#and sometimes you just need to throw a dumb joke in there at the end

[atalana]

so the good place is widely lauded on this site for its takes on morality and capitalism, which i totally agree with

but i think it should get more recognition for the line "all humans are aware of death. so we're all a little bit sad all the time. that's just the deal. we don't get offered any better ones. and if you try and ignore your sadness, it just ends up leaking out of you anyway. i've been there, and everybody's been there. so don't fight it. in the words of a very wise bed bath and beyond employee i once knew - go ahead and cry all you want. but you're gonna have to pay for that toilet plunger."

[hecateslore]

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supervisor!simon

this one's a little hefty.

When you get home you throw your bag on the couch and let out a sigh. Your phone rings in your pocket, pull it out quickly answering it noticing the companies number, “Simon I swear to god-” 

“It’s not Simon.” Johnny’s voice was heard through the, “Johnny!” your eyes widen, you wipe the snot from under your nose. “Are you okay?” his voice thick with concern, you could almost see his thick brows furrowing as he spoke. “Yeah, I’m good.” You say, nose stuffy.  “Didn’t look too good when you left.” he chuckles. 

“I uh, I quit.” you purse your lips awaiting his response. “Oh.” you shut your eyes tightly at his response, “ What are you gonna do about work?” smacking yourself on the forehead, what are you going to do? You didn’t think you were gonna quit this early, with no response from your bestie's manager, anxiety started to build. “That’s a wonderful question.”  you let out a nervous laugh. “Also, how’d you get my number?” you stand with your hand on your hip, phone held between your cheek and shoulder, “Linda.” You felt like you just pushed your firstborn in front of a bus, leaving the beauty that she is. 

“Oh, Linda.” You feel the tears well in your eyes. God Simon was such an ass, to You, to Victor, to the old hires. “I’ll text you later, I gotta go.” Johnny says in a quick hushed tone. You hear the phone click and you wipe your eyes. You sit on the couch trying to figure out what your next move is. 

You're one step ahead, done with the emotional taxing job. Now you need to find a job, you remember the hot pink flier that said “now hiring” in the supermarket. Only downside is that it doesn't pay much. But you need a job now. Only until you can find something with better pay. 

There’s that cafe around the corner, but not too many people go in there.That one furniture store that always says they’re going out of business. You groan and put your head in your hands. 

- 

Simon walked past your empty desk wondering when would be a good time to reach out so you can gather your things, also so he could maybe apologize. Your knick-knacks sat on your desk, the pen where you left it. It was all Johnny's fault. He distracted you. Simon felt like you and him were getting somewhere. Like when you told him you weren’t going to quit (oh he’s delu). 

He had a chance to turn it all around, you were starting to get the hang of things. Not wearing your headphones, talking to him a little. Sometimes saying hi. He’d see Johnny making goo goo eyes at you. The way you two would joke around, and how you would slightly push his arm when he made an inappropriate joke. 

Simon’s eyes skimmed the office, Johnny sat at his desk ducking behind his screen on the phone. Simon wasn’t dumb, Simon’s observant. Narrowing his eyes he could hear Johnny’s voice speaking lowly, light chuckles and he swears he can almost hear you on the other end. 

Feeling like he wants to run over to his desk, Simon walks quietly to Johnny's desk hoping to catch him on the phone. Pale blue eyes catch onto Simon and Johnny hangs up the phone quickly. “Who’s that?” Simon asks. “Just some customer.” Simon only nods, “What’d they want?” Simon quizzed. “Uh life insurance” Simon raises his eyebrows, “Why’d you hang up?” 

“They didn’t need it.” Johnny tried his best to sound convincing. “They didn’t need life insurance?” Simon could only smirk at his answer, “Why don’t  they need life insurance anymore?” Simon knew what he was doing, trying to get Johnny to confess. He used to do it all the time.

He’d try to break people down with the most simple questions, making them stumble over their words, back track. He’d make them really think. Simon knew it was you on the phone. He saw the way Johnny's eyes followed you out of the office. The way his body language changed after you left. “You know the people and the policies Si.” Johnny chuckled. 

“And you couldn’t find them a better plan?” He could see the gears turning in the poor guy’s head. “They didn’t want to hear it.” Johnny falters. “I’m sure.” He sighed. “I’ll let you get back to it then.” 

-

Tuesday Simon sat at his desk with his door wide open, watching Johnny answer phone calls, Seeing him twist the phone cord and chuckle. Sometimes ducking his head every time he needed to have a laugh. Johnny was smart, but not as smart as Simon. He knew what you two were up to. He knew every time you called. So he decided to catch Johnny in a little trap. 

Simon checked your work file, getting your number he dials it on the company phone. Your phone rings only once before you answer, “Johnny, you’re gonna get in trouble-” Simon almost wants to gag. “So you’re the one calling about life insurance?” Simon taunts. Dead silence is heard on your end, “Why’re you calling.” You sound mad and He notes your tone, it's bitter and spiteful. “Cause your stuff is here.” He smirks, kicking his feet up on his desk. 

-

On the other side of the phone you’re laying in bed on your computer filling out applications. “I'll pick it up on friday.” You roll your eyes, hoping he can hear it. “Why not today?” Simon’s voice deep on the phone. Which is very different from Johnny's. Johnny goofs around a lot, poking fun at people from your old job, laughing at the text messages you send. Johnny’s lighthearted. He’s cutesy, Simon’s not. Simon’s like that Itch you can’t scratch. That stray cat you feed, who won’t stay with you but wants your food. 

“I have stuff to do” You huff. “Like what?” His gravelly voice makes a weird feeling in your stomach. “Like, none of your business.” Simon only laughs at your response. “Why’d you call?” You grumble. “Because you need to pick up your stuff.” 

“That’s not happening today.” Simon only hums at your answer. “So it’s happening Friday?” You pull the phone away from your face to roll your eyes yet again, “Yes, Simon.” you answer annoyed. You both are silent for a moment, “You know you could come back whenever you want, right?” Simon confesses. “I’m not.” You say and hear Simon's deep breath on the other end. 

“Is that all?” Annoyance still in your voice. “That’s all.” (okay miranda priestly!!!!) Simon says and the phone clicks. You let out a deep sigh. You feel hot from the phone call (great simon, now my chussy’s wet!) His voice sounded so deep, like he’d been napping all day. That was the downside of quitting, no more eye candy. Simon was so handsome until he opened that mouth of his. He was so smooth sometimes. Like when there’d be something wrong with your computer and he’d hover over you to fix it. Just effortlessly handsome. He was so mean to you though. Maybe he didn’t mean it, maybe that’s who he was because of the military. Or maybe he was just that way because he just is.

Your phone rings again, the supermarket’s number on your screen. You’d been emailing the store's manager, going back and forth about a potential position for you. The best they could do was a cashier which you thanked whatever God that was out there. 

“When’s the earliest you can come in?” The lady on the other line asked, “Is Thursday okay?” you ask , “That’s the earliest for you?” the lady’s voice monotone. “Uh,y-yeah.” you stammer a bit. “Uniforms a black shirt and black pants come in at 7. I’ll have someone to train you.” You almost jump off your bed, a temporary job secured. Step two is now in motion. 

“Okay thank you!” You say cheesing extremely hard. Once you hear the other end click, you flop on your bed face first, squealing into your mattress. 

-

Wednesday, Simon walked into the office with a wide grin on his face. Saying hello and good morning to everyone. An evil plan to monitor the workplace, or in this instance, monitor Johnny. 

Standing with a mug full of black tea. He stood by Victor's desk where he had a full view of Johnny's screen and back. Johnny could feel Simon’s eyes but he chose to ignore him. Simon walked around the office slowly, pacing himself, waiting for your phone call. Simon sat at your desk, pretending he has interest in what Linda is saying, making ooh’s and Ah’s at some random story. He always wondered how you had so much patience with her nonsense, she just went on and on. His body language aligns with Linda but his ears listen for Johnny's hushed voice. 

That’s when the phone rings and Johnny’s eyes shoot at Simon, and from Simon’s peripheral he can see Johnny bring the phone to his ear slowly. Simon excuses himself from the conversation, remembering “he left his tea” by Victor's desk. Johnny shifts in his seat angling the phone away from Simon's vision.  

Simon picks up victors phone dialing “* # 55” and puts it to his ear hearing your boisterous laugh. “Johnny don’t say that!” you warn. Simon pays attention to Victor's screen. “What? I'm just joking.” He says casually, “ but I do think he’s obsessed with you.” he chuckles lowly. 

You let out another laugh, and all Simon could think is corny. “He’s probably listening as we speak.” Johnny ribbed. You giggle at His lousy joke, Simon only rolls his eyes, “Aren’t you two friends?” you say, “I mean, yeah. “ Johnny scratches the back of his neck. “Not as close as we used to be.” he shrugs, grabbing a notepad he draws random shapes. “When are you getting your stuff?” he asks, “Friday.” you answer, “Maybe we can grab lunch?” you suggest, “That’s what got us in trouble in the first place.” Johnny laughs. Simon puts the phone on the hook, not wanting to hear the rest of the conversation. 

Simon walks past Johnny, and he could hear him whispering he’s got to go and that he’ll let you know what time his lunch is on friday. Simon goes back to his office, he sits in his chair going through all of the forms Victor managed to fuck up while he listened to Johnny and yours conversation. 

-

Thursday arrives and you're sitting outside waiting for the supermarket to open, you can see your old office in the distance, all your old coworkers entering the building. “You’re the new hire?” A man with a name tag that says “kyle” on it asks you. “Yeah.” you say standing from the chairs on the store patio. “I’m kyle.” he shakes your hand. You introduce yourself and you both walk into the store. “Are you training me?” you question, “Oh no, that’s Ashley, she’s waiting for you in the break room, she wanted me to come get you.” He answers. “Oh cool,.” you follow him to the back of the store. “What do you do here? If you don’t mind me asking.” 

“I’m one of the butchers.” he smiles. “Oh.” you say smile fading a bit, “I just cut and trim the meat.” he chuckles. “Oh I thought-” 

“I know what you mean.” he says as he opens the break room door for you. “You’re set.” 

-

Down a couple of buildings, Simon stares at the vending machine, nothing looks appealing. Simon noticed all the Snapples left behind. He knew you liked those, you were the only one who’d buy them. He wonders what you’re up to. Simon kind of wants to call you and bother you about your stuff, just to hear your voice. He likes to frustrate you, and the way you groan every time he asks a dumb question on purpose. 

There was still thirty minutes til opening time, he could run down to the supermarket and grab something to eat, maybe another box of tea. Simon looks down at his watch, he’s the supervisor, he can manage to be a little late. 

So Simon put his coat on and walked out of the front door. A lonely walk to the supermarket, It was pretty quiet, not a lot of people out this early. Simon walked through the automatic doors, lo and behold there you stood behind the register, refreshing your memory. Simon saw you joking with the lady that was training you, making jokes about how slow you were moving and you both laughed at the way you opened the cash register slowly. Simon wanted to walk up and say something, but he took a glance at his watch and just pretended he didn’t see you. 

Simon walked up and down the aisle trying to find something that would please him, so he settled for two granola bars, a cup of yogurt, and a new box of black tea since he was running low.  

-

You finished ringing up the teenage girl who bought four packs of gum and tried to buy a pack of cigarettes. You see a familiar figure bending to the lowest shelf to grab something. You felt your eyes may be deceiving you, you kind of been paranoid hoping you wouldn’t run into any of your old coworkers. 

And maybe you had a sixth sense. Self check out wasn’t open and you were the only person on the registers. You could hurl. There he was standing with two granola bars, a yogurt cup all in one hand and the box of black tea in the other. Simon walked towards your register placing the items on the conveyor belt. The items move towards you slowly. You both watched the items closely.

“Well this is awkward.” 

[muniimyg]

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personal trainer!jungkook has trained a handful of people, but you have to be the most entertaining one yet. every morning you walk in with your 32oz hydroflask filled with water and ice and a sleepy smile. he thinks it's the funniest thing ever because you don't even end up drinking half of what you're bringing. he always teases you about it. in return, you mock him regarding his newest haircut (secretly loving every style on him) and how his commitment issues shouldn't be so obvious. he rolls his eyes, laughs, and playfully throws punches your way.

personal trainer!jungkook would listen to your new boyfriend stories in between sets and hate it. sometimes, he'd purposely mis-count your reps just so he can feel like he avenged himself. when you catch on to his "lack" of math skills, you groan, "you hate me, don't you?" he'd nod, saying yes but he'd mean no.

personal trainer!jungook's favourite day is legs/ass day. your ass pump has to be what gets him through the week (specifically why he suggested legs/ass day to be 4 times a week). he loves it when you wear your light pink fucking lululemon set. some days, you'll even tie your hair up and add a little ribbon to it. he'll flick it, saying you look stupid but what is actually stupid is how much he likes it on you. you joke, "i'll take it off if you'll let me tie it around your biceps hehehhee..." he scrunches his nose at you and chuckles, "in your dreams, princess." ... all of this has him acting up, tbh. when you do your squats, he takes breaks. he looks away or makes dumb excuses like needing to check something at the front desk just so he can ease his nerves. or, he’ll simply go to the washroom to splash his face with cold water. when he comes back, he helps spot you. you (purposely) arch your back too much whenever you do this set. you do this set quietly. he watches quietly. with other exercises, he helps improve your posture. "so, when you come up, you're going to squeeze your glutes, yeah? w-what's so funny?" you snicker at him and throw your head back. "n-nothing! you have a cute bum." he glares at you. "shut up." you put your hands up but quickly drop them to his bum level and pretend to squeeze them. "my ass is like... twice yours." jungkook then chuckles, "i know. i built it. i own that ass."

personal trainer!jungkook knows what he's doing when he wears his fucking compression shirts. white, black, grey, navy blue—any. your favourite combination has to be the classic white with grey sweats. god, it's crazy. his body is carved in the most sexy way possible... it's enough to get you to the gym even when you're on your period. what makes this worse is that he's usually in a cheekier mood when he's in his compression shirts. maybe it's because he knows he's hot... it's also times like these where you act a lot cuter during your workouts. "and then when you pull down like this... you're basically working on your lats—" jungkook pauses and gives you a look. you smile, snickering at him because you finally know what your lats are and it's all thanks to him. low, he offers you his high-5. you high-5 him and then close your hands together. like a little handshake, he squeezes your hand and for a moment—just a mere fleeting moment—you two hold hands.

personal trainer!jungkook knows you respond well to praise. when he knows you had a heavier training day the day before, he's nice enough to give you low-intensity work outs the next day. still, as you struggle to push through, he doesn't let you cut out. instead, he empowers you and feeds your delulu. "you got this, ___. come on, drive it up. yes! just like that. mhmm, good, good. good job, mama. one more, last one... yes! see? knew you could do it. that's what i like to see! let's fucking goooo!" you catch your breath and glare at him. "i h-hate you." he shrugs. "proud of you. you did well. rest up... you have one more set."

[beanghostprincess]

Sanji has helped me in so many ways. I will forever be grateful for the creation of this character. He quite literally means the world to me right now.

(TW: ED/Depression/Suicide attempt mention)

I've always struggled with food. Well, not always. But at the end of middle school (more or less. Give or take. Age 12/13) I became obsessed with what I ate. I still don't know exactly how it started, but I think it has always been a mix of my need to control my life when it's crumbling down and the necessity to look skinny (both things are my mother's fault, mostly. And also lots of things going on at the moment). So I started skipping meals constantly and throwing away food and throwing up. Not gonna get into details, but it ruined my life without anybody knowing until a huge depressive episode came and then I tried to off myself, yadda yadda yadda. Then I just stopped eating food and my meals every day were basically a monster and gum and maybe a piece of fruit. I couldn't even drink milk without crying. Then it got a bit better. Then a bit worse. It wasn't very consistent. And then I started doing exercise but that only made me even more obsessed with calorie intake and healthy food and I still can't drink milk or bread without at least feeling awful about it.

And then I watched One Piece.

I know it sounds extremely silly and dumb, but it has helped me in so many ways. I'm not gonna get into all the things it has done for me, because then I'd have to talk about Robin, Nami, Luffy, Pudding and Buggy which are, like, the characters that have helped me the most next to Sanji, and I would not finish this post.

But Sanji is just so, so important to me.

He speaks about food with such passion. His whole thing about not wasting food literally comes from an experience of starvation and because of the sacrifice his father made for him. He keeps saying he refuses to let people go hungry, no matter what. That we all deserve to eat. He relates food to love and cooking is his whole life. It kind of started as a joke when my brother said "nooo, now you can't waste food because Sanji would be sad" and I- That day I literally ate wayyy more than usual with that thought in mind. And I didn't feel bad afterward for once. And he's just- He just makes me feel so comfortable around food. Which is the normal amount of comfort somebody should have and sometimes it's not even that, but it helps. It helps so much.

Then his whole thing with Germa and the Vinsmokes. It killed me. My relationship with my mother is, uh, you can call it complicated but I fucking hate her so. Yeah. And Sanji's story about rejecting his blood relatives and finding better people who will love him hit so close to home. Him being different. Weak. More emotional. A good person. Sanji refusing to use the name Vinsmoke. It's my whole life. Sanji self-sabotaging himself all the time and constantly sacrificing himself, too? I just can't do it, man, he means the world to me. And then Wano happens and he turns out to have the same body as his siblings but he's still himself. He's still Sanji no matter how much in common he has with the Vinsmokes. And as somebody who's constantly dealing with people telling them that they look like their mom? I fucking love it. I know I look like her and I even act like her sometimes but that doesn't mean I am her. And it doesn't mean she deserves to be part of my family, because she isn't and I can't wait to get rid of her in my life.

It's not only food and family, though. Sanji has helped me accept myself in so many ways too. In the way I perceive others and in the way I act. He has helped me eat. He has helped me realize you don't have to consider your blood relatives family if you don't love them. He has helped me see that my kindness is a strength and not a weak spot.

Not to mention that his whole thing with gender and sexuality, how the fandom portrays him, and how I personally write him has been of so much help in understanding myself. I recently discovered I was a lesbian, and also being genderfluid I just- I just love Sanji so much I be projecting my gender issues and internalized stuff with comphet on him. And let me tell you, it helps.

This whole thing is just something short and sweet I wanted to say because media affects people. In the best of ways. One Piece in general has saved my life in many ways, but Sanji in particular is still helping me every day.

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Description: gojo, you and the rest are throwing a surprise birthday party for Nanami! when helping put up decorations around Shoko’s apartment, Gojo has been secretly teasing you making you frustrated with his tactics. Little do you know, he has a bigger surprise planned for you and you only. 

Warnings: Smut, public /outdoor sex, edging, overstimulation? vibrator play, breeding kink? small fluff, and angst at the end. Feel free to tell me anything I missed.

a/n- tbh idk where i was going with this but it happened. we all love a little sadness don’t we ^3^. enjoy!

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You and Gojo were giggling to yourselves at the scene. “CAN YOU HOLD THAT STREAMER PROPERLY IJICHI!” Shoko was yelling about how the proportions were off. Ijichi looked like he was going to cry but to be fair when Shoko yells, it's best if you listen. You and Gojo were on balloon-blowing duty off to the side. You had to blow 40 balloons according to Shoko but the both of you have been fooling around which led to you having 4 balloons blown. You could feel Shoko’s gaze piercing the back of your head and you were afraid to turn around, which led to you slapping Gojo’s arm telling him to hurry up. 

You ignored your friend’s chatter and went upon your task and to be honest, blocking out Gojo’s nonsense was actually pretty easy. You were pretty open with him talking about anything. Sometimes he would make a dirty joke here and there which led you to slap his arm harder each time but this time, you were totally caught off guard,  

“Why don’t you ever blow me like that?” 

The balloon you were blowing flew away from you as you turned around looking to see if anyone heard what he said. No one knows that you’ve been fucking gojo on the low. Yeah everyone knew you were close, but if anyone found out that you like to spend your free time in his office being bent over his desk as he fucked you dumb, you’d be in big trouble. 

“Gojo what the fuc-” “ Baby the way you’re so concentrated on the damn balloon is making me jealous”, he pouted his lip out towards you. He started to back you up into the kitchen so you were out of sight. “Hey pretty girl”, he raised your head with his finger making you look up at him. “you’re just making me so hard and all you’re doing is blowing a fucking balloon”, he whined. Heat pooled between your legs. You saw him pull something out of his pocket and the next sentence that came out of his mouth made your jaw drop to the floor. 

“You remember we had a deal that we can do something out in public? but I don’t want anyone to see the way I see you behind closed doors so how about I put this pretty little toy in your cunt and we see what goes on from there hm?”. You let out a small whine when he wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you closer to him. You closed your thighs for some friction but he placed his knee in between your thighs making you snap out of your trance. 

“Baby I need an answer” he whispered close to your ear. You looked up at him and breathed out a “yes” which led to him going straight to his knees and pulling your skirt up and sliding your panties to the side. You let a quiet whine escape your lips as he licked a fat stripe on your folds. He hummed against your cunt which sent vibrations all the way up to your throat. You swore you could’ve came right there and then. 

“So sweet” he whispered. He brought the vibrator up to your core rubbing it over your folds. He pushed the toy in, making out let out a choked moan. He kissed your cunt before fixing your panties and skirt for you. He got up and kissed you, pulling away quickly making your noses rub together. He winked at you before walking away and continued to blow up the remaining balloons. 

……………

It’s been an hour since the whole kitchen scene happened and he never turned the vibrator on once. You had a feeling in your gut that he would turn it on while you were busy. 

Your prediction was correct because when you heard Shoko’s doorbell ring, you all hid behind the sofas as Shoko yelled out “It’s open!”. Nanami entered the apartment and was confused about why her lights were turned off. He switched the lights on and you all jumped up in excitement yelling out a “Happy birthday Nanami!”. You, in fact, couldn’t let out a single word because Gojo turned on the toy inside you with the remort in his pocket making you whimper loudly as everyone's focus was on Nanami. You shot a look at Gojo but he walked up to Nanami with a nasty smirk on his face. 

“Happy birthday Nanamiiiiii!!” Gojo jumped onto Nanami, tumbling them both over. They both groaned in pain. 

“I’m too old for this shit Gojo” Nanami winced in pain but you were trying so hard not to make a noise. When Gojo saw your state he got up and couldn’t help himself. 

“y/n, you do see Nanami right?” he snapped his fingers in front of your face. You gave him a look of disgust as you tried to ignore the intense vibrations between your legs. You slowly walked up to Nanami giving him a small hug and wishing him a happy birthday. Gojo saw your efforts and turned off the vibrator. You let out a huge breath you didn’t know you were holding. Nanami asked if you were okay since you looked a bit pale. You told him you were alright and he patted your head as he walked up to everyone else. 

Gojo walked up to stand beside you and he leaned himself towards your ear.  “I’m surprised you handled that well baby,” he whispered. “takes one to know”, you snapped. He just smiled at himself. You had no idea what was in store for you. 

…….

Here's a quick summary of when Gojo decided to turn on the toy in your pussy. 

He turned it on when you were pouring wine for everyone, he turned it on when Shoko asked for your assistance in the kitchen, when you were walking with a tray full of drinks and for the longest time he let the toy run when you were holding Nanami’s birthday cake. 

When Nanami blew out the candles and cut the cake, you took pictures with the toy on. gojo turned it off when he saw a certain look on your face when you were about to cum. you looked at him dead in the eyes, frustrated at your ruined orgasm. That's it, you needed some air. 

You told Shoko you were going for a small walk outside since it felt stuffy. She yelled out “Be safe!” and you walked out. the cool breeze felt nice on your hot body, you really wanted to punch Gojo in the face for that. 

You were surrounded by the sounds of the wind and it felt relaxing. This day just reminded you of the first time you and Gojo hooked up. It was honestly a mistake because you both were exhausted and he came over with drinks. you both drank till your heart's content and then the next thing you know you both were ripping each other's clothes off and kissing each other like it was your last breath. 

You snapped back to reality when you heard Gojo’s voice. You turned around to face him but with a quick motion,  he pushed you up against the nearest wall and kissed you deeply. The way he was kissing you reminded you of the first time he kissed you breathless and you couldn’t get enough. 

You put your hands on his face pushing him closer to you and he placed his knee between your legs. Started to move his knee from side to side and you moaned into the kiss. Your hips started to buck up for some more friction but Gojo wasn’t having it. He pulled away from you and looked at you. You were a mess. You've been edged over and over again and you were in pain because of your denied release. 

“Gojo, please I need to cum. I’m gonna die if I don’t”, tears were coming out of your eyes at this point.  

The next thing you know, gojo went on his knees, pushing your skirt up and sliding your panties to the side. You moaned as he took out the toy. “So wet”, he hummed. You pleaded with your eyes and the next thing you know, he stood up and pushed you up against the wall again. He fumbled with his pants as he took his cock out. You were always in awe when you saw his girth, you can never get enough. 

He lined his cock against your opening, teasing it. He chuckled when you let out a moan of frustration and eventually pushed himself into you. 

You both moaned at the sensation. You were so dick deprived, you needed him so bad. 

“So fucking tight baby, you're killing me here. Sqeezing around me hm pretty?” he groaned out. 

You were moaning so loud that you’d forgotten you were literally outside. You couldn’t care much though, you need to cum. 

He picked you up and pushed you further into the wall, hiking your legs to your chest. The new position hit all the right spots to the point you could feel him in your throat. You squeezed around him indicating you were going to cum. 

“Gonna cum baby? Hmm pretty? Go on, cream my cock. You deserve it” he was praising you but you couldn’t hear a thing. Your ears were ringing and your vision blurred as you came all over him. You were a moaning mess. You sort of lost consciousness of how hard your orgasm hit you. 

“Baby, you okay? Come back to me doll”, he started to worry as he slowed down his thrusts. “Want you to cum in me please, I’m okay, just cum”, you whined. He looked at you with such caring eyes, he just loved you so much. But he couldn’t tell you that. Everything and everyone he cared about or loved always left or died. He was gonna take this secret to the grave. 

His thrusts gradually increased. You knew he was close to cumming and you were too. After a  few more thrusts, you both came. He came hard, filling you to the brim. You both were a panting and sweaty mess. He fell forward, placing his forehead onto yours. Your faces contoured into something indescribable. You both opened your eyes to look at each other. You both started to giggle and smile, you just loved him so much. 

He put you down slowly and made sure you could stand on your own without wobbling. He took out a handkerchief he had and wiped your dripping hole. You were sensitive so every time he wiped, you’d let out a small moan. He chuckled to himself and adjusted your panties and skirt.

 The cool outside air felt nice on your sweaty skin. The air reminded you that Gojo was in fact beside you right now. You turned to face Gojo but he was already looking at you with the purest of eyes. He gave you a lazy smile and your eyes lighting up made his heart race.

He intertwined his fingers with yours and placed a kiss on the top of your head. 

The words he wanted to say out loud, never came out.

[alwaysshallow]

— coffee at midnight, part 3

John "Soap" MacTavish x f!reader

Sometimes things are just too rough. He's here to make everything easier. (3,9 k)

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Having something stable in your life was rare – you learned that at very young age, when you were tossed from one family to another. Trying so desperately to find a right home, to fit somewhere because after five foster families, you had your hope low.

Well, at least that was until a sweet couple of two women started to be interested in adopting you. First, you were hesitant. Like, no one could blame you, right? The amount of families that you've talked with and nothing came out of it, it was pretty sad for a child to be fooled like that. Yet, when everything was finalized, and Kate presented you the room with full pride, walls painted on your favorite color (she asked!) you cried.

Genuinely cried because you never thought you'd find a family like that. Two moms, who loved every version of you, wanted the best for you. Adopted by the best people in the world, eleven year old, you were on the cloud nine.

You finally had your people.

That "stable" thing also applied to relationships of every sort – friendships, boyfriends you had. Hell, boyfriend-girlfriends type of status scared the shit out of you, considering how many times you ended up crying over something, someone. If you would think about it, nothing really survived through time – maybe that's why you build a wall between you and everyone. Except your moms.

And, except Addison. She was your dearest best friend from high school days and you could trust her with everything at this point. The amount of times she was by your side in your darkest moments or saddest, like when Jake dumped you for some blond chick from cheerleader squad. You remembered vividly how she encouraged you to throw eggs at his car.

The two of you were the equivalent of all these memes about best friends. Dumb ones; the ones where you knew so many shit about each other, so if your friendship somehow would end, you'd have to kill the other person. What was more funny, it was literally like that, even if you were in military and automatically had less time.

When you were on leave? Hell, you reserved at least two days straight just for her, to tell all the tea (the tea wasn't classified at least) or to listen to it. You loved her too much.

Those walls were up until Task Force 141 came in – and specifically that one goddamn person, but you didn't need to bring him up in your mind to know that. Even if it was military thingy, you were like a found family, which was ironic, considering you thought it's gonna be 'job only' relationships.

Yet, that found family bond was so strong that when you were on leave, it was impossible not to contact each other. Not only groupchats were alive (on every platform possible), but also you met with them if there was a slight chance for that. Most of you were going home, and almost everyone before taking that "vacation" wanted to meet again. In normal circumstances, without that big "we're military" thing, so you had a few bars to swing in.

Where no one knew who the hell the six of you were, where you played pool with strangers, being experienced after late night sessions in military. Or, darts, where you once lost and almost scratched guy's eyes out when he bragged about it, and you were completely done since you loved darts.

Well, that was where boys came to conclusion that they won't even try to participate in Monopoly with you, or Ludo. Just because you were "violent" or something like this; you didn't pay attention to that because you had a plan to convince them anyway. They would always fold, especially when some money was on the table to win.

All in all, you loved them, honestly. Their humor, even if you rolled your eyes multiple times, being the only woman, except the moments when Farah or Kate helped you in field. Hell, they were irritating on purpose, only to get a reaction out of you, especially with jokes about women. But, they slowly learned that they could have other things to joke about.

Yet, they were still respectful, even if they were men.

You also loved the way you could count of them. Every situation, every little bump on the road, they were here. Maybe it was shared experience, but you knew it was not only that – empathy counted in this one too, as well as care.

Because here, everyone cared. Even on leave, maybe especially then since inner demons never slept. It wasn't something you all talked about openly, but one glance at someone could be enough to tell if someone was bothered.

Either by the past, the present, or the future. Soldiers had way too many things on their minds on all times, buried deep, so it wouldn't be a problem on the field, when they needed to focus. There were more important things, like killing the enemy, getting intel, protecting the civilians. No time for being emotional, no?

Everyone knew that eventually, it will spill all over.

And when it would, it was sure as hell it's not gonna be pretty.

Probably your moment came right after getting back to base. One day, Price told you – one day to "reset", and the next day, 2 P.M. sharp, all of the team was needed to be back in the field. You wish he wouldn't say that; you needed anything but to rest. Not after a bad day. Not after failing one part of the mission. Not after your uniform was covered in so much dirt and blood you couldn't even see your face properly or hands.

You looked nothing like your previous version, not to mention the mimics and the blank stare in the mirror. Trying to ignore it? Impossible, especially when your hands shook, as you tried to take off your clothes and wash yourself in shared bathrooms. You knew that no one will bother you at almost midnight, they were probably asleep, or playing poker.

With a sigh, you adjusted the water to your liking; it was warm, but not too warm, just perfect for a quick shower. Or, you thought it was gonna be a quick one – you needed a one scrub of your body, and one look at blood coming down the drain, to sit on the floor of the cabine. Unable to make another move, because for the first time in the while, you couldn't even wash properly.

"For fuck's sake" you cursed under your breath, mad at yourself; you were a soldier. You should be able to get yourself clean, to not make a big of the deal of something that happened many times your career.

You saw those situations multiple times, and right back then, under the shower, you were like a broken piece. Broken piece, who suddenly had all of images right in front of her eyes. Images of blood, dirt, broken bones, dead bodies. Voices in your head, people screaming, trying to get you to help them, but you couldn't do shit without orders.

With a loud sigh, you bent your legs, pulling them closer to you, your forehead pressed to knees. Involuntary tears streamed down your face. It was hard not to cry every once in a while to wind off, to let all out of the emotions go away, before they will buckle up once again. Hard was scrubbing your body, while you thought the worst of yourself, but you had to brush everything off. No matter how long it would take, it was necessary.

It was aggravating how badly you wanted to close your eyes, but couldn't since too many images were playing in your head. That's why you were staring blankly at your dirty skin, trying to actually pull yourself together, to make yourself stand again, to scrub your body reminding you of everything. For the first time in a while, you felt like you're losing yourself again, like you don't know what to do, genuinely.

Am I too much? Am I a monster? Of course I am a monster. With a blood at my hands – you thought, clearing your throat, when it started burning. You felt like in any moment, you would burst out crying.

You punched the white tiles right in front of you out of frustration; it was supposed to help in a way, but it didn't, considering that your knuckles came out scratched. And, what's more to it, a little bloody.

That was also the moment when you realized Soap was looking at you, in shock – before, you didn't even notice his presence in community showers. He looked like he wanted to say something, but out of respect, he looked away for a moment, coughing awkwardly.

You couldn't care less at that moment in which state he sees you in.

"I just walked in. I'm... 'm not some kind of creep" he started, stumbling on his own words. He wasn't the best with them in moments like these, you knew that, but appreciated still. "Couldn't find ya, no one knew, and... I was lookin'..."

"I get it, okay" you sighed, clearing your throat.

Maybe you should care that he saw you practically naked – practically because curled like this, he couldn't see your intimate parts or anything, but you didn't. You just were... staring in the wall, again.

"What do you want? Something happened?" you finally looked at him, and he raised his eyebrow, confused that you're even saying something like this, implying that he wants something from you.

"What? No, everything's alright, I just... 'st saw your face when you got out of the jeep. And, there's something wrong with ya, lass, every time you don't say goodnight."

You raised an eyebrow too.

"Fuck. You know what I mean, hen. Don't act clueless."

Of course you knew.

"Yeah, I just..." you bit your cheek from inside.

It was a hard call for you – to share what was on your mind or not. Right, as best friends to the grave (that's what Soap called your relationship multiple times), in theory it was a must. In theory only though, because practice was... a little different.

A lot to take, that's for sure, and everyone had their own problems to deal with – you knew it too well – and as his best friend, you knew his shit that he had to live through. He had enough of his bullshit, to hear about yours, but it was clear that Soap MacTavish wasn't the one who gives up easily.

If anything, he could get more curious about the problem and be more nagging, trying to help because "that's what he does best". It wouldn't probably even be another talk, but small gestures, and as much as you loved these types of things, you wanted to forget what bothered you. So, the easiest way was just to tell him.

"I see their faces. Everyone. Everyone from today, but also from the past. That pregnant lady that I killed right before I met you" you eventually said; quietly, like it was something ignominious to even think of.

It was something ironic to think, considering that you always cared about mental health and told everyone around you how feelings matter, how they are validated to feel everything. Kate taught you that, making a strong point about it when you usually were very closed about telling her your difficulties. She wanted to make you feel heard if you'd be willing to share anything, even something so little, even if you thought it was stupid.

Yet, you still felt bad.

"Terrorist." he corrected you, keeping the low tone. It seemed like the most important thing to him – to correct you that was a terrorist first, pregnant lady second. "It was you or her."

"It's not important, Johnny. My point is, we fucked up. I fucked up, pretty badly. Not only blew our plan, but someone had to pay the price. And I fucking can't even look at myself!" you laughed, feeling bitter and even weaker than before.

It was a tragedy that he had to see you like this.

"I can't even fucking wash myself because I see all of this blood, shallow wounds, and I just..." you shook your head, trying not to break more.

Especially right in front of him, when he was looking at you with... pity?

When you covered eyes with your hand, trying to separate yourself from that feeling, you could hear his footsteps coming closer. Next thing he did was dropping to his knees, at least that what it sounded like, considering that your view wasn't on him.

"I have nightmares lately. Bad ones. And from that dehydration today, from having to see the executions for getting fucking intel... it's just becomes worse. And worse. And worse."

"It's your job. You're good at it. Your job." his voice is steady and quiet, such a contrast to yours; breaking, shaky.

"I'm fucking disgusting, that's what I am." it came out snarky, sudden. You know he doesn't deserve that; he meant the best for you, he always did. Putting you before him, which irritated the shit out of you.

Many times you thought he deserved a better friend.

"I'm supposed to kill bad guys and protect good ones, not to let kill good guys for an intel. It's another fuck up mission, it's getting to my head. If we're doing any good."

"We are doing good. I... I think."

Hearing those words was something like a breaking point for you; you looked at Soap kneeling beside you, the corner of lips twitching before you broke into uncontrollable laughter. It quickly became maniac, something that you had no control over, just to transform into involuntary crying because it was enough. He thought team was doing good?

Thought wasn't enough. You needed a proof, something visible, something on paper that not even everything, but most of your work is needed and does good. Words weren't enough, and his hesitance was just a nail to a coffin you already were in because you chose this work for a reason. Helping people, make them feel safe.

As you looked at Soap, his presence was just melting the walls you had – as always, next to him, you were unable to lie or pretend like with everyone else. You felt you could just throw everything out of your system without wondering if it's appropriate. And you were crying, and laughing, and just making yourself crazy in front of him, yet he wasn't saying anything about it.

You didn't know what was happening in this moment as you were shaking; you just registered that his hands are slowly coming to you, and before he could hug you or anything, you decided to push him away a bit.

"I'm a fucking mess, Johnny." you babbled, trying to get your voice steady again. "Go, I have to... shower. It's pathetic."

A beat of silence passed between you two, before Scot decided to come even closer, pushing you deeper into the cabin. From that moment, he was getting wet too from shower stream.

"Let me."

You blinked.

"What?" you raised an eyebrow, confused what he means by "let me." Let him what? Let him tell you another story how you are brave for the work you're doing, or...

"I'm gonna help you in washing. That's what I mean."

"You're insane. I'm not going to use you like that." you stated, clearing your throat.

A certain wave of embarrassment went through you, like you just realized how bare you were; even if he couldn't see your front properly, you brought your legs closer to your chest, defense mechanism or some sort.

It was another thing that hit you, when you thought about it – how he was always there if you needed him, even if you didn't want him around for his own sake. No matter what it was, he was there, to help you. To make things better, even if it seemed like the shittiest situation in the world.

"It's not like I would take advantage of you, you know that. You're in a bad state" he whispered. "Let me do it. Please. You're gonna do the front, I'm gonna do the back."

"MacTavish-" "-please." he spoke quietly, tenderly – you heard him like this for a first time.

It was a silent agreement to his proposition when you gave him the second sponge; you didn't think that you could say "yes" to it out loud. It seemed embarrassing, it seemed like another overcrossing of a boundary.

Johnny's movements were slow and silky, like he was afraid to hurt you deeper than you were already since you closed your eyes, taking a deep, shaky breaths to ease yourself. Blood and dirt were coming down the drain, making you sick even more with a thought of people that had to be left behind.

Thinking it was some kind of encouragement seeing how all of it comes off, so you won't see "memories" of the mission, you decided to finally scrub your front, giving the whole attention to it. Because you couldn't miss a single piece, you just... needed to separate your body from the events that happened.

Move on to another, to another mission the next day. Time wasn't on your side when it was coming to processing everything on your own, lying in your bed without purpose, trying to tell yourself you weren't a bad person.

No.

You were a soldier. Safety of the world was before anything, even before you, your mental health, anything.

Twenty long minutes, and the next thing Soap did was washing your long hair with certain softness to it, massaging your scalp. If conditions were different, you'd probably joke and laugh about it, teasing him how good he does it and maybe he needs to think about changing careers.

Instead, you were just silent, eyes closed.

You always insisted on doing things alone – you learned it was the best way to not be disappointed; if you don't expect shit from people, you're not gonna be sad after, right? The perfect prevention from possible heartbreak. Not exactly how Kate raised you considering that she always reminded you about making friends to make life easier, but... life verified a lot of things actually. However, lessons from your mom were still appreciated, of course, even if you didn't quite apply them to life out of... fear? Yeah. Fear of being disappointed again.

Better to build walls around you than letting people in.

Version of you before Task Force 141 would hate you for allowing Johnny to help you like this, but the version after, the version of you that lied in bed with him, the version that trained with him, the version that was his partner in the missions?

You couldn't help but appreciate all of it. You wouldn't allow it for anyone else but him, your rock, your person, someone that you trusted to the end of the line. Someone that seen you in your worst right now, and still was there.

"Everything will be alright" Soap cooed, which made you open your eyes to look back at him; his eyes locked in moment with yours. "I'm here, yes? I'm not gonna leave you."

He was soaked, you realized; just because he sat with you under that shower, still in his shirt and cargo pants that he was on a mission with, his boots kicked to the side. You wondered if he was even comfortable enough. Probably not, and yet, he was still by your side.

"Everyone leaves anyway." you said quietly, looking away from him, as soon as you said that, feeling how he tensed. "Not me, hen. Not me." he replied in soft tone – yet again, different than he used usually, and different totally from the one he used out in the field.

Amusing to think that man was shouting few hours ago to you to get down and with ease killed a man hand to hand with his pocket knife; such a contrast to his softness. Such a contrast to hands that held a gun, such a contrast to his voice, now sweet and dripping with honey, easing your nerves, such a contrast to his image in the field.

"You have your own demons, Johnny. You don't need here to sit with me and try to fight with mine, when you have problems. It's..."

"I do have them, yeah." he interrupted you. "I fight 'em when I'm with you – selfishly, in order to fight with them, I just need ya around, healthy and recovered. I can't do that when you're injured like that. Shattered to pieces."

He got up then and tossed you a towel to catch, while you still were bamboozled by his words; you caught it though, wrapping yourself around it quickly. Johnny saw your bare back, but he didn't need to see front.

"I'll meet you in your room, hen. Gotta wash myself" he hummed. "Or, you want to help me?" Soap raised his eyebrow, smiling with the corner of his lips – clearly, he wanted to cheer you up a bit.

"You wish, MacTavish." you replied, collecting your dirty clothes swiftly. You nudged him with your hip. "You want some coffee? I think I need one."

"Yeah! Give me ten minutes."

You spent with him two hours when he came from the shower – it was disappointing considering you wanted to talk with him more, but you had to wake up early to move onto next installment of the mission. The other thing that was different than normal? If you'd have another day off, your little chat would have alcohol involved, but in these conditions you had to be good, so you just talked with him, a mug of coffee in your hands.

Coffee at midnight, as always.

Mission wasn't one of the hardest – getting intel you needed in Mexico, asking civilians about some things, so you were pretty calm when you arrived at the place. Small village; Alejandro said something about "being cautious" with people here since they were sneaky and who knew better than him? That's why you were on high alert, even if Soap was making jokes of you having "stick up your ass".

Mostly he was joking, though, you knew that he appreciated that you had your eyes everywhere.

It was the dynamic between you two – him goofing around with you rolling your eyes at him or goofing with him which usually irritated the shit out of Ghost that tried to do his job.

Back then, you were in mood number two, considering what happened yesterday at night. Your mind was still partially in that moment, with his hands being all over your back and his fingers gently massaging your scalp with all of his attention. It felt so vivid, like he would be doing it in the moment you were wandering around small village, not the night before. You already missed his gentleness, his soothing words, and...

And you were far from admitting it fully, since you shook your head, scolding yourself in your mind to focus, not daydream.

It was nothing, he'd probably do it for everyone.

At least you thought.

[luvleekaotix-imagines]

Buttercup Reader x 141 things

This is just a brain dump of… dumb shit I think is cute. AAAAAAAAAA. 

⋄⋄⋄ Ghost ⋄⋄⋄

💀  The relief and/or pride this man feels when he sees you making a proper cuppa one day. Like, thank god. It does freak you out that Ghost is kind of watching you intensely while you’re making a tea, but you figure out what’s happening before you finish. He approves! From then on, if you know he’s around, you’ll make him a tea if you’re having one and very occasionally you’ll find a thermos on your desk with tea in return.

💀 Ghost learns about you mostly by watching you. You tend to want to fidget if you’re trying to work problems out and you do have various fidget toys on lying around your working space - the most complicated the issue, the more fidget-y the toy. However, one day he sees you walking up and down a hallway tricking a fucking butterfly knife in your hands (it’s just a blunt hobby one). Before he can say anything, you yell “It’s fake, big annoying problem need big stabby knife.”

He for some fucking reason finds the phrase hilarious , but he doesn’t show it right away. Instead, when you’re helping operate comms, the chatter turns to knives and Ghost says, “Well, sometimes a big annoying problem needs a big stabby knife-”

You are annoyed at him for awhile, that is until he placates you with a simple “You wanna learn how to throw ‘em?”

Fine, you can forgive him for now, you guess.

💀 Price makes you go out to do annoying acquisition meetings sometimes. A lot of military gear you have to go check and purchase and almost all of the sellers or previous owners underestimate you solely because of your callsign ‘Buttercup’. Most end up being okay in the end, some are just straight up dog shit and stay dog. So Price sends Ghost with you to the worst of them, because people tend to listen to you when Ghost is looming behind you with a death stare. 

💀 You don’t do field work, so you don't have a use for a skull balaclava, but you do find a skull pin on your desk one day, which is nice. :>

⋄⋄⋄ Soap ⋄⋄⋄

🧼 Soap likes to lift you up. Like, he just, likes to lift you??? Bear hug and swing you around, piggy back rides - even in the gym, sometimes he’ll nag you into sitting on a weight plate and he’ll do some reps with a big dumb ass grin on his face. The ego on this man. Why is he so strong?? Stop.

🧼 While we’re at it, Soap is also the one who gets you work out on a semi regular basis. You hole yourself up in your office a lot because you do desk work mostly, but he encourages you to go out for a run with him a few times a week at least. It’s a nice gesture and it does help your mental health a lot. Sometimes when he sees that you’re really riled up, he’ll make you throw some punches either at him or a punching bag. If you are fucking awful at it, he doesn’t say a thing about it. You are not a frontline soldier, your strengths are elsewhere, this is just to help you work out some energy.

🧼 Your workshop is littered with little notes. Sometimes its from you hastily scribbling shit not to forget, sometimes its a note cause people couldn’t find you, most times its Soap leaving you a doodle of something. Your favourite one that you have stuck on your main screen is one of a lil smiling buttercup and a lil smiling bar of soap. :>

🧼 One day you ask him to teach you some Scottish phrases and god he gets such a fucking kick out of you trying to fucking do the accent. The others find him roaring with laughter at your attempts and your face is burning from embarrassment, but the two of you find it a lot of fun. Now these phrases are like little in jokes, others kind of don’t understand, but you know what they mean.

🧼 After while you also get to call him Johnny, if you’d like.

⋄⋄⋄ Gaz ⋄⋄⋄

[WHY ARE THERE NO GIFS OF GAZ?????????? GUYS??? HE’S SO FINE THO]

❤ You and Gaz bond through food, honestly. He gains favor with you using snacks. He figures out your favourites the fastest out of everyone. He is also the one who makes sure you’re eating something during your project crunch times because sometimes you���re so focused in your work you forget to eat. Gaz is also probably one of the best cooks in the 141 and definitely the best of Bravo Team. If he’s cooking you know you have nothing to worry about.

❤ Gaz is your MRE buddy - as in if there are any times where you guys have to have MREs and you have different ones, you’ll exchange bits and pieces with each other or just share the good bits. He also shows you some typical ways soldiers mix shit together to make it interesting to consume. Its equal bits horrifying and interesting to be honest.

❤ Collectively you and Gaz know the most trivia out of the 141. You just have so much useless knowledge between the two of you. Everyone knows not to put the two of you together if there is any kind of trivia games because then you absolutely would win, but when you’re put in separate teams, it just ends up being you and Gaz going head to head. Trivia games are just… outlawed eventually because its not fun if you and Gaz are involved.

❤ If you fall asleep in weird places and find a blanket on you, it’s probably from Gaz.

❤ Gaz is the first one to say ‘that’s our Buttercup’ and it catches on. Whenever you’re praised they say ‘Our Buttercup’ and its just so nice :>

⋄⋄⋄ Price ⋄⋄⋄

🔥 You interact with Price the least out of Bravo Team at first. Its a mix of him being busy, but also he’s the Captain and you see him as your Boss-boss, so you’re a little professionally intimidated from interacting with him the way you do with the others. This changes when one day you catch him outside having a smoke and he asks you to sit and have chat with him. At first you think you’re in trouble, but when the chat is just… shooting the shit, you realise he’s trying to get you to warm up to him. You relax a lot more around him, still professional, but a lot less scared to say ‘hi’.

🔥 Price doesn’t quite understand how connected you are to a whole load of networks until one day when he gets frustrated that one requisition request he has keeps getting knocked back. To be fair the requisition is going to a team that Price pretty sure has a chip on their shoulder because of Task Force 141. There were actually quite a lot of other PMCs that didn’t look upon the 141 favorably even if they had to work together on occasion. You ask to take a look at the requisition brief and you hum. “Okay, leave it with me.” Price doesn’t know what you go to do, but he does know the order is approved and he gets it within the week. He does not ask what happened.

🔥 The captain is actually the best person to talk to when you’re not feeling the best. He has been through so much and is a phenomenal leader. When you have any concerns, Price is always there to listen and it doesn’t feel like he’s doing it to placate you. He genuinely listens and talks things out with you. “We’re a team.” He reminds you of that often and with his leadership it does feel like it.

🔥 Price catches you being cold one day and you get a nice scarf and gloves as a gift. You jokingly say “Thanks Dad,” and he just says “At least one of you kids appreciates it.”

[v3nusxsky]

Good morning my love, I have another agere prompt for you!

Idea: Nat x R. So, the day had been going pretty smoothly until it hit mid day. Nat and r had been sparring in one of the training rooms. Nat had been showing R some new moves to help her better defend herself from others. A group of new recruits to the Avengers compound had been walking through the training room when it happened. In the far right corner of the room sat Nat and R's stuff. Next to a bag and a water bottle sat R's stuffy, Emer. A passing recruit saw the stuffie and picked it up, laughing to his friends. They joked about how dumb someone had to be to have a stuffed animal with them. Hearing this, nat and r turned to see them and r's eyes went wide. They were throw and pulling on Emer. R ran over to them and tried to get Emer back but they kept taunting her, calling her a baby and how weak she is. Of course nat came over and took out the main bully and handed Emer back to r. As soon as r had Emer she took off to her and Nats rooms. Once inside, r let out all her emotions, sadness, anger, confusion and her overwhelming need to regress. Just as nat came she saw and heard her little one crying on the couch holding Emer to her chest. Now nat goes full protective and cg mode. Coming over and soothing r, giving her a big hug, whipping her tears away and comforting her. They spend hours together as one, sometimes playing with Emer and R's other stuffies, or colors and watching her little ones favorite cartoon while munching on some candy necklaces. Nat just takes care of r, making sure she is okay, is loved and feels secure. At the end, nat and r fall asleep with nat holding r and Emer in her arms.

I hope this makes sense, love. And I know you'll do wonderfully writing this fic, I have full faith in you 😘

My Baby| Agere

*Authors note~ another Nat Agere 🥺🥹 I can't help myself these days and a big thank you to everyone who's been supporting me these past 3 weeks with my accident and all the hate. It's for you guys a different type of fic is coming can anyone guess what kind?*

Trigger warnings ~ Agere regression r bullying?

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

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Life at the compound was hectic to say the least, your mornings filled with training and meetings so over lunch was really the first time you could actually sit down and talk to your girlfriend since your good mornings. With some food and a dose of Natasha's smile you truly felt ready to take on the world again, despite the niggly pain in your head. Hand in hand with your girlfriend you made your way to the training room where you had your first kiss. Intent of teaching you some more moves that could help you protect yourself better on the next mission. Truly any reason to spar with you she took happily.

You placed your water bottle and special bag down next to Natasha's stuff in the right corner of the room before entering the middle of the mats. "Ready Natty?" You teased rather cockily causing Natasha to smirk, "to beat your ass each time малыш? (Baby) I'd never miss a chance to pin you to the ground дорогой" (my darling) "Natty" you whined, she knows how much her Russian accent turns you on and it was the best way to distract you enough. The distraction allowing her to preform her signature move and skill fully have you pinned to the ground and absolutely speechless. This happened time after time again, truly you didn't mind, but your defence was actually getting stronger with each attempt.

This one particular attempt you were so distracted by her thighs locked around your head, trapping your body to the ground with her body sending you into flashbacks of your bedroom activities last night. So distracted by one another you both failed to notice the new recruits coming through the room to enter the other training rooms, much like how Wanda did the day of your first kiss.

The loud roaring of laughter caused you both to break from the haze full of desire. You both turned to face the direction of the noise. Clearly, someone thought they were the funny one of the group. What you didn't realise is your beloved stuffy Emer was being useful make the joke that everyone was finding so funny. You caught sight of your bear dangling in the air as one of the taller recruits were dangling him upside down by his leg. "Can't believe one of the avengers are so dumb they have to carry around this babyish bear, and look how ratty it is ? I bet it's Wanda" one sniggered and another chirped up, "Maybe it's that freak Y/n, how did she even get to be an avenger?" The worst comment was, "perhaps the widow pulled strings, but she deserves a real man, not a freak like Y/n. I'm a real enough man for her, would love her on her knees sucking my big-"

You gasped in shock at the words cutting off his final word. Instantly, Natasha could tell the abuse has triggered you slipping which meant your reactions were definitely more unhinged than normal, all you saw was them hurting your beloved bear. Charging over to the group of recruits you immediately began trying to rescue Emer as they tossed him between themselves spewing horrid words at the same time. You almost looked like a small child trying desperately to win a game of piggy in the middle. There words going round in your mind but needing to get Emer back safe ultimately won out over their insults, "weak", "baby" and the worst "freak of nature" were repeated until suddenly it all stopped. Emer fell to the floor and you scurried to scoop him to your chest as silent tears trailed down your cheeks.

A quick glance at your lover, you saw her taking down each and everyone of the new recruits hardly breaking a sweat, so you knew that you were safe to run to your safe heaven. Yours and Natasha's bedroom. Entering the room you ran to the sofa and cuddled Emer to your chest as you sobbed. For all the mean words, the actions and the fact you weren't strong enough. That's all you could do is cry it out until you felt like you were running out of air. All the sadness, anger, confusion and the overwhelming need to slip further into little headspace than ever before.

Natasha came back to find you in such a state, immediately adopting the caregiver persona, your mama always knew just how to help and what you needed her to do. She scooped you up into her strong embrace, whispering words of love and reassurance with combing through your hair with her fingers in a comforting manner. From then on she helped you take Emer to the bear hospital, where you both fixed him up like doctors would, your other stuffies were the other patients and even had bandages or needed to have their temperature taken. Your reward was a Candy bracelet that you could munch on as you basket in the safety of her strong embrace. You and Emer fell asleep with Natasha's arms wrapped around you making sure you felt loved and protected.

Word count~ 1257

[ceo-of-kimona]

Some Kimona headcannons for y’all to chew on.

I honestly don’t know if I can really come up with enough ideas for one of these posts but whenever I see someone else do one of these for a ship I like I go fucking bananas so this needs to be done.

• They often watch horror movies together. Kim usually doesn’t react to them that much other than a few snarky comments but Ramona does sometimes need to cling onto Kim’s arm if things get really messed up.

• Sometimes at super gory scenes she tends to stare at Kim like “you really watch this crap??” Partly out of judgement but mostly just so that she doesn’t have to watch the scene.

• Kim is more of a coffee person while Ramona is obviously a tea person. One time when they were bored and feeling silly, they tried to combine their tastes and brewed a concoction they called “cofftea”- a mix of black coffee and herbal tea. It went extremely badly.

• They now have an inside joke that whenver there’s some horrible concoction of booze and god knows what being served at a party one of them goes “hey at least it’s not cofftea!!” And then they both pretend to laugh hysterically in order to mess with people at the party.

• Whenever thanksgiving comes around, they tune into the dog show that happens after the Macy’s parade just to play a game called “how many rats could it take in a fight” where they judge each dog in the show by guessing how many rats it would take to defeat it.

• Gideon (cat) likes Kim a lot but weirdly enough he licks Kim’s hands whenever he can. Sometimes when she’s just resting her hand somewhere, he specifically comes into the room to just lick it. Kim is very annoyed by this but finds it just endearing enough to let him do it.

• Ramona is trying to teach Kim how to skate. Kim is a clutz so it’s not exactly going well

• Ramona and Kim regularly go to smashing rooms together (they’re these places where they give you some smashy weapons like hammers and bats and roll out a bunch of breakable stuff like old tvs for you to smash. They exist irl and are very cool).

• Ramona is very much prone to simulation sickness, i.e. getting really motion sick when playing video games. One time she tried out playing on a gameboy that Neil gave her for her birthday and after 45 minutes of playing she immediately needed to go throw up in the bathroom. Kim sat by her while she hurled into the toilet, patting her on the back occasionally.

• They are both chronic insomniacs, but in different ways. Ramona often just straight up cannot sleep, while Kim falls asleep fairly quickly but repeatedly wakes up in the middle of the night. They both have the same remedy for their insomnia when it happens, going downstairs and drinking some lemon soda. Whenever their insomnia syncs up and they see both of each other downstairs, they say hi and then both pretend that the other doesn’t exist (lovingly).

• they tend to gossip with each other about their exes (especially Scott). Kim tells dumb stories about Scott being a weirdo in high school and Ramona has gallons of scolding hot tea to share.

• Gideon attempted to reassemble the league in order to fight Kim, but none of them really wanted to fight her. Lucas felt bad about beating up a girl, Todd was too busy having his gay awakening to care about Ramona anymore, Roxie was already very good “friends” with Kim so she was an auto no-go, and the twins were just kinda over the whole league thing and were too busy with their music carreer, so the only one who showed up was Matthew. He proceeded to fight Kim in a very similar fashion to how he tried to fight Scott (crashing one of her gigs) but the two ended up having a heart to heart about how high school relationships can suck a lot and can still affect you into adult life. They both came out of it as better people and Matthew just kinda left. He strode into the sunset if you will.

• They nuzzle each other’s noses… a LOT.

I think that’s all I can come up with right now I think. If I do come up with more I’ll make another one of these I suppose. If any of you wanna submit hcs for me to put into a post send an ask please please please please

Special thanks to @subspace-surfer for helping me come up with some of these! Lil headcannons like this are surprisingly tricky for me to come up with. I specialize more with lengthy rants.

[yeehawbvby]

Their Greatest Treasures | Arven & GN!Reader

Rating: G 

Summary: You're about to compete in one of your first public matches as Paldea's newest champion. With such a large audience, you’re terrified — but your worries instantly dissipate when one of your favorite people meet you on the court.

Author’s Note: There will be end- and post-game spoilers in this, so read at your own risk!

Also, while I headcanon Arven as an adult, this fic can be 100% platonic, for those of you who don't. I just wanted to write something cute about besties being reunited :) Enjoy and take care! x

Check it out on ao3!

You stand in the center of Mesagoza, about to compete in the first ever School Battle Brawl Academy Ace Tournament. You know you’ll probably win the whole thing, having recently become a champion, but you can’t help but feel nervous with all these eyes on you. 

With the exception of being on Iono’s streams a few times, your audiences have been relatively small. But right now, nearly everyone you go to school with — teachers included — and even random passersby of Mesagoza are waiting eagerly to see their region’s newest champion in action.

On your side of the court, you fiddle with a Pokéball, tapping your feet against one another, trying to steady your breathing as you patiently await the battles that are to come. Your heart jumps to your throat as Clavell begins announcing your first opponent, and ripping the metaphorical bandaid off, you finally look up. Before the chairman can say your challenger’s name, though, you’re whispering it to yourself. Grinning wider than you have in weeks, nerves melting away. 

You haven’t seen Arven much since the whole incident at Area Zero, having been bombarded with your new champion duties so shortly after. You hadn’t realized how much you truly missed seeing those piercing teal eyes; or the streaky, puffy hair; or naturally pouty, almost angry-looking face, until now.

More importantly, you’ve missed his voice. You feel comfortable and warm as he gives a whole spiel about how it’s “just his luck” to be paired against his “little champion.” He assumes you’d be surprised to see him at an event like this, but at the accusation, you shake your head ‘no,’ knowing fully how passionate he can become when he sets his mind to something. It throws him for a loop, but only gives him more encouragement to do his best – for himself, and for you.

You begin battling no more than a minute after the exchange, and the grin doesn’t leave your eyes or lips. To others, it probably just looks like you really enjoy battling. 

To Arven, you look nuts. 

He’s seen you battle plenty. He knows that, more often than not, you look determined, sometimes even scary, when you compete. What’s different this time? Has La Primera really gotten to you that quickly?

As he's lost in thought, a second member of Arven’s team goes down. You still have that look as you return your own Pokémon to its ball, letting it rest while another comes out to play. He begins to feel self-conscious, and it turns quickly into frustration. 

Is he a joke to you? Are you on the verge of laughter because you’re kicking his butt so hard? What's going on?

Arven knows that those things wouldn’t be characteristic of you, considering how supportive you’ve always been of him… but what if that’s changed? Needing answers, he speaks up about it. 

“What’s up with that dumb face?” he shouts before the two of you can begin the next round.

Your eyes widen, and then soften. After that, a giggle comes out of you that makes Arven’s breath hitch. Arceus, he missed his little buddy’s laugh.

“I’m just… really happy to see you!”

Oh.

Oh, nothing could have prepared him for that. 

Arven’s own eyes widen, his face flushes, and your smile contagiously spreads to his features. He’s never really had anyone who’s happy just to be around him, at least to his knowledge. His own parents neglected him, leaving him without family, and he’s always struggled to make friends, leaving him without any form of kinship. 

And yet here you are. 

You helped Arven bring his partner back from what was basically the brink of death, and barely needed to be convinced to do so. You were there to console him when he found out his real parents are gone forever, with only AI in their stead, who also left him. You brought him closer to Nemona and Penny, and even if they’re insufferable at times, they’re some of the best friends he’s ever had.

Deep down, Arven thought that maybe you’re just a really kind person. A true, textbook-definition of a hero. There’s no way someone could care that much about him, surely.

…Yet here you are! Genuinely happy just to be reunited with your buddy.

You’re the greatest treasure he could’ve asked for.

[foreverindreamlandd]

HeLLoOo! I see that your requests are open :D so I wanted to request a little something. What if the reader was on a zoom meet for work and Bucky was asking for their attention. like, just poking their arm and pouting and begging the reader to come and cuddle with him. thank you <33

Needy (hc)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x GN!Reader

WC: 1.3k

Warnings: Mentions of covid/quarantine

A/N: Oh my gosh FINALLY I'm getting to this!!! You sent this request at the beginning of February like :,) bless you for your patience. I'm gonna do a lil headcanon for this one <3 (also this is unedited and most likely riddled with errors will fix another time)

Listen, it's not like he can help himself.

Bucky just needs the attention.

Any moment your eyes aren't on him, or your pretty smile isn't in his line of sight, or your skin isn't close enough for him to touch with the pads of his fingers drives him up a wall.

It only grew worse better during quarantine, when both of you were working from home and there was literally nothing that could take you away from him.

No more begging in the morning, giant arms keeping you pinned against him while you giggled into his chest, begging to be free before you were late to work.

Now you had those precious extra minutes, rolling out of bed at the last minute to throw on a clean (looking) shirt and pulling out your laptop, just to jump back into bed and into his arms for as long as possible.

No more late nights that cause you to come home exhausted and stressed to the point of tears.

Now, as soon as the clock hits 5pm, Bucky is there to close your laptop with one hand and hand you your favorite evening beverage with the other, giving you a big welcome home kiss even though he hasn't left your side all day.

Sometimes though, your bosses get selfish and decide to force you away from Bucky's hold for dumb work meetings where you're forced into a work shirt that is severely less comfortable than his henley, and he's not allowed to be close enough to you where your team can see him on your camera.

It's the worst he hates it so much.

For the most part, it only takes you away for a grueling hour and you're able to sit on the couch. He learned to pass the time by painting your nails or giving you leg/foot massages, or sometimes just sit on the ground, back against the couch and wrapping his arms around your legs, head resting on your knees.

He just needs to be near you. It's a pull he knows will never diminish over time.

The only thing that gets him through this torture is knowing that you love your job, and seeing your eyes light with excitement when something goes well or hearing your laugh as you joke with your coworkers makes his heart swell with joy that you've found such a fulfilling career.

And though a part of him hates these meetings that take you away from him, he loves that he gets to see you in action, kicking ass as you always do.

This past week, however, has been a nightmare for him.

Because there was a summit.

Meaning you were in one long nonstop zoom meeting from 9 to 5 Monday-Friday.

Worse than that, you had to sit at your desk instead of the couch so that you could take notes and share presentations with the team.

Worse than that, the angle of your laptop camera showed the door to the office, meaning that Bucky couldn't sneak in and out to sit near you or bring you snacks and coffee and water throughout the day.

The only time he got to see you was during your 30 minute lunch break, and you'd collapse on the couch and scarf down the food Bucky made for you.

Any spare time you had left before returning to your desk was spent laying on the couch, head resting on Bucky's thigh as he massaged your scalp, your eyes closed to find relief after staring at  a screen for hours.

It was the worst, miserable, and Bucky counted down the seconds until the end of the day Friday when he could have you back for himself.

He did everything he could to prepare. Made the bed, went to the grocery store to buy ingredients to cook your favorite meals - while also grabbing face masks and bath bombs for a DIY spa-day - and did the laundry to make sure that you wouldn't run out of fuzzy socks.

And then...finally...it was 5pm on Friday.

He was at the door as soon as you closed the laptop, running to your seat and scooping your body into his arms before you could even squeal in delight.

He kept you in his lap as he sank onto the couch, peppering your face with kisses and murmuring how much he missed you.

"I'll get a bath drawn for you in a second, baby," he said into your neck after another kiss. "Then I'll make dinner and we can watch a movie-"

A ringing sound came from your pocket, and Bucky froze.

You pulled out your phone to find a text from your boss and Bucky groaned, shaking his head after reading the message.

Hey Y/n! I know it’s after hours but can we do a quick informal debrief of the summit with just the core group? Should only take 15 minutes.

Bucky pouted as you untangled yourself out of his hold, whining as you walked back to the office to retrieve your laptop. Since it was informal, you figured it would be okay to return to the couch.

“Fifteen minutes, Buck, I swear,” you said, giving him a quick kiss and then sitting on the other side of the sofa where he wouldn’t be seen.

He narrowed his eyes, crossing his arms in front of you as you signed on.

Not that he could be mad at you for long. He made it five minutes before returning to the floor and hugging your calf.

You were still in the meeting 16 minutes later, and Bucky looked up at you. Your eyes flashed down and shook your head ever so slightly.

At twenty minutes, Bucky was getting annoyed. One of the chattier coworkers kept on adding more points and asking more questions even though he could tell everyone was ready to get the fuck off the call and relax for the weekend.

He started letting out these loud, dramatic sighs that were almost loud enough for the others to hear and you reached forward to squeeze his shoulder in a cut it out way. 

Bucky smirked, enjoying the attention he was getting. It made him bold, and his hand lowered to tickle your foot.

The entire lower part of your body jerked and Bucky suppressed a snort from your sensitivity. 

He did it again, and you must have muted yourself because you looked at him and said “Bucky, please stop.” 

Your voice wasn’t annoyed, though. It was like you were trying to hold in a bout of giggles from the level of childish dramatics your giant partner was exhibiting.

And now all he wanted was to hear your laugh. It made him bold, desperate.

So he bit your thigh, just above your knee and you squeaked. Literally squeaked, and your mic was apparently back on because the person talking went silent.

“Everything okay, Y/n?” your boss asked, and Bucky stared at you wide-eyed, feeling guilty that he might have gotten you in trouble.

You nodded fervently. “Mhm! Thought I saw a spider but we’re good.”

Your boss chuckled. “No worries, I’m about ready to wrap up anyways. Thanks for your hard work everyone and see you Monday! Let’s do a half day so you can all sleep in that morning.”

Everyone said their goodbyes as you slammed the laptop closed, eyes darting to Bucky.

He bit his bottom lip. “Sorry,” he mumbled.

You moved the laptop to your side, then leaned forward to gently press your lips to his, and Bucky immediately sighed into you.

When you pulled away, lips ghosting over his, you whispered,

“Do that again.”

~~~~

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[002yb]

i love ur HCs so much! i just read the one of dick staring at jason and it was sooo cute! could u possibly list some hcs for jealous/possessive dick :33pls

Casually answering these like it hasn't been a few months since receiving them ahhhhhh so sorry, anons. Thank you so much though! ;3;

Possessive!Dick feels so underrated ahhhhhhh it's actually so good though i love it and all its flavors so much. (´∀｀)♡ My thoughts are hyperfocused on something kind of dark though?? Still sweet (maybe) and definitely leaning obsessed lol. So let's start there.

Dick's possessiveness stemming from an intense and consuming need to protect; a coping mechanism for all the loss he's ever endured. The lack of control Dick has would scare him, so he'd seize it in whatever way he could and it reads: jealous, territorial, possessive.

What's sad is that people laugh. They think it's just a brother being silly or having a complex or any number of things. More than that - it's Dick clinging to Jason to make sure he stays breathing, that his heart keeps beating. That no one hurts him or touches him or breathes his name.

It starts innocent enough. It's Dick standing closer - always in proximity. It's Dick running interference when necessary (and then even when its not). It's a tactile touch to feel that Jason is warm, but also to keep Dick in an optimal spot to pull Jason out of danger - to throw Dick, himself, in front of it. A barrier, a shield.

It would be concerning, but Dick looks calmer than he has in a long time. Content, even, because Jason is safe. Because Dick ensures it.

This is naturally leaning darker so~ warning? But Dick's thoughts and fears running away from him. Dick thinking back to a failed attempt to kill the Joker, the demon who took Jason away from him before and - it haunts him that Joker still breathes. A risk. A loose end.

It's unprompted, but Dick acts while he still has control over the situation (because he's terrified to have that control taken from him again again again). Fueled by could be's and have been's.

Just a full mental breakdown from Dick. Who takes it further and further because no one is taking what's his from him again.

Comfort!End: Jason talking Dick down, getting Dick help. Loving Dick senseless for the lengths he would go for Jason, recognizing that the feelings are there but Dick is a fractured man and Jason knows how dangerous it is to be so broken so he returns the soft feelings beneath all the heartache and just. Ugly healing, but they get there. ;3;

Angst!End: where Dick lets go of his humanity and Jason is all heart eyes at the lengths Dick would go for him. Very unhealthy but like... (°◡°♡).:｡

The above is dark and angsty for what people expect of me I think LOL sorry. For lighter, softer possessive!Dick hm hm~

Dick getting irritable when someone gets too familiar with Jason and Dick is there to bear witness. If this is at a point in time post-Damian, it most definitely involves little tongue clicks. Just a bad habit of 'tt' to quietly express Dick's disdain/displeasure lol

Sometimes Dick loses against all rationality and gets petty hahaha; he'll turn up the charm, pull out all the charisma and either call the offending party over to him to distract or he'll saddle up next to Jason with tactile touches and scare whoever off with one of these '(°◡°♡).:｡' or he'll bodily exclude them by just putting himself in the way or turning Jason away and LOL petty!Dick is so good.

Usually Dick fights with himself against the possessive feels because he thinks it's dumb, but when he realizes Jason likes it (within reason lol), Dick leans into it. Because he's indulgent. Because he likes to watch how it makes Jason fluster when Dick owns it.

Alternatively, Dick being completely unaware that he's got possessive tendencies towards Jason and it becomes a joke Dick isn't in the know on. Or better yet, it becomes a game on who can push the limits furthest before Dick has that epiphany, himself.

[not-alien-girl-v]

more frat kyle or frankenkyle idec i love both maybe just some fluff or whatever u feel like !!! i love ur fics 😫😫💞

warning: reader is drunk like really drunk, nausea but no throwing up, general party stuff yeah

note: writing this while watching asylum for the first time i’m gonna be real i haven’t seen it before. YES i know i changed tenses halfway through this but it’s 2am i’m not changing it

it had been hours since she first put on that skimpy black party dress, applied shades of pressed powder onto her clean skin, curled her lashes, tied her hair, did a coquettish twirl before her mirror for one last final look, then walked to the party a few blocks from her home.

the air was swirling in a most intoxicating fashion, music so loud she swore she saw the sound waves rippling down the packed halls and she felt at home, surrounded by drunk college kids, she fit right in, seeing as she was getting an undergraduate degree in some random major she had no idea how she was going to make a career out of, and the fact that she, too, had intentions to become drunk as fuck.

she doesn’t get drunk often, that’s one thing for sure. when kyle invites her to these types of parties, he goes all boyfriend mode and insists she stay sober so she can keep herself safe and he won’t have to spend all night looking after her while he has a whole frat house of men he has to do so with already.

but tonight, kyle had a pounding headache, likely due from the hours upon hours on top of hours with a side of hours à la mode he spent studying for his final exams of the semester, along with the actual stress of taking said exams. it was all over as of today, and some are choosing to celebrate via a party, but kyle would much rather get a solid nights rest.

he makes it maybe 3 hours into a good nap before awaking for no reason whatsoever, headache dissolved, but mouth dryer than the sahara desert itself, so he leaves the comfort of his warm bed to fetch himself a glass of water.

one careful sip, feeling the water soothe his dry throat, and his phone begins to ring. with every bone, every fiber in his body, he doesn’t want to answer it, but something inside him tells him he better, and to his surprise, it’s her.

he’d be lying if he said a lovely feeling didn’t sprout in his stomach when he saw her name lighting up her phone, and he almost lets it ring too long, dumb smile staring at her name, but he does pick up in the end.

“hey baby you alright?” he always starts their phone calls off the same way, even if he’s the one who calls first. there’s something so sacred to him about enduring her safety before anything else in conversation with her. he tries to do everything in his power to show how much he cares.

“kyle?” one word from you is all it takes for him to be grabbing his keys and jacket off the dining room table. something about the slur in the word she spoke, the way it came across as a question, kyle figured she needed him right now. sometimes he wonders if he just really likes being needed.

“where are you right now, sweetheart?” the pet name and the familiar drawl informed her that her suspicions were correct, she was, in fact, speaking with the boy she loved, the boy who didn’t come to this party.

“at a party,” she hiccuped and stretched her arms out wide, hearing her joints crack and pop.

“awesome. can you tell me where?”

“maybe…” she laughed too hard at her own joke and his deafening silence made her uncomfortable so she gave in, mumbling something about a blue house and austin and will, two guys kyle knew who lived in a fraternity with blue painted walls.

when kyle arrived at the house, the party was mostly over, a few stragglers straggling about on the front yard straggedly, and the house wasn’t packed wall to wall like he assumed it once had been that same night.

it wasn’t hard finding her, she was lightly singing to herself while she kicked her legs back and forth childishly, sat atop the kitchen counter. her attention was diverted to the tired boy once he came in to her line of sight, however.

“hey handsome. can i buy you a drink?” he’s worried for a second she truly doesn’t recognize him, but when her arms open sluggishly to engage him in a drunken embrace, he pushed the thoughts aside.

“cute. come on, let’s get home, sweetie.” he takes advantage of her already open arms, wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her, feeling her slump over the curve of his shoulder and her chin resting on his back slightly.

she’s yapping amongst herself the whole walk to the car, her small happy voice muffled by the cloth of his t-shirt. he approaches his car, setting her down on the ground to fumble around in his pockets for his car keys. meanwhile, she walks her body straight into his, crashing her face into his chest in a sloppy manner, not even bothering to hug him or anything, just pressing herself into him.

“did you know that i love you?” the inky black sky is lit up by only a few stars, a sign that the two were surrounded by city, and with it, dense light pollution that prevented them from ever seeing more than a few twinkling spots here and there once the sun sets.

the keys aren’t in his pants pockets, and frustrated, he tries his jacket pockets now. “yeah, i knew.” finally, feeling cold metal touch his searching fingers, he whips the keys out of the inner pocket of his coat, inserting it into the car door to unlock it and escape the cold night that was upon them tonight.

he opens the door for her, but when he turns to her to coax her into getting in, he is met with a teary eyed look on her intoxicated face.

“hey, what’s with the tears, huh?” he finds a gentle pace rubbing up and down her arms, half to comfort, half to warm up the goosebumps forming from the frosty air nipping at her more and more with every coming second.

“you didn’t say you love me back,” she uses the back of her hand to smudge away the hot, salty tears rolling down her cheeks.

from keeping her at arms length, he closes in the distance and pulls her into his chest, one hand on the back of her head to rub gently with his thumb. “i thought it was implied, my darling.”

his touch feels like a fuzzy blanket on a cold winter night, like petals of a flower blooming and blossoming to her hearts content in her mind, she leans into it to show her appreciation for his presence and ability to care about such trivial matters.

wordlessly, she breaks from him, letting herself into the car and managing to strap herself in successfully, and kyle almost feels proud, as if she normally doesn’t possess this ability.

she waits until kyle has started the car from his seat next to her to speak up again. “can you hold my hand?” she looks at him with tired eyes and he’s fairly certain he’d chop off his entire hand and eat it for dinner if she deemed it necessary.

he inwardly melts, nodding and grabbing her hand from the top of her thigh, giving three gentle squeezes in hopes to make up for his previous wrong.

“alright baby, let’s get you in bed now.” he’s suddenly appeared right next to her, outside the car with the door opened next to her, she must have fallen asleep; because if she remembers correctly, he had just started the car up, now he’s out, and they’ve reached a destination. she squints at the building before her through the window.

“this isn’t my house,” she states plainly as if perhaps he wasn’t aware of this and had made some fatal error.

“yeah, it’s my house. well, not just my house but i do live here.”

“why not my house?” he tosses her arms around his neck before lifting her into his firm hold. he wouldn’t dream of dropping her.

“i figured,” the front door is already unlocked, likely the doing of a forgetful roommate of kyle’s, but it saves him some trouble as he continues down to his bedroom, “since you know, you’re in love with me and stuff,” he kicks his bedroom door open, “that you’d be okay with having a sleepover.”

“i love sleepovers! can i paint your nails?” gently, she’s set down on his bed with care and he’s quick to potter about in his drawers with a chuckle.

“if you really want to, in the morning, sure.” he chucks a clean t shirt and some shorts she left in his room last night she was over at her figure on the bed. “put these on,” he doesn’t mean to sound so demanding, but he figures she doesn’t notice/care.

“can we call cute boys? oh em gee, we can ask them to rate us! how fun would that be?” she’s getting herself all riled up and giddy as he walks back to the bed, shooting her a conflicted look.

he imagines them huddled up around a telephone with a phone book in hand, giggling and dialing the numbers of boys from other frats. a humorous sight to fathom, but not a likely one. “maybe another day, baby?”

“whatever,” she puts on a faux valley girl accent once she finishes in putting on the clothes and now she’s laying down under the green blanket, onto the black sheets next to the boy. once she’s done a comical amount of tossing, turning, adjusting of her clothes, brushing hair out of her face, cracking her back and knuckles, she needily cuddles into her boyfriend, hugging his head into her chest like he usually does to her and holding him there firmly.

he’s pressed up against her boobs, so he’s not complaining, but he does have to turn his head to the side so he isn’t being suffocated by her love.

“you’re pretty cute. you’re a cute boy. give me a rating, cute boy,” she commands and misses the aggressive rolling of eyes he presents as she can’t look at his face.

“rating women is bad for their self esteem. as a young man, i should know better than to reduce a girl to cheap modern beauty standards. you said that, you know?” he tells her with admiration dripping from his words, each consonant soaked in love and happiness.

she laughs too loud for two people huddled up in a room alone. “ok, sure, you big ol’ feminist. you are cute though. you’re so cute. like really, really cute. why did they make you so cute?”

he sighs, not wanting to engage in her antics and hoping if he calms her words, she’ll be closer to falling asleep. his arms circle around to her back, “dunno, sweetie.”

she hums happily. “you called me sweetie.”

“mhm.”

“i like when you do that. hey, never stop doing that, okay? even when i’m old and ugly and crabby and not sweet anymore. please?” her drunken words hold much more weight to them than she imagines, and a pretty feeling sprouts in kyle’s stomach. just the thought alone that even drunk, she sees kyle and her together so far into the future is enough to stir up his insides with a metal whisk.

“promise, sweetie.”

she’s quiet for a good long while, and he cuddles into her more, enjoying the attention and intimacy of behind held like this. he loves her more than she’ll ever understand.

“which boob is your favorite, left or right?” she speaks her mind and it takes every mature bone in his body not to burst out laughing.

“i can’t choose, i love them both equally as much as i love you.”

“ok but if you had to choose just one?”

“i’d have to say probably left.”

“of course you would, you pig man. the left one is bigger. you’re gross.” he can’t help but giggle at her, he wonders if she knows how funny she can be sometimes.

“if i’m so gross, then why are we cuddling in my bedroom, huh?”

“beats me. i didn’t even get a say about coming here. in some books, this counts as a kidnapping.”

“are you gonna call the cops on me, baby?”

“nope. i have stock hole syndrome or something. i’m totally obsessed with you now.”

“good. i like how obsessed you are with me. makes me feel like less of a creep for being so obsessed with you,” he speaks more truth that she seems equipped to handle right now, but she takes it well.

“i bet i’m more obsessed. sometimes when you’re in class and i miss you, i put your hoodie on a pillow and cuddle it n stuff and i pretend it’s you.”

“wow, what a freak you are.”

“hey! at least pillow kyle is nice to me! he can’t even talk. i think i like that better. you should shut your big fat mouth once in a while.”

“if i couldn’t talk, how could i call you sweetie? does pillow kyle call you sweetie like i do?”

she sighs. “you got me there…”

“i have a folder in my phone full of pictures i took of you when you didn’t know i was. i look at them all the time just cuz you look so pretty in them.”

“aww, you think i’m pretty when i’m not looking?”

“i think you’re pretty all of the time.”

“you’re such a sap. you’re pretty too though, don’t worry.”

“i wasn’t worried. i already knew, all the boys round these parts tell me all the time,” he jokes.

“oh yeah? you’ve been getting busy in this house?” she sounds much more sober than she first was when she called him, not completely, however.

“you know it. i’m the hottest piece of ass in this house. just cuz we’re all into chicks doesn’t mean we don’t take advantage of that every now and then.”

“really?” she sounds too close to convinced, so he tears away from her cradle and gives her a silly look.

“no.”

she reaches up to brush some blond hair from his dark eyes and lets her hand linger while she traces absentmindedly across his facial features.

“you haven’t kissed me all night.”

“didn’t know if you wanted to be kissed, sweetie. i wait until you’re sober for consent, i’m cool like that.”

“kiss me.” she was the one who instructed him to do so, yet she’s the one who pulls his face into hers, pausing a moment before making contact, letting their lips just gently brush, then pressing them together sweetly.

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reader having killer social anxiety, and Flash taking care of all the social interactions 🫶

he would definitely give both his and the reader’s order when they go eat outside, or pass calls for them. If reader has to talk in front of the class (for a presentation or something) Flash obviously can’t do it for them, but he so helps them through it and reassures them that they did good right after :’)

Of course!🥰 I relate to this on a DEEP level omg (G/n reader)

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You and Flash were heading out of class as it ended when you were stopped by Brad. "Hey guysss, wanna come over to my place after school? I'm throwing a party but you two obviously get early access and I'm totally not just saying that so you guys can help me set up."

Flash was busy on his phone so Brad looked towards you for a reply. Eyes wide as you gestured with your head towards Flash, nudging him as subtly as possible to get his attention, he immediately knew what that meant. "Oh, uhm... maybe, we'd love too man but we might just be too busy but if we're able to we'll totally come!" Brad nodded, content with the answer. "Alright cool, I'll save you guys some pizza just incase!"

Brad exited the classroom, leaving you and Flash to finish gathering your stuff. Flash looked towards you, rubbing your arm to help comfort you. "I figured this way you'd have time to decide if you wanna go or not and if not we have an easy out." Flash smiled before grabbing your hand and leading you out of the classroom.

This was just one of the moments he helped you out with for your anxiety, and he was more than happy to.

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Whenever you and Flash went out to eat together, which was often because as much he loved taking you out to the fanciest most high end places he also loved you out for cute little fast food dates, he always ordered for you. He had no problem with it, if something he did could help you feel better in any way he'd do it, he didn't care what it was.

The epitome of the "They asked for no pickles" meme. Flash would just automatically do it at this point, knowing how awkward it can feel to have to ask for him to order for you with the server staring at you expectingly. Sometimes he'd even get you comfortable in a booth before he goes up to order so the server doesn't look to you and ask for your order before he can get it out.

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As much as he wanted to say some dumb joke when he answered the phone for you he knew better than to do that, not wanting to upset you he remained mature until the phone call ended before updating you on what they said.

A similar rule applied when you had to be involved in public speaking, although he couldn't do it for you he's help you prepare in any way he can, only throwing out a few jokes here and there to take your mind off of it. The day of the presentation he's your rock, letting you ramble to him as much as you need about your fears, reminding you of how well you're gonna do and how once it's over all you have to do is come relax with him. Purposefully trying to sit near the back of the class so he can give you a giant hug without the prying eyes of your classmates and tell you how proud of you he is.

He'd never ever diminish your anxiety, although he doesn't personally struggle with it to the same extent you do he knows it's very much a real thing and an incredibly tough thing to deal with and he's honestly so impressed at how strong you are for getting through all the effects of it. He's so so proud of you for living with anxiety. He just hopes his dumb jokes don't annoy you too much.

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@lxsm2 I hope you like it!🥰 Anxiety/social anxiety is the absolute devil so I hope this can help even a little bit🥺💖

[physicalturian]

[18+] So this is 'she'? - Haitani Ran X F!Reader

[Probably contains spoilers from the anime and the manga][She/Her pronouns used for the reader, no physical description; Everyone is +18]

Words : 8 513

Summary : Right after fucking him, he gets a call for a party. He needs hookers, you fucked him good, he thought he'd invite you and your people.

You took it as a challenge to show him you could be even better than good. It doesn't go as planned

Warnings : Power play / Blow jobs / Hook-up / Prostitution / Vaginal fingering / Smut

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“You look cuter like that.” He commented as he zipped his pants and put his jacket back on. “You got a long night ahead of you, so I’ll let you be…” He paused, looking at the ruined red garter belt on the ground, “Red. I’ll let you be, Red. Pray for your own sake I won’t see you again.”

I had been dumb thinking it would have all gone peacefully the rest of the night. Right as he was about to walk out of the room, his phone rang. He was quick to pick up and bring it to his ear, closing the door to avoid the hubbub from the main room. I did not pay attention to him and started tidying up around for my next client. Soon enough, Ran’s call ended and I heard him speak again after a sigh, “Do you want to call it a night?” His voice was softer than it had been moments ago after his threat, after he had told me to never mention the woman that had him in this pathetic state.

Huffing a laugh, I wiped myself clean and put on some clean underwear before facing him with a small smile, “I can definitely afford to ditch my shift since my boss allows—yeah let’s call it a night.” I said sarcastically, throwing him a mocking smile while crossing my arms over my chest. The man in front of me gave me a short, dry smile and shoved his hand inside his jacket all while taking long strides towards me. Once in front of me, he pulled out his wallet and handed me his credit card, “How much for the night? And count at least five of your girls too, it’s for a private event.” The card held between two of his slender fingers was calling for me, how could I tell him no? After all, he wasn’t pressuring me and I did like the idea of not having to stay in for the night. I didn’t really care if I had to fuck everyone at his private party or whatever it was, it was nice to go to different places sometimes.

Rolling my eyes, I took the card and fanned my face with a smirk, “And you want me there? What? Was it that good?” I joked, stepping aside to grab a bathrobe and drape it on my form, “I’ll see who’s free, do you have an address?” I asked, opening the door wide. Ran gave me a short nod and smiled, handing me a business card that had nothing on it but an address. No name, no business, nothing. Just an address. “Bit ominous, but it’s to be expected from the Bonten, right?” I laughed, gesturing for him to get out. 

“I need 5 of you to come with me for a private event,” I started, not receiving many answers apart from some mumbles around the room. Smirking, I gestured with both my hands at Ran, as if putting him on display, “This gentleman is in on it, him and many, many other hot people. Rich ones.” Many of the women who were not busy with someone walked up to me suddenly interested and I threw Ran a short smile, “There you have it.” I was almost certain he was embarrassed by the call out, something I found rather adorable on a man with such importance. He, however, kept his composure and took his card back from my fingers, nodding to where the girls were going, “Then get changed, I’ll wait outside. Another car will arrive soon to bring them there.”

Humming playfully, I nodded, “No, you’re so right, I’ll do it just for you.” I mocked, grabbing the lapel of his jacket. I pulled him gently towards me, he looked down at me not with boredom, but with some mischievousness, “Do you have any clothes you’d prefer me to wear?” I kept talking while my hand slipped inside his jacket without him realizing it, my hands too heavy on his body while I patted him roughly, “Something that reminds you of her maybe? What’s her fashion sense like?”

He immediately grabbed my throat and tutted me. I moved my hand back inside my bathrobe with his wallet in it in the heat of the moment, not daring to fight back as I grinned at the little pressure he was putting. “Get dressed and shut your mouth. This is your job, you’re not special.” With one last squeeze, he let go of me and smiled, “It’s as if you want to get me mad.”

Turning around, I only looked over my shoulder to grin at him, “Just testing the waters, see if you’ll lay a hand on me. See how sore you still are about your bitch.” And just like that, I hopped away, not wanting to stay any longer in case he was in the mood to beat my ass. When I got into the locker room, everyone was chatting as they got dressed. Unsure of the kind of party it was, I put on something that looked good enough for a party between friends, but easy enough to take off if it led to anything else. Of course, I had my bag with me in which I put the man’s wallet—I feared he would not want to pay his due simply because he owned the establishment. I was going to give it back to him sooner or later, I just wanted to make sure my girls and I were getting our earnings.

“So? Is he an idiot who caught feelings, or…?” I heard one of them ask me, her face too close for comfort.

Staring right back at her, I replied deadpan , “Oh, so you just called Ran Haitani an idiot?” Her face lost its color, I continued with a dry smile while I shut my locker, “I think you’re making fun of the owner of this very establishment—but tell me if I’m wrong! I mean, it’d be foolish to do so, you know… rumors sure go around fast…”

One of the girls called my name sternly, I looked at her and sighed; she was one of the eldest workers. “Why all defensive like that? She’s a rookie, cut her some slack.”

I mumbled an apology and walked out, too bored to tell any of them I knew just as much as they did about the event. After all, I didn’t ask for any information, money was money, and getting it just by giving attention to some loser criminals seemed fun. The rest of the girls soon followed. I watched them walk past me to get in the car that was waiting for them out front, but couldn’t see Ran anywhere—that was until I felt someone tugging my bag. I immediately hit the person, but they stopped me and I watched as Ran smiled lazily at me, “Pickpocketer much? It's a bit lame to add this to your personality, but I can deal with it, I guess.”

Snatching my bag back from his hands, I laughed, “I’m not about to get conned just cause you want fun at your boring party, gimme your card back and we’re square.”

His hand flew to my jaw, gripping it tightly, “Remember you’re just a whore.” He spat, his fingers digging into my cheeks painfully. “So stop running your damn mouth just cause you got my attention for one fuck, got it?” He then pushed my face away roughly and shoved his wallet in his pocket, pulling me with him. I tried to free my arm from his hold but he was not letting go—I was the first one to stop fighting as I let him guide me to his car. Once there, I was about to sit in the back when he forced me to walk towards the front of the car, “You’re not cooperating, it’s starting to tick me off.” He said in annoyance as we both got in the car.

“Yeah, I tend to not really care about people who call me a whore when it’s not on my own terms, you know?” I did not mind being called as such if it was dirty talking, of course not, it was almost a daily thing at this point. But being disrespected? Being addressed with disdain, almost disgusted by the taste of those very words on one’s tongue? That hurt. I was not going to cry about it or make the biggest fuss; if I did, I wouldn’t get far in this line of work… but I wanted to make his life more difficult, even just for tonight. I’m pretty sure it was foolishness on my part, but I couldn’t help but feel special to have been the one he fucked.

Stop that, you’re the one in control. You have the sex magic, not him. You are hot, you are worth it, you are more than a whore—

“You’re getting on my nerves. Fucking you wasn’t worth it if you’re already pissing me off.” 

I looked at him with wide eyes and let out a laugh. I guess I was getting worked up for nothing, he wasn’t really worth it. Sure, he was a rich man, but he was still the owner of a brothel and I didn’t know what that said about his status in Bonten. If anything, it meant he couldn’t be given the position of a big firm or something like that. 

Huffing a laugh, I nodded, “Yeah, I gathered. I think you’ll need more than one fuck to calm down, seeing how tense you are.” Fake drawing a cross on my chest, I smiled at him, “I’ll stop talking about your girl just ‘cause you look miserable as fuck.” That made him click his tongue, but none of us talked more for the rest of the way to the address on the paper. Ran kept his eyes on the road, sometimes gripping the steering wheel harder here and there when he’d glance at his phone. I assumed he’d received some texts that didn’t help with his frustration, but I had no business taking his phone from him so I just looked back at mine and scrolled aimlessly to not fall asleep.

“We’re here.” I heard him speak softly. The softness was not meant for me in any way; if anything, it was how he would usually address anyone in the street, had his inclinations not been ones of murder and crime. Thanking him for the ride, I took my bag and got out of the car, ready to get rid of him until I was forced to wait in front of the locked door of the building. I heard him laugh in the back as he walked purposely slower, giving me a very satisfied glance as he stepped next to me and reached for the card reader.

I held back from clicking my tongue and sneaked inside once the click of the door was heard. The inside of the building was a lot less breathtaking than expected, it was almost disappointing. Here I thought having money meant having good taste, but I was proven wrong when I followed Ran up a few flights of stairs and was told to get inside the apartment on that floor. Being greeted by the loud music blasting, along with men talking loudly trying to impress my fellow dancers was like plunging into cold water: it shook me awake. “So this is the event …” I whispered, leaning towards Ran with a smirk.

He did not reply and walked ahead, pouring himself a drink before sitting on the couch next to his brother’s, gesturing for the two pairs sitting there to get out of his way. Now that’s a man that thinks too highly of himself , I thought to myself.

With a deep breath, I placed my things on the kitchen counter and put on the attitude that came with the profession: a pretty smile, pulled-back shoulders, and a chin not too high that they’d be intimidated by it, but still be aroused by the confidence it came with. It was all gauged, it was all an act, it was all catered for them.

But tonight, it was not for all of them .

Tonight, I wanted to have fun too, tonight I wanted to fuck around.

Tonight, I wanted to see if I could pull both the Haitani brothers. Making one of them mad in the process was just a bonus, I thought as I sauntered towards the brother with the longer hair, “This is your party, right?”

He nodded and took a gulp of his drink, his eyes focused on mine for a second before slowly traveling down to my breasts, “And you’re the entertainment my lazy brother brought?” He fake coughed and grabbed my wrist, bringing me to his lap, “I mean, bought . Cause you’re ours for tonight, yeah? That’s how it works?” He asked, taking another sip as he leaned back, and spread his legs a bit wider while his free hand rested on my hips. Lifting his chin with the tip of my finger, I made him meet my gaze and smiled while I grabbed his hand and placed it on the hem of my skirt, “I’m everyone’s for tonight…” I trailed off and leaned over, whispering into his ear while meeting Ran’s intense look, “Unless you want exclusivity.” I smirked, letting my hand trail from his chin to the side of his face as I turned his head to the side and licked his cheek before kissing it.

When I rolled my hips against his, I almost immediately found myself on the floor when he stood up suddenly. I couldn’t help but hear Ran’s chuckle to the side, but did not dare look at him. My plan was going to shit if his brother was rejecting me. ”Shit, sorry. Damn, you caught me off guard!” He looked down at his pants, a growing bulge barely noticeable was right there. The man sat back down in an instant and grabbed my arm as he pulled me to my feet and brought me back to his lap. When my knees were on either side of his thighs, I placed my hands back on his shoulders, “Are you flustered or something? It looks like one of Bonten’s executives is a virgin—never expected that, to be honest.”

The sudden grip of his hands on my hips made me let out a silent gasp as I met his hooded eyes, “Nah, just thought he had brought in strippers, not whores.” With force, he pulled me right against his hard-on and chuckled, such a charming chuckle I would have let it get to me if we weren’t in this professional setting, “This changes everything .” As he said that, I heard Ran call for any free girl to come to him. I held back a laugh and placed both my hands on the sides of Rindou’s throat, moving them to hold his head still as my thumb brushed the side of his face. “Unless you want a stripper, I can give you a show.”

“Shit, Rin, you threw the girl on the damn floor and she still wants to fuck you?” One of the men in the room said. I had nothing to say to this, it was not my place to; even if I could talk back, it would be pointless considering I would not expose my little plan of messing with the brothers—or brother . “Chicks dig me, old man.” He called out, laughing loudly while the old man in question mumbled something. One of the other men next to him, a white-haired one, patted his shoulder jokingly, telling him, “You’ll get yourself a woman, Takeomi, just—”

The man on whose lap I was sitting grabbed my jaw and forced me to turn my head to him, “Hey, aren’t you supposed to only look at me or something? Exclusivity and whatnot.” Those very words had me scoff a genuine laugh as I threw my head back to subtly glance at Ran—even with one of my colleagues on his lap, he had his chin on her shoulder and his eyes riveted on me.

I smirked at him.

Then looked back at his brother.

“Oh definitely, ‘til drunkenness does us apart.” I said jokingly, a breathy chuckle escaping my lips right as he kissed my throat hungrily. He was not too bad of a catch for some lazy make-out session; after all, this passion he had on my exposed skin could only increase if we were both naked in a bed, aroused as fuck from whatever drugs he could get his hands on—“You’re so right, get me another drink. I wanna get wasted tonight—Ran, want anything?” He called out for his brother, the latter bored out of his mind and leaning back on the couch with Junnin running her hands through his hair.

I knew from my friend’s actions that Ran’s passiveness was annoying her, but she was paid to look pretty and nothing else so she couldn’t really complain. “I need you,” He looked back at Junnin, “Off my lap, you’re not doing shit.” So he pushed her to his side; the woman scurried to her feet in outrage and clicked her tongue as she walked to Takeomi, throwing Ran a dirty look.

“Damn Ran-boy, still mad over Hanma’s girl? I’ll lend you my girl if the one you had wasn’t to your taste, I mean,” He looked at me with a sultry look before pecking my lips at first, then slipping his tongue inside my mouth. I played along and kissed him with fervor, moaning in the kiss before being stopped in my endeavor as the man gripped my jaw forcefully again, “I can still use you throughout the night.” He stated, his hands now right under my dress as he gripped my ass tight, “Why not give you away just a little bit .” He smiled.

“ Just enough to make you want to come back. ” He whispered, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. A short laugh escaped his lips before he helped me off his lap and slapped my ass as he told me to go get him and his brother a drink. I met one of my colleagues' gaze and rolled my eyes, making her chuckle right as she brought her attention back to the man by her side. 

There were a few different kinds of alcohol on the table, and I knew too little about the people in this room. I glanced at Rindou to see what he had in his glass, but the man was already talking with one of his friends. The original glass he had in his hand was placed empty on the table while he had a new one in hand. It was probably the drink of one of the men in front of him that he had taken, but what surprised me the most was how he laughed loudly with him before downing it in one go.

Just from that, I thought it smarter if I wanted to fuck with Ran, to give his brother a strong drink. If he was planning on chugging them all down, I could have him passed out drunk and free myself enough to find time with Ran.

As I poured him a drink, my eyes darted to the bag on the table that had some pills.

For a split second, I considered it.

I truly did. I could so easily reach for it.

And I did.

I could so easily bring it to my lips and on my tongue. Then take a sip of that drink while standing up, letting it drop inside.

And I did.

My eyes widened when it didn’t instantly disintegrate inside. I acted casual and walked to the kitchen to take a spoon before looking inside the fridge to play the part. It could look like I was making a cocktail that way, shit , my hands were shaking . Why was I even going this far for this stupid bet I gave myself?

Without answering my own question, I brought the drink in front of me and crushed the pill inside the glass, stirring it well. The spoon was left in the fridge as I closed it and made sure to put an orange slice on the side of the glass. It looked alright. It’s not like he’d care much about it , I thought while glancing at him and noticing the third glass by his side.

Clearly, the man was not wasting any time.

On my way back to Rindou, I heard a new voice say out loud, “Is this man for fucking real?”

Many phones rang, all had a different sound, and some just vibrated, but there was one thing tying them—all the executives had received a message at the same time. Handing the younger brother his drink, I smiled as he took it without even looking at me; his eyes were locked on the screen. All of us who were not informed were just confused. That was until Takeomi turned his phone to the girl next to him, the white-haired man did the same with a woman by his side I did not recognize. I walked out of the living room and around the couches to stand behind Ran as I looked over his shoulder.

A video was playing. I had missed the very beginning and it wasn’t that long, but it looked like an amateur porn actress was crying. Whether in pleasure or pain, I did not know, but the man filming it while thrusting erratically spoke, “ What would you do for me? Hm? ” He had asked, panting. I could hear the smile behind the screen, the craziness dripping from those words. But the man filming was not the worst part. It was seeing this broken woman, half-dazed and naked on the bed say, “ Anything—ask and I’ll do it. ” 

There was no hesitancy in her tone, she seemed dead and yet so alive, but only for him. Just for him. How to seem empty and yet so fucking dependant, all of this in her eyes behind the camera, to look at him. The man spoke again but I was too focused on how she kept crying and smiling at the same time, how fucked up was this? Was this a consensual video? Shouldn’t this be sent to the police?

“ So you would kill for me .” I heard the man ask, almost like he was amused, but he didn’t seem to be fucking around one bit.

When the woman in the video stared at the camera and smiled, replying, “ Yeah, anyone .” Ran locked his phone and stood up, making his way to the balcony in a few fast steps. I did not think much of it at first; instead, I stayed right there and waited to see if this was a joke or if I could get any information on what had just happened.

The white-haired man shook his head and looked at the woman by him and a pink-haired man’s side, “Shiho,” So that’s her name , I thought, “This shit’s gonna break her.”

Shiho stood up and looked like she was about to throw a fit when the man behind her grabbed her wrist and pulled her back on the couch. She immediately looked at him, breathing out, “Sanzu…” Almost ready to cry, he wiped the tears that had formed in her eyes; the scene was heartwarming, close to intimate… if he hadn’t then slowly pried her mouth open to put a little piece of a broken up tablet in it. “Who cares, she’ll do fine. He ain’t gonna kill her, you get to keep your girlfriend, she’s not just gonna outrun any of us.”

The woman called Shiho whimpered just as the white-haired man reached Sanzu to push him away with force and help the woman stand up, “You think that’s helping?! Fucking shit, I’ll bring her back in a bit.” He said as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and led her away from the living room.

“Yo, Koko, you’re gonna fuck Sanzu’s girl?” I heard Rindou call out from his spot on the couch with two women by his side. Takeomi gave him a look and was about to whisper something to him when Rindou covered his mouth for a few seconds before bursting out laughing, “Shit, my bad, you got the puppy man, yeah my bad.” And another laugh. Obnoxious. Loud. Drunk. It made everyone laugh with him, perhaps some out of fear because he was after all an executive of one of the biggest criminal organizations, or perhaps they genuinely found him funny. Whichever it was, it didn’t matter much.

Koko and Shiho disappeared in one of the rooms, there was little I could get from them at this point but the rest of the men in the room started talking. I made my way to the kitchen for a drink and listened in.

“I mean, even I wouldn’t go as far—my girl’s all in every time, and she’s clean, like…” Sanzu was interrupted when Takeomi spoke in surprise, “Yeah, there was blood on her face, right?! Do you think he hit her? That’d be disgusting even for him.”

“I don’t know, man, he’s the most fucked up of us all. I’m keeping an eye on him cause I just know he’ll go rogue one day, he’s so fucking like—free minded, free in his head—free… free spirited! Yeah, that. I mean, he’s cuckoo is what it is.” Sanzu said before licking his finger and dipping it on the tray in front of him, bringing it now coated in white over his gums.

Rindou, clearly drunk, still spoke, “Didn’t we get a picture before that? Wait, let me…” Pulling out his phone and almost dropping it, the man with light purple hair scrolled a bit in the conversation where people seemed to have talked a lot after that video and found it. He turned his phone and showed the picture to everyone, many gasped so I walked to the living-room not joining in on the conversation then continued on to the balcony.

The girl from the video was in that picture. Bloodied, crying, empty. She had seemed more lively in the video than in that very photo which clearly depicted her broken state. I felt uneasy just thinking about it. I did not know the woman myself, so I could only imagine how close some of them must have been with her, especially that Shiho, for this to get such a reaction. 

“What do you want?” Ran’s annoyed voice greeted me.

A cigarette in hand, both his elbows resting on the handrail, he did not even look at me as my steps echoed on the wooden floor. I hated how loud my heels were in the quiet of the night so I took them off and left them by the door. “You reacted strongly to whatever that was.”

“It’s none of your business.” He stated.

He was right. But I was curious, and he seemed like he could use someone to talk to. Someone unfazed by whatever was happening out there, by whatever their opinion on the situation was. “Fair.” I stated.

Then I joined him and sat at the seat by his side. Legs crossed and mouth shut, I was utterly silent. We could hear the pounding of the music inside, the loud muffled talking alongside the sudden glass shattering on the ground, but nothing was being exchanged between us. And oh was I aware that it would tick him off, he looked like the type to hate awkward silences. Not even a minute passed before he suddenly turned around and glared at me, “What do you want?”

With fake surprise, I placed a hand on my chest and looked at him confused, “Me? Nothing. I’m just out here… taking in some fresh air… it’s a cool night.”

“I don’t want to talk to you.” He spat.

I chuckled and nodded, “I understood that the first time, don’t worry.” Then a new silence settled. It was hard not to smile in satisfaction because I knew he was so close to snapping, either in anger or just simply caving in and starting a conversation on the topic. To incite him a little, I looked at the sky and sighed, “It’s a shame we can’t see the stars.”

“Stop talking, whatever you’re doing is not gonna work so get back inside.”

A laugh escaped my lips, “Hey, they’re a bit loud in there,” I pointed at the window where we could see Rindou was trying to climb over the couch to reach his DJ set, “And their hands are pretty busy too, so let me take a break in peace.” I told him as I rested my head on the back of the seat, my eyes now closed. Once more, I held back a smile when I heard the rustling of the man in front of me moving to sit on the seat opposite mine. The flicker of his lighter was heard, then the puffing followed by the creak of the wooden seat as he leaned back, “I can’t help her. That video, it’s…” He breathed out, smoke leaving his pretty lips as I now stared at him. So that was the same woman he was down bad for?

He was looking out at the buildings. I did not force him to meet my eyes and simply hummed, “No offense, but she doesn’t look like she wants any help. So don’t beat yourself up over it.”

“Why the fuck would she go for him?” He hissed, this time turning around to face me as he crushed the cigarette with his foot once he had dropped it on the floor. I cut him off before he could speak, “What? Are you gonna tell me some shit like ‘ girls always pick the bad guys and good guys finish last ’?”

He was stunned and angered now.

“None of you are good. Not a single one of you. So it’s clearly not that.” With a shrug, I got more comfortable in my seat and nodded at him, “I don’t know shit about your story, but from what I saw, that woman isn’t right in the head.”

That made Ran click his tongue against his teeth but he didn’t say anything in response, at least not right away. Looking around, I saw the open bottle of champagne on the table and reached out for it before taking a large sip that I gulped down without any hesitation, “Odds are, his dick game is just that good.”

“He didn’t fuck her until tonight and she disrespected me a long time before that fucking shit.”

Right away, I spoke up, “So that’s the issue, your ego was hurt.” With a pout, I took another sip from the bottle before it was snatched from my hands, spilling some all over my dress. “Are you for real?” I gasped, standing up to let it drip to the floor. Only seconds after, I was forcefully pulled onto Ran’s lap as he rolled up the hem of my dress to grab my ass with just as much strength. “Need I remind you of your place? You just gotta look pretty; not bratty, not smart, not insolent. Pretty .”

I felt his hands between my legs first, then I heard the unzipping of his pants, and shit did that get me excited. With another mocking pout, I leaned over and tilted his head up to meet his gaze, “Is that supposed to put me in my place? If anything, it’s turning on so fucking bad I don’t think anything you’ll give me right now will feel like a punishment.” I laughed right as my lips ghosted over his. He smiled at me, no warmth following that smile but I couldn’t care less because he was focused on me at this very moment. He wasn’t thinking of her because I had riled him up enough to have him take action.

“You’re not right in the head either, are you?” He breathed out.

Smirking back, I huffed a laugh, “Correct. But I’m not nearly as bad as your crush.”

His sudden grip on my throat had me let out a strained sigh, “You’re bad enough to wanna fuck a criminal.” He scoffed, “But are we really criminals or are we just… determined?” His lips brushed over mine, gently pulling at my lower lip with his teeth as his smile widened, “We know what we want— I know what I want, and I know exactly what I have to do to get it.”

My laugh died in my throat; when I tried to speak, it sounded so bad but I pushed through, not daring to comment on how he did not actually get the girl he wanted. “So do I—right now, I wanna fuck a criminal .” The word was said like it meant nothing, like it was the wrong one to use, so I added again with a growing smirk, “ A desperate man .”

His hand trailed up from my throat to under my chin before holding tight onto my jaw, an action he had done many times already but that had the same effect on me each and every time. “What’s so thrilling about it?” He asked, his nose brushing against mine as his lips did the same all while he awaited my answer.

Grinning, I moved quickly enough to peck his lips—he pulled back rapidly and I laughed, “It’s a power trip, at least for me.” My hands moved to his pants while I leaned against him. His head fell to rest on the back of the couch but his eyes never left mine, a smugness adorning them. Pulling his cock out, I hummed and ran my tongue over the side of his neck, “You’re like a challenge, so stoic, so angry—I wanna make you beg me to fuck you, I wanna see how needy you can get.” I gasped audibly, swearing under my breath when he shoved my panties aside and I felt his fingers inside me. This distraction did not stop me from whispering right next to his ear, “It’d be such a pretty sight to see you whining under me.” 

The actions that accompanied my shit-talking annoyed him as much as it got him hard. That painfully slow stroking, the way my thumb kept grazing his tip—it made him hiss through his teeth, “Keep talking like that and you’ll regret it.”

“What? Does it irk you that I wanna make you bottom so fucking hard you’ll be a mess under me?” I smiled sweetly. His fingers slowed their thrusts inside me before Ran pulled them out and placed both his hands on the armrests of the seat, not saying anything while he spread his legs wider, letting me do as I pleased. “Already doing so good for me, such a good boy, Ran.” I cooed, letting go of his dick to slowly loosen his tie off. He was faster than me and moved it from his neck to mine, tightening it as he pulled me closer. Still silent.

I giggled nervously, hiding how it caught me off-guard and continued unbuttoning his shirt. “I fear you’re only silent ‘cause you’re trying to imagine her instead of enjoying what I’m–” In the blink of an eye, my knees hit the wooden floor hard and my face was pulled up by the pressure around my neck as Ran gripped the tie towards him. Towards his erected cock. Without saying anything, his long fingers gently grazed my lips before roughly forcing my mouth open by pressing on either side of my cheeks. “There we fucking go, so much better.” He groaned while shoving himself in my mouth. I tried to hold onto his knees for more support, but he grabbed the bottle of champagne and pressed it against my knuckles, “Hands off.” He twisted it enough to hurt me, forcing me to let go.

“Now do what you do best and use your mouth.” He pulled at the homemade leash to get my mouth further onto his cock, making me gag on it. I looked up at him and didn’t do anything, trying his patience. This did not last long since his hand found the back of my head and forced his dick down my throat, grunting loudly in pleasure. “There we fucking go, yep, right there.” Without even looking at me, he started thrusting in and out, only seeking his own pleasure, and oh, I enjoyed it so fucking much. That selfishness, that roughness, it got me wanting him even more.

His hold on the back of my head had me moaning with my mouth wide open around his cock, his thrusts never stopping—if anything, they increased at the depraved sounds that he ripped from my throat. “See how I got you on your knees, with my cock down your fucking throat in less than a minute?”

I didn’t reply, his thrusts got rougher.

“See how easy it was for me?” He laughed shakily, probably feeling how close he was to release. To that end, I ran my tongue along his dick, looking up at him with daringness. 

His action stuttered before resuming its pace, “I don’t whine. I don’t plead. I get what I want, and you are clearly more than willing to take all I have to give.” With the few more thrusts that followed, the man was quick to finish and empty himself down my throat before pulling out and zipping his pants back up. I swallowed everything but my pride, for it was intact. I had all I wanted from him so there was no loss for me in this. Quite the opposite, I was even more excited to play with him.

Standing up, I leaned over his face before whispering to his ear, “ I could show you how willing I am, just ask .” Then I wiped my mouth on his vest before quickly stepping back and sitting on the seat in front of him. Before he could complain about my little act, I spoke up once more, “All shit aside, you sound like an asshole but also like you gotta talk about it, so if you wanna talk…” I trailed off. He didn’t respond, so I added, “I’m all ears. I’m not great at giving advice, but I’m pretty good at talking shit about people, so.”

Ran scoffed and got comfortable in his seat, his tie discarded to the side as he brought a glass to his lips, “You’re fucking insistent.”

“And you look like a sad, pathetic man who has no one, now that this is out of the way we can be the greatest friends, right?” I said mockingly, although half of it was true. The best way to a fool’s heart was through deception. 

Another scoff, but this time his eyes somehow softened when settling on me before darting to the action inside, “Ain’t in the mood to party, that’s all.”

“Yeah? Why? Aren't my girls pretty enough?”

This time he chuckled and looked at me, “Do you ever stop? Everytime you open your mouth it annoys me, like,” he brought his hands to his head gesturing an explosion, “never met someone so fucking annoying.”

“Blah, blah, let’s cut to the deep stuff. How did you get into this life?” And for some reason, it did spark a conversation. Sure, at first he asked me how I ended up in this lifestyle too, but surprisingly, he was kind enough to tell me bits of his past too. I’ll admit, I thought he’d simply shut me off, but as the night went on and the sun slowly began to rise while dew set all around us, he seemed softer. Almost open, vulnerable. I made sure to share enough of myself to make him comfortable, but was much more interested in him than I was into spilling my own life trauma.

At some point, we had both started dozing off and after it felt like minutes only, some loud noises resonated inside. I was startled awake and stood up suddenly, Ran only opening his eyes lazily as he looked to the side and groaned upon seeing who was at the door. He immediately stood up as well and grabbed my arm to force me to lean on the railings with him, “Here come Tweedle-sick and Tweedle-bitch.” He mumbled, his hand diving inside his vest pocket to pull out a pack of cigarettes. I held back from laughing and from telling him how kind he was to hand me one, and simply took it with a small thanks.

He helped me light it up before lighting his own. I asked, “Are they the ones ? You know, the chosen ones . The honorable recipients of your wrath.”

“Yeah.”

We both looked over our shoulders to glance at them, but only Ran was lucky enough to meet the woman’s gaze. It made him sigh before looking back ahead, “You know, he calls her ‘doll’, which is lame as it is,” He started, I mumbled something along the lines of it being rather hot but he ignored me, “but that’s a puppet, not one thought is hers. Empty and dull, that’s what she fucking is.”

“It almost sounds like you’re mad at her for–”

“For being an idiot. For being weak, yeah. I knew she wasn’t cut for this shit, and she’s just proving my point.” He spat.

I pouted mockingly and crushed the bud out on the railing, “Feels more like you’re ashamed you liked her for a sec.” I sighed loudly, dramatically, and quickly said, “I’m going back inside, it looks like they’re having fun in there. You coming?” I looked back inside, “Your girl’s gone, so.” Then I shrugged and went inside. I knew Ran was following me by the pissed off groan that left his mouth. Once we stepped inside, everything was loud—or rather, he was loud.

“I told ya I’d make good use of her! She’s like a mini-me—” The man with glasses was talking, but got interrupted by Sanzu who got up and walked up to him, angered, “We don’t need another fucked up asshole in our ranks, d’you get that?!” He gripped the taller one by the collar and pulled him close to his face, almost butting foreheads together. He reached towards the couch for something only to have Takeomi stand up and grab it, putting it out of his reach— a sword .

Sanzu continued, “No one trusts you here, Hanma.”

Everyone went silent.

“It’s fucking trust by proxy, ‘cause Mikey keeps you close for all the dirty work he gotta do.” He pushed him roughly, almost making me tumble trying to avoid him if I hadn’t been pulled aside by Ran. Thanking him under my breath, we prepared something for us to drink but my eyes barely left the two men arguing. Hanma, seemingly Ran’s old ‘competition’, grabbed Sanzu’s collar with both hands and threw him back before stepping closer to tower over him, “It’s not very nice to do that, but I’ll let it slide. Now, do it again and I won’t be as kind, this time I won’t just shove you like we’re kids.” He dropped his tone, taunting Sanzu to do it again, itching for a fight.

With a dry laugh, Sanzu stepped back, not even looking at Hanma. The mood was strange, rightfully so since the pink-haired one was quick to snatch his weapon from the man with slicked-back hair. In a blink, he was facing Hanma again, sword drawn while the tall one reacted just as fast, punching him hard, making him almost fall on the floor. Sanzu spat blood and raised his sword, ready to strike until Rindou stood up and placed himself between the two men, “Y’all already spilled blood on my rug, so either stop this shit or go fight outside.”

“I’d be more than happy to beat his shrimp ass to a pulp since he’s so confident.”

“No one asked you, sit back down and wait for your dog to come back. It’s really not that hard.” Ran called out from the kitchen.

The crazy laugh that escaped Hanma’s lips as he turned around to face Ran sent chills down my spine. I held my cup close to my face and didn’t move, completely ignoring Sanzu's girl that came in from the room behind him. “Are ya mad now cause you didn’t get to fuck her?”

Hanma rapidly moved to slam his hands on the kitchen island in front of us, then he leaned on his elbows and looked at Ran with a huge smile, “Missed the opportunity to get railed for free? How hard did you get from my pretty video?”

“No one got turned on by that shit. Unlike you, most of us are pretty stable—so, your girl balling her eyes out wasn’t really it .” I quickly said, aware of how my voice faltered for a second, but I stayed put and stared right back at him. Hanma’s smile fell and he was now looking at me with pure boredom, “Didn’t know Ran was a ventriloquist.” He said off-handedly. His voice rose slightly, “It has to be that, right? You wouldn’t be dumb enough to talk to me like that. Yeah?” The insanity in his voice made me talk back, or close to—Ran nudged me and replied to the crazy man in front of us, “Can you really judge her IQ? I mean, did you see your bitch? If she’s following you around she has to match your level, can’t fucking imagine how low it has to be.”

Hanma did not react at all.

He smiled slightly and brought a cigarette to his lips, lighting it all while staring at Ran.

As he puffed out smoke, he softly said, “I’m not the one getting attached to a whore now, am I? Come on blue blood, are you really in a position to fuck with me?” He asked rhetorically, now both hands on the counter as he pushed himself away from it lazily. He brought the cigarette to his lips again and huffed a laugh, “I worked hard to get what I want and you weren’t up to my level,” With a side glance at Ran’s angry expression, Hanma made sure to add, “It’s just sad to see you so hung up on my girl. What? Do I have to fuck her in front of you to make you understand she’s mine?”

Just as he said that, the door of the room in which the white-haired man and Hanma’s girl had gotten into slammed shut while they stepped out. Hanma’s head turned suddenly and he was even faster to walk up to her seething—I brought my cup to my lips and held back from laughing as I looked aside.

“Didn’t I tell you not to lay a hand on my girl?” Hanma thundered to Koko.

“ Your girl? That’s Mikey’s girl, I don’t think there’s much left for you in there. She’s a goddamn dog, tell her to shoot, she'll shoot!” He laughed in Hanma’s face, standing in front of him, almost daring him to strike. Koko then smiled, “Tell her to bark, she’ll bark I’m sure. Not much free thinking in her anymore, is there?” 

I had to turn around to hide my growing smile, this was exactly what Ran had told him and it felt good to hear others say it. I had no intentions to meddle in their affairs, but I was feeling happy for Ran to be in the right. Rindou groaned for some reason and I threw Ran a side glance, he seemed focused on the scene displayed in front of him so I did not say anything.

Of course, I had to turn around when I heard Rindou say “Are you saying she’s a bitch? She sure was howling last night!” He said enthusiastically, fake howling and making the older man next to him laugh in the most ugly way in the process. Exhausted, Ran told him to stop. The younger brother immediately calmed down and took off his stupid glasses, his face deadly serious now.

The worst had yet to come when Hanma’s girl spoke. I wanted to cover her face with a pillow to have her shut up when she said, “Who’s the bitch now? Daddy told you to shut your fucking mouth and you do it? God, you're embarrassing.” She was the one acting embarrassing in this situation. I made sure to nudge Ran for his attention as I whispered in my cup, “ This is the girl? The one you’re salty you didn’t get? ”

He let out a short laugh which warmed my chest with pride.

“What? I can’t talk back?” The crazy bitch stood up, facing Koko and Hanma, “Koko’s shit-talking me,” She dared to point at the man on the couch, “Rindou too—actually, while we’re all at it, go ahead! Might as well let them all disrespect me, right? Why not just–” Hanma was a fast man, he had forced her to sit down in seconds, he was then blocking the view but I could hear him say, “Shut your fucking mouth, you’re being a disgrace right now. This is serious shit, so stay put, yeah?” A short silence set.

Ran fully faced me and nodded towards the door, “Get your stuff, I’m dropping you at your place.”

In the back, we could hear Sanzu stirring some shit up as he exclaimed, 

“Doesn’t look like a lost cause, you can still train her I’m sure!” He mocked, making everyone else laugh but us. There was a weird tension in the room, I’d had my quota of idiocy for the time being so I nodded and stopped listening to everyone. I grabbed all my stuff from the counter and followed Ran outside, “If you hadn’t let her go back then, I’m sure she is fully out of your mind now, right?” I poked at him metaphorically.

The man shrugged and got inside the car, not opening the passenger door for me. Joining him, I added, “I’ll stop shitting on her, I’m sure I can give you something she could never.” I accidentally let out. Ran’s face lit up for a second in surprise, an emotion I had yet to see on him.

“You really think you’re the shit? Gotta do a lot better than hump my brother to get to me.” He scoffed dryly.

I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped my lips as I fastened my seatbelt, “That’s a faux-pas, come on. At least be my regular, just for the sake of it.” I said teasingly.

He looked straight ahead and smirked slightly, “Let’s see how far you’re willing to take this chase, then.”

Chuckling, I was excited and grinned, “Game on.”

[perspectivestarters]

Perspective's Sentence Starters; So Much (For) Stardust by Fall Out Boy (Part II)

I AM MY OWN MUSE

"Not sure you should take a chance."

"I like playing dumb, letting you figure me out."

"I was faded, in my own defense."

"Drop a bomb on all the things we dreamed about."

"Smash all the guitars 'til we see all the stars."

"We got to throw this year away like a bad luck charm."

"They never came."

"No one let them in 'cause they didn't know my name."

"I know I keep my feelings so tucked away."

"Just another day spent hoping we don't fall apart."

"Let's twist the knife again."

"Twist the knife again like we did last summer."

"I'm just trying to keep it together."

"It gets a little harder when it never gets better."

FLU GAME

"I guess to you now, I'm just a face in the crowd."

"Oh, God, kindly please, would you kill me now?"

"Last night, I dreamt I still knew you."

"I carved out a place in this world for two."

"It's empty without you."

"I've got all this love I've got to keep to myself."

"All this effort to make it look effortless."

"Confront all the pain."

"I can't be who you need me to be."

"One day, no one will remember me when they look back."

BABY ANNIHILATION

"An alligator prince with crocodile tears."

"Permanent head-cold dreams awash in your love."

"Time is luck, and I wish ours overlapped more or for longer."

"The first time I took the mask off, just had another one on underneath."

"Self-sabotage at best."

"But you know what they say."

"If you want a job done right, you gotta do it yourself."

"The world was a cruel joke."

"What is there between us, if not a little annihilation?"

THE KINTSUGI KID (TEN YEARS)

"I am a hard pill to swallow."

"I know I'm not your intended dose."

"Roll the highlights."

"I spent ten years in a bit of chemical haze."

"I miss the way that I felt."

"I felt you at the beginning, but needed you at the end."

"Stop me if you have heard this all before."

"You don't know me anymore."

WHAT A TIME TO BE ALIVE

"That’s the way, the world, it used to be."

"We're out here and we're ready."

"I don't care if it's pretty."

"I just need someone to hold me."

"You don't even know me."

"What a time to be alive."

"They say that I should try meditation."

"I don’t want to be with my own thoughts."

"It never felt that much like medication."

"I just want to be your cherry on top."

"Make me like a charm on your necklace."

"When I said, "Leave me alone", this isn't quite what I meant."

"Sometimes you wonder if we're ever looking back."

SO MUCH (FOR) STARDUST

"I'm in a winter mood."

"I feel like something that's been stretched out, over and over again."

"Stars are the same as ever."

"I don't have the guts to keep it together."

"Life is just a game."

"I'm stuck in a lonely loop."

"So much for stardust."

"We thought we had it all."

"I need the sound of crowds, or I can't fall asleep at night."

"I can't take my thoughts."

"Another year of possibilities left unwrapped."

"I'm pretty positive my pain isn't cool enough."

"Ache it 'til you make it."

"I think I've been going through it."

"I've been putting your name to it."

"In another life, you were my babe."

"In another life, you were the sunshine of my lifetime."

"I used to be a real go-getter."

"I used to think it'd all get better."