#There's a part of me that wants to save up cash while I'm working here in order to get a plan together to move elsewhere again

[skipperling]

Brought up the fact that we weren't informed about the sudden schedule change at work and she was like "you should've known that already .. we had a meeting awhile ago .. you all got Easter off but ..? Nothing's changed" when NO ONE knew about it and I had to tell the team I noticed it. Like ....

BUT we did end up having a meeting and got divided on A and B teams for working the 2 weeks in a row, 1 day given off

Good that it's GIVEN because they would take away given days if you decided to take off a day that week that wasn't the 14th day you worked, resetting your "days worked in a row" count. so that's. Something.

[1-800-kami]

R U MINE? feat. gojo satoru

gojo satoru has got to be the picture definition of a stereotypical college frat boy. he’s cocky, loaded with his daddy’s money, and dangerously handsome. it seems like common sense to stay away from him since you’ll never get more than a one-night stand out of it. 

that’s why you choose to turn a blind eye once you’ve come to the horrific realization: you’re in love with him. and you’re just itching to ask…

“are you mine tomorrow? or just mine tonight?”

IMPORTANT: part two is out! read here :)

content: 8k words, afab!reader, angst! fluff! heartbreak! n everything in between! implied smut, rich college frat boy gojo and hellcat driver geto 🤑, emotional rollercoaster, reader has a toxic ex, trust issues (?) gojo is absolutely insufferable, misunderstandings, use of words hoe, slut, etc., mutual pining, some jjk character cameos (wink wink) me writing very unfunny dialogue, no bc wtf is this, cheating implications, emo gojo (the worst warning of them all)

author's note: hello hello! my name is kami, i've been reblogging fics on tumblr for a while now but i've recently figured out how to work this hellsite, so i'm going to start posting fics that i write! thank you to those who enjoyed my nanami drabble <3 kisses 4 u all.

this fic IS split into two parts and there is smut in the second part. so just. prepare yourselves for that ig.

reblog and interact for a kiss ;)

“so… let me get this straight.”

“go ahead.”

shoko takes a deep breath, and you just somehow know that she’s pinching her nose in exasperation right now. “utahime dragged you out to a party in hopes that you would hit it off with somebody. you wander off on your own and later, she sees you and gojo–THE gojo satoru–giving you his number?!”

“uh, yeah. that’s exactly what happened.”

“do you even understand what you’re getting yourself into?! that man bags hoes like they’re pokemon!” you readjust the phone against your ear and sigh at shoko’s comment. 

“okay, first of all, never say that again. second, i rejected all of his advances. i didn’t even save his number.” you stare at the crinkled-up note in your hands, which proudly displays his number and a slick call me if you change your mind ;). you wonder if you could sell this paper to his fangirls–you’d surely make a little bit of cash out of it. “i’ve seen gojo around. i know that i shouldn’t mess with him. plus, he was drunk as hell at the party; i doubt he even remembers my name. to him, i’m just some chick that he’s frustrated at because she didn’t want to fuck him the second she saw him.”

“do you… do you share any classes with him?”

“i don’t think i do.. just, don’t worry about it, okay? i’ll throw away his number and we can put all of this behind us. here, i’ll do it right now.” you rip up the paper into a few pieces before tossing it in the garbage can. hopefully, you did it loud enough that shoko heard it through the phone. “i get that you’re worried for me. and i appreciate that, but i can handle myself.”

“just… no more mention of gojo anymore, okay? you’re right, y/n. let’s just put this all behind us.” shoko sighs, and you smile at that. problem solved. you threw away his number, and he’s most likely moved on to the next girl by now, so that was that. now, you just have to forget about satoru gojo.

all to never let yourself get hurt ever again.

it’s hard to forget about gojo.

not because of those dangerous blue eyes of his–getting anyone lost in them if they stare for too long. not because of his stupid silvery white hair, which makes him look like a mop, and sometimes like a paintbrush. not that stupid cocky grin of his, either…

...but because you’ve recently found out that he sits next to you for physics.

the revelation was truly disheartening. you thought you could avoid him for the rest of the year because as far as you knew, you shared no classes with him. however, you completely forgot about the fact that gojo never attends class in the first place, and you don’t even know what classes he’s in… because he’s never there. so finding out that the seat next to you in physics wasn’t just an empty seat, and it was gojo’s assigned one, was truly an experience.

“gojo.” the name alone makes your heart stop, and you drop your pen to look at the man your teacher was addressing. “finally choosing to attend class for once?”

speak of the devil.

there he was, in all his glory–the man you’d never thought you had to deal with ever again. the man who tried to butter you up with his corny sweet talk so that you would go home with him for the night. the man who persisted with talking to you, even though you were barely interested. the man, who, at the end of the night, insisted on writing down his number for you in case you changed your mind about him and gave him a chance.

you wanted to shrink into your seat and never resurface. 

“good morning, yaga!” he says rather loudly, with no regard to honorifics at all. a few giggles could be heard across the classroom–though geto suguru’s voice was prominent–satoru’s equally as infamous bestfriend. “and yeah! it’s surprising, isn’t it?”

what’s also surprising is how gojo took a seat next to you. you thought that there was a mistake, that your teacher would scold him for sitting somewhere he isn’t supposed to sit and relocate him elsewhere. however, yaga just grumbles and begins the lesson, leaving you helpless and unable to look at the man next to you.

you swear he’s burning holes at the back of your head.

pleasdon’tremembermeisweartogodpleasedon’trememberme-

“you’re that girl from the party, right?” he whispers, and you’ve never wanted to disappear so badly in your life. you slowly nod your head, turning to look at him, and he pouts. “y/n l/n. you never saved my number. hmph, i was looking forward to a text from you, too.”

“i’m surprised you even remember me, 'cause you were fucking wasted that night.” you twiddle your pencil, averting your gaze from the man. “and i never saved your number cause i threw the paper in the trash. it’s probably at a landfill somewhere, y’know.”

your words catch him off guard, and you laugh at how surprised satoru looks. it seems that’s definitely not an emotion he shows often. despite his initial reaction, satoru swears he could feel butterflies with the way your laugh sounds.

“not a common problem for a womanizer, huh?”

“what did you just call me?!-”

“y/n and gojo, do either of you have something to share with the class?” a dark blush of embarrassment covers your face, and somewhere in the back, you could hear geto snickering. gojo just smirks at yaga, seeming completely uanffected. “then i’d suggest you stay quiet the rest of this lesson. don’t make me separate you two.”

“i’d prefer that, actually…” gojo huffs at your comment, thinking of this as a lost opportunity if the two of you get separated. he does a once over at your appearance. you’re cute, but definitely not the party kind. you’re playing hard to get, and gojo finds it adorable–not a lot of girls go that way with him. however, gojo thinks you’re not just like any girl. there’s something different about you that intrigues him.

“did no one ever tell you that it’s rude to stare?”

“how could i not? you’re so cute.” 

“i thought you already learned from the party, gojo. i’m not interested in you.” 

the light blush coating your cheeks says otherwise. he smiles cheekily at the way you tried to hide your reaction to his words. you’re an enigma to gojo… and he’s drawn to you like a moth to a flame. he thinks he’s made his decision.

he’s gonna do whatever’s possible to get your number.

when the bell rings 30 minutes later, you shove your notebook into your bag, eager to finally leave the class that you had with that stupid paintbrush. that is, until he stops you with a question. “what class do you have next?”

he’s relentless. “why do you care?”

“i want to walk you to your next class,” he says, and smirks before saying his next words. “it doesn’t really matter if you tell me or not. i’ll just follow you anyways.”

you sigh, absolutely exasperated with him. he’s like a fly who keeps invading your personal space—always coming back no matter how many times you swat it away. he’s right, though. damn him for being stubborn. “i actually have this period free.”

“oh, sweet!” he chirps, walking with you out the door, making sure to greet geto before he leaves the classroom. “let’s go to the courtyard. i’ll buy you a drink from the vending machine-“

“i was gonna do that regardless if you were here or not.” you give him a look, and you can’t help but tug on your sleeves when you see people whisper to each other as you walk the halls with gojo. of course you’ve heard the rumors. the man next to you is the most popular guy on campus. girls glare daggers at you and the guys call his name, although he barely even acknowledges them. 

some common things that you’ve heard about gojo around the school are: “i heard he only talks to girls for sex,” “apparently his best friend geto is just as much of a player!” “i mean, who wouldn’t fuck a guy like gojo, though? he’s hot and loaded.” “that’s how he reels you in, though. he gets his hand in your pants and never calls you back again.” you know you should stay away from him, it’s common sense, but it’s hard to stay away from him when he’s the one who glues himself to your side. 

“well, now you’ll get a free drink and we’ll get to know each other! isn’t that great?” he smiles and you just grimace at his words. 

“i don’t need your money…”

“don’t care! can’t hear you!” he says, and you’ve seriously considered just making a run for it. at least you’ll lose him, and you’d finally be able to find peace for a bit. although, it would cause a scene, and gojo would probably end up finding you again somehow. 

“what can i do to get you to leave me alone?”

that piques his interest, even though he looks slightly hurt by your question. he thinks for a bit, and smirks. “i really do want to buy you something from the vending machine.. and i want you to spend your free period with me. i’ll leave you alone for the rest of the day if you do.”

“do you promise? like, actually?”

“mhm! pinky promise!” you feel like you’re talking to a prepubescent boy.

“then sure-“ you’re about to agree, but he cuts you off with one more condition.

“i also want your number.”

you feel like you’ve been cursed by a god, because having the most popular guy on campus be interested in you has got to be the most chaotic thing to ever happen in your life.

“what do you have me saved as?” 

the question comes from out of the blue, and you look up from the book you were completely absorbed in. you and satoru were at the school library, on a “study date” as he calls it, although it was more so just gojo inviting himself to wherever place you go, as per usual. this time, you have an exam to study for, and you explicitly told him not to bother you unless absolutely necessary.

you do have to say, though, he’s not annoying as you thought he was. he just nagged you way more the first day he sat next to you in physics so he could get your number. it’s been a few days since then, but still, you’d definitely be more efficient in your studies if you didn’t have him attached to your hip all the time.

“satoru, i told you not to bother me-“

“unless absolutely necessary. yeah, i heard you, and this question needs an absolutely necessary answer! contact names really say a lot about our relationship, y’know.”

“relationship? nobody ever said we were even friends-“

“don’t break my heart like that, babe. plus, you don’t call me gojo anymore! it’s satoru to you now,” his heart warms at that realization, and you scoff, especially at the pet name. “we are friends, unless you’d like to be something more...”

“if you say anything else i’m calling you by your government name. gojo satoru.” he looks especially wounded by that.

“ah! don’t do that, please. it feels like we’re a married couple and you’re really mad at me.” he cries and you can’t help but giggle at his words. you decide to entertain him a little bit, fishing through your pocket to find your phone. 

he almost passes out at what he sees on your screen.

“it’s just my number? you didn’t even save my contact?!-“

the shushes from your fellow students and the librarians aren’t even enough to calm gojo’s agony and despair. it also does nothing to stop your laughter, either.

from that day on, gojo’s contact was forcefully changed from his number to “satoru” (he initially added a heart, but you deleted it, much to his disappointment) and one of his many selfies from his stupid instagram account. how the hell can a college student even have thousands of followers?! you think. 

gojo just says that nobody can resist his shirtless post-workout selfies. you’re surprised that you didn’t slap him at his words.

you push him away.

everytime gojo buys your favorite drink, (it’s always on him, despite your genuine insistence in saying that you could pay for your drink just fine.) everytime he walks you to all of your classes each day, (he memorized your schedule just so he could do this) everytime he buys you your favorite foods on the rare instances that you let him take you out for lunch, (usually, this requires a lot of begging, and you mostly relent during class when you’re just exasperated and wanted to get some notes down.), and everytime he calls you by those stupid pet names of his, you think back to what the entire student body says about him, and you think back to your phone call with shoko, where she warns you to not associate with him so you don’t get hurt by anyone ever again, and you push him away.

you push him away even when you realize that if he just wanted you for sex, he would’ve stopped chasing after you when you didn’t text him after that night at the party.

and that thought alone scares you.

still, you’re not heartless. satoru’s been asking to take you out for a while, and you finally agreed to go today. he’s especially chipper about your agreement right now, walking with a slight pep in his step as he bit around his ice cream cone. 

the park boasts some beautiful scenery today, and little children are out and about. still, you underestimated the weather, and the cold uncomfortably nipped your arms as you internally cursed yourself out for wearing just a shirt. you crossed your arms as a subtle way to shield yourself from the cold.

“don’t play coy with me, y/n. are you cold?” satoru says with a cocky grin, and you huff at his question. surprisingly, he drops the teasing act and unzips his sweater, handing it to you. “here, take it.”

“satoru-“

“i’m not doing this to flirt or whatever you’re thinking right now. you’re shivering, and i’m just concerned for you, so please wear it.” he deadpans, and it’s the first time you’ve seen him be so… upfront? you kind of like it. it’s not him teasing you or him being flirty. it’s just him showing that he genuinely cares for you as a friend. you take the sweater with a nod and put it on, ignoring how your heart is thumping as you take in his signature smell. cedarwood with a little bit of musk. it’s not an overpowering scent, but it still envelopes your senses.

“nevermind. you look so cute with my hoodie on. i feel like we’re in a j-drama right now, y/n!”

you take back everything you just said.

a few minutes later, you two are near the kids playground when you decide to take a break from walking, sitting on a nearby bench with gojo. the chirping of the birds and the wind passing through the trees is quickly overpowered by loud crying. crying from the child right in front of you, in fact.

you’re about to ask him what’s wrong, but satoru beats you to it. he kneels in front of the kid, and coos, “hey, buddy. what’s your name, hm?”

he stops crying for a moment to look at gojo and shakily responds, “gumi-um, megumi fushiguro..” 

“megumi, huh.” he clicks his tongue for a moment. “why are you crying, megumi?”

“i-i don’t know where my dad is!” he cries, and satoru looks to you for help. you just shrug, unsure of what to do with the lost kid, until gojo’s face lights up, assumingly with a great idea.

“he’s most likely just around here somewhere. you can wait with us, and we’ll help you find him! say, do you want an ice cream to help you feel better, megumi?” the boy hesitantly nods, and satoru gives him a thumbs up as he takes him to the nearby ice cream stand. you’re watching this entire scene unfold, absolutely enamored with gojo for the first time. you didn’t think he had a natural talent with kids—but the way he’s making megumi laugh while he happily snacks on his ice cream says otherwise. an outsider could look at you three and assume that you’re just a happy family. 

you try to ignore how that makes you feel.

and as you wave goodbye to megumi once he eventually is reunited with his father again, (an intimidating man who gave you two an appreciative nod as he walked away with his son.) you realize something as you tug on the sleeves of your-satoru’s sweater. 

you’re in love with gojo satoru.

and fuck, that revelation scares you more than anything. the last time you had given your heart to a man, he had crushed it repeatedly until you decided that you would never let yourself be vulnerable like that ever again. 

and now, you're in love with your school’s notorious playboy—and it feels like you’re setting yourself up to be heartbroken again. you want disregard those rumors and shoko’s words so badly, but they still eat at the back of your mind even though the real gojo satoru is right in front of you, and he doesn’t match the characteristics of the gojo satoru in those rumors at all.

you also remember that he has one real best friend, geto suguru. you like to think that this is also what geto sees in gojo. the reason why he’s stuck around.

the reason why you want to stick around too.

you’re so busy in your head that you’ve just noticed gojo frantically waving his hand in your face. “earth to y/n? oh, good! i thought you had, like, a shock reaction from seeing megumi’s father. he looked a little scary, no?” 

“he looks like if a muscle came to life and started talking.” you whisper, and he laughs in agreement. burying your hands into the pockets of his hoodie, you smile. you don’t want to think about your current revelation with gojo right now. instead, you’ll stick with the present. and right now, you like the present.

you just don’t want to think about what this means for your future.

it’s the weekend, and you’re doing some work at the local cafe, gojo-free for once. only god knows what the man is doing at three pm in the afternoon on a saturday. not like you should be thinking about him right now, though. his presence alone has caused you to be behind on your studies, and you need to make sure you catch up.

you have to admit, you were a little unused to the silence. usually, the silence would be filled with gojo’s endless banter with you, as well as his terrible, corny jokes that are so stupid you can’t help but laugh. his seemingly never-ending presence was annoying at first, but now, you’re starting to yearn for his company.

it further fuels the pit of uncertainty in your stomach, and you hate it.

shaking your head with a sigh, you take another bite of your pastry and continue typing up the report on your laptop. the looming thought of this report’s impact on your grade and the need to pass this class helps you forget about satoru for a while. once again, you get lost in your academics.

the ring of the cafe bell breaks you from your trance. it was a natural impulse of yours to glance at everyone who entered the cafe, but once you did this time, you felt your heart drop down to your knees.

it was your ex. 

your ex boyfriend who destroyed the notion of love for you, because he made you feel it for a short time, only to throw it all into a pit of fire and leave you scrambling to find nothing but ashes. 

if you had to find the true roots as to why you’re so afraid to pursue a new relationship–you always find your ex in the center of it. and now, he’s right in front of you. you have to face him again when you refuse to shamefully admit that you’ve barely even healed from the emotional scars that he’d left behind. 

you feel as if an invisible hand has wrapped itself around your throat, blocking your airways and your ability to speak.

out of all the days satoru wasn’t here with you, it had to be this one.

“y/n? is that you, sweetheart?” you wanted to vomit at the way he said your name. he had no right to say it so sweetly, when all he’s ever left behind is venom. 

“i don’t want to talk to you.” you cringe at the way your voice cracks, and you avert your gaze from him.

“please, just hear me out for a minute, baby..” he coos, and you hate the way he talks to you as if you were a child. “i know i fucked up, and i can’t change our past… but i can change our future together. if you take me back, i’ll show you how much i’ve changed-”

you don’t know how many times you’ve heard that stupid line before.

“god, you sound like a broken record with how many times you’ve pulled that bullshit on me.” you spat, loud enough to draw commotion in the cafe. your ex has surprise written all over his face–most likely due to your non-compliance to his words. “what, do you say that shit to all your hoes?”

your ex looks around, shrinking a little when he sees all eyes are on him. “now, now, y/n, no need to be like that-”

“be like that… be like that?! you’re telling me to be civil when you’re the one coming in here wanting me back, spouting some bullshit saying that you’ve changed, when i told you to leave me alone already!” you scream, and you could feel the tears bubble up in your eyes. you look down, so you aren’t able to see how everyone’s staring at you with pity. god, you hate pity. it makes you feel weak and vulnerable. the two emotions you absolutely loathe. “i just want you to leave me alone, god. i hate you, why won’t you just-”

“you fucking bitch-” he makes a move to lunge at you, and you instinctively take a step back, pure fear enveloping your senses.

you never feel the impact, though, as you see your ex being restrained by the cafe worker.

you remember him. the man who took your order earlier. he was an older man with a warm smile on his face, although you noticed how his cheekbones were slightly sunken, and he looked a little overworked. you jokingly quipped earlier that he should get some sleep before thanking him for making your order. he just replied, i get that quite a lot.

the size difference between your ex and the man is enough to discourage him from fighting back. he makes quick work your ex, dragging him out the door while he hysterically screams profanities to you on the way out. you assumed the worker threatened to call the police, because your ex scrambled up from the ground and ran away. you hoped this was the last time you would ever see him again.

“are you okay, ma’am? he didn’t hurt you, did he?”

you didn’t even realize that the worker was back inside the cafe. everyone was gradually returning to their own businesses, with the eerie silence being replaced by casual chatter once more. you also didn’t realize how much your hands were shaking, and you huff out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “y-yeah, i’m alright, and he didn’t hit me. i just… need a minute,”

you decide that you aren’t gonna get anymore work done like this, so you pack your laptop into your bag and slump onto the seat with a sigh. you bury your face into your hands. “is it a long story?”

“oh, don’t even get me started.”

he laughs at that, and you ease up a little. “i told him i’d call the police if i ever see him around here again.”

“that’s good to hear. though i’d prefer if i never see him in my life ever again.”

he hums at your words, and he turns to look out the window. “it’s getting dark out. do you want me to call you a cab?”

“no need, i’ll call my boyf–my friend. i’ll call my friend. he’ll uh, pick me up.” you’re still so shaken up you barely even register what you said to him. your eyes are frantic as you turn your phone on and look for gojo’s name in your contacts. you don’t know why you want him to pick you up out of everybody. you could ask utahime or shoko right now, but you just wanted nothing more but to see gojo.

the bell rings again, and you flinch at the sound. thankfully, it was just another customer. the worker sighs. “well, these orders aren’t going to be done themselves. just wave me over if there are any other problems, okay?” 

you nod absentmindedly, and he turns to leave, but you stop him. “wait, sir, what’s your name?”

“kento nanami.”

“thank you so much, nanami. i appreciate it.” 

“i’m just doing my job.”

“your job is restraining crazy exes of college girls and kicking them out?”

“‘it comes with the job description.” he teases, and you laugh lightheartedly. “and your name is?”

“y/n l/n.”

“anytime, miss l/n. again, just please… call me over if anything happens.”

“will do…” you say, pressing the “call” button on gojo’s contact. the anxiety is hitting you again, and you take a shaky inhale. you’re surprised at how he picks up almost instantly. “hey… satoru? yeah, can you come pick me up, please? i know i don’t normally ask you to do something like this but-”

“did something happen?”

“a lot happened, actually… i’ll text you the address. please, just come soon.”

“of course, y/n.” you could already hear him running out the door, hearing the roar of his car engine coming to life. “i’ll be there as soon as possible.”

he gets to the cafe in five.

you wave goodbye to nanami, thanking him once more as you get in the passenger seat of gojo’s car. 

it’s not your first time inside here, but you still can’t help but admire how… expensive everything looks. or maybe you’re just looking around because you’re stalling, and you have no idea where to begin with satoru. 

however, you notice that he’s not asking you what happened, and he’s not forcing you to explain anything to him. instead, he switches the gear shift out of parking and says, “do you want me to take you home?”

your eyes widen at his words, and you shake your head no profusely. the last thing you want to be is home alone right now, mainly because your ex knows where you live. you know he most likely won’t go that far with you, especially since nanami knocked some sense into him… but the possibilities still scare you. you take a deep breath before saying your next words.

“...can you take me to your house? i-i’m sorry for asking, i just don’t want to be alone right now cause i’m terrified and-” 

“y-yeah. i’ll take you to my house.” he says, and you’ve never seen him so nervous in your life. it almost makes you laugh.

“i’ll explain everything later. i just… wanna be somewhere safe first.” somewhere safe. you find his house as a safe place. gojo doesn’t know how to react. his heart is thumping wildly out of his chest, but he makes sure to put your own comfort before his feelings.

“you don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to.” he says, maintaining his cool by keeping his eyes on the road, one hand on the wheel and the other on the gear shift.

“but i want to, satoru…” you say. you can’t believe you’re doing this again. you’re crossing so many territories that you were so afraid to cross because of your ex. now, you think you aren’t that afraid anymore. not if you have satoru by your side. 

you place one of your cold hands on the gear stick, interlocking it with his. is he… shaking? “thank you for this.”

still. there are so many things you can’t say to him yet. you don’t know when you’ll be able to… or if you’ll ever be able to.

i love you. i love you but i’m too afraid to say it. i just hope that you’ll be able to wait for me.

“god, you’re killin’ me here, y/n.” 

that pit of uncertainty in your stomach has grown so large you feel it's about to consume you whole. you don’t think you mind much, though.

the two of you are lounging at his couch after satoru insisted on telling you to make yourself at home. there’s a movie playing, with neither of you paying attention at all, takeout on the coffee table, two glasses and a bottle of wine after gojo didn’t know what drinks to serve, and freaked out by pulling the first expensive drink out from his parents’ alcohol closet. has he never properly invited someone to his home before?

“so in short, you had a crazy ex who saw you at the coffee shop… and he was begging for you to take him back, and when you went off on him he called you a bitch and tried to hit you…” he recalls, a huge grimace on his face. “tch. the cafe worker shouldn’t have let him go like that.”

“i’m sure he learned not to mess with me after getting humiliated in public.. and nanami did more than enough for me.” you retorted, and he gave you a sour look. 

“oh, so you know the worker’s name now?” he says, and you could feel the tension build up in the air. oh. so he wants to do this with you? “what, is he your knight in shining armor?”

“he looks like he’s in his late thirties, satoru. i’m not into older guys,” you roll your eyes at his absurd questions and add, “what’s it to you anyway?”

“what’s it to me, y/n?” he repeats your words, and you could feel an argument coming, like you already didn’t have an exhaustive one with your ex. “you know how i feel about you-“

“what the fuck is that supposed to mean?” your voice is getting louder, all to hide your fear behind the implication of his words. you distance yourself from him on the couch.. much like how you distance yourself from letting satoru get too close to how you truly feel. “we’re not even together, satoru. you don’t get to control the guys that i talk to- hell, have you even seen yourself?”

you’re rambling, and all you want to do is shut up, but you can’t bring yourself to. “i’ve heard what our school says about you. y-you’re a playboy, right? and you only ever talk to girls because you wanna fuck them. i’m not stupid, satoru. i’m not different from any of them, right? you only chase after me because i’m playing hard to get and that pisses you off-“

“what… what are you even saying, y/n?” he asks, and it stops your rambling for a moment. you don’t know what you’re saying. you’re pouring out all the reasons why you’ve tried to push him away, the reasons why you were so afraid to give your heart to him. but now that you say them out loud, they sound outright stupid. 

“i started coming to class just to talk to you, i memorized your schedule just so i can walk you to class every morning. i buy you all your favorite food and drinks… i had to memorize your favorites too, by the way. and i have shit memory.” he’s screaming at this point, and you’ve never had satoru scream at you. there are unshed tears in his eyes, and it’s all overwhelming to watch this unfold. “and when you called me, i drove as fast as i could to you because you never call like that and i was fuckin’ worried!”

“so let me ask you a question, y/n… would i do all these things for you just because i want you in my bed?! i’d do anything for you, and you know that!” he’s crying. the gojo satoru is crying, and it’s all for a girl. if you told this to someone in your school, they’d call you a shit-faced liar. gojo satoru doesn’t cry for a girl. he makes them cry.

“i’m sorry for being skeptical, satoru! i just can’t help it when there’s so many rumors about you wanting to fuck girls just for the shit of it – and i’m conflicted on whether or not i should believe them because i want you so bad and i’m scared you’ll end up just breaking my heart and i don’t want that to happen again-”

he cuts you off. “you… what?”

you’re confused at why he looks so surprised, but then you backtrack on your words and you gasp. fuck. why did i say that? you cover your mouth and look away from him, refusing to meet his eyes.

those stupid blue eyes that you know you can’t get enough of.

“y/n… can you please say that again? i don’t want to do anything if i didn’t hear you right.” his voice is soft now, and you swear that you’re dreaming. this isn’t real. right? i’m gonna wake up soon. you dig your nails into the palms of your hands, leaving half-moon marks in their wake. it doesn’t work, and you don’t wake up, and you know you have to accept the fact that this is very real and it’s happening.

this is the worst leap of faith you think you’ve ever had to take in your life.

“i want you so fucking bad, satoru. and i’m realizing that you’re not just the stereotypical rich playboy that everyone talks about on campus—you’re a really great guy, and i guess i’m just scared to face that-” you don’t even realize that satoru’s got you cornered on the couch, and you can’t finish your words as he slots his lips against yours. hard. it’s the most passionate kiss you think you’ve ever had in your life, and it’s got your breath taken away in seconds. holy shit.

you quietly moan against his lips as you kiss back, cupping his face with your hands and wiping his tears away. you wish this moment would last forever, but you pull away so you can breathe. you meet gojo’s eyes, and they’re clouded with lust and desire, but you could tell he’s still a little uncertain. “we’ll talk later… just take me to the bedroom already,”

gojo doesn’t need another confirmation from you, and he lifts you up to carry you to his bedroom, practically tripping on his feet the way there.

a few hours later and a noise complaint from the neighbors, it’s safe to say that gojo satoru was the best one you’ve ever had.

“god, i’m never letting you go, baby.”

he’s tracing hearts onto your bare back. it’s littered with bruises and red scratch marks just from a few minutes ago, but you’ve never felt better in your life. you stare at the man who invited himself into your life just from an encounter at a party, and you thank your lucky stars that you agreed to go with utahime that night. “is something wrong? you’re starin’ again.”

“i’m sorry it took me so long to trust you. i’ve just been scared to open up my heart again, especially after him.” you don’t have to name “him” for satoru to understand. 

“i’m sorry too. i just got angry about the rumors and i also disregarded the fact that you’re scared to love again after your ex did all of that shit and-” he pauses, and sighs. “sorry. i’m rambling again.” 

he pulls you into another kiss, and this time, it’s sweeter, lighter, and full of love. “i’m going to show you what it looks like to really be loved, because it’s definitely not the shitty picture that your ex painted in your head. there’s way more to it than that.”

“i love you, y/n.”

“thank you, toru.” you whisper. maybe, one day, you’ll be able to find the courage to say it back. and it’s okay, because gojo is willing to wait an eternity for you. 

he’ll wait an eternity for you to teach you how to love again.

“look at how beautiful you are…” gojo says, appearing out of nowhere as he wraps an arm around your waist. you yelp, staring at your boyfriend through the mirror. he’s wearing a classic black tuxedo, with no doubt it being very expensive. it compliments the glimmering rolex on his wrist, and the thoughts running through your head about him and his outfit sets fire to your stomach.

“look at yourself first, toru… god, we should just stay home,” you tease, turning around to pull him into a deep kiss. it’s a friday, and gojo’s taking you out to attend geto’s party tonight. the two of you are going for several reasons. he wants to introduce you to his bestfriend, since you realized that you’ve never actually formally met geto before. it’ll also be your first formal “couple appearance”, as if gojo being attached to your side all the time doesn’t say enough about the two of you already. 

gojo pulls away, which surprises you. you pout at the expression on his face. “as much as i want to, suguru’s been bugging about you all week. i really do think it’s time for you to meet him,”

“hmph. alright.” 

“i’m tearing that dress off of you the second we get home, though.”

“satoru!”

“what?! not my fault my girl looks so damn hot all the time!”

this night is going amazing.

when satoru walks with you through the front doors, arm wrapped around your waist and the dress you picked out for tonight glimmering, you feel a little shy. the guys all whistle at the two of you, and the girls whisper amongst each other, but you and gojo don’t care. in his eyes, you’re the only girl he sees. the only girl worth being with here. 

“wanna go get drinks?” he asks you, cerulean eyes showing underneath his sunglasses. you nod, walking to the kitchen with him. you’re getting severe deja vu… you can’t believe you met gojo at the last party you were at. and now you’re at another party, with gojo as your date. you scan the crowd for utahime or shoko, wondering what you would say to them if they saw you with the man they specifically told you not to mess with.

it’s alright, though. shoko was wrong about those rumors, and gojo’s proving it to you.

“satoru!” the playful voice greets your boyfriend, and you turn to see geto suguru. you’ve seen him around campus, and he sits somewhere in the back of your chem class. you haven’t really had the opportunity to talk to him, though… and he looks a little intimidating.

“you must be y/n,” he says, offering you a freshly opened smirnoff from the drinks on the countertop. you thank him and grab the drink, taking a swig.

“yup! my lovely girlfriend,” gojo lets go of his arm around your waist to grab a drink. 

“you probably don’t know this, but i’ve been his wingman.” he smiles at gojo, who’s pouting, like he’s preparing himself for what suguru is about to say. “he’s batshit crazy for you, its insane.”

“oh? do tell.”

“when the two of you got together, he left me a voicemail at like… four in the morning? anyway, he was screaming about how he was the happiest guy in the world… or something.”

“that’s because i was!” you’re laughing at how unashamed satoru is about this.

“yeah, yeah, whatever.” geto clicks his tongue, pulling out his phone. “and he’s reposted you on insta to like, every drake song-”

“alright, me and y/n are gonna go dance.” he interrupts suguru, and drags you away from his best friend with a yelp. “nice talkin’ to you, suguru!”

“hey, i wanted to know more!-”

“shh, you don’t need to know about all of that.” the two of you are in the living room, in the midst of all the bodies dancing and grinding against each other. he pulls you close to him, and you feel his hot breath against your neck. “you look so beautiful tonight, y/n.”

“same for you, handsome. let’s dance, shall we?” you wrap your arms around him and just sway to the beat. you’ve never been much of a dancer, but everything feels natural as long as gojo’s with you. 

suddenly, the music changes, and one dance starts playing. you two look at each other, and you both burst out laughing at the same time. “have you reposted me to this song?”

“duh. it’s a classic.”

“can’t disagree with that.” you say, finding yourself grinding against satoru while wizkid’s part plays in the background. it feels like such a perfect night–you’re pulling satoru into a deep kiss, and he shoves his tongue down your throat while he’s leading you to a nearby couch. you’re seated on his lap, mimicking practically every couple in this party tonight. 

suddenly, you pull away, and you whisper, “i need to use the bathroom.” 

satoru smirks at your words, thinking that it’s a hint for something else, and you give him a sour face. “want me to join you-”

you hit his chest playfully. “that’s not code for anything, you perv. i actually need to piss.” 

he’s pouting at your words, but he lets you off his lap anyway, and holds your drink for the time being. “it’s at the second door in the hall to your right. be quick, please.”

“no duh. i’ve got a cute date to come back to,” you say, walking away and traversing all of the bodies that smell like sweat and alcohol. you’re a little unused to this environment, but it’s alright. you fix up your makeup in the bathroom and freshen up a little, walking back to the living room to find satoru again. 

you wish you never did.

you were gone for four minutes. five minutes max. you come back to satoru, and your breath hitches at the sight.

on his lap was a random chick that looked like every other girl at this party. she was practically naked, since her outfit didn’t do much to cover her skin at all.

fuck.

you remember the first time you saw gojo at the last party you went to. the sight wasn’t that different compared to the one now. there were girls all over him, all fighting for his attention. and yet, it seemed that night, his attention was focused solely on you.

what bullshit that was.

your eyes are blurry, and the music is muffled in your ears. white noise fills your senses, and all you want to do right now is run.

so you do.

you run, not caring if gojo saw you at all or not. you run out of the party, eternally grateful that you didn’t pick out heels for tonight and settled for much simpler shoes. you run, despite the fact that you drew geto’s attention. you were already out the door before he could ask what was wrong. you run, just wanting to get away from everyone and everything. you run with no particular destination in mind. you stop running when you almost get run over on a red light, the car honking at you–screaming profanities as it drives by. it breaks you from your trance, and you sit on the curb of the sidewalk, letting all of your tears out on what was supposed to be a perfect night.

of course gojo didn’t think that you were different. you were just like every other girl to him.

stupid. stupid. stupid. you’ve never felt so stupid in your life.

when geto sees you running out the door with unshed tears in your eyes, he immediately panics. what the hell happened?

he goes through every room of the house, trying to find gojo, when he hears a bunch of commotion in the living room. he runs there, pushing past everyone, only to find a total disaster inside.

he sees gojo screaming at a girl dressed like a stripper, who was on the ground with tears in her eyes. satoru looks like he’s about to pop a blood vessel with how pissed he looks. there’s a crowd forming at this point, and geto knows he needs to intervene, so he drags his bestfriend away, who looks so distraught that geto could just wonder what the fuck happened.

they’re outside now, and its significantly a lot more quiet out here compared to all of the chaos inside. all the noise is coming from gojo—who won’t stop crying, and geto has no idea what to do or where to even begin. “fuck!”

“dude, what the fuck happened!?” satoru looks like he’s feeling every emotion at once. he looks pissed, pissed enough to punch a wall, and geto’s a little afraid that gojo might actually do that–or worst-case scenario, punch him. he’s crying, and geto hasn’t seen gojo cry ever since he fell off a swing in pre-k, so what happened must be really fucking serious.

“i don’t KNOW what happened, goddamnit! y/n went to use the bathroom and some slu- some girl came up to me and threw herself on my fucking lap! i was gonna tell her to fuck off but y/n saw before i was able to and now she’s gone and she probably thinks that i’m just some cheater when i’ve worked so hard to get her to trust me and-FUCK!”

he stops, trying to calm down a little, and gojo takes the shakiest breath he thinks he’s ever taken in his life. the red in his vision starts to fade, but he still feels helpless. “i just don’t know what to fucking do, suguru.” 

“i just saw y/n run out of my house a few minutes ago.” he says with a grimace, and he’s trying to figure out what to tell his bestfriend. “i’ve never seen you like this over a girl before. holy shit, you really love her, do you?”

geto thinks that gojo’s bloodshot eyes, the brutal names that he called that girl at the party, and the tears he’s shed for you are already an answer.

“this is your last chance to prove it to her, satoru.” geto fumbles through his pockets and hands him the keys to his challenger. gojo snatches them, hearing the car engine rumbling itself to life. the white-haired man thanks his best friend as he steps into the drivers’ side, with geto reassuring him, ‘ill deal with the chaos inside, you go ahead and explain yourself to your girlfriend’.

gojo swears that he’s never driven so fast in his whole life.

part 2 :)

[steviewashere]

Thinking about a Steddie meet-ugly where they're rival cafe shop owners on the same street. Like, Eddie was there first and then Steve came along and stole all the thunder. And so, every day, it's just them trying to one up the other with their special drink of the day, changing up their menu, rating each other poorly online—even if they've never tried each other's drinks before.

And then, for some true angst value here:

Steve's cafe is robbed. He had locked up, had the security systems put in place, put the cashbox somewhere it wouldn't be noticeable—he thought he took all the precautionary measures and yet it happened anyway. The cash he had been saving to renovate the cafe, some of his prepped dough, various knick-knacks, a few important smaller pieces of equipment he used to bake some of his goods. All of it—gone.

He ends up needing to close the cafe indefinitely. Isn't sure what to do, who to go to. This cafe was his dream, when he finally found it, this is all he wanted to do with his time—make the same food and drinks that he'd learned to fend for himself with and make these items find warmth and love and meaning. Steve knows he can't go to his parents, they already fielded so much money to him to help make this happen—eventually cutting him off and severing him from the family for not failing like they thought he would; he can't prove them right. Robin wouldn't be able to help him, she's an in debt fine arts teacher and won't be able to give him any sort of money to help replace anything. And so, Steve runs fresh out of options.

He closes. He lets Eddie watch with a satisfied smirk. And he goes home.

Over the weeks that follow—the cafe is closed completely. Lease done, up for sale. And Steve doesn't know what to do, so he just begins walking that same little shopping strip. Up and down when he has to fill his days. Say hi to the regulars he used to serve, let them complain at him—sometimes even berate him for being so careless and stupid with his security, as if he hadn't already felt like dirt.

One day, he leads himself right through Eddie's door. He's craving a hot coffee. Just needs something, he isn't sure what. Just a pick me up. He's short, but he's polite with Eddie when he orders, "A black coffee, no additives. And...and how about a...an apple danish, please?"

He retrieves his order, squares himself away in a corner booth by the window. He'd tipped what was left of his cash. This is the last, big thing he gets to do while in this part of town and then it's...god, he doesn't even know what. Quits, for sure. Time to just face the music, go home to his parents, let them knock him down, take on a retail job or something, send himself through college, and—no, even all that's too ambitious for him on a normal day. He doesn't know what to do. Just sits there, sadly sipping his coffee, peeling bites from his danish as he stares out the window—the For Lease sign in his cafe.

Somehow, he loses complete track of time. So badly that he's there the rest of Eddie's work day. Right up to when it closes for the night.

"Steve, dude, you have to go home. I'm closing up shop."

He sighs. Realizes he didn't even finish his food or coffee. That he needs water. Needs to sleep. Needs...needs. "Sorry, man," Steve huffs. "Shit, sorry, I should go. Just...uh..can I please get a glass of water first? I know it's stupid, but I just—There's no running water at my place now. Couldn't cover the cost." It's mortifying to admit that out loud. Like redden his face and squirm his insides kind of mortifying.

Surprisingly, though, Eddie comes back with a tall glass of ice water. And then he sits down across from Steve. For the first time since they've known each other, there's concern on his features. "I didn't realize that cafe was doing so much for you," he comments.

"Honestly, I didn't realize either." He sips his water. Small things. Lets the ice clink. Lets the condensation drip down his already cold fingers. "I could take out a loan or something...but...no, it's not the same. I didn't earn that money. I don't need more debt. It's over."

"What is, Steve?"

"My dream, man. It's done. Run through. This was my last chance to prove myself." He lets his shoulders drop with his next sigh. Wants to fold into his own body and just cry. "And I fucked it. I don't know what I did wrong. I took every precaution in the book and I'm still out of luck."

"...I didn't realize this sorta business actually...actually meant that much to you."

"Of course it did! It always mattered to me!" Steve exclaims, throwing his hands up aimlessly. There's probably something completely wild slapped over his face. "They stole recipes from me—my nana's recipes! They...they took equipment...money...some of, like, my childhood knick knacks—which, by the way, shows me that maybe I shouldn't be so naive and trusting, I guess...can't trust anybody these days."

Eddie remains silent, thinking over what to do. He knows he's got his own security system. Security cameras...

"Has the police been able to ID this person?" he suddenly asks. And Steve just shakes his head. "We should check my security camera footage. It might've seen a new angle."

"It's no use, Eddie. They took everything. They"—

"But if you find out who did it, then maybe you can get everything back. Or at least most of it. Especially if they stole important mementos?"

"Why are you helping me? I mean...I appreciate it, but...you know that if I just get my stuff back and if I am able to reopen shop that we're just going to go back to the way we were, right?"

"Because this is my dream, too. My cafe, this dinky little shop, the regulars that I know on a first name basis, my uncle's own recipes shared to all these locals...all of it had been my little town dream, too. You should be able to get yours back."

And then, like, after 10k+ words of build-up, they still don't get Steve's robber identified and clued out. But, over the journey of this major mystery, Steve and Eddie have not only become friends, but boyfriends and—well Eddie's cafe because both of their dreams; recipes mixed and shared, Steve in the back baking and Eddie in the front tending. They both find their peace in what they do and the next time somebody tries to fuck them over, they're ready for it.

[ajortga]

always for you

pairing: jenna ortega x fem reader

thank you for your support! honestly i'm so so grateful you guys like my writing<3 this was from a request that i loved making, (especially the texting part.) requests are packed! theres so many more so i won't be checking inboxes till i'm finished with the majority of them! to whomever requested, i hope you like this!

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can I request another soft!jenna x r?? I know your requests are closed, and you can do this anytime if your free. I can wait.

Where r's phone is acting up but doesn't want to buy a new phone cause r is broke, jenna sees r struggle with the lag and buys r a new phone

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(shes so cute)

Jenna always thought you were too thoughtful and selfless, you always thought of others before yourself, you gave love to every person you possibly could before you could even love yourself.

You gifted Jenna the new black noise canceling headphones for Christmas, you loved music as much as she did. But even with your immense love, you still managed to have wired earphones, though they were tangled almost everyday. 

There was a day the brunette noticed the way your phone had been acting up. She won’t mention how you dropped it in the bathtub while trying to give your cat a bath, and she’ll leave out how it somehow didn’t crack the numerous times you dropped it on the table or carpet. But whenever she texted you, you’d take longer to respond, apologizing endlessly.

“goodmorning my love! my phone was glitching again, it keeps bringing me back to this stupid dancing vegetable i put on for nephew cash last week. It took me a while to finally get back to messages! i'm sorry:((.”

“oh my god it did it again, now it’s a piece of radish dancing”

Sometimes you’d respond halfway and then stop there too cause your phone would crash

"y/nnnn, baby, i used the damn salt for our cookies instead of sugar and i put so much and i wanted to make a pickup line for you. i was literally pretending you were there and said "you're as sweet as a cookie" and i bit into it and it tasted so salty and i coughed so much"

“HAHA oh my gosh your like the silliest person i know, you literally remind me of-”"

10 minutes later

“MY PHONE CRASHED AGAIN”

“it did it again, it kept bringing me to different tabs so i had to get back in here. baby i can’t even talk to you properly anymore, i think we should-”

25 minutes later

“THE DANCING VEGETABLE IS ON MY SCREEN AGAIN”

"jenna? are you there?"

"i amm here"

"IT'S FRUIT NOW"

"baby 😭"

-

She did talk to you about getting a phone, she knew that you wanted to spend your money on others until yourself. You saved a little portion for yourself, so your portion made you a little broke. But you insisted that if it still worked and was helping the way it was supposed to, it would be okay.

It was funny to her, she would try charging both your phones before you snuggled to sleep together, but she always struggled on charging your phone because it wouldn’t charge.

You could hear her grunting as she cursed under her breath, “You have to use the first charging port and twist it at an 80 degree angle to the right, the phone has to be facing up.”

As it finally charged, she made a small sigh and smiled as she looked at you, softly saying, “You’re always too thoughtful Y/N, there’ll be one day where life will give it all back to you.”

You nuzzled into her chest, “As long as I can make others happy, that’s all I need to make myself happy,” you said drowsily as you rested on her chest. She kissed your forehead as you dozed off, cradling you to sleep.

-

The next day, Jenna got up so early and unattached herself from your grasp, making you make a small noise as you subconsciously looked for her embrace.

The bed creaked as you made a small murmur, looking up at Jenna barely awake.

You yawned, really sleepy, “Where are you going??” You said sadly, a little tired pout forming.

You sounded so drowsy as Jenna giggled, kissing your temple, “I need to pick up some strawberries, we need some pancakes for our breakfast and some other goodies sunshine. It’ll be packed in the afternoon, it’ll be quick, I promise.”

You made a sad noise, your hands reaching up for her and scrunching her arms as she hugged you, taking her giant stuffed animal and letting you hold it.

Soon enough from her scent on the stuffy, you were asleep, snuggling it.

Jenna changed into a sweater, jeans, and wore her headphones you gave her as she was off.

She was going to buy you that phone, no matter what you said.

Her footsteps crunched against the leaves as she listened to her music, getting a new idea as a proud smile sneaked on her lips.

She entered the electronic store, buying you the latest white phone that she had as well. She also went to the head gear section and bought you Sony headphones, a white one that would look so pretty on you. Her fingers signed the signature as she payed with her card, buying you guys two matching phone cases with two black cats on them.

Two hours later she came home, opening your bedroom door as she walked in.

“Y/N, sunshine, I’m here,” she whispered as you made a small murmur again, opening your eyes.

“Mhh…”

A small grin appears on her face as she shows you the new phone and headphones as you stare.

You were so tired you stared at it in disbelief and confusion.

Then you looked at her, your eyes teary as you pouted, “Baby.. Why? You didn’t have to-”

“You deserve it, you always think about me and all your friends hardly before yourself. And you deserve the world. I want you to be able to use your phone and those headphones. I like seeing you happy.”

Your pout turned into a wide smile as you pulled her collar to your level and hugged her tightly.

“Thank you. You really didn’t have to do that for me," you said, your voice happy as you nuzzle into her, not wanting to let go.

“Always.”

“I love you.”

Jenna smiles, her soft lips pressing to your temple, "I love you too."

--

[echoingbirdsofprey]

Delicate (Jake's Version)

1 - Iceman's Daughter

Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x OFC Samantha Kazansky

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: swearing (as usual) and Jake just getting shit from everyone

WC: 2.5k

A/N: So I'm borrowing the twins idea...so Tyler and Jake are twins so those stories will coincide at some point. Enjoy please! Don't be a silent reader either!

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Sam didn't need a damn thing in this world. Not a thing. She certainly didn't need a man. She certainly didn't need any of these cowboy fighter pilots in Fightertown. They all seemed to want to flirt with her, but it always ended there. No one ever made a move because of who her father was.

Iceman.

U.S. Pacific Fleet Commander Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky.

Her father was one of the highest ranks in the Navy. And when she walked in a room, in a bar, or almost anywhere in Miramar, California, people knew exactly who’s daughter she was. 

To say that Sam wanted for nothing was an understatement. Sam would consider herself well off with her almost brand new truck, that yes, daddy did buy, and all her pretty clothes, that yes, daddy did buy for her. She flaunted the fact that her dad bought everything for her. So it was no surprise that there hadn't been a man who could match up. Especially where Sam was much smarter than most of them, and worked harder than most of them too. She had a younger brother and sister, Mark and Alexandra, who were both in high school. Sarah, their mom, had always been a stay at home mom, and took the best care of them all, while Iceman did his duty. He provided a beautiful home, and whatever they wanted or needed. 

But it didn't stop the guys from trying.

As she stepped through the open doors at The Hard Deck, a local bar where most of the military personnel hung out, Sam made a vow to herself. None of these stick jockeys were getting in her pants. Not now, not ever. These guys weren't getting a single thing from Sam. She went toward the bar and sat, noticing the sign that said ‘disrespect a lady, the Navy, or put your phone on my bar, you buy a round’ and she made sure to keep her phone off the bar. 

“Nice touch, Penny, the sign’s new, huh?” She asked the brunette woman behind the bar. Penny had known Samantha since she was little and it had been about two years since she’d seen her. Penny whipped around and a huge smile that went all the way up to her eyes formed as she nearly ran to Sam. 

“You’re back!” She exclaimed as she hugged Sam tight. “And you graduated?”

“I did. Dad was able to make it too.” Sam said, her tone turning slightly solemn. Penny hugged her again, tighter this time.

“I heard he’s not doing well...” Penny said quietly to her and Sam nodded.

“Yeah. So I’m home for now. Working remotely so that I can be here for as long as I need to.” Sam explained. “I’m meeting a friend here.”

“Well, it’s five so the entirety of the Navy should be showing up soon. Speaking of...” Penny said, glancing at someone as they came in. Someone that Sam also knew. 

“Mav.” Sam said as Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell walked up and pulled her into a hug. He then sat and his eyes traveled to Penny. Sam knew they had some history, so she checked her phone and then saw Maverick turn to her. 

“Tell your dad thanks for saving my ass. Again.” Maverick said and Sam laughed.

“What are you doing here?” Sam asked and he explained that he was there on a special assignment. Sam nodded and felt a hand at her back. She turned to see her friend Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace. Another big hug and when the two parted Nat had a big smile on her face.

“I’m so happy you’re here. I’m glad I’ll have a friend to go to the beach with while we’re on assignment.” She said and Sam smiled wide. “And you can tell me all about Harvard and all those boys you met. By the way, you look super pretty as always.” Sam had worn a pretty, lacy dress, pink on the top and blue with flowers on the skirt. She had dressy flip flops on and her phone which had her wallet with her cards and cash attached to the case.

Nat said shed be back in a few and went over to the other Naval Aviators that were there. Sam took a moment and glanced around, taking in the familiarity of it all. There were the tables and high tops on one side, some booths here and there, and then there was a jukebox, a piano, and a pool table overlooking the view of the ocean. The sun was going down so the rays were shining in through the windows, creating interesting shadows. 

She hadn’t even noticed the other aviators filing in, all meeting in the corner with the pool table. There was a tall blond, another blond with glasses, a rather handsome black guy about the same height as the first blond, and a shorter Hispanic man. They were all dressed in tan uniforms, names on their right chest, patches and wings on their left. All well put together.

Sam ordered a cider beer, and took a sip. That was the biggest thing she missed about Harvard. Every bar around had a different cider beer. She was going to miss being there in the chilly autumn months when the leaves were changing colors and falling, and everyone was decorating stupid early for Halloween. Penny smiled back at her as she chatted with Maverick, noticing Sam had seemed to be stuck in a daydream, her pink lips on the edge of the bottle opening. She was deep in thought until more of the tan uniforms walked in. A blond with a mustache who wore a Hawaiian shirt, whom she knew as Rooster, then a bearded black guy, two asian guys, an asian woman, and a dark haired white male who winked at Sam as he walked by.

Fuck.

She was trying to not be noticed and of course, one of them noticed her. She should’ve just taken her cider and gone outside onto the beach deck. She couldn’t now though. She had a great spot on the bar. And she did like people watching.

The taller black man and the tall blond had come over to the other side of the bar, asking for a round of drinks for them and their friends. Eleven beers in all. They had to come back and when they did, the black man smiled at Sam. She tipped her head down. 

Well fuckity fuck.

She noticed Nat glance over and she decided to shoot her a text. 

Sam: don’t mind me i’ll just hang out by myself

She saw Nat glanced down atr her phone and then up at Sam and mouthed a ‘sorry’ and then texted her back.

Nat: i’ll come back over in a few, catching up with Chicken Little

Sam: thought I recognized him, i forgive you as always 🥰

Sam nursed her cider and flipped through her Instagram, looking at her friend’s stories who were back in Boston. 

“You here all by your lonesome, darlin’?” A voice asked from beside her. She turned to see the tall blond leaning on his elbow over the bar. His friend, the handsome black man, was standing to his left, staring at Sam with a smile. She sighed and pursed her lips.

“Waiting for someone.” She said, trying not to look at his stupid, very handsome face. He had an air of arrogance about him that unfortunately, Sam was instantly attracted to, but she couldn’t let him know that. And the accent? Fuck.

“Well, someone isn’t here yet, so...” He said as he scooted in a bit closer. His friend whacked him on the shoulder and the blond glanced at him with a smirk. 

“New in town?” His friend asked and Sam’s eyes flicked to him. She took a sip of her cider and looked him up and down, just as another one of the tan uniforms walked up. This was the one that winked at Sam. Now she had the attention of three very good looking, very testosterone driven males, who were looking at her like she was a very unattainable snack. And they didn’t seem to know who she was. She saw Nat’s eyes gleen over and a horrified look spread across her face. Sam smirked at her. 

“You’re TopGun pilots, huh?” Sam asked with a grin, as she left the beer close to her lips. The blond’s eyebrows shot up and a wild smirk spread across his very pretty, very kissable lips. God, did she want to kiss him. FUCK.

“Jake. Jake Seresin.” He said, holding his hand out for her to shake. She did, immediately noticing how warm his hand was. He flicked his head toward his friends. “This is Reuben Fitch, and Neil Vikander,” pointing first to the handsome black man and then the brown haired, freshly shaven white guy. Reuben held his hand out for her to shake and she did so. Neil did not, instead he just smiled at her. 

She took another sip of her beer and glanced at each of them, up and down, before asking, “What are your callsigns, boys?” 

Reuben said his was ‘Payback’, Neil’s was ‘Omaha’, and then Jake...Jake took a second, tipping his nose down and flashing his pretty smile before speaking.

“Know a little bit about pilot shit, huh?” Jake asked and she rolled her eyes at him. He smirked.

“I know a lot about a lot of shit. What’s your fucking callsign, Jake ?” Sam said, the swears rolling off her tongue calmly. Reuben and Neil broke out into a fit of laughter and they both patted Jake on his back as they left. Neil leaned in and said, ‘good luck’ to him. Jake’s eyes followed his friends for a moment before the sage green locked back on her mahogany brown ones. 

“ Hangman .” He said as he sat on the stool next to Sam. 

“See that wasn’t so hard was it?” She said, finishing her beer.

“Penny, m’dear, she’ll have another, on me.” Jake said and Penny shook her head and smiled as she took Sam’s empty and replaced it with a full, ice cold bottle. 

“Oh, all I have to do is insult you and I get free beer? Excellent.” Sam said, starting on her second. Jake tilted his head and scooted closer, manspreading next to her. She placed her hand on his chest and looked him dead in the eyes. “Easy there, Peacock . I get it. You’ve got the prettiest feathers . Don’t need to see them any closer.” 

“Goddamn you are somethin’ fuckin’ else.” Jake said, shaking his head, an opened mouthed grin plastered to his face. “ Let me buy you dinner .”

“Don't need you to buy me anything else, handsome.” Sam said and Jake just kept on smiling. He looked like a love struck puppy, all wide and sparkly eyed. The only thing that was missing was the wagging tail and the tongue hanging out of his mouth. 

“Hard to get is your game then? I can hang .” He said and Sam laughed down the barrel of the bottle. 

“That why they call you ‘Hangman’?” She asked and he didn't have a come back this time. He just sat there, smiling like a fucking idiot at her, clearly hoping his handsome fucking face would get her to do whatever he wanted. Oh, boy, when he found out who her dad was, he’d change his attitude for sure. She saw Nat heading back over.

“I see you’ve met Bagman.” She said as she placed her arm around Sam’s shoulders.

“Oh no, are you Phoenix’s girlfriend. Shit. Now I really wanna take you to dinner...I didn’t even catch your name, sweetheart.” Jake said, eyes darting between Sam and Phoenix. She scoffed at him and side hugged Sam.

“I'm not going to dinner with you.” Sam said, taking her phone out and opening Instagram back up. She scrolled for a moment as Jake watched her. Waiting for the right moment. Waiting for her to give in.

“You really don’t know who she is, Hangman?” Nat asked, with a knowing smile. Sam glanced at her, Here it comes. The implosion of his self confidence. “Sam Kazansky...” Nat said and Jake’s eyes locked on Sam’s, then widened. He touched his beer to hers and then smiled and tipped his head.

“My Insta is jseresin90 when you decide to follow me.” He said, as he stood. He began to walk away and Sam's eyes followed him. He turned and smiled at her, saluted her and said, “Can't wait to see all your pretty pictures, Sam!”

She followed him with her eyes as he made his way back over to his friends. Sam turned in her seat as Nat sat at the bar next to her. She motioned to Jake.

“ So tell me more about Jake Seresin. ” She said and Nat smirked and asked Penny for another beer.

🛩️🛩️🛩️

As Jake continued drinking and playing pool, his friends and co-pilots teased him. 

“What the fuck, Jake? Tell me you got her number.” Neil said, and took a sip of his beer. 

“Yeah,, seriously, she’s hot as hell, man.” Reuben said, shaking his head.

“Well?” Bob piped up, with a smirk. Jake stopped as he was about to make his next shot, glancing around as everyone got quiet. And then he lied.

“Course I got her number.” He said, a bit sheepishly, and Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw, the dirty blond with the mustache, raised a brow. He’d give him shit later but not here. They all laughed, a few of them sighed and rolled their eyes, and then they went back to drinking and conversing with each other for a couple more hours. When everyone was sufficiently drunk or buzzed, they all decided to head home. 

Jake stepped out onto the patio and gazed out over the ocean. Behind him was his friend Coyote, aka Javy. He clapped him on the shoulder and shook him a bit, making Jake smile. 

“You okay, man?” Javy asked, and Jake nodded.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m good.” Jake said tentatively and Javy patted him on the back.

“When you wanna talk about it, I’m here.” Javy said and went back in, just as Rooster came out. Jake had turned to go back toward the parking lot and he drew in a sharp breath as he caught Rooster’s disapproving stare.

“You didn’t get her number.” He said and Jake shook his head.

“Why do you have to be an ass about it...” Jake said and Bradley stepped into his space.

“ Don’t ruin her. You’re gonna be in a world of shit if you do. You have no fucking idea who she is. ” Bradley said and Jake bumped his shoulder into his, as he brushed past him.

“There’s a whole side of me that y’all won’t ever see because you think I’m a dick. Fuck off and let me be.” Jake said as he went down the patio stairs and toward the parking lot. 

“Maybe stop acting like a dick then, Bagman!” Bradley yelled as Jake got in his truck and slammed the door. He punched the center console and swore. He took his phone out and checked to see if he had any notifications. Nothing. 

Fuck.

[lovemyself97]

✦𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓮 ✦ JJK

Summary: You forgot your wallet and that was a good thing. Saved by a small kind gesture from a stranger, but perhaps not so strange. Pairing: Idol!Jungkook x foreign! female reader. Genre: Fluff Warnings: none (Thoughts are in italics) Author: You can read part 2 here , I hope you like it; There's a short playlist for a better reading experience :) Words: 643

Argh, why Lily?

It was 11 p.m. when I looked at the clock on the gray wall, my dear friend, Lily, a Korean woman I've known since I moved to Seoul, convinced me that she deserved a pot of very spicy ramen for her well-deserved promotion at work... the question is:

1-I forgot my wallet,

2-I was threatened with not being able to enter the apartment without the noodles

3-And now a lady was looking at me visibly annoyed.

'Look, I've always paid you on time and...'

'I don't do cash on delivery,' she muttered to end the conversation. Before I could reply again, a packet of snacks and two cartons of banana milk and the money were placed on the counter and only now I realized that we weren't the only ones there.

A young man was wearing a black mask, dressed head to toe in black, holding a helmet in one hand and looking impatient.

'Pass this and the lady's ramen, please,' he said, incredibly politely, making me let out the breath I hadn't even realized I'd been holding. The lady looked speechless for a moment but just nodded and quickly packed up the items.

Before I could thank him, he quickly left, leaving me alone with that lady, 'I'm never coming back here again' I thought as I tried to catch up with the boy.

'Wait.'

The young man, who was already leaving when I reached him, frowned when he looked at me and something glinted in the reflection of the light. I noticed that he had an eyebrow piercing, but something else caught my eye and left me breathless. He had tattoos on one of his hands, which were very familiar to me… As soon as I looked up, he realized that I recognized him, Jeon Jungkook…

I had always been a fan of Jungkook, admiring his powerful voice and his talent on stage. I never imagined I'd have the chance to meet him like this, so casually, and he probably didn't want to deal with a hysterical fan right now, so I took a deep breath and spoke calmly:

'I wanted to say thank you, thank you so much for helping me and if you could just wait a little while until I pick up-'

'No need to thank me,' he said, his expression softening a little. 'I was just in a hurry and thought I could help.' His voice came out low and muffled because of his helmet, he rummaged through the grocery bag he had just made and handed me one of the cartons of banana milk. 'Just be careful on your way home, it's late.'

I couldn't even open the carton of banana milk he gave me. Instead, I kept it carefully, as a special souvenir of that unexpected encounter.

'Do you always come here?' I asked a little awkwardly, but I couldn't help but be curious and wanted the moment to last a little longer, to which he just winked at me before speeding off on his motorcycle and driving away through the empty streets of Seoul.

I looked around as soon as he was out of sight, feeling a silly grin form on my face, did that really happen?, followed by several shrieks but I soon felt my cheeks heat up with embarrassment, I'm not even dressed up!, I quickly looked at the nearest reflection, a puddle of water, but something else caught my eye, it looked like a wallet, I wonder whose it was?, and my eyes widened as I realized whose it could be.

It seems that he had forgotten his wallet... I went home thinking about how I would return it to its owner and thinking that maybe I would go to that convenience store more often.

I had no idea I'd run into him again sooner than I thought.

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Do not copy. Original work of @lovemyself97 , 2/10/2024 (reblogging always helps! )

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Punk!Miguel AU Part 2

(not proofread LMAO)

Okay but like...

punk!miguel who couldn't stop thinking about that day he shared with you. and even in the moment, with all your clenching and whining, he knew he wouldn't. so he made sure to get your number afterwards... just in case.

punk!miguel who frequently stood by his front window, looking down from his apartment as he watched you walk home from work everyday. thankfully for him, your building was right next to his, so you were sure to pass by his view five days a week.

punk!miguel who figured out that you work as the manager for a family owned cafe a few blocks away, a role that was passed down to you after a few generations. he wasn't typically a man for coffee and pastries, but he'd make an exception for his damsel in distress... just in case.

punk!miguel who just so conveniently happened to stop buy your cafe, just before closing hours. this wasn't the first time he's visited since he found your place of work, but it was the first time he's given you more than a shit-eating grin and a sly comment.

"You gonna hurry up with that muffin, or are you gonna keep me here all night?" you ask from behind the counter, hands on your hips. he looked over from the table he was sitting at and just flashed you a smirk. you two were the only people here, given that it was almost 11pm and completely dark outside.

"Oh, you know me," he said turning in his seat to face you. "Never one to rush, always want to savor my meal." he gave you a little wink, and you rolled your eyes.

"Whatever, take as long as you want, I'm gonna clean up for closing." you pulled a broom from the corner and started sweeping the little crumbs in your kitchenette, while Miguel went back to "savoring" his chocolate muffin.

The door to the building swung open. "Nobody move!"

You were frozen in your place, almost dropping the broom. A large man, though not as large as Miguel, dressed in dark sweats was aiming a gun at you, with a fierce look in his eyes.

Great, now you're being robbed.

You carefully set the broom down at your feet, and hold your hands up. The retail counter did very little to make you feel safe from the intruder. "Listen, I don't know what you want from me, okay? If you're looking for money, I don't have any. Nobody really pays in cash these days and-"

"Just shut up and empty the register!"

You were quick to do as he said, even though robbing a small cafe in the 21st century didn't seem very profitable - you didn't say anything though, out of fear of being shot. You gathered all the money from the cash register, pulling out a hundred dollars or so in change. "Do... do you want it in a bag?" you asked, visibly sweating.

The man shook the gun in front of your face. "Just give me the damn money! And don't you dare try to call the cops, I'll shoot 'ya right where you stand, lady."

Unfortunately for him, the intruder was too distracted by getting the cash from you that he didn't notice the large delinquent behind him, holding a fire extinguisher above his head.

With a loud WHACK the intruder fell to the ground, dropping his gun in the process. Miguel stood above him, glaring down at the unconscious man, who now definitely had a concussion. The look in Miguel's eyes was something you had never seen before, well, except for that other time he happened to save you.

He placed the fire extinguisher on the counter and looked towards you. "You alright, chiquita?" he asked, although before you could answer, he reached over the counter to grab some ribbon.

"You tie up your little goodie bags with these, right?" you nod. He takes a few handfuls of the blue ribbons and makes quick work wrapping them in knots around the robber's wrists. Miguel kicks the weapon away. "These aren't exactly handcuffs, but they'll work for the time being. Call the cops, bonita. I'll make sure he doesn't get up." Miguel gives you a reassuring smile, before kneeling down in front of the man.

Red and blue lights fading away told you that the cops had successfully restrained the armed intruder and were on their way to detain him. You had stepped out from behind the counter and slumped down on the floor in front of it, leaning your head back against it. Miguel chuckles as you sigh, and he sits down next to you.

"That was not how I expected the night to end." you huffed, rubbing your temples in exhaustion. He flashed you a knowing smirk. "Oh? And how did you expect it to end, hermosa? ¿Querías hacer el amor conmigo, hmm?" you scoffed as he gave your shoulder a little nudge.

"Don't even go there, that's not what I was talking about, chulo." you huff once more, earning another laugh from him. "What I meant was I wasn't expecting to get robbed today."

"Almost robbed, guapa. I saved you, just like last time."

You smirk. "Yes, just like last time."

You both share a look, one that reveals your growing feelings for one another. Your heart was beating rapidly. You knew where this was going.

"So, is my damsel gonna give me the same reward as last time? Or, are my heroics undeserving of praise?" you bite your lip, and he leans in closer. So close, in fact, that his arm was rubbing up against yours - the tattooed skin heavily contrasting your blank canvas.

"Hmm, it depends. I don't really wanna walk all the way home..." a mischievous look shines in your eyes, and this time it's his heart that pounds. "Will you carry me?"

Another one of his laughs. "No, chica, I won't carry you... we can have our fun right here."

Oh.

Oh.

>:)

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[hashimasims]

Presenting Kaye for @changingplumbob's Dating Deanna

Hello there! Umm . . . My name's Kaye and I'm applying to be a contestant on Dating Deanna

I've just recently aged up to a young adult (21 in Watcher years) and moved out of my Mother's house and into an apartment in San Myshuno! Nothing I ever did made her happy but I think most of that stems from the fact that we're on one of the spare branches of this save's legacy family - did I forget to mention my last name is Glynnan? I was also born a human which is a MAJOR area of contention for my mother Deliliah who thinks it's a disgrace but my big brother Domenic loves me just the same and doesn't care that I'm not exactly the girly girl princess mother always wanted. I wanted to play football instead of joining the cheer leading team in high school and I'm a bit of a glutton - though I consider myself more a foodie who just enjoys ALL food!

I'm an Adventurous sim and I love the slopes of Mt. Komorebi just don't put me on a set of skis, snowboarding is the only way to go down the mountain! I do have to admit that though I don't dislike rock climbing I'd much prefer using the safer machines found at gyms to actually climbing the mountain after hearing about my Uncle Daolong's incident.

I'm working on becoming a professional athlete one day and here's to hoping one of the EA Gods will patch in professional snowboarding. If that happens I'd be the happiest woman ever! But currently just making Candles and selling them on Plopsy to make a bit of extra cash while I slowly move up the athletic career corporate ladder.

I love listening to music at the end of a long day but PLEASE no winter holiday music! I heard far to much of that All I Want for Winterfest Song while I was working retail as a teenager I NEVER EVER want to hear it again if I can help it!

Now for the specifics I guess . . .

I'm a cisgender female still exploring their sexuality. I'm attracted to both men and woman so being classified as Bisexual might be easiest though I'm leaning more towards Pansexual since I don't really care if someone is nonbinary, trans, genderfluid etc and I've met a few Sims who claim they're bisexual but won't date Trans sims, to each their own but why? If someone makes me happy and I them it seems perfect to me!

My traits are Adventurous, Music Lover, and Glutton. I think there used to be more like Socially Awkward and Vegetarian but my Watcher wasn't sure if @changingplumbob had the more traits mod so removed the last two

My current aspiration is to be a Master Maker

My likes and dislikes are below ↓ There's quite a few but My Watcher actually cut it down from what was there when I was a Teenager

Am I OK with getting flirty with the other contestants? I'm here for Deanna but if any of the other contestants flirt with me I don't see a problem with it since we're not in committed relationships or anything.

Am I open to Polyamory? Maybe? It seems to be working fairly well for my cousin where monogamy hasn't been working for my mother - three kids from three separate failed marriages yikes! Maybe you shouldn't talk trash about El when you don't have even half as healthy of a love life. Sorry mom I know it's not proper to air your dirty laundry on national tumblrvision but oh well! Domenic raised me to think honesty is the best policy so . . .

Open to woohoo? I mean it's part of romance now a days so I'd be alright with it. I just won't let my brother tune in those days. Sorry Dom!

Am I open to flirting with Joey? I think I could be! Again I signed up for Dating Deanna and don't want to hurt her feelings but the heart wants what the heart wants I guess

My watcher is ALL IN!!!

[50shadesofoctarine]

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[deadliestfishinthesea]

Love always comes back (like a boomerang) Pt. 2

How you meet Captain boomerang while working undercover for A.R.G.U.S. (and eventually fall for him)

Part 2.

the real story begins after this one (and the romance too)

1.400 words

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54019207/chapters/136825786#workskin

“King Shark showed promising signs of composure since he got admitted here. It's his first time outside.“ officer Cash walked up to her, staring out the window with a frown, „He shouldn't cause any problems.“

___________________________________________

The weather didn't change. Y/n squinted to see if it was raining or if she was just imagining it. It was hard to be sure when glass separated her from the outside. She took a sip of her coffee, but winced and put it down on the windowsill. Still too hot.

“Oh, please. Look at him.“ Y/n gestured with her hand, “If I didn't know any better I would think it's his first day of school.“

The shark was out in the yard, sat on a bench that was much too small for him and glancing at anyone who passed by him. He almost looked lost.

“When are you going to talk to him?“

“Tomorrow.“

“You think he's got potential?“

"It doesn't matter what I think. That's up to Waller.“ Cash hummed and nodded, but Y/n continued, „But yeah. He does.“

“Hmph, what about the Aussie?“

“What about him?“

“Waller already approved him, no? Oh, and didn't he save you in the yard the other day or something?“

“You could say. A fight broke out, I was in the middle of it, he took the fight away from my direction.“

Y/n still remembers it clear as day. They replaced the broken table by now but when she looks out at the yard she can still imagine Harkness slouched over the other prisoner, blood dripping from his nose and his knuckles. She doesn't exactly know how to feel about the whole situation, but maybe that's because she doesn’t let herself think about it too much. Every time she remembers herself in the medical facility at the foot of Boomerang's bed, she tries her best to think about something else.

He huffed out a laugh, “I'm just glad that other guy's in lockdown now. What was it, Rambo?“

“Rango.“

“Rango, right. And the others?“

“Well, there's the doctor gone rogue and the man who never misses. You tell me.“

Y/n read all of their files. Harley Quinn, Dead Shot, Captain Boomerang and King Shark. All deadly, all wanting to get out. She never saw Harley Quinn in person, only photographs, and she would lie if she said she wasn't curious to meet her. Out of all the convicts she was assigned to evaluate, she was most excited to meet another woman with a degree in psychology, even if this one was apparently insane. She saw Deadshot once, but remembered how he looked. And she was almost in awe when hearing stories about his shooting skills, because as hard as they were to believe, they were all true. King Shark is unlike anything she's seen before. She felt like she was reading a fantasy novel when researching about him and his origins, and it baffled her to see such a seemingly powerful creature sit all shy on a yard bench. And then there's Captain Boomerang. His records were insane. She was in a briefing about a month ago and she remembered Colonel Flag say over a call that it would take at least two reams of paper to print out his full rap sheet. And it wasn't exactly a lie. She nearly had a stroke when researching about his past. Among other crimes, the man had nearly a hundred counts of burglary to his name. Who robs a hundred fucking banks? He does, apparently.

Cash went to say something but both his and Y/n's comms lit up and a male voice spoke trough the radio.

“This is watcher-09. Report to the north wing, Mockingbird wants to see you.“

Suddenly her coffee was long forgotten. They both looked at each other in silence until Y/n spoke up.

“What's Waller doing here?“

.

The trip to the north wing was short. Cash pushed open a big door and walked into a large room filled with rows and rows of computers, with an enormous monitor covering the whole front wall. It was uncanny to see the room completely empty. Y/n followed him in and stopped next to the giant monitor, and in front of them stood Amanda Waller, holding a manila file in her hand. She dropped the file on a desk.

“Doctor, I'm afraid your time in Arkham is over, you're being relocated to Metropolis under Colonel Flag's command. Cash, I need all my convicts ready.“

“What happened?“ Cash inquired.

“Metropolis has been invaded. We are sending Task Force X on the field and there's no time for evaluation, either they're ready or they're not.“ she slid the file across the table to Cash.

“They are, ma'am .“ Y/n said and Waller looked at her.

“Did you talk to all of them?“

“No. Only Captain Boomerang. But I've done my research.“

Waller nodded, “You've given me no reason to doubt you so far, doctor.“

“Thank you, ma'am. When am I leaving?“

“Right now.“

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Wind gushed around and picked up small debris as the helicopter lowered to the ground. The door opened and Y/n stepped out, clutching her rifle. A tall man with a mellow expression on his face walked up to her, shouting so he's heard over the loud whirring of the helicopter.

“Y/n?“, he outstretched his hand, „I'm Colonel Rick Flag. They call you doc', right?“

She grabbed his hand and shook it, „That's me. What's the situation?“

“We're continuing travel on wheels. Anything that flies around here is an easy target.“

As they walked to a group of trucks the helicopter started leaving. They stood in the outskirts of Metropolis, surrounded by burnt down trees and collapsed buildings. She could see the outline of the city in the distance, and the giant alien ship hovering over the sky, its mechanical tentacles weaving through skyscrapers, and it seemed as though it engulfed the entire city. Her blood ran colder by the second, and she held her weapon tightly as she watched everything. Flag spoke again, not yelling this time.

“What's the situation in Arkham?“

“Waller's getting her Task Force ready.“

He was quiet for a second until they reached a truck. He turned to her, “So the circus is actually joining the defense?“

She nodded.

“And you're the one who picked them out?“ He looked at her pensively.

“Waller picked the members. I was just there to… provide extra precaution.“

“Make sure they're insane enough to do this, huh?“

“Aren't we all, Colonel?“ She smiled bitterly.

“Damn right. But that there's another type of crazy. Gotta make sure to keep 'em in line.“

“And how does Waller plan to do that?“

He was quiet for a second, searching for his words.

“You ever heard of a bomb injector?“

.

She sat in the back of the truck, relaxing into her seat as much as she could. So, it was finally happening, she thought. She wondered if the criminals would come out of this with their heads intact. Literally. In all honesty, she hoped they would. Even though she didn't have a direct say in it, Y/n was still involved in choosing the prisoners for the Task Force and sending them to their potential deaths.

A memory slipped into her head, then. Her in the medical facility, standing at the foot of Digger's bed, after he just saved her. Willingly. She thought about that often. He didn't have to step in, didn't have to earn bruises and stitches and isolation time just so she wouldn't be hit. But he did it anyway, and he didn't expect anything in return, either. That made her wonder. If he could do something selfless like that, could they all? Was there any good left in them? In him? But it didn't matter now. There's a chance she won't ever see him again, whether that be because of his death, or maybe even hers.

And she wasn't sure it if was from lack of sleep, or hundreds of destroyed homes, or maybe even because of the weather, but now she sat in the back of a truck leading to a dangerous combat zone, and she just regrets not thanking him properly.  

[michimonie]

I don't know, maybe it seemed to me, but for some reason Scrooge McDuck interacts with Daisy even better than with Donald sometimes... In old and modern stories, there are many examples of their friendship, and even confrontation, because of many things, such as Donald. Maybe McDuck sees something yours in her?

I can see that. There have been quite a few times where, for some reason or another, Daisy either has to prove herself or just accidentally does something amazing. A comic I was reading again recently was Uncle Scrooge IDW #39, where Daisy basically takes Donald's place in the adventure.

One part of that might come from the fact that (and people can totally correct me if I'm wrong) a lot of what Donald does goes unseen (PK, Double Duck, etc...) and the stuff that Scrooge does end up seeing isn't a lot compared to how much he thinks his nephew is "lazing around."

In contrast, (from what I've seen) Daisy, tends to have a more "go-getter" attitude, and often encounters Scrooge either through work or while planning something. She tends to have something going on or a goal in mind.

For a visual example, here's a possible idea of what Scrooge sees:

Graphs showing Scrooge thinking of Daisy as someone who works a lot, and Donald as someone who rests often.

Meanwhile, the reality is probably more like this:

Graphs now showing Family, Other (superhero, spy, hobbies, etc...), Work, and Rest. A more balanced schedule than before.

Definitely take my little doodle graphs with a metaphorical grain a salt, but I can see this being a big problem.

There are comics I wanted to mention, but couldn't find. They also showcase skills he probably sees often in Daisy:

One comic with Daisy chasing Scrooge across the globe, finding him no matter where he went and saving him from trouble, all so she could have the right to write his biography.

Another story featured scrooge going missing for a day so Daisy took over. When he was found in a chute and rescued, he saw what "terrible" decisions she had made, only to find moments later (through her added thoughts) that the decisions were making him more cash than ever. He was so impressed that he decided to keep her close (for fear that she might take his job someday!)

(If someone knows where to find these, or the titles, feel free to comment or reblog them!)

Whether Donald can do these things or not, he doesn't really have any reason or desire, so Scrooge never sees it happen.

I would also like to add that, while Donald is highly capable, it seems like he complains a lot more than Daisy, which could (unfortunately) give off a more "unwilling" or "lazy" feeling/vibe. For instance, the comic in the beginning of this post has Daisy in a whole adventure and I believe she doesn't complain even once (sassy, sure, but no complaints). In fact, she spends a good amount of that adventure excited.

Sorry for the longer answer! There's a lot to be said about this subject, and this is probably as much as I can add. If anyone else has thoughts or related comics to add, feel free to add to this. (I'm still pretty new to Disney Ducks)

[fakeusernamelol]

I'M LATE--

I do love the trend of Things Happening To Stan. Poor guy.

Also I love kidnapper Ford being a pussy so much. His whispering about how he needs to take care of Stanley because he doesn't want him to hear and get mad :'( He would die immediately if he got released into the wild. But Stan is good to him, he's Stan's special little guy and their kids love him because he's mostly a stay-at-home dad and is very present in their lives. I think Shermie and Mariana are raised in the most put-together home and they spent their first few years in booster seats in the back of Stanley's getaway car.

Also even though young bad ending Ford made fun of young kidnapper Ford, bad ending ford cant say shit when they're older because Kidnapper Ford has a husband that loves him, kids that love him, a town that accepts him, and several academic achievements (under a different name but still) while bad ending Ford is a drifter that his kids hate and are actively keeping his husband away from and that his husband doesn't know about or love back. That Ford can't compare, he can't.

Until that Ford goes back in time and takes kidnapped Stanley away from him. It's not for revenge, more like a self-serving kind of closure. Ford wants to provide that Stanley with the best life possible - one where he doesn't have to starve and nearly die in childbirth and be forced into crime and have to deal with a spineless husband (honestly bad ending Ford and kidnapper Ford should just make out but I don't have my camera ready so I guess they can keep at this weird homoerotic competition for who can fuck their twin brother better but that's me) and also that bit abt Stan being so pissed off until he realizes 'Oh it's just Ford. Somehow.' I love that so much, Stanley is the weirdest rat I've ever met. Meanwhile Ford has imparted his Tragic Backstory so Stanley trusts him (cutting all the abuse parts and just leaving 'my Stanley lost his memory and my kids hate me because I was just too much of a good and sexy father') and Stan doesn't believe shit he says because he's already starting to realize his own Ford is an untrustworthy mess and this Ford isn't his so he's like halfway back to being a stranger. But also Stan was starving and this guy's feeding him and if all Stan has to do is act meek and helpless and this old guy gives him all the cheeseburgers he wants, rents him a ritzy condo and gets him some good clothes that make him look charmingly overweight instead of pregnant then Stan isn't above some big doe eyes and a few 'Wow you're so nice to me' s, old man Ford eats it up and Stan gets to try rich people food and work off his anger at his own Ford (who gave himself some injuries and came back home with a story about double-kidnapping and a description of the old Ford's face as the man that did it so the police could help Ford find Stan quicker)

Old Ford is so in love too, he spent 30 years alone thinking about how he could have done things better with Stanley and Now He Gets To and he nearly forgot how sweet and trusting Stanley was and doesn't even notice he's eating out of Stanley's palm and paying to do it. He's intoxicated on Stanley's full attention unhindered by his own mistakes, this was supposed to be closure but its feeding into his 30 years spent yearning so well he thinks he might spend the rest of his life in this dimension, with this Stanley he hasn't ruined, this life he hasn't ruined. Of course he still loves his own Stanley more but here he was never the fool that fell for Bill, he was only ever the man that saved Stanley (from his point of view while Stanley is actually bleeding him dry and getting ready to leave the second his cash cow stops carrying him up the stairs when his feet hurt)

Anyways I'm rotating them in my mind at terminal velocity I wanna hear the reverb of Bad Ending Ford's skull hitting a metal pole and I'm sorry I'm late

🫎

JAJSJSAJ you Made me feel like a housewife waiting in the couch for their spouse to come home after a day of hard work with a surprise in their hands, MY DEAR 🫎 IM GLAD YOU CAME HOME I WAS MISSING YOU 😭😭💖💓💖💓💖

Even if Ford wasn't able to say loudly his intentions of having Stan as his dependant husband and a big family who fully needed him because that would make him end up crying like a puppy at the other side of Stan's room begging him to forgive him, he could lie to himself that he was near to that perfect life!

Well, maybe Stan was doing better economically than him thanks to his job at the shack and treated ford almost as he did with his kids (Except he was much sweeter with them than with him lol) he was still sure Stan needed him, he was still being affected by what ford said and he noticed it! How a little smile kept on his face when he told him that the dinner was delicious or a frown after a comment about his weight. And the kids love him! They were still too little to have a rational thought so Stan couldn't get mad at them if they ever call Ford «dada» although he did try to correct them gently and instead call him by other ways like uncle or just Ford. Maybe stan was still being reluctant about Ford acting as a second paternal figure to the twins but he was sure it was just jealousy or something, he took care of the children while Stan was busy and proved him that he was really good at it (he was probably a lot better at it than Carla could have been..)

Gotta be honest a bit and is that at least the part of «A Husband who loves him» is very ambiguous yet lol because Stan didn't stop to treat ford more like a roommate than a couple after he took control of the situation. Ford really tried his best to get Stan's heart again but he just acted politely with him and no more. Didn't let him give him kisses, hug him, call him sweet nicknames such as his dear or sweetheart and only managed to have sex with stan if he really was feeling it (maybe once every three months if he was lucky! Sure stan would check carefully the condom before start and no post-sex cuddles tho, after he's done Stan would kick him out of his room and acted like if nothing happened.) Stan took care of him because he didn't want Ford to die but wasn't as excited about the idea of sharing his family of his own with Ford as he was. ALTHOUGH yes absolutely kidnapper au Ford still was doing way better that Bad ending Ford was lol 🤭🤭 (they indeed need to kiss and let their poor twin brother alone, weirdos...)

Bad Ending Ford ended up in the place he was thanks to himself and what a bad traditional upbringing caused in him. Now that he was old and alone in the shack after all he did he was really feeling the consequences of his actions in his youth and even if he didn't want it, he couldn't say anything because he fully understood the reason why their kids preferred to take stan away from him. But he was honest to himself, he wasn't able to hold it. He really needed him, just one more chance to do things right this time and have at least one version of stan alongside him..

So now he had this beautiful young and pregnant Stanley by his care. He didn't really give a fuck about what The version of himself in this dimension would felt about that, he probably just the same stupid abuser he used to be and by how young they looked he probably wouldn't even will be able to give stan the life he deserved. And stan? Well, he couldn't say that he was absolutely comfortable with this but he couldn't complain. That suspiciously-looked-alike-to-ford geezer treated Stanley well by giving him a comfortable bed to rest on, the food he wanted, comfortable clothes that didn't squeeze his growing belly, and massages to his aching body when he needed them by the prize of just acting sweet to the old guy and letting him into his bed a few times. He was still thinking about his own life tho, how his ford and the rest of his family was doing, he was sure of something, he wouldn't stay there, he needed to comeback but he can't do it right now while he was soon to give birth so well, he will just enjoy his stay with that old Ford until it was moment to leave.

...But, will Ford let him? 😉😉

[cat-mermaid]

I have a Rescuers Down Under theory that I've been sitting on for over 10 years

I want you to watch that movie if you haven't in a while, do you notice something odd about how the main characters, the little boy and the mice, interact?

No?

So for those who don't know, the movie is about two mice who go to Australia to save a little boy and an endangered eagle from a poacher

The mice (and some third guy) spend the whole movie trying to get to this boy

The boy spends the whole movie in the clutches of this poacher, who is using him to catch the eagle

If I were to make two edits of this movie-

-one with only the mice (and some third guy) scenes and no cuts back to what the boy is doing,

-and one with only the boy/eagle scenes with no cuts back to what the mice and the third guy are up to,

-up until the point where the two plots finally meet up and the movie proceeds like the theatrical release,

-they would each seem like their own self contained movies.

(also don't talk to me about the albatross being tortured in the hospital side plot thats just filler and not relevant)

57 minutes into this hour and 17 minute film, the mice and the third guy meet up with the kid. They go "we're here to rescue you!" and the kid simply asks who are you then immediate whips away to yell at the eagle about stuff

He then for the rest of the move proceeds to say nothing to the mice and the third guy, only visually reacting to the things they say and speaking only to the eagle

And at the very end of the film when he, the mice, and the third guy are flying away on the eagle, the boy speaks one last time to his eagle friend but does not acknowledge the mice/third guy or what they have done for him

He never says their names

not once

Friends and Neighbors, I propose to you the following:

Rescuers Down Under was originally a film about a boy named Cody, who goes out and rescues animals from traps, who makes friendz with a giant endangered eagle and then has to figure out how to escape from and defeat a poacher who wants to kill his friend

along the way he teams up with other animals captured by the poacher

with their help, together they thwart the poacher and save the eagle and her eggs

thats it

that was the original movie

it was created to capitalize on two big trends at the time in the 80s: 🐨AUSTRALIA🦘 and ENVIRONMENTALISM🌏

and it was so far along in the production that they even had the dialog all recorded

BUT THEN

at some point during, someone decided hey um shit its the disney animation dark ages and no one is going to our movies, and this kidnaped kid story is a lot like that original Rescuers that came out like 15 years ago or who cares so TURN IT INTO A SEQUEL 2 THAT because Rescuers is our most successful animated film in FOREVER GODAMMIT EVERYTHING ELSE SINCE TANKED AT THE BOX OFFICE

and they fucking rushed and did just that, and then frankensteined the the new Rescuers plot line into the main plot, cleverly keeping the Rescuers (and the third guy) from getting to the damn kid untill almost the very end.

⭐AND AND AND⭐

Because there is so much action going on and no time to stop and chat or anything, they gracefully avoid either characters from having to have a back and forth conversation

that part where they first meet and the kid says "who are you"? Lifted from earlier in the movie when he was talking to all of these guys:

In fact anything that sounds remotely like he might be communicating to the mice or the third guy? These were lines meant to be spoken to the captured animals, who were originally aiding him instead of the Rescuers. I would bet cash money there is a shit ton of cut audio and storyboards somewhere with the caught animals in the climax of the film instead of the Rescuers/guy number 3

In fact I'm dead sure they were supposed to be a huge part of the movie, they got so much screen time, all got introductions and had their individual personalities established and then they and the kid all worked together in this one scene-

-establishing that they can all work together as a team and overcome adversity via cleverness and ingenuity

but then once the poacher comes for the kid and takes him away to go after the eagle? We never see them again or find out what happened to them. Doesn't that strike you as odd? To give these random characters so much precious screen time and then just have them never show up again?

The scene after this shows that the mice/that hopping mouse trying to cuck the other mouse got into the poacher's truck to follow after Cody. Wouldn't it have made sense originally for the captured animals to have stowed away on the truck so they could follow along and help? Just say'in

(also the implication is that with the poacher dead and the kid/mice not indicating to the audience that they're going back to rescue the animals, the animals are going to starve to death. I mean you could argue that its been established they're capable of escaping buuuuuut its a strange story choice to just leave that plot thread unresolved. Its almost like it would all make sense if the animals whole last act was cut out😏😉)

anywayz

Wow this sounds like a huge pain I hear you thinking was it really that hard to be able to go back and get that kid to record like a few more lines with the VA's of the mice?

christ it must have been if they were forced to finish the movie like this

yet another piece of evidence to my theory is the very end, that long still shot of the side of the cliff where that albatross was hiding with the eagle eggs

barely any animation, just his tiny silhouette moving and him talking the whole time

As someone who has watched a lot of animation and seen a lot of weird decisions made because of the constraints of the budget, it smacks not as a fun idea for a scene but out of a OH FUCK WE HAVE TO RESOLVE THAT THING WITH THE EGGS AND THAT STUPID BIRD AND WE CAN'T USE THE ORIGINAL SCENE WE HAD PLANNED BECAUSE IT ONLY FEATURED THE KID AND EAGLE/THOSE OTHER ANIMALS AND WE CAN'T HAVE HIM AND THE MICE AND THE THIRD GUY TALKING AND WE HAVE TO END THIS MOVIE kind of desperation

so

so anyways thank you all for coming to my ted talk and remember that this is just my fun crackpot tinfoil hat theory I only take half seriously

BUT WAT IF

[captainshurley]

Baby I'm not alright, but I'm okay (Part 2)

Cash Wheeler x f reader

Previous chapter

"Her name is y/n" he said with a sigh. "Don't make me regret it." - said David.

"I'll try," Dan thought to himself, and went back into the house, where it was already getting hot.

As the times went by people began to slowly leave the hospitable Harwood house.

During the evening y/n had time to meet a few new people. One of them introduced himself to her as Phillip. Most of their conversation, if you could call it that, was about himself and what he thought was right. Generally, the girl doesn't mind that sort of thing, but this particular guy crossed the line between interesting storytelling and nerdiness. Most of the time y/n just made a very interested look and nodded in the right places. He didn't seem to need anything else. He talked and talked and talked. He couldn't stop. At one point, it even felt like he hadn't been able to express what he was thinking to anyone for a long time and so he was saying all this y/n. From time to time, he touched either the girl's shoulder or her arm, but her body's reaction was scalding and very unpleasant goosebumps running from the point of touch all over her body. Phill, he himself had asked to be addressed that way, didn't seem to notice it, or didn't want to notice it.

As for y/n herself, she reasoned that it was better to have this kind of company than to stand around the bar all night alone or annoying her best friend. Occasionally she felt someone's eyes on her, but looking around she couldn't find who was looking at her. Scanning the crowd over Phillip's shoulder to amuse herself in some way, y/n saw the familiar profile of a good-looking guy she'd met just inside the doorway of the house.

To be honest, this guy was totally not her type. He seemed to be too easygoing, flirted a lot with different girls, was often the center of attention. Basically, doing all sorts of things that y/n herself would never do.

"What do you think?" for the first time that evening, Phillip asked the girl's opinion on something.

Y/n was a little confused, because while she was looking at the guy in the center of circle of girls, she had completely stopped listening to what Phill was saying.

What saved y/n from an uncomfortable situation was the phone vibrating in her pocket. The screen lit up with "Captain Kirby".

"Sorry, I have a work call. It was nice chatting" apologized the girl with a polite smile and walked through the people to the exit to the backyard.

"Yes, Captain, I got it. I'll be there. Have a good night" the girl closed her eyes, pressed the end call button and tucked her phone back into her pocket.

"Nuisance call?"

A male voice from behind made y/n jump. She hadn't heard the door to the backyard open or the footsteps behind her.

"Just a work call. Boss called to give an assignment for tomorrow" she turned to face the man who came out and smiled friendly "I'm y/n, by the way. We met when you were out on the street."

"Daniel. Nice to meet you. Saw you bored at the bar until Phill kept you company."

"Yeah... Kind of... And no, I wasn't bored, I just prefer to keep people entertained and I hardly know anyone here except the owners or Phillip" the girl tried to justify herself.

"Well, now you know me too.  And I'd love to keep you company, so you don't get bored." Daniel did his best to be charming and make the girl feel comfortable.

"Oh, don't be, I'll be leaving soon. Got some work tomorrow" tried to refuse the man y/n as gently as possible.

"By the way, what’s your job and how do you know the hosts?" decided Wheeler inquired. David had mentioned that she was Maria's best friend and a friend of Harwood himself, but Wheeler hadn't met her before. Not at parties or at the shows Harwood sometimes invited his friends to. Or he hadn't noticed.

"I work as a police patrolman. David is an acquaintance of my brother's, and we met a long time ago when I stopped by my brother's house. With Maria, we hit it off quickly and got along. What about you? Are you a friend of David's? I thought he mentioned a friend of his named Dan. Wait a minute... That's your portrait on the wooden artwork on the wall next to the bar. You must be that 'friend from work'."

Dan grinned "Yes, I guess it's me. I hope David only said nice things about me." Wheeler rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. Y/n for some reason made him a little nervous and feel less confident. He definitely likes her. Quite beautiful in appearance, but also very modest and closed off for some reason. Harwood had mentioned earlier that she'd had a rough time lately and maybe that had affected her, Daniel supposed. "You look beautiful, by the way."

The compliment made the girl's face redden, "Thanks. Yeah, sure, just the good stuff. Blood brother and that kind of thing.” She fell silent and hesitated a little “I'm sorry, but I really have to go. Maybe I'll see you somewhere else, Daniel. Have a good night" began the y/n already saying goodbye.

"Wait, give me your phone number? I'll text you tomorrow and maybe we can go out" tried Wheeler and already pulled out his phone, because usually girls gave him their number without much thought.

"Sorry, but no. I have a lot of work and not much free time" again, not for the first time during the evening, y/n felt ashamed for refusing someone, but that's how he thought it would be better, well, or at least at least honest enough. Not to give false hope.

She smiled sweetly at the man one last time and turned around to leave.

Wheeler was amazed at how quickly their conversation ended. Almost every time he left a party either with a girl, or at least a dozen new numbers in his phone of girls who were always willing to keep him company. But not this time. Yes, he had a few phone numbers added to his phone this evening, but this kind of rejection crossed everything. Still in mild surprise, he slowly put the phone in his jeans pocket and hummed. "Looks like an interesting quest. And I'm going to go on it" he thought and went back to the party. He couldn't remember the rest of the evening the next day.

As y/n drove home, the moments of the past party were replaying in her head. And often, it was the last conversation that replayed in her head. In person, Daniel seemed a little different to her, not like he was around the other people at the party. Yes, he was still trying to flirt with her, but he wasn't being too forward. And, unlike Phillip, he wasn't trying to convince her of anything or talk only about himself. I wondered when the real Daniel had been.

Y/n pulled her phone out of her pocket and decided to google her friend. She doesn’t know his last name, but she knew he worked with David, so it was through him that she had to search.

"Cash Wheeler, hah. Current IWGP, AAA and ROH Tag Team Champion alongside with Dax Harwood. Interesting" she thought. There were quite a few pictures on Wheeler's Instagram with blood, lot of photos from backstage, with David, and many other people. A couple of times there were even photos with Phillip with some strange caption under it. Wheeler was smiling in many of them, but he looked rather arrogant. There were also some photos with people she was once shown by her older brother, who was a big fan of wrestling, including Japanese wrestling. Last year, Daniel even posted a picture of him apparently messing up a football field in Jacksonville, Florida with friends. On Twitter, Wheeler was constantly getting into conflicts with fans. Y/n snorted unhappily at what she saw in front of her. Arrogant, testy, scandalous and clearly loves to grab the attention of the people around him. Gross.

She had read a couple articles and she thought Daniel was a much more interesting and more serious person than he showed himself to others. But maybe he's trying to create a nicer public image of himself this way. Y/n had no way of knowing when Daniel was showing his true colors.

Next chapter

[ashers1997]

Euphorics

Warning this is a 18+ story with smut! No minors!!!

I laughed as I brought the glass to my lips while watching my friends Alexis and Marissa dance. We were at our favorite club, The Euphorics Lounge and Bar, and the night had only just begun. Along with Alexis, Marissa, and I being there, another friend, Miguel, worked at the bar. We could all talk and have a good time together, and also Miguel could give us discounts as a courtesy of the bar. Furthermore, given that we all preferred cheap vodka or tequila over wine and bourbon, our nights were pretty cheap drink-wise. However, even though the drinks are cheap, these nights can get "expensive" in a certain sense. Euphorics is a strip club/bar, and it is incredibly easy to drop hundreds of dollars there without even noticing. However, regardless of the prices, the bar in and of itself is a good time. I often stay near the bar, talking to Miguel while Alexis and Marrisa have fun on the dance floor and near the stage. While I admired strippers, and I always tipped while I was there, I never went out of my way to interact with them. 

"Do you want to join us, y/n!?" Marissa yelled over the music, and I just laughed and shook my head. I loved watching them have fun, but I preferred to stand afar and watch while I drank or smoked. 

She shrugged and continued to dance before pointing towards the stage and mouthing something to Alexis. I heard Alexis say, "Have fun!" before she walked over to me. 

"She's going to get closer to watch her favorite." She said while laughing, and I laughed too. There was one stripper named Jackson that she adored. And, in all fairness, Jackson was a fan of Marissa, too. He always went out of his way to show her attention when they were both at the club. While there was a general liking, there was also explicit knowledge that part of the connection was transactional. 

I smiled and shook my head as I watched them flirt near the stage. "I swear those two need to get together somehow." 

"I know. Either get together or get a room." As we laughed, I saw Alexis's eyes drifting to one of her favorite strippers. 

"Are you going to go say hi to Marcus or just continue to eye fuck him?" 

"Oh, hush." She said, lightly slapping my arm. "I'm going to go over in a minute. I just need to get my cash." 

Since I was seen as "the responsible one," I often looked over their bags on a night out. I didn't guard them or keep them from using their money; Miguel and I just kept them near the bar so we could make sure nobody stole them. 

"Alright, well, you have fun with Marcus. I'll be here." I say as I light up a cigarette and take a long inhale.

She smiled and grabbed her cash before walking over. 

"Is she putting the cash between her…yup she is," I murmur to myself, laughing as I exhale a puff of smoke. Whenever she gave Marcus cash, she only did it one way. She would take a twenty put, the bill between her breasts, and have him take it from there. It made me laugh every time and seemed amusing for both her and Marcus. It was their little game that they played every time. 

As my eyes drifted away from Alexis, I watched the other dancers. They interacted with customers on the floor or from the stage during this time. Sometimes they did pole tricks, but those were typically saved for the main show. As I watched, I noticed that there was a stripper who I didn't recognize. 

He was pretty. He had dark curly hair that fell over his eyes, a lean, slender frame, pale skin, and an infectious smile. I tilted my head and called to Miguel.

"Hey, who's the new guy on stage?"

"Oh, that's Timothée. He's actually been here for roughly a month. He doesn't typically work Saturdays. He's really popular, too." 

"Well, I'm not surprised. He's pretty."

"Yeah, looks like you've caught his attention too."

"What-" I turned back towards the stage and saw him staring…in my direction. 

"He just happened to be looking this way, man. Doubt he was staring at me."

"Sure, y/n. If you want to think that."

I was about to ask what the hell that meant when Alexis bounced back over to us. 

"Did you see me and Marcus?"

"Yes, I did. I see that gag has never gotten old."

"Nope, he loves it. Oh yeah, by the way, who was the guy on stage staring at you?"

"He wasn't staring at me."

"Yes, he was y/n. His name is Timothée, by the way." Miguel said to Alexis with a smirk, and I rolled my eyes. It wouldn't be the first time that anyone from our group tried to set me up with someone on a date. Or set me up to interact with one of the strippers. 

"No. He wasn't."

"I think he was."

"Well, you think wrong," I said with a laugh. "By the way, can I get a refill?" 

"Absolutely." He said as he made another vodka soda for me and slid it over. I took a gulp and looked back towards the stage, immediately noticing that Timothée had disappeared. 

"Besides, what was it for even if he was looking at me? Plenty of other people here are a thousand times more attractive than I am." 

"Um, y/n, I think he was looking at you," Alexis said while laughing and looking past me to my right.

"Oh yeah? And what makes you say that-" I was cut off as someone suddenly stood in front of me and, wouldn't you know it? It was Timothée. He had placed his arms on either side of me, trapping me in so I couldn't run away, which I desperately wanted to do now. 

"I can confirm I was looking at you. What are you drinking, by the way?" Timothée asked before he took my drink out of my hand and took a sip. 

"Mmm, vodka soda. A nice classic." He put the drink back in my hand, and I stared at him incredulously momentarily. He was even more attractive up close. And whatever cologne he had was the perfect mixture of muskiness and sweetness. As I stared, he smirked at me, and I realized he knew what he was doing. He was just the type to enjoy fucking with someone and making them flustered. 

As I came to my senses, I reached into my pocket, pulled out a twenty-dollar bill, and held it in front of me. 

"Oh, I won't take it from you that way." 

"Why not? It's a perfectly good bill. Do you want more?" I say, completely willing to give more but unsure.

"I said I'm not going to take it that way, never said I wouldn't take it." I stared at him blankly before asking the obvious question, "Well, how will you take it?"

He smirked and murmured in a low voice, "Put it in between your teeth."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. Put. It. Between. Your. Teeth." I stared back in disbelief. As much as I wanted to believe he wasn't being serious, I could tell that, unbelievably, he was. I let out a sharp laugh. 

"You're kidding."

"I'm so sorry to disappoint you, Pretty Thing, but I'm not. Put it between your teeth, and I'll take it." 

"Pretty Thing? You're giving me nicknames now?"

"Is there something wrong with it? I'm only calling you Pretty Thing because you are, and I don't know your name." 

"My name is y/n. And if I'm a Pretty Thing, then you're a fucking tease."

"Oh, I know I am, darling. Now, will you give me that money properly and how I want it or not?" I wanted to shove the money back in my pocket, but part of me also wanted so desperately to see what he would do. So, unbelievingly, I brought the bill to my mouth and bit down with my teeth, smirking at him as if to say, "Try me." And try me, he did. He leaned forward and bit down on the other side of the bill with his teeth. I was in so much shock that I let go. He laughed as he leaned back, finally setting me free from the cage that was his arms. 

He took the bill out of his mouth and looked at it before placing a kiss on it. 

"This bill is incredibly special to me now. Tell me, are you doing anything after the show?"

"Going home." I practically spit out through gritted teeth. I was still in complete shock at what had just happened and utterly embarrassed. 

"Well…" He said, reaching around me and grabbing a napkin and a pen from the bar. "Why don't you meet me after the show backstage, hm? Hand this to the bouncer, and he'll let you in." 

He handed me the napkin, and on it was a small note that said "Meet me backstage," some numbers and his signature. 

"I look forward to seeing you, my Pretty Thing." He said, gripping my chin before he walked away, waving the money a bit to remind me of what had just happened. 

"What the fuck was that?"

"I have no idea, but I think he likes you," Alexis said while half laughing, clearly in shock. 

"Miguel, what is this, by the way?" I ask, showing him the letter I was handed. 

"Oh damn, he really likes you," Miguel said, reading the note while he cleaned a glass. 

"Why is that?"

"Well, this is basically an invitation to either just hang out backstage or fuck. Could go either way depending on what you want." 

"You have got to be kidding me."

"Hey, take it as a compliment. He's clearly attracted to you." 

I rolled my eyes and shoved the napkin into my pocket, trying to forget everything that just happened. 

"You're not going to use it?" Alexis asked, surprised.

"Why the fuck would I?" 

"Because it would be a good time, in my opinion." 

"Yeah, I don't think so." 

"Well, regardless of your decision, I want to watch the show right now. If we leave tonight without you seeing him backstage, I at least want to leave on a fun note." 

"I will not meet him backstage, but I will watch the floor show with you," I say, handing my glass back to Miguel and nodding at him for another refill. I took out another cigarette and lit it up. I discarded the other one in an ashtray during the exchange with Timothée and decided to light another. 

"Yay!" Alexis exclaimed. "Let's go up front." She started off without me as I grabbed my drink, and my mouth opened. 

"Up front? You have got to be kidding me." I followed her to the front, looking ahead at the stage and realizing that where we were about to sit would be incredibly close to the stage and even worse off. Close to Timothée. 

As we sat down at a table, I looked up at the stage and watched as all of the strippers got into place. Timothée was positioned roughly in front of me, and I was doing everything I could not to stare at him. I hadn't really noticed his outfit before due to shock, but now I had noticed it. He wore tight black pants, black sneakers made for the stage, and a loose silky black button-up. He had also left the top few buttons undone to expose his skin. I had to admit he looked amazing, but I also wanted to ignore how good he looked. I knew the more I looked at him, the more pleased he would be with how flustered he made me. 

As the lights dimmed, I heard the song "S/M" by Rhianna come on, and to say I wasn't surprised would be an understatement. An entire song about sadomasochism in a strip club? Yeah, that's to be expected. 

All of the strippers began their routine, and I admired how they twisted and turned their bodies. While most of the moves invoked similar moves with grinding and sex, there was a certain elegance to what they were doing that appealed to me. As the song continued, a couple of the guys moved to the floor and started interacting with crowd members. I turned to Alexis, who was eagerly looking over towards Marcus. 

"Hey, do you know if Timothée typically goes down to the floor?" I asked over the music. 

"I haven't heard anything about him doing that, but maybe?" She turned her attention back to Marcus, and I turned my gaze to the stage. I let out a small sigh of relief as I saw that Timothée appeared to be staying up there. Perhaps he didn't do floor work, which would honestly be a miracle. But just as I was relaxing, he suddenly ran to the edge and jumped off. A bunch of cries from girls erupted from the crowd, all attempting to grasp his attention and pull him towards them. I saw him look around and start walking towards a group of girls, and I let out a small sigh of relief. Even if he was down on the floor, maybe he would pay attention to the other customers. 

As I turned my attention towards that direction, he suddenly spun around and made eye contact with me. 

"Shit," I mumbled to myself. He walked over to me in this stalking motion. Almost as if he were a predator catching his prey. That's what I currently felt like his prey. He walked over and then circled around my chair. I avoided eye contact as much as I could, but then, as I was looking down, Timothée suddenly sat in my lap. He gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him. Oh my gosh. This fucker was smirking at me, smirking. 

"I think I want to play with you, Pretty Thing." I felt like my eyes were locked on his. It was like I couldn't look away at how captivating his eyes were. They were a sparkling green, and with his accompanying dark and grungy eye makeup, they looked even brighter. His eyes were also incredibly seducing in and of themselves. He kept his eyelids low to make him enticing, and as much as I hated to admit it…it worked. 

I heard "S/M" reaching its crescendo in the background, but everything sounded muffled. I was too distracted by how Timothée was still gripping my chin, how our eyes were locked, and how he was grinding on me with so much force and desperation. 

He let out a low chuckle as I glared at him. I knew that despite my glaring, he could tell that at least part of me felt good. Somehow, despite how enveloped I was in him, I could reach into my pocket and pull out another twenty-dollar bill. He looked down at it and then back at me. 

"You know I won't take it that way Pretty Thing, give it to me properly." My glare darkened as I reluctantly put the bill between my teeth. I could barely maintain eye contact with Timothée as he leaned in, pushing my chin up slightly before biting the other side of the bill. He winked at me as my teeth released the bill, and his hand released my chin. He stood up and walked away with all the other dancers as the song ended. 

They finished the dance by jutting their hips in the air, and suddenly, the lights all lowered again. The crowd cheered, and some screamed, but my ears were ringing. Part of me wanted to be mad, and part of me wanted to enjoy how undeniably sexy that was. 

I stayed seated until the lights came back on. I looked down at my drink and then suddenly gulped down what was left before looking at Alexis. She smiled at me, and I just gave her a "Really?" kind of stare. 

"Oh, come on. You cannot look at me and tell me that what he did to you wasn't hot." 

"I can actually."

"Oh my god." She said with an exasperated sigh. Despite her sigh, she smiled. "You need to learn to enjoy yourself." 

"I'll enjoy myself when I'm not being relentlessly teased by a stripper who calls me 'Pretty Thing.'"

"You know most people would be incredibly jealous of you and would love to take your spot."

I rolled my eyes with a smile as we both got up from the table and walked back to the bar. The club was going to be closing soon. I hadn't even realized how late it was until I looked at the clock. It was already 1:00 in the morning. I was grateful I worked from home because tomorrow would be a rough day. I was praying I had Gatorade or PediaLite in the fridge.

"Alright, guys, come close out your tabs!" Miguel yelled out. I walked over and put my card down, and so did Alexis. Marissa was walking over as well and quickly put hers down. I wasn't much of a drinker, so my tab total came to about $35, and plus the two twenties I had given, I had spent roughly $75. Honestly, that was how much I spent on longer night excursions such as these, and I was pleased. Alexis and Marissa had spent somewhere near $100 each, but they drank a lot more than I did. It seemed cheap, but the drinks we got were the cheapest on the menu and the lowest quality. The club often made its money from the few high rollers who came in buying expensive bourbon and lap dances all night. 

"Dang, I spent that much?" Marissa asked, shaking her head. 

"Don't worry, girlie, I feel you," Alexis added, looking at her bill. 

"I wasn't too bad tonight."

"You never are, y/n. This is why we call you the responsible one." Marissa said with a sigh. "Oh yeah, I saw you get that lap dance during the show. Pretty hot, huh." 

I let out an exasperated sigh and shook my head. Alexis gave me a light shove with a laugh before letting Marissa know what had happened earlier.

"Oh my god, that's amazing. You're going to see him, right?"

"And why would I do that, Mari?"

"At least give it a shot. I think it could be good for you!" I stared at her as she shrugged with a smile and walked over to get her stuff with Alexis. I turned to Miguel, hoping to find some sane advice, only to be met with his knowing smirk. He could see that I was at least somewhat attracted to Timothée and what he did, and he could also see my bubbling curiosity about what would happen backstage.

"You know what I'm going to say to you, man." He said, cleaning some glasses while he spoke to me. I looked at him, Alexis, and Marissa, and finally down at my pocket. I pulled the napkin out and then turned to face where the back was. Did I want to do this? Did I want to see what Timothée wanted with me? 

"Do it, y/n. You know you'll regret it if you don't." Alexis said knowingly. I wanted to walk out, to shove the napkin back in my pocket to somehow prove them wrong, but I just couldn't. 

"Alright, I'll do it, but nothing is going to happen," I said while looking back at them before walking over to the stage doors. I reached the bouncer and handed him the letter. 

"I was told to give this to you," I said, feeling my cheeks flush with embarrassment. The bouncer looked at the note, smiled, and opened the door. 

"He's the only one with a room on this side. Door will be to your right." I nodded and walked in, looking behind me one last time at my friends cheering me on. What the hell was I walking into? 

I shook my head as I wandered down a hallway and found Timothée's door. I took a deep breath and slowly opened it. I stepped in and saw Timothée sitting on the bed, smoking a cigarette and staring at the ceiling. However, once I stepped in, he quickly tilted his head and looked over at me. He immediately got a massive grin on his face and hopped off his bed and over to me.

"You decided to come, Pretty Thing." 

"Yeah, well, I got curious," I said, brushing past him and trying to keep my cool as I sat on the bed and leaned back against the wall. I looked around the room and saw that it was fairly simple. He had LED lights that were, unsurprisingly, red, a small vanity, and some clothes. I could see some shiny objects in his closet but couldn't tell what they were. On the bed next to me also lay a pack of cigarettes. I picked it up and looked at him.

"Can I have one?" 

"Use this one instead." He said in a low voice, walking over to me and handing me his own. I took the cigarette from his fingers, finding it difficult to maintain eye contact with him. I brought it to my lips and inhaled, breaking eye contact as I did to watch the smoke. 

"Thanks," I murmured in a soft voice. 

"Of course, my Pretty Thing." My eyes shot back up at him, and I suddenly sat up straight. 

"Why did you want me back here? You don't even know me."

"No, but I would like to know you." He said with a knowing smirk.

"You just love fucking with me, huh?"

"Personally, I would prefer to fuck you, but…sure." I opened and closed my mouth in disbelief. No one had ever been that bold with me before. I didn't even know what to say. I leaned back again and took another long inhale. 

"Something wrong? Has no one ever told you that they wanted to fuck you before?"

"No. And even if they did say that, typically they would start with 'Let's go out on a date.'" 

"I'm sorry I didn't take you out on a date tonight. I'll gladly take you on one this week, though. I was just impatient and wanted to be with you."

"Oh, is that why you grinded on me earlier, made me give you money with my teeth, and eye fucked me?" I asked with a slight venom in my voice. I wanted to come across as unbothered, but my mask was slipping. 

He looked at me before walking towards me again like he had earlier. Like I was his prey, and he was stalking me before he pounced. I watched as he slowly walked to the bed, got on, and then leaned over me, trapping me with his arms. 

"You loved everything I did to you, though, did you not?" I opened and closed my mouth, unable to find the words I wanted to say. 

He reached down, plucked the cigarette from my hand, and inhaled before holding it out to me. 

"Go on. Take a puff." I reached to take it, but he pulled back. 

"Ah, ah, ah. I said take a puff. Not take it from my hand to take a puff." I let out a low sigh, leaned forward, and took a long draw. 

"That's my Pretty Thing. Tell me, have you exchanged smoke before?" I nodded. I had exchanged smoke once. Alexis had wanted to try it, so I taught her. It was when one person took a hit of something and basically "fed" it to the other person through a kiss. 

"Will you indulge me, please?" He asked, looking at me with those seductive yet challenging eyes. I looked at him, looked at the cigarette, and then back at him. 

"Try me, you tease," I said in a low voice. Timothée let out a low chuckle and then reached down. He gripped my chin with his right hand as he took a long draw from the cigarette. I watched as he leaned in, and I closed my eyes. It wasn't that I didn't want to look. It was that I didn't know how to look at this man whom I had just met while we basically made out to exchange cigarette smoke. 

I opened my mouth slightly as our lips met and inhaled deeply. I heard a small sigh escape past my lips as I exhaled and felt my cheeks get red with embarrassment immediately. I finally opened my eyes and looked up at Timothée. I saw he was smirking again.

"That was a cute noise, Pretty Thing. I hope I can draw some more out of you." 

"Fat chance." I spit out as I watched him put the cigarette in an ashtray. 

"Oh, don't lie to me. You fucking loved that. You love what I do to you." I wanted to deny it, tell him he was delusional, but I couldn't. I did love it. And I hated that I loved it. 

"Tell me, do you love it because you're simply enjoying the indulgence, or is it that no one has ever given you this kind of attention before." I looked away and didn't answer. He was still leaning over me, I was still embarrassed from my sigh, and I felt so overwhelmed with everything. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him lean in, and then, as he spoke, I felt his hot breath ghost over my ear. 

"Let me give you that attention you deserve. Let me make you feel good." I turned back and sat up again, wondering if I could bolt out of his arms. 

"And how do you plan to do that? Hm? You've only just met me, you know."

"I know. And you know you're in my room at a strip club, right? Take a guess as to what I want to do to you." 

"You're insane."

"And you fucking love it. Now are you going to let me please you Pretty Thing or no?" I felt myself sinking into the bed; it was like I wanted to say no because I knew better, but this other part of me adored how desired I felt that I just wanted to give in. I wanted to kiss him, let him show me how well he could touch and pleasure me. I wanted to feel his lips and hands all over my body. I wanted to feel just how badly he wanted me.

I looked up at him, feeling any of my ability to fight back slip away as I said, "Please, Timothée…" And that was all he needed to hear. 

He leaned in and kissed me deeply, parting my lips with his tongue as his hands worked their way underneath my shirt so he could feel my skin. 

"Fuck you're lips are so soft…" He mumbled in a low voice as he continued to kiss me. 

I reached up and tangled my fingers in his hair, loving their texture. I continued to kiss him as I grinded my hips back against his, somehow hoping that this could serve as a payback for earlier. And, in a way, it did. I heard Timothée let out a low moan as he jutted his hips back and gripped my waist tightly. 

"Who's the tease now?" He asked as he bit down on my lip, causing me to let out a quiet moan. 

"That's it. Sing to me with those moans." 

We slowly maneuvered our way on the bed so we were lying down with him on top and me underneath. I rolled my hips against his and whimpered as I felt his hands start to pull at my jeans. 

"What are you doing?" I gasped out in between kisses. 

"I want to taste you." He said in a low voice. 

"We were both just in a bar with a bunch of people that feel like it's a million degrees. I probably was sweating." I say, gasping between breaths as I pull back. 

"And? I was just dancing a while ago."

"I don't even know if it's properly shaved. You don't have to" 

"First off, I want to and once again: and? Why would I care if you were or weren't properly shaved?" He asked while looking at me in a completely confused manner. I looked down, slightly ashamed. 

"Has no one ever…ate you out before?" I shook my head no. 

"My last partner had said that was disgusting and never did, so I just assumed no one would ever do that."

"Well, respectfully, you're last partner was a fool to pass up on that opportunity." I couldn't make eye contact with Timothée and kept looking down until he reached up and grabbed my chin. 

"Hey, I promise you I will love it. If you take care of yourself and keep yourself clean, it will taste heavenly, and I can already tell you to do both. Please…let me indulge you." I stared back at Timothée and slowly nodded. I wanted to know what it felt like to experience that, and I would be lying if I didn't admit that having someone as skilled as Timothée eating me out seemed divine. 

"Good toy." He mumbled as he moved his hand from my chin to my throat and wrapped it around me. The vibes had just completely shifted, and I loved every fucking second. 

"Lean back, Pretty Thing." He said softly as he pushed against my throat slightly. I leaned back as he let go and just stared at the ceiling while I heard him unbuckling my pants. Never in my life had I expected to be eaten out by a stripper I had just met. I was about to tell Timothée one last time that he didn't have to do it if he didn't want to, when my voice suddenly caught in my throat. Just as I was about to tell him that, I felt something hot and wet lick a strip up my slit. The only thing that escaped from my throat was a long groan as my eyes rolled back into my head and fluttered shut. 

"That's it, pretty thing." He mumbled, his voice slightly muffled and distorted, and he continued to lick up my slit. "Give those moans to me…fuck you taste good." He licked up my slit one more time before pushing his tongue past my outer labia and in deep. I let out another moan as my hands gripped the sheets and my hips rolled up. 

"Mmm…grind on my face baby…come on, give me your delicious cum." He moaned against me before he went silent and started only eating me out. My hands frantically found his head, and I weaved my fingers in his hair, gripping lightly as I moaned. I gently pushed on his head, making him start to eat me out faster while my hips continued to roll against his face. 

"Fuckkk…" I moaned out. I had never known that someone eating me out could feel so heavenly. Dear god, I didn't want it to end. As he continued to lick my pussy lips, I felt something slowly slide inside of me and start pumping in and out. He had slid a single finger inside while he continued to lick, suck, and kiss my pussy. Quickly, I had turned into a shaking and moaning mess underneath him. 

I felt an unexpected pressure then and let out a small "Fuck Timothée." as my back arched. He had slid another finger inside of me while he had started sucking and kitten-licking my clit. His tongue was so incredibly skilled and fast that I could feel myself unraveling. No one had ever made me feel this good before; hell, even I had never made myself feel this good. 

I could feel my hips jutting upwards as Timothée continued to fuck me with his tongue and fingers, and I could also feel an orgasm approaching incredibly fast. 

"Timothée…please I-" I gasped out, grinding my pussy against his tongue, causing him to growl. 

"That's it…grind your pussy against my face. Cum. Now." On command, I listened. I came harder than I ever had before. I felt myself squirting a little, too, as I feverishly rubbed my clit against Timothée's tongue. I rode out high with my head tilted back as moans, groans, and whimpers escaped me. Finally, my hips stuttered forward as I rode out the last wave of my orgasm. 

"Fuck." I groaned out as I slowly sat up. As I did, I watched as Timothée slowly sat up as well. He looked at me briefly before he pressed against me and kissed me. 

"See. I told you that you would taste heavenly. It's like an aphrodisiac, isn't it?" I nodded silently as I looked at him and then slowly looked down at the tent in his pants. 

"You want some help?" I asked, slightly out of breath. He smirked and leaned back so he could sit upright. He quickly undid his jeans and then did a "come hither" motion with his finger. I slowly got up and crawled over. 

I was on my knees looking at him before he gripped my chin and drew me in. 

"Take my cock out and suck Pretty Thing." He let go forcefully, and I did as I was told. As I took it out, I felt my eyes widen. He was big, and he looked delicious. 

I slowly leaned down and wrapped my lips around their cock, and forced it as deep as I could into my mouth. I heard them let out a low moan and a soft "Fuck, that feels good, Pretty Thing…" before I continued. I jerked him off with my hands every once in a while to match the rhythm of my sucking their cock. And, every time I moaned, they jutted their hips up, forcing their cock deeper inside of my mouth. I felt them entangle their fingers into my hair and force me to go deeper. At one point, I gagged on their cock as my lips met their base before I was suddenly tugged up. I stared up at them with lidded eyes as I licked their precum from my lips. 

"Fuck…" Timothée groaned out before pushing me back down again, making me kiss their base and gag before pulling me up again. He did this a few times, pushing on the back of my head with his hand, causing me to deepthroat their cock and gag again and again. My eyes were rolling back in my head due to pleasure. 

"God, I'm going to cum…" He growled out before holding my head in place as his hips jutted up, and he came. I swallowed every last drop as he came into my mouth, and when he finally pulled me up, I gasped for air. 

"You did such a good job for me, Pretty Thing." He huffed out, looking at me. I looked back and closed my eyes as he leaned in and kissed me. 

As we kissed, I felt him turn his body and start pushing me down against the sheets again. I heard rustling and felt movement, and as I reached up to wrap my arms around his neck, my hand made contact with his skin. I opened my eyes as we separated from our kiss and stared. 

He looked otherworldly. He was so beyond beautiful and seductive that I was losing myself in him. He reached down and started helping me get my shirt off, and as he tossed it to the side, his eyes raked up and down my body. I went to cover myself, but he took my hands and held them down. 

"Don't. Cover. Yourself." He growled out as he looked down at me, fucking me with his eyes. 

"Fuck you are so beautiful. I can't wait to ravish you." He let go of one of my arms and then reached down and positioned the head of his cock at the entrance of my pussy. 

"Are you ready?"

I nodded. "Please, Timothée…fuck me." He let out a low growl and thrust into me, making me let out a low moan as my head fell back against the pillow. As my mind drifted, they started fucking me rougher. My arms splayed above my head, and my legs desperately tried to hold themselves up. But, I was so utterly lost in lust that they kept slipping. They responded as I reached my arms down to hold them up. 

"Don't you even think about it, Pretty Thing," before gripping my thighs and pulling me closer. They gripped my legs so they would be held further up, and when they did, oh my God, did it feel magnificent. They were plunging inside of me so deeply that my moans and groans became more erratic. Fuck it felt so good.

As Timothée plunged into me, I felt him grip my chin and force me to look at him again. God those eyes…They were so heavily lidded that I just drowned in them. He leaned down and kissed me as he jutted his hips forward, his hand caressing my body as if to try and memorize every inch. It was all too much. I wanted more of him; I wanted him to be deeper. And it seemed that he wanted to be deeper, too.

They leaned down and growled, "Get on your hands and knees." 

As they took their cock out, I flipped myself over. I was about to lower myself when suddenly they grabbed my hair and tugged me back while swiftly plunging inside of me. I let out a cry as they started fucking me roughly again. They were going much deeper this time, and I saw stars. They went from just brushing against my g-spot to brushing against my cervix. I don't know what on earth possessed me to utter my words, but I couldn't control myself. We were dealing with a version of myself that I had never met before, a being who craved lust and found themselves unsatiated. 

“Please…deeper…rougher…" I had unleashed a beast. I felt them grab onto my hips, my head falling against the pillow as they pounded into me. I honestly don't know how they managed to contain themselves, but they were finding a way. As they pounded into me, they growled. 

"You want it deeper, Pretty Thing? Do you want to take every fucking inch of my cock like a dirty whore?"

"God…Timothée, I need to c-cum!" I choked out. 

"Cum with me, Pretty Thing…Cum with me now." He groaned into my ear before he roughly pressed his lips against mine. 

We let out a cacophony of moans, groans, whimpers, and growls as we feverishly grinded against each other. At the same time, we came, making an absolute mess of ourselves and the bed. 

As we rode out our orgasms, our cries became softer and our movements slower before we came to a slow halt. 

"Fuck…" Timothée gasped out with a small laugh. "Aren't you glad you came back here, Pretty Thing?" 

"I'd hit you now if I wasn't so exhausted." 

"Eh. I'm into that."

"Oh my god," I exclaimed with a laugh. "Get out of me."

"As you wish, Pretty Thing." He hissed as he slowly slid out of me and flopped next to me on the bed, and I rested on my side. He turned onto his side to face me and slowly leaned in and kissed me. 

"I think you'll be staying here for the night, y/n. Don't worry, there's a shower." 

I let out a sigh, knowing he was right. I was in no shape to be walking home, and my friends were absolutely long gone by now. I nodded before reaching over to the floor and finding my pants. I grabbed my phone and pulled it out to text Alexis, Marissa, and Miguel to let them know I was safe and where I would be staying. I was met with messages from all of them saying. "Have fun! ;)" And I laughed. They knew me so well. I threw my phone to the side and turned to face Timothée.

"How about that shower?"

"Sounds good…I bet you'll feel even better in there." I gave him a light slap on the shoulder, and we laughed a little before he leaned in and started kissing me roughly again.

It was about to be a long day…

[misc-obeyme]

OKAY I'M WRITING THIS ON THE BUS TO WORK I'VE GOT 40 MINUTES AND PRAYING NO ONE LOOKS OVER MY SHOULDER.

Hello it's been over a month since the last part 😭 I've lost the groove. But uhh remember how I said Dia is a sponsor for the tour? He definitely ropes Belphie into attending some shows for promo pics. Belphie is going to attend the very first concert stop that night (there's maybe like four before the show in their city or something)

I'm thinking Lucifer is checking in on Mammon when I burst into the shop, running late but still making a stop for breakfast. Mammon slides my order towards me, waving his hand when I try to pay. Cue me glaring at him and stuffing a $20 bill in his tip jar BECAUSE HE CAN'T KEEP TRYING TO GIVE SOLOMON AND I FREE FOOD.

And he scoffs because I know I don't carry cash, BUT NOW I HAVE TO BC I GOTTA TO PAY HIM !! SIR !! YOU'LL GO OUT OF BUSINESS !! Lucifer is watching this all with a raised eyebrow. (He definitely makes his family pay. Luke is the only other one to get free stuff.)

anyway when I'm reaching for my drink he grabs my wrist impulsively because he notices I'm wearing new bracelets ??

"The hell are these?"

"I made them for my concert! Y'know, the one I keep talking about? Where I didn't come for a while because I had no money? It's in a couple days !!"

of course he knows about the concert. he knows about it, but Solomon and him kept forgetting the exact date. He also forgot to ask beg Lucifer to ask Dia for tickets.

"Why're ya making bracelets?" At the same time Lucifer asks "Concert? What concert?" because he did NOT know I was attending. He was actually planning to stop by after finishing checking on Mammon to present me with tickets.

"Fall Out Boy! My favorite band ever? The one I'm always playing in the shop? They're coming here! And I bought tickets so long ago and I'm so excited because it's my first concert and they're my favorite band ever and *wheezes for air* AND I GOT FLOOR SEATS TOO AND THEY'RE LIKE RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE AND I CAN'T WAIT AND TO TRADE BRACELETS- ohmygod I'm even more late now okay bye guys!"

And Lucifer is kinda sitting there shocked. He doesn't know why he didn't expect me to buy tickets. Now he must recalculate.

"Hey Lucifer..." With the tone he used to use when he wanted to borrow money before starting the cafe. "I'm not bailing you out of bankruptcy for giving away food to your crushes." "C-CRUSHES? W-WHA? WHO SAID THAT, I AIN'T SAY NOTHIN LIKE THAT-" "Mammon." "Damn it, Lucifer, that ain't what I was gonna ask! I was gonna ask... Diavolo's sponsoring this thing, ain't he?" "And what of it if he is?" "...Ya think he has two extra tickets? I'll pay for 'em no problem. I just don't want her going alone, ya know?"

And Lucifer stares at him for a long time. So long Mammon is getting nervous, wringing a rag in his hands. And it clicks for Lucifer how he'll save this.

"Find out what seat she's purchased and let me know. I'll ask Diavolo and see what I can do. No promises, Mammon."

And Mammon practically beams while letting out a big breath. He nods enthusiastically and texts Solomon 'I need to find out what seat that ticket she bought is' to not forget, because he knows he'll be texting Solomon later anyway and will see the last message he sent, so he's sure to not forget. Foolproof plan.

"You need just two tickets, or three seats together?"

"...Three seats together. I said two tickets because she already has one, don't she? One for me, one for Solomon."

"Interesting. I'll let you know."

"Eh?! What is that supposed to mean?!"

okay uhh next part is gonna have beel and belphie i think at the cafe visiting mammon!! im happy to be writing this again. I did make bracelets when I attended this concert but I only made twenty the night before 😭 I had procrastinated so long and debated because I was too afraid of going up to people to hand them out. But I did get to trade !! I still have all the one's I got.

Um umm I had other things to say I'm forgetting. I looked up from my phone and panicked because I thought I missed my stop o(-( nah it was just construction making everything unrecognizable

have i named my mc before? i can't remember. i just keep avoiding using her name akwkwjd oops

OKAY BYE HAVE A GOOD DAY, MANAGED TO FINISH THIS BEFORE GETTING TO MY STOP

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MC NAME REVEAL, READY GO~

LOL but seriously, I have not heard her name and now I wish to know it! I know YOUR name of course, since I have stalked your blog a bit since you came off anon~ ah sorry if that's creepy~

But anyway!!

Lucifer to the rescue!!! What a guy, he's so nice in this story but still totally himself I love it~

Mammon giving away food to his crushes ;asldkfjdf and OF COURSE the only other one who gets free food is Luke that's so cuuuuuute!

I also LOVE the detail of Mammon texting Solomon something so that he'll remember it. It tells us so much about Mammon (ADHD lol), but it also speaks volumes about his relationship with Solomon at this point, too. Because if you know you're going to be texting someone that often, then they must be pretty important to you. And also you must feel comfortable with them if you're texting them little reminders for yourself. I just think this is a really cute detail~

Anyway, as always, I'm here for this sweet story!!