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mjolnirswriststrap · 18 days

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SCARED

Neighbor!Bucky Barnes X F!Reader

Word Count: 2,519 ⭐️Masterlist⭐️

Summary: I loosely based this off of a real life event of mine, so if things don’t make sense, ask God 🤣🤣

Warnings: Agegap, neighbor!bucky, adultery, 18+ not quite smut but I don’t want childen reading anything I write 🤷🏻‍♀️ suggestive or not.

Spending the summer with your aunt wasnt something you planned for when school ended. It meant church every Sunday, and Wednesday night. It meant no wifi and being stranded in a strange town on the border of Georgia and Alabama.

You’d never been to Georgia and the possibility of driving to Florida to go to the beach was enough to convince you 5 weeks wasn’t that long. The 10 hour drive there lasted longer than the summer escape.

The first few weeks were exactly what you expected. Church, shopping, eating your aunts famous fried chicken livers, talking on the porch late into the night. On the third Sunday, after church, she informs you that you’re taking a trip to Alabama. Her grandson is coming to spend the week. You both needed to go pick him up from her daughter.

It took 4 hours to get there, napping made it feel like 30 minutes. Your aunt pulled up to a trailer park, and you scan your surroundings. You were even further in the middle of nowhere, then what you were at your aunts house. You always wanted to know the way out. But here, a 2 mile dirt road separates you from the highway you turned off of. You take notice of the neighbors, one had a pool out front, some older ladies floating on pool noodles waved at your aunt, they must know her. The neighbors on the other side of your cousins house weren’t so inviting.

You saw a toddler sitting in the dirt crying. Watching up at his parents flinging spit in each others faces. You avert your gaze when the man flicks his eyes over to you. You know men like that, they’re terrifying and unpredictable. He could walk over to you and start on you just for glancing in his direction. Your aunt ushers you into her daughters house, not wanting you to see the altercation.

You hadn’t seen your cousin since you were a little girl. Now she has a little boy. It was weird. Your family was so large, it was impossible to keep up with everyone. You had many cousins you hadn’t seen since Christmas of ‘06. After a ham sandwich and barbecue chips you were ready to leave, it was more boring here, and your cousin even had cable. You aunt must’ve noticed your boredom, offering a swim in her friends pool out front.

“But I didn’t bring a bathing suit?” You say grinning, knowing you’d go naked if it meant you could swim. “Just wear your bra and I’ll go ask the neighbor if she has some shorts that will fit you.” Your aunt says, swinging open the screen door. You nod your head, quickly braiding your hair to keep it out of your face. You almost lose your spot, twisting knots into your hair when the blonde woman from next door walks in, smiling. “Hey, your aunt said you needed some shorts?”.

You hop up from the couch. “Yes, thank you, I don’t know if we’re even close to the same size but what can it hurt to try?” You give her a soft smile. She looked like a wounded animal. She was way too nice to be getting yelled at like that. You wonder what set him off. But you know better than to ask. “Tanya, your kids crying.” You both look behind her to the open door. The dark haired man was standing there, looking thoroughly disgusted. When his eyes find you again, you have nowhere to hide. “Your aunt says you guys are staying the night.” He informs you, walking away. You furrow your eyebrows, why wouldn’t your aunt tell you that herself?

“She did, James needs a ride into town tomorrow and your aunt couldn’t say no.” She gives you a tight lipped smile. She knows a young girl would rather be spending her summer somewhere else. Once you squeezed into the shorts, you bolted to the pool, with a quick introduction to Sherry and Barb, sisters who owned the park. They were nice, asked you questions and treated you like family. Your aunt must really know them, you had no clue how.

Tanya and your aunt walked across the grass and climbed into the pool. Tanya tightly held onto a bottle of Budweiser, letting you know the night was already starting. You dunk your head, wanting to wash away the sweat from your forehead. When you resurface you see James stomping towards the pool, his shirt missing and motor oil smeared on his chest. “Drinking beer but not watching your kid I wish I could be surprised.” That’s when you notice a little boy in his hands, floaties tightly wrapped around his arms and body. He snatched the brown bottle from her hands, tossing the boy into the pool. “I got shit to do.” He walked away, finishing the beer and throwing the empty bottle to the ground.

After two more hours in the pool, your cousin came out looking for your aunt, leaving you alone with the Tanya and the baby. “Are you happy?” You finally ask, only because you’re truly alone with her. Her eyes well with tears, she shakes her head no. You move across the pool grabbing the boy you’d become acquainted with. You pulled yourself out of the water, not bothering to dry off, but you wrapped the boy in a towel. The sun was setting and it wasn’t warm enough for him to be out here wet. “I’ll be right back.” You give her a firm nod, carrying him in the direction of her house. She just watched helplessly as you turn the corner out of site.

Your heart started beating faster as you walked up to the trailer, knocking on the door. You try to think of what to say as you wait for him to open the door. You hear cursing from the other side before it’s swung open. He stands there for a minute, holding the door open before you realize he’s inviting you in. You step up, still holding onto the toddler. You don’t move from the doormat, afraid of tracking water through the house. “You can lay him down on the couch.” He says, pointing toward the corner of the room. You nod, padding your feet across the cold linoleum. You didn’t even notice the boy fell asleep in your arms, swimming always tuckers out kids. You straighten your back when you feel water droplets sliding down the inside of your thigh, pooling water at your feet.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t even dry off before bringing him.” You look at the ground, wondering how you could fix the wet footprints that painted his floor. “I’m not.” He says but you barely catch it. “Huh?” You ask.

“Don’t be sorry, it’s just water honey.” You look up at him, not believing his sincerity. His blue eyes are piercing into yours. “Okay, well I better get back to the pool.” He watches you as you walk out of the door, he doesn’t make room for you to slip past him, causing you to turn your body towards him, he smelled good, you don’t know how. He was covered in black dirt from under the car, and sweat. He still wasn’t wearing a shirt and his tanned skin was so smooth, save for the happy trail growing up his stomach.

He was a lot older than you, more than 15 years, you’d guess. But you couldn’t tell standing this close to him. Your brain forces you out of the door. If you stood there in the tension for a second longer you don’t know what stupid thing would come out of your mouth. When you got back to the pool everyone had rejoined Tanya, even your aunt and cousin were drinking. You escape to your cousins house, changing back into your leggings and putting on your t-shirt. You check on your baby cousin, he’s sleeping in his room, not a worry in the world. You take the chance to spend a minute alone and turn on the tv.

You don’t even care to change the channel, SpongeBob played, lulling you to sleep. You’re awoken by your aunt, handing you the neighbor boy. “Will you watch him for a minute?” You just nod, and she’s out of the house. You peak through the curtain to see blue lights out front. Why are the cops here? You rock the boy to sleep, laying him down beside your cousin in his bed. When you walk outside everyone’s gone. The cops, your aunt, the neighbors. “What the hell.” You say out loud. You go knock on Sherrys door, hoping your aunt was there. But no one answered. Walking across the grass field someone caught your attention. It’s James, yelling at his trailer. “You don’t love me anyways, bitch.” He throws another beer bottle, this one smashes against the siding of the house. “I should’ve never fucked you and let you have my kid.” You stop in your tracks when he turns around, obviously drunk. “Hey.” He says, slowly walking towards you. “Are you okay?” You ask naïve as ever.

“I’m a good person, right?” He asks. You don’t know what to say, not wanting to tip him off that you were shitting your pants right now.

“Yes, you seem like a really good dad.” You’re trying to deescalate. “I am.” His voice is a little louder than it should be. “I don’t doubt it.” You’re still standing in the same spot, too afraid to move. “You’re nice.” He says, smiling widely. You give him one back, he hadn’t done anything to you yet, you weren’t going to give him a reason to.

It was no secret that you were nervous. Your breathing was fast and your eyes kept darting past him. “You don’t have to be scared. There’s nothing to be afraid of.” He throws his hands in the air. “I’m not going to hurt you.” He says, stepping closer to you again. “Everyone hurts me. Treats me like I’m not worth anything.” He lets his head hang, and you start to feel guilt building inside of you, this man just needed someone to lean on. “I’m not worthless, right?” He looks up at you with tears in his eyes. You know he’s drunk, but this pain was real.

“You’re worth more than you know.” It was cliche, but a true blanket statement, no one knows their true worth. “Thank you.” He says, wiping his eyes. “I just need someone to hold me for once.” You felt that, you knew exactly what he meant. “Wanna hug?” You offer, knowing that sometimes that’s all people need, church the last three weeks had taught you that. Sometimes a smile and a handshake is all the human contact people get all week.

He just looks at you, expecting you to close the gap between you. So you do, you walk towards him, fear in the form of sweat, still dripping from you. You give him a warm smile as you lay your head on his chest, wrapping your arms around his middle. His hands quickly found your hips, pulling you even closer to him. He squeezed you tightly, and you swear you hear him smell your hair. You try to pull away after an awkward silence falls over the two of you, but he won’t let you go.

“I’m sorry you’re going through stuff man, I am.” You say, patting his shoulder to tell him to let go. You feel his body go rigid against yours so you think he’s crying again. Drunk tears are never ending. “It’s okay.” You wrap your arms around him again, rubbing up and down his bare back. You try to pull away again, this time saying something “Don’t want Tanya to come out here and catch you hugging a stranger, probably best we let go now.”

His silence was a thousand words. Then he spoke, “You can’t do that.” He says lowly. You pull away and try to look at his face. “What are you talking about?” You ask, fear filling you again. He looks into your eyes, letting one of his hands slide down to the curve of your ass. You instantly put your hands on his chest and try to push him away. “You can’t be sweet to me and expect me not to like it.” His voice was different now, desperate. He presses his face into your neck, sloppily kissing up to your jaw.

Your heart is beating out of your chest now, and you stop fighting, not wanting to anger him. “You don’t want to cheat on your wife, you’re just drunk.” You try to break through to him. “You don’t know me.” He says, pulling you towards the back yard. “No I don’t, but you seem like a good man, don’t let a drunken mistake ruin what you’ve built for yourself.” You keep trying to persuade him.

“I wasn’t drunk earlier, when I watched you bend over in my living room, dripping wet. I wanted you then, just didn’t say anything.” He says, pressing you against your cousins house. He breathes in your face, and you smell more than beer on his breath, whiskey was pungently invading your nose. “So what? You like me or something?” You ask, confused on where this was going.

“Something like that.” He says, pressing his lips to yours. You’re shocked, you thought you were gonna be able to talk your way out of it. “This isn’t right.” You stop the kiss, nodding towards his trailer. You look between his eyes and try to find some common sense. “Then why does it feel right?” He grabs your hand, forcing you to cup the hard mass in his pants.

You gasp, you’d never felt one before, your virginity not up for debate, you’d never even had a boyfriend. “See, you like it too.” It’s like he’s trying to convince you. You look between him and the houses, searching for a witness. When you couldn’t find a soul, you stop fighting all together. He feels your body relax and takes it as permission to pull your leggings down. “Hey!” You say, but you guess it was too loud for his liking because he covers your mouth with his hand, looking you dead in the eye while his fingers push past your panties and dip inside of you. “You like being scared little girl?” He pulls his hand away from you, licking his fingers and tasting you.

Him reading you like a book was also a turn on. You stay silent, telling him everything he needs to know. He twist your body, pressing your face into the plastic. “Maybe you like it rough too, huh?” He slaps your bare ass, rubbing the raised red welt to soothe it.

You whimper, you’re going to let him have his way with you. If this was the only eventful thing that happens this summer, then what the hell. Tanya wasn’t happy and neither was he, who were you to interfere with destiny?

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cyberchronics · 2 months

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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

jjk men + their love languages

☆ feat. satoru gojo + suguru geto ☆

★ straight up fluff, gn reader, no warnings apply ★

satoru gojo - quality time + gift giving

Satoru loves taking you out on the town. Restaurants, jewelry, clothing... you name It, and he's already dragging you towards the most expensive place in town. It doesn't matter how many times you two go on your weekly tours of Japan's shopping districts, he'll trip over himself for any opportunity to take you out and parade you around like some type of prize.

There's no greater joy to him than laying back on the plush couch in your favorite store and watching as you make yourself his model. He'll complement some clothes and tease you with others, watching with a stupid grin as you coyly ask him to buy the one outfit he seems to like the most as if you don't know he always comes behind you and gets whatever you leave behind.

The price tag is irrelevant. Hell, Satoru couldn't care less about the money he drains from his bank account on a daily basis. What he's focused on is the experience of shopping, the time you two manage to spend bonding over something as stupid as what fabric blend looks the best on your figure (spoilers: his answer is simultaneously all of them and none.)

You always give him the sweetest kiss whenever you two get home, too. Pulling off the sunglasses obscuring his crystalline eyes and cupping his cheek, dragging him down slightly and pressing your lips against his own. It makes him dizzy with love, head swimming with thoughts of you as he cages you against his chest and pulls you into another slow kiss.

suguru geto - quality time + acts of service

It's no secret that Suguru is a busy man. Every day is dedicated to running the cult: attending meetings, planning missions, and chiseling away at his goal bit by bit. The cycle never fails to leave him exhausted, slouched over a cup of coffee as he reads through senseless reports and suggestions that'll end up in the trash right next to the others. Despite the headache that seems to constantly plague him he still finishes as the clock strikes nine. sighing and dragging himself away from work.

If it wasn't for you, he'd be sleeping at his desk every night. But the idea of you all alone in bed makes his heart squeeze, his footsteps heavy as he wills himself to trudge through the streets that always seem to be crowded. He's just happy that you live so close, only a few minutes from his warm embrace at any given moment. It lets him take a short detour to a small bakery nearby, picking you up a treat despite his tiredness.

He knows it's worth it when you jump into his arms, almost knocking the cake to the floor as he's pulled into a hug. You're entirely too high-strung for how late at night it is, peppering kisses all over his face and making him melt against your lips. His only response is a smile, reciprocating the action with a gentle kiss on the top of your head and setting the box on the table.

Suguru can’t help but make himself stay up with you. It feels as if you can ramble on about the smallest things, especially once you spend twenty minutes answering something so simple as “How was your day?” But the last thing on his mind is complaining, even as he struggles to keep his eyes open. Your voice is calming, pulling him to the edges of sleep like the softest lullabies. He’ll feel bad about it in the morning, but his body finally succeeds in making him rest. Hopefully, you'll accept his apology in the form of another present.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

a/n: sorry about the dead air writer's block is a bitch :3 srry this is a little lazy but expect a gojo or choso fic by march + first multipost!! idk if I'll make more but they're nice little drabbles

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skeletonpunching · 1 year

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Buddy Daddies short story

[Translator’s note: This is a short story posted on the Buddy Daddies website, which you could unlock by collecting stickers. It’s set pre-canon, and contains no spoilers.]

Suwa Rei, clad in a black suit, inquired quizzically from the passenger seat, "So it's here today?"

Kurusu Kazuki, in the driver's seat, turned off the car engine as he replied.

"This isn't a job."

"?"

A few months had passed since this homeless freeloader had wound up with Rei. They had also formed quite a dynamic work duo, but Rei still couldn't follow Kazuki's train of thought.

"Then what?"

"There's one thing — just one thing in this world — that I absolutely can't stand. Threadbare T-shirts!"

"Huh?"

"Let's go!"

Kazuki flung the door open and sprang out into the carpark. Right before him, resplendent in the flood of sunlight, stood an enormous shopping mall.

Rei, still in the car, lifted a hand.

"Knock yourself out."

"You're coming too!"

"Ehhh..."

"Who do you think we're buying clothes for? Right now, you don't even have 'clothes to go clothes shopping in', do you? That's why I ended up having to drag you here in your work getup!"

"I'll buy them online."

"Hey. Do you even know your own underwear size?"

"..."

"Got you there, didn't I. Now, come on!"

"...ugh."

Rei begrudgingly hauled himself out of the passenger seat. His hair, pulled back in a ponytail, instantly wilted under the early summer sunbeams.

***

General stores, flower shops, sporting goods stores, cafes, opticians, jewellery shops — all sorts of specialty stores stood proudly in long ranks. The two of them made their way along the gently curving paths. The myriad shopfronts were lined with every imaginable item; with a place like this on hand, you would never want for anything. A pair of grown men might stick out like a sore thumb in a mall like this, but the place was mostly empty on this weekday afternoon, and so there were no curious stares to pursue them. Kazuki made for a menswear store, with his reluctant roommate in tow.

"Aaaaaahhhh!"

A shriek suddenly echoed through the cavernous mall, and they reflexively jerked to a stop. Kazuki whirled towards the source of the voice.

"Noooooo! I want thiiiiiiis!!"

A toddler was plopped down on the ground, clutching a toy tightly. The toddler's mother scowled.

"Don't you have the same one at home?"

"It's nooooot! This — it's not the saaaaame!!"

"Give it back! Put it down!"

It was just a trivial parent-child interaction, but it made Kazuki's breath catch in his throat. A life completely alien to an assassin. A scene that could never be bestowed on him. An everyday existence that lay just out of reach. Those illusions he had long since given up on were now flitting across his mind —

But Kazuki began to walk again, setting one foot stiffly before the other.

Just because he'd given up on a normal life didn't mean he could let himself sink into a sloppy mess.

A worn-out, threadbare T-shirt shouldn't just be treated as the norm. If no one was going to care for you, you should at least look after yourself.

"Huh?"

Just then, it abruptly dawned on Kazuki.

Rei had escaped.

***

Given his profession, he was a dab hand at lockpicking. He was confident it would take him less than thirty minutes to crack all the locks in the store.

In Rei's imaginary shopping mall, a scene took shape, painted by the sound of their cries.

Dogs released from their cages, scampering in packs through the deserted sprawl of the mall. Cats smoothly scaling the clothing racks and curling up on top for an afternoon nap. Rabbits freely gnawing on lighting cables. Tortoises taking a leisurely swim in the plaza fountain. Parrots gliding through the air, adorning the halls with their vivid plumage —

"What are you up to?"

"...nothing."

Rei's hazy fantasies were dispelled by his partner's call.

"Need something from the pet shop?"

"..."

"We're not getting one."

"...I know."

"Yeah, you sure don't look like you know. Listen, in our line of work, there's no way we can be responsible for anyone else's life. Anyway—"

Rei dimly heard Kazuki launch into his lecture. He was used to being ordered around by other people; it was a natural part of his daily life, and so he thought nothing of this sort of incessant chiding. But now Rei found himself subconsciously listening to Kazuki's speech. It even felt... not too bad.

...that's... weird, for me.

Rei muttered under his breath, and the cat before him cocked its head, as if to match.

***

Whoosh! The rail rang out as the fitting room curtain slid open.

"See? That's better, isn't it?"

"Is it?"

Rei's T-shirt was printed with a drawing of a cat in a bowl. It was utterly unbecoming for an assassin. Rei's face, surrounded by his loose hair, also looked somewhat awkward.

"Are you... embarrassed?"

"Not really."

"So, should we put it back?"

"I'm buying it."

Whoosh! The rail rang out as the fitting room curtain slid shut.

Just what kind of poses did that guy strike, when he looked into the mirror? Kazuki stifled a smile, and leaning back against the wall, he called out.

"A real cat's out of the question. So make do with that for now."

"Yeah. This suits me."

Rei's reply, from the other side of the curtain, sounded not entirely displeased.

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writingoddess1125 · 5 months

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Soo I wanted to imput my own culture on this one!

COD Men + König Dating a Jamaican Women

König

• You and König had been together for quite a while. Spending most of your guys relationship in Europe and in his home country.

• But when you make to offer of having him meet your family he is more then happy to accept!

• He didn't expect to take a plane to the tropicals however- Ending up in such a touristy area at first. Till you lead him off the beaten bath to a much more rural area to introduce him to your family.

• They are a but surprised at first, seeing such a large man. However accept him with open arms- Your Mummy especially.

• You handed your mother her drink, watching her as she looked at the new member of the family who was seated playing cards with your cousin- The shorts She'd bought clearly being a size too small to fit him comforbly.

• It was like she got the son she wanted the most- Immediately having him change into more comforble clothes. Fed him, and forced you to walk him around the prettiest parts of town.

• "Why does it feel like my Mum likes you more then me!?"

• Konig could only laugh at this and shyly disagree.

• However after your Mum took him shopping since she felt like he didn't have the proper clothes he couldn't disagree further.

• He absolutely adores the beaches of your home and spends so much time swimming he gets a golden tan in a short amount of time.

• "Gonna need to order some better shorts" You mumbled- not wanting him to have a wardrobe malfunction while around your family. Your mother laughing at this and patting your hip- "Wen yuh climb tall trees yuh get langggg branches-"

• "MUMMY!"

Gaz

• You decided that it was time for Gaz to meet your family, wanting to take that extra step together.

• They are so excited to meet him they start chattering away immediately- However Gaz figures out very quickly...

• He is more then thrilled. Having wanted to take that next step with you for quite a while- So when the plan arrived at your home he was so happy to see your family there to meet you and him there.

• He doesn't know what the fuck they are saying-

• They had accidently assumed he knew Patwah and were corrected by you quickly. Since they assumed he was Jamaican like you-

• "Wait it's not just an accent?" Gaz asks softly to you, Which leads to you explaining that it's a Creole language called Patwah.

• Your Aunty however seemed to take the liking to Kyle the most. Seeing him as great husband potential for you- As well as dropping 'hints' about a wedding. Which was amusing since she had the thickest of accents out of your entire family.

• "Kyle lov, Wi wud waan (Y/N) married yah inna di yard. A nuh eh ah luk gud place tuh marry an av babies?" (Kyle Love, we would want married here at home. Isn't it a pretty place to marry and have babies? )

• Gaz didn't know what she said per say- But he did year the word Married and Babies.

• He does have a blast however, going out dancing with you, drinking with your family and having a grand time- But most was being fed near constantly.

• "Nyam up Maaga bwoy" (eat up skinny boy)

• Gaz was satted there in the kitchen of your family home, Staring as your Aunty adds another massive scoop of Rice and Peas to his growing plate. Filled delicious foods he could only dream of back home.

• It seemed like there was no escape from this pleasurable hell- and he couldn't be happier

• Gaz nodded obediently as he took up more rice on his fork and continued to eat. You trying to tell your aunty to not force feed your boyfriend.

Soap

• You bring up wanting Johnny to meet your family after officially meeting his- Seeing how it would be fair and should be a fun experience.

• Seems he found his people-

• Of course he is more then willing! Seeing it as a fun get away as well-

• When he arrives his naturally cheery personality wins over your family quickly. Ends up having a blast with them the first day and eats so much he almost gets suck.

• There is a mild language barrier- However it was overcome rather quickly.

• Your cousin seemed to absolutely ADORE Johnny. Taking the two of you out to clubs and different bars around the area.

• "We should buy a place out here- for times like this" He said, Leaning against you as the two of you walk back to your families house.

• Finds out quickly that it's relatively cheap in parts and having his nice military paychecks went a lloonnggg way here.

• Adsolutely loves the drinks. The Ginger beer, the Red Strike, Sorrel.

• Adores them honestly!

• This man has met other half it seems as bottles seem to rain around him.

• "Yu Drunk?" Your cousin calls out to Johnny who is dancing against you with a bright smile on his face.

• "A'm Blootert!" He shouts. His accent so strong its funny-

• Johnny ends up so drunk, he's locked arms with your cousin, seated under the romada singing some imaginary song they had made up together.

Ghost

• You take the opportunity to get your hair braided as well- seeing how for once you don't have to pay an arm and a leg for it.

• It takes a lot of convincing on your part to get Simon to come meet your family. You'd been dating more then long enough and he finally agrees one day-

• However he still wears some form of mask- in his case a skull face mask that is still breathable while keeping him covered.

• Your family was a bit apprehensive of Simon of first- surprised by such a brooding figure you'd dragged with you.

• That was till your father stepped forward and welcomed Simon with open arms. Which lead to the rest of the family also being warm and welcoming-

• Simon accepts this and goes along with the kind greetings from everyone.

• Simon tags along, which surprises you. Ends up asking the hair dresser questions constantly.

• "Wah mek yu deh ask suh much?" Your hairdresser staps a bit-

• "I want to learn how- do I can help her do her hair or our future children's" He says bluntly and truthfully.

• Wins over the whole Salon just like that.

• He has never met a group so God damn stubborn then your family- He can refuse all he wants but ends up being given or dragged some place.

• Getting a step by step on how to do different braids by the nice women at the Salon who baby him- even buying him lunch too.

• The soilder taking the day with your father. The two just enjoying the day together- Simon even smoking with him a little which made him relax more then he expected (You weren't there to tell him-)

• Didn't want a drink- Now has 4 he has finished. Refused an addional plate of food?- He had 3 more and some fruit.

• The only person who wasn't pushy was your father. Who was as stoic and laid back as Simon.

• Simon enjoyed the relaxing time with your Father- The two sitting on the front patio with their drinks sipping away as they occasionally chatted.

• This day being the same, When Simon got up prepared to be dragged to a other fun active place. But instead your father waving him over to sit with him.

• Looking to you as you just nod for him to go do as he pleased-

Price

• By the time you came back, Both men were actually chuckling at some sort of joke together. That night you looking to Simon who laid in bed with you shocked-

• "My Dad actually likes you-" You say in disbelief. Simon only nodding and smiling at your words.

• By the next morning he is as red as a Tomato and sunburned to high hell.

• John is willing to meet your family. Finding it would he a nice holiday and fun overall since he hadn't been to the Caribbeans since he was first in the military.

• When arriving he did notice some stares, since he was so clearly military and learned the distrust was real.

• But your family was open to him in extending that olive branch to him.

• Your uncle however- took some convincing. Which ended up getting John hazed of sorts.

• "Mek wi si wah yu gat Brit-" Your uncle Said with a grin. John of course accepting a challenge. From drinking, Dancing and more. Which ended up with the two shit talking each other-

• By the end of the night John and your Uncle were as thick as thieves.

• John even proud of the hand rolled cigarettes your uncle had given him.

• "Don't take his cigarettes-" You say calmly. Taking the homemade rolled cigarette from your boyfriend and handing him a packed one instead.

• While you were with some of your cousins catching up John sat out on a chair with your Uncles and cousins. The group smoking cigars and cigarettes and chatting away.

• Seemed time was lost on the both of you as John sat out in the sun far too long. Ignoring the reddening of his skin-

• Your poor Boyfriend tho-

• "Fuck-k" John mutters, wincing as he sits down with his arms held out. Your uncle laughing at him-

• You spend the evening rubbing Aloe in his skin and fanning his skin to help ease the burn.

• "Burned noice an criss Hm?" Your uncle said with a laugh making John give a fake glare at the old man.

• "Ah fuck ya you old geezer-" John winced out making the men around him laugh hard at his suffering.

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Tracklist:

40 Years Super Hot Body Ready for Party • Aries Taurus Gemini Cancer Leo Virgo Libra and Scorpio Sagittarius Capricorn Aquarius Pisces Fart Song • Butterflies Scared My Cat When I Was Burping in Your Face on Wednesday Morning • Drunk Log out with Spooky Music Settings on My Firm Tits Pictures • Grandpa Says Fuck While Grandma Screams What Repeated Several Times • Grumpy Trumpy Python Toddler Taxi with False News and Emotions • Hugging Blood Thirsty Vampires with a Transylvanian Accent and Slapped Butts • I Farted as an Official Statement Against Global Warming, Expressing My Worries! • I’m Handsome When Wearing a Bag on My Head, Said the Horny Motherfuckers Politely • Is That Cellulite or Just Your Ugly Face? • Kindergarten Farting Fanfare Discussed with Disgusting Asian Clay Warriors Terracotta Song • Leaking Ladies Xylophone Solo Learning with Lusty Lashes Song • Lisping on Penis Peyote Creaking Mirth Radio, Let’s Lisp! Song • Lowering My Filthy Boobs to the Height of Your Curly Chest Hair with Freckles • Mom’s Cleaning Closet Looks Like a Women’s Porn Stash • My Gay Expense Combination Password Gore Seeking Battle Was Sinning • My Hangover Got Hung over by a Hung Guy from Hungary • My Horoscope Sign Is Poop and Yours Is Farts • Nearly Touching Myself with Your Girlfriend’s Hands While Doing the Dishes • Peeing a Farting Swearing Shouting and Pooping in Different Languages Made Me Famous Song • Petite Girls Liked My Fat Farts in Skinny Jeans with Justice • Pooping a Masterpiece in the Little Boys Room on National TV Broadcast • Puerto Del Penis Summer Holiday with Topless Sun Bathing and Surfing Fun • Puking Girls Are Holding Each Others Hair While Selling Butter to Pregnant Vomiting Men • Real Sharks Was a Great Accessory for My Swimming Pool Party Massacre • Relaxing Music for Penis Boys and Vagina Girls, I Have Money Cash, Yes! • Rescuing My Penis from Your Vagina at the Last Minute, Whoah! • Scary Music and Naked Ladies Cemetery Collection Flickering Through Growth • Shaking Sausages in the Men’s Room and Dangling Coconuts • Short Temper Anus Removal with Lipstick on the Collar • Shouting Poopers to Girls While a Crying Man Is Pooping Poop, How Adorable Screaming Babies Are! • Silly Talking Childish Macho Man Thanking Prayers for God’s Food Yes Hello! • Skinny Bitch, Fat Bitch, Rich Bitch, Poor Bitch, All Bitches Poop! • Smelling That Pussy in the Air at the Private Night Club Farting Room • Smudging Chocolate over the Toilet, So Everyone Would Think I Pooped • Sneaking Beans into Your Butthole While U Talk to a Handsome Stranger • Snuggling in Satan’s Satin Sheets with Shattered Dreams and No Boner Song • Solitary Fighting My Big Toe with the Desolate Strangler • Spoiling Desert by Pulling Your Finger Thirteen Times in a Row • Strolling with Morning Wood in the Woods While Mourning to This Song • Stutter and Chinese Food Destroyed My Artwork in the Toilet Bowl Coffee Shop • Sunny Morning Boner at the Beach Gym Towel Rental Song • Surprisingly Soft Boobs on the Milf Statue in the Garden of Jugs, Oh It Was Your Mom Sorry! •

Taming My Daughter’s Boyfriend with Booze and Fists of Agony • Teleporting My Cock to the Urinals Hurts When Peeing Penis Action • That Penis Is Not Mine, Stop Accusing Me of Curing Your Cancer! What • The Brothel Cup Cake Dispenser Had a Variety of Chocolate Brownies Too • The Giggling Killer Was Invited for Tea and Mustard with a Former Laughing Idiot • The Headache Fuckers with Migraine Were Chopping Fucking Painkillers • The Itchy Vampire Vagina Was a Gothic Curse from Medieval Times Song • The Lying Bitch Hermit Ducking Group Was Insisting on Bitch Slaps • The Penis Teens Shouting Squad Declared War on the Vagina Milfs Departure • The Pussy Cock Was Meowing and Cock-a-Doodle-Dooing with Glance • The Singing Orgy Group Remembered My Fancy Birthday Party, Super! • The Sock on My Penis Shook the Genuine Spokesman While Crying Song • The Syphilis Motown Singers Were Blowing Deranged Adultery at Me Song • The Toy Collector’s Mature Attitude Otter Raised Homeland Security Breach • The Triangle of Pussy and Clipping Smoothies Burping Smootch • Typical Asian Food Poured into the Purse of an European Hooker Prostitute Igloo • Under Water Farting Wiz Nick Y Minaj Naked Twerking Shower Saloon Barf Thong • Updating My Profile Picture While Pooping Macaroni with Japanese Subtitles • Using Mother´s Panther Underwear Because of Broken Shopping Bag to the Store • Washing Hamburgers with Dirty Sauce in Leather Pants While Howling • What Ugly Shit on Your Finger! Oh, It’s Your Wedding Ring? It’s Very Nice! • Whistling and Farting a Heavenly Polyphonic Song for Dying Virgins • Violin Licking Sounds by a Hard Baritone Dick Song Licker • Young Girls Selling Old Men´s Boxers in Thongs with Soulful Tutti-Frutti • Your Butthole Swallowed My Telephone, Will It Come out from the Mouth Then? • Your Mom´s Butt Massage Seems Innocent at First, Before Handing out Religious Leaflets

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#hyltta-polls #polls #artist: pooping poop poopers and shouting girls crying man #language: english #decade: 2010s #Novelty #tw gross #tw unsanitary #tw feces #ask to tag bc i feel like this needs more but dont know what

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thebisexualdogdad · 9 months

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Can you do more sugar baby evan x sugar daddy male reader

Sugar baby!Evan Buckley x Sugar daddy!male reader

● you met Evan at a bar known for sugar babies looking to find sugar daddies

● he had talked to a few men throughout the night but as soon as he saw you he knew exactly what he wanted

● "haven't seen you around here before," You say when you hand him another glass of the drink you had seen him drinking all night

● "I'm new in town and looking to meet new people"

● "well then why don't we go somewhere more private and get to know each other"

● you got to know each other very well that night

● in just a matter of weeks Evan was enjoying all the benefits of being your sugar baby

● fancy dinners at the most exclusive restaurants while dressed in the nicest suit and ties

● shopping sprees with your credit card

● a brand new luxury car

● and weekend getaways on your private jet

● Evan absolutely loves the water

● he does laps every morning in your pool that overlooks the city

● he always gets out of the pool like a damn model (sometimes he's wearing a very tight speedo and sometimes he's wearing nothing at all)

● which leads to plenty of hot morning sex

● he loves day trips out on your yacht

● not only does he get to go for a swim in the ocean but he also gets pampered by all your staff

● and his favorite vacations are those that are beachside

● Evan loves his designer robe you got him

● he's always sending you pictures of him wearing it, teasing you with his exposed chest

● you'll be in a meeting at work in the middle of the afternoon and you'll get a picture of him with the caption 'just woke up, still thinking of all the fun we had last night''

● he has a huge following on social media

● his thirst traps have accumulated a lot of attention from other sugar babies who want to be like him and sugar daddies who want to date him

● he also posts a lot of pictures bragging about all the expensive gifts you give him

● of course he has plenty of skimpy lingerie he wears for you

● you come home from work and he's walking around your house in just a thong (occasionally paired with a matching corset)

● Evan has the stamina to go all night in the bedroom

● and his oral skills are out of this world

● he will happily spend hours between your legs making you cum again and again

● he knows how much you love his tits and his ass

● so he loves to tease you by showing off his best assets especially in public

● wearing short shorts or tight pants that make his ass look even bigger

● and mesh shirts that you can see his tits through

● you can't even count how many public places you've fucked him in because he makes it so impossible to keep your hands off of him

● Evan spends a lot of time at the gym, you have a home gym in your mansion but he likes going to a private gym with lots of other rich guys you know and make them jealous that they aren't the lucky one dating him

● you get so many texts from them begging to let them take your baby out on a date

● you asked Evan once if it was something that he would be interested in

● but his response was "You're the only daddy that I need"

#911 imagine #evan buckley imagine #evan buckley x reader #x male reader #headcanons

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themultifandomgal · 6 months

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Shelby Clan- A New Shelby Member

While the men were away at war, YNs father died from a gunshot wound, but not only that her mother passed away from heartbreak. This caused YN to end up in care at the age of 14. Thankfully though that didn't last long though. Polly Gray decided to adopt the sweet, shy, quiet girl.

For the next next year, YN struggles to get close to Ada because of how loud she is, however Finn and YN get on well making YN feel comfortable. That all changes when Arthur, Tommy and John come home. YN finds it hard to fit into the loud rambunctious family. Now YN is 15 years old, she's still shy and quiet, nothing like her new family.

YN sits in the kitchen reading a book while the family tuck into their breakfast

"YN put that book down at the table" Polly scolds placing some food in front of her

"Sorry Polly" the shy girl says placing her book down making Finn laugh

"After breakfast I'd like you to head down to the market get us some more bread and milk"

"I'll send Isaiah with her" Tommy says. Out of all the Shelby's Tommy is the most protective of YN. They all are, but Tommy is the one who most protective

"She'll be fine Tommy"

"I'll still send Isaiah with her"

"YN eat up" Polly says again knowing there's not point arguing with Tommy because either way Isaiah will be going with YN.

"You cousins are protective of you aren't they" Isaiah says walking down the street with YN

"Adoptive cousins. And yes" YN quietly chuckles

"Got a new girl Isaiah!" a boy shouts towards the pair laughing. YN immediately lowers her head, looking at the floor

"Just ignore them"

"Oh come on. Why don't you share?" YN then feels a hand on her arm making her gasp

"Let her go" Isaiah says sternly

"Come on let's go, she's a Shelby" another guy says

"Yeah only adopted by then. She's just a sad little orphan. Forget it. Have her" Isaiah pulls YN away, instead of going to the market he takes her home knowing that she already has tears pricking her eyes.

Unfortunately for YN this guy doesn't leave her alone. She's subjected to being bullied at school and on the way home from school, but YN refuses to tell anyone what's going on. Polly can tell something is going on with her, she tries to talk to her, but YN pretends she's ok.

On the way home from school YN takes a short cut down by the canal

"Oi YN!" YN lifts her head up to see the same guys who have been bullying her since that day at the market. Her feet move quickly under her feet trying to get home as quick as possible "hang where do you think your going?" hands grab on her arms

"Please let me go"

"Haven't got your boyfriend here to help you now" the boy laughs

"Please don't hurt me" YN pulls away

"I think she needs a cool down don't you?" another boy chuckles

"No no please I can't swim" YN now yells with tears running down her face

"Aww what a shame" and with that YN is pushed into the cut. Slashing about and spluttering she tries to keep her head above water as best she can. Little do the boys know that Finn was playing down by the cut and saw the whole thing. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him and bursts into the betting shop where his brothers all are

"Tom" he breathes out catching everyone's attention "Tom it's YN. She's in the cut, she can't swim" Tommy look at John and Arthur signalling for them to follow him and Finn.

When they arrive they see a tired looking YN struggling to stay afloat while a group of boys are stood laughing. Tommy takes off his hat and wast coat jumping into the water without a thought

"You think this is fucking funny?!" Arthur yells walking over to the boys "your lucky your kids because if you weren't..."

"Arthur!" John yells "let's take you home to your parents" John and Arthur take the boys by their ears as Tommy pulls a shivering YN out of the water

"Let's get you home eh?"

"What the bloody hell happened!" Polly yells seeing YN with wet hair sat by the fire with a blanket around her shoulders

"YN has failed to tell us that she's being bullied at school. Today some of her classmates decided to push her into the cut. Thankfully Finn was there, came to get us"

"Where are your brothers?"

"Taking the idiots home" Polly then sighs

"Ok well let's get you into a warm bath" YN gives her adoptive mum a nod before following her.

Yes she's different from the Shelby's, but this only went to show how much they all see her as part of their family.

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders reader #tommy shelby #john shelby #arthur shelby #polly gray #finn shelby #micheal grey

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lovewavessurfshop · 1 year

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#surf shop #surf paradise #swim shorts #mens wetsuits sale

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starryeyedadmirer · 8 months

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I told the twins not to spend too much time by the sea… that there were things out in those waters that would make them wish they hadn’t stayed around… bad things, that preyed on boys like them… but those two knuckleheads thought that they knew better than I did…

An old, weathered sailor doesn’t have much activity going on upstairs… not in the eyes of young bucks like them. I’m a lunatic… nothing more than a battered lighthouse, trying to shed what little light I have left on unsuspecting passersby… but nobody ever listens to the old sailor.

I wasn’t all that surprised when I saw those two boys wading out in the shallows, with the rest of the young knuckleheads — gazing at the distant horizon, and standing as still as an army of statues… the salty water risen up to their chests. Those… those things that live in the deep blue… they sing to us men — put us under some kind of spell… a musical trance. It never fails to lure us in… never. Those creatures wait until they’ve got us all packed together in the water… feel our vibrations, or something like that… and swim up to the shore. They’re ugly as all hell… but they disguise themselves well, and talk real sweet. Before we know what’s coming, they stuff our bellies full with their eggs, plug our backsides up with some kind of mucus concoction — so that we can’t even pass wind without making a mess in our swim-shorts — and disappear beneath the waves, never to be seen again. It’s like something out of a movie, when you know what you’re looking at… but most folks can’t tell what’s really going on.

Those things are making more of themselves… that’s what they’re doing. Reproducing, with the use of our bodies, and multiplying everyday.

I tried to tell those boys about the big-bellied men… how they come out from the waves all swollen and round… and the blue and green babies that I see crawling out into the tide every morning. Those scaly little creatures with no legs, racing to the shoreline like freshly hatched sea turtles.

The twins both think I’m crazy… but they’re as wrong as a fish with three eyes… just like everyone else on the god-forsaken beach. Now, their bellies are just as full as mine used to be… pregnant with amphibious, hybrid eggs. They’ll be rid of them by sunrise tomorrow… empty, and starving for something good to eat. Maybe they’ll pass them in their sleep… or wake up to the feeling of sharp labor pains in their guts, and the horrible sight of fish eggs falling out of their asses.

I know how the births happen, firsthand. I’ve been pregnant at least a dozen times since I set up shop out here… doing some hands-on researching on the beginning of their life cycle. The guys get knocked up, wake up the next morning with deflated stomachs, and spend their hard earned money on overpriced beachside cuisine… keeping every eatery on this cursed coastline in business.

#starry eyes #quick write #grayson dolan #grayson dolan mpreg #grayson dolan belly/tummy #ethan dolan #ethan dolan mpreg #ethan dolan belly/tummy #✨shhhh… there are babies in there✨#✨they look so cute with baby bumps✨#mpreg fic

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assjuice4ever · 9 months

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I just love the idea of Gojo and reader being soulmates who keeps getting reincarnated (in reality my OC but I wrote it with the reader)

ONE LIFE TIME ISN'T ENOUGH

Part 1/Part 2

It was the Yayoi period when they met for the first time.

He was fifteen years old and he was already the capoclan of a sea tribe. All the man were tall, with dark skin, burned by the sun, with dark hairs and eyes. They were strong, they dominated the sea and the near land, destroying and burning down neighboring tribes. He stood like a God in the middle of his men, stronger than all of them, with blue eyes that didn't look like the sky, white hair and skin, as a snow flake in the middle of an ash field.

No man was able to win against him, no curse was able to stop him. They called him God and he acted like one.

He was only fifteen and his name wasn't Gojo Satoru but he was him. He was at the top of the world.

He met her in war.

His clan was attacking a tribe, the clan of his future wife, choosen by his father, was attacked by them and it was his duty to extract revenge even if he didn't care about them.

There was war, blood dripping down men, screams, women and children crying and then somebody started a fire. It was like the gods decided to destroy the whole word by burning down everything, it looked like a divine punishment. And she was standing in the middle of it. He thought she was a god of war, fighting in the middle of the fire, face covered in blood, shooting arrow killing his men and the other clan men one after the other. Who was she?

He walked in the fire circle and fought against her and for the first time he felt alive, while watching her vibrant eyes and the smile on her lips. He never had so much fun before in a fight.

The two fought all night, all day, until the next morning when they stoped, no one else was around, all run away from the fire but them.

And then they start to meet there again and again, to fight, to talk, to run on the woods and swim on the river.

And then on the day of his wedding he run away with her, not caring about anyone else in the world, not his clan nor his responsibility. She was the only thing that had value on his life.

It was the most beautiful time of his life, being free and wild, living only by themselves, going from clan to clan together, and being with her. Nothing else in the world mattered.

They created another clan, with strong people, sorcerer helping them fight curse and they were getting paid by the tribes with food, a sleeping place and whatever they needed. People acted as if they were God and they felt like one.

And then the world crushed into him when he realized how mortal they were, the blood coming from her while crying, the baby growing in her slowly killing her from the inside. She fought with nail and teeth, renouncing to her own powers just to keep the baby alive, for him, because he needed a son.

She slowly died between his arms and he cried day and night, holding her to his heart while she grow weaker and weaker. They promised to each other to meet in the next life and to be happy again.

The second time they met was during the Kofun period. She was the daughter of a blacksmith, he was the best and she was secretly learning from him. A queue of men was always out of the shop, watching her and trying to make her fall for them. And then he, Satoru, arrived. His name was different but it was him. He had eyes like the sky, and plush pink lips. He was a samurai and a sorcerer, while she was a sorcerer and a blacksmith like her father.

He saw her working and he decided that he wanted a sword made by her. He came by every single day, tormenting her and pestering her on how he wanted his sword.

Every single one of her sword didn't work for him, too light, to heavy, too long and too short, and yet he wanted one made by her.

It took her twenty years to do the perfect sword, one he wanted to use.

He accepted it on his death bed, laughing and coughing about how finally she learned how to make a good sword, one he could use. Her last word to him was to tell him how annoying he was and how one say she will get back to him, and he laughed before telling her that he hoped to have this fun again in his next life.

The third time they met was in the Asuka period. He was a warrior in search of fame and fortune, fighting curses and men, to be known as the strongest. People were starting to tell legends about him, a man so beautiful that people had to close their daughter in their house, who looked like the first winter snow and as strong as the storm. He met you when he decided to destroy the terrible band of rogue who was destroying the south of Japan, attacking clans and tribes, fighting the Yamada clan, taking their food and money away, killing their men. People talked about monster and demon, yet not a lot of curses where there.

When he went to destroy all the brigands there he met her, with wild hair and a long scar on her face. She laughed at his face before fighting him, he won but he was unable to kill her. And after that day he always had to put up with her.

Wherever he traveled she followed, taking horror and terror with her. When he slept she tried to assassinate him. When he ate she tried to poison him. When he showered his water was always incredibly cold. When he got undressed his clothes disappeared.

It was the most annoying thing in his life.

They fought, and fought and fought. He would have been lying if he said it wasn't funny to fight against her.

And then she died in the battlefield, nor because the enemy was too strong but to protect his son. He said to her that she would protect her in another life while she answered to him that in another life she hoped they could fight alongside.

The fourth time they met was during the Heian period. A struggle of power was going on between the emperor sons, and yet he didn't have to fight as he was not a soldier but a sorcerer. He was taking car of curses destroying village in his clan territory when he stopped near the soldiers to talk with them, knowing curse were going to rise up there. During the night an attack was carried out, the soldier were killed by arrows so silently that he could have missed them if not for his eyes. Then he searched for the killer, her. She was beautiful and angry, as if her face was a mask.

He decided not to fight but to follow her out only of interest and he learned how she was the leader of a group of farmers, not warriors, and she was putting them in harm way even if she was an hunderd time stronger than them.

It was dishonourable or so he thought until she heard her speech to women and men, until he heard her anger and she undressed in front of everybody to tell them how her body was destroyed by that men, how they needed to kill to save themselves and how even dying in battle was better than that. Everybody listened as if it was the emperor himself talking to them.

And they fought and killed and died. Leaving only her standing to fight again. And he decided to help. Maybe because he was touched or maybe because she looked as if fire was in her vein. They fought, and fought again. And then when they got older, he claimed the land for his clan, letting her live there, asking her to stop fighting but she didn't listen. They ended the fight when he died by the end of a Shikigami, him destroying it to protect her.

They promised each other to be friend in their next life.

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #jjk men #gojo x oc #jjk men x reader #gojo #gojo satoru x you #gojo x you

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memestockpile · 4 months

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the passion (1987) feel free to change as needed.

odd to be so governed by an appetite.

he liked me because i am short.

i can manage.

the others call me a dandy.

i'm telling you stories. trust me.

do it from the heart or not at all.

we're a lukewarm people for all our feast days and hard work.

will you kill people, [name]?

new to it, lad? don't be afraid.

what is luck but the ability to exploit accidents?

perhaps all romance is like that.

help me, you bitch.

what happened to your head?

you're like i was.

christ said he came not to bring peace but a sword, remember that.

i have a way with priests.

do you ever think of your childhood?

never talk happiness with a philosopher.

dinner's ready.

i like my anonymity.

time is a great deadener.

i don't care about the facts, [name], i care about how i feel.

i take what there is and i've stopped asking questions about where it comes from.

walking in the dark is like swimming underwater, except you can’t come up for air.

aristocrats are not relevant.

i'd never take a woman without giving her time to comb her hair.

then you'll come as my friend.

this year is slipping away and it will never return.

they say that every snowflake is different.

there is only the present and nothing to remember.

wherever love is, i want to be.

found it behind the altar. they always keep a good drop for themselves.

the body shuts down when it has too much to bear.

rumor has it that the inhabitants of this city walk on water.

with faith, all things are possible.

there's no knife can get through that.

i don't hate the french. i ignore them.

beware the dice and games of chance.

i come from a hairy family.

it suits you.

darkness and death are not the same. the one is temporary, the other is not.

you see, i am no stranger to love.

my heart is a reliable organ.

there are stranger things.

religion is somewhere between fear and sex.

bridges join but they also separate.

i never go to confession.

god doesn't want us to confess, he wants us to challenge him.

anything now to relieve the ache.

learn to look after yourself. don't rely on the good natures of others.

how intimate would you like to be with god?

lovers are not at their best when it matters.

i can't make love to you, but i can kiss you.

i'm surprised at myself talking in this way.

i never take off my boots away from home.

gambling is not a vice, it is an expression of our humanness.

in spite of what the monks say, you can meet god without getting up early.

you belonged. i envied you that.

i never tell a lie, but i don't tell the truth to everyone.

if you should leave me, my heart will turn to water and flood away.

there's no such thing as a limited victory.

watching my comrades die was not the worst thing about that war, it was watching them live.

not much touches us, but we long to be touched.

only then can you begin to survive.

not all men are as fortunate as ulysses.

what you risk reveals what you value.

i was bored.

such games are better not played at all.

the world is surely wide enough to walk without fear.

what are you running away from?

this is the price we agreed.

the women, they're always the clever ones.

love can survive.

death in battle seems glorious when you are not in battle.

beware of old enemies in new disguises.

you can stay with us.

men are violent. that’s all there is to it.

what's paris? just a few boulevards and some expensive shops.

don't tempt the spirits.

there are stories i could tell you that would make your hair stand on end.

i keep it for luck.

you can do that when you're dead.

i want to make my own mistakes. die in my own time.

greatness is hard to be sensible about.

saints love to be whipped.

i don't want anything to do with you.

it's none of your business.

it will be easier if you come with me now.

you must protect what you have won.

no sane man would live like that.

you must stay here until i am ready for you.

do you know what you're doing?

you've grown up.

will you stay?

i have heard that when a duckling opens its eyes, it will attach itself to whatever it first sees, duck or not.

i stay here by choice.

i find the air much the same in every country.

one battlefield is very like another.

you don't believe me? go and see for yourself.

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ikeromantic · 9 months

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Entwined, Ch. 9

Part 9 of a multipart series. Mai has been reborn in the modern age after a full life in the Sengoku. The warlords as spirit animals find her again after 500 years of searching for her soul. Approx. 2700 words.

Part 1

Previous: Part 8

“Did you have a good chat with your friend?” Mai asked as they made their way down the beach. There were only a few people out and about. An old man sunning himself. A mom and her two children splashing in the surf. A one-eyed kitty sat on the nearby dock, tail swishing. They nearly had the whole beach all to themselves.

He gave her a sidelong look. “I did.”

“Thanks for the clothes, by the way. You didn’t need to buy all this for me.”

“Don’t worry about it. There is no other way I’d rather spend my money.” He gave her a warm smile. “I owe you for taking up your time this afternoon anyway.”

She shook her head. “No. No. I did need the break. And I haven’t been to the beach in awhile.”

Mitsuhide nodded instead of responding with one of his usual quips.

There was so much in his expression that she could not read. Mai wanted to ask him about his teasing earlier. About his conversation with Motonari. And what he knew of her headaches and the strange dreams that invaded even her waking hours. The words were there on the tip of her tongue, but she found herself unable to speak them. As if some fear held her silent. Fear, perhaps, of learning a truth she wasn’t ready to accept, or hearing a lie she could not stomach.

“Let’s swim,” she said instead. It was still a bit cool out to be in the water, but she didn’t care. A feeling of recklessness burst over her. A sudden desire to do something, anything. To move, even if that motion changed nothing about her situation.

“Alright, little mouse.” He ruffled her hair playfully, his humor back in full force.

They found a spot to set their things and changed in the nearby dressing rooms. Mai was tempted to put back on the white and gold bathing suit just to see if it had the same effect a second time around, but self preservation won out and she wore the blue one instead.

Mitsuhide was already waiting for her on a blanket spread over the sand. He was wearing a pair of loose swim trunks. They were white, with curling blue lines up the sides that emphasized how low they rode his hips. Her eyes were drawn to the line of soft, white-blond hair that led in a trail beneath his bellybutton to the waist band of the shorts.

Mai felt her mouth go dry at the sight. There was something intolerably sexy about the V of a man’s hips, and on Mitsuhide it was . . . delicious was the only word that came to her mind. She had to take a breath and make her heart calm down. This was not the way she was supposed to feel about a client - or a friend. And he had someone else, she reminded herself. He just liked to tease her.

He seemed to catch the look in her eyes as she saw him, and his smile grew wider. “Do you approve? I know I didn’t model for you at the shop, but I didn’t think I needed to. Men’s swim trunks are all the same, no?”

“No,” she said breathily and then coughed and said it again in a more normal tone. “The - the seams. The fit. Uhm.” Mai cleared her throat again. How did he have this effect? She saw countless men in their underwear during fittings and when taking measurements. And she’d had boyfriends. Not a lot, but enough to be immune to - to abs. And that pelvic V. And the delicate platinum hairs that caught the light. And that little freckle on his left hip . . .

“Uhm?” He laughed. “Technical sewing term?”

“Yep. Yeah.” Holy cats, she thought. This was entirely unfair. She wished she’d decided to come out in the white and gold suit, just to even things up.

“You look great in that one.” Mitsuhide gave her an appreciative look. “The blue suits you.”

“Mmm.” She noticed it matched the blue on his shorts. “It looks like we coordinated.”

“Oh? What a coincidence.”

The way he said it made her doubt that very much, but she decided not to make anything out of it. He was just teasing her again. Flirting. He probably acted like that with a lot of girls he worked with. Nothing special. Mai told herself that, and almost believed it. But even with those thoughts swirling in her mind, she couldn’t help but feel special as he took her hand and led her out into the surf.

The water wasn’t as cold as she’d expected it to be. A little cooler than the air, she thought, as it surged up her bare legs and splashed her thighs. She stumbled a bit as the tide pulled at her ankles.

“Careful little mouse. The currents can catch you if you aren’t paying attention.”

“I know. This is the same beach I used to come to with my parents. And I swim here sometimes with Asami and Kaiya.” She splashed him with her free hand, and he let go of her to splash her back.

“Cruel vixen. I wasn’t going to start a war with you, but now you’ve done it.” He laughed and sent a jet of water toward her from his fist.

Mai tried to dodge but ended up catching most of it on her chest. “Oooh I am going to get you for that!” She sent a wave of water at him, which he didn’t even try to dodge. The droplets beaded and ran down his skin like little sunlit gems. Which wasn’t fair, she thought. Water absolutely did not do that on her skin.

They kept the splash battle going until a wave got them both and knocked Mai completely into the water. Mitsuhide helped her up, chuckling as she spluttered. “In your state, I think it’s only fair to call a truce.”

“I accept,” she grinned, pushing her wet hair out of her face.

After that, they floated for a bit, and swam, and then sat on the beach and talked about silly things. Favorite movies and music and what kind of pet they would get if they could have any pet in the world.

“I’d get . . . a little mouse,” Mitsuhide grinned.

“Oh come on. Be serious! You could have any animal in the world and you would want a mouse?” She rolled her eyes. “I can tell you’re teasing me again. God, you are so evil!”

“Evil? Never.” He laughed. “You are just underestimating how adorable a mouse can be. Brave, even though her little heart is pounding in fear. Her eyes, big and wide and gentle, her pink little nose wiggling. And her soft little feet!”

“You know, I almost believe you.” Mai sighed.

Mitushide turned, stretching. He rolled his shoulders, the muscles of his back bunching and relaxing as they sent water droplets dancing down his skin. “So what about you,” he asked, looking at her over his shoulder.

Mai pulled her eyes away with some effort. “I - I don’t know. I’ve always thought koalas were cute but they sleep all the time. I guess I’d want a pet I can cuddle and play with. Like a red panda. Or a fox. They’re cute.”

“A fox, hm? And what would you do with your little fox pet, if you had one?” His smile looked somehow smug, as if he’d wanted her to give that answer.

“I don’t know. Take him for walks? Curl up with him in my lap and watch tv? Normal pet stuff.” She sighed. “I guess I should dream bigger. Like a bear or a tiger. Or a horse! I could ride him.”

“Overrated.” Mitsuhide sniffed. “Stick with the fox. You’ll have more fun. They are very playful animals.”

She laughed. “True.” Then Mai paused, a question bubbling out of her before she thought about it. “How did you know to make the marks you did? At the fitting?”

Mitsuhide shrugged. “Why is it so important to you?”

“Because those are - those are mine. I made them up in college so people couldn’t easily steal my designs. I’ve never taught them to anyone.” There was the tug again in her chest, insistent.

His eyes narrowed in thought. Mitsuhide replied with a flat tone, though his eyes shone. “I told you a master never reveals his secrets.”

“Oooh I should have known you wouldn’t be serious!” She growled in frustration. “Let me see if I can figure it out. Maybe . . . you studied them when I was doing the design and fittings for your play. That’s it, isn’t it?” It was the only thing that made sense to her, though Mai could not imagine someone putting in the time and effort to do so. And for what? So he could surprise her with it today? That was unhinged.

“I suppose that’s one theory.” He settled back, laying on the blanket to gaze up at the sky.

“You are infuriating.”

He grinned, his eyes closing. “Thank you, little one. I do try.”

Mai huffed and lay back on her towel. The warm sun felt glorious on her skin after the cold ocean water. She closed her eyes and let herself relax. Worries about her dreams - and daydreams - could wait. Maybe she would see a doctor about it, and they could tell her what was happening to her. Perfectly solvable. Later.

They lay like that for awhile, each lost in their own thoughts, close but not together. Almost, but not quite touching. A comfortable silence stretched between them for a time. Mitsuhide was the first to break it. “Tell me, little mouse. What is it that you want?”

“What?” Mai peered over at him. “That’s kind of a big question.”

He nodded, still laying with his eyes closed, expression unreadable. “Just in general. Lots of people want a career. Marriage. Kids. A nice house in a good part of town. So what is it you dream of?”

She wasn’t sure how he meant the question. Serious or teasing, playful or genuinely curious. But she took it seriously. “I used to think all I really wanted was to be a great clothing designer. To be respected in my field, make money . . . but . . . I kind of have that, for the most part.”

“And?” He prompted.

“It’s not everything I thought it would be? I mean, I still love making clothes. Taking an idea from design to completion and seeing the joy in my customer’s face is great. And I make enough to get by even if I’ll never be rich. It’s just, I think sometimes I do want something more.”

Mitsuhide turned his head to face her. “Like what?”

“Someone to share it with? I mean, I have friends and I’ve dated. It’s not like I’m a hermit.” Mai laughed. “I just think sometimes it would be nice to find someone that understands me and cares about me and . . . I guess I sound pretty pathetic, huh?”

“No.” He cleared his throat. “Not at all. I think that’s what most people want, even if they don’t admit it.”

She raised an eyebrow, “Even you, oh mysterious actor man?”

Mitsuhide grinned. “Even me.” He propped himself up on an elbow to face her. “Am I really so mysterious to you?”

“Absolutely.” She teased him and laughed again, but stopped as she noticed something melancholy in that golden gaze. “Sometimes I feel like I’ve known you forever,” she admitted, though she hadn’t meant to. “Not like . . . like anything weird. Just, when you’re around. It feels like you belong.”

He reached out, his fingers brushing her cheek in a caress too loving for a mere friend. Too familiar for any but a lover.

Mai felt something hot and electric tremble through her nerves at his touch. She held herself completely still, her lips closed tight, for fear she might lean into it or make a sound. Then his hand was gone and he was standing up, brushing the bits of sand and sea salt from his skin.

“We should get back. It will be dinner soon and I have to get ready.”

Whatever Mai felt, she thought it was pretty clear he didn’t. A bitter disappointment rushed in to fill the spaces of her chest that were warm only a moment ago. “Going on a date,” she sniped.

Mitsuhide’s usual grin fell a little and he shook his head. “No. Only one date a day for me.” He held out a hand and helped her up. “Just some industry people. The assistant to the regional cultural director, the mayor’s secretary. That kind of thing. Work related.” He shrugged.

“Oh.” She wasn’t sure how to react to that answer. She’d known he had some pull but those kinds of connections seemed beyond what your average actor would cultivate. Then it fully landed, what he’d said. One date a day. “Wait. Was this a date? Because -”

He laughed and tousled her hair. “What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.”

“Are you seriously quoting Shakespeare as an answer?” She tried to frown at him but his expression was so ridiculous. That wide, sharp smile and his eyes so full of a pretend innocence.

“If the bard said it first and better, I don’t know why I’d try to improve on the text.” He laughed. “Now are you going to help me pack up or am I carrying all this on my own?”

Mai gave him a sly grin. “Well, since this is a date, I suppose you’re on your own. Have to prove your manliness and all that.”

“Oh? Is it not well-proven already?” He skimmed a hand down his side and Mai couldn’t help the way her eyes tracked the movement. It wasn’t fair for him to be so pretty. So infuriatingly gorgeous. So . . .

She cleared her throat and forced her eyes up. “I’ll give you a point or two for that. But you should probably put on a shirt.” And then followed her own advice and put a cover-up on.

��The struggles of modern day masculinity. Alas.” He easily packed and hefted the bundle of stuff they’d bought for the day. “At one time, I would have slaughtered my way through enemy lines to rescue you. That would have been proof enough. But there just aren’t enough decent opponents these days. And modern law tends to frown on the whole killing thing.”

“And that’s a good thing.” Mai laughed as she led the way back to the car. The one-eyed cat was still sitting on the dock. It watched as they passed, tail swishing.

She did end up helping Mitsuhide load everything into the car. The drive back was short and pleasant, with Mitsuhide continuing to bemoan the modern state of manliness. Mai teased him and they both laughed. It felt good, she thought. Really good. The chemistry between them had her whole self humming, body and soul.

When they reached her flat, he walked her to the door, bags in hand. “So, little mouse? Shall we do this again sometime?” He smiled down at her, one arm braced behind her against the door. If he set his other hand on the brick, she’d be trapped between him and the building, which didn’t bother her as much as it should.

“Sure. But next time, let’s just plan it? That way it feels less like a kidnapping and more like hanging out with a friend.”

“Is that what today felt like?” He tilted his head toward her, his platinum blonde hair falling in his face. A strand of it brushed her cheek.

“Ah . . . I . . .” Her mind stuttered to a halt as he shifted closer. His breath tickled her cheek. She was sure he was about to kiss her. Her head tilted to match his, her lips pursed, her body leaning toward him.

Mitsuhide set her bag into her hands. “Have a good night, little one.”

“Y-you too?” She felt an almost physical weight of disappointment that he hadn’t kissed her. Or even tried to kiss her. Mai watched him drive off with a deep feeling of confusion. Had she misread him? Was he just teasing? Damn it.

As she walked upstairs, the one thing that she was certain about was that she’d wanted to kiss Mitsuhide. Which meant there was something she needed to do. She pulled out her phone and texted Hideyoshi.

Hey! Can we talk?

Chapter 10

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