#...i should get a job i want to make money. or maybe i'll actually open commissions one of these days

[mars-ipan]

i've been feeling like. More imposter syndrome than usual lately. and it's confusing as hell. i'm doing pretty solid rn Why Are You Here

#marzi speaks #not a vent post per se but i don't want ppl rbing this <3 #*looking at my feelings of inadequacy* bro you are. straight up false. why are you loud right now #who the hell knowssssss #i think it's bc i'm currently growing in a lot of ways or smth. improving my art improving my work ethic #trying to eat better (SO fucking hard on a college meal plan dear lord) #etc etc #could also be that i've been doing a lot of introspection for assignments lately. that could be doing it #or MAYBEEE i've been blorbothinking a bit too hard and absorbing insecurities from my meow meows lmao #probably a combination of things i'll be real #...i should get a job i want to make money. or maybe i'll actually open commissions one of these days

[pyramid-of-starrs]

Don't Be a Sweat

Pairing: Gamer Yunho x Gamer Fem Reader

Genre: Smut & Fluff

Warnings: Sub Yunho, dom reader, fem reader and parts but no fem names, cum eating, exhibitionism, fingering, oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected sex (stay safe pls), cursing, if its anything I missed pls let me know.

Word count: 4.8K (one day I'll get past 4k lol)

A/N: First sub Fic, I think I did an okay job but let me know if you like it!

Minors dni

Smut under the cut

The door to your best friend’s room opens and you and her walk into it, you both plop down on her bed tired from a long day of socializing. You both decided to do attend a "group date" that the designated match maker of your friend group set up. 3 hours of karaoke with the lamest guys you think you've ever met it was so dreadful and boring, you would have much rather been home streaming yourself playing overwatch or the new PSN free games of the month.

"I know what you're thinking Y/N." Your best friend turned to you and said,

"And what am I think little Ms. Mind reader."

"You're thinking "God those guys sucked I bet they couldn't even beat me in a 1v1 on Minecraft." or something like that." you both laughed.

"Good effort but you can't 1v1 on Minecraft there is no fighting on it, Minecraft is-"

"Ah- spare me the nerdy details I hear enough gamer bullshit with my brother. Anyway, what the hell was she thinking setting us up with that pack of losers of the year." She laughs and shakes her head.

"Oh god did you hear the one ranting about all women wanting money." you joined her in her laughing.

"If you're gonna ask me my income you're gonna need to cook and clean blah blah blah go live in the fucking 50s then! Oh, and the one that hounded you when you told him that you're a streamer."

"I bet I could beat you at this! I bet you've never heard of this! Like gag me, literally."

You two started laughing louder at your impressions of the men, they truly were just that pathetic, but to you, every man was.

Being a streamer, you run into your fair share of overly misogynistic incels that hate you just because you like games and have a vagina but in reality they would crumble at your feet if they ever saw you. Hot women that play games make men angry for some reason and you wanted nothing more than to break them down . Beating them after they whine about how you're a terrible and only popular because you're pretty, always made you smile. It was kind of a sick enjoyment you got out of beating them but who care, sweats get no sympathy from you.

Speaking of sweats as you and your best friend were enjoying having a laugh you suddenly heard loud knocking on the door. Your best friend rolled her eyes.

"Ugh What!" she knew exactly who it was.

The bedroom door swung open and in walked your best friends twin brother Yunho. Yunho was also a gamer like you, very tall and handsome but you two have never seen eye to eye. Ever since the day you became friends with BF/N Yunho terrorize you. Calling you names,  embarrassing you in front of guys, making fun of your hair and outfits and just being an all-around bully. Eventually feelings became mutual, and you only put yourself around him to hang out with your friend but other then that you and Yunho couldn’t even have a conversation with out arguing.

“Can you guys shut the fuck up already? I’m trying to play squads with the guys, and they can barely hear me over you two.”

“Yeah, yeah whatever they will live.” Your best friend said while trying to wave her brother off.

You let out another giggle “You guys can barely shoot straight I’m sure we aren’t the reason you guys are losing, y’all just suck.”

You and BF/N started laughing together again as she slapped your shoulder.

“Ohhh Y/N maybe we should invite Yunhos friends over they are actually kinda hot and a few game like you, you’ll really like the really hot one uhm what’s his name- oh San!”

“Ooouuu, he sounds sexy, maybe we should invite them over.”

“As fucking if, my friends would never date a chick like Y/N.” Yunho rolled his eyes.

“And what the hell kinda chick am I Yunho.” You folded your arms and tilted your head ready to pop off at him.

“The kinda chick who can’t keep a guy even if he was locked in her basement because no one wants her ugly ass.”

“Now I’m ugly? Well, who dyed their hair Blonde just to get a girl that ended up fucking everyone BUT you.”

His ears and face turned red in embarrassment.

“Sis, you told her about that?”

“Yuyu, I had too, I wanted her to feel bad so you guys could talk, and you could finally tell her you like her.”

Boy if his face wasn’t red then it sure was red now, he even tried wiping the embarrassment off.

“What !? As if I would like some girl that spends all her time gaming and talking shit online like a fucking loser. I’d never date someone like her!”

“Good cause it’ll never fucking happen, maybe I should do what BF/N said and fuck your friend just to piss you off!” You stood up at this point, who the hell does he think he is calling you a loser.

“Fuck you Y/N!” He yelled before walking out and slamming the door, thank God Yunho and BF/N moved out and into their shared apartment so their parents didn’t hear the argument.

You plopped back down on the bed.

“God what the fuck is his problem? It’s like he hates my guts for no reason.”

“It’s just like I said Y/N, the boy likes you.” She yawned and stood up to change into her sleeping clothes.

“What? BF/N be serious here.”

She finished getting ready for bed and you got up to change into the shorts and shirt you brought with you to spend the night.

“I am being serious; he’s always liked you that’s why he’s mean to you.”

She got up and turned off the lights and got under the covers, you did too, you two faced each other.

“If you don’t believe me, ask him yourself tomorrow, good night, Y/N.”

“…night.”

You two eventually drifted off to sleep but your mind was still racing, did Yunho really like you? Isn’t that “boy is mean to the girl he likes” trope only in moves and poorly written fan fics? (Girl I’m trying my best)

Around 2am you were woken up by Yunho yelling, he was most likely playing the game with his friend, you could hear him faintly saying “Bro get him” and “Fuck” in the next room. You were going to go back to sleep but decided to see if what your friend said was true because it was slowly eating you up. You got up and walked to the room next door and knocked on his door. You could hear him telling his friends he would be back and then he opened the door. He had on random graphic tee and some grey sweatpants; fuck why does it have to be grey sweatpants. His room was nice, the lights were out but the LED strips around his bed still lit up the room.

“Oh, its you, what do you want?”

“Um, well can I talk to you for a second?”

“I mean I guess…” he walked back over to the gaming chair that was stationed in front of his TV and sat back down.

You decided to sit on his bed on the edge facing the TV and there was a brief awkward silence before he broke it.

“You came to my room just to sit here and stare?”

“No…um…”

“Spit it out dude God, what’s your problem why can’t you be normal?”

Even with you trying to talk to him he just pisses you off.

“I heard you got the new street fighter game, lets play it.”

“What ?”

“Yea let play, loser has to do whatever the winner says.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you, no I’m going back to playing with my friends.” He picked up his controller and put his headset back on. You just couldn’t understand why Yunho was so mean to you, what you ever did or why he just woke up and chose to treat you this badly. If what your friend said was true then you needed to find out, tonight! While Yunho continued to play with his friends you took matters into your own hands and snatched his headset and controller.

“What are you-“

“Sorry, Yunho is busy he’ll get back on later.” You said directly into the mic then quit his game mid match.

“Y/N What the fuck is your deal?”

“Shut up.”

He sat quietly while you started up the street fighter game, you tossed him back his controller and grabbed the unoccupied one and turned it on.

“Now like I said, loser has to do what ever the winner says got it?”

“…fine”

“Good.”

You two selected your characters and the match started, 3 rounds, unlimited time. You and Yunho played while making random grunting sounds and shouting one worded taunt but even he couldn’t match up to your acute game skill. The match ended with you as the winner, and you raised your hands in victory.

“That was such BS.”

“Don’t be a sore loser YuYu.”

“Don’t call me that! I’m not a kid any more Y/N.”

“Whatever, since I won you have to do whatever I say now.”

“What do you want me to do.”

“Hmm…for now you have to sit next to me on the bed.” You said in a slightly shaky voice.

He arched his eyebrow but chose not to question it getting up from his gaming chair and sitting next to you on the edge of the bed. Your heart started to beat a bit faster, Yunho has never made you feel this way before but with the thought that he may like you in mind it made you feel a bit shy.

“Earth to Y/N, come on let’s go again.”

“Y-yeah okay let’s play.”

Why was this making you so shy, you aren’t that kind of person especially for Yunho, so why is the thought of him liking you driving you crazy. You had zoned out thinking and didn’t realize you were losing, by the time you snapped out of it you had lost the match.

“I thought you were supposed to be some awesome ass gamer, that was terrible.”

“Shut up! What do you want me to do ?”

“How about you play in just your bra from now on.”

You scoffed because you knew that he was doing this to embarrass you, you knew he just wanted to belittle you. Even if he did like you, he was still an ass, and you were determined to finally put him in his place.

“Fine you want to play it like that, say less.”

You took off your night shirt and Yunho looked back at the TV to get ready to play the next round. Round after round Yunho lost to you because you had to show him who’s the top gamer here. You kept his theme of stripping, and he was left playing in just his underwear, his face was red as a tomato, and he was flustered playing. The next round started, and he pulled the ultimate foul move of gaming, pausing to see the move list.

“Come on YuYu don’t be scared of losing.” You laughed at his embarrassment.

He growled lowly. “Shut up, why are we even doing this anyways?”

“I have my reasoning, so come on and lose like a champ.”

Your eyes focused back on the TV and before he could unpause the game to take his loss, a message from one of his gaming friends came up.

xX_CallMeDaddyMin_Xx: Yo, Yunho did you screw that streamer chick your sister is friends with finally lol.

You both read the message and before you both could react another friend sent another message; you realize it’s coming from the group party chat. You disconnected his mic but forgot to leave the party too.

__bl00dy__San__: Yeah, tell her how you always watch her streams, probs jack off to them to lmaooooo.

Before anymore messages could come through, he turned off the TV.

“Ge-Get out I’m going to bed.”

He was a blushing mess, everyone just kept outing his little secrets today, he got under the covers and covered his face, and you couldn’t help but giggle at him, he was so cute when he was shy, and you hated to admit it. You crawled up next to him, now was your chance to get some revenge.

“Come on YuYu, tell me if what they said was true.” You snaked your hand under the covers slowly, trickling down his leg.

“Leave me alone.”

“Do you watch my streams YuYu?”

“Go the hell away Y/N” he said in a muffled shy voice, you needed to tease him more now, this was your area of expertise. Once again you were used to toxic guys trying to come into your streams to harass you, but you had a love for turning those same yelling dickheads to whimpering messes, it gave you so much power, and to finally have that advantage over the same guy that has bullied you for years. You were going to enjoy this way more then you should, and so was he, you reached up and whispered into his ear.

“Why YuYu? Don’t wanna admit you like to watch me stream even though you hate me.”

Your hands reached his V line, you played with the band of his boxers.

“I-I don’t hate you…”

“Oh really? How do I make you feel then YuYu?”

Your hands dived into his boxers, and you found his semi hard length, you started to rub up and down the shaft slowly to really tease him. One thing you hated to admit about Yunho was that he was packing. You grew up seeing him in all kinds of clothing and sometimes would see the outline, but you’d rather choke then admit he had a big dick but now that you’re feeling it it’s undeniable.

His bit back a small moan at the feel of your fingers on him, his mind was racing, the girl he’s been madly in love with since they were snot nosed was in his bed feeling him up, how could he possibly function.

“….you’re okay I guess.” He continued to hide his face in the covers.

“No, no little baby, I need a better answer then that, or do you just want me to stop and leave.” You stopped moving your hands but didn’t take them out of his underwear.

“No…please don’t stop.”

“Oh, you don’t want me to stop YuYu? Am I making you feel good? Is that why you watch my streams? Because I make you feel good baby.”

He didn’t respond so it was time to push these answers out of him, or more so rub them out of him. You gripped the base of his length and started to slowly pump his dick, he let out a soft moan at the sudden friction and it made your clit jump, you needed more and so did he.

“You…you look nice when you’re gaming.”

“Aww thank you baby but I’m asking you how I make you feel, so tell me that.”

Moving your hands up and down his shaft you directed your attention to his tip, pumping it tightly as precum slowly oozed out of it, you spread it over his tip the more you pumped, you wish he wasn’t so shy so you could watch his pretty pink tip be teased right now.

“Do I turn you on Yuyu? When I watch and degrade those guys on my stream does it make your dick throb? Do you wish I was talking to you?”

He could barely focus, the slow stroking on his length made him dizzy because the sensation was so strong.

“How about you let me see you Yuyu, let me see you fall apart for the girl you claimed to hate all these years.”

You pull the cover back and pull his dick out of his boxers, his dick was red and ready to burst, the tan shaft had pretty veins bulging on it, he had some girth, but the length was something to look at.

“Wow Yuyu your dick is so pretty for an asshole.”

He covers his face and looks away from you, he didn’t know rather he wanted to disappear or cum, your teasing was so sexy, but he didn’t envision the first sexual encounter with you going like this, but he wasn’t mad at it either. You started to pump his dick even more and moved down to it. As you pumped his dick faster, he bit down on his lips hard.

“Don’t hide YuYu let me see what you look like when you cum, is that what you want baby? You want to cum for me like a desperate little slut?”

“…yes…please…”

“Please what baby?” You kept a steady pace as your grip tightened a bit.

“…please let me cum for you Y/N.”

You grinned a bit at his begging.

“Show me Yuyu, show me how you touch your self when you watch my streams.”

He was shy but he was desperate, he sat up and you removed your hand from his needy dick, and he replaced it with his own. He avoided your gaze, his whole face was red, and his eyes were low, he wanted to cum for you so bad it was driving him crazy. He started to pump his sensitive cock, throwing his head back onto the LED lit bedframe, breathy moans coming from his plush M shaped wet lips.

“Ah…Y/N…please watch me cum.” He tightly closed his eyes as he could feel his climax steadily approaching.

You had a lustful yet evil smile on your face.

“Of course, baby I’ll watch you stroke your slutty dick all night if you want me too, but I want to see more baby so don’t cum just yet, okay?”

He opened his eyes, his vision was hazy, his climax was right on the horizon and having him hold it only made it worse.

“Please…please let me cum for you Y/N” his grip on his shaft was firm as he continued to fall apart under you gazes.

“Mm well since you ask so nicely and you’re so desperate, go ahead and cum for me Babyboy.”

His moans were soft but got louder as his strokes became faster until his came. He shot hot ropes of cum from his throbbing cock, he continued to pump as it shot out and landed on his legs. His chest puffed in and out as he held his dick in his hands, he tilted his head on the side of the headrest of the bed. You giggled at his fucked-out state.

“You’re actually so cute YuYu.” You gathered up all the cum that came out onto your fingers, his eyes opened to see what your next step was. You put your now cum covered fingers into your mouth and sucked all of it off as he watched.

“Come on Yuyu, I want to play some more.” You sat on your legs and reached behind you to unclasp your bra, when you removed it Yunhos eyes was glued to your 2 mountains. You took it a step further and removed your shorts and underwear. Yunhos breathing spiked again and his softened rod started to rise once again.

“Do you want to touch me Yuyu? Go ahead and touch me wherever you like.”

He eagerly nodded his head and reached out both hands and gripped both your breast, he started to massage them.

“Ah~ that feels so good, touch me more okay Yunho.”

He brushed his thumbs over your nipples, and you moaned even more, your aching cunt became hot as you threw your head back.

“Ca-can I kiss you?” he shyly asked.

“Of course, baby.”

He didn’t waste another minute and planted a hot kiss on your lips. You’ve had sex with plenty of guys before and kissed lots of them, but this wasn’t like any kiss you’ve ever had, this kiss had dept and meaning to it, however now that you realized it, this whole moment felt so sensual. His touch on your breast gave you goosebumps and his tongue entering your mouth made you want him even more, you never realized just how much your body yearned for Yunho until now. Your tongues were doing an elaborate dance before he disconnected your mouths.

“Y/N…I need to taste you please…” Before you could even respond he pushed you down and got between your legs.

“You’re such an eager little baby, you want to taste my pretty little pussy that bad?”

He once again nodded eagerly, the look in his eyes looked like he wanted to literally eat you. You decided to give him what he is craving, and you spread your legs nice and wide so he could get a nice view, he leaned down and put his face inches away from your soaking cunt, he was so close you could feel the small breaths he was taking.

“It’s so pretty Y/N” Your face got hot at the compliment, one of the rare times he has complimented you and its about your pussy, you felt like melting. He licked one long stripe from your hole to your clit, then flicked his tongue on your nub, your legs flinched to close, and he swiftly brought his hands up to hold your legs open. He was eating your pussy like he was on death row, and this was the last meal he requested. Your back arched and staggered moans started to come from your mouth. He inserted one then two fingers into your hole, your pussy clenched and unclenched repeatedly around them as he sucked your clit like it was a lollipop. Your hands gripped his newly bleach blonde hair.

“You’re doing so good Yuyu, I’m going to cum on your pretty face if you keep going baby.”

“Please Y/N, please cum on my face, I need more of you.”

He hadn’t even entered you yet and he was already pussy drunk, he kept licking your core like his life depended on it. Your hips started to buck and you grinded down on his face, the feeling of his lips wrapped around your clit and his long slender fingers deep inside you, you had reached your limit. You came on his face, your clit throbbed, your hole started to squeeze his finger tightly, you had a firm grip on his hair, and he kept lapping up your juices. Over stimulation started to kick in and it seemed like Yunho had no plans on stopping anytime soon. You tried to push his face away, but he was stronger than you and kept going.

“Yunho! I’m gonna go crazy and wake your sister up, stop!”

He finally released your swollen nub from his lips and took his fingers out of you, he looked up at you with his face covered in your wetness, his eyes looked to pure and sincere yet the entire scene of him still having your legs spread wide was everything but pure.

“I’m sorry…I just need you so bad Y/N…”

“Then hurry up and fuck me Yuyu.”

His eyes gleamed like a kid that just got told he can open his gifts on Christmas eve and not Christmas.

“R-really? Oh my god okay let me grab a condom.” He excitedly got up and walked over to his dresser. He grabbed on condom from the top drawer, and you could swear you saw his invisible golden retriever tail wagging, he was so cute you giggled to yourself. He walked back over as he was tearing open the condom, he fully removed his boxers before getting back between your legs. He rolled the condom all the way down his length and lined himself up with your entrance.

“Are you sure about this Y/N? We don’t have too if you don’t want to.”

You reached up to cup the side of his face and smiled warmly at him.

“I want this Yuyu, please take me, I need you just as much as you need me right now.”

He leaned down to kiss you deeply and inserted the tip into you. You winced as your pussy began to stretch around his dick. He kept the slower pace as you moaned into his mouth, his length just kept coming, it felt like it was never ending. Once he bottomed out in you, he stopped the kiss.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m okay baby, I promise.”

He stroked into you once. Twice. Three times. Then stopped deep in you and closed his eyes tightly as he held his position inside of you.

“What’s wrong? I told you I’m okay, you can keep going.”

“I-I know but- I’m not” a rosy blush covered his high cheeks bones yet again and that’s when you put two and two together.

“Yuyu did you…did you cum?”

“…yeah”

He pulled out of you and the condom was filled with his cum, he took the condom off in embarrassment and tossed it into his bedside trash You wanted so badly to tease him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it, instead you reached your arms out to invite him in for a hug and he gladly accepted it. He dropped down on your body, and you hugged him tightly, even though he just came his dick was still hard as rock.

“Are you still horny Yuyu?”

“Yea but that was my last condom.”

“So, you are a little slut huh?”

“Not now Y/N” he was still sad that he couldn’t fully experience his first-time having sex with you the way that he wanted too.

“…Are you clean?”

“Of course, what kinda question is that?”

“…well, I am too.”

“What are you saying right now Y/N?” He leaned up to make sure he was understanding exactly what you were saying, and he wasn’t just hearing what he wanted to hear.

“I’m saying…if you want to keep going without a condom…we can…I trust you.”

That was all Yunho had to hear, he leaned back down onto you, and you hugged him again, he reached down and lined himself back up into your entrance and slid his dick back into you. His ear was right by your mouth as you let out a throaty moan, he wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you tightly, pumping into your pussy slowly and deeply. You gripped both his shoulders and drip your nails into them.

“You feel so good inside me Yuyu it’s so deep.”

He started to pump into you deeply, his tip hitting your spot like it was a drum as he drilled into you. He groaned as the over stimulation and his soon approaching climax was rushing forward.

“I’m about to cum Y/N please cum with me.”

You dragged your nails up and down his back leaving red streaks up and down his back as he stroked deeply into you. You started to see stars; you tried your best to moan quietly but you couldn’t the feeling was too amazing. In perfect sync you two came together, you could feel the hot liquid deep inside you, thank God you were on birth control or you’d for sure be good as pregnant.

He still held you tightly and gave no signs of letting go, his dick softened inside of you.

“Yunho pull out so I can wipe up.”

“I want to stay in you forever Y/N, I love you so much.”

You couldn’t help but smile when he said that.

“I’m so sorry I’ve been so awful to you, it’s not an excuse but you drive me so crazy, and hearing about that stupid group date my sister dragged you too pissed me off so bad. I want to be the only one taking you out, I want to be the only one seeing you like this…” He kept going, just spilling out all these feelings he had held in for years, you felt like your heart was going to explode. As he was still talking, you pulled him into a kiss.

“I like you too loser.” You kissed him again and he slid out of you, you could feel everything seeping out of you, he reached over to his bed side table and grab a few of the tissues that were in the tissue box. He carefully wiped out your overstuffed pussy and threw the tissues away. He pulled the cover over you both and brought you in too cuddle.

“Yunho, I have to sneak back into your sisters’ room before she wakes up.”

The door swung open, and your best friend stood in the door frame with dark circles under her eyes.

“Too fucking late for that, I’m glad you two worked out your feelings for each other but next time do it quietly and when I’m not fucking home.” She slammed the door as she left, and you and Yunho just laid their giggling with each other.

#Yunho smut #ateez smut #ateez fanfic #atz smut #yunho x reader #writenbypyramidofstars

[by-the-bloodfountain]

THE SERIES

: THOUSAND YEARS

Gun Park x Fem!Reader

ㅤㅤㅤㅤPart 1

ㅤ " Remember me "

A/N : I didn't know that the Progolue would get this much likes, thank you sm! I'm actually surprised 😭 but as promised here the part 1 that you guys are waiting for!

And yes english is not my first language. I'll be telling you guys the same thing til chapter 4 or 5 HAHA

Gun is a bit ooc sry.

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Is was a bit weird for a foreigner from Japan to move in to South Korea, but you did it anyway.

Thankful for your childhood friend, who has taught you some Korea when you told him that you wanted to go there someday.

But sadly all the memories of him fades away when you were recovering in the hospital for 3 months.

You did tries to ask your parents about the young boy, but they know nothing about him. The only thing they told you was that he was dangerous, and you should stay away from him.

That, make you want to meet the boy more.

It's been 5 years now, since you now to South Korea all by yourself, but of course your parents often sent you some money for you. They were worried, but they wouldn't stop you from your dreams.

Surprisingly you got in one of the fashion school that you wanted. You also got a part time job easily, a cashier in the small convenient store not too far from your school.

The boss there was a bit creepy but you didn't think it's was a problem at first.

Now, let's focus on the present shall we?

You were walking back to your apartment while talking to the young man Daniel. He dumped into you one day in the library and when he was about to apologize, you speaks up the apologies first and quickly got on your knees and help him with his books.

From that day on you became his personal tutor, you didn't mind being the tutor. You always have a kind heart and soul after all.

But today was different, since the moment you met that tall man who looks.. Familiar in some way. Naturally you would talk about your day and what you're going to make for dinner.

You ended up being quiet til' you stepped in your apartment. Daniel was worried but he knew he couldn't push you too much, so he just texted you to make sure you're ok.

And when you answer that everything was alright, he sighs in relief.

You don't really know why you chose to be a cashier at night shift but.. You did, so here you are, in your cashier outfit working at night.

It's was bored for most of the time

Until the door opened up and your eyes lit up in excitement. Finally a customer!

" Welco– " Oh.

It's him

Your words caught in your throat when the tall man look over to you. Even with his shade on you knew he was looking right into your eyes.

You quickly look away from embarrassment when he finally walk toward you.

" May I uh.. Help you? " You tried again, this time you force yourself to look up at him. But when he only respond with a low chuckle that slips from his mouth. You were about to speak again but then he open his mouth once more.

" You're as beautiful as the day I lost you " The man said.

And you freeze. Not before you felt your face heat up, not only from those sweet words but also how sexy it sound coming from him.

You quickly clear your throat and finally speak up.

" I'm sorry but.. You might get the wrong person " You let out a small laugh before you glance back to meet his eyes.

He's just.. Stared, and that stared make you nervous, maybe it could even make any woman knees weak.

But when he suddenly came up to you and grabbed your wrist without any warning, your body react on it own by slapping his face with your full force.

And then the silence filled the air.

Your eyes widened in shock from what you did. And his glasses were now on the ground. You were about to shout out an apologize before another chuckle left his mouth and his now revealed eyes meet with yours.

He finally got to see you clearly, not just from behind that stupid glasses he likes to wear so much.

And you. You knew you should be scared, you should runaway, but instead. You felt like those eyes we're drawing you in.

" S– Sorr–.. "

" It's okay " He said.

Gently letting go of your wrist before he crouches down grabbing his glasses, as his dark gaze glance up to you.

" I should have ask you properly " He said before walking towards you even more.

You stood there. Still trying to contain all your thoughts what just happened but then he handed you a black card.

Giving him a questioning like last time before he raised his eyebrow. You slowly grabbed the black card before you start to read it.

Gun Park

Yamazaki Yuzuru

XX-XXXX-XXXX

You're eyes widened before you shot your head up to ask him a question, but.

He was gone.

You sighs in disbelief, you didn't get to say sorry properly.

Well, now that you got his contacts you may as well try to say it to him properly through your phone? Yeah, maybe you could do that.

You simply kept the card in your pocket before she continues to do your night shift like usual.

But there's one problem.

You couldn't stop thinking about him.

You know it's weird, you just met him! How could you felt something like that for someone at first sight.

Yeah yeah, a lot of people might believe in love at first sight but you don't. You know there's something wrong. Something.. familiar.

After your night shift. You went back to your apartment and took a nice shower and making yourself a warm meal from your mother recipes.

Card in your hand, and your phone in the other. You have been staring at your phone for the last 30 minutes now. You don't know why you were scared but you are.

And finally! You called him.

...

...

...

" Hello ? "

" H–Hi! It's uh.. " You said your name.

Your heart were beating so fast you thought you were going to fast out.

When you didn't heard any answer, you try calling his name.

" Sorry, I didn't think you would call " and gosh.. The way you say his name. He could felt his heart skipped a beat.

" Oh– sorry, am I interrupting anything? " You asked, worried that you might call in the wrong timing.

But when he said that it's was okay, you simply sighs in relief.

The night went on by you and him. Gun. Talk all about the things that you wanted to know.

Even though he wanted to tell you everything he remember. All those memories that you guys made together in your childhood days. He couldn't. Maybe letting you find out by yourself might be the right way.

So, he lied. He lied about how you look like his childhood friend that he lost. He lied about everything he could, not wanting to make you feel any guilt for what happened 6 years ago.

And you believe him, even if you didn't want to. But you did.

Eventually it got late and you forgot about your school for tomorrow, you quickly glance at your alarm clock on your desk.

" AH! I have school tomorrow! Uh- I uh.. See you later? " You said, feeling a bit bad for leaving him in the middle of the conversation.

But when you hear him chuckle and slightly giving you a confirmation that it's was ok and you should get rest.

You chuckle softly before thanking him.

As you were about to press the disconnect button. His voice murmurs out.

" Would you like to have dinner together? Tomorrow? "

Your eyes widened as your face heat up from just thinking. This gorgeous man is asking you out?!

" S–Sure " You said. " What time? "

" I'll pick you up after school "

Oh yeah. He knew what school you were in, you forgot about that.

You gave him your last confirm that you accept his date. And finally hitting that disconnect button. Laying your head and your body down on the soft mattress, gently closing your eyes. And doze off immediately.

You couldn't wait for your date night tomorrow.

( AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MY BATTERY IN AT 5% WHILE WRITING THE LAST PART NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO )

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[mr2swap]

the Great shift:hell called "Chuck"

-Chuck, are you serious?- At any other time I wouldn't mind my fat old stepdad scratching his balls in public, but now that we've swapped bodies things have changed for both of us.

Unfortunately thanks to the Great shift I landed in my stepfather's shitty body and since then I have lived as an obese old man with a gray unkempt beard, oversized soccer jerseys, and this terrible old man scent coming from my whole body, at first I thought it was Chuck's horrible natural scent but now that I have his body deodorant seems to not affect this 60-year-old man's body.

And while I have to live in this hell called "Chuck" he has taken over my life, I quit my job, he broke up with my girlfriend, he took over my friends! I have nothing left that is only mine! Since I got into this body I haven't seen any of my bros in the gym or the girl I was dating and I'm pretty sure Chuck hasn't told anyone that we were affected by the big change and I feel humiliated all the time for Chuck and his new and fit body.

-oh... I'm sorry boy, it's that I shaved my balls last night and it itches like hell...- Since my stepfather has my body he does nothing but get angry, at first it was torture, he kept massaging his muscles, smelling them, and kissing them in front of me every time we were in the same room and walking around the house showing off my huge cock like it was a trophy.

While I have to make do with the dick I now have hidden under this hairy belly and I still can't believe my mother married this fat bastard, although at least she doesn't have to see what her "husband" does to her "stepson"

I've been living like an obese old man for 3 months, and it doesn't seem like the government or anyone knows how to fix this, maybe I should just get used to this…for me and my health.

-Hey boy!, I completely forgot I'll use the car tonight so I'll just change my sweaty clothes and go with some friends for some drinks so don't wait up for me…-

It sounds more and more tempting to reveal the truth to my old friends, none of them know that they are actually partying with my elderly stepfather instead of me. But… Jesus!, I'm so embarrassed that anyone finds out about this that I'd rather they all continue to believe I'm old-fashioned, overweight Chuck.

-Oh! and if you want you can go to the motel next door you know why If the noises bother you I plan to bring someone in the evening and I would not like you to disturb us in the middle of the action-

But that's not the worst, I can't believe that even though I have my stepdad's pathetic dick now, he's hard all the time! And Chuck seems to take advantage of the fact that he knows I'm gay and that he has my extremely hot body.

-But if you promise not to make any noise, maybe I could leave the door a little open for you "Chuck"… of course, as long as our secret remains standing.-

At least "Trevor" seems used to my body and my life. I just wish he would stop being a jerk and stop using my body to get rich at the gay club in town, he's not even gay! He only uses my reputation in the club to bring drunk guys to our house, let them suck my old dick and take the money from their wallets.

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[gaslysainz]

Lost (PG10) pt.2

Summary: The world is utterly unfair. He was her most prized possession, her life, her first ever commitment of love. But to him, she was just a mere person lost in his big world.

warnings: ; unrequited feelings; Pierre is a douche , arrange marriage, angst, explicit scenes and languages.

Author's Note~ Heya guys! So a few days back I posted the first chapter of my first ever fanfic! And I'm overwhelmed by the response ❤️ Really Thanks a lot to everyone who had liked the story so far. It's just the beginning of the journey, there's a lot to come. Love You All 😘 Here's my first ever story for you guys. As soon as I finish this one, I'll start taking requests maybe! Till then please show your love and support for "LOST".

Journal Entry -2

A new episode and a new day of my life. Never in my 24 years of life have I ever thought that I would have to come across this day. This awful day when i would have to sit through a whole day in my room crying my eyes out and coming out of my room only when i'm called for causes like "Julia needs a glass of water, you need to clean Julia's dress, Julia accidentally dropped food on the floor, clean up the mess" so on and so forth. Today was the day when I had to look at the most heart wrenching thing ever...

So here's what happened 

*FLASHBACK*

I was reading a book in my room and suddenly someone knocked at my door. I opened the door and came across Pierre!

"H-hey! you need something?"

I noticed him looking inside my room at our wedding picture hanging on the wall right above my head. Obviously he'd be curious about my room cause he's never been inside my room before. I actually felt a little awkward so i cleared my throat to get his attention.

"Uh! yea actually Julia was having a headache, go and make some soup or something and bring it up to my room  along with some medicine!" There was that tone! Full of despise for me.

"Sure" By saying that i went down to the kitchen to make some soup for her.

That's what my job in this house is after all, looking after the house and the people in it. Oh! Did I mention? We do not have any maids. Cause apparently according to my husband's mistress, I'm not any different than a maid so why waste money on hiring one? Anyways, after making the soup and being satisfied with it I went towards Pierre's room and stopped once I saw something that no married or committed person should ever see. My husband was on top of my sister thrusting deep inside her and them moaning out each other's name. 

You must be thinking that what am i so shaken up about? I should've been used to this by now, Well this is the first time i'm seeing them doing it in front of my eyes. Yes i admit it that i've heard them before but seeing it live, right in front of me is a whiplash of a whole lot of negative thoughts. And what did I do in that situation? Nothing! I just closed the door silently, kept the soup and the medicine outside the room and came back to my room and cried my eyes out! Why did they have to keep the door opened? Did my husband really become so heartless? Did he really want me to see that I can never get his love? Did he really have literally shove it in my face that he belongs completely and soulfully to his mistress and I can never take her place?

Oh! and the agony! My Step sister saw me standing outside the room and smirked!

Yes she had the audacity to smirk at me....

*FLASHBACK ENDS*

I know i'm young and naive. My sister is 27 and i'm 24 years old. She's more mature than I am, sexier, prettier, and more perfect , with an hourglass figure, amazing style. But all that, with a nasty heart it seems. She can easily go out wearing anything and everything that she wants whereas I tend to gravitate towards PJ's, hoodies and oversized clothes. The only time I wear dresses are at the parties that I attend with my husband. But still, he never looks at me the same way he looks at her. She is definitely Pierre's s absolute match in all spheres. And here I am, stupid little girl crying my eyes out inside my room cause my husband is making love to my step sister. 

I, Mrs. Y/n Gasly is once again LOST!

LOST in my sister's PERFECTION!

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[sporadicthingcollection]

Poise Counterpoise (Tech x F!Reader)

Summary: Tech's first date with you has him shaking in his boots. Sequel to Point Counterpoint.

Pairing: Tech x F!Reader.

Rating: 🌶 Explicit 🌶

Word Count: ~5.8k.

Warnings: Mention of domestic violence, mild violence, PiV sex.

"Got no time," is what you're known to say I'll make you wish there was forty-eight hours to each day Your problem is you ain't been loved like you should What I got to give will sure 'nough do you good...

---

Tech would have been on time to meet you. And then Cid had a "quick" mission for them that wasn't so quick and Echo tripped an alarm.

And then they get back and Hunter lets slip that Tech has a date, and Cid sneers in disbelief.

"And you're going in that?" She throws a handful of credits at him. “Here’s what you’re gonna do, Goggles: on the corner of Pinnacle and Fifty-Seventh is a department store. You’re gonna go in and buy a pair of slacks with a crease down the front. Then you’re gonna buy a nice shirt. One with buttons and a collar. Then you’re gonna put them on and then you’re gonna pick her up. Got it?”

The shirt is itchy. The pants are stiff. But they’re civvies and color coordinated and, apparently, that’s what matters. He finds some comfort in his boots and the belt around his waist, but it's not much.

His stomach is full of fuzz as he climbs the stairs to your apartment, step by agonizing step. As he raises his hand to press the buzzer, his limbic system finally hits its tipping point and his joints seize up.

He’s making a mistake, the little voice of self-doubt mutters.

It’s hard to ignore that voice. It’s instinct. It’s experience. It saved his life a thousand times before as a soldier of the Republic and it will a thousand times again as a soldier of fortune.

But this is not the battlefield. And this isn’t mercenary work. This is a man taking a woman out on a date -- vice versa, actually. You're the one with the steady job. All the money he makes goes to ship repairs and rations.

Another reason to not like him, the voice says. No money, no prospects, no normal life. Should’ve added that to the list. Maybe you would have listened to reason then.

...no, you wouldn’t have. You knew what you wanted and you knew what he needed. To be told to shut up and kiss you. You’re a very self-assured woman. He likes that about you.

And realistically, what’s the worst that could happen? You’ve been friends for weeks. You’ve sat through him prattling on about things countless times. Now there’s just an added physical element. Shouldn’t be hard to account for.

A snatch of music reaches his ears, coming from an open window. It’s a cheerful, upbeat tune he’s heard on the radios around town, about going dancing with a partner.

He can see it clearly in his mind’s eye, you mouthing the words and dancing around the ‘fresher as you fix your hair and put on your makeup. It sounds like something you would do.

It makes his heart flip, and the sudden burst is just enough for him to override the lock on his joints and ring the buzzer.

After a moment, the door opens, and he’s greeted with a strange sight.

He’s met your little brother before. Being around Omega’s age, Phthalo lives with your parents, but he often comes by your apartment to ‘hang,’ as he puts it. Probably something to do with you having a faster holonet connection.

Right now, he’s clad in a fluffy bathrobe and chewing on a brightly-colored plastic pipe. He regards Tech with narrowed eyes. “Hello, Mr. Tech,” he says in a deep voice.

Odd, but probably not a threat. “Phthalo,” he says with a nod. “Is your sister here?”

“She might be.” His eyes narrow even more. “And what exactly are your intentions with her, young man?”

He knows not to take Phthalo too seriously. Where Omega is an outlier in terms of maturity for her age, Phthalo is at the very top of the bell curve. "We are getting dinner," he says, "though I'm not sure where. She knows the city better than I do."

A string of soap bubbles emerges from the bowl of the pipe as Phthalo blows on it. "I see, I see. And then, no doubt, followed by a trip..." He yanks the pipe from his mouth and jabs it at him. "...to Lovers' Lane?!"

Tech is now confused. He adjusts his goggles. "I... am not sure. Perhaps. Whatever she should desire. I am new to this and am following her lead."

The suspicious look melts away, replaced by surprise. His voice jumps back up to its usual pubescent timbre. "You've never been on a date?" Tech shakes his head, and Phthalo blinks. "Dang, really? Like, never ever?"

He shakes his head again. "As a member of a commando unit, I was afforded neither time nor opportunity to pursue interpersonal activities."

Phthalo whistles. “Bummer.” He pauses, then looks Tech up and down. “Gonna keep it a hundred with you: you look like an egghead.”

Tech blinks. Phthalo often uses slang that is lost on him and this is no different. “Am I correct in assuming that is a bad thing?”

“I mean, I guess, but, like, that’s her type.” He leans against the doorjamb. “Last three guys she dated were all eggheads. 'Cept Dyer. He was more of a pointy egg 'cause of the horns...”

Before Tech can even respond to that, he’s distracted by a shout.

"Phthalo!" you bark.

You skid out of the 'fresher and into view, dressed in the most beautiful blouse he's ever seen. Flowing, sunset-colored fabrics cascade down your torso, and you wear a simple pair of blue jeans that hug your hips impeccably. Your sandals have lifts, as seems to be the current style, and your painted toes peek out.

You look absolutely stunning. It's a shame you're so mad.

"What the hell are you doing?!" You pause, then squint at him. "And why are you wearing my robe?!"

Phthalo is unbothered. He lowers his voice again and blows on the pipe. "Telling this young man what I expect of him. You're a respectable young lady, and I won’t have him ruining the good name of this family.”

You spit something in your native tongue, and he replies in turn. Tech is unfamiliar with the language, but it's lilty and melodic punctuated with little pops and clicks. He's been debating purchasing a translation module, but is unsure if that would come off as an encroachment of your privacy.

You switch back into Basic. "Don't you have homework or something to be doing?"

"Joke's on you, sister. It's the weekend."

You give him a dry look as you step outside. "Just be home by dark so Mom doesn’t yell at me. And take my robe off."

“Yes ma’am.” He strikes a salute. His form is poor, but Tech keeps that to himself. "Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do," he says, “but if you do, name it--”

You close the door on him with a roll of your eyes. Finally, you turn your attention to Tech. "I am so sorry."

You pause as you see him, looking him up and down -- your gaze in particular seems to linger on his biceps. Your eyes widen slightly, and you suck in a subtle breath.

"Well, don’t you clean up nice," you say, a smile gracing your lips.

He’s suddenly aware of the heat in his cheeks. His tongue feels fat and heavy. “You too,” he says. “Er, that’s not to say that you do not always dress well. I just-- erm--”

You giggle, and it’s the most wonderful sound he’s ever heard. “C’mon, let’s bounce.”

You shoulder your purse and, before he realizes it, you’ve wrapped your arm around his and slipped your fingers into his hand. Your body presses closely to his, and he can feel every warm, soft curve from your shoulders to your hips.

Then you lay your other hand on his arm. You pause, then give a squeeze. “Oh,” you say, eyes widening.

Oddly, it’s his respiratory system that seizes up this time. His breath catches in his throat and he makes the slightest hrph noise.

He's frozen there a moment, staring at you as you stare at him. You have the most beautiful eyes. A whole load of butterflies flap around in his gut, crashing into each other and his abdominal walls. He really wishes they’d go away.

You’re the first to snap out of it, though you still seem quite stricken. Your words come out in a squeaky tumble. “Nice guns you got here.”

He’s red as a Togruta right now. He can feel it. He says the first thing that comes to mind. “Part of the genetic manipulation performed on clones is reducing the amount of visceral and subcutaneous fat necessary for metabolic processes,” he says.

The wonder in your eyes vanishes, replaced by the familiar curiosity he’s used to seeing. “Huh. So where do you store all your energy?”

Familiar territory. He remembers how to move his legs. “I am unsure of the specifics, but it has to do with mitochondria...”

---

As a clone, Tech has low standards for food. He’s perfectly content to eat ration packs three meals a day, and the food in the Tipoca City mess was only a few steps above that in quality. He’s also used to eating only enough to give him a few hours’ strength -- sometimes having to make do with even less.

So when the waiter places a sandwich half as big as his head in front of him, he’s more than a little cowed.

Fortunately, you seem to find his surprise charming. “Never had a bantha burger before?”

He lifts the topmost bun and examines the contents. Vividly-colored sauces, at least three kinds of fresh vegetables, and a thick patty of bantha beef, seared and dripping with juices.

His stomach growls like a territorial nexu. Very rarely does it do that.

“...Excuse me if I make a mess,” he says.

“Likewise,” you say, picking up your own sandwich. “I always need a pile of napkins when I come here.”

The sandwich crunches and squelches as you bite into it. Juice runs down your chin, and your lips glisten with fat. Setting it back down, you take a napkin and swipe it along your mouth. It’s a wonder how that lipstick is staying on.

You let out a contented hum as you swallow. “Stars, I’ve been craving one of these all week,” you say.

He takes a deep breath. Carefully, he picks the sandwich up and takes a bite.

Soft bread. Crispy greens. Tangy sauce. Sour pickles. Fatty, juicy meat. It overwhelms his palate. As he chews, it all blends together into a melodious symphony of texture and flavor.

He swallows and has to take a moment to compose himself. He notices you staring, brows raised and your lips pursed.

“Told you it was good,” you say.

His cheeks burn. He swipes a napkin across his mouth. “I am very unused to this type of meal,” he says. “My apologies.”

“I refuse to accept them,” you say. You slide over the little paper tray of unsnips, sliced into matchsticks and fried golden brown, and a little cup of sauce. “Try this next. Dip it in the pink stuff.”

He does so. It’s fatty and starchy and salty and the sauce is the same tangy stuff as what was in the sandwich. He’s picked up a second one before he’s even conscious of it.

You giggle as you pick one up for yourself. “I like dunking mine in my milkshake,” you say as you dip it into your drink. “The milk cuts the... the greasy feeling a bit.”

“Unctuous,” he says. You raise a brow. “The technical term for something being oily.”

You glance at the unsnip, then purse your lips and nod your head. “It cuts the unctuous feeling,” you say with a wiggle of your head.

His stomach flips. His heart beats faster. Say something. Anything. “Fat is one of the flavors a Humanoid tongue can detect, in addition to the more well-known sweet and salty.”

You take an unsnip and dip it into your teaberry milkshake, then place it in your mouth. “It’s sweet, salty, sour, bitter, and savory, right?”

“Correct. And you did not include spice, which is also correct.”

You smile and wave your hand. “I paid attention in bio,” you say. “It’s pain receptors, not taste buds.”

He nods. “Mint produces a similar effect, albeit in the opposite direction.”

“Now that I didn’t know.” You rest your hand on your chin and smile at him. “Tell me more, professor.”

His heart jumps into his throat and he almost chokes on the unsnip he was swallowing. He’s unused to such curiosity being directed at him. And especially not by such a pretty woman.

It feels fantastic.

His mind races. He could tell you more about taste -- the stinger of a Yalbec queen tastes like browned sage butter, allegedly. Or how bitterness is a common characteristic of compounds poisonous to Humanoids, hence why it’s not a popular flavor -- and why Humanoids don’t typically find Toydarian cuisine appetizing. Or maybe you’d like to hear about the anesthetic qualities of capsaicin, something Wrecker found out the hard way when he accidentally got a mouthful of bacta.

You’d likely find that amusing. He reaches up to adjust his goggles...

...and smears grease all over the lens. Damn.

You wince. "Oops. Need a napkin?"

He sighs, inwardly cursing himself. Idiot. "Please," he says. He pulls them from his head, smearing everything around.

You hand him a napkin and he gets to scrubbing. He has to hold them close to his face to see his progress. It only really seems to smear things around, but it slowly begins to improve.

"Astigmatism?" you ask. "Or just blind as an ashbat?"

"One begets the other." He huffs. "Would you hand me another napkin?"

"I'll go grab some more," you say, standing up. But before you depart, you lean down to peer at him. "Huh."

He raises a brow at you. "What?"

"Nothing, just..." You pause. "Not used to seeing you without them."

"Do they affect my appearance that much?" he asks.

You shrug. "I mean, you look good either way," you say as you turn away.

Heat rises in his cheeks. He looks up to respond, but you’re already walking away. 

He can barely see, but what he can see, he likes. You’re on the softer side and carry most of your weight in your hips, giving them a gentle plumpness. He’s noticed it before, but perhaps the blue jeans accentuate your figure just so.

Something... base pools in his groin. He wants to grab it and touch it and squeeze it. Your thighs, too. Oh, and your breasts...

He swallows and shakes his head. Dangerous thoughts. He returns his attention to his goggles.

As he looks up, he’s met with a concerning sight.

A burly figure is following you back to the booth. He can't see your face, but your crossed arms and stiff posture betray your agitation. You don’t look scared, but you grow tenser with each word he says.

“...I still got some of your modeling stuff,” the man says as you slide into your seat. “I could drop it off sometime.”

“Keep it,” you say tersely. You place the napkins on the table and Tech takes one.

He ignores Tech. “You spent so much on that plastoid, though.” He goes to touch one of your braids, but you push his hand away. “Be a shame for it to go to waste.”

“I’m not telling you where I live,” you snap. You turn to face him, brows furrowed into a glare. “Now put an egg in your shoe and beat it. I'm on a date.”

The man's body language shifts. He straightens up, his jaw setting. His shoulders tense as he turns to Tech.

Tech places his goggles back on his head and everything becomes clear. You scowl and roll your eyes as the man -- a Zabrak, it seems -- looks Tech up and down with a raised brow.

Finally, he sneers. “You got terrible taste in men,” he says to you.

“Yeah, well, I dated you, so I already knew that,” you say curtly. You punctuate the insult with a sip of your milkshake.

So this is that ex partner of yours Phthalo mentioned. Dyer, he recalls. Wonderful.

Dyer tenses again. He balls his fist. “Seriously, you dump me because you want someone more stylish, and then turn around and take this guy out?"

You hit the table with your fist and jump to your feet, jamming your finger into Dyer’s chest. "I dumped you because you slapped me for being 'mouthy,'" you spit.

Tech isn't prone to strong emotions, but the disgust rising in his throat is impossible to ignore.

"An expected response from someone of his personality," he says. "Good idea to terminate the relationship."

Dyer snaps his head back towards him. "'Scuse me?"

He adjusts his goggles as he stands. "Based on your proclivity to violence and attempt to insult me, I can only conclude that you are insecure in your masculinity."

Dyer gives him a stare that is equally bemused and icy. "...what?"

"Your behavior is typical for an insecure male. Perhaps you’re compensating for something.”

You make a snrrk noise and clap your hand over your mouth in an attempt to not laugh. The fact you’re not scared brings him some relief.

Dyer doesn’t say a word, rage simmering behind his eyes. Without breaking eye contact, he snatches your milkshake from your hand, removes the cover, and splashes it onto Tech’s shirt.

And now, along with disgust, there’s ire rising in his throat. Sour, petty ire.

“What the hell?!” you shriek. You grab his arm and, this time, you don’t pause to appreciate the musculature. “C’mon, we don’t have to take this--”

He waves you off. “I appreciate it, but I can handle myself.” He crosses his arms. “He is not a threat to me.”

Dyer scoffs. He steps closer to Tech, enough that their chests touch. “You wanna make a bet on that?”

Tech takes a step back. Dyer follows. “If you’re looking for a fight, look elsewhere. I have no desire to injure you.”

With his thumb, Dyer cracks his knuckles. “Yeah, but I do.”

He takes another step. Again, Dyer follows. “As I stated previously, you are clearly attempting to compensate for something. An undersized phallus, perhaps.”

A number of things happen at once. Dyer swings. Tech ducks to the side. Grabbing his arm, he uses the other man’s momentum to swing him to the side, sending him careening into an occupied table. It collapses beneath him, and a shower of sandwiches and milkshakes rain upon his head.

Satisfied, he turns his attention back to you. “My apologies for that.”

“Meh. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes,” you say with a wave of your hand. You look at the waiter who has just emerged from the kitchen. “Can we get a doggie bag over here?”

---

Showers are nice. Hot showers are even better. Private hot showers in a crystal clean ‘fresher with Nubian Sunrise-scented soaps and fluffy purple towels are a luxury that Tech has never experienced.

He wishes he hadn’t. Nothing will ever be as good as this.

You'd insisted that he return with you to your apartment so you could wash his clothes and get him clean. Dyer's your ex and you feel the need to take some responsibility.

“My building’s got a laundry room anyways, so it’s no big deal,” you’d said. “So hop in the shower before you get sticky. Toss your clothes out the door and I’ll grab ‘em.”

He goes as quickly as he can, but even then he worries that he’s taken too long. He sees no change of clothes, so he settles for wrapping the towel around his waist.

He calls your name as he exits the ‘fresher, but you’re nowhere to be seen. Not on your bed, nor on your sofa, nor at your drafting table. You live in a studio, so it’s not like there’s anywhere else you could be hiding.

Time for reconnaissance. Or, as Echo would call it, incessant snooping.

He’s subtle about it. He only looks closely at things that aren’t already hidden, and he doesn’t move anything around in any drawers or cabinets.

He gleans a few insights about you. A holopic on your desk depicts you in a graduation cap, standing between a pair of older men and a pair of older women, all beaming. Your parents and grandparents, most likely. Phthalo likely took the picture, given his absence.

You have an impressive collection of sound slugs of all varieties. Quenk jazz, glimmik, even a compilation of Mon Calamari ballet suites. But most of them are knuff records -- the sleeve of the slug currently in your player is Too Much Is Never E’knuffadelic by a group called, fittingly, Knuffadelic.

But most intriguing are the little model ships everywhere.  There’s a Venator sitting on top of your refrigerator and a little corvette on top of your stereo, amongst other ships and places. On your caf table even appears to be a very familiar Omicron-class attack shuttle, complete with modifications. The craftsmanship is careful and particular, and the only thing it needs is a coat of paint.

He’s making a note to himself to check the type of paint they used on the Marauder when the door opens. He hears the clop of your sandals before he sees you. “Sorry that took so long,” you shout. “The washing machine ate my creds, so I had to call the super to get it fixed.”

You go quiet, and he looks up at you. Your eyes are huge and your mouth dropped open. Your gaze wanders all over his body. Of particular interest seems to be, once again, his arms.

“Welcome back,” he says simply. He points to the mini Marauder. “Did you make this?”

“I-- gyeh-- yes,” you say without taking your eyes off of his arms.

"The craftsmanship is remarkable. I look forward to seeing it finished." He pauses. "I must say, your preoccupation with my biceps is fascinating.”

You sputter a bit before finding your words. "You're just-- You’ve always got all that armor on and--” You take a deep breath. “I had no idea you were so... toned."

Huh. Interesting. He's always considered himself leaner than his brothers, but that may just be the fact that everyone looks small next to Wrecker. He gives his arm a bend, watching the muscle flex. "I suppose I am."

Your eyes continue sweeping him. "...You got nice shoulders, too. And pecs. And abs. You're just..." Your gaze creeps back up to meet his own. “Can I... touch you?”

He's not sure what starts the smolder in his belly. It might be the fire in your eyes, or your teeth biting your lip, or the way you run the pad of your thumb along your fingernails.

But he likes it. He likes it a lot.

“You may,” he says quietly.

Your breath catches. He worries you might sputter again, but you don’t. Stepping close, you lay your palms on his collarbone. Your hands are warm and soft, and the way you slide your fingertips along his skin makes him shiver.

The smolder catches fire, filling his chest with smoke and his groin with heat. He fights to keep his breathing even and, to keep his cock from springing upwards, grips the towel around his waist tightly.

You step closer, your breasts just barely touching his chest, as you move your touch down to his pectorals. You linger on the scars there, pale and puckered. He remembers every one: shrapnel from a grenade on Ando. A sniper round meant for Hunter on Yephus. Electric shock from a zap skate on Mon Cala.

Unfortunately, you stop on the one he’s actually embarrassed by. He cuts you off before you can ask the question. “Accidentally stabbed myself during a training exercise,” he says. “Not my finest moment.”

You giggle, scrunching your eyes into little half-moons. “And here I was starting to think that you were perfect.”

His cock twitches. Hard. A breathy grunt escapes him as it pokes your thighs.

Based on the way your brows rise, you noticed. Your cheeks darken as you glance down, chest falling and rising faster than before.

You trail your fingers downwards, tracing the valley between his abdominal muscles. Thank the Maker he's not ticklish.

You stop at the edge of the towel. Your gaze flickers up to his, an unspoken question on your lips.

He's used to being naked in front of other people. But the prospect of suddenly being exposed to you gives him pause. The self doubt starts up again. What if you don't like it? What if he doesn't measure up? What if--?

He releases the towel before he can talk himself out of it.

He's not fully hard. But he's getting there. Freed from its constraint, his cock bobs and twitches. The smooth head shines in the light.

You suck in a breath. Your tongue darts out to lick your lips. He knows what you're feeling, but a combination of ego and insecurity makes him ask.

"Am I... adequate?" he rasps.

Your answer comes in the form of grabbing his cock at the base and pumping. He covers his mouth with his hand in an attempt to stifle a groan. He fails.

You freeze and release him. "I'm sorry," you say quickly. "I'll stop."

He speaks with a voice that isn't his, hoarse and husky and full of desperation. "Don't. Please."

You stare at him, breathing heavily. "What do you want me to do?" you whisper.

He swallows. "Whatever you like."

It's like flipping a switch. Your unease evaporates and you push him backwards until he hits your sofa. His hands go to your waist as you straddle him, your mouth pressing against his.

This kiss isn’t like the first one he'd shared with you. That one was innocent and misty as a Nabooian spring morning. But this one... This one is the height of a rainy summer noontime. Hot. Steamy. Desperate.

His tongue dances with yours, first this way and then that. You lay your hands on his jaw as you give his lips a nip. Grinding into his lap, you press your plush pelvis against his hard cock.

“I want you,” you whisper. “I really, really want you.”

Sweet stars, he wants you to. He tries to tell you as much, but all that comes out is a tight groan.

You grab the hem of your blouse, yanking it up over your head. You’re not particularly buxom, but your breasts are soft and round as they fill your brassiere, and they jiggle as you toss the blouse to the floor.

Every movement sends a slight ripple through them. Hypnotized, he reaches up to touch them. They fill his hands wonderfully, and they give when he squeezes.

You let out a sweet coo as he kneads them. “Like what you see?” you breathe. He nods, too dumbstruck to speak. “Wanna see the rest?”

No need to ask twice. He reaches behind you to unlatch the hooks and the fabric falls away, revealing two dark areolas with stiffened peaks.

As if his cock couldn’t get any harder. One could cut ur-diamonds with it now.

Wrapping his arms around you, he bucks up into you with a groan. He’s barely able to resist the urge to shove his face between your breasts. He can’t imagine his goggles would feel good pressing into you like that.

...and then you grab the back of his head and shove him in there anyways.

Warm. Soft. Smells nice. Even better than he expected. His cock leaks against you, dampening your pants.

He tries to apologize, but you put a finger to his lips before you shimmy your blue jeans off. He’s expecting to see underwear, but you either aren’t wearing any or managed to get them off with your pants. He doesn’t know and doesn’t care to know because right now he’s looking at your pussy.

He knows what humanoid female anatomy looks like. But somehow the real thing is even better than the textbooks, the pictures, the holos he watches when no one else is around.

You keep yourself untrimmed and unruly, but the outline of your slit is visible. You reach down to part your lower lips and he catches a glimpse of the flushed flesh between.

He wastes no time. He holds his cock steady while you lower yourself onto it.

Tech has never had sex. He's not embarrassed by it. It is what it is. There was no time or opportunity for interpersonal relationships, and he's not one for a fling.

He assumed it was just a step up from masturbating. Stimulation leading to orgasm. 

He was wrong. It's a feast for the senses.

Your pussy is hot and wet, making obscene noises as you bounce up and down. With a flex of your muscles, you clench him tight, enveloping his cock in smooth, warm heat. 

"Holy Maker, finally," you moan.

The sheer implication of that phrase makes him groan. He's unused to being desired. Grabbing your soft hips, he guides you up and down his cock.

Bracing one hand against the back of the sofa, you dip the other between your curls. You rub as he thrusts, making noises like a tooka.

In out, up and down. The cool air as you rise and the wet heat as you fall. The bounce of your breasts and the roll of your hips.

He never wants to leave this moment. Buried deep inside of you, your eyes closed in bliss and your lips pursed in pleasure.

Head falling back, he moans your name, long and loud. You return the compliment, pressing your mouth to his ear and drawing one syllable into two.

His chest heats up. His cock tightens. He thinks he might faint. “G-Gonna...”

You pull away to rest your forehead on his, looking into his eyes. Your pupils reduce your irises to thin rings. “Hold on,” you huff. “Almost...”

He bites the inside of his cheek until he feels your pussy pulse. You let out a whine and he can't hold it anymore. He whimpers your name, sounding absolutely pathetic.

“Please,” he rasps.

You grab him by the hair and jerk his head away to kiss him. The panting has left your mouth cool and dry, and the sudden contrast is enough to send him toppling over the edge.

He comes with a sputtering groan, his hips bucking upwards. Sparks flash behind his eyes and he shoves his face in the junction of your neck and shoulder. You smell like musk and fresh sweat.

Heaven, in other words.

The moment passes all too quickly. The adrenalin fades and his body goes limp. He slumps backwards, panting.

You collapse to the side, sliding off of his cock with a wet shlick. You lift his arm and drape it over you, resting your head on his shoulder.

He lays his head against yours, his mind pleasantly fuzzy. Thoughts drift in and out -- mostly of you. He wonders if you enjoyed it.

He understands now why it's called an afterglow.

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Once his clothes are clean, you accompany him back to the Marauder. Wrecker appears to be teaching Omega something ship-related, as she is sitting atop his shoulders to examine a fusebox. Hunter and Echo look on, mildly concerned but not enough to interfere.

Hunter turns as soon as your footsteps start echoing on the walls. He breaks into a grin. "Lovebirds are here," he calls.

Omega gasps and jumps from Wrecker's shoulders, landing in a way that had to have hurt her ankles. She speeds up to you nonetheless.

"How'd it go?" she asks. "Where'd you go? What'd you do? How--?"

You return the smile. "It was great," you say. You lay your head against his arm. "We got food and then he beat a guy up for me."

Tech scoffs. "I did not. He ran at me and I used his momentum against him."

You shrug. "Regardless, it was appreciated," you say. "I have work in the morning, so I gotta get going."

Omega's face falls. "Will you be around tomorrow?"

He adjusts his goggles. "That depends on if Cid has any tasks for us--"

Wrecker cuts in. "'Course she can come 'round," he says firmly. "It's not like it always takes all day."

Tech shoots him a look. "No, but accounting for hyperspace time dilation, we often return at odd hours."

You wave your hand. "I'll make time. Just give me a comm when you're free." you say. You take his arm and pull him down, placing a light kiss on his cheek.

It catches him by surprise, and he lets out a slight gasp. He sincerely hopes no one else heard it.

Against his cheek, you murmur something in your native tongue before pulling away. You ruffle Omega's hair and wave to his brothers before departing.

As he watches you walk away, an unfamiliar feeling sets in. It fills his head and pushes against his eyes, making his cheeks warm. It's not sorrow. He has no desire to cry, but... He wishes you could stay a bit longer. Play some of that knuff music and talk about starships while you 'hang out,' as Phthalo would put it.

You round the corner out of sight and he misses you already. Tomorrow can't come soon enough.

Inhaling deeply, he turns away to find everyone looking at him. Hunter with a smirk, Echo with a slight smile, Wrecker with a broad grin, and Omega beaming so wide that her eyes are nearly closed.

Tech glances between all of them. "Is something amusing?"

Echo shakes his head. "Didn't think it was possible for you to look cute." 

Wrecker punches Tech's shoulder and, as per usual, nearly knocks him over. "Lucky you, gettin' a girl so pretty."

"So what was it like?" Omega asks. "Where'd you go? Tell me everything!"

Hunter cuts in. "Hey, let him get settled. He's had a big day. Fix up that fusebox and then ask questions."

Wrecker and Omega try to protest, but one look from Hunter and they slumps. They slink away, back to their task.

Once they're out of earshot, Hunter sidles up to him. "Hop in the shower after you get on board," he murmurs. Tech raises a brow at him, wondering if he can smell your sweat on him. "You smell like shampoo and it's giving me a headache."

Tech blinks in relief. "Of course. My apologies."

He turns away, only for Hunter to speak up again. "Congratulations on getting laid, too."

Tech's cheeks burn.

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Thank you for reading! Special thanks to my bf for proofreading.

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[helluvaoutlaw]

Can't believe I'm doing this...

*sighs* Alright, let's get this over with...

Listen' up, ya vermins: name's Striker, professional assassin for hire, and the only goddamn reason I'm on this "Tumblr" shit is because someone is paying me REALLY good cash just to answer your dumb questions. I have no idea why anyone would even think about asking me questions, but I never said no to easy money, I ain't starting now.

That said, know that I'm in a safe, secret location and work's been kinda slow, otherwise I assure you that I wouldn't waste any of my precious time with this whole bullshit, risking to be found.

So don't even TRY and ask me where I am. I'm a wanted man, and for a good goddamn reason.

Also, I got the right to ignore any question that I don't like, 'cause I'm being paid regardless.

So c'mon, don't be shy...I won't bite.

Maybe.

(((Hello and welcome to this ask blog! Just a few things you should know before starting to interrogate our favorite snake outlaw:

Aside from his typical cocky, arrogant, asshole-like demeanor, this Striker he's also cool headed, focused and quite flirty. He's not sex repulsed or anything like that, but he's not a whore either. So be warned: he's a damn good looking sonuvabitch and he knows that, so he may tease you.

Since we know nothing about his past and general history, I decided to add a few headcanons of my own, things he may have done or said, things he likes, people he may have met, all the while keeping his attitude and behavior as canon as possible.

With your questions, you will have the chance to slowly know him a little better, and maybe actually make him open up a bit (but I wouldn't get my hopes too high, folks).

Please know that I have a job, so I may not be able to immediately reply to your question, but I'll do it as soon as possible, that's for sure.

After all, this is all for fun. Enjoy!)))

#helluva boss #striker #helluva striker #ask blog #helluva outlaw #welcome! #have fun

[axailslink]

I hope you’re doing well first off! :) I had an idea for a fic where Jamie goes to this like cafe/club (idk) where she always watches the one particular singer perform(the reader). Kinda like a routine for her and she works up the courage to actually talk to the reader. Leading it to the reader encouraging Jamie to go against the odds and make her future better. Idk if this makes sense 😅

She's a need not a want

Jamie Harrison x poc FEM reader

A/n: I really took part of this and ran with it let's just Jamie is inspired alright. It's a little slow coming but trust this shit gets interesting.

Summary: Jamie takes a liking to you; a singer with daddy issues but an even bigger heart

Wow she's amazing she never fails to truly amaze me the way she belts her notes and sings from emotion and the heart. It's so eye catching I admire her truly she's such an amazing performer Y/n Y/l/n. You sit down and drink from your water bottle you never drank alcohol she noticed that the third time she saw you here. Jamie tries to act cool as you glance at her but she's doing a pretty shit job she's constantly fidgeting and looking around until finally she musters up the confidence to say a few words to you "I love when you perform...I admire you" you glance at her and smile "thank you but I wouldn't call what I do here performing. Do you perform?" She doesn't know how to answer your question it sounds like a bit of a trick question to her "I have performed just not like you do... I'm Jamie" you nod "I'm Y/n and I'd like to take this conversation elsewhere if that's fine with you?" You nod "good" you grab her hand and leave the cafe leading her to your car she opens the back door and you both get in "Sammy take us to my house" Jamie is a bit confused "someone drives you around?" You nod "not of my choice that just comes with being born of money. I like performing down there no one knows me or my status. You just thought I was some amazing singer which I am but now I want to help you become an amazing performer. Do you only sing?" Jamie shrugs "I can play the guitar a bit" your eyes brighten as you grab her hand "acoustic or electric?" "Acoustic."

You can see the hope in Jamie's eyes to be someone better and you want to give her that chance "I'm leaving next month I hope that what I'm about to do will convince you to leave with me." Jamie blinks for a moment "leave with you?" You nod "yes I need an acoustic guitar player you play acoustic guitar and you say you can sing. This is a shot for you don't say no without experiencing it first." She smiles at you.

When you arrive at your house you guide her in "I promise I'm not as boujee as this house my father just wouldn't settle for anything less." When Jamie walks in behind you she's stunned by the beauty of the place while you're quite annoyed. You grab her hand and lead her to your guitar hall "take your pick" one of the guitars stands out to her she gently lets her hand trace it. "You know what they say...you never forget your first" she looks back at you "that was my first guitar I picked it myself go ahead grab her but be gentle that one holds a lot of memory. Jamie spends most of the night getting used to her new guitar you help her by showing her where to put her fingers and singing along as she plays. This is where you realize this may have been a mistake you can see it happening before your eyes you're falling for her... For her smile. For her mannerisms. Fuck.

"It's a little late maybe I should drive you home?" Jamie looks at the guitar then you "I'll leave her here" you shake your head "no keep her she likes being held" you grab the guitar and place it in her hands you watch as her hands grip the guitar "I can't you grew up here your things are safe mine are not." You know this is a dumb idea before it comes out of your mouth "then stay here" she looks around as if you're speaking to someone else in the house. "I really enjoy your company and so does she." She shakes her head immediately "no I couldn't ask you to do that" you grab her hands as she gives you this unreadable look as you pull her off the couch "it's fine" her eyes are big as they look at you. You should be happy that she's filled with so much passion for music but something else keeps rising in the back of your mind. You lead her to your bedroom "this is my bedroom this is where I'll be in case you need me I'm going to take you to the guest bedroom" you lead her down the large hall covered in pictures of your family and you. You didn't have a big family it was just you and your father.

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You are surprised when you wake up to the smell of food you don't have maids that's just simply against your beliefs and Jamie probably doesn't even know how to work the oven. You glance at your semi naked body. The only thing covering you is a black loose fitted crop top and the tiniest black underwear you own you groan as you walk downstairs automatically knowing the intruder. Your father. "Daddy what are you doing here?" "Ah baby girl I just came to visit" you can hear the immense fake tone as he speaks "would you mind introducing me to your friend?" Jamie eyes take a long scan over your body but you act as if you don't notice maybe if you didn't notice you would act as if you didn't enjoy it. "Yes I do mind actually you're in my house while I'm sleeping I don't enjoy that." He nods and walks out of the kitchen to the living room into which you follow.

"So is that your new toy?" You shake your head "no I believe in her she has an amazing voice and she's banging on the guitar" he notices the way you talk about her and how your body language changes how you immediately relax. "Is she also banging in the bedroom?" You shake your head in disbelief "just because you fucked one of your guitarists doesn't mean I'm fucking mine! I believe in her I see true talent I can give her everything she needs." Your father nods and pulls out his wallet "could you now? Have you realized maybe that's why she's here? Money? Fame? You're so caught in this girls web you haven't seen the news about you two. You truly are just like me." You look him up and down in disgust "I am noth-" "yes you are because just like me you're letting attractiveness to some dirt poor wannabe get you dist-"

Jamie watches from the side and you can't just let him talk about her like that maybe he was right maybe you were attracted to her but you weren't going to do what he did. "You have five minutes to leave or I'll give the news websites the truth on why my rockstar of a father is really a single man with a twenty year old daughter." He grabs his ID and drivers license from his wallet before he throws it at Jamie's feet "there's money in there maybe you'll leave" she looks at the wallet then him. "You're disgusting" she mumbles as she glances at the wallet then him he grabs you and pushes you into her. Her hands immediately wrap around your waist as she stills you "and so is she" you breathe in deeply as you pat her shoulder "I'm truly sorry" Jamie doesn't think you have anything to be sorry for but as soon as you reach underneath your couch and grab your shotgun she nods "get out of my house and leave MY guitarist the hell alone." She smiles to herself when you say MY guitarist she can't lie it makes her feel like some pre teen with a crush. He does as asked slowly retreating towards the door when he's gone you sit against the door and sigh. "I didn't mean for that to happen I'm so sorry I put you in this position" Jamie shakes her head "no he seems like an ass do you really see something in me?" You nod "yeah a bit I believe you could be amazing." She smiles.

"I believe you can be amazing but I have to be honest I do find myself attracted to you but I won't let that distract me from trying to help become somebody." She grabs your face and kisses you the shotgun gently lays at your side as you return the kiss hands finding their way to her loose fitted shirt. "I want you to be somebody I can't do this..." You pull away "I won't ruin your chances" you get up and shake your head "no I won't" she follows you and she's making it really hard "Jamie stop please"

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Jamie encountered so much this morning so Jamie did what she knew how to do she wrote about it as if it were a song. Actually she wrote many songs that morning in the guest room some filled with the hatred she shared with your father and others filled with the lust and want she has for you.

You only go to her room... Correction the guest room to give her some clothes and neither of you share words only gazing looks which only fuels the ink in her pen as she writes.

Her first original song is titled "She's a need not a want" and when you find it her and the guitar you gifted are gone. You don't bother following her instead you took the day to catch up on the news about yourself and you're not shocked to see just how wrong some people could be. Headlines boomed at you each title catching you off guard "Y/n and her new play thing" "Y/n seen with her new inspiration!" (Of course they'd embed one of you well known songs into the title fucking armatures. While all the titles were outrageous to you one stands out "Y/n caught in the act" The other sights were linked with a photo of you grabbing Jamie's hand and leading her to your car but this was new. The sight is fresh like hours fresh you click it out of curiosity and jump when a picture of you and Jamie kissing in front of your door is the first thing to pop up. "No no no fuck no" you grab your keys as you driver has already been dismissed for home.

It completely glosses over your mind that someone had to be outside your house to get that picture as you drive to the cafe.

A/n: well if y'all enjoyed this there's definitely going to be a part 2 hopefully. Also this is very unedited 😅 but like give me a break I'm trying to catch up on requests.

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[melanieph321]

Antony x Reader - Live Without Me (Part 2)

Request 1:   could you do an anthony with a friends with benefits situation? and it's actually him that falls for reader.  

Request 2:   hey, please could you write an antony where he's got a kid with the reader but they've broken up, and he keeps trying to win her back??  

I recived these two request at about the same time. I was so excited. I'm making this into a four part story. I hope you'll like it! ⭐️

Enjoy!

Your life was good.

Four years later and your son was able to walk, talk and think on his own. He was like an atomic bomb in the small apartment that you lived in. He was always running around chasing his own tail. And you, you were good too. The job interview you went to went well. Now you awaited a call from them to tell you that they wanted you. It was a full time job that would allow more security in your life than the way you and your son Lorenzo lived now, relaying on Antony to pay half of your fees.

"Pãi!"

To your son Antony was his hero. And although you admired Antony's consistent weekly visits to see him, his influence on Lorenzo had to stop.

"Zozo!"

He rung the door bell and Lorenzo had rushed past you to open it. How many times had you told him not to do that. What if a stranger would've been at the door? Not many people came to visit you though. Your parents left you to drown after you had Lorenzo, not even bothering to send their grandchild a birthday card every year. And your friends were gone too, gone to university, living a life you never would.

"Y/N, how are you?" Antony entered the apartment with Lorenzo in his arms, the two of them were inseprable.

"Antony." You sighed. "I've told you to call before coming over."

"Sorry." He put down Lorenzo, noticing the slight irritation in your voice. He was set free to roam the apartment again, leaving you and Antony alone in the kitchen.

"I got you this." He said and started digging through his back pocket.

You knew it would be a bundle of money before he even pulled it out. It was Friday and if he had done his job Friday would be pay day for Antony.

"Here, take it." He said, stretching you the bundle of dollar bills.

"I won't be needing it  soon." You said. "I've got a job...or I think they'll call me back. The interview went well."

"That's great." Antony said, placing the bundle of money on the kitchen counter. "I still want to pay my share tho." He said.

Somewhere in the background Lorenzo was heard crashing his toy car into somthing.

You nodded understandingly. "Then maybe you should get a job too."

Antony frowned. "I have a job "

You snorted. "Street fighting is not a job Antony, it's easy money."

The bruises on his face had yet to heal. Antony tried to cover them up for Lorenzo not to see, but sometimes they would be so bad that he could barely hold your son without groaning in pain.

"Well easy money pays the bills doesn't it?"

"You could get hurt." You muttered. "Or worse."

His face, there was a cut in his eyebrow.

"Sit." You said.

Antony did what he was told, taking a seat in a kitchen chair.

You poured some ointment to a cloth and step up to where he sat. He tilted his head allowing you to dab the cloth against his wound.

"Easy." He hissed. The ointment stinged.

"I don't need you to be out there fighting people for money Antony." You cleaned his wound. "I need you to be here for Lorenzo."

"And you?"

You paused.

Antony's gaze was narrow. "I'm not just here for him. I'm also here for you."

"Antony." You sighed. Deep down you would always feel somthing for him but you doubted that it was love. You had been young and dumb during the time the two of you started seeing each other. Antony had been an unexpected thrill in your boring life. But he helped change the course of your future forever and a part of you still resented him for it.

"I think you should go." You said, folding the cloth in your hands.

Antony shook his head but stood. "I'll tell him goodnight and then I'll go."

You nodded. "Okay."

He turned back to you, stopping in the the doorframe. "Y/N?"

"Yes?"

"You're gonna get that job, don't worry."

You smiled "I won't, thank you Antony. "

He left after kissing Lorenzo goodnight.

#fanfiction #manchester utd #manchester united #antony #antony santos #footballer imagine #football imagine #footballer x reader #football angst #football x reader

[like-rain-or-confetti]

Top 5 crushing on another Villain henchperson. 

Villain sent them on some dangerous mission and they came back looking like a wreck. Villain says since they're here he has another job for them Crush just says 

"The last month's were the worst time of my life and I didn't even get paid for it! Screw this I QUIT!" And just throw their mask to the ground walking away ignoring the Villain.

I quit!

The Riddler: Okay, not great. He can't actually stop you because he's talking to you through a screen. After your outburst you stormed off. "Don't-!" What could he threaten you with to come back!? "Don't make me come down there!" He snapped. You ignored him. He fumbled for a moment. "That's it! If you walk out if here, I'm taking your WiFi!" That made you stop. He sighed with relief. "Come to the main workshop so I can deal with your infantile dramatics over there." You were met with a rather large bot. His voice rang out through speakers. "Move! You're in my way!" You huffed but stepped back. After the large robot took a few more steps, it seemed to shut down and he came out the back, appearing from behind a leg. "You know, generally when something large is coming towards you, instinct should really tell you to get out of the way!" You rolled your eyes. "I know! I know, but you asked me to come here! If it were me, I'd be out the door by now!" The Riddler thrust a screwdriver into your hands. "Swap this with the wrench- the larger one." The Riddler, scrutinised the back of the robot leg. You sighed loudly before complying. "Now what are you throwing a tantrum about?" He asked. "You! Sending me out for all this pointless shit that nearly gets me killed. You don't pay me and then send me out on more ridiculous shit!? I'm done." "I'm rare in children but considered plenty in adults. I can be given but can be lost just as quickly, what am I?" "You're a pain in the ass." You replied flatly making the Riddler glare at you. "I don't know what the answer is." You added. He dug into his pocket, a large wad of cash in hand. "Patience." He said pointedly. "If you had any, you'd find i have your payment right here and intended to give you it today." He said dryly. He sighed. "Now, I'll give you this if you watch your attitude. Keep it up and maybe I'll send someone else on the next job." "Or you can give me it now, because its what you owe me and then I can leave because I quit." You replied and he chuckled. "Sure, you do, pet. Sure, you do." You took the payment but mumbled under your breath. Both you and the Riddler knew you wouldn't be quitting any time soon. He paid you good money and you like him more than you'd like to admit. Psst the feeling is mutual but I didn't tell you that. "Now if you insist in making your self known then do me another favour and bring me a hammer. Then you're atleast useful as you whine. You sighed dramatically. "Yes, your highness!" You said loudly.

Scarecrow: He watched as you stormed off, taking a left turn. "Wrong way, (Y/N)!" He called. "The door is on the right!" A second later you stormed past the door, this time heading right instead of left. He rolled his eyes. So very dramatic of you. As usual. However he did go after you. He took a short cut and got to the door before you did. He leaned against it. You huffed. "Excuse me." "Don't sulk." He quipped a smile. "What do you want?" He asked. "Well a payment would be nice." You began. "But we can start when you with opening the door." "Hey now...don't get so upset." Jonathan said softly. "Payments have been delayed. You get paid when I get paid. That's likely on Tuesday." He crossed his arms. "If you're that fed up with the work then I can give you something else but I'm putting my back out for you. I expect you to do the same." The statement left little for argument. However the fact that he would even offer an alternative was bizarre. He didn't do compromise. What was this? Did he like you or something? Was this a trap? "I'm not going to be the next experiment, am I?" You asked and he chuckled. "No. I'm fully booked but if you're volunteering, I can keep you in mind?" "No, thank you. I'll...I'd appreciate something else...please." You managed out reluctantly. "Good. You know I wouldn't be able to keep you alive if you quit. Best keep that in mind." He advised sternly.

Two-Face: Who are you talking to? You're lucky he likes you! He'd snap your legs like twigs and make you walk home if you weren't so lucky that he actually likes you. "You gonna do this here?" Harvey deadpanned, warning in his eyes. You continued to rant and rave and before you knew it you are lifted over his shoulder. You'd love to say you could do much beyond try to kick him and beat on his back...but you can't. He had a pretty good grip. He carried you into a room and dropped you onto a couch before darting out the room. You scrambled to chase after him only for the door to shut in your face. Two-Face closed the door and held it shut. "Hey! Let me out you bastard!" You screeched. "Act like a child and I'll treat you like one!" He called back. "This is kidnapping! You're holding me hostage!" "Self defence!" Harvey retorted. "Is it fuck, you have a gun!" You screeched. "Two guns bitch!" Harv' grinned. "Harvey!" You yelled. "When you're out of time out and willing to talk, then we'll talk! Until then..." Harvey yelled out. "Someone tell me when it's been three minutes!" "I'm not a three year old!" You shot back. "Could have fooled me with that attitude, gorgeous!" Three minutes passed. "Are you ready to talk now? Talk...not scream." Harvey called through the door. "I'm still quitting!" You shot back. "No, you're not. We like you too much. Decent help is hard to come by in Gotham, the world would have to pry you from our cold dead hands." "I can wiggle and I'm pissed at you!" You called back. "Oh give a man a chance, gorgeous! I'm sure we can work something out!" Harvey replied. There was a pause. "You get one minute, boss! Thirty seconds extra because I like you!" "But you do admit I'm still your boss?" Harvey smirked. "Damn it!" You snapped and he chuckled. "Prepared to be convinced, gorgeous. I only need twenty seconds to give you a concrete argument."

Black Mask: Who the ✨️fuck✨️ do you think you're talking to? You bet he's storming after you. The second he catches up to you, he had you by the arm and swings you into the nearest room. He slammed the door behind him. You could have sworn the room shook at the impact. He backed you against the wall, his fist balled by your head as he leaned on the wall. "Right, what was that all about?" "I'm quitting! Last month was the shittiest month I've ever had and I didn't even get paid for it! Now you want me to do this!? No! I'm done! I'm out." You tried to push him back but he only pressed you back into the wall. "What do you mean I didn't pay you!? Of course, I paid you! I gave it to you before you did it. I gave you extra!" "What!?" You asked quizzically. "I paid you for last month before you had even done it. I put it in with your pay for the month before!" Roman said. You gasped, remembering how last months you gave money back saying he had over paid you to one of his henchmen. What you thought was a mistake was your payment in advance. "Oh..." Realisation dawned on you. "What?" Roman asked. You explained and he sighed. "You fuckin' idiot." He stepped back. "You think I wouldn't notice giving you extra money at the time? I wondered why I had a stack of money left at my desk. You are an absolute idiot. You lost your shit at me and it was your fault anyway? Fuckin' dumbass." You picked up the first thing you saw- a magazine and hit him in the shoulder with it. He looked down at his shoulder. "Did you just hit me with a magazine?" Oh fuck you did. Before you could make an excuse, Roman snatched the magazine from you and hit you on the top of the head with it. It didn't hurt but it did make you gasp in disbelief. "Did-Did you just-!?" "Yes, I did!" Roman retorted. "Now we're even and you're still a fuckin' idiot." "Ummm can I take it all back? Including me quitting?" You gave him a sheepish look. "Doll, we're gonna pretend this never happened on every other occasion than a funny reminder how much of a dumbass you are." Roman did a double take. "Hit me with a fuckin' magazine. You're lucky I like you enough not to make you fuckin' eat it." He huffed.

Mad Hatter: Have you ever heard Jervis' impression of an alarm? A blaring, ear piercing alarm that there's just no ignoring? It's great for alarms in the morning. Most times his payment is probably just tea and...he might do it late just to continue the madness he tends to crave. Anyway enough about Jervis' hidden talent becoming an employed human alarm clock. Turns out he can get spooked easily. Your yelling made him wail, hands over this ears whilst he looked at you like you had grown a second head. It caught up to him what you said. "Wha- did they just say they quit!?" He let out a panicked screech. "No! No! No! No!" He took off running. Repeating the refusal like a chant, quick and in one breath. He was quick to snatch one of his hats that had a built in mind-control device. You heard the sounds of panicked running behind you and you barely had the chance to turn before Jervis put something on your head. "Jervis!" "(Y/N), don't move!" Suddenly you couldn't. After a moment Jervis sighed in relief. After catching a breather be pointed at you. "No quitting! No! No quitting!" He ordered like you were a dog.

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[rmoonstoner]

Lovely Little Sky

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18+

I saw that someone requested this. Then a few others. No one actually asked me specifically, but I wrote it.

Khonshu and Jake x Reader

Summary:

After Khonshu 'released' Marc and Steven, Jake takes over as his Moon Knight, driving a large white limo with the investment money that Steven had made, with Marc's last name on the license plate. 

Please note: I do not speak Spanish, and as such, Jake will be speaking English, but with a Spanish mixed with a Chicago accent. Also, I am going to be lazy, and use US currency. I had some help with @mics59 with some Spanish. Thank you!

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of blood, gore, and death. Reader is a crime scene cleaning and sanitation inspector.

***

"Now that we have served justice, the world is much safer. You understand that this is your burden alone to bear, right Jake? Steven and Marc must never find out." Khonshu remarked as he sat in the back seat facing the window to where Jake was driving. Jake glanced at the rear view mirror, his mouth in a tight line as he slowly nodded in regards to the suited moon God.

"Excellent. Now. We should prepare the manor for when we move those fools out of that shit attic they call a flat. We can set things up so Steven thinks one of his investments or relatives have got him and Marc a new house." Khonshu continued to make plans, all the while Jake sat there in silence. When he was done speaking, Jake piped up.

"The basement is mine, boss." Jake's voice was rough with a deep Chicago accent. He didn't sound like he was bargaining. He sounded like he was making a demand.

"Yes, the basement will be yours. You've got to make sure it's hidden well. That worm is too smart for his own good. He is overly observant, and he'll tell Marc."

"I'll hide it in a broom closet, or a storage cellar. Maybe I'll just label it with 'Groundskeeper storage.' Both of them don't like going through old gardening equipment." Jake nonchalantly remarked as he turned the car down a long street that led to an upper-class residential area.

"I don't care what you do, just keep it a secret from them." The God replied. They drove in silence until they got to the large gated mansion that Jake had procured from Steven's investments.

Once inside the gates, and the car parked, Jake got out and opened the door for Khonshu, not that he really needed to. Khonshu simply nodded and got out, and they made their way into the house.

***

It had been two weeks of Jake constantly waking up the moment Steven and Marc went down for the night. Two weeks of the man going out of his way to prepare the building for his alters arrival. Two weeks of setting up basic furniture for the top two levels to make it appear like the house came fully furnished, complete with its own library for Steven, and a lounge area with a bar for Marc. Two weeks of making the basement completely undetectable to his other two personas.

The only thing left, was to hire a maid of sorts. He didn't want either Steven or Marc to have to worry about the upkeep of the manor. He didn't want to give them any reason to turn down such a prize of a home, just because those two were disorganized and messy.

It was Khonshu's idea to hire a maid. He suggested that whoever was hired, should be beautiful enough to be pleasing to the eye for Steven and Marc, but also be professional enough to be intimidating and almost unapproachable.

He had put an ad out halfway through the second week of his preparations, with clear and specific times to contact him. Only at night, after 11:00pm, and to never call after 5:00am. Of course, several applicants had not listened to the times, and they called Jake's number when he wasn't able to answer it. All of them were discarded for not being able to follow the simplest of instructions. 

Until the very last night of the two weeks.

***

It was about 9:30pm when you got home from a hard day of scrubbing up a gruesome crime scene. You were getting sick and tired of your job, working as a crime scene and sudden death cleaner. Normally you would go days with no work, weeks even, but the last week had been spent cleaning up a local bar after a bunch of drug ring leaders and nightclub patrons had been gunned down. You were so done.

The crime scene had been cleared for the next step, cleaning and sanitation. It was released to you and the crew that you worked with. It took about a week of long shifts and so much overtime, but it was done. The club was ready to be opened once more. The last thing that you did that day was a final inspection of the place, using special tools to see if all the blood and gore had been properly cleaned up. You were the inspector, and you were very thorough and very strict about removing any traces of death.

You were growing tired of working day shifts. The days were hot and muggy, and there were too many people around for your liking. The smells were worse during the day as well. You had been working the same job for the past ten years, and it was now growing boring and confining. You hated all the paperwork. You hated working with most of the police force in this area. At least your coworkers weren't so bad.

But now you were at home, freshly showered and in your summer pajamas. You were sitting at your computer, in front of the squeaky air conditioner. You weren't really planning on quitting, but you somehow wandered onto the employment classified ads. At first you were looking at the free ads, then the pet section, and soon it led to reading through the various jobs posted.

You went through terrible sounding jobs that only offered minimal pay. You saw people asking for house cleaners, but they were requesting ten years of experience for entry level pay. Then there were jobs you could do at night, like security, but again, the same problem of cheap employers kept popping up. It was about an hour of scrolling when you stumbled onto a very plain looking ad.

***

Live in maid and personal meal maker requested to tend to the manor of an eccentric and wealthy man. Absolute quiet from the applicant is required from the hours of 5:00am until 2:00pm, as the client works the night shift. Client is a vegan, and the applicant will only have to make one meal a day for the client. Job is more suited to a night person that doesn't mind being alone in a large house most of the time.

Preferred time for the cleaning aspect of the job to be done, is Monday through Friday, 11:00pm-5:00am. Meals can be made around 6:00pm, and if the client is not around, set aside in the fridge. Applicant will receive full medical and dental benefits. Applicant must be able to uphold complete confidentiality for the client.

Please be advised the home has been outfitted with security cameras in every room except for the bathrooms. The applicant's living quarters will not have cameras inside, but be advised there is a camera on the private deck attached for security reasons.

Smoking and drinking are fine.

Absolutely no visitors are allowed inside the building or the grounds, and any visitors will have to wait outside the gates.

$500/night cash to start, with the possibility of raises with good service.

Please text a photo and resume to Jake Lockley, building manager for inquiries. 11:00pm-4:00am only. If you contact me outside of these hours, your application will be immediately refused.

***

You read that posting over and over. That was more than you were making now, for a lot less work, stress, and responsibility. You would be working for a single man in a large house, so how much of a mess could he make? And only having to make one vegan friendly meal a day for the man didn't seem so bad. You were a vegetarian, so it wouldn't be too hard to cater to this guy's needs. Plus, he could afford the expensiveness of the eating lifestyle that he chose, and it wouldn't cost you anything.

You glanced at the clock and saw it was 10:45pm. You waited around, made yourself a tea, and then came back to see it was only five minutes to 11:00pm. You paced around the room as you typed up your text and waited for the time to pass. Five minutes past eleven, you fired off the text and then went to go sit on your deck with a joint.

***

Ding ding!

Jake was just tossing his duffle bag into the limo as his phone went off. He unhooked it from the charger and looked down to see he had received a text. When he got to his messages, he saw dozens of texts, all asking about the job, but mostly every single one was sent long before 11:00pm. All except one. The most recent that caused him to check his messages in the first place.

There yours was. Received at 11:15pm. He opened that one up, and was pleased to see a photo of a beautiful young woman. She was smiling brightly, but her eyes held a certain sadness to them. Like life wasn't all that wonderful, and he could tell the smile was only there as a formality.

He studied the photo for a bit. He noticed there was a small corner of the badge from your work there. He knew exactly what you did for work and when he opened the resume, it confirmed his suspicions. He grinned wickedly, pleased that you had an extensive work experience history.  What intrigued him the most, was that you did clean up for people who had died, removing any trace of what had happened. He deemed this extremely useful. If things worked out, he might be considering offering you a promotion and a substantial raise sooner than intended. He turned to his car and got into the driver's seat. Khonshu materialized into his spot in the back.

"You're looking quite pleased."

"I've found the perfect housekeeper."

"Oh? Have you now? Let me see." The God replied. Jake turned and showed Khonshu his phone. Khonshu hummed and nodded his approval. 

"So it seems that you have. Call her immediately and have her come to the mansion as soon as possible."

And so Jake did. He called you, and you answered. You were surprised when the call was from the man you just sent a message to. When you picked up the line, a deep and sultry accent hit your ears. He asked you if you could start tonight and have a meet and greet. You agreed, and now you were frantically getting dressed as he told you that he would come to pick you up on his way to the rich guy's manor. He said he could be there in just under ten minutes, and now you were quietly fussing about with your hair and trying to choose some shoes.

Once in a plain black dress, some comfy work pumps, and a light touch of makeup, you darted outside to wait for your potential employer.

A white limo rolled up precisely at the time that was given and the back door popped open, seemingly by itself. You peered inside, seeing no one in the back at all. A gruff clearing of a throat could be heard, and you looked through the small window divider to see only the dark brown eyes of a man with curly black hair tucked into a flat cap.

"Hola. My name is Jake Lockley. Please, get in and sit down. We shall discuss your application." He said, and you got in. You were surprised by his sudden use of Spanish.

Jake explained that he was the chauffeur and groundskeeper to the client, a man named Marc Spector, who sometimes went by the name of Steven Grant. That puzzled you, but the ad did state the client was eccentric. Maybe this rich guy was an author, a singer, or an actor. They all had separate names to distinguish work life from their personal life.

Jake drove you around for the better part of the night. He asked you about your current job, and why you wanted a new one. You said you didn't like working during the day, and that you were more of a night owl, with more energy during the time when less people were out and about. You even said you loved being awake at night, just so you could stare at the night sky to study the constellations and the moon phases. Jake seemed happy with your answers and before you knew it, he was parked at a twenty four hour shopping market.

"Here. Take this. Go inside and get what it says on the list. Mr. Spector and Mr. Grant have specific tastes." He handed you a wad of cash and a shopping list. He was now straight up treating the client like he was two separate people with entirely different tastes. You didn't question it at all, and you took the cash and the list, before venturing into the store.

Fifteen minutes later, you came out with a few bags. Jake had jumped out of his seat, going to take the bags from you as he opened the back door. You sat down as he shut it, then he went to put the bags into the trunk. You barely got a look at his face, as his collar was flipped up. All you could tell was that he had dark eyes, olive skin, and he didn't look very friendly.

Again the car was moving, with Jake being silent as he drove. Soon the car stopped once more, and he leaned out the window to punch in a few numbers on a keypad, before driving up to a very large house. You suspected this was the place you would be working and living in. A lot of the windows were open, and the curtains were moving in the gentle breeze.

"This is their home. They have yet to move in. They have just inherited it from a distant relative that they didn't even know they had. The top floor with the library is Mr. Grant's. The main floor is Mr. Spector's."

"Why do you say it like this guy has multiple personalities?" You asked while half joking. Jake gave you a deathly serious look.

"They have Dissociative Identity Disorder. Mr. Grant is the mild mannered, kind, and polite personality. He's the smart one. Mr. Spector is the rough and tumble, risk taker. He likes to be blunt and a bit crass. You will be able to tell who is fronting by the sound of their accent. Mr. Grant is British, while Mr. Spector is American. I wouldn't worry too much, they sleep a lot during the day, and you'll probably only see them in passing." Jake replied as he went on to tell you about your client. You nodded and he gave you the tour of the entire place, then showed you the area you would get if hired. It was huge, much bigger than your current apartment. You were excited, hoping to get the job.

As luck would have it, Jake hired you on the spot, and he gave you enough time to quit your old job to prepare for this one. It was another two weeks when Jake came rolling up at your door at precisely 11:00pm. All of your things were moved into the suite you were provided with, and he informed you that your clients had just moved in a week ago. They knew you would be starting work today, but Jake claimed they would be gone until quite late, and that you were not to go looking for them. Apparently Steven had gotten a promotion at his work after his boss found out he was rich. Something about him now replacing the bitchy manager that didn't like him.

***

Another week had passed. You found Marc's floor was messy in a classic jock kind of way. His bed was never made, his clothes were strewn about all over the floor. Empty liquor bottles littered nearly every surface, and his fridge was full of junk food. His bathroom wasn't too bad. It wasn't disgusting, but the sink and shower were covered in hair, and the toilet was looking like it needed a good scrubbing. In the living room, he had some old sports trophies, some military memorabilia, and a few basic looking decorations. His lounge area had a display of military equipment over the bar. Jake explained that Marc used to be a soldier for a long time, until his disorder had forced him to be discharged.

But Steven's floor was immaculately clean, but cluttered with weird looking nic nacs and old books. The worst area, was his library and office, with shit cluttering nearly every counter and table. A lot of it was paperwork, and it appeared to you that Steven was indeed the smart one. He had mountains of stuff on ancient Egyptian times. The bathroom was completely clean, and only needed the mirror to be washed. The only things in the rest of his space that needed to be cleaned, were the floors and a light surface cleaning. His fridge was packed with healthy and nutritious food.

The entire week you hadn't seen or heard from this odd individual with two personas. You supposed that was good, because Jake had explained that your employer could switch personalities at the drop of a hat, and sometimes would talk to himself. At least Jake had been decent enough to warn you.

Speaking of Jake, you hadn't seen him either. Sometimes you would catch a glimpse of him just leaving in the white limo from your window. Other times, you would catch him working in the yard.

You spent your free time in your suite, reading a book that Steven had left for you one morning about ancient Egyptian Gods. When you got to the chapter about the moon Gods, a large gust of wind blew through your room. Your curtains flew about, and you shivered at how cold the air suddenly was.

Just as you were about to get up to close the window, the wind suddenly died down. You shrugged, just happy the air wasn't freezing anymore. You went back to reading the chapter about Thoth and Khonshu, taking in all their attributes.

"Wow. This book was quite interesting. I shall have to leave Mr. Grant a thank note for allowing me to borrow it." You murmured to yourself as you flipped the page back to a full length photo of Khonshu. This book had been released just a week prior, and it contained photos of the recent odd occurrence by the major pyramids last month.

The epic battle of what appeared to be Ammit and Khonshu battling to the death.

You had been around when that event had occurred, and you got to see them fight first hand. You remembered the rumbling earthquakes from their blows, and the loud noises of things breaking when they fell. It was one of the best times of your life to witness such a sight.

"That guy is definitely the coolest God ever. He's much better than Thor or Loki." You said as you reread what Khonshu's powers supposedly were. The wind flared up again, and you stared at the window. Just as quickly as the gust came through, it was eerily still right after.

Later, you prepared a crispy fried tofu dish that had chickpeas and homemade Thai peanut sauce, over top of vegan friendly noodles. You made a sprout salad and a raspberry dressing to accompany it, then as a final touch, you made a salted caramel chocolate torte, which was vegan as well. You made sure to make enough for yourself, Jake, and two helpings for the rich dual personality guy.

It was about 7:30pm when you finished cooking and just as you were sitting down to eat in Steven's kitchen, the door opened and Jake walked in. That was odd, as he never showed up to work before 10:00pm.

"Ah, good evening, mi Cielito." Jake greeted you as he came into the room and checked the fridge.

That was the first time you saw him smile.

"Steven and Marc send their regards. They enjoyed the meals you prepared, as did I. Tonight's dinner looks amazing. Is that… A chocolate torte?" His smile turned into an excited grin. The first thing he reached for, was the plate with his serving of dessert. He came over to sit down across from you. His grumpy looking visage was now full of happiness as he ate the decadent sweet dish. It was gone in under a minute, and you wondered if he even bothered to chew, yet he hadn't dropped a single crumb.

"That's good to know they like my cooking. Thank you for letting me know. I take it you enjoyed the chocolate torte?" You asked with a giggle, and he nodded as he finished chewing the last bite.

"You know, you didn't have to make me anything. I did say you only had to make one meal for-"

"Nonsense." You interrupted him with a sweet smile.

"You live here too. Why shouldn't I make you something? It's really no trouble for me. And if what you said about the owner of this house is true, he might not remember that his other personality even ate anything."

"Thank you. I did notice that you put Mr. Spector's meals in his fridge downstairs, and you kept Mr. Grant's separate in his up here. I would like to request that you leave mine in the garage fridge, por favor." Jake requested as he got back up and took the dish to the sink. He went back to the fridge and grabbed his meal, then came back over to sit in front of you again.

"I can do that."

You ate dinner in silence, with Jake making small noises of appreciation until his plate was completely clean.

"So, I didn't know you were also a vegan." You casually remarked as you grabbed the dirty dishes and put them into the sink. He sat back with a toothpick, patting his stomach.

"Sí. It is much easier if I follow what they do." Jake replied with a small smile. You nodded as you filled the sink to do the dishes.

"I haven't seen either of them. Steven left me a book to read, and it was very nice." You casually said.

"Oh? What book did he leave you?" Jake asked.

"One on ancient Gods and Goddesses of Egypt. I rather enjoyed the book."

"Which was your favorite?"

"Honestly, it was a tie between Thoth and Khonshu, but I think Khonshu is just badass. God of the moon, time, vengeance, healing, and keeping people safe at night? Plus he is also known for helping out with bountiful crops and the fertility of all life on earth." You answered his question with excitement as you scrubbed at a dish. The wind picked up a little stronger.

"Plus, they say he was the great serpent that brought life to the Cosmic Egg, which brought Earth into creation. A God like that, seems to be the best choice to worship, don't you think?" You finished up with the next plate, and placed it on the drying rack. More wind came rustling through, making the curtains dance and sway.

"You think so?" Jake asked, and you turned to him with a wide grin.

"Oh, yes. I also saw him with my own eyes. I watched from my window. I absolutely dig that bird skull he chooses to have as a head, and those tight fitting wrappings definitely showed off his assets, if you know what I mean." You said as you drained the sink and came back over to the table. Jake stared at you with one brow raised. He looked very interested in what you just said.

And then the wind came rushing through the kitchen, just the same as it did in your room. You could feel a low humming, almost like the central air had just kicked on, but you knew it was turned off.

"Wow. The wind has been crazy today." You said as you went to close the window. When you turned around, Jake was standing right behind you. You squeaked, finding him so close, that you could feel his body heat radiating off of him.

He reached out and used his thumb to remove a smudge of chocolate from your cheek as he mumbled something in Spanish that you didn't quite catch. You watched him lick the chocolate off his thumb, his eyes never leaving yours. Your knees suddenly felt incredibly weak at hearing his deep voice speaking another language. He stared at you, eyes flicking to your lips and back again. You could feel your heart thudding in your chest, and a small blossoming of arousal at your core.

You waited for him to speak, but he seemed to just keep staring. You gulped and caught the movement of his tongue wetting his thick and full lips. He had a kissable mouth…

In the blink of an eye, Jake had moved forward. A second later, he was kissing you. It didn't take very long for your eyes to flutter shut and you melted into the kiss. His hands came up, one cupping your cheek, the other trailing his rough fingertips down your side. You squirmed as he deepened the kiss, feeling his hand on your hip. He pushed you back against the wall next to the window sill, while you clung to the lapels of his jacket.

This was certainly an unexpected occurrence, but a welcome one all the same.

His hand came back up, slowly testing to see if you would protest to him copping a feel of your chest. When you didn't, his large hand gave you an experimental, yet gentle squeeze. You moaned into his mouth, bringing your hands up to rest on his shoulders as you felt one of knees push between your thighs. You found yourself heating up the second his leg grazed your groin.

Oh fuck. What if the rich guy showed up? Usually the food was gone by 8:00pm, and it was almost that time, yet no one had come into the kitchen, except for you and Jake.

Almost as if Jake knew what you were thinking, he pulled away just enough to get a good look at your swollen lips, and the haze of lust forming in your eyes.

"Mi cielito… Mr. Grant isn't here tonight, nor is Mr. Spector." He rasped as he took his hat off and flung it behind him. You watched it land perfectly on one of the obelisks on a buffet hutch. Your chest and pussy clenched at that seamless display of dexterity. It also helped that this gorgeous hunk of a man was holding you against the wall, clearly with the intent of seducing you.

"But, there's cameras-"

"I'm the one that monitors those cameras. They'll never know." Jake murmured as his hand on your face slowly moved to the back of your head. His thumb ran up and down your neck, causing you to shake a little from how good that felt. You were trying so hard not to rock yourself against him.

But Jake had other plans.

He could see the desire welling up in your eyes, and he knew you wanted him. He also knew you were a professional woman, and that you were possibly considering telling him off, strictly because you thought he was your coworker. He decided to push you a bit closer to the edge of letting go, by resting his forehead against yours to look into your eyes.

"Do you want me to stop?" He rasped. The tone of his voice sounded like he didn't want to, like he was restraining himself from taking this to a higher level of intimacy. You didn't really want him to stop, but you were scared that you'd get fired for indulging with him.

"I don't want to get fired… I haven't even met our boss yet."

"They won't fire you for this. If you don't want me to continue, I'll stop." That was all you really wanted to hear from him.

You pulled him in, kissing him once more. His hands gripped you tighter, and he grunted as he pressed his tongue against your lips. You opened your mouth, letting his tongue slip inside as you made a small noise that sounded like a desperate whine.

Then he started to rub his knee against you, causing sparks to fly from your center all the way to your vision. You became dizzy with lust, rocking yourself against his leg. It was enough of an indication that you wanted more, that Jake's hand on your hip slid to your front and he slipped his hand down your thigh. His other hand came down to grab at the other side of your waist. In an instant, he pushed his other knee between your legs, making a perfect seat for you to sit on.

You whined at the loss of something to grind on, but it quickly turned into a sharp wail as his hand came into contact with the juncture of your thighs. His fingers caught a hold of your underwear, pushing them to the side.

"Querida… So wet…" Jake growled as he stuffed one of his thick calloused fingers into your sopping wet hole. You squirmed as he leaned down to kiss your neck. The kisses turned into a heavy suction on your skin, sending more pleasing jolts of arousal through you. He left a large bruise as he nipped at your flesh, which you knew wouldn't be easily hidden. He was not being gentle at all, but you enjoyed it.

"Ah, Jake…" You groaned as he probed you, then he added a second finger, swishing them back and forth.

You dropped your head to his shoulder as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. He chuckled darkly as you started to grind against his hand. It didn't take very long for him to find the most sensitive spot inside. He curled his fingers as he flicked his wrist, and that's when you moaned loudly in his ear. He did it again, and your head snapped back, nearly hitting the wall, but his hand flew up, stopping that from happening.

"Careful… Don't want ya to get a concussion." He said softly. His thumb brushed up against your clit, and your head went back as you bucked against him.

"Fuck, Jake… Please…" You begged him for more, and he laughed again.

"Please what, mi cielitonis?"

"Please, fuck me…"

"Ah, Sí…" You didn't have to tell him twice. He removed his hands from your body, and quickly went to work unbuckling his belt. You sighed as you looked down to see him pull his cock from his underwear, and you nearly squealed at the size of him.

You reached down, and grasped him, smoothing your fingers around his soft skin that encased his hard cock. You gave him a few strokes, watching as precome leaked from the tip, before he reached out to grab your underwear, shoving it aside so he could enter you. He alternated from looking at how he easily slid inside, to looking at your eyes.

Your eyes slid halfway closed, mouth hanging open as he filled you. You sighed, feeling him pulse and throb as he stayed still for a moment, allowing you to adjust to his size. After a while, he tested the waters by giving you a good buck. You whined for him, squeezing his shoulders from the wonderful sensation. Jake grunted and pushed his forehead against yours, staring at your eyes as he thrust in and out of you.

"H-harder, please…"

With each push, he got a little bit rougher, and you got a little bit louder. Soon your moans and very loud sloppy and wet noises were echoing throughout the kitchen. Jake was barely making any noises, aside from the occasional grunt and random words in Spanish. All the while he just kept looking into your eyes and kissing your swollen lips.

"Fuck… You're so tight… Oh God…Feel… So good…" Jake finally broke the silence with words you could understand. You felt yourself clench, squeezing him and making it hard for him to hold onto his resolve. He seemed to twitch ever so slightly, like he was desperately trying to stay awake or focus, which was odd, as he was quite active and appeared to be fully awake.

What you didn't know was that Jake had been awake for the past forty eight hours. He hadn't eaten, and he knew you would have something waiting for him in Steven's fridge. He was excited to eat, mostly because your food always hit the right spot and satisfied him, giving him the proper amount of nutrients and flavor, but he also had to make sure there weren't two fully loaded plates to confuse Steven when he woke up.

Then he was not prepared for the chocolate torte tasting as good as it did. He could have sworn it tasted exactly like his grandmother's, only she used dairy and eggs. If he didn't know that you followed the vegan rules down to the letter, he would have been certain that it contained eggs and milk. That had set him off. He knew Steven and Marc would agree when they got around to it.

Then when he sat there in near silence with you, he had eaten his meal quite slowly as he looked you over. You had gotten bold over the past week, wearing whatever you wanted to wear, instead of a professional cleaner's uniform, or business attire. The dress you had on was black, with a shimmering layer filled with iridescent ribbon woven into it. He decided it made you look especially stunning. Then when he watched you get to your torte, he saw such happiness as you munched away. He would watch you eat from your fork, and then you would lick it nice and slow to enjoy every bit of the chocolate. 

It made him excruciatingly hard. He was certain you weren't doing it on purpose, mostly because he already had his, knowing how good it was. Then the wind picked up, and you made your way over to the window. You had to pass right by him. He could smell all the lovely food scents, and then an underlying sweet aroma that was your perfume or your shampoo. He found himself turning and watching you walk away, and he nearly had a nose bleed right there. That dress was so fucking short, he could see the lace of your knickers on the curve of your ass. Those heels weren't helping with the hunger he was experiencing. 

He leapt up from his chair so fast, his feet almost gliding along the floor. He was ready to assist you, should the window not wish to cooperate. But the window did cooperate, which just left him standing unnecessarily close to you.

Which led up to this moment where he was slamming himself into you repeatedly, while you dug your nails into his shoulder and back. He wasn't really tired at that moment, but he kept hearing a gravelly voice demanding to give in.

Jake grit his teeth and tilted his hips, going to dig and stir himself deeper into you. His grip tightened, feeling a wave of fluids coat him as you clamped down all over his cock. He sucked his lower lip between his teeth and hoisted one of your legs up as far as it could go with one hand, while the other dug into your side to keep you where he needed.

'Jake. Give me body.' The voice spoke up again. Jake buried his face into your shoulder, muttering in Spanish on how he wasn't going to do that until he was finished with you.

'Fine. Once you fill her, then give me the body.' The voice rang through his head. Jake was still reluctant to give up control, even though he was quickly becoming extremely exhausted.

'If you give me the body, I'll replenish your strength. Like you've just had a good rest. We can take turns. I'll even allow you to watch.'

That did it.

Jake sighed at the prospect of not succumbing to sleep just yet, and maybe spend the night fucking you instead. He happily drilled into you, making sure to rub his pelvis against your clit. He felt the sting of your nails down his back as you came for him again. He heard your lust filled sobs and moans as you shook for him, saying his name over and over.

He hissed, letting out a bunch of curses in Spanish as he pressed himself as deep as he could go. He bit into your neck as he filled you with his seed, his whole body shaking and vibrating. You clung to him, feeling how he kept moving to give you one last orgasm as he emptied himself entirely.

"Gracias, mi cielitonis." You heard Jake groan, before he dropped your leg to the floor and hugged you tightly as he nuzzled your neck. He sighed heavily and held you for a few moments, relishing in the tender moment post coitus. It felt nice, and he was so warm. You rubbed his back in a silent thank you, trying to sooth him after a job well done.

In an instant, his back straightened up, and he reared his head back to look at you. You lazily raised a brow, wondering why he looked so smug all of sudden.

You realized he hadn't gone flaccid yet. He was still very much stiff, and buried nice and deep inside of you.

"What?" You panted at him, and Jake snickered darkly. Without speaking, he lifted you away from the wall and started to walk over to the kitchen counter. You were very surprised at how strong he was. As your ass connected with the cool countertop, he pushed you flat against its surface, grabbing for each ankle. He hoisted them up and pushed both legs together, then he turned them sideways as he bent over you with a wide grin. His eyes seemed different, like there was a sparkling of the night sky as he began to mercilessly fuck you against the counter.

You could feel his previous load oozing out of you, and down to the counter. It was surprising how quickly he recovered, and that excited you. The way his brows were furrowed as his hips pistoned into you was hot.

He went about like this for a long while, with you locking up and coming twice. You clawed at his skin as he rotated his hips, your head tossed all the way back to the counter. It was a lucky thing no one else was home. You were moaning so loud, and the thumping from his thrusts was equally audible.

Jake suddenly stopped, going to withdraw from you, before he turned you over. Your legs wobbled as he hiked your hips back up and reentered you, thrusting right back to that same maddening pace. He leaned down and whispered into your ear, his voice deeper than it was before.

"You like that? You like it rough, hm?" Gone was his accent, replaced with a silky smooth rasp. You whined as he found your clit with his fingers. You were too far gone to think about why his accent was missing.

"Y-yes!"

"Should I let you come again, you greedy little harlot..?" He asked huskily. You whimpered as you nodded.

"Then tell me. Use your words." His fingers stilled, and you almost sobbed at the loss of friction.

"Please… Please, Jake… Please let me come again." You begged him, still drunk off the pleasure he was giving you with his cock. He grinned, and lifted his hand up to grope at your ass, palming the soft flesh there.

"Yeah?" He grunted and then lifted his hand, staring right into your eyes as he brought it back down, open palmed with a loud slap. You yelped, shuddering in delight as he started to fuck you again. The familiar feeling of his cock pulsing was telling you he was getting close to coming again, as did the urgency of each slap of his hips against yours.

"Then come for me. Come all over this cock." He groaned as his hand went back to stimulating your bundle of nerves. You shrieked, trying to grind yourself against him as he fucked you hard and fast. With a sharp jolt, you clenched all around him and came.

Jake groaned loudly, slamming himself into you as hard as he could as he came again. You felt his come fill you up, and you spasmed, prolonging your orgasm as you milked him of every last drop. He panted against your ear, whispering something intangible, but recognizable as a language other than Spanish.

A moment later he slumped against you, and you almost thought he had passed out.

But another moment passed, and he raised his gaze to you, that mischievous grin plastered to his mug.

Good Gods above…

He was still hard and ready to go.

That night was spent with Jake fucking you in all sorts of positions and places. You did it on the couches and chairs in Steven's living room. He dragged you into the office and fucked you on Steven's desk. He even fucked you in the library, causing an entire bookshelf to fall backwards. He assured you he would clean up the mess, and that Steven would have no idea what had happened. He ended the night with fucking you in the shower, and then bringing you to your room, where he tucked you into bed.

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mi Cielitonis and mi cielito 'my little sky', or 'my little piece of heaven' as I understand them. If I am wrong, please point it out.

@johnny-simpfinger

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Stack The Deck - Wellness check

CW: stalking, obsessive behavior, intimidation, Morris hating on bald people

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CF3 46E, CF3 46E, CF3 46E...

Morris needed to find that car again, right now, before the trace got cold and slipped through his fingers like sand. Frantically shoving the clothes he had borrowed back into the boxes, he was unsure about how to act next. Go back to the apartment and hope for the mother to come back again? Maybe drive around the city and look for the familiar code of the license plate, that too would travel to a new home.

Upstate... Nothing more than forests and rivers there, and to do what exactly? Live in a log cabin and siphon off tree sap till his parents grew old?

CF3 46E

Morris couldn't let that happen, staying back and remaining nothing more than a ghost story Elliot could tell his family: the tale of the pathetic fuck that didn't realize he had everything right under his nose until-

A forceful knock on the door ripped him from his thoughts.

CF3 46B

He didn't expect company, much less had the nerve for it right now. Everyone could go to hell for all he cared. With one exception, of course.

CF-

The booming against the wood became more vigorous; impatient rhythms meeting quickly thinning patience.

"Miss Roberts, I don't know where your cats are, I'm not stealing them. We've been over this."

No grace in sight, just more assault on Morris' poor ears, like the noises all throughout his head: crying, screaming, rough bristles against tile. The sting of apple-fresh bleach still burned at the back of his sinuses, even after weeks of mind-numbing distraction.

I need to explain everything, and he will accept my apology, and we can finally start over-

Before another hit could let the hinges vibrate with force, the door swung open to reveal a bright red face of anger to the unwelcomed guest.

"I SAID-" Morris growled, and stopped when he recognized the utterly unimpressed man. One he really didn't want to deal with right now.

"Belanger, for fuck's sake, now is not the time-"

"You don't answer my calls." Because I'm tired of being your postie.

"I'm busy, and you give me a job like what, once a week? Of course I'll keep myself occupied otherwise."

Caught in a gloomy expression, no man dared to back down so quickly. 

"You need to answer when I call."

Biting his tongue, the only thing Morris could retort was an annoyed huff; he knew about the duty towards his employer. It was nothing he could just push along as he pleased, but the information he'd worked hard for wasn't worth being thrown out so suddenly. The window he had created for himself was quickly shutting down. 

"So you are busy and under-worked at the moment? Doesn't sound convincing..." Belanger's lusterless fish eyes kept focus on the target of his worry, even as he pressed himself past the door frame. 

Remaining face-to-face with the always discreetly clothed partner, one could only wonder why a few missed job opportunities would rub him the wrong way. Thinking of it, Morris guessed that he would be just as sensitive, provided he'd also lose all his hair minutes after turning thirty. On angry nights, he often asked himself if he could take on Mr. Clean's dipshit cousin.

"Please, make yourself at home," Morris sighed, not sure how well-thought-out it had been to let the mass of a man into his quarters.

The tired proxy carefully eyed the mess littered throughout the room; photos, piano booklets and obviously strange clothing only affirmed what he had already suspected:

"Are you getting distracted again?"

Yes, actually, by the nagging little middleman he was supposed to stand by for.

That exact man painfully remembered the last one that stole Morris' focus: some bony princess from new money; he caught him scrolling through an ocean of pictures when they should have been occupied with handling the daily charge. Belanger wasn't ready to put up with this whole act once again, not so soon. The only thing worse than the fawning, and god did he hate that, will be the moment it all inevitably crashes and burns to the ground. The phase where Morris got especially difficult to handle...

"What is it this time? I'll see if I can make some space for you," he answered instead, paying no mind to Belanger's interrogation.

"You better do that quickly, Dutch wants to see you."

Shit. He really should have taken that call.

"Now?" Morris desperately tried to squeeze his voice past the lump blocking his throat. It was better to know when he would be led to slaughter, saves a lot of time on scheduling.

"Don't piss yourself yet, he was impressed with whatever you did back at the den," the proxy said, letting his monotone drawl hide how much he enjoyed seeing him all antsy, "Fucking massacre, if you ask me, though." 

"I cleaned up after, if you need it..."

"At least you got that right. Congrats, I guess, nobody found the body yet." Yeah, me neither.

"Wasn't that bad, just so you know, uh-"

"I would stay in line if I were you, with the cops still on my ass and all," Belanger let his voice drop low, having neither interest nor patience for cheap horror stories, "Let's go!"

Morris was close, so much closer than the last few weeks. There had to be another way, one that didn't involve Dutch, of all people.

"Listen, I'll call you back soon and-"

"Wasn't a question, Morris."

He thought of Elliot and the festering itch that burned up when remembering these hazel eyes, looking up at him just one more time... I forgive you. God, he would give everything to hear these words.

He thought of Dutch, and his bad knee let a cautionary twitch rock his body.

So Morris budged. Some people you can't let wait.

CS3 46B would still be there for him, a few miles further northwest, more or less. It wouldn't take that long, right? He could let the itch heal down and hope the lingering antipathy would fade away, give them all some time to breathe. A fear started to nest deep already, hidden behind Morris' own self-preservation: the silent terror that Elliot wouldn't stop to look out for him.

Belanger would, though, keeping Morris on track until their boss was satisfied.

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Every time I go to accept my financial aid offer I freeze up and it turns into an hours-long anxiety attack because everything about the future feels so hopeless that I feel like I can't make an informed decision about what's best for us.

I do still want to get my degree and I probably need (or at least, would benefit from) it for a lot of the jobs I'm most interested in/would make me happiest, but also I feel like the odds I'll even be able to consider grad school have totally tanked because there's no way I can support us both on a grad stipend and I would probably have been looking a Master's (that I probably couldn't have afforded, but was still kind of dreaming of) anyways. And especially since I'm really worried about my mental health already being shot at the start of the semester it feels selfish and stupid to even try to get my degree anymore and I feel like I should just give up on that dream and not take on more debt that might screw us over in the long term

But technically I'm better off financially as a student I think because without a degree I can't get any jobs that actually make money and would lose my good state health insurance if I was working full time, and also I feel like if I don't manage to find some way to make money in the long term (like getting a degree that would open up more job options) we are just going to be screwed our whole lives anyways, and I already feel so awful about how long it's taken me to get through school and I was so hopeful I could finally do it this time and I don't think I could find a job I actually want to do that would make my mental health any better that would remotely support us and it feels like giving up on another dream and accepting that our future is bleak and I'm never going to be able to make enough for us to buy a house or travel to see friends or afford our hobbies or do all the things I'd started to be hopeful about will just. Totally break me.

It's a lose-lose scenario! And I can't think about it rationally because every time I just start spiraling about how we're screwed and the rest of my life feels like it's going to be miserable either way, so maybe I should just make the choice that at least doesn't rack up more student debt but, also, making that choice might be the thing that does me in completely because I wanted it so badly! But instead I am cursed and never get to go anywhere with my life! So maybe I should just give up on everything!

#raise your hand if your future is bleak and you can't stop sobbing about it

[saltygilmores]

Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls Season 1, Episode 21 ("Love, Daisies, And Troubadors"). Part 1

WHAT HAPPENS IN THIS EPISODE: We're on the last episode of Season 1! Luke "Fixes Lorelai's Porch Rail" and wakes the neighbors. Lorelai asks Luke to Pound One More Thing while he's out there. Lorelai has a dirty conversation at work with Max. Max watches Lorelai suck on a ring pop. Luke breaks in Lorelai's back door. Clara Forrester needs a foster home. Rory pours her heart out at a town meeting and everyone pity claps.

"Ms Gilmore, I'm here to fix your porch rail.* "Well, my porch rail does need a lot of screwing, hammering, nailing, and pounding Mr Danes." *porny music begins playing* (disclaimer: this conversation did not actually happen). "You're gonna wake the neighbors." (this was actually said)

STOP LOBBING ME SO MANY SOFTBALLS! If you keep making all the dirty jokes for me I'll be out of a job reviewing a 22 year old tv show to 3 people on a dying social media platform! Luke disappears as Rory shows up causing Lorelai to loudly exclaim "He was banging on something!" about 4 times. You wish.

Michel Wisdom: "I've made peace with the fact that everyone who calls here is a notch above brain dead, and the pennies I am thrown each week are in exchange for me dealing with these people in a nonviolent manner and usually that is fine, but today, sorry lady, I have ennui." Max calls Lorelai at work and they have a converation insinuating some kind of roleplay situation recently took place and they also talk about having sex withdrawals. Remember the time Max called Lorelai at work and they had a conversation about removing each others pants? Poor Sookie, already suffering from ennui, and the rest of the kitchen staff have to hear Lorelai and Max talk about how someone should write a novel about their Sex. Does she know about Archive of Our Own? Does she know that in the future a number of people will have written novels about her Sex with Luke? But not ol Max Medina.

Oh no, Rory found the DeanBox that she told Lorelai to throw away. Of course Lorelai didn't throw it out. Let's be real. Who's the one who really wants to hang on to pieces of Dean here? Lorelai explains that Rory "Is gonna want some of that stuff one day, when you're old and married, and you can look back and say "I certainly had an interesting life!" I'm sensing a theme here, which is that Dean's lot in life is to make Rory's life more interesting for her mother. Sure, Rory is going to want to keep her Dean box until she is old and married. Girls always keep boxes of their high school boyfriend's random shit for decades. "You can pull out all your old boyfriend boxes." I DON'T CARE THAT HE'S STILL 5 EPISODES AWAY, WHERE IS THE JESS BOX?! What was in the ChristopherBox? The box of expired condoms that led to Rory? I KID. I KID. Contents of the DeanBox Full Of Garbage Pointless Crap were as follows: Idk what the first thing was supposed to be-a dress? A stuffed chicken. Box of corn starch. Quarter on a string ("medallion"). OH WHAT PRECIOUS MEMORIES!

I love the Caboodles case in the background. When you're all grown up and married to your StepCousin Jess and open up your Deanbox, maybe the quarter will have appreciated in value. Rory is hesitating to enter Doose's because Dean will be working there. We're STILL doing this? Boycotting small businesses, hurting the local shopkeep every time you break up with a boy? Oh, the shopkeep here is Taylor, carry on not giving him your money.

Lane starts jumping up and down OMG'ing and freaking out just because Rory is going into the market. She didn't even have a plan yet. Everyone in this town has rotting fish carcasses for brains. The "this" is Dean & Rory getting back together. God help me. Time and time again, we see the primary lesson of Gilmore Girls is this: Don't date someone who lives in your small town. After your inevitable break up, you'll be doomed to wander the streets, unable to enter any businesses, and eventually you will starve to death. Don't shit where you eat, as Milo would say.

Honestly though I love Lane. How could you not? Taylor accuses Rory of looking like a shoplifter. The nerve! Like Rory would ever steal anything!

Mikey's an improvement from Dean! Go for it Rory! "He took Thursday afternoon off. He must have met one of those Thursday afternoon girls. They're slutty girls who get guys to switch their Thursday afternoons with another checkout guy so they can go do slutty Thursday afternoon things." It's fine if you want to calling hypothetical girls you don't know sluts, so we'll just keep calling you Mary, it only seems fair. Rory: Lane, you'd tell me if you ever saw Dean with another girl at school? Well, she never told you when Jess stopped showing up for class, so idk how reliable this girl really is.

"Suck my left nut" is my catchphrase of the week, and Diet Logan can suck my left nut.

Classic Diet Logan. DL lies to Madelyn and Louise by telling them Rory agreed to go with him to the PJ Harvey concert, which enrages Paris, who is still infatuated with Tristan, apparently, for some reason.

Shut up Rachel, can't you see there is a dalmatian behind you? Show some respect. Rachel: Luke's been at your place alot. Lorelai: Yeah, well, he's been fixing some things. The porch rail. Some roof shingles, then the porch rail again. Luke's been spending an awful lot of time "fixing the porch rail" Eh? Eh? Heh heh.

A Troubador War is a brewin'. Luke scares Lorelai when she unexpectedly finds him in her house. The following exchange requires no further commentary from me: Lorelai: How'd you get in here? Luke: I came in through your back door. Lorelai: My back door's locked. Luke: Well that's why I came through it. Your back door lock was broken. Lorelai: My back door lock is fine. Luke: Your back door lock is cheap. (this exchange goes on way too long). #BackDoor Nitpick Time! My favorite time! Same episode:

Lorelai Gilmore, Milk Denier. And a cracker denier as well. (She once said she didn't keep crackers in the house when a box of Saltines was clearly visible in her kitchen in the same episode). "I'm a loner." "I don't want to hear about the romance of being a loner." "Some guys are just natural loners." "Yes, lonely guys." "Independent guys." "Sad guys." "Maverick guys." "Lee Harvey Oswald." "John Muir." "The Unabomber." "Henry David Thoreau." "Jess Mariano." Okay you got me. I made that last one up.

Being a Milk Whore is more honest than being a Milk Denier, Lorelai. But is being a Milk Whore more respectable than being a Thursday Afternoon Supermarket Slut?

The House Of Forrester. House of The Damned.

Sure she's annoying as hell, but how did Dean's parents spawn an otherwise normal child? Honey, I have some news. I think you were adopted.

Apologize at once, Rory Gil. Poor Clara didn't ask to be born a Forrester. She doesn't need you traumatizing her too. Lorelai's bringing Max to a town meeting to pop his Town Meeting cherry. And oh boy, it's gonna be a good deflowering.

You have to admire MaxMedina's earnest enthusiasm about Ring Pops, like he just discovered the wheel. I was eating Ring Pops in the early 90's. Stars Hollow is at least a decade behind the times for everything, so I guess it checks out.

A sea of weirdoes. I'd say that if you packed any more oddballs into that tiny room you'd open up some kind of vortex to another dimension, but Stars Hollow is already not of this Earthly realm.

The American political landscape.

Piece of literal human garbage. I haven't dunked on Dean in a bit so I had to let it out. I get all backed up otherwise. Subjecting minors like poor Clara to one of these meetings should be classified as child abuse. Anyone want to open up their home to an incredibly annoying but sweet foster child?

Boring old MaxMedina just soaking up the weirdness and sipping his drinkydrink.

How does a Town Troubador make a living? Is this a volunteer gig he takes too seriously? Taylor somehow didn't know he existed, so this is not some local government-sponsored initiative. Clearly no one is going to pay him in tips. No one even pays for their food at the beloved local restaurant. Taylor asks him "what do you do for a living"? to which he responds "I don't want people to know those things." Ah yes the old Jess Mariano approach. A gigolo? A WalMart worker? A "messenger" for a guy named Todd? Miss Patty: He doesn't accept money. I tried. So not a Gigolo then. Taylor: This troubador act is a money making scheme! Prett-y rich coming from Taylor Doose who spends 7 years putting together "Fundraisers" to repair a tiny wooden bridge and is totally not pocketing the money. Taylor's the type of guy who says things like "no one wants to work these days!" but then this nice gentleman is out there trying his best probably hoping for a few bucks thrown into his guitar case, which is a pipe dream since this is Stars Hollow and no one pays for anything, and Taylor calls him a vagrant and a scammer. Taylor: Watch out Morey, after that anatomically explicit epithet your wife yelled at me earlier, you're both on probation. Oh Babette! I'd love to know what she called him. A cocksucker? A dickhead? Did she tell him to suck her left nut?

Pervy old Max Medina only bought Lorelai a ring pop for one reason and he's thinking he got his money worth.. Looks like Lorelai returned the favor and bought him a hot dog to suck on. The speech to follow is one of my all time favorite Rory moments and I truly enjoy it (ironically). Enjoy. "I have something to say!" *awed hush falls over the town hall* "Sometimes you have something to say but you can't because the words won't come out! Or you get scared or feel stupid! If you could just write a song and sing it, then you could say what you need to say and it would be beautiful and people would listen and you wouldn't make a complete idiot of yourself! All of us can't be songwriters, we'll never be able to say what we're thinking so we'll never get the chance to make things right again! Ever!"

I was about to type "And then everyone clapped" as a joke. And then everyone actually clapped.

Honestly, Barfbag's puzzled reaction to Rory's speech is the most reasonable one. Where the fuck that did come from Rory Gil? She took one look at that soiled mattress Dean Forrester and suddenly a prepared speech comes flowing forth?

Yeah. Everyone briefly pity-claps for Rory. Lorelai gives her a small hug. No Babette yelling "you go Sugar!" or anything of the sort. We see another brief shot of Dean looking confused. The meeting concludes. I applaud Rory's lack of social anxiety. If I gave an impromptu speech like that in front of what I would expect was a supportive crowd and no one even reacted, the humiliation would be a debilitating weight I would carry around for at least the next 15 years.

"Let's go home and you can suck on my Ring Pop." Tumblr only allows you to post 30 pictures per post, but just like Rory Gil, I have a lot to get off my chest, so I will continue this in a second post/ part 2. See you soon...

#gilmore girls #denise rewatches gilmore girls #rory gilmore #lorelai gilmore #max medina #luke danes #anti dean forrester #dean forrester can suck my left nut #diet logan can suck my left nut #gilmore girls season 1 #love daisies and troubadors

[lord-squiggletits]

"blind Pharma au" Please tell me more 👀

Oh shit hiiiiii dsklfjsd I'll try to write down some sorta interesting details in bullet points, I don't really have a specific "plot" for it or anything it's literally just, "everything is the same but Pharma was born blind" so here goes. Also, warning for made-up medicine, sketchy biology/scientific knowledge, and lots of headcanons

Pharma was still a forged medic, only when he finished forging everything about him was top notch except his optics. They're still there on his face and look like any seeing mech's eyes, it's just that there's just no connection between his eyes and his brain for whatever reason

This leads to a lot of discussion of what classification he should be put underneath, as Pharma has beautiful medic hands (scientific class) but is also a flight frame (typically consigned to transportation or soldiering) but is blind so how is he supposed to do any of those things (disposable class)? Pharma is sitting there through all this and gets increasingly irate at these mechs calling him useless because he can't see and this is apparently a big deal. From Pharma's perspective, he has all the tools he needs to live a normal life, but apparently because he's not "seeing" there's something wrong with him

Pharma meanwhile was forged with plenty of extra strong senses including keen hearing, echolocation, electromagnetic sensors, sonar, etc even sensitive touch and taste and smell. He can walk around and avoid colliding with other mechs without aid. He can detect objects around him even if they're of very small size.

Somehow or another Pharma ends up successfully becoming a doctor (maybe they just decided they didn't want to waste a forged medic or something) and his medical hands + his increased senses actually allow him to do just fine. Things that other mechs would observe with their eyes, Pharma can sense through his hands but also unorthodox senses like tasting/smelling faint chemical traces in the air and being able to hear small changes in patients' organs and whatnot

Yes, Pharma gets a lot of questions about "but how can you fly if you're blind???" and his answer is always that his alt mode works just fine, he just avoids flying in the city because he doesn't want to get hit by anyone.

Which actually means that Pharma spends a lot of time living among ground-frames (taking public transportation instead of flying, living in an apartment with ground floors instead of high towers flight frames usually favor) and thus he becomes accustomed to near-constant attention and more or less being a spectacle. As a result, Pharma really doesn't like being stared at or having people crowd too close to him (sometimes people on the bus would get...touchy with him, with the wonder of seeing a flight frame on the ground and all).

Pharma could navigate on his own and do his job without disability aids, but he does buy a cane at some point just because it makes things a little easier (and also he can stab/whack people with it "by accident" if they get in his personal space)

Eventually, Pharma saves enough money from his job as a doctor to buy a seeing eye drone (this is why I was reblogging your art with "blind Pharma AU" :3c ). I imagine the drone also has flying capabilities and can augment Pharma's senses with its own due to some Cybertronian Bluetooth connection or something. It gives Pharma enough extra sensory and spatial information that he CAN do things like fly in crowded areas, since the drone can help him navigate traffic and guide him from open area to open area

Why doesn't Pharma just get his eyes fixed or something? A couple of reasons, one being that Pharma insists that there's nothing to fix out of pride. From the moment he came online people talked about him like he was defective just because he couldn't see, and frankly Pharma is so offended about it that he partially wants to remain blind just to spite everyone who thinks he's odd or can't be a good doctor

Another reason that Pharma doesn't "fix his eyes" could possibly be that the cause of his blindness isn't well known (he was forged, not cold constructed, which means there are no "schematics" to explain how each piece of his frame works) and Pharma is afraid of letting anyone tinker with his body or especially his brain without knowing exactly what the potential side effects of surgery could be. I mean, Pharma literally works for the Institute before the war; he knows exactly what things like shadowplay are capable of doing, and quite frankly, he doesn't want to even risk anyone getting inside of his brain and tampering with something that could completely alter his mind

That's about everything I can think of offhand ^_^ I'm happy to answer any follow-up questions or maybe dig through my Discord DMs if you want more details!

#squiggle answers #blind pharma au #oh i forgot you also ship tarnma #well another detail there is that tarn uses a distinct oil fragrance (he would the fucker) #and pharma can smell it distinctly and can recognize tarn that way even when tarn thinks he's catching pharma unawares

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Play By the Rules (Part 2): Ken Ryuguji x Fem!Reader

created by: @sirthisisa-wendys and @thehypestdeano

synopsis: you never wanted to be a runaway bride, a bad daughter, and go back on your word all in one day. but when the pressures of your pre-planned life threaten to crush you, you run away and try to find yourself in the aftermath. But will you just find yourself, or will someone join you on the journey?

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tw: none

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"Tell me... Lola," the man across from you muses softly. "Why should I hire you as a hostess? You have no relevant work experience, no references... just a pretty face and a bad dye job. What will you bring to my club?" You instinctively reach for your hair, letting the hastily chopped locks drift around your finger.

"I... I know how to be of service," you begin. "I can anticipate people's needs and deliver without letting my personal thoughts get in the way. It's something I've always been able to do." The man sighs, looking down at his desk and picking up his cigarette. He's an older man, not the flashy type, and very, very soft-spoken. It's almost as if he can't talk any louder.

"Fine, I'll give you a chance." You ignore how his bald head shines in the dim lighting of the room, risque pictures and posters of women decorating the space around you. "Don't make me regret this."

"Of course, I'll do whatever it takes," you nod, standing.

"Oh, and--" The manager - "Mr. E," the plaque proclaims - slides you a card, shaking his head. "Here's the girls' stylist. Get that haircut fixed; your first shift starts tomorrow."

"Yes, sir."

"I don't know how you did it," Mr. E mumbles, sliding you your cut on the fourth week. "But this is the most cash we've made since we've opened this club." You take the envelope and peer inside, taking stock of every single bill in the stack. "Thanks to your skills, it seems you're more of a money-maker than I first thought."

"I'm just doing the best I can," you offer, smiling widely and pocketing the cash. "And it's not hard for me to make the clients feel welcome, it seems."

"Lola," Mr. E sighs. "You're doing more than your 'best.' It seems like we'll actually be making a profit this month." You pat the old man's wrinkled hand and shoulder your purse.

"As you should."

As you walk out of the club, you hear the calls of "bye, Lola" from guests and other hostesses alike. You offer them a wave and a smile, then leave out of the back exit, heading toward the bus stop at the corner.

Being kind to people for eight hours isn't as bad as I thought, you muse. Pretending to be "Lola" for eight hours and getting paid? That's the best part.

You're reminiscing about a client's conversation with you as you approach the stop, eyes on your new phone. You're so deep in thought, in fact, that you almost miss the "hey" coming from behind.

"Hey!" You turn around to look at the woman who is obviously chasing after you, and you stop, eyes wide as she jogs toward you, holding onto her purse in one hand and a phone in the other.

"Do I know you?" you wonder aloud, frowning. She doesn't appear familiar at all. In fact, she looks fancier than any other girl you've seen at the club; there's no way she works there with you. Maybe she's from--

"I couldn't help but notice you came out of Club Eden," the woman huffs. "You're Lola, right?"

"Yeah...?"

"I've heard about you. Mr. E raves about your performance everywhere he goes."

"That's great," you state, giving her a forced smile. "Good to hear."

"You know, you could do much better than Club Eden." A poacher. You'd been warned about these types of women. You straighten up a little and squint. "I work for a club owned by Brahman," she continues, flicking her red hair over her shoulder. "You should come work for us. Things are way better over there."

"No, thanks," you quip, turning back toward the stop. Where the fuck is the bus? A hand creeps onto your shoulder and squeezes gently, and you look back over to the woman, feeling a shiver crawl down your spine.

"I know you're very... loyal to Mr. E. It explains why you haven't taken your talents elsewhere. But you're the only person in that club who could make as much money as you do. Think about how much you could make working for Brahman, though."

"Who is Brahman?" you dare to ask. It's as if you summoned him. A blonde man appears on the other side of you, and by all means, he could also be waiting for the bus. But the way he glances over at the girl is suspicious, to say the least. You shrink back in fear.

"It's an organization that protects clubs like Eden around Tokyo," the woman explains easily. "I know you're not currently being protected by anyone other than that lazy guard at the door. Inside isn't much better, huh?" You instantly think about all the times you've had to swat clients' hands away from you or attempt to get them to leave before something worse happened.

"It's not so bad..." you lie. "Mr. E is a good man."

"He'd be even better if he protected his best assets, don't you think?" the man at your side mutters, and your head whips to look at him again. His blonde braid shifts as he glances at you with scrutinizing black eyes, raising a brow.

"You should just consider the offer," the girl purrs, placing something in your hand with a light touch. "Feel free to call us should you change your mind. I'm sure you'll see more of my friend and me here in the coming days." They walk off, leaving you alone at the bus stop. Your eyes follow the man with the dragon tattoo, his swagger and stance belying something you couldn't possibly understand. Your hand shakes as you look down at the piece of paper, the number on it written in black ink.

Feel free to call us should you change your mind. You look at the bus stop, then back at the number, feeling a sense of urgency flood your veins.

"Fuck it," you whisper, speedwalking back to Club Eden with a purpose. When you burst through the doors again, you shock some of your co-workers, but the actual shock comes when you practically kick down Mr. E's door.

"I was just approached by two people claiming they were from Brahman," you rush out. "They tried to poach me." All of the color drains from your manager's face. "They talked shit about you and the club and then offered me a job at one of their hostess clubs."

"And what did you say?" the man wonders, unhurriedly placing his cigarette in the ashtray, though his fingers tremble.

"I told them no," you answer. "But they gave me this number and said they'd be around more often. It was a guy with blonde hair and a girl with red hair, if you care to know."

"I do," Mr. E whispers. "I wasn't expecting a shakedown to come so soon. Profit brings poachers, it appears."

"And we need protection," you add. "Us, the hostesses."

"Isn't the security guard enough?" Mr. E asks calmly.

"You've been lucky things can be dealt with among the few of us who are still here," you reply. "But what if things get worse? What if the clients get more entitled? Do you honestly think any of us can handle a man larger than us?" Mr. E looks down at his ashtray, then back up at you, squinting.

"So, what are you saying?"

"I'm saying..." you exhale. "I'm saying I might consider Brahman's offer if things don't improve."

"We just started gaining profit; why don't you think about--"

"If Brahman does a shakedown, you'll lose me and the money I bring forever. I like you, Mr. E, I do. But..." You stand in the office doorway, thinking. "But what if I join Brahman's club. See how I can help from the other side - get tips and tricks so they can't poach anyone else from you. And I'll strike a deal with them that they give you a couple of their girls in exchange for me, so it's equal. That way, they won't shake you down as hard, and you still get some information on how to run the club the way you want it."

"And then?" Mr. E asks.

"Then... we make the club better than Brahman's, so you won't need their interference anymore. You'll outperform them and have the upper hand in the end."

"You'll do this for the club? For me?"

"Sure," you smirk. "You gave me and my bad haircut a chance. Why shouldn't I repay you for that?" Mr. E chuckles for the first time, shaking his head at you.

"Then call them. We can meet and negotiate here."

"It's a done deal."

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