#it’s so fucking stupid too because I want to get back into working out regularly again

[obstinaterixatrix]

I recently got my first office job where I am interacting with my coworkers regularly. do you have any evil conversation skills that you think i should learn first

1. Figure out the easiest/most comfortable ways to say the whole spectrum of soft no’s to hard no’s from a scale of ‘genuine regret (invites future attempts if scheduling allows)’ to ‘polite deferral (respectful and evasive, somewhat firm)’ to ‘stone-cold shut down (professional Fuck You)’; you gotta know them all and you gotta be able to deploy them as needed. or at the very least, you gotta know how to give yourself time so you don’t automatically say ‘yes’ when you don’t want to.

2. The easiest way to make a good impression on people is to balance being useful and making others feel useful, which means offering some of the specific knowledge/insight you have and also asking for/acknowledging the knowledge/insight of others. offering/asking can be a weird balance, sometimes for some people in some contexts it comes pretty naturally, other times I find myself parsing out one (1) resource bit by bit to gauge whether someone’s actually looking for it or if it’s received in a lukewarm way. If ‘useful’ can’t really be a selling point at the moment (e.g. starting with zero experience rather than having an established knowledge base in a new environment) then you can always swap out ‘useful’ for ‘interesting’. know a charm point you have that can hook other people’s interest, know how to find and highlight other people’s charm points. If you want a mutual relationship it’s better to make an effort to share equally (for some people that means intentionally holding back, for other people that means intentionally speaking more), but if you’re just trying to coast it’s usually easiest to keep turning the conversation back on them and track topics the other person can get chatty about (pets, kids, shows, how they’re doing, etc).

hang on those are too reasonable and not evil but I’ve typed it all out so I’m not deleting. so, there’s a bunch of worksheets about ‘rules for fighting fair’ and if you ever meet a coworker you fucking hate then you wanna take those rules and do the opposite of all of them in order to have an on-purpose bad faith conversation and to make it as miserable for everyone as possible

1. If the coworker you hate is trying to talk about one specific problem, disagree with whatever their definition is and refuse to compromise

2. Bring in as many stupid tangential asides as possible so their original point gets buried

3. If you want to be legit evil, always imply or directly state that whatever they’re going through is a personal problem and a Skill Issue

4. Always find a way to vaguely disagree with your coworker. If they have a good point, say ‘Well, no, it’s actually like [basically rephrasing their point]’; you can either be subtle about this (negging) or blatant about this (The Mansplainer)

5. There’s a limit to how disrespectful anyone can be as a new employee. Find that limit and keep just short of it.

6. Always deflect and blame someone else, or if there isn’t someone to blame, have different excuses at the ready for anything that anyone might take issue with.

to some, evil communication skills is to win. but I think the most successful (insufferable) application is when the point is to make everyone as miserable as possible. I’m not trapped here with you, You’re Trapped Here With Me. also I wouldn’t actually recommend doing many of these things if you want functional working relationships. but it’s good to keep in mind if you’re ready to go nuclear! but more seriously, I do think these are important evil communication skills to learn because if you recognize someone using them against you, it gives you the chance to make strategies based on their behavior. 1. If someone is disagreeing with you any time you try to express a problem, shut down the conversation and reengage with a mediator that will be fair to you; 2. if stupid tangents keep showing up, it’s up to you to be the terrier with its teeth sunk into the mailman’s leg; etc. anyway this has gone too long and someone else should probably be giving more legit advice

#ask #anonymous #whoops this got long #oh almost forgot #congrats and good luck! hope you don’t have to use the evil skills!

[h0neywheat]

wondering why im so tired and irritated at everything rn as if i didn’t have a very busy week. it’s like chronic pain and pmdd don’t care if what you did was fun, you feel like shit regardless

#can I live? #it’s so fucking stupid too because I want to get back into working out regularly again #but if this is how my body reacts to just casual walking around for a week then whatever #I feel like an ugly ass slob whose girly tiny round face doesn’t match their wide fucking shoulders and torso #I look like a freak and obnoxious and I hate it #my face belongs to some girl idk and my body is fine just not on me nothing matches and I want to claw my eyes out #I hate seeing myself in photos even if I look happy and it’s candid I’m just so weird looking #no one else sees it but I do nothing matches and it’s so gross why can’t I just look like what I think I look like #the mirror and every reflective surface has become my enemy #☀️.txt

[mrsbarnesblog]

i can't let you get hurt

masterlist ko-fi ao3

Summary: You have just moved to New York, where your adopted brother Steve has been living for 5 years. Desperate to make new friends, you give the dating app another go. You didn’t even think that you would have to ask for help from the person who has not left your thoughts for the past month - your brother’s best friend.

Word count: 3.3k

Warnings: fluff, reader is Steve's adopted sister, mechanic Bucky, creepy behaviour, protective Bucky.

Author's note: Does anyone know if community labels are reducing the number of likes and reblogs? because my last post received a suspiciously small amount of notes🤔 but I'm afraid to remove them because Tumblr might decide to block me again

Moving to New York was the idea that has been sitting in your head for a long period of time. Since your adopted brother Steve finished high school, he moved there without any money, without friends, and only with a lot of desires and dreams. You stayed in your small town with your and Steve’s adopted parents because you were only fifteen at the time. It’s been almost five years, and right now he owns an auto repair shop, and as far as you know, it’s a pretty successful place.

You knew that you had nothing to lose; you had no opportunities in your city, no close friends, and it was a really boring and gray life.

Steve only visited you two times, but you regularly spoke on the phone. So when your plane finally landed and you met him, you were kind of a crying mess. He was still your closest person, and you loved him with your whole heart. Steve was now much bigger, with broad shoulders and arms that were probably the same size as your head, but he still had that golden retriever energy, which you really loved.

Steve helped you find your apartment building, where you rented a small and cozy flat from a nice old lady. It wasn’t too much—just a bedroom and living room connected with a tiny kitchen and bathroom. Everything was clean, with light furniture and a lot of plants. It was actually surprising that this place had an affordable rent, and you were happy that luck was on your side.

On the next day, your brother finally showed you his famous place, which he owned with his now best friend Bucky Barnes. And talking about him, he was something else. A tall, big man with fluffy chocolate hair, stubble, and the most beautiful blue eyes you've ever seen. You knew that you were fucked as soon as he looked you directly in the eyes, shook your hand, and gave you a charming smile.

You met almost everyone in the garage. All the guys were super nice and friendly, they even showed you all of their cars that they were working with. You were happy that Steve found such a family here, they were all obviously so close to each other. 

Yet, after a month here, you had almost no friends. You found a job in the coffee shop down the street, where you met an amazing redhead girl named Wanda. You chatted a lot during the work, but you two were still far from friends.

That's how you ended up here. On a date with John.

For some reason, you decided to give that stupid dating app another try. John found you there, and he seemed nice, so when on the second day he decided to invite you to a bar, you agreed without hesitation.

How long has it been since the last time someone asked you out? Year?  Yes, it was a little sad to realize that no one was particularly interested in you. Before moving to New York, all the guys you talked to seemed to only want one thing, so you had high hopes for John.

Your evening went well at first. You ordered a drink and chatted. He really seemed nice. After the second drink, you decided to stop for a bit because the alcohol started to make you feel dizzy, even though John was persuading you to taste more of the cocktails that he had brought you .

"You know, I think I better slow down with drinks; I really don’t want to be drunk and embarrass myself on the first date." You pushed your glass back a little, smiling politely.

"Oh, c'mon, baby, don’t upset me." John chuckled and put his hand on yours. You awkwardly smiled, not ready for such physical contact. "You’re here alone, right?" He tilted his head, and you didn't miss how his eyes stopped at your boobs.

"Um, not exactly... I mean, I know like five people in this city, and one of them is my brother. But we don’t live together; he has his own life." John nodded his head and leaned a little closer to you.

"So it means that we can have some fun, right, baby?"

"Fun?" 

"Mhm." One of his hands stayed on top of yours, and the other one suddenly fell on your leg. Your body tensed at the feeling of his fingers as they started to rub the bare skin of your inner thigh. You definitely didn’t expect it to happen. "I’ll take an Uber; we’ll go to my place, and we can continue our night. What do you think?"

"I didn’t want to—I mean, that’s not what I was looking for—I thought that we were going to just talk and drink, you know…" You tried to take his hand off of you, but his grip only became harder.

"Don’t try to run away now, baby." He grinned. "You dressed up for me, huh? Your tight little dress that shows your boobs says it all. You just want me." You felt goosebumps all over your body because of his look. It was intense and not as innocent as it was before. You felt disgusted because of his words. You wanted to look good, yes, but seducing him wasn’t part of your plan.

So what are you going to do now? You felt unsafe, and you didn’t know how you could escape this situation. He was obviously a creep, and he just wanted to have sex with you. You can’t go home because either he won't let you go or he might find out where you live.

 "O-okay- um- just let me- I’ll go to the restroom real quick, and we can go, okay?" You nervously smiled and stood up, almost spilling your cocktail.

"Someone’s excited, huh?" He laughed, looking at your body up and down.

You left without an answer. You really went to the restroom because the bar was half empty, and John would’ve definitely seen you going out. Luckily, the restroom was empty. You locked the door and looked at yourself in the mirror for a few seconds, trying to figure out what to do.

You reached into your purse to get your phone. The first person that came to mind was Steve. Only long beeps were heard, and after the third call, you gave up.

"Fuck, Steve, I really need you right now." You scrolled through your contacts again. It wasn’t a lie that you knew five people from New York. Steve was not answering his phone. Your neighbor Natasha and Wanda from work, were not your close friends, so it would’ve been weird to call them because of this. There was a number of an old lady who rented you an apartment, and she was obviously not an option. And there was another person.

Bucky.

Calling him in this situation was the last thing you wanted to do. Hell, he probably won’t even answer you because he thinks that you’re just his best friend’s little sister, and he’ll definitely make fun of you about this stupid date. But you had no other variants.

"Hello?" He picked up his phone almost immediately, and you even forgot what you wanted to say. "Y/N? Are you okay?" His deep voice was full of worry, and you couldn’t help but feel butterflies in your stomach.

"H-hey, Bucky. Um… I’m really, really sorry that I’m calling you, but Steve is not picking up his phone. Do you know where he is?" You walked around the small room, trying to calm down.

"Yeah, he’s meeting with some girl he's been talking about for days. He’s probably really busy right now." He chuckled, and you felt like you were about to cry. Bucky must’ve heard your breathing change because he immediately went silent. "Doll? What happened?"

"My God, it’s so stupid…" You squeezed your eyes, not wanting to cry.

"Tell me." 

"I’m at the bar. I’m on a date with a guy named John, and he became very persistent. He wants me to go to his place, but It’s- I’m not interested in this. And I can't just leave because I’m afraid that he can follow me and find out where I live… fuck I really don’t know what to do, and I wanted to ask Steve to pick me up." Your phone stayed silent for a few moments, and you already thought that he got tired of your mess and just ended the call. "Bucky?"

"Where are you? What bar? Are you in the restroom?" His voice was low, and you knew that he wasn’t happy with all of this.

"It’s that new place a few blocks away from my crib. With big neon red signs at the top. And I’m in the restroom right now."

"I’ll be there in five. Stay there and don’t open the door until you know it’s me." He said that and ended the call, leaving you nervous and excited at the same time.

The loud knock on the door almost made you jump. Fastly, but quietly, you reached there and tried to listen for any signs of who it could be.

"I hear you. Open the door; it’s me." The familiar voice came from behind the door.

You opened the door and met Bucky’s beautiful blue eyes. He seemed a little bit out of breath, as if he had run here. You quickly scanned his body, and the fact that he was wearing your favorite leather jacket made you weak in the knees. His dark brown locks that curled at the ends almost asked you to touch them. It was not your fault that this idiot always looked ridiculously hot every single time. 

"C’mon, let’s get you home, doll." He grabbed your hand, leading you out of the bathroom to the bar, where you immediately saw a clearly annoyed John. You saw that Bucky looked at him too, but he stopped only when you were already on the street and when your bad date ran after you, loudly calling your name. 

"Hey! Where the fuck are you going? We were supposed to go to my place! You already found someone else to fuck or what?" He yelled, grabbing your other hand at the same time. You felt Bucky quickly move you behind him while still holding your wrist. 

"Don’t fucking touch her. She’s leaving, and if I ever see you near her again, I'll rip your useless hands off. Understood?" Bucky growled, straightening his body. He was obviously bigger than John, who was now less brave. John looked at you for a few seconds as he was thinking about what he should say to you, but then just turned around and left. Apparently, you weren't worth it.

You didn’t know whether it was the cool night air or this whole tense situation that made you tremble. You felt Bucky’s warm body get closer to you, and his large, calloused hand rested on your shoulder. It made you feel a little bit fuzzy because you were trying so hard to hide your little (big) crush on your brother’s best friend. Yeah, it was the biggest cliche, but you couldn’t even blame yourself. He was extremely beautiful, with those blue eyes, rosy lips, and a body that you knew was built like God's. Not to mention that Bucky was sweet and a true gentleman.

"You’re shaking, doll. Wait a second." He started to take off his jacket, and you tried to stop him.

"Bucky, no, what are you doing? You don’t have to; it’s not even that cold!" He just playfully rolled his eyes and still threw a jacket over your shoulders, leaving himself only in the tight black shirt. God, this man.

A sudden wave of his cologne surrounded you. Bucky always smelled good. Something clean with a spicy and woody scent. The leather was still warm from his body, and you fought against the desire to bury your nose in it. You didn't even realize that you actually did it, so when you opened your eyes, you saw Bucky, who had this annoying grin on his face.

"So you like it, huh?" He chuckled. 

"Oh, shut up. I didn't want to do that."

"Of course, doll. But we should go, I have to take you home safely, right?" Bucky said, leading you to the parking lot. To a motorcycle.

"A motorcycle?" You asked Bucky as you stepped closer to him. "No, I—where’s your car? I’ve never ridden on one of those." He had already sat there and had two helmets in his hands.

"I left it in the garage and didn’t want to make you wait here for too long. But you don’t have to worry; I know what I'm doing, and I'll take care of you. I promise." You came closer to him and let him put a helmet on you. You really tried not to tremble as his hands gently fixed it under your chin. "Now sit behind me and put your legs here." He pointed at the weird looking thing.

You felt weird as soon as you sat in the passenger seat. Bucky was so close, and you could feel the warmth of his body even if it was cold outside. Where should I put my hands? Hug him? Put it behind me? You awkwardly placed it on your own legs, and Bucky must’ve immediately felt your tense body because you heard a chuckle, and the next moment he grabbed your hands and put it around his waist. "You should put it right here, doll. You don’t wanna fall, do you?"

You slightly shook your head before you placed it on his back. It was really hard to control yourself when your hands were laying on his hard press. For fuck’s sake, he should be perfect everywhere, huh?

"Hold on tight, Darlin'." You heard another deep chuckle, and he finally put his helmet on.

You don't know how long you were driving, but when Bucky finally pulled up outside your apartment building, you felt sad and happy at the same time. The ride was something else. This man almost gave you a heart attack when you stopped at a red light and he put his hand on your bare leg and asked if you were okay.

He’s just being nice, stop overthinking this.

You knew Bucky for only one month, but it was hard not to fall for him. He was an attractive, kind, and really generous man; you knew that he was like a part of Steve's family. Sometimes, when you visited your brother and accidentally met Bucky, for a few seconds you thought that maybe he finds you attractive. You always caught him looking at you.

But you knew this type of guy—always charming and flirting—who could have pretty much anyone. It was stupid of you to think that he saw you as something more than just Steve’s little sister.

"See, I told you that I was a good driver and that you'd get home safely." He hopped off the motorcycle and stood before you while you were trying to take the helmet off. "Let me unlock it."

"Thank you, Bucky." You said when you were finally free. "For this, for the jacket... You were probably very busy, and I just ruined your night by making you take care of me. Oh my god, I’m really sorry. I just wanted to forget about one person, and I thought that going on that stupid date would be a good idea, but it seems like the only thing that men want here is sex." You chuckled and watched to the ground.

"Now listen to me, doll." Bucky suddenly stepped closer to you, and you almost fainted when both of his hands took your face and forced you to look him right in the eyes. "You shouldn’t apologize for calling me. I was just hanging out with the guys from the garage, but as soon as you called me, I left everything because I can’t let you get hurt." He nervously licked his lips, and you hope that he didn’t notice how you stared at this movement. Bucky’s hands left your face and ended up on your upper arms. Did he come closer to me? "I don’t know who you were trying to forget about, but I hope that he or she is worth your time."

"We– we’re not really close. I’m probably not even his type." You shrugged. Bucky’s jaw clenched, and he buried his hands in the jeans pockets, as if he was angry and tried not to show you. As soon as he made a distance between you two, you body started trembling.

"Is it someone from the garage?" His head was a little bit tilted to the side, and you knew that right now he wouldn’t shut up about it until you gave him a name. "Maybe Sam? Or Thor? Many girls like him, you know. Do you like show-offs like Stark? Or…"

"You."

You both were silent.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. What were you thinking?

"Say it again." Your throat felt dry, and you just stared at him, not knowing what to do. 

"I– Just forget about it, Bucky. It’s stupid–"

You weren't able to finish because a soft pair of lips interrupted you. One of Bucky’s hands cupped your face, lifting you up to his level, and another one laid on your waist. He was soft, warm, and gentle when his lips moved on top of yours. Your head was in the clouds, and it felt like your knees became weaker. You wrapped your arms around Bucky’s neck, completely melting into him. He wanted to stay like this forever. Your skin and your lips were so soft, he could smell your perfume and taste your sweet lip gloss. But he knew that he should stop and do it the right way. After a few seconds, he finally pulled away, but he put his forehead on yours, and it was so cozy, like you two were in a bubble.

"I’m sorry. Was this too much? I overstepped?" He licked his lips as if he were trying to get more of your taste. "I have been thinking about asking you out since the day I saw you. I wanted to do it right. To take you on a date, to be the gentleman that you deserve, and maybe get a kiss on the cheek at the end of the night. Sorry. I didn’t even know that you liked me." Bucky wrapped his hands around your waist, and you nuzzled into his neck, enjoying his scent.

"And I didn’t know that you liked me either. I thought that you felt obligated to take care of me because I'm your best friend’s sister."

"No, I promise you." He kissed the top of your head. "But Steve’s gonna kill me, by the way. He told all of us that you’re not an option and that we can’t touch you."

"Well, I love him, but he can’t decide for me."

"So… Does this mean that you’ll say ‘yes’ if I ask you to go on a date with me? On Sunday, maybe?" You lifted your head to look at him properly, and God, he was so cute when he was nervous.

"Of course, Buck, I wanna go out with you." You smiled at him, and he lowered himself again to give you another sweet kiss on the lips.

"Fuck, you should go home, doll. You’re too sweet for your own good. Wanna keep you all for myself." He mumbled against your lips. "Go."

"Goodnight, Bucky. Please text me when you get home, ‘kay?"

"I will. Goodnight, Doll." You left a soft kiss on his stubbled cheek before finally turning around to go home.

Only at home did you realize that you were still wearing his jacket. At least it was a good excuse for Bucky to see you again sooner. That night, you both ended up texting for hours until you couldn’t keep your eyes open.

Maybe a date with John wasn’t that bad of an idea.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky x reader #bucky x you #james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #marvel #bucky barnes x you #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine

[milo-manheim-luver]

Lips of An Angel- Drew Starkey x Fem!Reader

summary: based on the song Lips Of An Angel by Hinder. (take a listen! i recommend it!!) Y/N drunkenly calls up her ex boyfriend drew, to confess her love she still has for him and all her regrets from their past relationship.

warnings: odessa…., alcohol consumption, emotional cheating (if you even call it that), angst, a tad of fluff if you squint, slight mentions of physical/mental/emotional abuse (not from drew), lmk if i forgot anything bc i’m sure i did lol.

a/n: for starters…. i’ve been waiting to write this one and i was gonna do it for rafe first but it just felt more right to do drew lol. also please don’t come at me for the way i put odessa in this. (personal opinion: i don’t think they’re really a thing irl but whatever). for the sake of this fic i had to put her in it to work as she’s the only prominent female in his life besides his sisters so bare with me please. (personally not a fan of her for my own reasons and things i’ve read) hope you all enjoy this one!

revised and edited by the one and only @slut4drudy ilyyyyy

as drew had just put the last of the champagne glasses into the sink from his and odessa’s small get together with friends, he could hear his phone ringing that all too familiar ringtone… the ringtone he had set for only her. he thought to himself… how strange it’d be for her to call him at such an absurd hour after not talking to one another in two years.

him and Y/N had began to date their senior year of college at western carolina university, and just like every college couple, they eventually broke it off a few years later. it had been a mutual agreement when he got cast on netflix’s show, outer banks, as she didn’t want to hold him back any longer from achieving all the goals she knew he would. the two however kept in contact regularly until none at all just two years ago when she’d started dating her now boyfriend maverick. and from what Y/N seen drew had also moved on… to his costar odessa.

“hey, uh drew your phone is ringing. do you want me to get it?” odessa asked drew as he finished washing the champagne flutes, drying his hands hurriedly with the towel next to the sink.

“uh, nah, um i’ll go answer it. it might be my mom. you know her and not being able to sleep and missing her kids. i’m just gonna go in the reading room and take the call. i’ll be back out in twenty. sound good?” he asked warily.

“yeah yeah take your time. tell her i said hi for me” she smiled as his towering figure walked past her frame and into the living room, picking his phone up. his large thumb moved nimbly against his phones screen to answer the call from Y/N as he entered the reading room, plopping on the couch.

“h-honey, why you callin me so late? it’s kinda hard to talk right now” he stuttered out her pet name he hadn’t called her in years. all he received in return were her soft sobs from the other line. those little soft sobs shattered his heart. the last time he’d heard them was because of him. because he had spoke the idea of maybe they should break up. because he didn’t know if he could do the long distance relationship, and Y/N had just agreed. no hesitation because she wanted whatever would make him happy. and if that meant breaking up with her and breaking her heart, then so be it. she wanted what was best for him because she loved him.

“honey, why are you crying? is everything okay?” drew whispered out through the phone to his broken ex in an uneasy tone, as his jaw clenched. he hated the idea of her being sad. he always had.

“w-why are you whispering?” she sighed as more tears streamed down her face.

drew bit his lip, exhaling a huff of hot air he hadn’t known he was holding before speaking, “i gotta whisper because i can’t be too loud.”

“why? i-im sorry. i shouldn’t have called. this was so fucking stupid” Y/N slurred out into her end of the phone, catching drew’s attention.

“oh, well, my girls in the next room” he spoke as he paused to let her speak.

“like i-i said… this was st-stupid of me” she slurred out again before continuing, “you’re moved on. i get it”

“honey, Y/N, it’s not like that. i swear. s-shes not even my girlfriend” he tried to elaborate before she cut him off.

“then why’d you call her your girl?”she challenged.

“baby, you’re drunk. i can tell by the way you’re slurring your words. what’s wrong? why’d you call?” drew tried to deflect the question and ask the more important questions; why she’d called and why she’d been crying.

“answer my questions first please” she hiccuped through her phone and into his ear.

“we haven’t put a label on it. in all seriousness i don’t even know what i want. i don’t even think she knows what she wants. it’s more of a friends with benefits kind of deal” he sighed out as his left index finger and thumb pinched the bridge of his nose as he sighed once more, contemplating to speak what he’d been thinking for awhile now. “but honey, if i’m being serious, sometimes i wish she was you”

“i wish i was her too” Y/N whimpered out as she took a gulp of the vodka from the bottle she’d been coddling in her arms, sitting on the bathroom floor, hiding from maverick.

“i guess we never really moved on… did we?” he chuckled out, causing Y/N to smile at the sweet sound of his chuckle. it was bliss to her ears. she’d missed that sound so much in the last two years.

“now answer my question honey, what’s wrong? why’re you calling so later? isn’t it like after 1am there back home in charlotte. right?” he asked Y/N in a concerned tone, face scrunching up in worry as well, though she couldn’t see it.

“u-um. drew it doesn’t matter. forget i called you. okay?” Y/N tried to deflect his concerning questions he’d been shooting her way since the call had started.

“Y/N, honey. i’m not hanging up until you tell me what’s got you so bent out of shape that you’re drunk off your ass, drunk calling me at 1 am your time all while sobbing. i just won’t” he huffed out, losing his patience in the girl on the other line.

“joseph” she began to slur, sternly, “i said it doesn’t matter. go back to your girl or whatever the fuck she is to you” she hiccuped yet again.

“fuck, i cant believe i’m about to say this right now, but it’s really good to hear your voice sayin’ my name. it sounds so sweet” drew smiled to himself as he softly giggled. maybe it was from the champagne he’d had earlier or maybe it was the blissfulness from just hearing Y/N oh so sweet voice saying his name again.

“i love you” Y/N slurred out once more as she started to cry again. “i’ve never stopped” she continued. “i thought i could and would move on but i cant and it hurts me that we aren’t a thing anymore” she continued to weep.

“honey don’t say that. please” he frowned as his heart cracked yet again over his ex girlfriend and her words. more like over her admittance of missing him so much still even after all these years.

“why not, drew? it’s the truth” she sniffled as she wiped her runny nose with the sleeve of his old college sweatshirt she’d still kept after all these year even after their breakup. she picked the bottle of vodka back up and took another swig of it.

“those words…. fuck. they’re coming from the lips of an angel baby. and hearing those words, it’s makes me so fucking weak. because as much as i want to be with you… i cant” he sighed as a single tear streamed down his stubbled cheek, not even bothering to wipe it away. he soon continued, “i never want to say goodbye, honey. and it’s so fucking hard to admit that. but, girl, you make it hard to be faithful with the lips of an angel” he dryly chuckled as the memories of their kisses ran through his brain. it still felt so real. the longing to be near her was still there. and the butterflies. and the desire to make her happy. and the want to make her feel safe and loved.

“drew, you’re the one who just said you guys aren’t even a thing so why would you even say that?” Y/N croaked out as she wiped more of her tears away.

“it’s complicated honey. i feel obligated to be faithful even if her and i aren’t really officially a thing. now please for the love of god, baby, why are you crying? what’s wrong? what happened?” drew exerted his concern as his eyebrows scrunched together in worry.

“i- uh, drew you cant do anything about it, so it doesn’t matter” she whimpered in a whisper, reaching for the bathroom door knob to make sure it was in fact locked. she squeezed her eyes shut as soon as she heard mavericks yells from their kitchen.

“you know, it’s funny that you called me tonight, Y/N/N, because we had some friends over and the whole time i was just thinking of you and how you’ve been. i haven’t heard from you in two years, hunny” drew whispered, his voice strained from the way his heart clenched in pain at the lack of communication between the two when they had both promised to keep in contact.

“maybe that’s why i dream of you. you know what they say, if you dream of someone that means they’re thinking of you. do you dream of me too?” she spoke shakily, as her jaw began to quiver, biting back yet another sob.

“what about maverick? and yes i’ve dreamt of you too, love. i do often” he confessed as he thought back to his dream he had of her from the other night. the two of them had gone on a picnic in the mountains back in their home state of north carolina, enjoying the scenery and all it had to offer, that was until he was awoken by odessa’s loud alarm blaring throughout his bedroom. drew’s lips parted once more as he spoke again, “and does he know you’re talking to me? will it start a fight?”

“th-that’s why i-i uh called. he… uh he got mad again and s-started to throw some things around the kitchen. h-he said some things which isn’t out of the ordinary with him” her frail voice cracked as she finally admitted to him why she had called him so late in the first place. tears once again started pouring out of her once bright eyes which have now been filled with void. “he drinks… a lot. and when he does… he gets kinda aggressive. he will do things to me and say horrible things as well. i-i called you tonight because i’m drunk and i miss you and i know you’d never do this shit to me and because you listen. so well. you always have” she began to cry again for what felt like the twelfth time that night.

“honey, what are you talking about? has he hit you? do you have a place to go?” drew shot up at the mention of mavericks behavior coming from Y/N. he was on high alert and wanted nothing more than to protect her at that instant.

“i shouldn’t have even called. does odessa even know you’re on the phone with me? i don’t want her to get mad at you. i shouldn’t have even called” Y/N stumbled over her words due to the excessive amounts of alcohol she’d been drinking and maybe even a mix of anxiety.

“no, i don’t think she has a clue. i told her it was probably my mom, but, i knew it was you. i still have your number saved to my phone… with your ringtone too. couldn’t get myself to delete it, even after all these years” he confessed as he ran a hand through his shaggy hair. he bit his lip in frustration before speaking sternly this time around, “Y/N, honey, tell me…. has he fucking hit you?”

“y-yes. but he didn’t mean to” she tried to excuse her boyfriends actions, though deep down she knew it was a lie. “and yeah if i have to i can go to my brothers but i don’t need anyone’s fucking help or pity” she blurted a little loud.

“fuck, Y/N” he sighed as fresh tears broke his waterline of his azul eyes, his jaw clenched tight.

“it’s okay, drew, i promise. i’m not your problem anymore. i haven’t been for four years now.” she expressed as she drank the last bit of the vodka that was left in the bottle.

“Y/N can you do one thing for m-“ drew was cut off by a soft knock on the reading rooms door, notifying him that someone ,odessa, was on the other side.

“hey, uh you almost done? it’s getting late and i wanna go to bed” she complained to drew as he’d pulled his phone away from his attentive ears.

“u-uh yeah. let me tell my mom goodnight real quick” he stuttered nervously, worried she’d been ease dropping on part of the private conversation he’d been having on the phone with Y/N. and with that odessa nodded her head as she left the room, shutting the door as she went.

“what is it that you want me to promise you?” Y/N sniffled.

“call me if it gets bad again. i’ll fly out there immediately”

“i promise.”

“i never wanna say goodbye” he admitted to her after her promise.

“i don’t either, but you have to” she spoke flatly as she’d just heard Odessa moments before. she opened her mouth, speaking one last line, “i love you drew”

“i-i love you too honey” drew spoke the words he’d been bottling up since the day the two broke up, as fresh tears streamed down his stubbled cheeks. during the moment he spoke those words all he could hear were mavericks yells and bangs onto the bathroom door through his phone, before the call ended all together.

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[emo-batboy]

Lately, I’ve been thinking about Battinson who actually has naturally curly, dirty blond hair that he got from his parents. Picture this:

Bruce whose hair is a kaleidoscope of golden blond and strawberry blond and dirty blond that can’t be tamed when it’s humid out because it’s too wavy and curly and voluminous all at once

Bruce who looks so bright and cheerful with his soft facial structure and crazy hair that cannot be replicated because it’s so uniquely Bruce

Bruce who is a spitting image of his mother’s gorgeous natural color and his father’s wild mane

Bruce who absolutely destroys his natural hair because it reminds him too much of his parents

Bruce who tries desperately to avoid the gut-wrenching comments from those stupid rich people who thought they can bring up his parents just because they used to be friends

Bruce who feels physically ill whenever he hears “Oh you look just like your parents.” “They should have been here to see you.” “You’re a spitting image.”

Bruce who religiously dyes his hair a boring brown and straightens the shit out of it until it’s damaged beyond belief by the age of 18 but at least he doesn’t hear those stupid remarks anymore

Bruce who forgets to wash it sometimes but doesn’t care because his hair is his least favorite thing about his appearance

Bruce who gels the ever-loving fuck out of it to avoid it getting it in his eyes, but he also hates getting haircuts so it gets way too long and happens anyway

Bruce who gets greasepaint in it all the time, wears hats and hoods whenever appropriate, just can’t stop messing with it but hates bringing attention to the thing so he has to glue his hands to his side in public

Bruce who is a stranger to everyone and himself, especially his hair

Bruce who mourns it like he’s still mourning his parents

Now imagine:

Bruce who is going through the aftermath of the Riddler case and the floods

Bruce who only just realized that vengeance is not the answer

Bruce who wants to become Hope but doesn’t know how yet

Bruce who decides that he can’t hide himself behind a cowl all the time now so he chooses to develop a better public image

Bruce who realizes this requires a public appearance as well

Bruce who is way too busy saving the city to keep up his hair dye routine so he forgets to touch up his roots a couple of times

Bruce who is advised to stop gelling his hair back so much because it makes him look less approachable

Bruce who feels so awkward and vulnerable when his hair isn’t hidden behind a hat or some product or his cowl but he goes through the motions because he wants to try his best to be the hero Gotham needs right now

Bruce who walks into Mayor Real’s office one morning, hair sticking up all over the place after stopping no less than 10 muggings the night before, his natural dirty blond in full effect and strikingly…warm

“Did you dye your hair?” Real asks. Bruce pauses. “Uh, no. I stopped dying it a few weeks ago.” “I didn’t know your hair was blond.” He braces for the comments, but she doesn’t mention his parents. Instead, she just smiles. “It suits you.”

Bruce who genuinely doesn’t know how to handle the simple compliment so he just awkwardly shuffles around it and into their discussion on infrastructure

Bruce who stands outside of her office for five minutes after their meeting because he hasn’t stopped thinking about the mortifying reality that his natural hair is visible again

Bruce who also can’t stop thinking about how she said it. It suits him.

Bruce whose natural hair suits him?

Bruce who finally gets the time to dye it again after two months of nonstop work but when he thinks about what Real said…he decides against it. For now

Bruce who starts getting used to seeing his dirty blond hair in the mirror again, even expects it. visualizes it

Bruce who knows when it’s getting too dirty because the small peaks of gold disappear so he starts washing it more regularly

Bruce who watches the volume come back and doesn’t hate it

Bruce who sees the rat’s nest in the morning of golden brown and random reds and even a streak of chestnut and doesn’t immediately reach for gel and a straightener anymore. Instead, he just runs a hand through it and thinks ‘to hell with it, it’s fine like this’

Bruce who gains favor from the public along with a new look, a fresher one

Bruce who becomes a familiar face on TV as the soft-spoken billionaire with the dirty blond hair that never looks right but it’s personable

Bruce who shakes hands and holds babies and hugs kids and the most compliments he gets are for his hair

Bruce who always has just a few strands of hair sticking up in the most random direction but he just swats it away (in another wild direction) and that’s that

Bruce who stops caring so much about being clean-shaven and now sports a bit of stubble because he just likes it that way

Bruce whose hair gets naturally much lighter in the summertime because he’s outside so much now and so his golden roots bleed into a rich strawberry blond

Bruce who has so many unflattering photos from the press of his hair actually looking like a rat’s nest, like seriously how does it look That Bad (Alfred thinks it’s hilarious)

Bruce who gets haircuts regularly now and always asks if they can use as little product as possible because “I don’t like when it’s sticky” but he always likes when it’s just a bit long too

Bruce who tugs on his hair, not to push it away but to fidget with it during meetings, making it even crazier

Bruce who can be recognized from the back by his crazy swirl of hair

Bruce who’s been sporting this new hair for a year now, the summer has passed and his hair is comfortably golden brown again (emphasis on the golden) and it’s bittersweet because he actually finds that he misses the striking blond streaks in July

But it’s all worth it when he notices his curls are finally coming back in the front

Bruce who looks like a completely different person than before and he’s so so happy

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[sweetheart-satoru]

“i think we should break up.” and your heart absolutely drops to the floor. “what?” you whisper, snapping your head in satoru’s direction.

“i just think i can’t be there for you.” he mumbles, avoiding your eyes. you tilt your head, “because of your work?” you mumble, tears gathering in your eyes.

he just hums, getting out of bed. “i have to leave now. sorry, l/n.” satoru is back on the last name basis, which makes you want to slam his head into his stupid wall.

he expects you to argue with him like you regularly do every time he brings up the fact you two should break up.

you don’t even know how to answer. so you don’t. “sorry it has to be this way. i’ll be back around 10, we can talk later then.” and he leaves his apartment in your care even after breaking your heart. he didn’t even seem like he cared at all.

-

while he was gone, he thought you were going to trash his place up. which he didn’t mind as he could easily afford to redo it. but you didn’t. you left it spotless. it was quiet, too quiet.

he looks on the kitchen island to see that you left a note.

i already took everything i left here that’s mine. we don’t need to talk about anything. also, i left you your box of stuff from my apartment in your room.

have a good life.

now it’s his turn for his heart to drop. huh? you’re not gonna convince him to stay with you anymore? not give him any reasons on why you two need to be together?

he crinkles the paper and tosses it out. “have a good life?” he scoffs, walking into his room to see you did in fact bring everything that he gave you or owned.

fuck, he thinks, rubbing a hand through his hair as he goes through all the memories.

-

weeks later he finds out you’ve been doing great in your life, spectacular even. not months- weeks. fucking only three weeks and you’ve already moved on from him.

what a joke.

he’s learned you got a new cat, you started seeing a new guy, you started painting again and post your art and lots more.

how does he know this? from his secret account that you don’t know he has because you thought you got rid of him when you blocked him on everything.

don’t worry, you’ll become his again. just wait.

-

notes: hey guys it’s been awhile 😭

i’m sorta maybe not back, but i wanna write part two and turn him into a yandere or sum idk 😞 lemme know what u think 🫶🏽🫶🏽

#gojo satoru #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojou satoru x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #satoru gojo #it’s the start of yandere gojo 😞 everyone hide

[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#345

“Well look who has come back?  I thought you would eventually grovel for your job.  So you went to Daryl, hunh?  You said what you had to say, and he, being the owner, just shrugged it off and told you to get back to work?  It’s funny how shit like that happens, isn’t it?  Would it come as a surprise to you that while you were complaining about me to him that he had my load in his ass?... 

“Yeah he called me in before your appointment.  I told him everything, including that your life is fucked for having to register as a sex offender for having consensual sex with a seventeen-year-old only two weeks away from turning eighteen.  He doesn’t give a shit about all that.  He just knows that you can’t find a job elsewhere in this tight town.  So welcome back.  My demands are the same.  If you accept your role as my cunt employee, strip….

“…There you go.  Damn, you are diving right in with our new arrangement.  I like your enthusiasm.  OK.  So I am going to expect a lot more than the blowjob I initially asked of you last week.  A lot more.  Going forward, each day after the last delivery truck returns, you are to report to my office.  If I am there you are to strip naked in front of me.  If not, you are to strip and bend over my couch and wait for at least 15 minutes.  If I don’t return, go back to work at your desk naked. 

“If I recall, you were getting evicted because of your status.  Well, I talked to the Daryl, and he’s fine with you moving into the apartment over the office.  But he agreed on one condition, that he still has access to it to bring tricks back from the adult theater, Ruby’s bookstore, or the glory holes at the rest stop up the highway.  I said that was fine.  He, you, and I will all have keys.

“You are to always keep it clean, that includes the sex toys and the furniture.  You will be living there rent free, that’s the least you can do.  You will be making the same pay, but you will be expected to do more for me. 

“I can’t take it anymore.  Those titties are too soft.  They need to be worked over.  Hold still.  Fuck yeah.  There is a direct line from your titties through my fingers to my dick.  Mmmm fuck.  I promised Daryl that he could watch you get claimed by me.  

“He and I go way back.  I met him at Ruby’s and then at the rest area.  I told him that I was looking for a job and he hired me on the spot as long as I promised to regularly fuck him.  I’ve been here nine years since.  We go out, every once in a while, into the city.  He loves to see me cunt a fag.  So you are going to be the fag tonight.

“These nips will be bloody by the end of the night….  Shut up!  I’ll smack you again.  I have no problem doing that.  Look.  We are setting you up very well.  You have a rent free apartment and a well paying job.  The apartment is far enough away so that you don’t have to worry about proximity to children.  All you have to do is be my cunt bitch fag. 

“Don’t give me that look.  I know you can do it.  Despite your protests that you are straight, I found out, just last week, that the seventeen-year-old, that you went to prison over, was a boy you picked up outside Ruby’s when he was kicked out for being under age.

“So you can knock off the ‘I’m straight’ bit.  You can still fuck all the women you want, but you will submit to my cock whenever I demand.  Thing is, I don’t ever want to hear about your escapades with women, you got that?  I told Daryl the same thing. 

“You will be required to tell me all the men you hook up with.  That will include any of the drivers.  Not all drivers we hire are in the know.  Some are.  This is a privilege I am extending to you.  You can be the top if you want.  But know that I own this pecker here.  Shut up.  If I want to squeeze so hard your balls pop I will, and it would be my right.  So don’t do anything stupid, or I’ll lock this thing up.

“You understand our agreement?...  You good with it?...  I said, ‘you good with it?’…  Good!  Glad to hear.  Now get on your knees.  I got to take a piss. 

“…Damn you must love being face slapped.  You think our thing is just tit torture and fucking?  Oh hell no.  You are going to drink my piss for starters.  I am going to do a lot of shit to you.  If you think you were getting cunted in the apartment with Daryl looking on, you would be mistaken.  After I finish pissing in your stomach, I’m going to tie you up naked in one of those delivery trucks and then we are going to this sex party in the city where you are secured in a sling.  I will be the first of a long line of men to gang bang you.  Daryl doesn’t know it yet, but he will be tied under you in a way that any ass slop that comes dripping out of your gape will go in his mouth.

“Now put my cock in your mouth and drink.”

[muzanswaifu]

Ive seen a lot of people confuse me leaving for “people being mean to writers” or getting hate for the things i write of how i write them but its not

But Im not leaving just bc of the audience, i can handle some hate and honestly it was kinda fun from them bc ik that hate comes from jealousy and trolling

Im leaving because of other writers and my “friends”

Ik i said i would get into it and i really dont want to all that much bcuz im tired and just wanna be done with this but it feels wrong to leave under a false assumption and let people think their actions dont have consequences

Ive dealt with a lot from my peers on here, back talking, hating, straight up bullying, and i just cant anymore

I cant deal with drama irl AND on the internet, bcuz at the end of the day i can just delete everything on here and be done with it all so thats wat im gonna do

Tbh this has been building up for a while, i can only handle so much from “friends” and irl i cut people off pretty quick and on here should be no exception but ive fucked up and let people do watever too long and its bitten me in the ass

Yes ik im dramatic lol, ive gotten that a lot and a lot of people hate me for, a lot of people love me for it, its how i am and it keeps things interesting. I get it, i like to make a lot of call out posts. Y? Bc people deserve to be called out and idgaf ab appearances on here. If someone did something bad, im gonna call them out bc last i checked its my blog and i can do wat i want. If u wouldnt do it, thats fine, its ur decision, and this is mine

Yes, i dont post a lot, I. Am. Busy. I have work. I have school. I have a social life. I cant write smut all the time even tho i want to, and at the end of the day, its not my job to write smut all day so people can read it and move on. I like to interact with yall, its fun, i like to talk to a lot of different people on her since my irl friends arent really into anime. Apparently people think im a loser for that? Ok? Sorry i like to talk to people on the internet when im bored instead of producing smut all day for people to read, ig i shouldve remembered im only on here to provide content since i dont deserve to have some fun, my mistake

Requests? Requests r a generosity. So many of my requesters have been absolute angels with being patient in receiving their requests, happy to just see me writing or interacting at all. Others have hounded me regularly telling me im lazy and selfish for not completing my requests, saying im an asshole for not completing them over my own projects bc “they asked first”. LMAO, U WRITE IT THEN???? i dont owe anything to anyone, certainly not someone who comes here solely to read my fics, not even leaving any interaction or encouragement whatsoever, then leave.

The icing on the cake? The tip of the iceburg? Discord of all places. Im sorry some of u didnt enjoy my server, i really am. Ive never used discord before and me and the mods did the best we could and im sorry i couldnt be as attentive to it due to my busy schedule

Im sorry i couldnt get there in time to stop conflicts or just straight up call people out, and im sorry someone had to make another server since they didnt like how i was handling mine bc i didnt take their side in a fight that THEY WERE WRONG IN? But i tried to be nice, tried to defend her and nicely explain y she was she cant say anything they want in any situation bc people get hurt. but it didnt matter. Y? Bc apparently i cant tell people what they can and cant say…

And that made me realize something! Theyre right! Theyre absolutely right and im so stupid for not seeing it until now! I cant stop people from saying things to me. I cant stop people from talking shit ab me. I cant stop people from even saying things on my own blog and server! I just cant. Bcuz in the end, people r gonna say what they want and do what they want bc people dont wanna learn. They dont wanna talk. They dont wanna hear ab how what they do or say affects others. They just wanna do what the want when the want, and they wanna be allowed to, bc fuck everybody else. Everybody is the victim in their own story, and i deserve to be the victim in mine.

And what would a victim do in this situation?

Leave.

[luvring]

Listen… you said we could ask for more hcs pt.2…………………….

RAAAAAAAAAAH

Ais? PLS? YOUR WRITIJG IS SO GOOD I THINK ABOUT IT ALL THE TIME

AIS HCS (2)

gn!reader | (part 1) anon you GET ME! BUAAAAHHH AND OMGG THANK U... that's so crazy actually i hope u guys think about me today i will b thinking about all of u😙🫶🧡 YIPPEE!

so stupid /affectionate. takes photos of you and says "now a silly one." or starts taking selfies without telling you

will do cheesy romantic things with you because you ask. he can tease you all he wants, and he wonders how he's found himself swaying to a song with you in the kitchen,, but then you hold him a little tighter and he's like ah. that's why

tells you to be careful with his horns. not in a they're sensitive way but in a please do not get in a position where he could poke your eye out way. rest your chin in between them if you want though

asks you to pay for lunch. when it's actually time to pay he's like "what the hell are they doing over there?" so he can pay first. you guys fight to pay semi-regularly. You are the people who made me want to scream and cry when i worked retail.

do his make-up. i dare you. what. you don't want to stand in between his legs with his hands on your hips while you try to do eyeliner Be serious. he'll be your test subject for new looks

or let him do your make-up. you can match w some red eyeliner :)

doesn't do any little video trends with you without being a little annoying/difficult but he Will do them and do them extremely well in the end. everyone's jealous of your relationship

if you're having trouble sleeping and try to not move around a lot in case you wake ais up,, it's too late. bro is awake. he sighs and nuzzles into you before being like,, "if you can't sleep, you can wake me up you know." or "how long were you going to go before waking me up?"

^ late night snack runs.. he'll stay up as long as you do. hanging out in a mcdonalds parking lot at 2am eating chicken nuggets who gets me

pulls your head to lay on his shoulder if he sees you getting sleepy. rests his head on top of yours

silently comes and lies down with you if he's in a bad mood. you don't have to talk or really do anything, just being around you helps him feel better. he won't complain if you coddle him a little though :) you offer to get him some snacks or cuddle him and he smiles against your skin. "i'm starting to think you have a crush on me or something." you roll your eyes and flick his forehead but he just lets out a breathy laugh. "yes please."

cannot fucking play horror games/movies around this guy like why are YOU jumpscaring me Where is my safe space. he relishes in you clinging onto him / holding you from behind, but he also respects you scaring him back if you're more immune to horror

don't start a prank war with this guy because that shit isn't ending. he excels in annoyingly inconvenient pranks Don't Do It.

tells you about the dogs(/animals) he saw while out during the day. modern au he sends you pics either wordlessly or guessing their names. "meet nacho cheese" "why would u say that" "that's obviously his name? have some respect"

ohh. people watching...this sounds silly. but like i'm thinking about how he doesn't like being lonely/isolated but Is and how he has to watch others enjoy themselves and stuff. so you hanging out together and talking and guessing random people's life stories is just like. a casual thing but reminds him He Has Somebody to do that with now

why'd i say that

you know how he was in the rafters at the beginning. yeah he's asking if you wanna join him up there. you're like You do that Regularly? not just trying to intimidate me? and he's like 🤷‍♂️ it's comfortable enough.

promises he won't let you fall and keeps a steady hold. See? it isn't so bad.

modern au tattoo artist ais who gets me. anyone. anybody. helloooo? guys please i'm gonna pee my pants

🏷 | @lost-lonnie @screaming-wea-sel @dreamtydraw @respitable @semifilms @hexcoeur

#touchstarved game #touchstarved ais #ais x reader #nia + touchstarved

[fran-in-the-deep]

Another spark

Shoko Ieri x Reader (Canon)

~600 words | fluff and comfort | established relationship | Reader is a sorcerer

The lighter clicked, its faint flame flickering in the late night breeze. Shoko brought her hand up to shield the fire, but it got extinguished before she got to light her cigarette. With a sigh she leaned back against the concrete wall of the morgue behind her, looking up at the clouded sky.

“Well, fuck.”

The lighter clicked, clicked, clicked again, only emitting sparks. Stupid thing. Shoko had never been fit for the character of the dark brooding mortician, mysteriously lurking in the shadows and exhaling cigarette smoke. She smoked because she was stressed and was up late at night because the work just never ended. Be it the dead, dying or living, they kept her busy at all times, although the latter were by far the most exhausting.

The metal door creaked as it opened and Shoko took a step back from it, irritated. Nobody but her ever used this side exit, as it let into a dead end. She didn’t have too much time to think more about it as an all too familiar figure stepped out onto the gravelled ground. Shoko crossed her arms in an effort to hide her tension.

“Did something go wrong on the mission?”

You were back early. Being back early usually raised more deep red flags than running late, because it meant that someone hadn’t kept up for long. With usually more difficult missions assigned to sorcerers of rank initially too low for it, it happened regularly, as there simply weren’t enough people. But you were back. You always came back for her.

“It was alright for once. Nobody got injured. We were lucky.”

You came over, the gravel crunching under your shoes, yet Shoko was busy looking you up and down, making sure you were really free of any injuries. Some only ever showed after battle. Not that she could see anything under the crappy light of the only exterior lamp above. The moon didn’t feel like showing up from behind the clouds today apparently. Not very romantic.

“Good.” Shoko also wasn’t very romantic.

“Not smoking today?” You leaned against the wall next to her, shoulder to shoulder. Shoko fumbled around to store away the cigarette and lighter in the pockets of her lab coat with a sigh.

“Guess the universe was on my side. Lighter was out of gas just as you arrived.”

As much as Shoko was in dire need of a cigarette right now, she craved your presence even more.

“Isn’t that my side? Not wanting you to smoke?” You asked as you took her hand, which made Shoko arch even closer, resting her head against you.

“It saved me a shower.” Shoko didn’t want you to pretend not to care about the smell the cigarettes left on her. She knew you did, which was why she was on her ninth attempt to fully quit. So of course you had to catch her with her one desperate cigarette. At least she got to be close to you now.

Too much thinking. She closed her eyes. It had been a long day. A long week since you were gone, not once having enough time in between missions to return. Yet somehow you always came back, all to adept at lighting up the space where that dark, deep loneliness inside her chest usually resided. You were the answer to the question of who would heal the healer.

“How about a coffee instead?” Your hand-holding had turned into a gentle hug. Shoko opened her eyes again, giving you a genuine smile. She liked the idea. You made the best coffee, one cup was enough to get her through any given day or night.

“Sounds good to me.”

Although now you were there, Shoko didn’t even need the coffee.

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A/N: I'm back with my agenda of being the change I want to see and there isn't enough content solely focused on Shoko out there so I'm going to write it myself and have a fun time writing.

#shoko ieiri #shoko x reader #shoko ieri x reader #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #fran-fiction writings

[p4nishers]

i need content of codywan that just started working together like the first few months where their dynamic is cody barely resisting the urge to strangle his general and obi wan being like. already fucking head over heels for him.

like cody was expecting someone highly impressive based on his records so he obviously is excited to work with him cause his batchmates already met him on kamino and genosis and they all liked him which was, looking back, probably a prank on codys sanity and his bastard gremlin vode were absulately dying laughing at him. anyway so he obviously has high expectations and then this slutty "hello there" mf turns up with no self-preservation whatsoever, a feral demon child of a padawan, half the republic tailing him for every bullshit imaginable and beef with EVERY SINGLE SITH EVER???? WHICH HE SOLVES BY ???? FUCKING FLIRTING WITH THEM????? so you can imagine codys not having a great time.

meanwhile, obi wan daydreams about cody constantly. draws up their wedding invitations before even meeting him. praises him every opportunity he gets. kicks his feet and giggles about codys sarcastic comments ABOUT HIM while being in a room with CODY. stops talking in the middle of his sentence when he spots cody across the room and waves at him with the biggest smile possible. sets up regular sparring practices with the vode just so he MIGHT have an opportunity to be close to cody. labels the time when cody accidentally fell on him because of an explosion and touched his lips for 0.00001 milliseconds as their first kiss and gossips about it to quinlan. calls bant regularly to update her on everything cody does ever. buys every kind of tea and caf he can afford as an excuse to talk to cody and go into his courters. flirts with cody 24/7 and blushes tomato red when cody smirks at him and thinks about it so much he constantly walks into walls and tables and chairs and shinies and. breaks a table after cody stubs his toe into it. passes the fuck out when cody carries him this one (1) time, not bc of blood loss or anything simply too much attraction. constantly searches the force for codys signature even when they're not in the same system. calls him disgustingly sappy petnames in every other sentence. corners all of codys batchmates and asks thousands of questions about cody bc he cannot get them out of the man for the life of him and yes, wolffe, he absulately will die without knowing codys favorite color what kind of question is that. cody smiles once a month and obi wan thanks him everytime. cody hands him back his lightsaber for the first time and he proposes, loudly, cody ignores him completely and walks away. convinces anakin and ahsoka to drop "subtle" hints that he would be a good husband.

and everyone around them is having the time of their life watching codys right eye twitch whenever he's in a room with kenobi long enough while the man himself doesn't take his eyes off the commander during the entire 4 hour meeting and blushes everytime cody looks at him without a fail. cody barely refrains from throwing his datapad at his general when he suggests some self-sacrificing bullshit again.

it's truly like:

obi wan, beaming and eyes possibly gleaming with adoration: hello there, cody. how are you today?

cody, grinding his teeth together: fine, sir. wanted to talk to you about this report cause it's seems to be mistaken. surely, you're not thinking of blowing yourself up just so that TWO man, who are not even in any immediate danger whatsoever, can escape. right?

obi wan, brightening even further bc he loves their daily "banter": oh but of course, my dear, they're valuable men and anyway, i promised anakin he'd get to use the explosives this time.

cody, right eye starting to twitch horribly: right, of course, stupid of me to ask. one more thing, general, you wouldn't decommission me for anything i do, would you, sir ?

obi wan: what– darling, of course not. why would you–

cody: alright then [punches obi wan then walks away]

obi wan:

obi wan: i'm so in love with that man.

it's said that to this day obi wan still giggles in the most inappropriate times about that punch because cody was SO HANDSOME YOU DONT GET IT MACE THE LIGHT HIT HIM JUST RIGHT AND–

anyway codys hatred lasts till obi wan saves rex by putting himself in danger and when they get back, both bruised and bloody but amazingly alive and obi wan smiles at him like he always does with rex draped across his scarred shoulder, something in cody just settles and thinks. oh. oh. so this is what bly was talking about.

#this came to me in a dream #anakin wrinkles his nose and asks himself why would his dad be in love w the most boring mf ever then witnesses that punch and fucking #cheers cause he finally understands yeah the guy is great he once threw an orange at his masters head and obi wan was so busy staring into #his eyes he forgot to deflect and it him fair and square on the forehead and he fell backwards off his chair and everyone turned to cody #shrugged and muttered 'bastard fucking deserved it he know what he did' and fucking walked away. anakin never been prouder of #having a ba'vodu in his LIFE #anyways the point of all of this is thag obi wan is down TREMENDOUSLY and codys is unimpressed af and i need to see that more in fics #codywan #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #clone wars #tcw #sw #star wars #gay #also YOU KNOW i had to add bly YOU KNOW OK I AM TRULY CONVINCED HE WAS THE FIRST CLONE TO FALL IN LOVE AND TALK ABT ROMANTIC LOVE AND ALL #THAT SHIT AND THE VODE BEING SKEPTICAL LIKE IDK MAN MAYBE U WERE DROPPED AS A TUBIE TF ARE U TALKING ABOUT AND BLY INSISTING THAT 'JUST #ASK CODY HE UNDERSTAND' AND CODY BEING ABSULATELY MORTIFIED LIKE 'NO I DO NOT IF HE TRIED ANYTHING ID PUNCH HIM RED COULDN'T STOP ME THIS #TIME I WOUMD SO DO IT DO NOT TEST ME' #yes im in love with cody what about it honestly

[episodeoftv]

Round 1 of 6, Group 2 of 4

propaganda is under the cut (359 words) - may contain spoilers

summaries (pulled from imdb or wikis)

propaganda

Danny Phantom - 3.12/3.13 Phantom Planet

When Plasmius' new ghostbuster team outclasses Danny in the field, the boy decides to remove his powers and retire, unaware of an approaching massive asteroid threatening Earth.

1) *points at Phantom Planet* LOOK AT IT! Okay there is a whole ass Power Point presentation on tumblr about why PP sucks major ass, but I can't find it right now. So my sybopsis: Danny just. Decides to give up on his ghost powers. After 52 fucking episodes. He's out. Vlad won. Bye. Except oh no who would've guessed that was all part of Vlad's plan and Vlad reveals his powers to the whole world and takes ALL OF IT hostage (wow such cunning, much intelligence, very smart villain). And he wants money. Not like Maggie, whom he has been pining for for decades. Like I get that it's a children's show and that'd be a bit too fucked up but money? Really? So Vlad fails in making the anti-ghost-meteor intangible. Danny goes into the Ghost Zone POWERLESS and gets blasted by every ghost ever and I guess those people who think that he died to get his powers are right because HE GETS HIS POWERS BACK??? LIKE THAT??? Vlad's plan of using ghost powers on the anti-ghost-meteor didn't work, but using ghost powers on the entire world as the anti-ghost-meteor is about to crash into it does? I thought that meteor negated all ghost powers??? VALERIE GRAY WOULD NOT CHEER AT THE REVEAL THAT DANNY PHANTOM IS DANNY FENTON. SHE WOULD BE INCREDIBLY ANGRY AND CONFLICTED, PROBABLY PUNCH HIM AND THEN LATER APOLOGIZE WHEN SHE ACTUALLY HAD SOME TIME TO STOMACH THAT REVELATION. HOW *DARE* YOU RUIN THAT REVEAL FOR US?! Also what happened to Dani? Tucker becoming mayor is stupid but considering this entire episode, it's also super funny. I let him have that win lol.

2) So bad the fandom disowned it, AO3 fics regularly tag "Phantom Planet didn't happen"

Roseanne - 9.23/9.24 Into That Good Night

The Conners welcome baby Harris Conner-Healy home. Roseanne is delighted Darlene wants to live at home and work on her parenting skills. The family talks about their lives after winning the lottery and are glad they have all come out of it stronger people. Over a pizza dinner, Roseanne suggests they say grace to thank God that Harris survived and the family is together again.

Family and friends gather at the Conner house to celebrate baby Harris' Homecoming and everyone takes a turn chatting with the new addition to the family. Mark and Becky have some exciting news, as do Leon and his husband Scott. During dinner, Roseanne takes time to reflect on each member of her family and reveals she has been writing a book; everything we see is Roseanne's altered version of actual events. Roseanne reveals the true story and admits she changed whatever details she didn't like about her life and the people in it. In truth, the Conners never won the lottery; it was all a fantasy Roseanne created in order to cope with a devastating reality. In the final moments, Roseanne sits alone in her basement writing room. She goes upstairs, passing through the old kitchen and the old living room. Roseanne sits on the old couch with the classic afghan on the back and silently takes in the warmth and comfort of the family home as the lights slowly fade.

Just focusing on the (at the time) series finale and not all the terrible things Roseanne decided to say and be later. This finale sucked. It was built to retcon the entire (admittedly bad) season that came before it as a bizarre fantasy of the titular character after her Husband died. They quickly and randomly undid different characters' development and swapped around couples just because.

#danny phantom #roseanne #wfround1 #wfpoll #wfr1g2 #polls #poll

[get-lost-in-fanfiction]

When You're Locked in a Hatch

Paring: Sawyer x F!Reader Word Count: 1.8k

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For some reason, there was alcohol in the hatch. It was odd, considering you would think this Dharma thing would want you to stay vigilant at all times so that whoever was in this horrible place could push the button once it began to scream at you during the ungodly hours of the night. Nevertheless, you took it, feeling much like Sawyer, whom you had gotten close to since the stupid hatch was busted open. He often elected to go down and push the button with you, which you thought was odd, considering he previously ranted about how cramped it was in there. Still, he begrudgingly joined you once you started regularly “signing up” for the shifts.

You were easy friends, considering you were the only one who could tolerate him, and out of everyone on the Island, he seemed to trust you the most. Getting comfortable with someone like that often leads to softer feelings, which you very often push away because it seems like a dumb, girlish crush that would most definitely get you hurt in the end. You bantered with each other often and sometimes thought the teasing fell into flirting, at least on his end. You didn’t want to push it too far just in case, for whatever reason, Sawyer found you to be too much and just push you away. Except that never happened. The more time Sawyer seemed to stick to your side or hole up with you in an overnight shift at the hatch, the more you felt whatever was between you take root into the definitely-more-than-just-friends category. 

Naturally, Jack and eventually Kate began grilling you to ensure Sawyer wasn’t being weird, as they put it. To be honest, it was getting pretty annoying, and you told them time and time again that absolutely nothing was wrong. Sawyer was oddly respectful of you and your privacy if the situation warranted it. It made you feel safer than you had with anyone before the crash happened, and you pretty much just barely knew Sawyer. You would hope ignoring them would get either of them off your back, which only turned into Jack in particular, verbally attacking Sawyer any time he got, making sure you were safe. Eventually, you got so fed up you locked yourself in the hatch, which is how you found the alcohol and got yourself in this situation in the first place. 

It’s not like you hadn’t had it before, being of age before the crash. It just wasn’t your preferred method of partying. A couple of swigs in after checking the time on the button at least five times, a hard pounding came from somewhere outside the hatch. Thinking it was either Jack or Kate, you shouted for them to “go the fuck away,” which the person responded with:

“Well damn, sweetheart, didn’t know you felt about me that way.”

Then you felt bad because you recognized the southern drawl of the voice, seemingly yelling at you to get the message to you. You set the bottle of nondescript alcohol down and scrambled to unlock the door. 

There was another loud knock, to which you responded, “Relax, cowboy. Don’t let your horse get spooked.”

When you opened the door, you were unsurprisingly met with Sawyer’s smug expression and, thankfully, no one else. Not that your little act would have been foiled by Sawyer working with anyone else.

“Is the princess done being locked in her tower?” Sawyer asked, and you rolled your eyes. 

“I’m not being locked in a tower if I did it voluntarily,” you shot back, and Sawyer stepped past you and walked into the hatch. Double-checking that no one else had followed him, you closed the door and debated about locking it again for a second. It would be stupid if your strike was suddenly broken into by the very people you were trying to prove a point to, so you locked it again.

You found Sawyer eyeing up the open bottle you had left on the counter. When your footsteps approached, he picked it up and gave it a little shake.

“What’s this?” Sawyer asked with one eyebrow raised.

“Dunno, I found it and figured I needed some way to pass the time,” you shrugged in response.

“You ever drink before this?” He countered.

“What, do you really think I’m that young?” 

“Nah, but I reckon you were a good girl before this place.”

“That would make you 0 out of 2, cowboy.” You snatched the bottle out of his hand and took a larger sip than you would have liked. You choked momentarily, not really proving your point. You grimaced, and Sawyer chuckled.

“Yeah, a real natural, I see,” he slipped the bottle from your fingers and tasted it but made a face as the liquid slipped down his throat.

“What? Not your usual?” You said it with a smirk, and Sawyer side-eyed you before taking another.

“You push that button recently, princess?” he said instead of answering your obvious bait to get under his skin.

“Like half an hour or so,” you shrugged again, “I really wasn’t too concerned about it until you got here.”

“You think I’ll distract you or something? Because I think this,” he held up the bottle and waved it around again, “Just might be a bigger distraction. ‘Specially if you can’t hold your liquor.”

“You underestimate me, Sawyer; I’m hurt,” you said, clutching your heart dramatically.

“If I ever underestimate you, sister, I’m in for a world of trouble,” he responds, holding the bottle back to you.

You take it back and motion for him to follow you to the sorry excuse for a living room in this place. As you settled into the living area of the hatch, Sawyer plopped down on a rickety chair, and you found a spot on a worn-out couch. The dim light from the overhead bulb flickered, casting shadows that danced across the walls. You took another swig from the bottle, feeling a slight warmth spreading through your veins.

Sawyer observed you for a moment before speaking up. "You know, princess, locking yourself in here ain't gonna solve your problems."

You raised an eyebrow at him. "And what would you suggest, oh wise one? Last I heard, they were getting on your nerves too. It’s not like you to go around and give out advice."

He leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. "Well, for starters, you could stop pretending like you got it all figured out. Ain't no shame in admitting you're struggling."

You scoffed, but a small part of you acknowledged the truth in his words. "Struggling to keep them off my back, that’s for sure. Otherwise, I’m perfectly capable of handling myself, despite what others seem to think."

He shrugged nonchalantly. "I've just been around the block a few more times than you, that's all."

“You’re not seriously trying to tell me to play nice with Jack of all people,” you laughed shortly, “I was thinking you were joining me for my little stakeout.”

Sawyer motioned for the bottle, and you handed it to him. He decisively took a sip, seemingly ignoring what you said. You studied him for a moment, the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled, the stubble peppering his jawline. Despite the gruff exterior, there was a vulnerability lurking beneath the surface. 

As you sat in the dimly lit living area, Sawyer cleared his throat, breaking the heavy silence between you. He shifted in his chair, his expression taking on a more serious tone.

"You know, princess," he began, his voice softer than usual, "I ain't always been the most stand-up guy. Done my fair share of dirt in my time."

You looked at him, surprised by the sudden vulnerability in his confession. "I think we've all got a few skeletons in our closets," you replied, offering him a smallish, understanding smile.

Sawyer nodded, running a hand through his tousled hair. "Yeah, but some of mine... they weigh heavier than others. Things I ain't proud of, things I wish I could take back." There was a rawness to his words, a sincerity that made your heart ache for him. Despite his tough exterior, it was clear that Sawyer carried his own burdens and demons that haunted him in the darkness. "I guess what I'm trying to say is," he continued, his gaze meeting yours, "I ain't always been the best at opening up to people. But with you, it's different. I trust you, princess. And that ain't something I say lightly."

You felt a lump form in your throat at his words, touched by the depth of his confession. In that moment, you realized just how much Sawyer had come to mean to you, how his presence had become a source of strength and comfort in the midst of chaos.

"Thank you for trusting me, Sawyer," you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'm glad we found each other in this mess." As Sawyer finished his heartfelt confession, a moment of hesitation lingered. Then, with a subtle shift in his expression, he seemed to gather his courage, his gaze meeting yours with a newfound intensity.

"And there's something else, princess," he began, his voice softer now, almost tentative. "Something I ain't sure how to say." Your heart skipped a beat at his words, a flicker of anticipation coursing through you. You held your breath, waiting for him to continue.

"Screw it," Sawyer muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I reckon you oughta know... I like you. More than I probably should.” The confession hung in the air, its weight settling between you like a heavy fog. You felt your cheeks flush with warmth, your pulse quickening as you realized what Sawyer was saying.

"You do?" you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper, almost afraid to believe it was true. Sawyer nodded, his expression vulnerable yet determined. "Yeah. And I know it's probably crazy with everything happening around here. But damn it, I can't seem to shake the feeling."

A rush of emotion flooded through you, mingling with the warmth of the alcohol in your veins. Despite the chaos and uncertainty of your surroundings, there was a sense of clarity. With a seemingly new threat every single day and a jungle that was pretty much completely unexplored, this rocked your core deeper.

"I... I don't know what to say," you stammered, your heart pounding. Sawyer reached out, his hand finding yours. "You don't have to say anything, princess. I just needed you to know."

You felt a surge of emotion welling inside you, a mixture of fear and excitement, uncertainty and longing. But beneath it all was a flicker of hope, a spark of something new and unexpected blossoming between you and Sawyer. At that moment, as you sat together in the dimly lit living area of the hatch, surrounded by shadows and secrets, you knew that nothing would ever be the same again. And somehow, that thought didn't scare you as much as it should have. Because in Sawyer's eyes, you saw the reflection of your feelings mirrored back to you with a depth and intensity that took your breath away. 

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[aleksa-sims]

👩‍🎓... 🌿📸🐝🐜..... 📝❤️

RL Simself Story

I went to university. 🤓..... Not really! 🫤 I visited my sister and my cuz M. there, to...... take pics of bugs.🤷‍♀️

Ana and Mario didn't go to exactly the same university. Ana studied something different from our Cuousin. She continued with that dull business thing and he studied cine technology and something else. I'm not sure? 😬 (Idk the exact technical name for it.) But their universities were on the same campus & they also lived in the same dorm.

Yesterday Ana and I arrived there, at her dorm (I got 2 weeks off) and this morning, I accompanied her and M. to their campus. Because, I also had a job. I worked on a university project with my cuz.😁 But back to yesterday. Last night I couldn’t sleep. I kept dreaming about Daniel and I also had withdrawal symptoms.🤦‍♀️So I walked like a ghost through the halls of that student housing, to get tired and distract myself. Well....

a.... crazy student who also lived there wanted to get off with me. 🤨... "Just fuck off, man!", I thought. But instead of saying that to him, I did something extremely stupid.🤦‍♀️ I was so desperate and my pain so strong.... I asked him for drugs. And as if all this wasn't already embarrassing enough, my cousin M. came out of his room. We were standing right in front of his door in that hallway.

He recorded something for college and the background noises that this guy & I made, were on his recording/tape, so he couldn’t continue working. He asked us to.... shut the fuck up! He was a bit pissed, you know? 😬... However, that weirdo left. About that drug & my conditon, I'm not going to talk about it today.... M. asked me what was going on? He didn’t know what happend to D. & me. .... So I told him....

He couldn’t believe Daniel just left. He was there at our wedding and saw how happy Daniel was... M. asked me a ton of questions... But... yea. I didn't really wanna talk... So my cousin had an idea for me. He asked me to help him with his college project. That way, he tried to bring me to other thoughts. 💚

He remembered that I used to like taking pictures, when we were "little", which was a pretty nice hobby of mine for a while. He needed some close-ups of different things, actually it didn’t matter what, but it had to be in nature/ out doors. Somehow I liked this idea and also felt pretty good helping my baby cuz. The next day I made my way for some nice shoots, as you can see above.

However, that was not all I did that day. The nice stranger I met online at the Sims 4 Gallery, also had a little task/job for me. He wanted me, to write him a love letter, handwritten!! 🤣 (He's so crazy!) When he wanted this from me, I had the strong suspicion that it's Nico, who texted me. And this was also his intention! He wanted me to think of him. Cos those... love letters, I have actually written to him in the past., when he & I were just on the phone.

Nico wanted me to get him back in my mind, he wanted me to think about him and not Daniel. I asked him if he was Nico, the stranger who texted me?? But he never really gave me a clear answer. He just said, I’ll find out who he really is and no matter who he is. Nico or not, I won’t be disappointed. The person who is texting me, is definitely not as he once was, he said. .. WTF? Ha?.... That's so confusing! But I was pretty sure, it's Nico. He knew that I love Sims and play regularly. So suddenly everything he told me weeks before, made sense now. But I'm gonna tell next time more about that, when I see Philip.

Oh, and in case you wonder where Ana was? She had a date with Adam. They had a fight a day before we went to her dorm. It was about me. And drugs. Ugh yea, but Adam's gonna talk to me too about that and well, I think he didn't do anything to me that one night in my apartment. (😞🤦‍♀️Not yet.)

Something else:

This post today was kind of a test for me. Maybe I will post in the future without captions? I'm not sure yet? Pics with captions are... Idk? I’m having a hard time with that tbh. Cos.. you can hardly see anything that's going on in the pic, with so much text on it. And sometimes it’s hard to read anyway. But yea, if you don't like it that way, just let me know! Idk yet what I'm going to do? Maybe a Mix? Agh, let's see...

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#ts4 #sims 4 #sims 4 story #rl simself story #myrlgameplay #18+ content #Idk what this is #trying it without capitions

[likeastarstar]

6:12 PM - Yoongi

(A/N: For the anon requesting cock ring yoongi...I hope this is good...I'm not experienced with this type of technology...ok?)

He doesn't really understand why he likes this so much.

It started off pretty innocently, just the two of you trying something new. People do that- they do stupid shit to mix things up, keep things interesting, get a little kinky. But it's not just that anymore- he hadn't expected to like it to begin with, but it was more than that. He needs it now, asks for it regularly from you because he really fucking likes it.

You put it on this morning before you left for work, kissing him on the cheek sweetly before leaving him tingling and tension filled.

"Is it still on?" You whisper in his ear, making him shudder and tremble. Your knee presses into his lap and he twitches, shoving his hips harder against your body and preens for you to touch him.

Of course he has it on- he loves this shit.

"Did you wear it all day, like you said you would? Did it make you feel good?" You asked, laying him down flat on the bed.

He moaned, feeling his bones sink into the mattress and relax more than they had all damn day. He was exhausted, holding tension in his muscles the entirety of his schedule and only relaxing now, when you had your hands on him. Yoongi swore he could fall asleep right the fuck now if he wasn't about to have the best sex of his life. 

"It made me want you all day," He whispered, "I worked from home today and I just...thought of you the entire time."

Your touch grazed his side and he felt it in his whole body. He loved how sensitive he was like this, grinning from ear to ear when you climbed onto his lap and kissed him. Your hands didn't stop petting him, rubbing down the length of his arms, up the side of his neck, smoothing over his chest. 

"I thought about you all day too," You mumbled against his lips, "Kept wishing I didn't have to go to work. I just wanted to skip to this part- why didn't I just call in and come back to you instead?"

"Because you're a good, responsible person." Yoongi reminded, voice breathless and stuttering. You pulled back, scrutinizing his appearance. His hair was hanging in his face, cheeks flushed, pupils dilated and completely unfocused.  You smiled, running a light touch over his swollen, bitten lips, grinning even harder when you felt his breath warm your fingertips in desperate little pants. 

You tilted your head at him, admiring the embarrassed expression on his face, "You're so turned on, aren't you?" 

He nodded silently, letting out a small noise of desperation before biting down on his lip. You giggled and kissed him quickly, lifting your hips up off of him to shove his pants down his hips and off of him completely. You heard a whimper slip from your lips and felt your heart race- knocked off kilter by the mere sight of Yoongi laying bare beneath you. 

"Poor baby, neglected and alone, all day." You pouted, tilting your head at him. 

He laughed weakly, looking up at you with wide eyes, "Yeah, poor baby- now fuck me."

His cock was hard, flushed red and begging for attention. The tip of his cock was leaking onto his thigh and you wanted to lick it off- you wanted to lick him all over, actually. He was so pink- chest flushed, hands warm and shaking. You ran your hand down it, feeling it pulsate, sliding it all the way down to base of it where a small silicone band sat. You liked that he liked this kind of stuff- loved it, actually. You felt your panties soak through and straddled one of Yoongi's thighs, unable to take your eyes off of your beautiful boyfriend withering beneath you. 

You dragged yourself back and forth, chasing pressure against your clit directly.

"P-Please do something," He begged, reaching a hand up to touch your hair lightly. "Just touch me."

He held a loose tendril between his fingers and played with it, batting it around like a kitten seeking love. You squeezed your thighs around his and rolled your hips down onto him, grinding your clothed pussy against his bare thigh for some type of relief. He hiked his knee up to give you better leverage, jaw falling open as he watched you ride his thigh. 

"What exactly do you want me to do?" You asked breathlessly. 

He raised his eyebrows, squeezing his eyes shut, "Whatever you want." he mumbled, the words dense on his tongue, slurring lightly towards the end. 

What you wanted was to put your mouth on him.

You nodded, leaning over to kiss him once and then drag your lips down his chest, all the way to his cock. You kept your hips moving against him, grinding your clit in small circles. Your mouth opened, wetness pooling in your mouth and dripping down towards the pink spongy head slowly. The air cooled your saliva, making Yoongi hiss at the temperature difference and twitch underneath you. You whined, feeling his thigh tense against you, shooting your eyes up to his. 

His eyes widened, mumbling your name weakly. 

You wrapped your lips around his swollen cock, sucking his length into your mouth and hollowing out your cheeks. Your hand wrapped around his heavy balls and swirled them in your grasp. He had been waiting so long, he was probably in pain. Your other hand pumped the length that couldn't fit into your mouth, tongue massaging the veins and flattening against him. 

"Please-"

He was hot in your mouth, so hot it made you hum with pleasure. Yoongi groaned loudly, shoving his head back into the pillows. You relaxed your jaw and quickened your pace, closing your eyes and focusing entirely on the taste of him. Sweet, salty- Yoongi. Your hand slid up his stomach, digging your fingernails into his toned torso as you moved up and down. 

Yoongi planted his feet flat on the bed, touching your head lightly before bucking up into your mouth, matching your lips with his own thrusts. You gagged lightly but took it- listening to the whines and whimpers Yoongi was letting out. 

"I wanna cum," Yoongi called out, "Please- let me cum."

You ignored him, continuing to bob your head on him before you felt his hips stutter, stopping after a moment.

"Fuck!" Yoongi yelled when you pulled off entirely, glaring at you.

You released him out of your grip with a lewd, wet noise and beamed at him, shrugging nonchalantly. You traced your nails down the length of him, making him hiss in reaction.

"Don't pretend you don't like it," You taunted, smirking a little when he whined underneath you.

You watched a pent up, looming promise of an orgasm disintegrate, building more frustration behind Yoongi's expression. He was so good- never complained about you edging him to all hell, always asking so sweetly for your touch. If he wasn't the one asking for this, you'd almost feel bad for torturing him. Not that bad though, because he looked really sexy like this. You admired his body quivering under yours as you stretched the thin ring of silicon, pulling the cock ring off clean in a dramatically slow fashion.

Yoongi's face looked euphoric- cheeks flushed, eyes heavy and hooded with lust. He was breathing out in short pants, tongue sneaking out to lick at the corners of his mouth every now and then.

You took him in your mouth again, slower, more deliberately. You let him thrust into your mouth with steady motions, relaxing your jaw so he could more thoroughly fuck your mouth. You wanted to see him cum so badly- eager to please him after he had been waiting so patiently for the entirety of the day. Suddenly, his hips pushed up and that was it.

He was cumming, whining your name as warm, salty cum filled your mouth and ran down your throat. You swallowed it all like a good girl, keeping your mouth on him until he was finished. You lapped at his cock, watching his chest rise and fall as Yoongi caught his breath. Yoongi was covered in a layer of sweat, hair sticking up in every direction as he gazed down at you, eyes filled with sleepy affection.

"I think I just saw god," Yoongi gasped, reaching a hand down towards you.

He grabbed you by the arm and pulled you up to him, kissing you with tongue. You moaned, feeling him suck your bottom lip into his mouth and bite down on it.

"Sit on my face," He mumbled, trying to pull you on top of him.

You laughed, resisting weakly, "Babe, it's fine. You must be really tired."

He scowled at you, hoisting you up so sharply you let out a soft yelp. You felt him push your underwear off, flinging it aside quickly, "I'm fine- spread your legs."

You grinned, happily climbing on top of him. You really liked this shit too.

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HEHSH USHSH VOICE ACTOR M3(OR FOUR IF U WANT IDRC) WITH VOICE ACTOR MC WHO CSN DO A LOT OF VOICES HEHDJDKSK

Okay this is kinda funny

GN!Reader, Colored Bullet Rule (Felix, Anisa, Sage, Rime), man I'm still upset Crisp Rat is gonna be Mario in the movie, we're gonna say you're also a pretty good impressionist because it's funny

Since Astraea obviously doesn't have cartoons or movies or anything like that, the Starsworn have no idea what a voice actor is. Sure there's narrators in stage plays and whatever but that's not really the same thing. You try to explain it to everyone but they still don't get it.

Sage is very curious about the fact you get paid just to speak because!! He can speak too!!! And he can even pronounce the words right most of the time as long it isn't something stupid like the crap in Felix's spell books!!!!

This obviously leads to Felix going on a lecture about how Sage Could Totally Pronounce Them If He Just Tried! And Rime making fun of Sage, which leads to Sage getting pissed and snapping at them both and then Anisa has to snap at them all to shut up and Wow She's Scary And Kinda Hot When She's Annoyed

The easiest way for you to explain it is to just do it. So you clear your throat, wiggle your shoulders, and do your best impersonation of Felix's posh voice stressing enunciations. Then you cycle through Rime's haughty insults, Sage's aggravated snapping, and Anisa's confident shutdown.

Well Sage and Anisa are staring at you like you're possessed but Felix and Rime seem to get the idea at least.

You end up doing a lot of other samples for them; impersonating characters you've voiced before (which also involves explaining the character and the relating story... That could take a while), popping out some sound effects (which you're not as good at but they find it funny so), impersonating a few more people (You manage to do a pretty good Escell scolding Rime for not wearing a proper shirt, which successfully ticks Rime off because Escell Totally Would (and probably has) Bitched About That, etc etc.

And in the following days and weeks, your voice acting talents become called upon somewhat regularly

Sometimes Felix will be doing experiments and asks you to read information from his book for him. You throw on your best 'annoyed magic teacher' voice (obligatory fuck JK Rowling but all I can picture is Snape) and bark out the info, which makes him giggle so much he nearly fucks up his chalk circle.

When you and Anisa go out on patrol and kids come up to you (as they've heard your talents before), you put on a bouncy, silly voice and tell a few jokes or a silly story to make them squeal with laughter. Anisa finds it incredibly heartwarming and she usually laughs along even though she's heard the jokes before.

Sometimes Rime gets anxiety about the Lord of Shadows - guilt for working with him to begin with, worried he'll somehow find a way to come back again, etc etc. So you put on your best Evil Shadow™ voice and start saying truly stupid things. Rime cracks a smile. He'll eventually laugh, if not just because you're trying so hard. The effort you put in probably makes him feel better than your actual performance.

Sage is trying to be flirty, using innuendos and (frankly kinda corny, but it works when it's him) pick-up lines and putting his hand in your knee and whatever, all while you're out in public at the tavern. So you wait until he's taking a (pretty deep) swig of ale to try out a Kermit-the-Frog-esque voice and flirt back. He promptly spits out his drink because he's laughing so hard, but then he kinda chokes like he's got a hairball so. Um. Help.

Side note what if you were a voice actor for Ex Nihilo?? Or the original Last Legacy if you're older??? You confront LoS (who you know is Mike at this point) and do the voice of whatever character you were and he fucking knows that you've figured him out.

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