartment kitchen to make himself some breakfast. M/n gets himself some simple milk and cereal along with some fruits to mix it in with. He then sets the bowl down on a coffee table, then grabbing the remote to turn the TV on. He swaps through a few channels to see what is happening with the news. He then stops at his usual channel that he watches news from because there really isn't much going on right now.

He continues to eat his breakfast, once finished he then grabs the bowl and takes it to the kitchen to set in the sink so he can clean later. M/n then makes his way to the bathroom to get ready for the day such as taking a shower and taking his meds, yes this includes testosterone shot.

Short timeskip later he was getting ready to head down to his bakery shop below to prepare to open. Yes, M/n opened a bakery not too long ago, about five months ago and business is amazing for him. His business rest nearby a metro station, so a lot of people come to grab a quick breakfast to snatch to eat on their way to work, and a lot of people enjoy M/n's pastries and such. It's the best in the area too!

M/n enters the employee area to start his shift, not realizing his friend Keeho had already clocked in. Keeho just stood there in silence, getting the bright idea to startle M/n. M/n paid no attention as he was clocking in, but as he was done he turns to his left-

"JESUS CHRIST KEEHO-" M/n yells, followed by Keeho laughing. "I got you!!" He taunts M/n, still laughing. "Don't do that!" M/n was annoyed at this point, this was probably the third time and he's still yet to get use to Keeho scaring him. "But it's funny!" Keeho chuckles.

"To you it is." M/n then started to put on his apron, he already changed into his uniform due to his apartment being literally right above him. "Anyway, do we have any orders to take out today? I can tell Jiung to do that today." Keeho asked, yeah Keeho is pretty much the manager too. "Uhh, let me check real quick." M/n says as he would quickly go to the computer to look. "Yeah there is a few orders that are due at noon, they aren't far ether so he can just take my bike and deliver them." M/n explains to Keeho.

"Alright cool, he's coming around noon, he has a doctors appointment today." Keeho says to M/n as he finished putting his apron on.

"He told me a few days ago, don't worry." M/n smiles, "Now, shall we get ready to open-" Right before M/n could finish his sentence, someone burst through the room, it was Intak. He was almost late, again. "I'm here!" He exclaims.

Both Keeho and M/n stared at Intak, bruh moment.

It soon got to be noon and the morning rush had died down a bit, but there were people here who were using this time to get work done and such. In fact it wasn't just a bakery, it was also a bit of a cafe too! But anyway, the door opens and in comes Jiung and Shota! Though Shota doesn't work here, he usually hangs out. The perks of being a twitch streamer.

"Hey M/n-hyung!" Jiung waves as he see's M/n cleaning up the counter a bit. "Oh! Hey Jiung!" M/n smiles, then seeing Shota right behind him. "Oh, hey Shota!" M/n greets him as well.

"Oh right- Jiung you got to do delivery today." M/n reminds him, "Yeah I know, do I need to take the car or-" "Nope, you can take my bike for today. There's not that many orders and they're all close by too."

"Oh! Alright, could I take Shota too?" Jiung asked, "If you want, I might have a spare bike too. I would just need to find the keys to the lock. Ill go look for them, I just need to wait for Keeho to get off his break." M/n says as he would toss the dirty paper towel into the trash can.

"Alright, Ill go clock in real quick." Jiung says as he would quickly make his way to the back to clock in. Shota stood there awkwardly, typical. "Oh yeah, I did see that build you made me last night." M/n says, "It's amazing!"

Shota smiles, "Ah, thats good." He smiles as he slowly made his way to the counter. "Are you going to stream tonight?" M/n asked him, in which Shota nods. "Cool! Ill tune in right when I close shop." Lets not forget that M/n had a QR code to his twitch account on the front of his bakery. How amazing of him.

Then, Jiung would come back out along with Keeho. "Keeho can you cover for me real quick? I need to go back to my apartment to grab the key lock for my other bike."

"Yeah sure go ahead." Keeho says as he makes his way over to help Intak. M/n then rushes to the back of the building where there was emergency stairs, M/n usually uses this as a way to get into his business and into his apartment. After awhile M/n comes back down with the keys, "Here Shota!" M/n then tosses the keys to Shota which, he got smacked in the face with, causing Jiung to laugh.

"Oh sh- my bad dude." M/n apologizes before letting out a chuckle. "Anyway, stay safe both of you."

"We will boss!" Jiung says as he hops on one of the bikes. Shota was struggling a bit to unlock the extra, rip.

Its now late afternoon, the sun was setting down and people are returning home from their work. M/n's bakery was starting to close up shop but still had a few last minute customers getting food for dinner or dessert. Keeho was taking orders as M/n was cleaning up the counter, Intak had already headed home to do college work.

Once the last customer walked out, Keeho walked over to the entrance and swapped the sign to 'closed'. "Has Jiung and Shota come back yet?" Keeho asked.

"No I don't think so, they might have used this opportunity to go to that arcade they were talking about. As long as he got those orders in I wouldn't mind." M/n says as he was putting away things. "You sure? Do you not care about the bikes? Do you not remember-"

"Keeho, its fine." M/n then closes the storage room. "You heading out?" M/n asked. "Uh- yeah I gotta go study."

"That's alright with me." M/n says as he started to take off his apron. "Do you need help with your uh, thing?" Keeho asked. M/n was confused at first on what he meant but Keeho pointed to his thigh. "Oh! No I don't, I'm able to do it myself, don't worry man."

"Alright, I'm gonna go ahead and clock out and take the trash out." Keeho says as he walked towards the back and started to take his apron off. "Don't worry about the trash, Ill get it. You can go ahead and clock out."

"You sure?"

"Mhm." M/n nods.

"Alright, cya tomorrow." Keeho smiles as he heads to the back. M/n then started to grab all the trash bags in the store to throw out. Usually Keeho exits through the front so he can make sure he had locked the door. So, M/n makes his way out the back to the alley way to the side that has their trash bin. He then opens the door looking towards the street and-

He stop dead in his tracks.

M/n notices a man sitting next to the trash, hiding from view. M/n then notices the blood coming from the mans shirt, he was bleeding. Before he could even say a word or do anything, he looks back over to the opening that lead to the sidewalk as he see's three men come from the corner.

"Hey kid!" One yells out to him, these guys looked sketched as hell to M/n. M/n also notices that they were out of breath too.

"Have you seen a tall man, short black hair, he's got a bullet wound to his shoulder." The crusty man asked him. Like if the world had frozen, M/n's brain was going insane. He just so happen to stumble upon something gang related. Shit. He was having a war in his mind, should he help this man or rat him out?

..He's injured, why should he rat him out to crusty old men?

"I saw him run across the road that way, he must be going through the back alley way of downtown that leads out of town." Holy shit lets hope he rolled a Nat 20 on persuasion.

"Huh, thanks kids." The more taller lanky man says, "C'mon, lets get that rat." The other two men would not and just like that the three ran off out of view, and when M/n KNEW for a fact that they were gone. He quickly threw the bags in the bin and immediately ran to the guy hiding next to the trash bin. He would then hoist his arm around his shoulder, noticing the size difference.

This guy was packed!

Anyway, he quickly helps the man inside and immediately shuts the door. M/n was about to call out for Keeho to help but he notices that his bag was gone. Fuck.

M/n then quickly grabs a spare chair that just sat against the wall and set the man down. He didn't want to ask questions right off the bat and M/n quickly ran to get the first aid kit to patch the wounds up. He then rushes to the closet in the employees room and grabs the first aid kit. M/n then rushes back and sets the kit down, but he notices the man was starting to fall to sleep.

"shit-" M/n swears under his breath, "Hey- dude- can you hear me?" M/n asked, which that got the man's attention. "Can I take off your shirt real quick so I can at least stop the blood flow?"

The man nods. He then takes his jacket off, then he lets M/n take off his shirt. "Holy fuck- you need to go to the hospital, Ill call-"

"Don't.." The man says, cutting off M/n. He was also out of breath and he was trying to fight internally to stay awake. "Do.. do you have a car?" He asked, in which M/n nods. "Yeah, Ill take you. Just let me stop the flow." He says as he quickly got a bandage wrapped around the wound. M/n tried his best to wrap the bandage but he was also trying not to stare at this mans abs and chest, he was handsome as hell.

But he also notices a tattoo near his hip, it was some kind of symbol that had an A and Z overlapping. He didn't put too much thought into it as he would finish wrapping the bandage.

"Alright, its the best I can do for now. Now lets get you to my car." M/n says as he puts the mans jacket back on around his shoulders, then helping him up. They quickly made way to the garage that was attach to the building, luckily, M/n's small car was on the first floor. M/n then puts the man in the back of his car, then quickly making his way to his driver seat.

The car started and they were off to the hospital.

"Stay awake man!"

The drive back from the hospital was.. weird. He didn't bring the man with as of course he had to go in for surgery. Hell M/n didn't get his name. What a shame. Well, at least M/n was being a good Samaritan by bringing a man in that got shot by some crooks. Though he doesn't know the full story.

Once M/n got back home, he enters his apartment after returning to finishing up closing up shop. He realizes he left his phone on the desk in the employee room, he didn't bring it with and he notices it was blowing up with notifications from his group chat with his friends. M/n would grab his phone and started to read through the messages. Most of it was Jongseob freaking out over breaking news, then Jiung saying him and Shota almost got caught up in it as they've just cycled by that building, and Keeho was pretty much asking for M/n to return any text, which the rest joined in.

M/n quickly typed a reply back.

[M/n] [Dude, you're not gonna believe what just happen]

[Keeho🐺] [Dude where the hell have you been???? Its been an hour and you haven't return any text] [Did you have any problems with getting your meds in???]

[Soul👽] [o(╥﹏╥)o]

[Jiung🐿️] [you locked me out and i couldnt clock out, is everything alright??]

[M/n] [Yeah everything is fine I just had to take a guy to the hospital]

[Intak🐶] [WAIT WHAT?]

[Jiung🐿️] [WYM HOSPITAL???]

[M/n] [Can I like explain???]

[Jiung🐿️] [o yeah] [go ahead]

[M/n] [When I took out the trash there was a dude bleeding out right near it and I had to take him to the hospital, some weird people were looking for him but I didn't expose him.]

[Jongseob🐯] [dude could you have saved a gang member from that explosion??]

[M/n] [????] [huh???]

[Theo☀️] [You haven't heard the breaking news???]

[M/n] [No???]

[Keeho🐺] [Right before we were about to close some bomb went off in the business district, they said its gang related] [ attached link ]

M/n was dumbfounded, well, he did have the TV off in the cafe at the time so he wouldn't have known. He then clicks on the link to read the news article.

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BREAKING NEWS

At 6:32pm, a explosion went off within the lobby of NOVA Inc., a well known bank business. Witnesses say after the explosion a bunch of men ran out in different directions wearing all black, then were soon chased by other men. Witnesses also say that there was a shootout between the two groups. Police are still investigating the scene and are positive that this attack was caused by gang related activates. No arrest have been made but a dozen innocent civilians were sent to the hospital, no deaths have been reported. This story is still being updated.

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Holy shit.

Did M/n just save one of the men that ran from that attack?

No fucking way.

M/n returns to the group chat.

[M/n] [Dude I think I just saved a gang member from being shot from other members]

[Keeho🐺] [HUH??]

[Intak🐶] [no fucking way you sure???]

[M/n] [I'm pretty positive, when I was patching up his wounds he had some sort of tattoo]

[Jongseob🐯] [Wait what was it?] [Like what was it shaped like??]

[Soul👽] [(⊙_◎)]

[M/n] [It was like] [An A and Z overlapping each other??]

[Jongseob🐯] [dude no way] [i have no clue who these guys are!!]

[M/n] [Then why tf did you ask?]

[Jongseob🐯] [i dunno]

[M/n] [lol ok sick man]

[Jongseob🐯] [ITS NOT MY FAULT I CAUGHT A COLD]

[M/n] [lol ok] [anyway I don't know if this guy was apart of a gang, I guess I gotta wait and see tomorrow or something]

[Keeho🐺] [Fair point] [Hey don't forget your meds dude!!]

[Theo☀️] [You beat me to it] [fuck you]

[Keeho🐺] [Sis please]

M/n then sets his phone down and turns it on silent mode, he knows these two are gonna argue over stupid shit again so he rather not deal with it. Anyway, M/n then starts to get ready for bed.

Not realizing what kind of rabbit hole he got himself into.

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I hope you enjoyed this! I am open for critique and suggestions to improve!

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

“You Heard Me.”

A/N: I just got up to the part where Carl got lost his eye, and when I heard him say, “You heard me,” to Rick, I felt like it should have been put into a little story. Here she is!

Pairing: Carl Grimes x Black!Reader

“Hey! Get back ‘ere!”

“Oh shit..” I turned to see Carl, booking it in my direction, I barely had had enough time to react and turn my heel to run away, but luck just so happened to be on my side that day.

I sprinted last second as I could feel Carl reaching for the back of my shirt. But I picked up speed and managed to get away from him, just in time.

“Get over ‘ere, you little shit!”

I gasped, putting a hand over where my heart is. “Language!” You could practically hear his eye roll, as I let out a laugh as he started slowing down.

“Can’t keep up? Why is that, Mr. Grimes?” I said, turned around walking backwards, so I was on the opposite end of the couch in the living area making sure, not to trip.

“Getting tired?”

He coughed into his elbow, putting his hands on the arm of the couch, devilish grin on his face. “Never.” He stares into my dark colored eyes, he pretends to go one way, fakes me out, then runs at me. Face showed nothing but pure determination.

“Hey, (Y/N)?”

I stop outta nowhere and turned, to see who had called my name. Forgetting about Carl for one split yet crucial second, but he clearly didn’t, as he tackled me onto the couch, knocking the wind outta me. Hitting the back of my head on the arm of the couch, a little to hard, causing me to wince.

“Ow, fuck.” I bring my hand to the back of my head, trying to soothe the growing pain in my head. “You jerk.”

He smirks, putting each hand on each side of my head, boxing me in. He lifts his head up to give his partner-in-crime, a quick ‘thanks,’ and taking something out of his flannels pocket and tossing it in there direction.

And I’m quick to see who it is.

“Really, Michonne? You’re a traitor.” She laughs, eating a candy bar, that Carl had just given her, as a form of bribery, walking out of the house. “And you?” I said, pointing at Carl. “A cheater and a briber.”

“Briber? Maybe.” I roll my eyes at him. “But cheater? I believe, I won that fair and square.” I scoff, look at him as if he isn’t being serious. “That wasn’t in the rules.”

“The rules? The rules that haven’t existed up until now?” He continued to look down and smirk at me. I let out a fake chuckle, and raise my hand up to give him a not-so-nice hand gesture.

He props himself up with one arm, gently grabbing my hand, like I made of glass, and he didn’t want to break me. He moves if ever so slowly to his lips, then planted a kiss on my dry, almost cracked knuckles.

“What was that for?” I ask and he simply shrugs, backing up, sitting up straight, as I prop myself up. “Just wanted to. There gotta be a reason, to kiss your hand and be this gentle with you?”

“Yes, actually. Cause this always means you want something, now spill it.”

“Well, since I won,”

“Allegedly!”

“Clear as day, I think I deserve a reward, for my hard work and effort.” He states and I look at him as if he isn’t serious. “A reward?” I ask, and he nods with a little hum.

“Sorry. I don’t give ‘rewards,’ to dirty cops.” I said flicking his Dad’s sheriff’s hat, messing up his hair in the process as I rise up and off the couch.

He stands up and grabs my hand, turning me to face him. “No, no, no. You are not going anywhere.” He says, trapping me in place, by putting his hands around my waist, and I put my hands against his. “Not until, you pay up.” I lean my head back and grown audibly. “Hey! If you get to make up rules on the spot, then so do I.”

“Fine. What is it that you want?” He grins, mischievously, pretending to think as if he didn’t already know what he wanted from me, before speaking. He leans in closer to my face, before moving his head so his mouth with closer to my right cheek.

“What I want from you is-”

“(Y/N), are you in ‘ere?” I hear Maggie say as she knocked on the front door of Carls house.

‘Saved by the damn bell.’

“Sorry, but I have to take this.” I said, shimmying out of Carl’ grip on my waist to answer to door.

“Wait! Where are going-”

“I gotta help Maggie with something!” I grab my coat off the rack, putting it on swiftly.

“(Y/N)! Get back- This isn’t over!”

“I’m sorry, what was that? I can’t seem to hear you!”

“You heard me!”

“No, I can’t. Love you! Bye!” I leave and shut the door on him, and look at Maggie breathing heavily, before walking down the porch. She looks at me confused, before holding out her clipboard in front of me to stop me from moving.

“What just happened in there?”

I take about a minute or two before coming up with an excuse, even though it really wasn’t one.

“Just a little bet, is all.”

[peemanne]

I adore the first Matsugane Family fight. Judgment's first chapter was pretty sick, sure, (Murase 2 might honestly be the strongest first chapter boss RGG's made) but chapter 2 ending on this fight made me realize this game would be on another level. It might honestly just crack my top 10 fights in the entire series. No, I'm not exaggerating. It's a small fight in the grand scheme of things, but this little back-alley brawl did EVERYTHING right for me. Allow me to just gush about it a little.

I'd say spoiler warning for this write up, but this happens in like, Chapter 2. Yet again I didn't see it coming and now I think it's the coolest thing ever, so... uh, throwing it out there.

A big part of what makes this fights for me is the set up for it. JE'S chapter one is pretty lonngggggg and 2 understandably dials it back a little. You do some investigation, meet up with Ayabe for the first time, and pay a visit to Matsugane. He gives you a warning, sends you off, and now you gotta hit Cafe Alps for a little talk with Hamura. I wasn't expecting much at this point. Maybe some exposition, almost definitely some jobber fight at the end of it, and not much else. Yagami sits down, and Hamura comes out from the backdoor behind him. They exchange a few words... then Hamura does this.

He pulls a little lighter trick. Ominous music creeps its way in, and the customers in the cafe all start leaving. My heart sinks.

Hamura's such a big highlight of Judgment's story, and he absolutely makes this chapter so special. The first chapter has him act condescending towards Tak, and when you have to help defend him, you get some perspective on just how much of a slime he is. Then here he is in this chapter, and with this one move, makes sure that his presence is KNOWN. You've seen him firsthand, you've heard about him from interrogating his subordinates, but in this scene, it kicked in just how much of a menace he really is. Yagami's just barely dipped his toes in the conspiracy of the Mole, and already he's found himself in a situation like this. It builds the tension so perfectly. Then you start remembering what happened the last time Hamura had people leave somewhere en masse, and you start worrying for Tak. And doing it all with just a little flick of his lighter is such a raw way to do it.

Then in come his goons, of course. Not too many of them, all things considered. You gotta remember that the Matsugane's pretty low on the Tojo ladder. Hamura just puts on a smug grin on his face, and crosses his legs.

But guys like him aren't the type to fight fair.

Ozaki comes out from the backdoor again, and effortlessly gets Tak down in a chokehold. He struggles and he struggles, but he can't get out of it. You can't help but legitimately fear for Yagami's life here: he's not some 100-man crushing, entire clan fighting legend. He's playing around a conspiracy bigger than he could ever imagine.

Hamura dances around Yagami, taunting him, talking about his past, smoke from his cigarette still lingering around the cafe. He starts stomping on his stomach, and I just wince every time as he does so, Hamura still nonchalant as he does it. He finally orders him to stop, and you think it's done. You think you get a little breather. Then Ozaki just flings him across the damn room. And Kengo just comes marching forward to continue beating him down. And so do the rest. This is starting to look all too familiar. Yagami gets punched down to the back alley, coughing blood as he tries to get the hell out of there. He walks for a bit, just to finally collapse, his assailants still tailing behind. Hamura lifts his hand, revealing an icepick to the camera.

Oh, god.

Of course he's still not taking this seriously. He's really doing all of this again, down to the eye-scare. But that's just the window Yagami needs out. He manages slaps Hamura away, and can only limp slowly back towards the wall. Hamura's goons start contesting, coming forward with shouts and jeers, itching to go. Hamura himself gets back up, and gives the order to finally kill Tak. The men behind him just shout in agreement. They all start to surround him, Yagami's back still firmly against the wall.

After all that, Yagami just gets back up on his feet, still struggling to do so. Kengo just lets out a "Huh?" as Yagami wipes the blood from his lips (also hey look it's the cover art!! yknow just felt the need to point that out). Fearlessly, he looks forwards with a determined look on his face, and shouts out...

Yagami's found himself in a conspiracy bigger than he can imagine... and that's exactly why he needs to stand up and fight back.

It's a pretty simple dynamic intro, sure, but I still think it's AMAZING. They're obviously still underestimating him, Kengo shooing everyone else away to watch as he faces Yagami down with a hell of a grin on his face. It's a small thing, but I really like how Yagami can only block Kengo's hits without any real big retaliation of his own. Make no mistake: he's still on the back foot here, as he slowly adjusts to his fighting stance. Plus it does that thing where it always syncs perfectly to the OST, come on. Speaking of the OST, Hyenas Wheezing embodies the underdog energy of this encounter so amazingly well. And yknow, it's just a banger in general. I know they use it again but this it just fits this fight so astronomically better that I'm just gonna pretend they use My Own Style there or something.

Another small thing but Hamura just sits back and watches the entire time. It sets up his character role perfectly: he's less of a fighter and more of a plotter, making others get their hands dirty for him. As for the fight itself, Kengo uses Katsuya's moveset from Y5 with an axe kick flourish that I think might be unique to him. He's no pushover, but if you're like me and did a bunch of side cases to get XP before this, this 1v1 becomes a perfect place to practice and showcase all the intricacies of Yagami's moveset. And by that, I mean I got to use Flux Fissure on this guy. Very gratifying.

After you kick Kengo down, he struggles on the floor, exchanges a look with Ozaki as he marches forward with another hell of a grin on his face, and he just stands smugly in front of you, goons now accompanying the fight. Ozaki actually uses a unique moveset here, which I found to be pretty surprising, because knowing JE they would have 100% used Kanai's again. Anyways, it really gets the blood pumping as he marches in, as you realize you get to get some payback on the guy who got you down first. And it should speak to the atmosphere of this fight that it managed to make THIS qte actually feel somewhat threatening.

This fight also started the long standing tradition of Yagami continuing to wail on whoever he's fighting after the fight itself, and considering the context, it just makes it all the more satisfying taking this monster down. You see the same goons that've tormented you gasp for air, and you think you've done it. You think it's over. But it's never that easy, is it?

Kengo's shaking. He's scared. He's barely managing to keep that gun in his hands. Hamura's still got that stuck-up grin running across his face. This is where he works best, and he knows it. Knowing another certain scene with Hamura and a guy shaking with a gun in his hand, the sight of this becomes even more harrowing. Kengo lets out a cry, and then holy poop fart nut sugiura judge eyes judgment jumpscare

The chase that happens after this fight is a well-needed breather for Yagami. Faster Than Lightning starts playing, the theme telling you that he's almost out of there, but he's still gonna have to fight for it. Sugiura leads the way as you muster up all the strength you've got left to escape the Matsugane's clutches.

Plus, yknow. It's just really cool. Sometimes, at the end of the day, that's all something really needs to be.

The Matsugane Family in general is just one of my favorite parts about Judgment. It's amazing how it's this small, no-name family manages to be the most threatening Tojo's felt in awhile. And this fight is big part of that. Everyone wins here: the stakes and tension of the conspiracy are set up well, the Matsugane and ESPECIALLY Hamura have amazing presence that would be built on amazingly, Sugiura makes a surprise appearance and saves the day, and Yagami gets to kick some ass his own style. I love this fight so much. It’s stuff like these that makes JE my favorite RGG game yet. Some just see it as a simple jobber group fight, but I’m sure I’m gonna remember this little back-alley brawl for a LONG time.