#(he gave me his number so he could let me know if he was going to the microsoldering center)

[artsy-hobbitses]

In truth there is no better place to be Than falling out of darkness still to see Without a premonition Could you tell me where we stand? I'd hate to lose this light Before we land And when I feel like I can feel once again Let me stay a while Soak it in a while If we can hold on we can fix what is wrong Buy a little time For this head of mine Haven for us

One of the things that I adore about Ties That Bind was the journey that Preston 'Prowl' Wan took to become a fully-fledged character, where he initially began as simply a mirror of IDW Prowl. And to honour that development, the man whose compassion is no less real for being learned rather than innate, who sees numbers and the faces behind them with the same crackshot clarity, and who believes not in gods or fate or a higher calling but in people, and in you Jazz, has earned a brand new character sheet! His old sheet can be found here And below, you'll finally find his full story!

Preston Wan Peirong remembers little of his childhood, which is perhaps for the best in some aspects; Hard to tell the truth from a lie in a memory when one doesn’t know how many times they have been ‘rewritten’.

However, what he can tell you with unnerving clarity was the coldness of it all. The sterility. The unquestionable sense of order and obedience to the system he was told kept the world from devolving into chaos after it narrowly avoided total annihilation. 

As a cold construct, Preston was a part of a batch commissioned specifically for the law enforcement division and grew up in the youth wing of China’s Public Security Academy in Beijing. Here, he was trained to become a police officer from the day he was old enough to respond when the numbers under the barcode stamped on his neck were called out: P7031 Names weren’t given; Names had to be earned. 

Every aspect of his life and that of those in his batch was strictly regimented down to the last minute; Food calculated down to the last calorie for maximum performance with minimum waste to funding. Lesson room, shooting range and dorm temperatures kept frigid to ‘sharpen the mind’. The text which met his gaze, the lessons which rang in his ears, the words that came out of his mouth when he was permitted to speak.

He learned early on what his purpose was in the world, and had it drilled into him how integral purpose was to keeping the system running; Everyone had a purpose, everything had its place, and as long as the people understood both, order would be maintained, and order had to be maintained to keep the peace for the good of the many. Sometimes, yes, that meant oiling the gears. Other times, it was hammering down stray nails.

That purpose drove him, and by seven, indoctrinated him so thoroughly that he didn’t question the stinging in his knees when he was ordered to kneel on rice grains during his lesson drills, or his own hunger when ordered to go without meals until he’d learned to disassemble and reassemble his weapon at a speed which put officer cadets to shame. 

At eight however, the sterile and orderly world he knew within the academy walls began to crack; Sitting on the top of his batch, it was decided by the academy trainers that he needed more one-on-one tutelage after class hours. It was decided that he needed a handler. 

Tan Yumei was a former soldier; a renown crackshot with steel in her eyes and in her bones from years in service to the state; The kind that made her sit up straighter when the offer was made for her to become a glorified babysitter—in her words—to what had to be the world’s best behaved boy. 

Asset, the interviewer would correct her. Not a boy; an asset. Our asset. 

The promise of a job in the academy which would come with pay and medical benefits which far eclipsed her government pension was too tantalizing to pass up, and she took on the child known as P7031 under her wing. 

She was to train him in field work and help with his assimilation into society; the silo of the academy gave him the skills necessary, but could only do so much to help him function as part of the system. 

As often as she was told to treat him as an asset, a tool rather than a child, that proved easier said than done as Yumei found herself warming up to all four-foot-six of stoic, stony-faced, serious-as-a-heart attack P7031. 

It started small and innocuous; ice cream as a treat for a job well done, something completely novel to the child. No sense using the stick exclusively when the carrot was there as long as results were achieved, she would assure the staff.

This hid her growing disturbance with the way P7031 was raised, more so as he began to light up when when she greeted him every morning, began to smile as she praised him for things that weren’t tied to the purpose given to him by the academy, began to question the world around him in ways he had never been given the chance to do before with the kind of childish wonderment that dissipated into thin air when it came time to return to the academy. 

And P7031 began to feel his worldview shift as well, as she was the first person to treat him like the child that he was, whether it be reading with him young adult novels not approved by the academy board or snapping the very first pictures of himself he was allowed to keep (a gift to remind him that he existed beyond the academy walls). Attachments were an alien concept to him; he understood that his purpose meant connections beyond duty—whether it be family or friends, neither of which he had prior to Yumei— were wasteful, unnecessary, dangerous. But for the first time in his nine years of living, he wanted for something more than purpose. He wanted a life with his handler, his mother, as the card he presented to her on a second Sunday in May proclaimed with words easier written than spoken.

And as the time grew near for her handler contract with the academy to end, it was a sentiment Yumei echoed. 

When he was ten years old, she came for him after hours; silent, stealthy and wreathed in shadow, promising him a life away from the academy, from a purpose he never asked for. 

And at ten years old, time froze for him. 

P7031 didn’t remember anything of that night; The escape to the docks. The lullaby hummed to keep him calm. The struggle and the thunderclap that spattered his coat in blood that wasn’t his, and the wretched, barely human sound that tore from his throat. 

He didn’t remember being dragged back to the academy beaten within an inch of his life screaming blue murder. 

Didn’t remember the golden eyes crinkled at the edges with amusement as he begged for them to stop, because he knew Uncle Gold-Eyes, the one they called Trepan, to be a doctor who dealt with ‘defective’ assets; something he had once prided himself in never being. He didn’t care that he was defective; they had already taken the only person worth anything in his life away from him physically, and they were prepared to take what remained of her in his mind to ‘fix’ him. 

His pleas fell on deaf ears, and what he did remember, after all this, is simply his dorm room, Spartan as ever. 

Life went on, with only whispers of the unexplained cancellation of the handler initiative, which he’d never heard of, as a ripple in the monotony of his classes, shooting range practice and on-field assignments.

At eighteen, he graduated from the academy and finally earned the right to a name, and P7031 became Officer Wan Peirong, assigned to the Chengdu Security Bureau where he became one of its rising stars. 

His professionalism, loyalty and sense of duty were unmatched, even among his batch, and he unquestioningly served the system that kept the nation running. Criminals had no place in the system, but as he was told by his superiors, neither did dissidents who threatened order and had to be re-educated, taught the error of their ways to become productive citizens the same way he had been molded into a model worker in the academy. 

In this period, blips in his memories became more frequent, though his attending physician dismissed his concerns as it didn’t impact his work. Work which he began to question one day when his task entailed breaking up a miners’ protest downtown. As he led one activist away, an elderly woman kowtowed at his feet, begging for him to show mercy to her son, and something in her voice made him loosen his grip with the beginnings of doubt.

Miners were not an outlying group; they were a sizable section of the populace, and they weren’t the only group voicing their grievances. He was tasked with helping keep the peace; something he was told repeatedly that the many desired over the few who bucked against the order. But who was he serving when those who bucked against the order he was told should not be challenged became the many? 

It was a question Peirong struggled with as the days went by and dissent grew louder among the working class, which authorities were ordered to respond to with mounting force even for the pettiest infractions.

He began to seek out banned texts, including translated copies of ‘Towards Peace’, supposedly penned by a Cold Construct just like him from the west, to gain clarity on the situation; He reasoned that ne had to study all angles before making a move after all, and the more he read, the more shaky his faith grew in an institution which was far from the paragon he had been promised in the academy. 

He wasn’t a fool however; he knew how the system worked inside and out, and began searching for loopholes to secretly help out people he believed were being failed by the system, as well as utilising malicious compliance to cover his tracks in a real-time game of chess with his superiors.

It all came to a boiling point one day, as he was assigned to a squad escorting a group of political prisoners to a new facility. 

Among them was someone Peirong recognised as one Brandon Shen Bailin; a charismatic and  defiant radio deejay-reporter from Hong Kong who recently came out as a Cold Construct and was nicknamed the ‘Blaster’ for the exposes he penned about the government. 

Brandon had gone missing weeks ago on assignment in Xinjiang; no amount of bandages and no large a hoodie could hide the toll that time had taken on the man, who was now emaciated and missing all of his fingers.

Before Peirong could fully process what he was seeing, the reporter was separated from the rest of prisoners and forced to kneel, as a gun was placed in Peirong’s hands by the Second-Level Inspector and he was told to dispose of this enemy of the state.

What was unspoken but clearly understood between both of them, as Peirong could deduce from the officers closing in on him, was that this was a test of loyalty as his wavering faith in the system was becoming clear to the bureau’s cabal. 

The choice was made in a split second; he refused his commanding superior’s orders, shot the man square between the eyes before they could draw their weapon and then kneecaped the rest of the officers before the dust settled.

Hauling Brandon into the shotgun seat of the prisoner transport truck and driving off, he helped the reporter liaise with a contact that directed them to a rendezvous point at the nearby contested China-Arunachal Pradesh border to fight extradition orders. 

With authorities not far behind, Peirong pressed on and covered for them as they raced towards the border, following in Brandon’s lead. He had spoken with them throughout the journey; stilted and monotonous as ever on his end as he struggled to connect with them, but two things were clear, as they made that run for freedom:

The first was that the system was untenable if it would deem parents, poets, artists and blue collar workers–the many, the unarmed—as enemies of the state.  The second, was that while they ran for their lives, he wasn’t sure whether he’d ever truly lived at all. 

This was a sentiment that Peiriong echoed, after he was overpowered by men in the same uniform he wore, to the constable pressing the nozzle of a gun to his forehead; That they were free to take his life, a life where the only moment he’d felt even barely alive was he had defied an order for the first time. 

The argument that occurred next between two commanding officers who debated his fate was a surprise, though not so much as the revelation that this wasn’t the ‘first time’ he had broken protocol, and that he had apparently broken protocol one too many times that they were now weighing his use against the cost needed for his ‘upkeep’. 

In a day of firsts, it was also the first time Peirong had allowed his emotions to overwhelm him, as his increasingly frantic demands to know what they did to him before this���suddenly the blips in his memories made sense—was met with a pistol whip to the temple, and booming sound which made him believe for a fraction of a second that the gunman had kept true to the threat to kill him. 

Except he still breathed, and despite the ringing in his ears, he dazedly managed to push himself up to see the officers scattered and stunned while a new man stood in their midst; armored, backlit against the sun, and smiling.

The words were muffled, but he could read the man’s lips clearly; “Focus on me.” 

It was the singular thread of clarity he needed to finally accept the hand outstretched to him as both of them made a run for the waiting aircraft that would, for better or worse, take him away from his purpose, from the only life he knew. 

The man, who introduced himself as Jace Zayden codenamed Jazz, was a friend of Brandon who had refused to leave without the lone cop who had risked everything to help them.

And where Peirong had feared losing his purpose, his reason for existing with the single step he took beyond China’s borders, he found that he had instead traded it in for another the moment Jace invited him to team leader Omar ‘Orion Pax’ Parvez’s table to discuss strategy; something this new team desperately needed. 

He chose a new name, Preston, to mark his departure from his old life, and focused on his new purpose as framed by the man who saw worth in his life when those he’d once pledged it to did not: Peace through compassion, even if learned, over oppression. 

And between understanding what it meant to live as a man rather than a government asset, and forging connections beyond what duty once dictated for him, maybe, just maybe he could one day piece together the scattered fragments of his past. 

[venic-bxtch]

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✼Joe Burrow x Ambitious!reader✼

✼pt.2✼

Joe showed up at the gym the next morning, earlier than usual. It wasn’t like he was desperate or anything—he just happened to feel like switching up his routine.

Right. Sure.

He scanned the room as he walked in, towel slung over his shoulder, trying to be casual. And there she was, back on the treadmill, jogging at that same determined pace. You were focused, earbuds in, and entirely in your own world.

Joe wandered over to the free weights, pretending to stretch while sneaking glances at her. You had no idea he was there—again. It was kind of infuriating but also weirdly endearing.

He waited until you slowed to a walk, then grabbed a bottle of water and made his way over, trying to act like he wasn’t counting every step.

“Hey,” he said casually, hopping onto the treadmill next to hers.

You glanced over, eyebrows raising in recognition. “Oh. Football guy.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “That’s one way to remember me.”

“Joe, right?” You said, wiping your forehead with her sleeve.

He grinned, absurdly pleased you remembered. “Yeah. And you are…?”

Your face lit up with a sheepish smile. “Oh. I never told you, did I? It’s Y/N.”

“Y/N,” he repeated, testing it out. “Nice to officially meet you.”

You slowed her treadmill to a stop and hopped off, grabbing your water bottle. “So, Joe, you always this friendly, or do you just make it a habit to harass strangers on treadmills?”

“Only the ones who look like they’re having a terrible time,” he shot back, smiling.

You laughed, “Fair enough. And what about you? Back for round two of your usual routine?”

“Something like that,” he said. “Thought I’d see if you got the job.”

Your smile faltered, and you shook your head. “Not this time. But there’s always next week.”

“Sorry to hear that,” he said, genuinely meaning it. “What are they, blind? They don’t know what they’re missing.”

You gave him a look, like you couldn’t tell if he was serious or just being nice. “I don’t know about that, but thanks. What about you? Big game coming up?”

He hesitated, realizing she had no idea who he really was. She didn’t know about the upcoming season, the pressure, or the fact that half the city expected him to carry the Bengals back to the playoffs.

“Yeah, something like that,” he said, keeping it vague. “But, uh, I wouldn’t want to bore you with football stuff.”

“Good call,” you said with a grin.

He laughed again, unable to help himself. God, she was something else.

As you grabbed her stuff to leave, he blurted out, “Hey, can I get your number?”

You froze, glancing back at him with a mix of surprise and amusement. “You want my number?”

He nodded, trying to keep his cool. “You know, so I can check in on how the job hunt’s going. Strictly motivational purposes.”

“Right,” you said, biting back a smile. “Motivational.”

Joe shrugged, his grin widening. “You seem like you could use a good cheerleader.”

You paused, then reached into your bag and pulled out a scrap of paper. Scribbling something down, you handed it to him.

“Don’t make me regret this, Football Guy.”

He took the paper, feeling a rush of victory. “I won’t. Promise.”

As you walked away, he glanced down at the number, your name written neatly underneath.

This time, he knew exactly who you were. And there was no way he was letting yiu slip away again.

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@joeyfranchise @blackynsupremacy

[ink-stainedkiss]

✧ ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ ɢᴏᴊᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ✧

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐮𝐥𝐠𝐚𝐫

Word Count: 1.1k

Type:Fluff with a dash of hurt/comfort

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𝘚𝘶𝘮: 𝘈 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦

Truthfully, it wasn’t the guys fault. When he had looked up from his food at the cafe, his eyes found you, and he decided he was going to try and flirtatiously get your number, he hadn’t known the force that would come from his actions. You were sitting comfortably outside of the shop, finding comfort in your phone and a steaming hot pastry. You had heard his footsteps coming and you were filled with confusion as a random man stood happily in front of you. Skeptically, you set down your phone,passing a glance to the busy sidewalk for any sign of your boyfriend. He had told you that he would be picking you up a small gift so there would be a few minutes where you would sit alone. You didn’t mind, believing that you would get a moment of peace on this breezy summer day.

Unfortunately for you, the universe decided to sweep your feet out from under you. Your eyes narrowed as you watched him look you up and down. Holding down a groan, you were so naive to believe that a man who was all too eager to greet you the second you sat down wanted nothing but wholesome things. A small smirk melted onto his face as he finally found your eyes.

“Can I help you with something?” You asked boredly

You weren’t looking for a fight, so you kept your tone just barely under the line of disgust. His hand landed on the empty chair across from you, a light chuckle leaving his lips.

“I’m sure you can.” Your eyes closed in pure disappointment at his poor excuse of a pickup line,”But I just noticed you from inside and wanted to introduce myself.”

You faked a smile, nodding like his words actually interested you. As he gave you his name, the hand on the chair moved quickly, reaching out for you to shake. You looked past him,praying that you would see the recognizable mess of white hair that you loved, but alas, nothing. You bit down a groan, reaching up reluctantly, and interlocking your hands. You tried to ignore the fact that sweat was completely covering his hand as he squeezed your hand. You had to break the contact first, rather forcefully, and you knew that was your sign to find somewhere else to wait. His eyes gawked at you more and you glanced at your phone. I’ll just text him that the cafe was busy.

With your actions decided, you stood from the table, grabbing your stuff,”Sorry, but I’m supposed to be meeting someone and I need to go.”

The ever persistent man frowned at your words, stepping forward to you,”Aw, so soon? Can’t you just stay with me for a second?”

An audible sigh left you as you shook your head,”I have to go.” Your statement fell on deaf ears as he let out a scoff. Before you could fully turn around, his clammy hand gripped onto your wrist, turning you back to face him.

You cursed yourself for the populated area. You wouldn’t be able to use your cursed technique on him in a scene like this. Your jaw tensed as you tried to rip your body away, but his hold was like iron. Great. You were just about to raise your voice when an overwhelming tension filled the air around you. You didn’t have to turn to know who was behind you. Fear entered the man’s eyes as he flicked his gaze towards the presence walking closer. A lanky arm slid its way around your waist and you sighed in relief as a head rested on your shoulder. In the corner of your eye you caught a puff of white and you knew that everything would be fine.

“Hey babe.” He purred next to your ear,”Is this one of your friends?”

The question was extremely rhetorical but you answered either way,”No. I have no clue who this is.”

A ‘tsk’ left your boyfriend's mouth and he tightened his hold on you. The man watched at him and you could feel just how intense their stare-off was ,”So do you usually grab onto random people? Or is she an exception?”

Like your skin ignited into flames he retracted his hand,”I-I don’t want any trouble man.”

A hum came from your boyfriend as he shifted his head. Delicate kisses landed on your exposed neck and you couldn't help but flush,”Saturou.” Your voice reciprocated your embarrassment as the sorcerer marked you in the middle of a street. Gojo was never one to hide his affection.

He looked back up towards the man,”Good. Because if you held on a second longer I would have killed you.”

The man clearly got the hint and started to back away, once his body turned around, he set in a full sprint. Gojo let out a disappointed hum,”Aw, I really thought we were gonna have some fun.” You rolled your eyes half heartedly, spinning to face the man,”You can’t go hurting everyone.”

The sorcerer shrugged,”I think he would have deserved it.” You couldn’t help the small giggle that left you. At the sound of your laughter, Gojo instantly felt better, but just to make sure, he placed one of his hands against your cheek. His thumb caressed your cheek softly and his cerulean eyes scanned over every inch of your face,”Are you sure you’re alright?”

You smiled at his worry and placed a gentle kiss against his lips,”Yes. I'm alright, I promise,” Raising your wrist, you showed there was no marks left behind,”I totally could have beat that guy’s ass.”

A hearty laugh sounded from Gojo and before you could realize what happened, he was placing continues kisses on your face,”I love you so much.” There was a hint of amusement in his tone, but you knew behind his cool exterior, Gojo held you in a special place in his heart.

You laughed at his antics, pushing him away but you both knew that you didn’t want him to go away, ”Alright,alright, I love you too, now get off of me.” The man wrapped his arm around your shoulder, already leading you away,”Let’s head home, I'm sure there won’t be any creeps there.”

He landed one more gentle kiss to your hair and the two of you left the street. As you walked with him, you started to feel a sense of safety and comfort. It wasn’t a new feeling. You felt as if nothing could hurt you when you were with him. Not because he was the strongest, but because he wouldn’t let anything happen to you.

[pipsqueaks89934]

December 1st: Gifts

Warnings: stalking, kidnapping, blood, gore, age gap, getting knocked out, Yandere stuff

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Ever since December 1st, you've been getting these weird gifts in the mail like jewelry, your favorite snacks, stuffed animals, and other things. Of course, you didn't mind it, I mean who wouldn't like gifts? You just thought it was just your boyfriend or friends being nice but when you tried to thank any of them they all refused to give them to you with a confused look on their faces. Even after talking to everyone you knew about the gifts you were getting, they wouldn't stop if anything they were getting a little alarming like on top of the nicely wrapped gift would be a note, drops of a mysterious red liquid, or a text from a random number telling you that your gift has arrived and he can't wait for you to see what's inside.

“Babe, there's another gift and the note says I can't wait to see you soon!” you say into your phone as the voicemail lady asks you if you want to re-record your message.

As you put your phone away into your pocket you look at the onymous gift that has been left on your doorstep. After a few minutes, you decide that it would be best if you brought it inside since you felt like someone was watching your every move.

What could my boyfriend be doing that's more important than answering his phone?

While you look at the beautiful wrapped present something inside of you is telling you not to open it and call the cops. Despite your better judgment, you get your box cutter and open up the mysterious gift that your stalker gave you. When you opened the box the sight inside made you scream and call 911.

“911 what’s your emergency?” the lady on the other end said politely.

“MyboyfriendsheadisinthisboxthatsomerandompersongavemeSENDSOMEONENOW!” you said quickly as you yelled the last part into the poor girl's ear.

“Ma’am you need to calm down,” the lady said with a hint of sympathy in her tone. “Now tell me again but this time slower.”

“My boyfriend’s head is in this present that some psycho gave me, can you send someone now?” you try to say calmly but you are still in a panic.

“I'll have officers at your house soon,” the lady said hurriedly as she began to panic. “Can you answer a few questions for me first?”

“Yes, ma'am.”

“How long have you known the victim?”

“A few months.”

“Where did you meet?”

“A mutual friend's birthday party.”

“Did you ever want to hurt him in any way, shape, or form?”

“What no, he was my boyfriend!”

“Did you ever hurt him in any way, shape, or form?”

“No!”

“Did he ever hurt you in any way, shape, or form?”

“No.”

“Do you know who did this to your boyfriend or anyone who might have done this?”

“No, not that I can think of.”

“Did you touch any part of the crime scene?”

“Only the note, the envelope, the box, the box cutter.”

“Okay, the police should be there shortly, can you stay on the line until they get there?”

“Yes!”

A few seconds later you heard a pounding on the door with the words, ‘This is the police’ following after it.

“I think the police are here,” you say quietly into your phone to the lady. “I'm going to go let them in!”

“Alright, call again if you or they need anything!” she said before you hit the hang-up button.

After the call, you walked to your front door so you could let the police in but before you could get a good look at the policemen you were knocked out. When you woke up you saw a man that you'd seen a few times at work standing in front of you.

“Why am I here? Where are the cops? Who are you? Where am I?” you asked the man in a panic while looking around the room.

“Wow, so many questions,” the man laughed as if you had said something funny. “Well to start I’m Landon, I'm 23, you're in my basement, and the cops are never going to find us. I saw you at your work and I just thought you were the cutest little thing so I started to send you gifts but you ruined it by calling the cops.”

“But I don't know you!” you said before Landon bent down in front of you.

“That’s okay because I know you and we have all the time in the world for you to know me,” he said while rubbing your thigh. “The sad thing is that you have to stay down here until I can trust you but don't worry you have everything you need.”

[schlattslonghairytoes]

watching every single barbie movie 🎀 🩷

content creator ted nivison x actress reader

a youtuber dms you asking for help with a video, do you agree and meet this overly passionate film major, or opt out and possibly never meet the man of your dreams

ted had this video planned for months.

his goal was to watch every single barbie movie before the movie came out

and it was going well

the cast had already been announced and trailers had been released

and he had always loved your work

he thought you had a great filmography, and i mean, he also thought you were really hot

so he was really excited to see what you would bring to the screen

a week into his project he noticed he was getting a lot of attention on twitter (i'm not calling that shit X.)

he ignored it as usual, until his friend tucker told him he needed to go take a look, and tucker did not mess around about that stuff.

if he told you to check something, you better look.

he opened the clip of you and jack manifold, seemingly on his you laugh you lose series

the video started and you still maintained all three lives, while jack only had one left, you two were joking around and laughing

"objects ive shoved up my ass" was the next video and you and jack recited it together, almost making you laugh, ted was starting to regret listening to tucker, i mean this had nothing to do with him

until jack told chat to send in edits of his friends, and asked you to rate them, you agreed as that shit was funny, the first few rolled in, a couple "he's cute!" one "she's hot." but nothing that people cared about.

then came an edit of a man who you didnt know the name, but lord he was good looking, you barely even noticed how quiet, and red, you got

starstruck, you finally found words "jack who is that." jack was desperately trying to not laugh, as the stream was not near how long he wanted

"ted, my friend ted nivison" jack let out as he tried to calm his breathing.

you leaned close into your mic "chat, is this man accounted for." you stared intently at chat waiting for an answer, when you saw many no's you smiled

"this is a message to ted television- wait what was his name? nivison, doesnt even matter. if you see this, i want you. dm me, you beautiful, beautiful man." the stream quickly ended as jack couldnt keep it together.

ted was sat in bed, staring at his phone, for maybe twenty minutes, he rewatched the clip countless times

he was speechless

why was his celeb crush calling him beautiful?!?

he was too scared to dm you, like what if you didnt see it

or what if you just said it cause you were live?

so decided to grow a pair and ask jack for your number, it felt more formal that way.

the day after your stream with jack you recieved a text from an unknown number

and god you really hoped it was the man from the edit

so thats what you did, and he answered your facetime within two rings. hot.

his face and dopey grin filled the screen, as well as your heart "hi ted." you smiled at him

"hi." the call was silent for a while, as you two kinda just took the other in

"i have a question." ted finally broke the scilence when you nodded and gave him the go away he began his tangent.

"well as we know you are in the upcoming barbie movie, and ive began a project to watch every single barbie movie before i go and see the movie, i was wondering if you would like to maybe, be in the video, you of course dont have to, i understand if thats weird but i rea-"

"ill be in your video ted, just tell me where you want me and ill be there." ted smiled anxiously, you could tell how much this ment to him.

you two continued talking for the coming weeks

and became very close, like it was so obvious you wanted eachother

flirting, joking, and borderline sexting became normal for the two of you

and even with very tough scheduling

and alot of sacrifices

you were going to miss one interview to drive to teds house and spend a whole day watching barbie movies with him

finding out ted only lived like 45 minutes from you was the peak of your year

on your drive to his house you thought about how fast this man made an impact on your chaos filled life

you spent most days on camera with a mic in your face, being asked questions by people who dont know you

today you were gonna watch nine movies with someone who you actually hoped would never stop asking you questions

when you arrived at teds apartment, you were filled with excitement, what should you even do when you saw him, hug him, kiss him?

you were scared you were gonna make a decision you would later regret, but the moment the door flung open you knew that wasnt possible

ted launched at you and swept you off your feet in a bone crushing hug, and you couldnt of been happier.

you stayed like that for a moment until he finally let you down and you could actually get a good look at him

his tall frame filled your view, and you felt yourself going feral

the day was spent watching movies, the occasional makeout sesh, and filming for his youtube channel

lets just say, thank jack manifold, for getting you on that grind ;)

guys im back, still a little sick, but we prevail 💪

cant stop that jack manifold grind 😉

im so sorry the ending sucks butt, im so tired and want to nap, so the 5 of yall that read this will have to live

[oatmealcrisp-freak]

Big fan of the idea that Victor THOUGHT he gave his number to Yuuri and that's why he was so jilted at first (on account of he thought he got played then ghosted), and then the next morning he's scrolling through his phone and realizes he doesn't have Yuuri's number and promptly realizes that oh shit no he didn't, that was someone ELSE he gave his number to, he misremembered!

Like, he didn't check before then because he wanted Yuuri to contact him first in an attempt at being coy, overthought it and got depressed ala 'omg he doesnt wanna talk to me after all wtf that bitch q0q', and then takes Yuuri's rendition of Stammi Vicino as just that. "....This is it. THIS IS THE SIGN. I've waited months for this!! Maybe he's just phone shy!!! Fuck it. Two tickets to Japan for me and my dog, pls!!!!"

And THAT'S why we go from "I have gold medals in negging too!!"

(BULLYING HIM. MEAN TO HIM. This is exactly what you say to a guy you barely know who you're trying to seduce yep yep)

to, "So...... who's my competition for your hand in marriage? How straight are you? I promise I won't judge you if you've been with a woman before, I have too!"

(I love how he just lights up the second Yuuri's like 'no, no girlfriends atm' lmaoooo)

Like maybe he was all touchy feely and "lets sleep together Yuuri!" in an 'I'm willing to put this aside to be with you' thing? But maybe after he had that little crying jag after Yuuri flipped, it prompted him to check his assumptions/that thing he'd been taking for granted as 'obvious' the past few months because none of this makes sense...

And realizes whoops he fucked up, cus he warms up, like. SO fast.

Also

I think that would make this reaction even funnier than it already is lol

"Not only did we not exchange numbers like I thought we did buT HE WAS BLACK OUT DRUNK THE WHOLE TIME?!?!?!??!?!?!? Holy hell what must he have been thinking this whole year. Oh my God. I can't believe this. I have fumbled this seduction on so many levels how tf am I engaged I can never tell anyone about this ever for as long as I live. I especially can't tell Chris, after all that bitching I did about getting ghosted he'll RUIN me."

And speaking of Chris, this could explain why he's so catty too about Yuuri 'keeping Victor to himself' and 'sinning'. His bestie retired to coach the asshole who ghosted him? Seriously?? Before Chris could even beat Victor to gold??? Nah hon. Who wouldn't be protective in that situation even if the bridges there are 'mended' so to speak? And then be forced to let it go when he sees first hand how close they really are and how happy Victor is because of Yuuri?

The second Chris discovers what the shit happened he's never gonna let Victor live it down, nope lmao That's going in the Best Man speech.

Speaking as a person with a terrible memory who has to do the 'did I remember to take my pills? Yes, I did. I recall that I did. ...No wait, no I didn't I'm thinking of yesterday' daily, I think this is a possibility!!

[beef-brisket]

Lucifer looked up and smiled at Adam: Sorry about that! I'm fine, love. Just- in my head. As usual.

Adam cupped his cheek: You don't have to hide there anymore, not around me, Luci.

Lucifer leaned into his hand: I know, Addy. It's just a hard habit to break. I'll get there. Now, let's have a look at everything.

For a few hours, they went through the clothes and items they brought, and most Adam snuck into the cart without Lucifer seeing.

Soon, it was dinner time. Adam tensed when Steve helped Alastor bring the food out, but strangely, he didn't stay. Alastor bent down and whispered something to him, making Steve quickly walk up the stairs and out of their vision.

Not that Adam cared. It made dinner more comfortable.

Steve was on night duty. Apparently, that was part of his duties now. Husker used to do it, but he'd either be too drink or passed out.

This was Steve's chance to finally prove himself. He had a plate of food next to him, he was a bit disappointed that Mr Alastor made him go without dinner for a few hours.

He slowly ate as he scrolled through his phone. He could feel his eyes closing, but that's what his giant mug of coffee for.

Steve perked up when he heard the lobby door open. He was especially interested when it wasn't the spider stalking in, but instead, it was a large, shark sinner.

Craig eyed Steve. Looks like he's found his target.

Craig: Hey uh... this is the Hazbin, right? You redeem sinners here?

Steve: Oh! Uh- yes it is! Are you interested?

Craig walked over, Steve watched as his large form moved closer. He almost missed what he said, his eyes too busy focusing on the muscles under his tight shirt.

Craig: Yeah, I'm interested. Want to give me a run down, toots?

Steve blushed and quickly pulled out the instruction book Charlie gave him in case this ever happened.

Craig listened as Steve talked. He could tell this guy is a people pleaser, or there's something else going on with him. Getting in this guy's pants will be easy, and Craig can't say no to a decent fuck every now and then.

Steve: Okay! So, I'll put you in a room, and tomorrow, Miss Charlotte will show you around and work your classes out.

Craig: Great, thanks babe~.

Steve blushed and grabbed a set of keys. He may have put Craig in a room a few doors down from him, but he's sure no one will question that.

Steve: So, here we are! My room is just down there, so if you need anything- anytime that's likely where I'll be- unless it's nighttime, then I'll be at the desk- I've put my phone number on here for you!

Craig smiled as Steve handed him a ripped piece of paper with a phone number on it.

Craig: Awesome. I look forward to seeing you in the morning~.

Steve: Y-Yeah- you to, Craig! Have a good sleep!

Craig watched Steve walk off. Looks like he's in the door.

Steve At The Hotel

@beef-brisket

Lucifer smiled at Adam as he rested in bed, hands on his pregnant belly. It was hard to believe that they were going to have twins and just got married.

Finally, they were with their soulmate after all the bull shit they went through.

Finally they can relax.

-

Steve smiled at the radio demon he was so excited to start working for him.

Alastor gave Steve a room key for his room at the hotel.

Steve: Thank you Mr Alastor sir. I won’t let you down.

Alastor smiled: Oh I know you won’t.

[tennessoui]

How dare u what was that last part? Anakin?????

yea :)

[nudibutch]

bought a new used phone from a guy who goes by zombie whose he/they husband was also helping me get it set up. nothing but fucking respect

[andichoseyou]

i wish i could put into words the way i feel right now. i feel like i'm doing everything i can to do the right thing. the right thing for ME. but with every decision i make, i feel extreme guilt and second guess myself like crazy. like i dont KNOW what im doing idk if any of the decisions i am making are actually good for me. i am constantly in this state of isolation and loneliness, but when there's a chance for a potential romantic relationship i back away and ignore the possibilities of what could come from it. i don't want to be in love but i crave intimacy. i don't want to hook up and leave, but i want someone to hold me.

[dualnaturedscientist]

"How would Maddrix be the key to saving them? We can help rescue the others. Someone had saved you from that place already. Atomic Steele, but you had escaped from them when you had woken up. You must have mistaken him for one of those responsible. I assure you. You aren't in danger with Atomic Steele or Eletric Blur. He only wished to save you. Come with me to my spouses former lair. We will talk about and have the others escape. With our help." Evangeline thought hard bout this. "Will I be able to speak with Matthew? I need him to be there. He's the key to saving all of them. He's the key to defeating Myra." Tristan remembered what Matthew had told them. It made him reluctant to agree. "Would that be the only way you'd come with us willingly?" The woman took a moment before responding. "Yes. It would be the only reason I would come with you. To speak with Matthew. He is the key." Tristan didn't want to force Matthew to be around this woman. It was crucial, though. He will ask his father-in-law to come to the lair to speak with Evangeline afterward. If he declines, she would be shit out of luck. He won't force him to go. She would have to make do with them helping. If Matthew didn't want to face her again, he won't. "I'll bring you somewhere safe, where we can talk. If Matthew chooses to speak with you, he will. If not. You will do make do with just us." Evangeline thought for a moment. That was a better possibility. "Yes. Please tell him he can greatly help end an evil operating. That he could free innocent souls from the dreamless slumber. I will come back with you, no trouble from me." With that said, Wordman took a hold of the woman. "Hold onto me tight." The woman did as instruction and held onto Tristan tightly. They flew off and found Atomic Steele and his friend Electric Blur. "I found her. You don't need to look any further. Let's meet back at the lair now." They were surprised by the cooperation from Evangeline but nodded. "We will be right there." With that said, Wordman took off for the warehouse with Evangeline in his arms. The chaotic four pondered about the little church grim. It still hadn't relinquished the leg from Patricia. Each time they attempted to take it back, the dog would start to growl. It was intimidating, to be honest, considering the dog looked dead himself. Patricia hopped over to the creature with something in hand, getting a bone that was kept around. "Hey, look at this. A bone just for you! If you give up my leg, you can take this." She had just taken the random bone from a bag that was on here. The church grim had given the bone a curious sniff but seemed to look his nose up at it. They were ready to come up with solutions for getting her leg away from the dog when they heard someone at the door. Tristan and come in with Evangeline in tow. Followed by Atomic Steele and Electric Blur. So that's the one who tormented Matthew along with Drake. Gene immediately went onto guard. This woman was someone his fathered feared. "I'm back. We have found Evangeline, and she agreed to come with us with one condition. Matthew comes here so that she can talk with him." Gene felt reluctant. It was clear that Matthew wanted nothing to do with Evangeline, but this was a serious matter. "I will phone him and ask if he'll be willing to come here and talk. If he says no, that's tough cookies for you, lady." He gave the woman a harsh look. "Of course. Please. It's incredibly important. He could free all of them. Myras is not dead. She can't be. There's a reason for it, and Matthew is the only one who can face them." Gene frowned at that. "Alright. Let me contact him right now." With that said, Gene dug his cellphone out from his pocket. He dialed his house number in, knowing his fathers would answer it. "Hello?" It was Carl who picked up this time. "Hey, dad. I need to speak to pops. It's important." Carl seemed hesitant but agreed. "Alright, he's right here." Carl handed over the phone to Matthew.

"Hold on a minute, some weird guy is staring at me. Probably some bum trying to get change off of me." Comments like that had ensured he would absolutely be relieved of guilt for what was to happen next. A smile spreads across the figure's facial features, revealing inhumanly sharp teeth glinting in the street lights. A hand quickly shot out, taking a hold of the rather obnoxious man. "What the hell are you doing-" A scream soon pierced the quietness of the night. It quickly became a horrendous gurgling noise. The cellphone in the man's hand had fallen in the process. Leaving the person on the other end to become worried and confused about what was happening to the man. It didn't take very long for the man to become completely still. The figure allows him to finally fall to the cement below, licking at his blood stained lips in satisfaction. "The night, it is still so young. I don't think I shall waste another minute on you." Like a ghost in the night, he had vanished. As if he were never there. Leaving only the grotesque mess he had made for others to find. Unknown to him, there was a witness to this who had seen the whole thing. Watching in complete and utter fear. The figure grinned, it was as if he were seeing the world through different eyes. The opportunities that awaited him. It sent a shiver of excitement up his spine. His thirst might have satiated but he wasn't satisfied with only that. Oh no. There was so much more he had in mind for this city. Just wait till morning until they discover his little surprise for all to see. It wasn't until hours later did he finally return to the house. Feeling pleased with himself. Carl shot up in bed, heart racing so fast within his chest. Calming down once realizing he was in bed with Matthew. It took the retired scientist to recognize his surroundings. "That's right.. we're at Gene's place." The dream he had woken up from was already fading from his memory. It was rather absurd, recalling what he could. He could've sworn the dream was incredibly vivid and felt so real. But the little bits of the dream that he did remember became fuzzy and distant in his mind. Carl wasn't as quiet as he thought. Matthew had woken up. "Love, are you okay?" His voice had brought Carl from his thoughts. "Matthew, dearest. I hadn't meant to wake you up." He frowned, feeling guilty as he wanted his husband to get as much rest as needed. "It's alright, I needed to get up early anyway. Don't feel bad, my darling. I'm worried about you, though.” He gave Matthew a smile. “It was just a dream. I was just startled from a dream. I don't even remember what happened in it anymore. I'll be fine.” Matthew pulled the other into his arms, holding him in such a comforting manner. Placing a loving kiss to Carl's forehead. “Even so, I've still got you.” The former scientist blushed. Matthew still had such an effect on him even after all this time. “Thank you, my love.” They had stayed like that for a good while. It wasn't until Carl noticed the time that he forced Matthew to get out of bed and to get ready for his community service. Though there was something that had been bothering Carl since waking up. He had not remembered going back to bed after his conversation with Gene last night. No matter how much he tried to, it just kept coming up blank to him. Carl sighed, he must've been that tired that he didn't remember. He was getting up there in age. “I could stay back. Margaret won't be very happy about it but I don't want to leave you if you're not okay.” Carl smiled once more. “I'm not going to be responsible for what she'd do if you tried. You're also expecting a new face there, aren't you?” Matthew looked surprised at that. He had completely forgotten about that. And Carl did make a point. Wincing at the thought of what Margaret might do if he actually did skip out on it. Though for Carl, it would've been absolutely worth it. Whatever punishment she'd dole out, he'd endure for his dearest husband. “Go get dressed now.” Matthew chuckled at that before doing as he said. Leaving Carl to this thoughts.

Carl still felt unsettled by the dream, it was like he was walking through a mist. Yet at the same time it was like someone or something was controlling his body and actions. The dream was scary, but also ludicrous. At one point Carl thought he saw someone who looked like his old narcissus ex boyfriend who he never thought about again until now. Carl just let out a sigh and shook his head. 'It was just a nightmare.' Carl reassured himself. He remembered how reading how the mind and senses can trick the body into thinking something is real when it isn't. His strange dream was just one of those cases. Carl decided to get out of bed and go downstairs. He was going to try and help his son and other son-in-law deal with this strange and frightening case of kidnapping. Carl pushed away the issue of the nightmare and headed downstairs, ignoring the feeling of dread in the back of his mind. Carl also did not pay attention to that fact that his mouth was no longer dry and that there was no glass cup on the nightstand when he got up that morning. Atomic Steele surveyed the area with caution and an intense gaze. He was going over the area looking for something out of the ordinary. Something that had bothered his friend and teammate Electric Blur. Something in this seemingly abandoned area affected Blur's powers. "I wasn't sure what just happened. It felt like I was suddenly communicating emotionally with a strange energy wave that was being transmitted from there. I felt uneasy and scared...but also sad for some reason." That is what Blur told Atomic when she came back to their hideout looking shaken and worried. She told him she never felt anything like that before, not even from the fallen B.E.A.W labs. Atomic Steele offered to check it out for her as the young heroine wasn't keen on returning to the spot. While Electric Blur was being comforted by her other teammates, Atomic followed the directions the heroine had given him to the location where she felt the strange and unsettling energy. What Atomic Steele found when he got there was a large but abandoned warehouse surrounded by an empty field. The area was surrounded by a rusted, wired fence. The place looked like it hadn't been used for years. Still, the normally brave yet brash young hero couldn't help but feel a child go up his spine. His gut and instincts telling him there is something dangerous here, something evil. Atomic Steele walked up to the doors of the warehouse. He grabbed at a rusted handle and tried opening it. To the hero's surprise and growing caution, the door easily unlocked. Atomic Steele took a deep breath and steadied his nerves. He then proceeded inside the warehouse in a slow pace, ready to discover what laid inside. "Oh hello there Matthew. Cutting it a bit close are we." Miss Dewey lightly teased the former villain as he just came into the library to start his community service. "Sorry about that Miss Dewey. I had some problems this morning but I'm here now." Matthew replied, feeling a bit embarrassed about cutting things close. He really didn't want to leave Carl and Gene alone during the family crisis that was happening but at the same time he really didn't want to test the limits of his second chance at freedom from prison. Miss Dewey gave the man a look of sympathy and concern. "You know, if there is a serious problem going on at home, I wouldn't mind helping you fill out some forms to request a temporary leave from your community service." The librarian offered. Matthew smiled in appreciation at her kind gesture. "Thank you Miss Dewey but I'll be alright." Matthew responded. "So has the new service worker arrived yet?", the former villain asked. Miss Dewey smiled and nodded. "Yes he is here. Matthew, allow me to introduce you to Frank Leigh." Matthew glanced over to the man Miss Dewey introduced. He looked to be a few years older than Victor but still younger than Matthew and Carl. He had dark hair and light, blueish gray eyes. The man gave a friendly wave to Matthew. "Hi nice to meet you." Frank spoke in a kind tone. @dualnaturedscientist

[academy13]

Apparently, my night was going to consist of a drunk AF guy thinking I was on a date and causing me to wonder if that actually sort of did happen because I'm queer AF, have zero ability to tell if someone's into me, and am some flavor of neuro spicy. We'll see how this goes I guess....

[subbmissivesuccubus]

Oh God. You were going to die. This was it. It wasn't demons or Muzan that take you in the end. It was your damn husband and his insatiable lust and stamina.

Lying face down on the bed, you panted against the mattress, your face a mess of tears and sweat, hair sticking to your forehead, eyes rolled up and cheeks painted a bright red. Behind you, tugging at his cock and eager for round...whatever the next number- was your husband.

Maybe you shouldn't have riled him up the way you did. You know how possessive he can be so why on Earth did you purposefully get him jealous by flirting with another man? Oh, right. Because you wanted to get fucked rougher. Well, you got what you wanted and now you're going to die.

You jumped as you felt the familiar sensation of a fat cock press against your entrance, your stuffed cunt instantly begging for mercy. You swore that if he fucked you one more time- made you cum one more time- filled you with his seed even one more time- you'd see the pearly white gates call for you.

You gripped onto the bedsheets and pulled yourself away, your body working on autopilot as your husband had successfully fucked the brain cells out of you. You heard him chuckle as you tried to crawl away, your body feeling like jelly, your arms and legs numb and barely capable of getting you to the edge of the bed before:

A pair of hands grabbed you by the hips and dragged you back, laughing at your whine of protest. Uzui reeled his hand back and smacked you across your already beaten ass before he spread your legs and gave an equally painful spank to your pussy, making you scream. "Now, what made you think that was a smart idea? Try running away again and see what happens."

Obanai lets you think you escaped before he grabbed you by the ankles, ignoring your cries as he pulled you back towards him. He flipped you onto your back like you weighed nothing, making you squeal as he took a nipple between his fingers and twisted, your back arching off the bed. "Are you trying to piss me off even more?"

Just as you reached the edge of the bed, wondering if you could make it, you felt Rengoku press himself against your back and- oh- fuck! He slid right inside you! You gasped as the man pushed his cock in with one fell swoop, taking your breath away as he instantly started moving his hips, preferring to fuck you where you were instead of dragging you back. "Get comfortable, baby. I'm not done with you."

Sanemi caught you the second you tried to move, simply reaching forward to grab a fistful of your hair and pull harshly. You yelped as your neck was forced to snap back, your back arching as your husband pulled at your hair, his other hand looping to the front to grab you by the neck before he leaned towards your ear and growled: "I'm going to give you a choice. I can fuck you here, on the bed, or I chase you and fuck you where I catch you and trust me, I won't be as nice."

Gyomei didn't say anything, even as you got off the bed and onto your wobbly feet. You wondered if you could just leave when he said, in his booming voice: "Are you sure that's what you want to do?" You froze, body trembling. Why was one sentence enough for you to rethink your whole lives decisions? You didn't know what Gyomei meant by it, but you knew it probably wouldn't be fun. With a gulp, you climbed back onto the bed before getting in front of your husband. You spread your legs wide as you lay down in front of him, reaching down to grab at his fat cock and press it against your entrance. The man smiled as he slowly started to sink inside your familiar heat. "Good girl."

Giyuu grabbed you by the legs and pulled you back while also changing his own position. To your horror, you found yourself slung over his knee, a predicament you just experienced an hour before which was why your ass was a bright red already. You started apologizing profusely, kicking your legs like a toddler but your husband simply ignored your pleas and held you down, the task quite easy for him even if one arm of his was free to do the spanking. "It seems one round wasn't enough to discipline you. Guess we have to go again."

[rieamena]

"mama!"

your seven year old daughter climbed onto your bed, bouncing on the mattress before settling into your warm embrace under the blankets. running a hand through her pink hair, you answered softly, "yes, sweetheart?"

it was almost like your genes didn't put up a fight at all. your child, chikara, was the spitting image of her father, your husband, ryomen sukuna. same hair, same face shape, same facial features, the only thing that seemed to be your contribution was her personality, and even then, sometimes you'll see your husband's characteristic scowl on her little face

"how did you and daddy meet?" "well, it was–"

"what's goin' on in here? conspiring against me?" sukuna's voice filled the room as he leaned against the door frame, a cheeky smirk on his face. you saw your daughter's face brighten up as she jumped down to run to her father, "daddy! daddy! mommy's gonna tell the story of when you first met!" sukuna immediately looked at you, his index finger barely being fully wrapped by his daughter's hand

"she asked me to. guess watching all those romantic dramas with her rubbed off on her." you giggled, earning a scowl from him. "shut it woman. you know i hate them." "yeah..., that's definitely why we watch 90 day fiance every sunday together." "you got a problem with— stop tryna move me brat!"

"but daddyyyyy," she whined, still pushing against sukuna's body, "i don't wanna miss mommy's story!" "we're literally seven feet away from her."

your daughter pouted and stopped trying to get her dad to move. letting go of his finger, and leaving him at the doorway, chikara plopped herself down at your side with wide, eager eyes, "go on, mommy, tell me! i wanna know everything."

you smiled, looking at sukuna, who rolled his eyes but gave a small nod. "alright, sweetheart. it all started one day in the park when i was watching over megumi, and your dad was taking care of his younger brother, yuuji…"

"yuuji?" chikara interrupted, her face lighting up. "uncle yuuji was there too?"

"yep, yuuji was just a little kid back then," you said with a soft laugh. "he was running around, being his usual energetic self, when he tripped and scraped his knee. your dad, being the great caretaker he is—"

"—i was plenty good at it," sukuna muttered

you shot him a look and continued, "—didn't seem too worried. he told yuuji to stop crying."

"i did not say it like that," sukuna cut in, pushing off the doorframe and coming closer to the bed. "i told him to toughen up. gotta learn how to handle a few scrapes."

your daughter giggled, clearly entertained by the back-and-forth. "but mommy's a nurse, so she went over to help, right?"

"exactly. i couldn't just sit there watching, so i went over, knelt down, and started cleaning yuuji's knee. and i told your father—" you paused, giving sukuna a mischievous smile, "—that he should care more about his son instead of telling him to stop crying."

your daughter gasped dramatically, eyes wide with anticipation. sukuna groaned, running a hand over his face. "i knew you'd bring that up."

"and what did daddy say?" she asked, leaning in as if she could hardly wait

"he looked at me and said, 'that's not my son, that's my brother,'" you mimicked sukuna’s low, irritated tone. "i was so embarrassed!" sukuna chuckled at the memory, shaking his head. "you should've seen your mom’s face. all high and mighty, like she was about to call child protection services on me or something."

you couldn't help but laugh, too. "anyway, i patched yuuji up, and to make up for the misunderstanding, your dad suggested we set up a playdate for yuuji and megumi."

"a playdate?"

"yup," you nodded. "though i think your dad might've had other reasons for giving me his number." sukuna scoffed, folding his arms. "that didn’t happen."

you raised an eyebrow at him. "oh? so your eyes didn’t sparkle when i smiled and told you goodbye?" sukuna groaned again, this time louder. "my eyes did not do that."

chikara giggled harder, clearly enjoying the banter. "i think daddy liked you right away!" you smiled softly. "maybe he did. i mean, why else would he take me to a skate park for our first date?" sukuna rolled his eyes. "you said you wanted to learn how to skate. i was just being nice."

"uh-huh. sure," you teased. "and he was so good at it, zooming around, showing off. i'll admit..., he did look kinda cool! i, on the other hand, spent most of the time falling."

"which is why i had to keep catching you," sukuna added, sliding into the empty space next to you on the bed. "mommy fell? did daddy save you?" chikara asked, her face lighting up at the idea

sukuna ruffled her pink hair. "more like i had to stop her from breaking every bone in her body." you rolled your eyes at him. "i wasn't that bad."

"yes, you were," sukuna said, smirking. "you almost took me down with you half the time." smiling at the memory, you leaned in to kiss your daughter's forehead. "but it was fun. and after that, we went out for ice cream, and your dad actually smiled for real that time."

"daddy smiled? really?"

sukuna shot you a half-hearted glare. "i smile."

"not back then you didn't," you teased, poking his arm. chikara turned to her dad, beaming. "i wanna learn to skate, too, just like you and mommy!" sukuna chuckled, wrapping an arm around her

"maybe one day, brat. but you’re probably gonna fall as much as your mom did."

"hey!"

gulp... sorry if sukuna is ooc, im tired and im on my period but i really liked this request so...

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[foldingfittedsheets]

The mattress company I worked for the first time no longer exists. It was long ago eaten and assimilated by a bigger company. But when I started it was an incredibly intense five weeks of training. I was told I was extremely lucky to be selected, and I was. From a pool of a hundred applicants only fifteen of us made the cut to entering the training program.

The course covered how to talk to customers, how to ask open ended questions, how to close a sale, and product knowledge. I learned a lot, and truthfully my greatest takeaway was a lot of social scripts that I could use in other areas of my life.

We also had a midterm exam and a final. Both included a roleplay element with a trainer and a written portion. They told us when we started that the course was challenging but it was still a shock to come in after the midterm and realize half the class had failed.

I was named valedictorian of training- a dubious honor as it meant I’d done the best in the class, but popular lore had it that valedictorians struggled the most on the sales floor. Lo, I struggled.

Not because I wasn’t good. I was. But because my manager set out to systematically destroy my self esteem. Every sale, every interaction I had was scrutinized and criticized.

If I sold a bed with protectors, moveable base, and pillows he’d ask why I hadn’t managed to sell pillow protectors too. His first trainee had thrived on being challenged and he’d never bothered to learn a different way to coach.

It was wretched. My performance started strong but nosedived after a few weeks with him. My trainer, a man I loathed for stonewalling me in my interview, came in to inform me I was on new hire probation. If I couldn’t get my sales numbers up I’d be let go.

His actual phrasing was, “When you have a bandaid do you like to rip it off or pull it slowly?”

Since it was eminently obvious why he was visiting and because I thought it was condescending I sweetly informed him that I liked to soak my bandaids in hot water so they come off on their own.

He was briefly startled at this derailing but then got on with the bad news. I signed some forms stating that I understood my job was in peril.

I went home furious. I thought long and hard about why I wasn’t succeeding and how frustrated I was with my manager. I came in the next day and my anger had crystallized into a cold sharp edge.

My manager opened his mouth to address the probation and I snapped, “Just leave me alone. Go in the back if I have a sale. If you must address a serious issue then you will give me praise on two things I did right and present it as a compliment sandwich. Otherwise just say good job and shut up. Your constant nitpicking just makes me anxious and I do worse. Back off.” Belated and begrudging I added, “Please.”

He raised his eyebrows in dim surprise but I’d gauged him well. He backed off. Dutifully he’d meander into the back when I had a sale and praised me when I closed it. I resented knowing it was only because I’d demanded complimented but they still boosted me up. My numbers skyrocketed, I landed my first split king sale, and I exited probation with flying colors.

The trainer came back in to congratulate my manager for turning things around. To my gratification he gave me credit for setting him straight and said I’d taught him a different way to lead. My manager would often genuinely praise that moment when I’d stood up to him, impressed with my stubborn refusal to fail and my insight into what would help.

My biggest takeaway from the whole thing was just that people need positive reinforcement to succeed. Praise people for doing a good job. If you’re ever in a position where you need to criticize someone put it in a compliment sandwich instead of just saying the negative.

[luvsupa]

a/n two posts in one day… ruh roh… (I miss gojo </3)

ex!satoru who doesn’t really understand the concept of being an ex. he just thinks you want a break from him. but permanently separated? hell no, he could never understand that.

“‘toru… things aren’t gonna work out between us,” you begin as he sits in front of you at your dinner table in your shared apartment. he looks at you with no emotion, as if you didn’t just end things. “we’re growing in separate ways, and i feel i would only—satoru.”

you could scream at him—he’s not paying attention, scrolling on his phone instead. he shows you the order he placed for dinner, coming in twenty minutes. of course, he bought your favorite.

“satoru, can you please be serious for one minute?” you huff, clearly annoyed that he’s not listening while he’s purchasing things he knows will make you swoon.

“i am serious,” he says, placing his phone down to observe your breathtaking features.

“you weren’t even listening,” you say, crossing your arms as you slouch in the seat.

“baby, of course i’m listening—you’re crazy if you think i’m leaving you,” he coos condescendingly, and you roll your eyes.

ex!satoru who, in fact, respected your decision and gave you your personal space, not exactly broken up in his eyes, just a temporary break.

ex!satoru who stays over at suguru’s place for a few months, whining every day and night about how he missed being in your arms.

“i miss her,” gojo says as he pets geto’s cat, miyu, while geto himself groans as he cleans his apartment.

“can you at least help out and stop whining like a bitch,” geto says, adjusting the pillows neatly on his couch. this only causes gojo to frown and embrace miyu in a tight hug, nuzzling his face in her soft fur as she tries to get away from his grasp.

“and let go of miyu, she doesn’t want you holding her.”

ex!satoru who continues to send you money, always sending you hundreds and hundreds of dollars for food, shopping, and especially paying for your necessities. he doesn’t care that you work for yourself—you’re still his baby, and he loves spoiling you. his money is your money.

unknown number sent $500! —go get some food, baby~ ♡

unknown number sent $600! —please unblock me on insta

unknown number sent $300! —i love u, mama

ex!satoru who chokes on his breakfast when shoko says you’re going on a date. gojo, never in his life, was speechless, and that really creeped out shoko and geto.

“satoru… are you good?” geto asks concernedly—even miyu jumps on gojo’s lap, sensing a difference in his character.

“yeah, i’m good…” he says calmly, placing down his utensils to pet miyu’s soft fur.

ex!satoru who does a little investigating of who this mysterious man is, finding his identity within ten minutes. he scoffs when he finds his social media—he’s nowhere near as handsome as he is. what do you see in him?

ex!satoru who sits comfortably in the luxurious restaurant where you and the mysterious man planned to go. little did you know, gojo texted the man, telling him that you’re married.

“aiko?” gojo hears a soft voice call as he turns to look at you. your eyes widen when you see gojo. this has to be some kind of joke—he is fucking crazy. you turn around, going back to the entrance, but gojo grabs your wrist.

“no, no, no, baby, please let me talk,” he pleads, and you fold from the way he calls you baby. oh, how you loved and missed the way he called you baby and claimed you as his own.

he guides you to the chair in front of him as he holds your hand, your pretty acrylics grazing his hands. he loved the way you looked well put together, his baby doll.

“my love, i promise to leave you,” he says, rubbing small circles on your hand. your heart pangs at his confession. “i just want to know how you’re doing.”

“i-i miss you so much,” you say. gojo feels like he’s hallucinating at what you just said. “shoko told me you were having a date today, and i felt so jealous—” you stammer, and gojo blinks multiple times, stunned at what you’re saying.

“this guy aiko asked me on a date, and i wanted to make you jealous,” you continue, frowning at being confused with your emotions. but gojo, on the other hand, is putting two and two together.

“give me your phone,” he sternly says. you stare at him in confusion, but you oblige, taking out your phone from your purse and handing it to him. gojo smiles as your lockscreen is still a baby photo of him. he unlocks your phone—the password still the same, his birthday.

“i was meaning to change the lockscreen,” you quickly state, not trying to look like a weirdo in front of him.

gojo goes into your contacts and clicks aiko’s contact information, calling the number. multiple rings go by, and the man on the other line picks up.

“hello—”

“shoko, i know this is you.”

you look at him and your phone in horror. shoko set you guys up by making a fake number to make you go on a date with ‘aiko’ but really you’d be with gojo.

“ahh, did my plan work? both of you kept whining about each other—it was infuriating. i had to do something,” she says on the other line, gojo clearly hearing geto’s giggles in the background.

“don’t ever do this again,” gojo says as he hangs up the phone. the two of you burst out in laughter, but for you, it’s more embarrassing that you were flirting with shoko through texts!

fiancé!satoru who proposed to you a few weeks later, he’s beyond happy to be in the arms of his baby again <3