#like no im not getting paid to help you but you did ask nicely so

[fox-guardian]

one thing about me is if I don't work at a store but someone thinks that I do and asks me for help I will simply try to help them anyway as a first instinct. that's not me flexing I just like helping people. like a lady at walmart once asked me to get a cart for her before she realized I didn't work there and bro I almost did it. I was at check out. with my Father.

just recently at another walmart a guy was asking me about bedsheets and I attempted to help him. I could not. he was talkin couches. he might not have even thought I worked there he mighta just been desperate for couch sheets. idk I just wished him luck and left in search of car cup trash cans.

once at hot topic a person asked me about jewelry and stuff and I just. assisted. I did math for this stranger. we chatted. I have never worked in a hot topic but I Was wearing a button-covered lanyard for a different store (I had work that day) so y'know fair but like bro. you would not believe how easy it is to talk to people with the pretense of you helping them with something it's wild.

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being the Justice League’s computer intelligence

Justice League x reader

warnings:

a/n: THANKS BABE. this is such an old request i am so freaking sorry

prompt: anonymous: “Hello! I would like to request a Justice League (DC Extended Universe) + Reader who is sort of their 'Person in the Chair' - helping behind the scenes to keep their weapons/powers/skillset in tact, but is not afraid to fight back if necessary? I would like these to be a set of headcanons, please? Thank you and Happy Writing! P.S. You're writing is incredible!”

you and alfred got along well

“glad i’m not the only one doing the grunt work anymore” -alfred

“and i was under the impression you loved this job” -you, sarcastically

you could frequently be found switching between important sites that actually helped during missions and reddit

“alfred hang on i want your opinion on this: ‘am i the asshole for trying on my bosses suit? i (25m) work with some pretty famous people and my boss (45m) has a really cool suit. it’s a little stiff but i think i like it. anyways, there’s a matching hat (if you will) and it smells AWFUL, so i sprayed it with febreeze but it only made it worse—’” -you

“hang on. this cant be…” -alfred

“HOW DID YOU FIND MY REDDIT ACCOUNT?!” -barry, over comms

“your name is scarletspeedster, and we’ve been trying to wash that febreeze smell from the cowl for weeks.” -you

“my god, barry. next time, just use an old suit” -alfred

“really?!” -barry

“no” -you and alfred

you do a lot of gadget/weapon design with JL members

“it’s acceptable” -bruce

“wow, thanks” -you

“it’s…it’s good work. i mean it” -bruce

diana sits with you and tells you stories, sometimes theyre very informational

“so if you ever do end up fighting, you’re going to want to craft a very nice sword for yourself. i know you’re good at that, you’ll do just fine” -diana

barry nerds out with you sometimes

he gets real excited when he sees you designing stuff on the computer

and tries to be helpful

“wind resistance might be a problem with this design, you should go sleeker” -barry

“hey, barry? if you don’t let me do my job im gonna design a tool specifically to shut you up” -you

“harsh!” -barry

“sorry, maybe a little too far. but let me work” -you

arthur wanted cooler clothes

“can i get you some material from atlantis so you can make me a nicer suit?” -arthur

“only if you bring me extra so i can have fun with it” -you

“not a problem for the king, its a deal” -arthur

clark didn’t really need/want much

but he was a great help when testing new weapons and suits

“can you just…laser vision that target right ahead. new suit material” -you

“yeah, stand back” -clark

it held for a good 20 seconds

“better than i thought” -you

you were their eyes in the sky on missions

directions, lookout, enemies, obstacles, detours, you name it

and yeah, maybe victor could also do a great deal of this stuff, but you got to do it behind the scenes and you actually got paid pretty well for it

but occasionally you did ask him for tech support

“victor, the batcomputer froze” -you

“i know, i did that on purpose” -vic

“can you unfreeze it so i can see what’s going on?” -you

“what’s the password?” -vic

*sigh* “ilovevicstone123” -you

diana let you spar with her sometimes

which honestly scared you every time bc you know she could kill you if she wanted to (but you knew she would never)

(but she could)

you’d never be apart of the justice league, which was very okay with you because you loved being behind the scenes and not being shot at

and so long and you had tea with alfred while the rest of them were kicking ass, you’d manage

taglist: @locke-writes // @captainshazamerica // @summersimmerus // @deanzboyfriend // @zoeyserpentluck // @mr-mxyzptlk-1940 //

[pigcowboys]

hiii!!! may i request headcannons or smth for doing arts n crafts or pottery with percy pleaseee!!! :3 thank youuu have a nice dayyy

pairing: percy jackson x gn!reader

warning(s): mutual pining, kissing, fluff, incorrect pottery knowledge, physical touch.

summary: percy helps you with your pottery assignment

a/n: HI!! TYSM FOR REQUESTING :D, this request is adorable too I’ve always loved this pottery trope it’s so cliche 😭😭 im currently working on the missing FIC but! I wanted to post SOMETHING cause it’s been so long.

happy halloween to anyone who celebrates it!

percy peered into the arts and craft room curiously, looking around at the abandoned looking room. a smile made its way onto his face as he took notice of you, practically skipping over to you.

you huffed as you picked at the dried up clay on your hands, flinching slightly when percy slung a hand over you, pulling you towards him with a smile.

“what’re you doing?” he asked, peering over your shoulder curiously. you barely moved, adjusting your shoulder so he’d rest comfortably.

“making — or well, trying to make a vase.” you turned to look at him through your peripheral. percy stared at the discombobulated mess of clay that he assumed was your attempt at that.

“i’m guessing this is a more..artistic take on that.” he joked, nuzzling his face further into your shoulder. “did you come here to laugh at me or something?”

“truth? maybe.” he grinned. “that and, i just missed you.” you rested your head against his own which laid in the crook of your shoulder, cradling it with your clay stained hands.

“flattery will get you nowhere, percy.” you smiled at him. “but, i missed you too.” you leaned forward, moving Percy’s head out of your shoulder in the process. he moved to sit beside you, looking at the mess in front of you with a confused look. you met his gaze, offering him a dazed grin.

“do you want some help?”

“yes, please.”

percy laughed slightly, standing up and plopping down behind you. you adjusted to the feeling of him behind you, giggling slightly when his hands brushed your rib cage as it came to hold onto your waist.

you eyed him curiously before clearing the kiln of any excess clay. Percy watched closely as you placed a fresh lump of clay onto the wheel, watching closely as you began to toy with the shape of the clay. his head found it’s way over your shoulder as he braved against your back, removing his hands for your waist.

your breath caught in your throat at the proximity but paid it no mind, pushing down your anxiety in favor of focusing.

“here,” you said, motioning for Percy to bring his hands forward to which he did, hovering on the wheel with uncertainty as he waited for your next command. “shape the lower half, i’ll work on the top half, okay?”

percy hummed in agreement, leaning to the right of you as he used his lithe fingers to curve the lower half of the vase. you two worked in tandem despite the close proximity and the straying thoughts that would flash in your mind every few minutes about how you could feel percy’a breath against your neck.

you felt like you were going crazy, especially when your hands absentmindedly wander further down towards the lower half of the vase, grazing Percy’s own hands which were moving up at the same time. in real time the contact only lasted about a minute or two but you felt like the lasted well over ten.

it seriously didn’t help when Percy inched forward as you were turning to observer the wall mounted clock in the arts in crafts room, locking eyes with him for moment before whipping your head back to focus on what you were actually supposed to be doing.

the situation was so awkward and it was only punctuated by percy talking enthusiastically about something that crossed his mind as you tried your best to listen to what he had to say. though, at this point you were down for the count and there wasn’t anyway to just slip out from the position you’d put yourself in.

your mind wandered and you turned to look at percy as he spoke, mind getting caught on the pinkish hue of his lips. they looked, regular — you guessed. just..really nice. and inviting. and cute kind of? can lips be cute? maybe not, but, his were.

Percy trailed off as he caught wind of the fact you were zoned out, fixating his eyes towards wherever it was you were looking at and flushing when he did. a nervous laugh slipped through him that caused you to snap out your daze as he murmured out your name.

“you’re not listening are you?”

“i am.”

“y’know I hate that I doubt that.”

you frowned, a bad attempt at looking offended by the complete and total truth that Percy was accusing you of doing.

“what makes you think I’m not?” you asked, turning back to focus on shaping the clay. percy stilled for a moment before leaning forward, breath fanning against the shell of your ear.

“ the fact you keep staring longingly at my lips.”

you flinched at the sound of his voice, whipping your head back to look at him and simultaneously digging into the clay that was still rotating. you cursed, removing your hands from the wheel as you shifted out from your spot in-front of Percy.

he looked at you with slight amusement as he stopped the spinning, getting up to follow after you, who had walked over to the sink — washing your hands furiously while also trying to calm your racing heart.

percy walked over slowly, observing you silently before taking a spot next to you to wash his hands. you didn’t spare him a glance when he did, only shifting slightly so he’d get access to the sink as well.

“ are you embarrassed or something?” he spoke up suddenly

“wh—” You snapped your head towards Percy with a genuine look of bewilderment in your face. “no!” you frowned at him, heart beating in your ears and he stared you down. well, you had to give it to him, the guy had amazing eye contact.

“you just caught me off guard.”

“caught off guard or caught red handed?”

“caught off guard.”

percy looked at you like he trying to analyze you, hands flapping in the wind as he shook off the water that was on his hands. you turned your back towards him, reaching for the towel that was a near the sink, drying your hands. now, how were you supposed to come up with an excuse that could get you out of this?

“hey,” Percy spoke once more, a slight seriousness in the tone of his voice. you turned your head towards him curiously. “we could try it.”

“try..?”

“kissing.”

“each other?” you asked, complete shock on your face.

“no, the clay.” he quipped, expression faltering when his response was met with silence from your end. “it’s..okay if you don’t want to — i just thought it would be.. uhm, good for practice?”

“yeah, cause i kiss people every other month or so.”

he shrugged. “you could be living a double life.” you shot him a look, a sigh escaping you. he wasn’t joking right? like, this wasn’t a prank..right? you racked your brain from specifics, trying your hardest to walk through the idea before reluctantly opting to give into it.

it was a once in a lifetime opportunity.

“c’mere,” you murmured, and Percy obeyed your order almost immediately. your breath caught in your throat as he approached you carefully, placing his hand on your shoulder. you looked up at him like a deer in headlights, causing a laugh — or more like a cackle to escape his lips.

you gave him an unamused look. percy smiled warmly, clearing his throat before moving his hands towards the underside of your chin, angling it up. you closed your eyes expectantly, gulping as Percy’s breath fanned over your lips.

he hesitated for a moment before leaning in and locking lips with you after a pause. you pursued your lips against his own, hands coming to rest on his chest as you fiddled with the strings of his hoodie.

you were stiff in his hold, something that he could feel as he pressed into your body. his other hand reached up to rest on your hands which was rested against his chest in attempt to soothe your nerves. you relaxed in his hold, titling your head slightly as you pull back for air before going back in.

Percy pulled away from the kiss finally, a small sigh escaping his lips as he gazed at you longingly. he opened his mouth to say something, lips pressing shut as he stood in silence. you felt as if it was now your turn to ease the tension, a smile breaking out on your face in an attempt to soothe his fears.

“that was..a solid 8/10..”

percy grinned, removing his hand from under your chin as he cradled your torso. “2 points off?” he smiled. “How come?”

You shrugged. “you were pretty stiff.”

“you’re talking?”

you punched him playfully, sliding out of his grip carefully as you inches back towards the wheel.

“come on, let’s finish this, okay?” you turned towards him. “i’lil let you do a redo afterwards.”

percy stared at you with starstruck eyes, briskly walking back over to the pottery station.

[lizzaneia-elizalde]

okaaaaaaay i think im now madly obsessed w yan player amor so what if barista reader noticed and slowly became uncomfortable w his uncannily nice advances and overly big tips and all that knowing he has quite the reputation? but i think that the gods also shot an arrow into my heart as i read abt yan player >< <33

Yandere! Male! Player x gn! Barista! Reader part 2

An order of Amor coming right up!

"He's here again."

One of your coworkers nudged your side, smirking at your deadpan face. "Aw, what's the face for? Aren't you happy that you got such an icon pursuing you?"

You want to gag.

Amor has been going here, everyday. Drinking the same coffee, eating the same cake. It's been like that to the point that you'll prepare the order beforehand.

He always come to the cafe at 7:30 in the morning, walk up to you and with that dumb smile on his handsome face, he would say "Hello darling. One order of caramel machiatto and a slice of red velvet please." And you would hand the order immediately just to minimize interaction.

But he would stay at the counter just to smile creepily at you.

It doesn't help that your coworker would gush about how lucky you are, how amazing it is to have THE Amor fawning over you.

But guess what, you didn't care. You wanted out.

And you made sure Amor knew about it.

You ignored him, always adamantly returning his ever so generous tips, and shooting him down whenever you had the chances.

On the other hand, Amor is getting quite... Pissed.

Why aren't you falling for him?

He made sure to wish for every person to fall for him in his next life, which is this current life. So why aren't you fawning over him? Even the god of love doesn't have an answer at all.

It was infuriating.

You were so close. So painfully near to his grasp but so far. You were like an unreachable dream to someone so selfish as him. Like a punishment for being so over himself.

But, he's the Amor. He gets what he wants.

So, begging to his family, throwing a quite embarrassing tantrum, he managed to...

"MOM! DAD!" You yelled at your parents as they stopped arguing. The dark circles below their eyes were a signal that something's wrong. Terribly wrong.

They looked at each other before your mother gave a pointed look at your dad.

"Do not tell them." Your mother seethed, but your dad groaned.

"They deserve to know!"

"But they don't live here anymore! They don't have anything to do with our debts!"

Debts? Your parents had debts?

You looked at them incredulously, not believing at what they're talking about right now. Your parents were pious, they never, ever had debts and always were good people. So what's with debts? And why haven't they paid it yet?

"Dad, mom, debts? You guys made sure to pay them always if you did get debts or favors or whatever." You raised your hands in disbelief. You had a bad feeling about this.

"It's just that, we somehow got debted to the Kim's." Your dad said, worried.

"Kim's?" You asked. "There's too many Kim's! Which?!"

Your gut feeling made you remember a certain playboy.

"You know, that Kpop idol Taejoon Kim. With his wife the miss Universe Alyssa Kim? Their son... Amor Kim."

Your eyes widened, a feeling of dread creeping up your back and making you shiver from the sudden chill. No way, right?

"How did you even get debted to them?" Your voice carried a humorless laugh that seeped out a bit of fear. Your parents looked at each other before your mom sighed.

"I work in that fancy hotel, right?" Your mother grimaced. "I apparently broke their pipeline? I swear I was only in the pipe system to investigate the rat problem but I bumped into a faulty pipe and now the whole hotel is flooded... That hotel was owned by Mrs. Kim..."

Your father fidgeted on the spot also, looking away.

"The company I work at, had this pipe system too, and as their main cleaning manager I manage the waterline. I thought I could fix the problem by myself... Ended up flooding the building also... Owned by Mr. Kim."

You shivered from the weird coincidence. Both pipelines? Really? How did that even happen?

"So? Both of you are going to pay for it?" You asked with a slight grit on your voice and they nodded.

They looked so defeated, it broke your heart into tiny smithereens. The anger flared up for Amor once more.

"Those rich people..." You seethed.

"It was our fault dear." Your mother cooed, hugging your frame. "I... I wasn't careful enough."

"Me too. I should have called for an expert." Your father frowned sadly.

You never felt so helpless in your entire life. If only there was a way to help them.

"How can I help..?"

This time, your parents froze and they coughed loudly, looking away.

Another bout of the twisted gut, you looked at them with worry in your eyes. "What is it?"

"I-it's nothing, dear." Your mother whispered, avoiding eye contact. "We will find a solution ourself."

"No! If I can help then I will!" You stepped up to them. Your body moving in order to meet their evasive eyes. "Please! Look at me! What is it?"

"Ah..." Your father looked at your mother before whispering something to your ear.

"No."

Goosebumps riddled your body as you froze from the sudden shock going through your form. "Marriage?! What is this?! The 17th century?!"

Your parents looked at each other before shrugging. "It's really weird, dear. There's so many other chaebols out there who's more rich than us. But why you? We're not rich at all."

The whole situation was so fishy.

And a flash of that lovesick look Amor slips through sometimes came up on your mind.

You're too smart for your own good.

You knew it was due to him.

You had enough.

You can't just let your parents suffer like this.

So, with a heavy heart and a defeated look, you held their hands and hugged them both. "Thank you for taking care of me for my whole life, mom and dad."

A loving whisper, and a touch affectionate, your parents knew of your plan. And they paled.

"No! Dear, this is not your burden to carry!" Your father shakily let out. "You... You have so much to live for!"

"Look at the bright side, dad! I will be... Uh, rich! We will be!" You reasoned, trying, scouring for the bright side to this situation. "It's okay dad. Rather than being homeless trying to find money to pay for such a huge debt. I would take this road for the both of you."

Your mother started to weep, and you inwardly died.

You can't believe Amor would stoop this low.

You don't even know him that well.

And as you, in an elaborate and extravagant wedding garment, reach your hand towards the extended ones of Amor, with that triumphant and obsessive look that you abhor, you cursed him inwardly.

You never stood a chance.

The gods are on his side after all.

You are now his, fully.

Now it's up to you if you want to make his life miserable, or melt into his arms.

[xxxninjaxxx23]

You brought the light I needed in my life

Part 1

Samantha Carpenter x GN Reader.

New York City has always been a bustling hotspot for restaurants, opportunities, and some “night activities.”

And yet Samantha Carpenter can’t shake this emptiness she feels everyday in her life.

(Sam’s Pov) It was a busy friday evening and I had just gotten off my shift at the diner. The Manager let me go home early with my regular pay as a reward for working hard.

Truth is. There’s a reason why I don’t take days off and constantly work.

I wrapped up my leftovers in a bag for dinner later and walk back to the apartment since the gym was closed today ‘that’s where I usually spend my time’.

New York being the big city it is, I had to bump through crowds, junkies and greeted some couples. When I got to my complex, some people were already shooting looks at me, one threw a paper ball at me.

‘Looks like our neighbors know I’m the daughter of a small town serial killer.’

After getting past the death glares, I enter my apartment and put my leftovers in the fridge. Then I pour a cup of whiskey, sitting down to collect my thoughts, not bothering to turn on the tv.

I hear the door open a half hour later “Sam! Im home” hearing that voice always brings a little smile to my face.

Tara sets her shopping bags down and sits on the couch next to me, turning on the tv. I felt a bit of joy knowing I’m giving Tara what she always wanted. A degree, a boyfriend, and freedom to live her life provided she be careful of the dangers.

I took a sip of my drink “So how was your date with Chad?”

Tara jumped in excitement “Amazing! We went to a nice restaurant that had an open mic. You should have seen Chad try to sing “All of me” he did it a little off key but reassured that it was a “song picked just for me.” Tomorrow we’re going to an arcade that just opened. Want to join us?”

I felt an ache in my chest and it wasn’t the whiskey “Thank you Tara….but I don’t want to impose. Especially since I’m letting you live your life freely.”

Damn. I didn’t do much to hid my emotions and Tara was quick to notice.

“Is everything ok?” She asked putting a hand on my shoulder. Normally, I hate being asked that but this is my sister ‘sigh’ “I guess….I guess I’m just lonely to tell you the truth.”

Tara was confused “Lonely? Aw don’t be silly, you have me and the twins.”

I sipped my drink once again “I mean you know….lonely.” Tara playfully slapped her forehead. “Ohhh I see. I mean, I can try to help you find a date.”

I smiled a bit. “That would be nice, I just hope I find one. It’s not that easy when you’re the daughter of the first Ghostface.” Tara nodded “If that worries you, I can take a break from Chad and spend some time with you.”

“But Tara, you love him.” My sister nodded “I do. But you’re my sister and I love you more. All you have to do is say the word.”

I sniffled heavily before wrapping my arms around Tara “Oof. How can a (Guy/Girl) not love a woman with big muscles?” I laughed a bit.

(1 month later)

(Tara’s pov) True to my word, I spent more time with Sam. Even though she assured me that it was ok with me bringing Chad to the apartment or going on dates with him.

Since Chad is still asleep from finishing that assignment, I’m eating breakfast with Mindy and Anika. They were surprised that I chose to eat at the place Sam works at.

“I think I know what i want.” I said as Mindy looked up from her menu “T. Did you choose this place because it’s that good?”

“Or did you want a free meal from your sister?” Anika finished, laughing.

I rolled my eyes “No….I’m going to pay for-“ I felt my pockets “Shit! I forgot my wallet!” Mindy shook her head “Didn’t you forget it the last time you went with my brother to that restaurant.”

I blushed from embarrassment “Y-yes but I gave him the money back when I got paid.”

Anika nodded “What you really need is one of those wallet chains so you never have to lose it again. Plus it would look hot on you.”

Mindy playfully smacked Anika’s arm as Sam came by to take our orders “Now, now. Don’t kill each other until AFTER you eat.” As we took our orders, I picked mine which was a bit pricey ‘Sorry Sam.’

“Umm big sis. You think you can spot me for this one?”

Sam rolled her eyes “Again? How many times do I have to tell you to stop forgetting your money?” I smiled playfully “Pleaseeee. I won’t forget next time and I will pay you back, I promise.”

(Sams pov) I shook my head, not wanting my sister to throw a tantrum or steal somebody else’s food “Fine. I’ll hold you to that.” I gathered up the menus and took the orders to the kitchen. After that, I decided to wipe down the counter since it was a slow morning.

I was finishing the display case until a new customer walked in. “Welcome to Crown Shy. Would you like

I looked up from the case and was at a loss for words when I set my eyes on the person that walked in.

(Sorry I had to. Lol)

Their (gothic/eccentric) attire was stunning enough to make a lot of heads turn. I shook my head, hiding my blush “ ‘Ahem’ Welcome to Crown Shy. Would you like a booth or a table?”

(He/She) requested a booth saying they have a friend meeting them here for a class assignment. My shoulders tensed as I dropped the menu on the floor, running to get new one “Sorry about that”

I took a quiet breath and awaited their order.

(Tara’s pov) Another waitress brought our food and we were in the middle of a feast until I spotted Sam making eyes at the new customer that just walked in. I tapped Mindy on the shoulder “Ooh! Direct hit Cupid.” Mindy whispered.

“I’ll say. I think this is the first time I’ve seen my sister as a drooling lovesick puppy.” I nearly laughed when she dropped the menu and went to snatch a new one off another table “Smooth move Casanova” Anika whispered.

After Sam took her potential lovers order and brought their food out, she stepped outside telling her boss she was taking her fifteen. “Looks like someone needs a little push Tar” Mindy said.

I nodded as I went outside to find Sam with a hand on her chest, trying to control her rapid breathing.

“Someone’s got a crushhhh. Someone’s got a crushhh” I said in a singing voice, handing Sam a water bottle from my bag.

Sam wasn’t amused and showed her blush “Look. Try to talk to them Sammy. This is your chance to finally get a (Boyfriend/Girlfriend)”

She took a sip from her water bottle “B-but what if they don’t like me? What if they find out who I really am and never talk to me again?” I gently squeezed her shoulder

“Sam, you won’t know if you don’t try. I’ll be right there to comfort you if anything happens. Just introduce yourself and ask if you can sit with them until their friend shows up, make some small talk my hot sis.”

(Sam’s pov) I shook my head, smiling “I’m not really that hot but I’ll still make small talk with them.” We both head back inside the diner, seeing that the new customer is already eating their food.

I check my watch “Ok still on my break, time to make my move” I whispered.

I walk over to their table “Hi. Um, do you mind if I sit with you? I’m currently on break and my coworkers are having a football debate back there.

The customer looked up and smiled “Sure. I could use the company, seeing my friend is running a bit late.”

I hid the excitement in my stomach and sat down. “I’m Y/N by the way Y/N L/N.” They said extending their hand “Samantha….Carpenter. It’s nice to meet you.”

“I’ll say. It’s not often I see a pretty girl wanting to have lunch with me.”

I was flattered “So you think I’m pretty?” Now it was their turn to blush “Um s-sure? I mean I would really like to get to know you more.”

I felt my phone vibrate. I open it to see laughing emojis from Tara saying we are “Both hopeless with the small talk.” I shot a look at her, shaking my head.

I took a breath and engaged in a conversation like our favorite hobbies, movies, latest tv shows. I was amazed by how much we have in common unlike Ritchie who never liked almost all my hobbies. Sometimes I question why I got with him in the first place.

Anyways we talked a bit more along with me complementing their outfit, saying it “Makes them stand out and look more attractive.” I didn’t realize how long we were talking until I realized I was five minutes over my break.

I quickly jumped from the booth and back to my station in a flash but not before leaving my number on the receipt if they want to talk more.

(One shift later)

(Sam’s pov) This day was very slow and tiring. I was anxiously waiting for the time to fly by and luckily it did. But earlier, Tara didn’t help by eating loud and throwing trash on the floor. I swear my sister has the manners of a child. I rest my case when she let out a loud belch which ‘sigh’ everyone heard!

“Sorry! Excuse me!”

I cleaned the rest of the floors and whatever trash was on the tables as the last 30 mins approached. When it was time, I clocked out and said bye to my coworkers and boss.

Heading outside, I put my apron away and check my phone for any new messages. I got one from Tara who once again teased me that I was in a rush to see my new “lover.” I rolled my eyes and left that on read.

The next message was from….Oh Y/N and they asked if I wanted to watch a movie together. I responded back to it being a plan. We’ll watch a movie at my place and I’ll make the best dinner.

(Later)

(Tara’s pov) I sat on the couch waiting to go to the arcade. Chad really needs to stop staying up late and sleeping in late. It’s getting pretty hectic but I still end up dealing with it.

I check my phone “Hm, still got an hour left” I turn on the tv and snack on a few corn chips.

I got halfway through an episode of South Park until Sam came by with a hand vac, “Tara! I just cleaned here. Must you always be so messy.”

I scoffed “Looks like someone’s eager to keep the place clean for their new (Boyfriend/Girlfriend)”

Sam snatched the chips away from me “They’re not my lover. I just want spend time with a new friend, and that is making sure this place looks presentable.”

I nodded “Sure and I’ll be a millionaire one day. Look I get it. You want to make a first impression and that’s ok. No more lone wolf tonight Sam, it’s time for a new chapter, go get (him/her) tiger!”

(Sam’s pov) After cleaning Tara’s mess for the second time, I take a long needed shower and put on something simple. An hour later, the doorbell rings. “Y/N! Nice to see you again. It’s me uh Sam….from the diner” We both shared a hug before they went to the living room to pick out the movie.

Tara left for the arcade but not before ripping into me again “I swear you have no game sis. How did you even end up with Ritchie?” She whispered, laughing as she closed the door.

Damn it Tara! Why do you have to be such a gremlin? Though she’s not wrong, I really need to work on my pull game.

‘Just be yourself Sam, just be yourself.’

As I got the cooking utensils ready, I called from the kitchen island “So baby. Did you choose a good movie for us to watch?” I slapped my mouth

‘Of course! Leave it to Sam Carpenter to find a way to fuck a simple question up!’

Y/N smiled, laughing a bit “Hmm not yet. Maybe you should pick, baby.” They said, winking.

‘This is gonna be a long night…..good, I hope it never ends’

After Y/N selected the movie to watch, (he/she) joined me in the kitchen to help prepare the food.”

“Ok let’s make some of my famous pasta. Normally we charge $19.99 for this at the cafe.” Y/N was shocked “$20 for pasta?!” I nodded “It’s a family recipe, my um….father knew the right spices to use.”

Then we set the noodles and water to a boil. As it was cooking along with the sauce, we took the opportunity to take some silly pics together then post them. When the food was done, we set the plates and ate on the coffee table (Sam made sure it was clean after her sister put her bare feet on it recently. She really let Tara have it afterwards)

“I hope this isn’t a gory movie. I don’t want to lose my dinner.” Y/N shook their head “No this is more of an action movie. It’s called John wick.” I smiled “I don’t think I ever heard of that movie.”

A few hours into the movie, I was blown away by how ruthless this man was all over a car and…well I guess it makes sense with the dog.

(Y/N’s POV) After the movie was over and we cleaned up, I got my jacket and was about to head out seeing it was late. I said my byes but right as I was about to leave, I felt a hand on my arm “Stay with me….please?”

I smiled ‘How can I say no to that face?’ “Alright but um….I don’t have any sleepwear. I might have to sleep in my underwear if you don’t mind?”

I saw sweat pouring down from Sam’s forehead “N-No…I don’t mind at all.” I gave her a kiss on the forehead ‘probably shouldn’t have done that’ but she shrugged it off and led me to her room.

(Bedroom)

As Sam was in the bathroom, changing into her night clothes, I stripped down to my underwear. I put my clothes next to the bed on the floor. Few minutes later, Sam came back wearing said night clothes but she stood like a deer in headlights.

I was confused for a minute but then realized “Ah, you like what you see here? I said, showing off my body a bit.

Sam swallowed “Mmhm” was all she said before pulling me into bed with her.

Sam had a tv in her room so we watched a show just to fall asleep to but mostly talked a lot rather than watch the show or even drifting off to sleep.

I decide to try my luck “Snuggle me?” Sam was hesitant “Y-you want me to snuggle you?” That got me nervous, hoping I didn’t push things too quick besides the kiss of course. “Yes…but I understand if you don’t want to. I’m not here to make you uncomfortable.”

I felt some relief when she giggled “Come here.” She said extended her arms which I fell into perfectly. I felt butterflies in my stomach as she nestled next to me. “Sorry I was a little confused at first because no one I dated asked me to be the big spoon.”

I faced her a bit “Hm? Who wouldn’t want a woman with big biceps wrapped around them so safe?” Sam smiled “Probably because, they were jealous that I was more fit and muscular than them.”

I shook my head “I guess they forgot the definition of “Exercise” and “Workout” I said. “I do workouts myself but I been meaning to find a partner to go to the gym with.”

Sam rubbed my arms sounding a bit tired “I’d be happy to fill that role and go to the gym with you.”

I felt myself blush ‘Part of me really wants to kiss Sam for real this time but I don’t know if she wants a relationship now…or one with me. That might not be true, maybe just maybe I might have a chance at love again….I hope.’

I stayed awake for a bit hoping to ask Sam if she’s interested but I didn’t realize that sleep has taken her until I heard a snore from said girl. “Maybe tomorrow….yeah tomorrow’s ‘yawn’ a good day to tell her.” I felt my eyes get heavy, then fell asleep into Sam’s arms, holding me in place.

(Later on into the night when the pair were fully asleep, Tara came home and went to check on her sister. She had to stop herself from squealing at the sight that had emitted her eyes.

“This is definitely going on my page.” Tara said as she snapped a quick photo then left, closing the door.

“Goodnight Sam….Goodnight Y/N. I think you just brought the light my sister needed in her dull life.”

To be continued

Btw there’s the idea of the reader but the choice is still yours if these pictures don’t cut it

You got the gothic(eh maybe) or the elegant reader lol.

[princesssmars]

Hiiii! If you don’t mind could you please do a Sam carpenter x fem/gn!reader, where the reader is just like completely overstimulated and someone from the friend group does something that just makes the reader like get super upset and makes them walk away and sam is kinda confused and goes to asks the reader and comforts them and stuff? If not then that’s okay!

trust me

a sam carpenter x reader

wc : 1533

cw : fluff. angst. reader is stressed. conflict caused by mindy but its justified so don't think i don't love her! italic bit thats readers thoughts. ethan slander fuck that little worm. (f/t) means fave takeout!

an : couldnt think of a title nahh 💀but thank you for the request im happy to do it! i hope you like this even if it might be a bit rushed bc i wanna help add to the sam tag since im obsessed with her rn.

when you first moved to new york city it was a whirlwind. new people, new things to see, great food. granted when you got off of your first subway ride a rat tried to fight you over the grinder you had in your hand, but you still loved it.

but of course, everything didn't stay sunshine and rainbows for long. the big apple was expensive, and finding a job that fit your schedule and was able to pay your side of the rent was tough. but you managed. kind of.

your roommate and close friend convinced you to see a therapist she had heard about from a friend, and you decided it couldn't hurt to try. the guy was helpful if a bit annoying, but it was worth it when you saw her coming out of her session. now NYC was filled with a plethora of hot people, but you swear when she made eye contact with you and gave you a polite smile you felt your brain melting.

you saw her a few more times before you introduced yourself. she seemed wary but told you about herself as well, telling you her name was sam and that she had moved to new york not long ago as well with her sister for college. she seemed nervous, but you were a stranger so you chalked it off as anxiety.

you asked her for her number and did a small mental celebration when she said yes, deciding to text her the next afternoon to not seem too desperate.

luckily your efforts paid off! she was a bit distant the first few times you talked, but after inviting her out for lunch at some new restaurant in brooklyn she warmed up to you quickly, even enough to introduce you to her sister and her friends.

it was only after a few weeks of knowing her that you found out what happened in woodsboro. you had an inkling that something bad had happened, the way sam was hesitant with phsyical affection, the caution they all took when locking their doors and carrying mace and tasers with them to get groceries. when sam had let you in to what happened with ghostface - her ex - and how he had almost killed all of them. you had let her know it didn't make tou think of her any differently, that you still cared about her and her past wouldn't change that. that moment had led to the first kiss between the two of you.

and you had meant what you said to sam, that you would stick beside her no matter what. but it still took a toll on you, that danger was following you and the people you had grown to care about no magter what.

the one thing you didn't expect was for them to expect the danger could be you.

it was supposed to be a normal friday night at sam's apartment, spent talking to each other and her friends and maybe watching a movie with some takeout after her appointment. nice and simple.

the door opens and you turn to see if it's sam, smiling when tara, chad, mindy and anika walked through the door. chad's roommate. ethan, wasn't with them this time and you let out a small sigh of relief. he seemed nerdy enough

"hey guys, everything alright?" you asked the group, noticing the down and wary looks on their faces. tara mumbled something before quickly walking into her room, chad hot on her heels. anika rested on the couch next to yours with a sigh, mindy sitting next to her and farther away from you. a bit odd, but you chalked it up to all of them being tired from school.

"something happened over at fordham. some girl from blackmore was found almost butchered in an alley." anika wrings hers hands together, a nervous habit she told you she picked up as a kid.

"jesus christ, do they have any clue who might have done it?" you ask.

"oh please, how many freaks do you you think like to nearly carve out peoples chest?" mindy scoffed, busying herself with something on her phone.

"you don't think it's ghostface, do you?" your voice was wavering against your will. after sam had told you what happened you did some digging into the masked killer, and its safe to say you were on edge until it eventually showed its face again.

she shrugged. "we all knew they were gonna find us again eventually. nows just a matter of determining who it is." she looked at you, and you felt the strain behind your eyes at how far they widened.

"i hope you're not saying what i think you're saying..."

"dont take it too personally, y/n. she accused me and ethan too." anika waved your worries off, and even though her normally peaceful personality would calm anyone down, it wasn't really working right now.

"i'm just saying, you're also new to the friend group, coincidentally moved here a while before us and had the same therapist as sam? and then started dating her? it's suspicious." mindy lists off the reasons she suspects you, and with each item you feel your chest tighten.

is this really what they think of me? a threat? does sam think of me like this? does she not trust me? does she not love me?

you don't register the sound of mindy's voice or the sound of the front door opening before you hurry from the couch to the bedroom near the back of the apartment - sam's room.

you sit on the edge of the bed and put your head in your hands, trying to calm the racing negative thoughts in your head. it feels like hours when its probably been a few minutes of you failing to calm yourself down when the door opens slowly and a weight sits down on the bed next to you.

"is it ok if i touch you?" sam ask from next to you, making sure to keep a good distance so as not to overwhelm you. when you nod and whisper out a yes she moves to sit behind your body, wrapping her arms around you and allowing you to fall back and rest on her chest.

"do you wanna tell me what's going on? it's alright if you dont, i'll still be right here."

her soft tone makes you squint your eyes hard, scared that she's trying to get you to let your guard down. but there's a little voice in your head that trusts her more than anything. that desperately wants to let her in. so you do.

"it's just...mindy was talking about ghostface and she was questioning me. i know that you've all been through so much but...if they can't, if you don't trust me then i don't know what i would do."

sam doesn't interrupt while you speak, fully paying attention to your words as you let her know what's bothering you. you're just about to walk back your statement because of her silence when she softly turns your body to sit sideways in her lap, bringing her hand up to cup your face and turn it so you can't look anywhere but her eyes.

"hey, i want you to listen to me, ok? you know mindy. she's just looking out for us, she didn't mean to antagonize you im sure of it. if anything i'm pretty sure if ghostface comes back she's more likely to suspect ethan right away, the kid weirds her out," she says, unable to help herself from smiling when you giggle at her words.

"but more importantly you know me. you know i'd never have anyone around me, my sister or our friends if i didn't trust them, yeah? i trust you and i love you, more than anything."

you cant help but tear up and smile at her words. sam wasn't one for frequent words of affection, so you knew when she said something she meant it. she lets out a small grunt when you throw yourself into a hug in her arms, tackling the both of you onto the bed in a heap of giggles. you spend the next few minutes laughing and sharing small i love you's and sweet kisses.

after you've both calmed down sam asks if you're ready to head into the living room, squeezing your hand when you give a strained little nod. walking together back to the living room, your face lights up at the smell of your favorite takeout, rushing to the couch to see everyone munching down on some food.

mindy turns her head around to see you and purses her lips awkwardly. "uh, i was hungry so i ordered some (f/t). there's enough for the both of you."

"she's trying to apologize for calling you ghostface." tara butts in while taking another bite of her food, ignoring when mindy slaps her on the leg.

"aww, it's alright cheeks. i understand." you tease the brunette with the silly nickname you gave her a few weeks ago, reaching over to squish her cheeks together like a kid. she sticks her tounge out at you but doesn't move to stop you, figuring she'll let you have this.

"yeah yeah whatever, sit down and eat your food."

you sit on sams' lap on the squished couch, ignoring the kissing noises and fake gagging sounds of your friends. in this moment, nothing anyone says can get to you.

.

.

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i believe in the lost art of ending the fic with a cheesy bit. happy pride gaybos.

[kkenma666]

(재윤,희승) jake & heeseung.. finally theirs

warning.. slightly suggestive content ahead, jake likes heeseung a tiny little bit..

"hi there! can we play with you?" two raven-haired children approached yn.

yn's eyes immediately light up at the thought of making new friends. "of course! what's your name?"

"my name's jake and this is heeseung!" jake gestured to the younger boy next to him, heesung shyly waved at you.

"what about you?" jake beamed at the young child. they both sat down and built sand castles alongside young yn in the sandbox.

"im yn, nice to meet you both!"

"jake, heeseung!" your eyes gleamed upon seeing your childhood friends. you hastily made your way towards them, excited that you're finally able to see them both.

the two guys smiled seeing you make your way toward them, adoration in their eyes.

"hi yn!" jake greeted you with heeseung following suit. you smiled up at the both of them greeting them back. "so what's the surprise that you both wanted to tell me?"

jake and heeseung looked at each other before glancing back at you. this caused you to become quite nervous.

"well, since we're on our semester break.." heeseung spoke up first "i was- i mean we were thinking of inviting you to a trip to jeju!" jake continued.

you stared at them both, obviously shocked at the surprise. "what. a- are you serious?!" you yelled.

jake and heeseung only nodded, excited about the trip already. "yup! and we already paid for all of it so you don't have to spend a single penny."

guilt began to sink in after you realized. "woah woah, you guys paid for everything?" they both nodded. "and how long is this trip?" you asked still shocked.

"its three days two nights!" jake beamed.

your shock only doubled as your mouth hung lower. "oh no, oh no no no. i- you guys already paid for everything.. at least let me pay for the-"

jake quickly interrupted you "no yn, we know how stressed you've been lately. it's a.. gift from us! to help you relax."

you teared up and hugged both of them, thanking them for the surprise and how much you really needed it.

and so your three-day two nights trip to jeju began!

your shock only tripled when they booked an expensive hotel to stay at but they just brushed it off since it barely dented their bank account.

everything went smoothly as planned as the three of you had fun.

so many memories were made on those three days at said island. you felt like the three of you just got infinitely closer.

you pull on the fabric that you were wearing, adjusting it to fit just right on your body.

jake and heeseung had told you to dress up fancy for the last night you were in jeju.

excitement bubbled up as you wondered what they were planning ahead but nevertheless, you sprayed on some perfume before heading off to the lobby of the hotel.

jake and heeseung looked at you in awe as soon as you stepped into the lobby.

the way your outfit just clung onto your body perfectly, your hair styled in a way that compliments your face, to the accessories that completed the whole outfit.

you blushed from their staring as they both hooked your arm toward the lobby exit, but instead of going out the main entrance, they led you out the back entrance that faced the beach.

the sight was something you never expected to see.

the ombre orange sky loomed over the candle-lit table completed with many decorations. the many candles illuminated the once-dark surroundings.

in the middle, a table with a white cloth sat. candles and tons of food decorate the empty table.

"wow.. im speechless.. did you prepare this for me?" you asked the two guys. they both nodded seemingly proud of their hard work.

jake gestured for you to take off your shoes, afraid to get them dirty to which you agreed. heeseung then picked you up and carried you towards the table.

once you were finally seated, heeseung and jake took their spot as they both were obviously nervous.

"so, what's the special occasion?" you asked them, intrigued at what their answer would be.

heeseung poured the three of you a glass of wine, the expensive maroon liquid swirling around in the glass.

the two guys looked visibly nervous, sweat dropping on their foreheads.

"yn.. the whole reason we even took you on this trip is because.." heeseung started off.

"-please be mine!" jake interrupted heeseung, cutting him off and making him angry. "hey! wait, please be mine, yn!" heeseung ended up confessing also.

you stared at the both of them in shock, not knowing how to respond. they both stared at you in anticipation, contemplating your answer.

you cleared your throat as you finally made up your mind. "i uh.. i really like both of you.. and i can't choose between you both..." jake and heeseung looked at each other, both confused about what to do.

but you weren't finished, "but.. i was thinking maybe we could go poly."

jake and heeseung stared at each other for a while, pondering about your suggestion.

you sweatdropped at this, "uh i-i mean we- i mean you don't have to if-"

"sure" jake answered. i mean, after all those years of bickering and fighting heeseung he's bound to like him a little tiny bit.

heeseung pondered to himself for a moment before grabbing your hand with jake doing the same. "sure, i don't mind that idea."

you stared at the two guys, love and adoration in your eyes.

heeseung leaned to place a soft chaste kiss on your lips. jake then placed another and another.

the rest of the night was filled with waves of laughter and good vibes all night long.

the night ended with jake carrying you back to your hotel room, heeseung following along with your shoes.

the three of you finally had your very needed alone time together with them both exploring your body and worshipping it.

a certain feeling of satisfaction washed over them as they finally realized you were theirs now. no more jealous looks shared with each other whenever they watch you embrace another man.

tonight, they both are making sure that you'll remember this night forever.

btw.. i dont do idol x idol i just added that in cus idk it made more sense...????

[juiceedapplee]

Con-Artists and You: How to Get Scammed

Sampo x gn!reader

A new item has been added to the menu!

—Sampo has scammed and lied way too often to not be considered a con-artist. Being a con-artist has its ups and downs of course, you get money and meet people but you also risk getting your ass kicked. Thank god you’re around though, what would our dear old Sampo do without you?

Here you stand, wondering what went wrong and why you no longer have any credits or shields in your wallet.

Did you get robbed? Mugged? No, the only time you went out before right now was to get your mail and take a short walk around and you were pretty sure no one ran off with your purse.

Okay, then did you lose it? Of course not, losing money isn’t that easy when you leave your wallet in the same place everyday and keep track of your finances. So then you must have been scammed or bought something no?

Dammit. You recall meeting Sampo earlier, thinking you’d take a stroll since the weather was nice. Well how did he scam you? Last time I checked you were pretty good at detecting scams. Hey! It isn’t your fault that whenever Sampo shows up you can’t help but lose yourself in his eyes. It’s his for having those genes. And the way he laughs and talks with his hands, trying to get you to help him with something. “You’ll help me right?” Sampo asks you, a sort of desperation in his voice. And you, who have not really paying attention just nod and go “Mhm! I’d love to” “Wonderful! I’ll text you when I need ya! Welp, I gotta be off I have veery important business to attend to.” Sampo says as he waves good bye and walks off.

But if that’s not how you lost your money then how? Well, after Sampo sent you a text, you went out to meet him. And there he was, holding a few bags standing around, waiting for you to show up. “Ah! There you are, I was wondering if you could a-bla-blah-blah” Yep. You decided to tune him out in favor of staring at his lips move, occasionally nodding your head and saying “Yeah.” “Mhm.” “Totally.”

“Then I’ll be sure to treat you dinner to repay you, my dear friend.” Oh, is it a date? No. “Wow, I can’t believe we’re going on a date.” Is what you think in your head, muting that part of yourself that says that no, it isn’t a date and he literally just called you friend. “Alright then if you could just hand me the money than that would be great!”

What? Money? When did he? Oh. It must of been when you were tuning him out. Oopsies! What can you do other than give it to him now, plus, he’s gonna take you out to dinner! You pull out your wallet and hand it to him, telling him to “Just take what you need! I get paid soon anyway.” That’s a lie. “Wow, you really are so nice. Yknow, I like to think im just a hard working guy, someone who just wants to live his life but keeps getting roped into other people’s problems. Oh woe is me.” He says as he takes every bit of cash out your wallet. “Well I’ll see you around friend! I’ll text ya when I can take you out for dinner!”

Ah. So that’s how that happened. 😐

Well, in your defense, I guess you were so unfocused that you couldn’t have been able to know what would’ve happened, if only he wasn’t so pretty, and if only you weren’t so in love with him.

So here you are, standing outside, no money in your wallet and a craving for stone grilled olm. Well, at least Sampo will take you out to dinner, eventually.

This drink contains

A small cash grab: $5.00

A bomb shaped ice cube: ¢.25

A dash of delusion: $1.50

Total: $6.75

I decided to spontaneously start a new fic and it was gonna be “how to not get scammed” with reader kicking his ass but I decided against it, I also didn’t go in that direction anyway. But I thought why not make a fic about the man who inspired my theme (and my bbg)

[florencetypemaniacs]

Happy birthday, Marcel

Mild NSFW 🔞

You felt your muscles ache as you went up the stairs to the shared apartment with your boyfriend. The weight of everything happening today leaves you with each step. 

The cafe had been a disaster; the shipment of flour didn't come in, so half the pastries were missing from hungry customers. To put matters worse, Aunt Zinnia was out sick, so not only had you worked by yourself, but cleaning and locking up were all on you. 

You sighed as you pulled your key out of your pocket, smiling a little at the welcome mat that Marcel put down when you first moved in. 

The smile on your lips only grew, knowing you were promised this morning a more intimate welcome after getting off work. Since you were both interrupted by a call from your sick aunt,. 

"I'm home!" You said that, shutting the door behind you. A smug smile crossed your face as you saw the light on in your bedroom. "Did you miss me?" 

You stopped in your tracks to see Marcel sitting up in bed with a pile of paperwork on his lap and a pen in hand. A small, healthy snack on the bedside table. Knowing Marcel, it was probably the only thing he had eaten today. 

The smell of ash and sulfur filled the room, and you knew it came from the papers themselves. 

You narrowed your eyes at your boyfriend. "I guess your boss paid you a visit." 

Marcel glanced at you, and he instantly perked up, already giving you more room on the bed to lay down. Your dismay must have shown on your face because Marcel gave you an apologetic smile.

"Sorry, love, but Lord Greed needs these papers done by tomorrow." 

"For the love of God." (Or well, Lucifer, in this matter) You griped. 

Marcel gave you a worried look. "Is everything alright, my love?" 

You deflated a little from the nickname and gave him an innocent smile. "That depends on your answer." 

"My answer to what?" 

"Are you going to ditch the paperwork to spend a nice night with me?" 

"I'm afraid these documents can't wait," Marcel said. He gave you another apologetic look before his eyes roamed the papers again. 

You huffed and walked into the closet, getting ready for bed. The soft and silk clothes you wore only slowed your aggravated nerves slightly.

"Is something wrong, love?" Marcel asked, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes. 

"No, nothing at all!" 

You could practically feel Marcel's worry from the other room, and you called back. "I thought we would be doing something more fun tonight." You said this as you walked out, only to be met with a confused look. 

"Fun? Like a movie? We can watch a movie after im done." 

"No." Your tone was curt, and Marcel blinked only once before realization crossed his face, and he let out a small. "Oh." 

"You still need to do those documents?" You asked with crossed arms. 

Marcel stared at you for a long time, battling with himself, before sighing. It seemed as if no time passed at all before Marcel was on you. Marcel's hands moved rapidly but softly to remove one piece of clothing after another from your body, until you were naked in front of him, your skin glistening in the lamplight.

The paperwork was forgotten. "My god, you're exquisite," he exclaimed as he resumed his examination of your now-bare physique. His fingertips brushed over silky skin, his tongue massaged taut nipples, and his warm breath sent thrills down your spine. He pulled back with a contented smile, happy with how you shook under his touch.

"So no paperwork?" You snickered, which only earned you a quick laugh before Marcel took off his clothes, with your help, of course. 

For several long moments, you both lost yourself in the overwhelming pleasure washing over you both. Your entire body tingled, from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. Marcel was good at it. Using your body like a map to make sure that you feel the most pleasure, stop only for a second after each moan, noting it down for later. 

Your body twisted and turned as you battled to keep hold of the headboard. You had no idea how you got to the bed, but you were glad you did. The pleasant warmth of his mouth on your most personal area made you hot as the sulfur air stroked your exposed flesh.

Paperwork: 0, Spicy Time: 1 

[wolferals]

FUCK YEAH

Henry Cavill x reader

Warnings: drinking, cursing, sexual innuendos

„Hey are we still waiting or are you ready to order?" The young waitress asked me for the third time in about an hour. I looked up at her and cleared my throat. „Yeah no... I'll just. Pay for the wine." I point at the still half full bottle of red wine I'd preordered for my date that was supposed to show up an hour ago.

She sent me a pityful look and spoke:"I'll be right back with your bill."

I forced myself to a smile and put my head in my hands.

He really stood me up. After all of the texting for weeks and the hour long phone calls...

I took a deep breath to prevent myself from starting to cry. Then i decided to just get my shit together and i sat up straight, took another few sips of my wine and eventually shot the rest of it down.

As the waitress came back with the bill, i simply handed her a bill far more than the actual bill and said „keep the change".

She smiled softly and carefully laid her hand on my shoulder. „I'm sorry girl, you really don't deserve this. You look amazing."

I smiled at her sweet comment and nodded back at her.

„Have a good night." I spoke as I grabbed my purse and stood up.

She smiled back and replied:"He's a dick."

I only nodded before I walked out of the restaurant.

Ashamed, sad, angry, drunk.

It was only about 8:30 now but due to the time of year, it was pitch black out and it was freezing.

My long coat was trying to keep me warm.

I continued walking for only a few steps before I heard a male voice yell behind me. I ignored it until i felt it coming closer until someone carefully touched my shoulder.

„Ugh what?" I turned around, screaming at the person. I was simply fed up by the world that second.

„Whoa sorry!"

He was handsome. Far too handsome. Tall, bright blue eyes, dark hair (i could tell from his dark beard and the few curls that were showing underneath his beanie).

„I'm sorry but you dropped this."

He held out a card.

My card.

My credit card.

„It must have fallen out of your wallet when you paid inside." He pointed at the restaurant behind us.

„Sorry, i wasn't watching you. I just saw how upset you looked and you did in fact drop this."

I smiled softly and took back my credit card. His British accent was charming.

„Thank you." I tried to sound nice after all that just happened to me that night.

He smiled at me before extending his hand to me. „I'm Henry."

I hesitated to shake his hand at first but eventually grabbed it.

„Y/n."

He smiled again. „I don't know what happened to you but if it cheers you up, my night was absolute shit too."

I couldn't help but chuckle. „Does help a little." I admitted, grinning.

„Good" he smiled. „You okay though?" He seemed to genuinely care.

I took a deep breath and looked around for a second. „Honestly? No. Got fucking stood up by a guy who I thought was genuine. But noo men fucking suck!"

He could hear my frustration.

„Im really sorry... You clearly don't deserve that. Fuck him, he must be super insecure."

Henry spoke and smiled a little bit.

„Your turn now. Why was your night shit?"

I asked curiously.

He laughed shortly.

„Got cheated on, found her in our bed in MY house with a guy I'd never seen in my life."

My jaw dropped. „Holy shit." He nodded.

„Now my night seems like a joke. Im so sorry that happened to you! In YOUR house though?"

He nodded again and then let out a chuckle.

„So yeah my plan for tonight was to get wasted and probably fall asleep on the pavement."

I laughed with him.

„Probably a bit cold in December."

He laughed loudly. His teeth and his smile were gorgeous.

We stood in silence for a few seconds before I spoke up:"Fuck it. Im drunk already. Henry? Do you wanna get drunk and hook up? I know this is super straight forward and I swear to god I've never done this in my entire life but I'm fucking upset and you're feeling just as miserable and i think ur hot and i don't even care if this story was fake or not to pick up women or to get their sympathy but it worked okay? I'm hooked because I think you're hot and we both could need it."

I stopped for a second because I saw the shocked expression on his face.

„If not, please forget it ever said that, forget about meeting me and I'll walk away and we'll pretend we've never talked and i'll go home and go to bed, you can go to some scrawny bar and get drunk and fall asleep on the sidewalk even though it's fucking freezing and you might die but thats on you and not my problem because i don't know you and i'll never see you again, especially if you're dead then, then i won't see you anymore anyways..."

I finally stopped talking after realizing how ridiculous I'd just sounded.

He simply stared at me.

„I'm sorry I-."

He interrupted me. „Y/n?"

-„Yeah?"

He looked me dead in the eye.

„Yes. Fuck yes."

[weixuldo]

Enigma// ch 18

anakin x reader

a/n: shit man, stuff is getting tough! i really didn’t think this fic was gonna b as long as it’s becoming hahaha/ ngl even if ppl r losing interest, im still gonna continue it for me heheh- i really like this story :)

The night gets worse and worse

warnings: cursing, cannon disabled character, insecurity, alcohol abuse, emtephobia (barf and stuff…), DONT DO WHAT ANAKIN DOES PLS LORD, ableist comments

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As it does, time went by and you tried to move on.

When school ended you moved in with Ahsoka and split rent; it was nice having your best friend around whenever you needed it, plus the two of you shared groceries so the cost of living was much more affordable than if you had gotten your own place. 

As much as you tried to remove Anakin from your mind, he just wouldn’t seem to leave so you enlisted the help of a professional. 

You would go to therapy sessions twice a week; not solely because of Anakin but he definitely was part of it.

Mainly you went to try and deal with the reality of being such a young mother and work on letting your stress out in positive ways: though on occasion you would try to gain insight on your relationship with the older man.

When the therapist asked about him, you explained all he had been through and let her know you knew some of the reasons he acted the way he did; but your therapist assured you no matter the reasons, that didn’t negate the validity of your feelings. 

The first few times you went you were skeptical; how was talking to some random person supposed to help you feel relieved and emotionally stable?

But after a few sessions, you started to see a difference in your moods and outlook on things. 

It was a few days after Anakin’s results came in that Ash told you about the visit she paid Anakin; she recapped her argument with him, his relapse, and that she made him go to the clinic, she told you that she would relay his results to you as soon as she could. 

You worried that she would be upset that you didn’t tell her that he was the father or that the two of you were together, but she brushed it off, “I kinda had a feeling, ya know?”.

You felt bad that he relapsed and was all alone, but then you remembered he was alone on his own merit, his behavior pushed those who cared most away… it wasn’t your fault. 

You didn’t know how long fertility tests usually took, but you awaited the results anxiously.

Every day you woke up hoping that maybe he would reach out or that maybe he would show up at your door, but each time you only set yourself up for disappointment. 

It had been around a week after Ahsoka told you he got the test; sure these things took some time, but he should have the results by now.

You weighed the option of just asking him flat out because you were frankly over his asshole hermit bit. 

The weather was nice and you didn’t have any responsibilities today… ok, maybe you would pay him a visit. You rested a palm on your stomach as you bent over to grab your shoes from the shoe rack; you were definitely showing much more than you were during the first trimester. 

You were about to head out when your phone began to ring; it was Ahsoka.

“Hey Ash, what's up?” you asked as you searched for your keys. 

I finally got it

“Got what?”

It took a lot of coaxing, but I finally got the results

You stopped at the door and placed your keys back onto the counter top; maybe you wouldn’t have to see him. 

y/n…he’s viable.

A weight felt like it had been lifted from your chest, now he had undeniable proof you were telling the truth the whole time- everything he said was for nothing and you were vindicated. 

“That’s amazing news'' you exclaimed into the phone; surely your friend could hear the huge smile on your face just from your voice. 

Yea, but what are you going to do now? He’s the father and now he knows it… you aren’t just going to let him back in after all he did, right?

“No Ash, He knows the truth now and if he wants this or is mature enough, he will come to me and apologize. The ball is in his court” you explained.

Atta girl

You smiled at your friend’s support, “Thanks Ahsoka” 

Anytime

The phone call ended and you went back to your room- hopefully you would be hearing an apology soon or at least hearing from him in general. 

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Across town Anakin sat on his couch and absentmindedly flipped through the channels on his tv; he told Ahsoka the news this morning and it drained him to make the call.

Ahsoka thanked him for getting the test and asked how he felt about the news. He answered quickly and hung up. He knew she was going to tell you and that he should tell you himself and apologize. But what would that do?

It would just solidify that he was a complete asshole- you deserved so much better. Surely you would do the same that he did to you…shut you down completely and demand you leave. 

Maker, why was he such an arrogant shit?

His half drunk mind wasn’t operating at full capacity and he was making a lot of dumb rationalizations to his problems;

You already thought he was an asshole, so why even bother telling you the news himself? 

You deserved better so he should just disappear from your life and not weigh you down.

He really nothing going for him, so fuck it- he was gonna get shitfaced. 

Soon he had made his way back to the couch with a six pack of bud lite and he cracked the first one. Cheers to the pathetic joke that was his life. He gulped them down one by one and sooner than he thought, the pack was already gone. 

He had a good buzz going and went to fetch more but when he scanned his messy fridge for the tinted glass bottles he couldn’t find any. 

“Fuck” he muttered, that was his last case. 

He groaned and slammed the fridge door shut. There was nothing here to cure his itch for alcohol, so he decided tonight would be a great night to go out and get shitfaced in public, cause why the fuck not?

He got his phone out and grabbed one of the many styluses he had scattered through the house for his convenience. He called for an uber to pick him up.

As he waited he changed into pants, a long sleeve, and his gloves- it had been awhile since he had gone out and he forgot what a hassle it was to put all of that shit on. 

By the time he was dressed and collected his wallet, the uber was there. Anakin was an experienced drinker, so even though he already had six beers packed away, he could sober up if he needed to be able to get into the bar. 

The car he rode in was a nice sedan, it was silver and looked like a new model; the problem for Anakin was getting in. All of the cars he usually rode in (yours, Ahsoka’s, Ben’s, and his own) were bigger and sat higher up, so he wasn’t used to having to crouch down to get in. 

He sighed and placed a stiff hand on the roof of the car to steady himself as he lowered himself into the car; he sat with a thud and grunted.

The driver was probably only a few years his junior- he wore big circle glasses, a patterned button down and had a clean shaven face. He looked like a pushover.

Anakin winced at the overwhelming smell of eucalyptus that entered his senses; he wondered how this guy was driving for a job like this- how would he defend himself against a potential threat? By throwing his eucalyptus at them?

Ahh, what was he doing? He was being judgmental for no reason. 

“Are you alright sir?” the man asked.

“Yea, i’m fine,” Anakin said, crossing his arms. 

The man nodded and began to drive to the bar Anakin had entered into the app. 

The bar he wanted to go to was one in the heart of the city, he didn’t want to talk to anyone tonight, but he also didn’t want to be alone; this bar was perfect for that because there were always people doing some random shit that he could eavesdrop on. 

They pulled up to the curb and the driver parked the car. Anakin thanked the man and opened the door to exit. Maker, he was getting nauseous from that fucking air freshener. 

He swung one leg out of the car and pushed himself up with his opposite hand. He stood and grabbed onto the hood of the car with his hand; that was harder than it had to be… damn these prosthetics. 

Once he was standing he shut the door just as the driver was asking if he needed any assistance.

Groups of people crowded around the entrance of the establishment. Some were old regulars whose teeth looked like they were gonna fall out from all of the substances they abused and on the other side there were a group of younger kids who were trying to figure out who was going to try out their fake ID first. 

He scoffed as he pushed through both groups to get inside. The bar was warm and smelled of weed, smoke, and liquor- relief washed over the melancholic man, this is where he would be able to forget. 

An open barstool was soon occupied by him and a bartender quickly made her way down to his seat. 

“I’ll have some of that honey bourbon I've been hearing people rave about” he said, a $10 bill folded between his fingers. 

“Alright, hun, that’s commin’ right up” the busty lady on the other side of the counter said as she grabbed the 10 from his hand, her hand lingering longer than he liked. 

Anakin could tell she was trying to flirt to get a better tip; back before you, he would have gladly indulged her game and revel in every motion she would do to purposefully push up her breasts and flirt back 5 times harder than she was… but now, he had no desire.

All he could think of when she tried to flirt was how he’d much rather be having a quiet night with you, not some bartender who didn’t give a rat’s ass about his life.

His drink was placed in front of him and the woman smiled, “here you are handsome”.

Normally that wouldn’t bother him- she was just doing her job… But tonight he just couldn’t. 

Once he thanked her, she sauntered away; Anakin raised a judgey brow as she intentionally swayed her hips back and forth. When she was finally busy with another customer he called over one of the other bartenders.

“Hey man, you think you could serve me tonight, I don’t really appreciate all of her flirting” he said as blankly as he could. 

The man cleaning glasses on the other side of the mahogany surface chuckled and nodded, “haha, yes man, no problem. She does lay it on pretty hard sometimes, I get it”.

Anakin thanked the man and continued to down drinks. 

As it got later, more and more people began showing up and it became uncomfortably hot. The music started to give him a headache and the smoke was getting thicker; he knew it was time to go when he could hardly suppress his coughing (no thanks to his fucked up lungs). 

The cool evening air felt cleaner than it ever had before as Anakin stood a few yards down from the bar. He had gotten far enough out of the way that he could still hear and see the lights from inside but no line was around him.

He shoved his hands into his pockets and looked up at the sky; the city’s light pollution hid the stars; he still liked to imagine how they’d look. 

He had no idea how much he had in that bar, but he felt like it wasn’t enough- he needed to do something crazy- he needed to interact with people. He wasn’t completely gone yet, but he was pretty drunk (even if he wouldn’t admit it). 

He stumbled down the sidewalk as he made his way to another bar, not far from where he was, that was a “no-smoking” establishment; he wouldn’t have to worry about choking on air there.

The sidewalk seemed to move as he steadied himself by placing a hand on the wall of the buildings on the way to his destination. 

He was feeling pretty good; his problems were far from his mind, instead he was focusing on getting to the bar. He finally made it and attempted to sit on the barstool that just couldn’t seem to sit still. Eventually he caught a bartender’s attention and got set up there with a 20 oz draft beer. 

This bar was crowded too, but less head-pounding music and young adults. He sipped his drink peacefully as he watched the others in the bar; there were a few couples on dates, a group of guys playing pool, and another group throwing darts. 

He downed his beer and placed the glass on the bar as he waited for more- this was definitely one way to spend his army money. 

As he waited a brown haired woman came up behind him and placed a lingering hand on his shoulder.

“Hello, you look lonely tonight, anything I could help with?”.

The lady wore a dress that was way too short and it did not flatter her body at all. She smelled of overwhelming cheap perfume and beer. He was already over it. 

“Nah, I’m just fine,” he said, attempting to wave her off.

She caught one of his gloved hands and began taking off his covering as she asked, “ooh, you have very stiff hands, must be strong-lets see..”.

She managed to get the glove halfway up his palm before he snatched his hand to his chest; “what the fuck you think you’re doing?!” he hissed.

She laughed, “You’re like a robot or somethin’ haha, I’m sure I could please you better than that plastic could, and I only require a pack of cigs after, no monetary charge” she promoted proudly. 

“Not in a million years lady” Anakin mumbled as his cup was replaced with a full one. 

She scoffed and put her hands on her hips, “well that’s alright, I didn’t really want to fuck a cripple anyways”.

At that moment Anakin had the urge to grab her by that pathetic excuse of a dress and throw her against the nearest wall, but he knew he shouldn’t.

“Fuck off”

“No wonder you look lonely, with a personality like that you must be impossible to be around” she huffed before finding the next guy to latch on to. 

He was getting drunker and her words hit a little too close to home- he needed to be more wasted. He began to find random people who would do shots with him. Soon he was blacked out and drinking with everyone. 

“ and i-its its sooo fucked, ‘cause I… I really do love her, but she… I don’t think s-she… I don’t know, WHO WANTS TO DO MORE SHOTS?!” Anakin was everywhere.

He sat at the bar and did two hurricane shots right after another (where you drink it then get water thrown in your face then the bartender slaps you across the face). He was at the point that he couldn’t even feel that-he was gone. 

Though soon after, the shots began catching up with him and he started feeling nauseous. He laid his forehead down on the bar and puked in between his legs and the counter. Some people around offered to help and the bartender got him some water; he insisted he didn’t need it but the alcohol was definitely making him dehydrated. 

Through the middle of sounds he heard a staff member say, “someone needs to get him outta here, we can’t have him in the bar like this”. 

The fuck were they saying? He was completely fine. 

Before he could tell what was happening he was being carried out of the bar and was sitting on the curb outside. Fuck, what was going on?

Everything was blurry, he felt nauseous and all he could focus on was this sharp pain in his side and the pounding headache that was plaguing him.

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Anakin had no idea where he was, but he knew he didn’t feel good. He sat up and puked.

He felt a hand on his back and was about to protest when another wave of nausea hit- when would it end?

More shit happened in a blur and he eventually made it into an Uber and headed home. 

————-about two hours earlier—————

After he was thrown out of the bar downtown he was picked up by a group of frat boys who thought it would be cool to challenge a random drunk guy to a drinking contest.

In his inebriated state, Anakin went with the men (even though they basically had to carry him to the club they were going to). 

No one in their right mind would still allow Anakin to consume drinks, he was visibly not well and clearly needed to be cut off; but that wouldn’t be any fun for the frat.

They took him to a club where they frequented so the staff allowed them to do whatever the fuck they wanted. 

Anakin continued to drink and drink… and drink. 

Once he started puking again, one of the relatively kinder boys took time to ask his address and got him an uber home.

And that's where Anakin was now. 

He rested his forehead against the back window of the sedan and the driver drove quickly; he was probably worried that Anakin was going to yak in the back of his car. They arrived at Anakin’s apartment in decent time and the driver asked Anakin to leave. 

Anakin nodded and tried to get up but he couldn’t quite get his footing; the driver huffed and helped him out of the car. 

The driver helped Anakin into the house and saw some cash lying on the end table; sure, he helped Anakin inside but that didn’t mean this guy was a saint. 

Anakin leaned against the wall for support the driver swiped the cash and dashed out of the door. He had no clue what happened or what was going on, all he knew was that he felt awful and he needed to get to bed. 

He headed that way but he tripped over himself and landed on the floor with a thud.

A groan escaped him and his vision went black. 

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a/n: more self destructive behavior… what’s new? lolll, srry the updates have been spaced out a bit, i’ve been doing a lot at work haha

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[brivinty]

I’m a Barbie girl! ★

Featuring; Gojo x Bimbo Reader (Female)

IM BACKKK

I got asked to make more :)

Masterlist!

(Part 2 to B.I.M.B.O); Part 1

TW; Nicknames; Princess, baby, my Love. PDA, making out, smut with plot?? Idk… Clit/Pussy slapping, Praise, degradation..?

Summary; You get lost in the mall, and Gojo finally finds you crying to some stranger.

This aint proofread, so don't get on me istg.

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You and Gojo were at the mall, just to walk around and shop for stuff. You walked with him into various stores and in everyone store you grabbed at least one thing. “Toru! Isn’t this cute? How do you think it’ll look on me?” You asked placing it on your body with a grin. “It’s cute baby, but it looks too small,” Gojo said, although he knows you don’t care he still likes to say it just in case. “It’ll be fine Toru!” You reassure him handing him the shirt and looking for more stuff.

“Ok, m’done!” You say walking to the cash register Gojo holding your hand so you don’t get lost. “Toru? After this can we get food? M’hungry!!” You whine making him smile at you. “Yea sure, we can go to the food court,” Gojo says making you smile wide giggling. You two made it to the front of the line to pay and you quickly rummaged through your small little bag for cash but as soon as you looked up you realized, Gojo had already paid for you and they started bagging your stuff. “Huh?” You looked at Gojo, seeing a black card in his hand.

“Toru!! I said I’d pay!!” You whine pouting at him and crossing your arms. “You can pay for the food baby,” Gojo said taking the bags off the counter and walking away with you next to him. “Promise?” You asked looking up at him as h e looked down at you his glasses hanging low on his face. “I promise baby,” Gojo said but little did you know he had his fingers crossed, he’d never let you pay for anything. You two had finally made it to the food court, after about 20 minutes because you kept wanting to go on the kid rides.

And of course, he let you, he had no problem with it. He could care less if anyone looked at him like you guys were crazy, your his girlfriend, and he would do anything for you, that means going on rides that are designed for kids. “Uh… I’ll have… uh, mm, Toru you go first!” You said with a smile rummaging through your bag for something. Gojo knew you were looking for your glasses, he understands you don’t like wearing them, but you could barely see the menu from behind the counter. He would tell you multiple times that if you didn't put it on your eyesight would just get worse, but you've said multiple times that you don't like them because it's like windows on your face.

So as he said his order he tapped your head and you let out an ‘oh!’ before pulling your glasses down on your face. A smile crept up on his face, he’s always liked you with your glasses on. He wishes you would wear it more often, but of course, you probably won't. “You ready ma’am?” The person asked and you nodded frantically. “Mhm! I’ll take the grilled chicken nuggets meal 12 piece, with a cookies and cream milkshake!” you said with a smile, proud of yourself. “Alright, anything else?” he asked and you shook your head. “Yea, could we add a water to that and 12-piece nuggets, but no meal,” Gojo said, he knew you couldn't handle sweet things like that, so water would be nice for you to wash down all the sweets. You also tend to want to take another box home with you.

“Yea, the price would be, $35.05,” he said and Gojo nodded already pulling out his black card to give the man. You whined again looking at Gojo with a pout crossing your hands and looking away from him. He chuckled at you before raking his card back, placing his hand on your lower back, walking to the pickup area. “I said I wanted to pay Toru!!” you whined with a pout mad at him. “Baby, I told you i'm spoiling you today, don't be mad” Gojo apologized, playing with your hair and you couldn't help but smile at him giggling.

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You both are eating your food content with the taste, laughing and giggling with each other. Gojo would catch men staring at you from time to time but never paid attention to it, knowing you would never go out with a single one of them. You were his and he was yours. “Toru’ I have to use the bathroom...” You mumbled getting up from your seat looking for the bathroom. “Ok, I'll walk you there,” he said getting up from his seat and grabbing your shopping bags, but you shook your head.

“It's fine! I can get there myself.” You denied him and he looked at you worried. “Princess, you sure?” Gojo asked and you nodded, giving him a kiss on the cheek before making your way to find a bathroom. You wandered around for a little until you finally found the bathroom. After you went inside and used it you skipped out looking for the food court. You raised a brow. “Where am I?” you thought out loud, and you looked to your side for your phone in your bag realizing you left your bag with Satoru.

Your eyes widened and you started to panic. “I should've let Toru take me!” you whined and started to walk around the mall in a panic trying to find the food court. You walked around frantically for about 10 minutes.

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“Does it really take that long to use the bathroom..?” Gojo asked himself before realizing you've never been to this Mall before. He quickly got up throwing away the food, saving your extra box. He grabbed your shopping bags and your mini purse before heading off to the bathroom, he went to the farthest one knowing sometimes you ignore the closest one thinking it's an employee bathroom.

You started to cry realizing your lost, you started yelling out Gojo’s name. People watched you with tears running down your face but deciding not to help for what reason is unknown. You walked around still yelling out his name with tears streaming down your face. You then saw a group of guys walk up to you. “What's wrong cutie?” one of the 3 asked swirling a piece of your hair in their hand. “I'm lost..!” you cried out wiping your tears while looking up at them. “What you with a friend?” they asked with a smirk one of them wrapping their hand on your shoulder and rubbing your hair. “Mm!” you nodded your head. “Toru tried taking me to the bathroom! An..and! I didn't listen! N..now I can't find him!” you cried out, a hiccup up almost every sentence.

“Don't worry pretty, we'll get you to your little friend.” one said getting a little too close you then heard your name being called out loud and you snapped your head upward. “Toru!!” you yelled and saw him running up to you. You smiled widely jumping up and down before running to him and jumping in his arms. Of course, he caught you and just to show off to the guys that were touching all over you he kissed your lips before setting you down.

“Why were you crying, baby?” Gojo asked you wiping the tears from your eyes. “I couldn't find you! And, and! I was lost! And nobody was helping me!” you cried out stumbling over your words. “Those guys over there said they were gonna help but you found me!” you said wrapping your hands around him and hugging him happily. “Of course baby, you don't have to worry,” he said and started walking with you to leave the mall.

You noticed he seemed mad, but it was probably nothing, you disregard it. You two finally made it home and Gojo got out of the car opening the door for you. You giggled happily before running to your shared room, laying your body on the bed. You heard a chuckle and sat up on the bed kicking your boots off. You flipped over laying on your stomach taking out your phone and scrolling through it.

You didn't even realize Gojo had gotten onto the bed until you felt him flip you over and start to kiss you roughly. You groaned at the impact but kissed back wrapping your arms around his neck. “What’s wrong Toru?” You asked watching him pull your top off and unclip your bra. “Nothin'.” He was quick to answer going down to suck on your perked nipples, you moaned as he sucked and pulled on them. He didn’t waste any time pulling down your skirt, instead lifting it up onto your stomach.

He smirked at your drenched panties and laughed pulling them down to your ankles. “Baby tell me..” He voiced not even looking at your face but at your exposed cunt instead. “Who got you this wet?” Gojo asked and you groaned feeling him shove two fingers in your wet cunt. “You Toru…!” You moaned out, feeling him slowly thrust his fingers.

“What'd you say, baby? Can’t hear you” Gojo said and you whined at the slow pace he was using. “You!” You yelled out, thrashing around out of frustration. “Atta girl!” Gojo praised, abruptly pulling his finger out and slapping your cunt hard. “F-fuck!!” You yelled out your back arching from pain and pleasure. “Do you know how worried I was about you baby?” Gojo asked slapping your sopping cunt repeatedly watching as your body shook and jumped every time a slap was delivered. “Then I just had to see 3 guys all over you,” Gojo said his eyes darkening before he slapped your cunt again, you yelped, your eyes watering as you wrapped your hand around his wrist trying to stop him. “So guess what baby? I’m gonna fuck you so hard.” Gojo started his eyes boring into yours.

“Gonna do you so hard you won’t even remember the touch of those guys, you won’t even remember your own name, baby,” Gojo said before pushing his body lower, and you could feel his breath on your thigh. “And you’re gonna sit here, and fucking take it.” He said and you nodded your head.

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The way I never finish smut is hilarious, I swear someday I’ll just make it full smut 💀

[vemuabhi]

Just a Neighbour

Annyong Haseyo!! I have participated in another collab #livedeliciously🐐collab hosted by @medusashima , I hope you like this fic.

Pairing : Oikawa x Reader

Word count : 2K

Warnings : Yandere AU ; House break

Summary : The Cute Athlete Next door seems to be hiding something and how can your cat be so in love with him?

copyright © vemuabhi

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Just a nice neighbour, your thoughts about him changed so quickly when you saw him in the next room beside your bedroom. You thought your cat, ‘glitter’ was the one responsible for tearing the posters of the Boy Idol Group in your house. But now you were sure, It wasn’t Glitter, It was the athlete next door, who was now in your living room making himself comfortable.

What did you do to make things to escalate this way.

Just 5 months ago, he moved into the next door. You nearly got a crush on the brunet when you laid your eyes on him. But it disappeared quickly because you weren’t serious. You bumped into your cute neighbour every now and then but never really paid any attention to him. But you should have had.

One night as a series was playing on TV while you tried to put up the posters of your favourite boy band, your cat, Glitter started to tap on your main door. You noticed her. She did that when someone was outside your door. But no one rang the bell to your house. You opened the apartment door and noticed the setter opposite to you, Infront of his apartment door. He was fiddling with his sports bag and turned to look at you.

“Are you searching for something?”, he smiled weakly at your question.

“I…”, he looked at his bag and dropped his hands to his sides, “think I lost my keys”, a sigh left his lips.

“Tried to call the owner?”

“He didn’t pick up my call”, he shrugged.

It was already 10:40 PM and the weather was pretty cold. He looked sad even though he smiled. It was clear that he needed help and wanted to ask for help but was hesitating. Being a people pleaser didn’t stop you right now.

“Come inside, I’ll call the owner and get you the spare key”, you said as his face lit up. You moved to the side to let him inside your house. The moment he passed you was when you actually realized how tall he was. The moment was just a brief second, but the man looked exceptionally handsome. His brown orbs met yours then you averted your gaze. ‘Hope that didn’t seem creepy’, you thought as you closed the door.

“Thankyou”, he smiled looking at you as he sat on the couch.

“No problem”, you took your phone from your pocket and dialled the contact of the owner’s son. Soon a sleepy voice was heard on the other end of the phone.

“Kenny, I need a help”, you said making the gamer click his tongue in annoyance.

“What now? Do you not know that I have a live session tomorrow morning?”

“I do remember that but”, you looked at the brown head in your room fiddling his hands nervously, “I have a situation here”, from the corner of your eyes you saw him getting something from the floor. Then when your gaze landed on him again properly, he was just looking around the room. No sign of moment. ‘Huh? I thought that he mov-‘, your thoughts were interrupted by Kenma on call.

“So What?”

“Help me please~~”, you could hear him cursing but your lips turned up into a smile, because you knew he was going to help you.

“Hmm?”

“So, the tenant of 403 needs their duplicate keys”, Oikawa gave you an awkward smile as you glanced at him, “He… lost them”.

“Ah That guy. Where is he right now?”, you covered your mouth slightly and whispered, “He is in my apartment now”.

“WHAT!? IM COMING NOW”, he ended the call.

“You’ll get your keys soon”, you said as he said thanks. Your cat glitter walked up to the athlete and purred making your eyes widen.

“She normally doesn’t do that with strangers”, you said as he stopped for a second before picking her up. ‘What was… that?’, you thought but quickly brushed it off as he kissed glitter.

‘Damn that was… freaking cute’, you thought as glitter purred when Oikawa started to pet her.

“Where have you been to?” you asked the setter as his eyes widened, as if he was surprised.

“How did you know I was out of town?”

“Ah! Your bag seemed like it was too heavy to just carry it for the normal daily practice. So, I guessed it”, you scratched the back of your neck trying your hardest to not be awkward.

“Oh, is that so. I thought that you noti-”, he stopped and averted his gaze from you and continued, “Never mind, I was trying to say that I went to the other town for a tournament”.

“Wow! That seems amazing”, you said as you heard a knock on the door. You opened the door only to find the gamer in your hallway, struggling to catch air. ‘Did he run here?’

He walked towards Oikawa and handed him the keys. Oikawa thanked you and the gamer as he left the apartment. You closed the door behind him.

“Ken chan~ Thankyou~”, you hugged Kenma.

“Don’t get close to him”, you were taken aback with the way he said it. You were sure he would curse you for making him come this late but never did you expect these words.

“Why do you think I wanna get close to him?”

“Just my responsibility to make sure you know”, he said as he ruffled your hair and peered into your eyes without breaking the hug, “I always get a bad feeling from him”.

“Don’t worry too much Kenny”, you said as you broke the hug and smiled at him. “Should I get you a pillow and blanket?”

“You take the couch”.

“Wha-?”

XOXOXOXOXOXO

A few days later as you were got into your apartment, you noticed Glitter was missing. ‘Where is she?’, your heart started to race as you failed to find her in all of her favourite spots and as well as the complete house. You got down to the entrance of the complex and heard the sound of a cat. Your instincts acted and you turned towards the sound. There she was, Glitter in the hands of your Neighbour as he was talking to a lady. ‘What the hell?’, your thoughts ran wild, ‘When did she get so attached to a stranger? Its not at all like her’.

“Glitter!”, you exclaimed and then she jumped down from Oikawa’s arms to come towards you.

“When did you get out?”, your voice was full of worry as you picked her up and held her close.

“She was walking outside the park”, your vision shifted to the man who was now beside you. “Got her back when I noticed”.

“Thank..you”, never she left the apartment. Never once. She was always an indoor cat and hated to go outside. But now she was in your arms and it was all that mattered to you.

You smiled at her “Lately she is being kinda naughty”, you said as you shook her in your arms, “Even tore some of my posters the other day, had to get new ones”, your gaze shifted again towards him and he was looking at you with… a smile. You told yourself not to judge anyone but that smile of his… That sent a chill down your spine like none.

“Well… We will be going now”, you gave him a small nod and swiftly walked into the apartment complex. Without even turning back you stepped into your house and shut the door behind you. ‘Its wrong to judge others without knowing anything’, you thought but the racing heart of yours couldn’t not calm down.

“Don’t wander away next time”, you hugged Glitter and crouched down with your back leaning on your front door.

XOXOXOXOXO

It was 3:30 AM, and no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t fall asleep. You had work tomorrow morning and you couldn’t lose anymore sleep now. But then, you heard little claws scratching. ‘Was she scratching on the door?’

Just when you were about to ignore Glitter, a sound made your blood ran cold. The door opened. Your body felt heavy, couldn’t even move a muscle. The foot steps in were slow but it was clear that they were coming towards you.

A small creak was heard indicating the bedroom door of yours was being opened wide. You always left it open to let glitter in and out of the room anytime she wanted. You closed your eyes and tried your best to make your breathing even. It was pitch black. You couldn’t see anything but could the footsteps as they got closer. They came to a halt as they were right infront of you.

Your body was already unable to move because of the fear. You stayed very calm as you could feel cold fingers on your cheek. You stayed calm. Then the cold touch was gone and the foot steps were heard again, stepping away from you. After a couple of seconds, you opened your eyes little and saw the reflection of a tall man with… brown hair in the mirror diagonal to you. Just when he was about to turn, you instantly closed your eyes to not raise any suspicion to him.

‘Oikawa! That neighbour is the one who broke in now’, screamed in your head. You heard him leaving your bedroom. Your lips quivered while you tried to not cry. It wasn’t the time for tears. You could hear the sound of paper ripping. Then you opened your eyes.

‘It was him! It was him who tore my posters!’, you again closed your eyes placing your hand on your chest trying to calm your heart. It didn’t work when you heard Glitter’s meows and purrs. ‘So how many days did he broke into my house to even make my cat like him’, your memories flashed and then you remembered something which you should’ve given a thought way before. A few days earlier, glitter was playing with a small key. You thought nothing of it but you should’ve noticed it. That was before Oikawa lost his keys after he came back from the tournament. What could you do now? All of those thoughts are useless now. You could only hope for him to leave your house and leave you and Glitter without any harm.

As if it was miracle, you heard the sound of the main door closing. You waited for a moment to check if there was no noise heard. Then you swiftly got up and rushed towards the living room for Glitter. But little did you know, it was no Miracle.

Just when you entered the living room, the lights of the room turned on, making you to look at the person near the switchboard. Your face went pale when he smiled at you with Glitter in his arms, slowly petting her.

“So you were awake like I thought”, your felt shivers on your complete body when he walked towards you slowly. “How many times should I tear those posters sweetheart?”, he enquired as you looked at the pile of torn posters.

“Why? Why are you here?”, you asked in return as his smile dropped.

“I asked you the question first but since it's our first time, I’ll let it go”, he was now in front of you.

“You usually shiver whenever I touch your cheeks while you sleep”, a tide of fear took over your body again. He let Glitter go from his arms. It was foolish of you to even think of escaping now. He placed his index finger under your chin while his other arm slid behind your waist. Pulled you closer as he looked into your eyes. His smile reappeared on his face when he noticed your eyes got glossy.

He tilted your face and placed a kiss on your lips. He wiped the tears from the corner of your eye and said, “I knew you weren’t sleeping darling, you’re a bad actor”.

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[jyoongim]

Be Nice

Chrollo x Zoldyck reader

*Silva and zeno meets reader’s lover

He just so happen to be who the mafia hired them to kill

And who silva has beef with*

“I kind of feel bad for these guys, they were nice” y/n stated as she followed Chrollo through the hallways of the hotel. The mafia had hired several assassins, including y/n, to take out the ‘lone’ thief. Y/n had told him of the situation when she arrived at the hotel and Chrollo had taken each of them out effortlessly. “You know how serious it had to be for them to us in? Theyre still having the audition so i dont get why they wanted to come after us, its not like we stole it…yet” she huffed at the shaggy-haired man. He hummed as they approached double doors. The room was empty. “Well wait for the last few to come to us” chrollo said hopping the stage. y/n shrugged as she sat down. “How did that date go? The fortune girl?” she asked annoyed. Chrollo looked at her with a smirk “jealous?” y/n crossed her arms and looked away with a heated face “well you didnt kill her” chrollo was about to say something when the doors opened and two men came in. 

y/n eyes widened when she saw her dad and grandfather enter. Illumi had said dad and grandfather had been called in for a job, but he didnt mention it was to kill chrollo…oooohh just wait til she called him.

“Dad?” the zoldyck men gave her a confused look

Chrollo turned to face them “well we meet again” y/n cocked an eyebrow at him and looked back to the men. Again? They met? When was this?

Silva spoke up “you remember me?”. Chrollo smirked “you did kill one of my people”

y/n eyes bucked WHAT!? Chrollo jumped from the stage to approach the men with his aura flaring. y/n had never seen chrollo fight before; she was torn on whether to help or just watch. Y/n knew that Chrollo could hold his own, but if her folks were paid to kill him that meant they trying to do maximum damage. Grandfather had finally got him cornered and Silver was sparking up to try to finish him off. Y/n had had enough of this quarrel. She knew she couldnt do anything to stop her father’s attack, but she could deflect it. She jumped in front of Zeno just as Silva release his orbs and released her hatsu. 

“Y/n!-” the orbs stopped upon touching her hatsu boundary and slowly merged until they exploded, the excess energy knocked y/n back a few feet and the impact force destroyed the wall behind her resulting in rubble coming down onto her, zeno, and chrollo.

“...!”

“y/n!”

“Y/n!”

y/n tossed the debris off her and emerged from the rubble looking at her father as her  grandfather and chrollo too emerged and dusted themselves off. She rushed to chrollo’s side and briefly looked him over. Turning to her folks she crossed her arms and was about to give them an ear full when chrollo voiced “I didnt know you could use Hatsu” 

Zeno scoffed “Of course she can use Hatsu. Any zoldyck is trained to unlock all potential of their Nen…its good see that your hatsu manifested nicely dear” y/n blinked and blushed, stuttering out “W-well I wouldnt have had to use it if you guys werent so extreme”. Silva just stared at her.

As chrollo and grandfather talked a bit, her phone rang and it was Illumi. 

“Illu you ass! You didnt tell me that dad and grandfather were hired to take chrollo out!” y/n shrieked into the phone. “Hmm where’s my client?” “Client?” “Yes chrollo hired me to take out the Mafia since they put a hit out on him” “Well hes here” “Good tell him to wire the money into the account, he know the one” y/n grumbled into the phone “Im taking half since you didnt tell me that dad was trying to off my boyfriend” “Whatever y/n” she hung up and turned to her father. “Dad -” “Boyfriend” he huffed as he crossed his arms over his chest. y/n immediately felt like a teenager all over again, but she wasnt backing on this one “yes boyfriend dad. I told you i had been seeing someone…please be nice” Silva was giving her that dad look of judgement. She huffed and when Chrollo and Zeno approached she looped her arm in chrollo’s and straightened her back “Dad, grandfather this is chrollo, my boyfriend…I wanted to at least make this a somewhat normal introduction” Silva and chrollo just stared at each other in deathly silence. Zeno laughed “well at least one grandchild of mine got the guts” he turned to Silva “Dont give her such a hard time” he walked towards the exist and Silva moved to follow. Chrollo was already making a move to leve as well. Y/n pouted and went to follow, when she felt her father’s hand ruffle her hair. She smiled slightly and looked after them as they left “Tell mother I said hello!” and ran to catch up to chrollo.  

It was a quiet walk out of the hotel…too quiet. “Sooooo you never said anything about meeting my dad before what was that beef?” y/n tried to pry as they walked to sidewalk. Chrollo side-eyed her before answering “We met a few years ago and fought because he killed one of my people” y/n winced slightly but continued “that didnt seem to deter you from pursuing me or were you gonna kill me?” chrollo let out a deep sigh and wrapped a arm loosely around her waist as they walked “I admit it crossed my mind when we met, but you seduced me faster than I realized” y/n gawked at him “SECUDED?!” he gave a soft smile as y/n grumbled. “Besides I didn think your father would have let me walked away alive dating his daughter how you sway him?” y/n giggled “you might not know this but im the only girl. I am automatically forgiven for this obvious offense plus he’s secretly ok with it he’s just playing mr tough dad, so be nice too”

[navnae]

Steddie Soulmate Au Part 4

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

Prompt: a clock counts down until you meet your soulmate

Prompt from @phantypurple !!! ❤️

Additional tags: @mightbeasleep @lifealwayslearning @rhaenyyras @im-sam-fucking-winchester @gregre369 @fruitandbubbles @beckkthewreck @cherixxx69 @iwouldsail (I hope it’s okay that I tagged y’all 😖)

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“Sure!” Steve said excitedly with a huge smile on his face. In another universe Eddie never would’ve thought of asking Steve for any kind of help especially when it came to anything that involved romance. Then again everything that’s happened in Eddie’s life so far hasn’t been normal in the slightest so he’ll take this over the past events that’s happened so far.

Eddie started smiling wide when heard what Steve had said. He didn’t expect him to have such a positive reaction to what he was asking for. Eddie reached his arm out to give Steve a pat on his shoulder making him shiver slightly, for a split second Eddie saw Steve’s smile fade a little before it returned to the big bright one that he had on his face previously. Eddie smiled softly at him then looked over to where Robin was standing, she was talking to Dustin and Max about something and Eddie thought she looked so pretty when she waved her hands around when we talked about something, the way her eyes lit up when she was excited, he couldn’t put it into words but she drew him in like a moth to a flame. He didn’t realize he was staring until Steve cleared his throat rather aggressively making Eddie snap out of his thoughts. He looked at Steve who was now standing with his arms crossed and he looked annoyed, the smile from before was completely gone now.

“Take a picture it’ll last longer, Munson.” Steve said bitterly as he rolled his eyes. The change in Steve’s attitude caught Eddie off guard. He genuinely looked pissed but Eddie couldn’t put a finger on what could’ve ticked him off in the middle of their conversation. He brushed it off since it was common for Steve get bitchy for no reason, he had several of those moments at school. So Eddie didn’t pay it any mind.

“My bad it’s just… she’s breathtaking. I kind of feel stupid for not realizing that.” Eddie admitted. He should’ve paid more attention to her throughout their school years together.

“I think stupid would be putting it lightly.” Steve mumbled under his breath. Obviously that wasn’t something Eddie was supposed to hear but he heard it anyways. He furrowed his brows as he looked at Steve, the guy was just fuming at this point.

“What did you say?” Eddie asked with a little bass in his voice. The only reason he was getting mad was because Steve started getting snappy out of no where. Steve kept his arms crossed and shook his head.

“Nothing.“ Steve said waving his hand to dismiss the topic. As much as Eddie wanted to slap that attitude out of Steve he couldn’t, that wouldn’t make him look good in front of Robin so he just bit his tongue. Eddie also had to realize that he’d have to deal with Steve for a little bit just so could make his move on Robin, for now he’ll be nice until otherwise. He smiled brightly at Steve hoping that they could be somewhat friendly towards each other.

Before Eddie could say anything the sound of police cars got everybody’s attention making them turn towards the window that was the back of the boathouse. While the four of them ran to the window Eddie scurried towards the boat that he was laying in for majority of the time he stayed there. Once he got into the boat he threw the tarp over himself and he laid there. So many thoughts ran through his head as he tried to make himself comfortable in the boat, now he had to keep in mind that what was happening outside of this building was attached to him. Eddie couldn’t handle the idea that the reason why everyone in Hawkins was going insane because they believed that there was a murderer running around and all of their fingers pointed to him. In some way, Eddie focusing on Robin made it easier to forget about the chaos that had occurred and that kind of made him want to keep fighting even if there’s a possibility that he may not win in the end. When all of this was over he thought about telling her that she was the light that guided him through the darkness and he imagined both of them laughing at how cheesy that sounded but nonetheless it was true. Even with that in his mind, something kept nagging him.

Eddie truly couldn’t live that dream unless Steve kept his word which Eddie had his doubts about. Maybe it was nothing but Eddie had this feeling that the only reason why Steve was upset all of a sudden was because he started talking about how beautiful Robin was, then again anything could’ve made Steve act the way he did. Eddie stopped thinking about all of that when he heard the sirens die down a little bit and heavy footsteps started making their way towards the boat he was in. The tarp that was on top of him was folded back revealing the four familiar faces that he was used to and not someone who would hurt him.

“Eddie, we’re going to leave for a little bit but we’ll come back here soon okay?” Dustin said in a hurry. Eddie knew that they would come back tomorrow and the likely hood of them coming back later that night while Hawkins was in a frenzy was very far fetched. Eddie nodded his head still despite knowing that he’ll be alone again for several hours.

“Make sure to keep these with you just in case.” Max chimed in quickly as she ran to the other side of the boathouse then running back to place the snacks that they got for him in the little space between him and the boat. He laughed softly before holding the snacks close to him.

“Thank you.” Eddie said softly. His gaze focused on Robin and she smiled at him. Eddie’s heart felt like it was going to explode, he smiled back at her while he started blushing. He had so much that he wanted to say to her but there wasn’t enough time for him to form the right words.

“Like Dustin said we’ll come back for you. Just hang in there until we get back.” Robin reassured him before placing her hand on his and giving it a squeeze. Eddie knew this was her way of telling him everything was going to be alright but the butterflies in his stomach kept fluttering around. He felt like a kid talking to his crush, a feeling that he’s never felt before.

“Robin-“ Eddie tried to talk to her but the sound of more police sirens alerted them and they started moving towards the door. Eddie didn’t have much time to think as he grabbed Steve’s wrist before he could run with the others.

“Steve!” Eddie blurted out while he pulled Steve close. Their faces were inches apart from each other and the blush on Steve was face became noticeable when Eddie started to observe his face. For a second it was almost like he was holding his breath but Eddie could’ve been imagining all of it.

“Y-yeah?” Steve said in a panicked tone but he managed to keep his composure for his own sake. Eddie leaned in close enough to Steve’s ear so he could hear him.

“Make sure that Robin stays safe okay? I don’t want anything bad to happen to her.” Eddie whispered. When he pulled away he expected to have a mutual understanding with Steve or at least show some type of reassurance that he would make sure to do that for Eddie. Instead he got a look from Steve that was way different from the look he saw earlier, almost like he was hurt. Steve opened his mouth to say something but he bit his lip. After a few seconds Steve finally settled on something to say.

“Okay. I will.” Steve said softly then giving a half smile. This would be the first time that Eddie has ever seen Steve genuinely smile and he had to admit that a smile suited him a lot more than the angry look. Eddie smiled at him and now both of them seemed to be on the same page when it came to the situation at hand.

Steve gave him a nod before he ran with the others and Eddie was left alone with his thoughts. He rubbed his hands over his face after as he let out a groan. Eddie had no idea how life turned into this for him but there wasn’t much he could do about it. Eddie went over all the things that’s happened in the past few days and he couldn’t process it all at once. He didn’t know what was going to be next for him if somehow he could avoid the narratives that were being put on him and now he had to focus on getting his soulmate to fall in love with him with the help of her best friend who was most definitely going to be a pain in the ass. The longer Eddie had all of this stuff in his mind the more he kept overthinking every possible outcome, taking him to a place he hasn’t been in awhile. He shook his head to get out of his own mind and he took advantage of the snake that were by his side. When midnight hit Eddie laid still under the tarp while his back was getting indents from the hard surface of the boat, not to mention how extremely cold the boathouse was and the tarp was in no way shape or form a blanket that could warm him up. Eddie closed his eyes trying to ignore the rustling of the tree branches that would hit the boathouse every once in awhile and he had to stop himself from jumping after every sound he heard. He was absolutely terrified when it came down to it but he would never admit it, the only thing he could do was try to keep going.

Eddie just hoped that the one he was meant to be with would be there waiting for him on the other side.

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Part 5

[shatterthefragments]

FUCK I AAID ID TRY TO TAKE MY BREAK TOMORROW EARLIER SO I COULD ATTEND A zoom COMMITTEE MEETINH 😭

I could use the extra money (especially with at least one more concert… at least one is potentially local and I can just drive there) but I also semi rely on that mid workday tumblr scrolling to get me through it rn. (Guess we’ll see if I can even leave when I want. It was an hour later than I wanted today)

Like the two girls who work sometimes together there. Like. It’s been at least a month or so now I think. Probably 3 months bc of the training benchmark thing that they had to do today instead of working. Straight up if I didn’t have a second person in I would’ve fully just broken down today. But uh. They still fully need to do a full day to shadow a clerk and then a full day where they’re supervised. I am not trained as a clerk. I am serving as their knowledge to do their jobs. I used to feel ambivalent towards my birth name but I hate it right now. The “xx” before I need to leave everything and go help them. Just fills me with dread.

And I’m okay with a bit of a language barrier -they can still communicate. But they shouldn’t necessarily need to ask me everything still. I am positive they can check a deck for a box labeled “waffles” without me needing to hold their hand through it. And they shouldn’t need me to Leave My Task to come help them ESPECIALLY when I’m with someone else (the customer complained about me :P and the store manager let me know after he left. Anyway if I have to do the “add it to the list of things to do for sure” that I’m writing in OT and that he said I should do it before I leave bc fuck even today I ended up staying late)

ALSO fuck customers who only want stuff fresh from this very day or fresh from the freezer and DONT PUT A SPECIAL ORDER IN and just request it whenever they come in. Every time. (Sometimes. The answer is no. I don’t have it cut up and available)

Would it help if I cried in front of you when I tell you that I don’t have any available right now?

Torn between catharsis and FUCK if I’m going to cry (at least mostly) because of work then I should at least be paid for it.

…I haven’t cried at (this) work since the last time I was yelled at by a coworker. (All previous times crying at this workplace were because she yelled at me) (I was almost crying. I almost went into the Cooler to have a cry)

Not to make light of it all but I’m like. One more bad Monday with those two away from a hospital stay. (I can’t bc the hospitals here are famously bad for mental health) (I have an appt and a meeting after next week’s Monday)

But like. Can’t sully any of my crafting and leather knives. (They’re very nice and I want to collect more - prettier too would be nice) but seeing the knives at work and knowing they’re freshly sharpened. It’s just. WILL YOU HEAR ME NOW?! I am screaming. I admitted OUT LOUD that I am struggling on Mondays right now. Can’t have any more wounds to heal. I have to keep my skin unbroken so I can get more tattoos. It’ll be so much harder to stop if I start. Bc the URGENCY in the urge is so fucking strong. It didn’t help when I did last but maybe it would now hit I can’t I can’t I can’t

And I’ll be really sad if what I suspect are a TON of new moles (…or maybe freckles??) are cancerous 1) I hate checking them I can’t remember and I don’t have the organization to photograph and monitor each one 2) I’d have to get the tattoos I booked somewhere else and I’m not sure if I’d go for my upper left arm or my upper front thigh area. (If you’re actually reading this I am taking input on this in case) 3) I don’t want cancer, and it would break my parents’ hearts 4) I don’t want to die (despite the Desperation telling me I do)

Im splintering. Im fragmented. And I KNOW that a large part of it is how tired and exhausted I’ve been. I AM going to bed relatively soon.

I want to get high and forget

Weed’s legal it’s probably fine

(Im still paranoid it’ll cause a psychotic break and I’m already so frequently disconnected dissociated and in such a state of unreality it’s terrifying to me. Because when they taught us about psychosis I related very heavily to a lot of it and I’m scared to admit it. I think I’m okay. It would’ve been a lot to be 15+ years deep so far and nobody noticing nobody being concerned I think I’m okay I just need to get back on the ocean. It will heal me.)

I want to not be in pain

I want to externalize some of it

I want SOME FUCKING HELP. (If I just ask I could. Allegedly. Get a referral and coverage for some therapy) but I’m okay I always am. I’ve survived 100% of my worst days and all that :P but uh. A clerk to help those two ACTUALLY FUCKING LEARN (as if they’d listen) would be Huge.

(But if I were to do edibles with a friend I trust her. I trust she’d know what to do.)

Fuck I don’t even feel like sadsturbating. I mean (I don’t like to use lube so) I already sorta went too long the other day(s) and bled a little so I shouldn’t anyway.

1000% down for someone to knead my ass until it bruises while we snuggle though.

…I just ran my retainer cleaner without my retainer inside of it… and then forgot to put it in. It’s in now. I flossed while it actually got cleaned. Which is good. But fuuuck.

“Diagnosed with a sinus infection” with Covid symptoms… I don’t want her to come back to work tomorrow (I would rather be down a person),,,