#and i am not giving up this remote job i just got i worked too damn hard these past 6 months to get it

[savage-rhi]

Sorry for all the pink variations, guys!

[sanchoyo]

after the vehicle hunt has been a big flop (the few vehicles I was interested in drove terribly on the test drives :( and car salesmen waaaay highballing cars worths which is. A crazy thing to do when I can literally look up the average worth of a car in 2 seconds??) after going to so so many websites and irl dealers. i found a van I really really love the look of and it’s only like an hour away!! (vintage van-rv combo!! Small enough to not be insane on gas while combining my many years long obsession with having a small rv-like thing AND my nostalgia for my now gone first van…)

And the thing is actually low priced for its type… but insanely out of my budget still 10,000 more than what I have. It’s insane how much vehicles cost. This thing is like 10 years older than I am and it still costs that much?? Wanting a thing really bad will have u googling shit like what body parts can I sell legally 💀

[littlemissmanga]

Unwind With Me

Pairing: Crosshair x (gn)Reader

W/C: 538

Summary: You're at your limit with your job. But luckily, Crosshair is an unlikely source of comfort.

Warnings: Some talk of work stress, but the focus is on the very indulgent comfort.

A/N: HELLO TUMBLR!!

It has been a long time since I posted, but I am finally writing again. Thank you for your patience. And I'll ask for a little more. I'm writing again, but I am taking things slow to avoid overextending myself.

So I figure I'd start with a warm, comforting Crosshair fic. This was what I fixated on to get over my own work stress this week. So I hope you find it helpful, too!

It's been a long day.

No, it's been a long year.

Just a million different moments spread across each day that began to stockpile in the pit of your stomach. Stress building like bile until the thought of another rotation made you nauseous.

"Just quit."

The voice may have been rough, the tone dismissive. But you knew Crosshair only said it out of concern.

You could see it in the way he hovered. Hear it in the gruff clearing of his throat as he refilled your water again and again.

He didn't like problems he couldn't solve. And your toxic job was top of that list.

"You know why I can't, Cross," you sigh as you settle further into the couch. Your apartment was small, but you do what you can to make it cozy. Usually. Lately you've slacked when tidying up. Another worry for the pile.

"Excuses."

He tosses the towel used to dry the dishes from dinner before joining you. Without asking, he pulls you from your nest into his lap as he moves to take your seat.

The moment his arms lock around you, your body melts. Not fully. Not enough to fix anything. But just enough to take the edge of.

Somehow, that is sweeter than anything else you could imagine right now.

"No, it's reality. I pull in a decent paycheck and I'll never be fired. Those are invaluable benefits. Besides, every job has office politics and dumbasses in charge."

He huffs and tucks your head under his chin, curling around you. You're so glad he finally got over himself and let you get close. Crosshair was so touch starved his craving for physical reassurance was higher than yours.

Thank goodness, too. It was selfish, but knowing he needed you even when you felt like such a failure gives you strength.

"You're hurting yourself," he rasps.

"I can take it." Your voice doesn't waiver, but a current of uncertainty shocks you. You can ... but it leaves you so tired. You feel like a shell of yourself most days.

"You're strong. But you don't gotta prove it."

You feel his lips brush against your hair. He liked burying his face into you. It made you smile every time. You return the favor, shifting in his arms to press into his chest.

"Nothing to do about it now. Just ..." You trail off and press a kiss to his collarbone. "Can we just say like this until I feel better?"

He doesn't answer you. Crosshair only reaches over to grab the remote for the holoprojector.

He puts on your latest favorite drama. Something to get swept away watching. Something perfectly distracting to occupy your mind as the soft warmth of Crosshair's body against your own relaxed your muscles.

Eventually, you feel yourself begin to drift off. You resist, unwilling to sacrifice any time with Cross before he has to leave again. But you can't fight the overwhelm of comfort he brings you. And he wouldn't want you to.

You're lucky enough to feel his cool lips press against your forehead before sleep claims you.

No matter what you have to face tomorrow, you know his warmth will be there to welcome you home after.

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[cherryblossomcowgirl]

Best Friend’s Little Sister

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Rooster x sister!reader; Hangman x reader

WC: 4.1k

Warnings: angst; swearing; arguing; parental death; age gap

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Bradley jumps out of the Bronco, “Y/n!” I run and jump into his arms, “B, I missed you.” He squeezes me, “You too, little sis. When did your hair get so long?” I laugh, “You haven’t seen me in about 2 years, hair grows.” “Be quiet. Give me your bags and hop in.” We start the drive to his place. “So B, how has everything been?” He chuckles, “Well, work has been great. My house is great. I like it on the coast. So yeah, great.” I nudge him arm, “You got a lady?” He rolls his eyes, “No I don’t ‘Got a lady’. I ‘got’ work. Now tell me why you called me out of the blue and asked to live with me.” I look at my hands, “Well.. I got a remote job.. and I lived alone.. and I just..” I look out the window and he sighs, “I’m not upset, Y/n. I am honestly just wondering.” I shrug, “You know we don’t have anyone else. I felt so alone and you were literally 2,000 miles away.” He rubs my shoulder, “Little sis, you are always welcome. You know that. I’m just happy this isn’t about some guy.” I laugh, “Don’t worry about that, B. I am a big girl now.” He winces, “Yeah, I don’t like it.”

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We pull into his driveway and he carries my bags in. I look around the house to see little photo frames everywhere. Each one has a different photo of us growing up. Tears well up in my eyes, “B, you didn’t.” He smiles, “I did. I like seeing them.” I pick one up that is Bradley holding me the day I was born. He stands beside me, “That one was always Mom’s favorite.” I lean on him, “I miss her so much.” He kisses my head, “Me too baby girl, me too.” We stand there for a second and I think about how thankful I am to be here with Bradley. I thought I was ready to be on my own, I had done it all throughout college. When a fancy company offered me a remote job, I jumped at the chance to move somewhere far away. Somewhere new. Every phone call from Bradley made me homesick. Not homesick for a place, but for a person. Bradley was always right there for me growing up. He walked me to school, he read to me at night, and when Mom got sick he dropped everything and came home. He took care of both of us. He always did. So when I called him, crying and lonely, he immediately agreed to move me in. Bradley clears his throat, “You should go grab a shower. My friends wanna go out tonight, thought you might wanna join.” I smile, “Sure, I won’t take long.”

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I walk out to see Bradley talking to Jake in the kitchen. “Hey!” I walk over and give him a hug. He smiles, “Howdy, Y/n. He has been talking about you moving here nonstop. Maybe now he’ll finally shut up.” Bradley rolls his eyes and I poke him, “Awhh you missed me, didn’t you?” He scoffs, “Duhh. You wearing that?” I look down at my jeans and t-shirt, “Ummm yeah? Shutup and grab the keys.” He chuckles and starts walking towards the front door, “Shutup and get in the car. I need a beer.” I punch his arm as I run past him and he chases me to the Bronco. Jake laughs, “Are y’all 12?” I look back at him, “Zip it or you’re next, blondie.” Jake puts his hands up and jumps in.

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We spend the night at a beach bar called the Hard Deck. It seems like the hangout for all of Bradley’s work friends. They all have silly nicknames like him and Jake. I sit off to the side, sipping a beer, and watch Bradley. He has gotten much better at pool and he still bangs on a piano after he has had a few too many drinks. Jake walks over and sits by me, “How long has it been?” I shrug, “Maybe 4 years? I think I visited right before I started college.” “You still seeing that guy.. Robbie?” I laugh, “Ryan? No. Broke up about.. 3 years and 10 months ago.” He raises his eyebrow, “What did he do? Did he hurt you?” I laugh, “It was 3 years ago Jake, and I broke up with him. Too immature.” Jake nods, “You have always had a good head on your shoulders. Most guys are idiots and you can’t trust them.” “Oh I know. I am looking at two pretty big idiots right now.” Jake laughs and points to my beer, ��Need another?” “No, thanks. Have a feeling I’ll be driving him home tonight.” We look over at Bradley, who stole Bob’s glasses and is running around giggling. Jake goes off to grab another for himself and I keep people watching.

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After a couple hours, both Bradley and Jake are hammered. “Come on, idiots. Time to go home.” Bradley holds his keys up above his head, “If you hurt my baby, I will actually fight you.” Jake rolls his eyes and slurs his words, “Ya can’t hit a lady, Bradshaw.” “That isn’t a lady, Hangman. That is my sister.” I take the keys and point my finger at them, “I know how to drive and you, cough them up.” Jake pulls out his keys, “But my truck is at Bradshaw’s house..” I usher them into the Bronco and roll my eyes, “Yes it is, but you aren’t going anywhere other than the couch tonight.” They both start complaining and I cut them off, “Quiet! I will nut punch the next person who whines.” They both sit up straight with wide eyes, presumably remembering the last nut punch they had received. I laugh at myself and start up the Bronco.

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I get them both inside the house and they start arguing over something to do with their jets. “Okay, enough. Bed time. Go!” Bradley walks to his room and Jake finds the couch. I walk water and aspirin to Bradley, and I take his shoes off for him. He smiles when I kiss his forehead, “I love you. You are the best little sister in the world.” “I love you too, you big goober. Get some rest” He smiles and I turn off the light. I grab Jake some water and aspirin. He mumbles something that I didn’t hear, “What’s up? Need something?” He speaks up, “Thanks, beautiful.” Heat rises to my cheeks and I chuckle, “You’re drunk Jake. Go to bed.” He yawns, “I may be drunk, but I am not blind Y/n.” I turn off the lights and walk into my room. I change into pajamas and climb into bed, wondering if Jake meant what he said. I always had a crush on him growing up. I mean, how could I not? Tan, blonde, green eyes, perfect smile, and he has always been muscular. He is like Aviator Ken. I let my mind wander, daydreaming about Jake ever thinking of me as more than his best friend’s annoying little sister.

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The sound of banging in the kitchen wakes me up. I walk out to find the guys making coffee and breakfast, and a huge mess. I rub my eyes, “B, can you please get out and let me do this?” He looks around, “Yeah. It’s pretty bad.” Him and Jake sit at the island and chat about work. I pour them coffee and plate up some breakfast. Bradley smiles up at me, “Thanks. And for last night. I checked my baby and you didn’t mess the up.” I sigh, “You’re the one who taught me to drive.” I slide Jake a plate, but he doesn’t look up at me, “Yeah, thanks Y/n.” I furrow my brow, “Yeah, no worries.” I take my coffee on the back porch and read my book. After a bit Bradley pops his head out, “Hey, I have to run to base really quick. Wanna come?” “I’m good here, but thanks.” “Okay, be back soon. The squad is going down to the pier later if you wanna join.” “Sounds good to me.” He leaves and I dive back into my book. The back door opens and I jump, “Oh my gosh! Jake! You scared the shit out of me.” He sighs, “Sorry. I just wanted to apologize about last night.” “Don’t worry, you were drunk. It happens.” He looks at his feet and is quiet. I clear my throat, “Seriously, it is fine. We all say things we don’t mean when we drink. B told me that I was the best sister in the world last night.” Jake looks at me, “I wasn’t lying, that’s the issue.” I raise my eyebrow, “What are you talking about?” “I meant what I said. I shouldn’t be thinking that though, because you are Bradley’s little sister.” I scoff, “Yep, that’s me.” I stand up and start walking inside, “Excuse me, I’m gonna go to my room.” He runs his hand through his hair, “Wait Y/n, I didn’t mean it like that. I am just saying I shouldn’t have said that last night and I am sorry.” “Jake, I said it is fine. Can you just drop it? You were drunk. You said I was beautiful. You didn’t mean it. It is okay.” He grabs my arm as I try to walk past him, “You are beautiful, Y/n. But you are also hilarious, and smart, and sweet, and my best friend’s little sister.” I yank my arm away, “Leave me alone.” Tears sting my eyes and I turn towards the room. Jake calls out after me and I ignore him. I turn on the shower so he doesn’t hear my sniffling. Crying over Jake is so embarrassing. I knew there was no way he felt how I do.

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An hour later my door bursts open, “C’mon sis! Time for the pier!” “I’m good, B. Have fun, okay?” He jumps on the bed and shakes me, “Nope. Not an option. Get up.” I smack his arm, “I am tired!” He picks me up and carries me towards the living room, “I’ll get you coffee.” I sigh, “Fine. Let me grab a hat.” I throw on my favorite old ball cap and meet the boys out by the Bronco. The ride to the pier is quiet and Bradley finally breaks the silence, “Y/n, I am sorry we got so drunk last night. You shouldn’t have had to babysit us.” “It’s fine, B. I’m used to you two being idiots. It’s kind of like the one constant in my life.” Bradley laughs and Jake forces a smile. We get to the pier and the rest of the squad is there. I stay near the back of the group, minding my own business. Bob keeps close and chats. When we all sit to eat, I sit between Bob and Bradley. Jake is across from me and looks like he would rather be anywhere else. Everyone is chatting about work and their missions. Bob realizes I am bored and taps my shoulder, “Hey, Y/n. What do you do for work?” “I’m in cyber security. My company actually handles a lot of government contracts.” He smiles, “Oh that is awesome! You are like, next level smart.” I chuckle, “Not really. Y’all’s job is much harder.” “You like being back in California?” “Yeah, I have missed it a lot.” Bob continues with the small talk and I notice that Jake is laser focused on our conversation. Every time I laugh or smile at Bob, a muscle in his jaw twitches. After dinner we say our goodbyes and head back home. Bradley takes a phone call, which seems like it’s from a woman, and goes into his room. Jake sits awkwardly in the living room while I make myself tea. He finally gets up and walks into the kitchen, “What were you and Bob talking about?” I shrug, “Just small talk. He was asking about my job and how I’m liking it here.” Jake’s green eyes narrow, “Do you like him?” “Excuse me?” “Do you like him?” I poke his chest, “You are absolutely ridiculous. I can’t have a conversation? And you know what? What if I did think he was cute? What would be so wrong with that?” Jake is getting visibly upset, “Because it is Bob! Bob isn’t.. Bob isn’t the guy for you.” I roll my eyes, “Oh please tell me more. What kind of guy should I look for?” He takes a deep breath, “Never mind. I should get going. Can you tell Bradley bye for me?” I laugh, “No, you’re fine. I’m going to my room. You are unbelievable, Seresin.”

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A couple of weeks pass and we fall into a nice routine. B has always been my calm and my best friend. When I get off for the day, I cook us dinner so it is ready when he gets home. He keeps telling me how much he loves the home cooked food and I wince at all the frozen meals in the fridge. On Friday, he lets me know the squad is coming for a bonfire. “Okay, I’ll come say hi. Had a long day, though.” He hugs me, “I am proud of you, little nerd.” “My bed and book are calling me. See you in a little bit.” Later, I hear Jake come in to the house. I wait until the rest of the squad is here before I go say hi. After I make my rounds outside, excluding Jake, I head to the kitchen to grab some water. Jake walks in and clears his throat, “Can we at least have a truce? You’ve been my friend for so long, Y/n.” I turn to face him, “No, you made it pretty clear you are Bradley’s friend.” He sighs, “Your favorite color is purple. You hate baseball but you go because you love Bradley. You’d rather have your nose stuck in a book than go out. You listen to classical music when you are sad and musicals when you are happy.” I put my hand up, “Okay, so you pay attention to things. Congratulations! Now go back to the bonfire. I have a date with a sci-fi novel.” “Why won’t you just come outside with us? Are you that upset with me?” My feelings bubble up inside of me and I let them spill over, “You know what Jake, I have always liked you! So for you to tell me that I am all these things and then to say I am just his little sister! Ughh! I know I am, but it doesn’t mean that I am not also a person who has feelings. Goodnight Jake.” I turn to walk back to my room but Jake moves in front of the doorway. I glare at him, “Move out of the way.” He shakes his head, “No. Come outside with us.” I fold my arms across my chest, “No. Move.” He smirks, “You know, you are so damn stubborn.” I stomp my foot, “And you’re so damn annoying!” Jake’s hands move quickly, cupping my face and he kisses me. It is delicate and quick, but it takes my breath away. He pulls back and looks at me, “I shouldn’t have done that.” My cheeks turn red and I push past him, “Oh my GOSH Jake, just what every girl wants to hear after someone KISSES HER.” I slam my room door and sit on the edge of my bed. I hear the back door open and shut. I bury my face in my pillow and scream. He kissed me. HE kissed ME. Then he said he shouldn’t have? Was it that horrible for him? I snuggle under my comforter and grab my book. I pick up where I left off, trying to distract myself from what just happened.

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A couple hours later, I head out to make tea and see Bradley and Jake watching a movie. Bradley sees me, “Hey sleepyhead, wanna join? It’s one of your favorites.” I turn to the TV, American Psycho. I shrug, “I am good, just got to the best part of my book.” He rolls his eyes, “You are such a nerd. Get over here.” I join them on the couch, begrudgingly, and steal the bowl of popcorn from Bradley’s lap. About halfway through, Bradley gets a call and jumps up, “I.. uh.. gotta take this.” I smirk, “Tell her we say hello.” Bradley flips me off on the way to his room. I start to stand up, “I’m gonna head to bed.” Jake sighs, “C’mon, Y/n. Please stay.” “Why? So you can kiss me and be disappointed all over again?” He furrows his brow, “You thought I was disappointed?” I chuckle, “Well you said you shouldn’t have done it. That’s not really a glowing review.” “Y/n, I shouldn’t have done it because it was amazing and I want to do it again. And again. And again. And I shouldn’t want to, but I do.” “You are making this so complicated and it doesn’t have to be!” He runs his hand through his hair, “But it is complicated. I have known y’all for a long time. Bradshaw would kill me.” I shake my head and laugh, “At this point, you’re worrying about the wrong Bradshaw.” Jake looks at his hands, “You know, he got on Bob for talking to you.” “Of course he did, it’s Bradley. He has always been like that. One time he chased a boy off of our front porch with a wooden spoon.” He halfheartedly chuckles, “Have a feeling he would do a lot worse to me.” His bedroom door opens and he walks out, “Well, she doesn’t want to talk to me anymore.” Jake turns towards him, “What happened?” “She met a SEAL.” I bust out laughing, “Oh B, you and your tag chasers. We gotta work on your standards.” He sighs and points to Jake, “Hard Deck?” Jake shakes his head, “Not tonight, buddy. I’m tired.” Bradley looks shocked, “Hangman, turning down to opportunity to meet a lady and take her home?” He shrugs, “I guess so.” I hug Bradley goodnight and head to my room. I fall asleep with my phone beside my pillow. Around 2 am, a buzz wakes me up.

Jake: I can’t sleep.

Y/n: Try putting your phone down and closing your eyes.

Jake: Very funny. Tried that. Can’t stop thinking about tonight.

I decide to play coy.

Y/n: What, did the movie scare you?

Jake: No, Sherlock. The kiss.

Y/n: Oh, that. Sorry to disappoint. Should’ve gone to the bar with B, probably would have found a better kisser there.

I laugh and set my phone down. My phone starts ringing and I answer, “Hello?” Jake sighs, “You are exhausting.” “Jake, you’re the one that called me. Take a melatonin and go to bed.” “I don’t want to. I want to be with you right now.” “You can’t see, but I just rolled my eyes.” I can hear his smile as he says, “What if I told you I was outside right now.” “I would say you are a stalker and to go home and go to sleep.” He laughs and then there is a knock on my window. I open the curtain and Jake is standing there with a smirk on his face. I open it, “You know, there is this thing called the front door.” “What if Bradley saw me?” I laugh, “He found a lady at the bar and went back to her place.” Jake sighs, “Phew.” I shake my head, “Are you seriously that afraid of B?” “Ummm.. yeah?” We sit down on the edge of my bed and I pat his back, “Well you should be. He will probably want to fight to the death for my honor.” Jake looks at me with huge eyes, “Not funny.” He throws his arm around my shoulders and I lean in to his chest, “So, since when do you have a big old crush on me?” Without pause Jake responds, “4 years ago when you visited before college. I remember we were all playing dogfight football on the beach and some newbie at the squad hit on you. I thought I was gonna wring his neck.” “You’re cute.” He raises his eyebrow, “Since when did you have a crush on me?” I chuckle, “That trip. You weren’t as annoying and you gained some muscle over your last deployment..” “You are horrible.” I shrug, “Can’t blame me, something about a man in uniform.” We must have fallen asleep talking, because I jump up at the sound of the Bronco pulling in the driveway.

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Jake jumps up, “Oh my gosh, what are we gonna do?” I shove him out my bedroom door, “Hurry- couch. Act like you came here to go do something with him!” He nods and bolts to the living room. I hear Bradley open the door, “Hey dude! What’s up?” Jake responds, “Oh, I was just wondering how last night went.” Bradley chuckles, “I’ll make some coffee. Y/n up?” “Haven’t seen her.” I wait about 20 minutes until I walk out, “Hey, B! How was it?” I turn and act surprised, “Jake? Morning. You guys want me to make breakfast again?” They both smile and nod. Bradley tells us all about his night with some girl from the bar. Apparently she is an elementary school teacher and she volunteers on the weekends. I slide plates of food over to them, “Well B, she sounds great.” He smacks Jake’s arm, “And the best part is, she has a friend! So the next time we go out you can hang out with her!” Jake does a nervous smile, “Thanks bud, but I am not really interested.” Bradley stares at him, “Dude, what is up with you? First no bar, now no hot chicks?” Jake blushes and I look at my coffee. Bradley smacks the counter, “You met someone! Spill it, Seresin.” Jake gulps, “Well she is.. she is uhhhh.. really smart and funny and honestly very stubborn. We only kissed once but it.. it was uhhhh.. really good.” Bradley pats him on the shoulder, “Is she hot?” Jake blushes even deeper than before, “Yeah, she is. Super hot.” I smirk and Bradley high-fives Jake, “Well dude, you’ll have to bring her around sometime.” Jake nods and looks down at his hands. Bradley turns to me, “You got plans today?” I shake my head, “Nope. Just wanna go to the beach, get some sun.” He smiles, “Okay team, suit up! Seresin you can borrow a pair of trunks. I’ll text the squad and see if anyone wants to join.”

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We get down to the water and I peel off my coverup to show my very small, black bikini. Jake can barely look at me and I smirk. He stand beside me and whispers, “You are such a jerk.” I laugh, “What are you talking about?” “You are trying to kill me.” “Maybe.” I giggle and head into the water. Some of the squad shows up and they all start throwing the football around. I start walking towards my towel and Bob calls out, “Hey y/n!” “Hey Bob! How are you?” He smiles, “Doing good. California still treating you right?” I nod, “Mhmm. Hard to not be happy when you’re always in the sunshine.” My eyes wander over towards Jake, who has stopped paying attention to football. Then my eyes wander over towards Bradley, who has noticed Jake not paying attention to football. When Bradley looks to see what Jake is staring at, we make eye contact. Bradley walks over towards me and Jake isn’t far behind. He stands beside me, “Hey sis, wanna play football?” “I’m good just watching, but thanks!” Bradley turns toward Bob, “How are you doing, Bob?” Bob smiles, “Good! Really can’t complain. Tired from all the extra training hours.” Bradley gives a half ass smile and put his arms around my shoulder, “If you don’t mind, I need to talk to my sister here for a second.” Bob nods and I walk with Bradley towards the water. I smile, “What’s up?” B turns to me, “Can you just tell me what is going on?” “What do you mean?” He narrows his eyes, “Why is Jake watching your every move? Almost like he is.. jealous?” I shrug, “Not sure.” Bradley chuckles, “Well, can you tell me why he was at the house this morning in the same clothes he had on last night?”

[badomensgoodomens]

BAD DECISIONS

CHAPTER TWO.

Noah Sebastian X reader

cw: emo. and mention of taylor swift. if u have a problem with that please get over it.

taglist at bottom of post.

He stared at the computer in front of him, nothing was working, the lyrics weren’t flowing and he was just a mess. his knee bounced up and down, his thoughts constantly went back to her, it had been a week since she completely shut him out. Blocked him and removed him from everything. All because he couldn't give her what she wanted. 

he jumped out of his skin when he heard a knock on the door. “Come in” he croaked out, Nick's face scrunched up as he entered the studio, wincing at the bags under Noah's eyes. “You look like actual shit man.” he states, setting down a plate of food. He pulls up a chair next to him, grunting at the way it scraped along the wood floors. “Right, you won’t talk to jolly, you won’t talk to nicholas, what's got your knickers in a twist?” he said, resting his hands on his thighs. He came from good intent obviously, but it was painful how the boys wouldn't leave him alone. 

“What are you? The fucking IRS?” Noah grumbled, picking at the food. “Is it a girl?” Nick asked, taking notice of the way Noah tensed. “It is a girl!!! Tell me everything.”

“Dude. you're crazy. If an art hoe is in love with you, you gotta bag her.” Nick said, nudging Noah. He shook his head, sighing. “You know I'm not ready for that.” Nick audibly groaned. “It’s always Natasha bro. You need to get over her.” 

“I am over her! It’s just…” Noah took a deep breath. “You know how I am with commitment after that.” 

Nick sighed,  his shoulders visibly dropping. 

“Lets get you into some therapy, hey?” 

She was gutted, crying to every single Taylor Swift song that was even remotely related to her current situation. It took her a couple days to even leave the house.  No long drive through the city, accompanied by fast food and sad songs, could save her from this. Her sister, Nevada, always told her never to fall too hard for a situationship, but I guess that advice fell on deaf ears. 

‘Us’ played over the radio as she cruised through the bustling city part of florida. 

‘I wonder if you regret, the secret of us’ 

Hearing those words sung was almost laughable, she was a silly girl for ever believing that she was in love. Tears clouded her vision as she drove, rain beating down on her windshield. It was only September, yet the seasons were changing drastically. 

“I just wanted to be yours.”  

The words came out in a broken whisper, almost a plea. Truth be told, she barely knew Noah. Never cared to look into his social status, his music, what he was like other than the feeling of his sex. She had created this false idea of what he was outside of sex. It made her want to tear her hair out.

Eventually, she couldn’t go any farther. She pulled over, her hands shaking as she gripped the steering wheel, tears blurring her vision until the world outside became a hazy mess. She sobbed, gasping for breath, as though trying to expel the weight that had settled deep in her chest. All she could think was that she was waiting—for a sign, for some kind of message, anything that would make sense of the chaos, that would make this unbearable ache stop. A text. A call. A word, just one word to tell her it wasn’t really over, that there was still something left to hold on to.

It was a futile effort, her and Noah meant next to nothing. How is one supposed to build a thriving relationship off of a sex bond? 

After a long phone call with her sister, she came to the conclusion she needed a change of scene. This town had seen too  much of her, from every highschool heartbreak, to coming home at 4am from the club. Her art was never appreciated here either, no success at markets, or even by word of mouth. Her day job was excruciating, a boring cubicle with endless paperwork. Multiple times she’d considered giving up, leaving this boring life to live in a trailer park with some junkies, or move to LA and become a stripper. 

It took awhile, but she packed up her studio, and her small townhouse, and took the long drive across to her sister’s house in California. Nevada had so graciously offered her a job as the barista in the small, quaint coffee shop she and her husband owned. She fell in love with Dawn in senior year, she was a cheerleader and he played in the band. He had successfully set off within the music industry, thus providing financial support to nevadas small coffee shop that probably loses 30k a year.

After a terrible night's sleep in a cheap, shitty motel, she pulled up to her sister's big white house. They both welcomed her with open arms, setting up the guest bedroom to be her temporary home until she got back on her feet. Her paintings being stored in the back shed. 

For a while, things had been good. She was in a better place mentally, her routine steady with a reliable income from the coffee shop. Life in California was finally starting to feel right—like everything was falling into place. But then, as if on cue, her past came rushing back. Her ex from high school walked into the café, his new girlfriend in tow, and just when she thought she had control, disaster struck: the back shed went up in flames.

 Her ex was just taunting, but the shed was gut wrenching. Her past lay scattered like ashes in the wind, each memory a flicker of flame extinguished, leaving only whispers of who she once was. Just as the remnants of a life turned to smoke drift into the afterlife, so too did her former self dissolve into the ether, leaving behind a haunting silence where laughter and light once thrived.

Dawn apologised profusely, explaining that his electrical gardening equipment had spontaneously combusted, turning everything, including the shed exterior, to ash. She brushed him off, it wasn’t his fault whatsoever, it was just daunting that she’d have to put all that behind her. 

It was going to happen inevitably, but a more appropriate exit would have sufficed. She managed to book some therapy sessions. Just barely being able to pay for them. I mean, music in itself was a perfect form of therapy, 

“It only hurts this much right now.” 

Were the words she whispered at the beginning of each session. They were draining, and fried her social battery almost immediately. But they were helpful. Dr Sanchez was able to help her label the fact she allowed herself to fall easily, despite knowing the boundaries of their situationship. 

It was hard, having to deal with the different diagnoses that came with therapy. Especially how Dr Sanchez was able to offer medication for Adhd and anxiety. It made her question a lot about her childhood. Her dad, who was never there, did not believe in mental health, much less not abusing his children. Her mom however was riddled with mental health issues, which definitely contributed to the divorce. Hence why Nevada was so quick to move away.  

9/10 times when she got home from therapy, she would escape to her room. Instead of painting, she opted for drawing, sitting in front of the big window. The sun set, illuminating the soft pout of her lips as she concentrated, and the small dimples in her cheeks. She watched as the cars drove past, taking note of the gradual transition to headlights. Her mind subconsciously drifted back to her old life, having pondered so much of it with Dr Sanchez, it was almost a daily occurrence. 

He had spent the past month drinking himself hopefully into a coma. He was butthurt for no reason, not even about y/n, but about everything, about Natasha. He had a nightmare about her recently, it set him back quite a bit, almost reversing all the therapy it took to get here. It was then that he made the conscious decision to take folios advice, and go back to therapy. 

He kept drinking for a while after that, despite Jolly's constant complaints. Some of his best songs had always come from his drunk thoughts. Right now, they were deep into working on their newest album, fine-tuning each track. It was a shift in direction—blending elements of The Weeknd’s atmospheric style with hints of Bring Me The Horizon’s intensity

At the start of their new album cycle, Noah had 3 demos in production. The songs were oddly personal compared to previous albums, the boys just assumed Noah was finally channelling and dealing with his emotions through song following his return to therapy. 

Not one week goes by where Noah doesn’t ponder about what could’ve been, with both Natasha and y/n. They honestly didn’t live far, Noah even considered visiting them. I’m sure Natasha would’ve been thrilled, y/n not so much. Didn’t stop him though, a whole year after they stopped talking, Noah found himself planted in front of y/n's house. Standing face to face with an empty block of land. 

‘Fuck.’

It invoked something in him, an odd feeling that left him feeling unsettled and kind of woozy. He didn’t love her, he swore up and down he’d never date someone again. But as he slowly pushed his pride and fears aside, maybe she had wormed her way into his heart. With her warm skin and the scent of her perfume, or perhaps the cheeky smile always slung across her face. 

It made him a little suicidal that he had somebody infront of him, that despite the sole purpose of their relationship was to be greedy, and seek sexual pleasure from eachother with no strings attached, was so, so deeply infatuated with him. He felt guilty that he wasn’t ready and in the right place to hand himself over to someone, yet still agreed to be friends with benefits. It was a selfish act, nobody could connect in the way that they did, and not fall in love. 

Nothing has ever felt so wrong. 

Tour had kicked off, something to distract Noah. He wrote and scrapped so many songs in the two years he had between touring. His song writing, and the new album sumerian was egging for, were a losing battle. 

On a particularly windy night, Noah was sitting in the confines of his tiny bunk, hunched over his notebook. Nicholas poked his head in, staring at the tall man, concern lacing his tone. “You look like shit.” his words echo within the bus, earning a grunt of agreement from Joakim. 

Noah rubbed a hand over his face, the words scribbled on the page barely making sense. “I know.” he grunted, crossing out a line. “Look, i get that sumerians on your dick about the new album but-” Noah cut him off, waving his hand in his face. “I don’t have time for a break. I’ve pushed it back far enough.” Noah grumbled out, pulling the black fabric of his curtain along the rod, concealing himself from his concerned bandmates. 

‘I’m taking it slowly, you’d never know’

‘Her skin feels unholy, but I'm still drawn.’

‘No god, no religion. Just bad, bad decisions.’ 

The words made no sense by themselves, but they sounded right. He took a swig of hennessy, the bitterness burning his tongue. it almost made him laugh, thinking back to that night. Their relationship was just one, big bad decision. 

‘Bitter ends to the night’

‘I'm along for the ride.’

‘Out of breath out of time.’ 

‘Everything has a price.’ 

The way everything flowed together made Noah want to tear his own skin. 

‘You can be all ive got, what's the difference?’

‘Hennessy, and a lot of bad decisions.’ 

The song itself made Noah think deeply if perhaps everything that happened had stemmed from his ‘slight’ alcohol problem that had lingered from the stress of last tour. He had managed to polish off a whole bottle of hennessy and a whole new song by 2am. Drunkenly sliding under the covers to fall asleep.

He awoke to Nick and Nicholas standing above him, reading the notebook he had forgotten to stash away. Immediate regret filled his stomach, this is not what he needed.   

“Yooo is this about art hoe? Damn bro she got you messed up,” Nick said, laughing. 

“Who the fuck is art hoe?” Nicholas says, brows furrowed as he read over the lyrics. 

Noah rubbed his hands over his face, groaning internally. He was hungover and not about to deal with their shit today. 

READERS POV

I tied the apron around my waist with a weary sigh. Morning shifts at the café were always tough. It was early November, and winter was starting to creep in, its chill settling in the air. After flicking on the lights, I got to work, preparing the weekly specials with practised ease.

A small interchangeable collection of cakes Nevada and I designed. I’ve taken an interest in design lately, taking short classes at the local uni. I was gradually ticking off the long strenuous list of chores when the bell above the door rang. Looking up, I met the eyes of a happy looking boy. 

“Hey, what can I get you?” I smiled up at him, his dark brown hair was loosely combed back, his nose adorned a silver ring, a grin on his face. 

“I’ve got quite the order, if you don’t mind.” he said, pulling his phone out. I internally groan, peering over the counter to the long message laying out his order. 

“Okay.. perfect. Let me just type that into the system..” I hummed, lip between my teeth as I focused. “Alright, name?” I said, looking up at the boy, taking notice of the casualness, and sweetness radiating off of him. 

“Nick” he replied, a small smile on his face. He really was beautiful, ugh. And youthful, how old was this guy? “Alright, that’ll be $63.80” I respond, a little astounded myself at the price. “Fuck, sorry one moment please.” he smiled, pulling his phone out. I make myself busy, cleaning up my mess from before,  managing to catch on briefly to the end of his phone call conversation. 

“Alright, I'll just use the band card-” 

Huh. Maybe this guy is a musician or something. I've definitely dealt with a fareshare of musicians. 

All done?" I asked, smiling at him. He nodded, handing over the payment for the drinks. The bell above the door jingled as Nevada rushes in, offering a flurry of hurried apologies as she quickly tied her apron and hurried behind the counter.

It took a while, but we finally sent Nick off with his seven drinks. The day moved slowly after that—Fridays aren’t exactly prime café days. Most people prefer hitting up bars or catching a gig. I used to enjoy concerts, but these days, I’ve become more of a homebody.

“Yo dude i saw the cutest girl at the coffee shop-” Noah groaned, having heard enough of Nick’s questionable relationship choices while on tour. “No- seriously, she had this long, thick hair. She probably has a boyfriend though. Californian boys snatch the hot ones up real quick-” fuck? This kid was yapping. 

“Do you say that about every girl you see?” Jolly snorted, throwing a pillow in Nick's direction. He scoffed, throwing it back. The smaller boy sits down next to Noah on the bunks, handing him a controller. “You’re all so uptight, come on, play a round of mario kart with me.” 

Nights like these always ended the same, drunk rounds of mario kart followed by play fighting until everyone was too tired to move. The sun set hours ago, yet Noah found himself sitting on the bus roof with his notebook. The creative flair just wasn’t quite there though, the page having been empty for the past hour. He was feeling so many different, violent emotions, yet none at the same time. It was hard to portray these emotions in a controlled way, especially during tour. He tried not to let the boys see him when he was most vulnerable, wanting to maintain the respect they had for him. It was unrealistic, almost like a ticking time bomb. 

When Noah went back inside, Nicholas, his best friend, was the only one still awake. They sat opposite each other on the leather couch, beer in hand. “How’s the missus?” Noah slurred, taking a swig. “Ivy’s good, I really wanna marry her, yaknow?” Nicholas slurred back. The mention of marriage knocks the breath out of Noah’s lungs. “I wanted to marry Natasha.” he drunkenly murmured, slumping back on the couch. “I think she was a porn star.” Nicholas mumbled, his words make Noah laugh.  

She laid staring at her ceiling, the window, which faced the city, was cracked open the slightest. Something so melancholic, yet comforting about laying in the dark, just feeling feelings. 

Not even about anyone in particular, just feelings.

She knew she needed to be awake at 6am for work, but the feeling pooling in her stomach was addicting, overwhelming, and most of all, fucking amazing. It was like a coil, seconds away from laughing, seconds away from crying. 

hi gang!!! see, this one is somewhat better than the first chapter. I understand if you feel that this story is moving too fast but honey... this is just the beginning xoxo.

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#372

“Well look at you.  Let me see.  Turn around.  Damn good job.  No stubble.  Let me see your pits.  Hell yeah.  Bend over I want to feel your crack….  Whew!  That’s smooth.  I’m glad that horrible faggy goatee is gone.  Now you look right; you look like a cunt desperate to take load after load….

“Did you get your friend to help shave you?...  And did you offer him your holes afterwards?...  Good boy.  Which hole did he unload in?...  Too bad.  I would have counted it towards your 10.  You cleaned out?...  Deep clean?  Good.  Good.

“All your shit secure in your locker?...  Did you put your phone on silent?...  Good.  Give me the key….  You won’t be needing this until I tell you that you are done here.  Until then, I will have it in my locker. 

“Speaking of locking things up, this is your new pecker cage.  I got you a size smaller.  That last one was too loose on you.  This is going to go on real tight.  Stop squirming.  It needs to be very constricting.  I don’t want you even remotely getting hard.  Today is about your urinal mouth and your cum dump cunt….  There!  The key to the lock will also be in my locker.

“Do not hide your cage.  Your towel must not be wrapped around your waist.  I want all the men back there to know that your caged pecker is of no use to anyone.  You are going back there to serve men.  Your holes are for their use as they want.  Your needs and wants are irrelevant. 

“I told you that I expect ten loads in your cunt by the time we are done here.

“Now, to get this going right, we are going to go to the dry sauna.  I was just in there, and there’s about five or six guys getting really sweaty, like I am.  In fact, rub your hands all over my chest.  It’s wet and sloppy hunh?  This is how a real man sweats.  My hair just traps it.  And I love everything about it.  I love the way it feels, the way it smells, the way it looks all of it.  And I love it when a boy takes the time to lick it off.  One thing, I know I have said this before, don’t ever lick my armpits and contaminate their wonderful smell by your licking.

“Oh man, I need your fucking mouth now.  I’m going to go back into the dry sauna.  I will take my seat on the top row.  I want you to come in a minute or so later.  Don’t look at any other man.  Focus on me.  Don’t put your towel down or pretend that you are there for the heat.  Just dive between my spread legs and take me down your throat.  Put on a fucking show.  At times suck on my hanging balls.  I will push you down to tongue fuck my sweaty shithole.  Let the other guys see what services you are offering.

“At one point I’m going to shove my cock into your cunt, and let the men know that your cunt is open for business.  You ready to do this?  I the fuck am.

“But before we do, come here.  You see the magic marker.  You know what’s coming next.  Lean forward.  What should I write on your forehead this time?  We did ‘TOILET’ last time.  That was fun.  But your focus is on getting ten loads.  ‘CUM DUMP’ is too long.  But we need a word to signify that you are load taking cunt.  How about that?  ‘CUNT’ it is.

“…Hold still.  I want these letters to be seen….  There. 

“Now get up and show me your cunt.  ‘CUM DUMP’ above your ass is needed.  “This is a new marker.  I was reading on line not to use it as it can’t be washed off for days.  Oh! I should have asked if you were going to work tomorrow….  Oh well, not my problem.  Let’s go get you loaded up.”

[delulustateofmind]

This isn't a request but I just wanted to say that I absolutely LOVE Can My Friend Join? and have been thinking about it constantly! I even started wondering what it would've been like if the roles were reversed, like if reader were dating a non-defected Geto who wanted to invite Gojo to the relationship instead. Like I feel like Gojo would not be as patient as Geto was and would've started pushing reader's boundaries almost immediately after they agreed by invading her personal space constantly and trying to lovebomb the shit outta her, which she assumes is his way of trying to keep Geto happy and totally not because he has been creepily obsessed with her since the day Geto introduced her to him and wants her to love on him too. He and Geto would convince her to move into Gojo's place because it's bigger and he'd cover all the expenses, and then they'd work on getting to quit her job or delay her studies just to keep her more reliant on Gojo's support so it would be harder for her to leave..

Anon, I am giving you the most (consensual) forehead smoochies right now.

Literally you are reading my brain rotted noggin, I literally was just thinking about this the other day and I was like nahhh I already have one out there another would be too much....(I say this as I'm already spiraling in my drafts)

You’re literally so right about this—Gojo is a lot. Like, I can already see this going down where reader and Geto have moved in together, got their cozy little apartment, and then here comes Gojo barging in. He sees reader for the first time and is immediately on, asking Geto a million questions during their next mission. He’s not subtle at all, either—straight up going through Geto’s wallet when he’s not looking, desperate to find anything remotely spicy. Like, a nude polaroid? An old condom wrapper? Hell, even a receipt from a date? He’s begging Geto like, "C'mon, we share everything, right?"

And Geto? Completely unfazed, just like, "No, bro. That’s MY pookie." (Meanwhile, you’re the only thing keeping Geto from snapping and wiping out humanity. He’s hanging on by a thread, one inch away from full-on mass murder.)

But then Gojo, being the little devil he is, casually starts whining: "Maybe they’re lonely? Don’t you think it’d be better if there were two of us? I mean, for their sake, of course!" And that’s when it all spirals.

Geto’s the type to be respectful with personal space—hands clasped behind his back, watching you with that soft, calculating gaze. Meanwhile, Gojo’s over here finding every excuse to invade yours. He’s grabbing your waist under the guise of “helping” while you’re reaching for something on a high shelf. Pulling your legs onto his lap like, "You’re cold, I’m just keeping you warm!" while you’re trying to watch an anime. He’d 100% walk in on you and Geto in the middle of something very much not PG, and all he’d do is grin and go, "Oopsies!"

Unhinged, might even end in a worse ending who knows but you got me THINKING anon. Love you anon pookie, thank you for the lovely ask.

[38sr]

I know this is gonna be a strange one, but I do have an industry question;

I've been looking for a job for the last 4 years post-grad, I've tried every bit of advice I've gotten over my 6 years in school and 4 years out. Is it too late for me?? Or more so what advice would you have at this point?? I'm starting to feel really negatively about this venture, and getting a day job has been just as difficult;;

Hello Sky! Hope it's okay to call you that. Ah post-grad job hunting.....I don't miss that period of my life at all. Before I begin, just want to preface that what I say going forward is strictly from my perspective/experience. I am not the absolute of the animation industry so if what I say doesn't align with you, you do not have to follow it haha. Alright, advice for post grad job hunting.... Well, I think I want to start off giving a bit of context for the animation landscape these past 4 years that has been rough for everyone (trust me it'll come back around to your question): 1.) COVID Pandemic

This one might be a confusing for some people because when COVID hit in 2020, the only facet of entertainment that was able to keep going was animation. If you remember, during this time streaming numbers went up because people were stuck at home, every studio was launching their own streaming platform (HBO Max, Disney+, Peacock, etc.) and celebrities were given animated shows because live-action had stopped dead in its tracks. This period allowed artists outside of California state to get hired because what's the point of capping the talent to the local area when we're already working remotely? In short, it was a boom. But an exponential boom rather than a gradual boom. You never wanna grow too fast because you'll crash out quicker (and harder) which leads us to our second factor.... 2.) Netflix's first ever round of layoffs in summer 2022, streaming actually isn't profitable?????

In short, this year is when Netflix's growth finally stopped and was the beginning of The Great Animation Contraction. Other studios who were looking to Netflix as a the new model of distributing/creating entertainment had realized Netflix wasn't invincible. As well as their business model. So naturally, they got scared and and take action (aka layoffs). I was affected by these layoffs while working at Marvel Studios and many artists got laid off at studios to save face from the mistake that was streaming (though at this point studios were still double downing on it). Also, around this time live-action was slowly restarting thanks to vaccines and social distancing protocols. So those celebrity studded animated productions dwindled down (and also they caused so much havoc for us animation workers because most of those celebrities had no animation production experience). Which now leads us to...

3.) Mergers everywhere! Yeah, uh, mergers fucking suck. People kept losing their jobs because companies kept absorbing into each other and multiplying their debts to ungodly dollars amounts! Apparently no one took a math class and understood if you multiply any number by zero you will always get a zero. These merger also caused more shows to get shelved and canned, making the job market even slimmer. And by then we get to 2023 and the....

4.) WGA, SAG and TAG Contract Negotiations By now, studios have realized that streaming is losing them money because it costs a butt load of money to not only create a streaming site, but also maintain it, update it, create new media for it, acquire established franchises for it, and maintain the current library. Streaming shows aren't being advertised like they used to on cable so shows don't last beyond one or two seasons. Worker contracts are becoming shorter and shorter (I had a co-worker who had a 3 month contract! Isn't that insane?). And what happens in the midst of this streaming meltdown?

WGA, SAG and TAG are gearing up for their contract negotiations. And as we know SAG (actors) and WGA (writers) did strike which good for them! But now there are no live-action jobs and once again, animation (TAG) is the only one running because our negotiations don't officially start until 2024. At this point, so many animated productions have been cancelled left and right for the sake of "saving money and cutting costs". And the effects were very much being felt in the animation work force. Some animation workers were starting to leave the state of California to more affordable cities, some getting day jobs as baristas, hell some leaving the industry all together. It didn't help that studios were kind of withholding production greenlights 'cause 1) they're greedy corporations 2) these strikes were putting pressure on them. And when we did enter 2024 for our contract negotiations, that contraction was at the tightest. The job market for animation had become so bone dry that you have director-level talent taking entry level jobs to stay afloat. But because of that new, emerging artists are blocked out from breaking in. Anytime a job listing would go up people would go in a frenzy and try every thing they could to get the job. That's how little shows were in production this year specifically. Of course, by now it is public that TAG has ratified the contract (meaning we will not strike). But up until then, studios were quite literally waiting with baited breath for the duration of negotiations. A ton of stuff was in development but nothing was getting a greenlight in fear of a strike. So many animation workers at this point have been laid off for at least 2 years, got priced out of LA county, or got so burned by the industry that they left for a more sustainable paycheck. At this point of the post you're probably thinking, "Why is she talking about all of this and not answering my question?"

And the reason for that is because I what to highlight you didn't miss your chance. You unfortunately graduated at a time where the circumstances were not good for breaking in for the past 4 years.

I'm not saying this to deter you from animation either. I just want to be transparent and honest about the current state of animation because it really has been bleak for the past 4 years. So it's not your fault but rather the industry was just in a seriously bad drought. Both emerging and veteran artists have been struggling to find work and when they do it didn't even last for 6 months. Hopefully, with the renewed contract studios will start greenlighting productions again so everyone isn't fighting for one job opening. But I can't tell 'cause I am not Raven Baxter haha. But what advice can I give during this tough time? Start developing your own projects. Things may be pretty dry right now but now is the time when you can create and develop your own original stuff that can be used in your portfolio. Short or long form, showing progress videos, just create. Because once you start working it's gonna be hard to find that personal project time (trust me I'm going through that right now haha). Also, you'd be surprised how just doing your own thing can garner the attention of someone who does have the power to hire you. How do you think I got to work on the shows I have in the animation industry? Almost all of my jobs happened because I was just creating my own thing and it just happened to match the sensibilities of a show produced by a Hollywood studio. And if I had any additional advice... it would probably be don't think that Hollywood is the only way you can tell your stories.

This one is more of....a recent revelation I've had after going through a pretty bad work experience but Hollywood isn't the only way you can be a storyteller. Whether it's comics, games, streaming, animation, or film....the Hollywood system isn't the end all be all. And by Hollywood system I'm referring to breaking into a big studio like Disney, Nick or something and trying to get your own movie/tv show to win an award or something. That system often works for a certain group of people and fails other groups. That's why I say develop and create your own thing because you might find something that fits your creative voice more than Disney or any other Hollywood studio. Maybe that's inconsiderate of me to say as someone who's been incredibly lucky to work in the animation industry for almost 8 years now....but I still wanna be honest that there are other avenues that isn't the Hollywood way. All in all, please don't give up or beat yourself up. The current state of animation within America was out your control and resulted in many artists struggling to find a job. You aren't too late. In fact, I would say now is your time to do your thing in preparation for when that hiring boom comes again (or you can just take another route to tell your stories). I hope that answered your question!

[emotionalhottiee]

Made For Each Other!

Chapter 2: Getting to Know Each Other!

Jey

As we sat at the table getting to know each other. The conversation just flowed so naturally. Aleah was so easy to talk to. And seemed so down to earth.

The Conversation!

Jey: So made you wanna work at WWE?

Aleah: Well i have another job. I work remote as a junior project manager, for a biology lab. But because i clock in remotely i decided to get a second job.

And since i have an associates degree in communications. I was searching the web for a communications job, that’s when i found out that the WWE was hiring for an assistant content officer.

I applied and wa lah. I got hired.

Jey: DAMN so you got 2 jobs. You don’t be tired?

Aleah: well this is my first day with a second job. But i usually am finishing up, by the time i have to come in to the arena. So i feel like it wont be too hard. Both jobs are really just about me being online.

Jey: damn girl, you ain’t fucking around. I mean you about your paper lol. That’s wassup.

Aleah: *laughing coyly* i mean yeah, but this job also comes with nice benefits. Plus i am only doing this for the main roster, so i really only work mondays & fridays.

I plan on flying home on the other days.

So i’ll basically have a wrestlers schedule. Like you, ya know.

Jey: where is home? if you don’t me asking!

Aleah: no it’s fine and i live here in Atlanta.

Jey: I do too, you from the A?

Aleah: no im from the bay. Oakland to be exact!

Jey: damn that’s crazy. i was born in the Bay too, San Francisco to be exact!

*i repeated her previous statement in a joking manner*

Aleah: oh snap Bay Babies in the building.

wait but you said you were born in the bay did you grow up there?

Jey: nah we moved to Florida when i was younger. But now i live in Atlanta. So what made you move to Atlanta?

Aleah: not us living in the same cities twinsies.

*I laughed while holding my fingers in a heart shape*

And i moved here for college, but after i graduated i just never left.

Jey: you know i already have a twin? But that’s wassup. That girl got a degree.

Aleah: of course i do silly. And i actually have 2. A bachelors in Biology and my associates in communications.

Jey: damn girl you a genius. Well Miss Aleah i gotta go, start getting ready for my segments tonight, but you should slide me your number. So we can keep up the conversation.

*i stated while sliding her my phone, i was a little bit nervous that she would turn me down*

Aleah: alright Mr. Uso.

*i smiled while typing in my phone number. I snapped a cute selfie, to add to my contact before handing him back his cell phone.*

Aleah: this was a fun conversation. But we can continue this later. Go out there and kill it.

Aleah

I smiled at Jey, while doing a little yeet move. He was so cute, and the way he stared me down. Had me clenching my legs together, but i couldn’t let him see me all riled up. But i have a feeling the more we get to know each other, the more im going to be weak in the knees for him. But only time will tell.

We gave each other a hug, before going our separate ways. But as i was gathering my things to move towards the backstage area of the areana. I got a call from an unknown number. Not knowing who it was but having a slight feeling, i just let my phone ring until it went to voicemail. A few seconds later i got the voicemail notification. I put the phone to my ear to listen to it. And i immediately rolled my eyes at the sound of his voice.

Dominic’s Voicmail message: “Baby please give me a call, i know you seen the pictures but it’s not like that. I promise Aleah. Please just hear me out. I love you”.

Ewww i can’t believe he thinks there is anything to talk about. Like he did the ultimate unforgivable thing by having a baby out side of our relationship. I told him there is NO coming back from something like that. As much as i loved him, i have to boundaries for my own peace of mind. So him and his new baby mama can go live happy somewhere else. Without bothering me.

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JEY USO x BLACK! READER — Spring Writings 🩵

A/N: I took a stab at writing for roman and now here I am doing the same for jey? Except this one isn’t strongly plot based…Wish me luck! I’m new to the scene so I apologize if this isn’t in his character…But I think I got it? We’ll see 😆

PROMPTS ARE FROM HERE + HERE & I’m using:  “did you seriously use the last of the milk for this?” “i thought it would taste good!” +  “well i put it on the grocery list!” “i didn’t think i needed the list!” “you clearly did!!” +  “i can’t find the remote.” “i’m actually going to kill you.” 1. “But look, this is on sale!”

WARNINGS: language + just doing typical bickering couple things.

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In the near future, you wanted to advocate for detaching your head (not on some Black mirror type shit, although you knew there was a 70% chance that it could go that route) and leaving it to get any protective style for yourself, sisters, brothers, and non-binaries while you went about your business before you came back to collect your freshly did head. You originally wanted to go in with some straight backs with the water wave left out towards the ends but switched to boho locs last minute.

Thankfully you had that type of relationship with your stylist so she didn’t mind much.

You were always down to try something new and been contemplating getting some locs after a few of your family members been on their journey for years now. Tending to your head nearly everyday was a hassle especially as a routine to go into the world and work. Hair had a mind of its own and it didn’t need to be explained, if you know, you know.

The last thirty minutes of your appointment, you were reaching out to your husband to see what was on the menu at home or if you needed to pick something up. The snacks your go to girl provided only held up for so long and when Jey told you that he had a taste for Kopai, basically hinting that would be for lunch or dinner—when Jey threw down he made enough for both occasions—you sat up a bit in the driver’s seat, one hand on the wheel, while you floated through the streets to get back home.

When you unlocked the white security gate to the bright russet orange home (Jey picked the exterior color and you weren’t crazy about it but at least it stood out from the other homes, which was his main goal), you were already hit with a whiff of spices, thanks to the breezy San Francisco spring air and found the petal pink front door wide open. Which made you quirk up a brow but you were too famished to think too hard about it as you quickly made your way through the small entry way into the master bedroom to toss your things onto the bed.

You sighed with a shake of your head as you made your way up the stairs, hearing Jey listening to Kendrick’s disses on loop again but you also ignored that as you made your way to the right where the kitchen and living room sat. Sneaking behind the man on your toes like swiper, you slapped a hand and squeezed his backside in greeting while Jey legit yelped and yanked himself away.

Grinning at him innocently you say, “why are your clappers clenched?”

Jey sucked his teeth while you attempted to hide your laughter, “yo, what I tell you about doing that man? That’s my job to do to you, not other way around.”

“I thought we believed in equality in this house?” You placed your hands on your hips while Jey just huffed.

You moved towards the stove, where Jey was hovering over. The soup pot was there, steaming but the aroma wasn’t giving Kopai. While jey was distracted on his phone again, mumbling to himself and nodding his head—possibly the lyrics—you snatched up a spoon to dip into the pot.

Wincing against the temperature on your tongue, you managed to get the food down after chewing and sucking air into your mouth. That was enough to get Jey’s attention as he looked at you with a straight face, annoyed that you went and sampled.

“This is not giving dumpling…where are the dumplings?” You managed to get out after your last chew.

Jey folded his muscular arms honestly replying, “that’s because there isn’t any.”

“Huh? But it’s Samoan Sunday.” Which meant each Sunday included something from Jey’s culture, sometimes combined with soul food, depending on what y’all were in the mood for.

Jey lifted his chin, “turns out it’s a whatever’s in the fridge day. That you just rudely sampled behind my back without giving me any proper love by the way, it’s spicy chicken and rice chowder.”

Scrunching up your face, you popped your tongue in distaste at the aftermath. Now that you knew what it was, it could explain this foul after taste because something wasn’t adding up.

“Joshua.”

“Oh here you go,” Jey threw his hands up in the air, “If I wanted another food critic, I’d just call your damn father.”

Your father has his own successful restaurant here in California and back up North where you were originally from. Majority of the time if your family was over, Jey did everything in his power not to be the one who was solely on food duty because your father was very critical especially when it came to food.

That’s that Virgo shit.

“Chowder includes milk right?” You didn’t get the culinary trait but you watched enough cooking competitions and attended plenty to know the basics. You weren’t the biggest fan of seafood, although that was the common type of chowder, there was no seafood in this dish.

It still didn’t taste right to you.

And Jey usually knew what to do in the kitchen, more so on the grill but still he got by and knew Gordon Ramsey would approve of at least a few of his dishes. If not? His bitch ass could certainly see Jey’s hands. Not your pops though, he wasn’t messing with him at all.

Jey scoffed, “yeah.”

“Hey, I’m not feeling your attitude.” You addressed over your shoulder as you went to the fridge to open up.

Jey shot back, “well I’m not feelin’ you sneaking and holdin’ two handfuls of my ass but here we are.”

It was one hand but whatever fed his ego.

He was really about to bring the hangry out of you if he kept it up to be honest. Your hands went to the top shelf, immediately spotting the now empty glass milk bottle. Yanking it out, you held it up in the air for your husband to see.

“Did you seriously use the last of the milk for this?” You questioned, one hand on your hip now.

He blinked between you and the glass and then back again, “I thought it would taste good!”

Your eye twitched, “With expired milk, Josh?!”

He scrunched up his face at this news, “be for real,” he starts as he makes his way towards you to grab the glass, “…how was I supposed to know?”

Jey’s fingers quickly unscrewed the silicone dispenser cap to take a sniff of the inside and recoiled.

“By doing that like you normally do.” You respond, “also there’s a label on the back that aways gets written with the expiration date.”

Jey snarled, “Why can’t we just keep the damn carton instead of this aesthetically pleasing bullshit?”

“That’s rich coming from Mr. Leo the flashy asshole himself.” You tilted your head to the side, sending him the same type of energy.

“Why am I catching strays?” Jey pounded on his chest, voice naturally booming off the walls, “it’s my fault I like nice things?”

‘And that I tried to cook us a meal?’ He thinks to himself.

“No but it’s mine?” You repeat his motions, pointing at your own chest while Jey sighs, “I tried to remind you this morning before I left, that the milk needed to be dumped.”

Jey scratches at his ear with his lips pushed out in thought, “I heard none of that.”

“Well, I put it on the grocery list!” Your voice went up now and you can only blame your hunger.

Jey slides the bottle onto the white surface of the pale blue counter, “I didn’t think I needed the list!”

“You clearly did!” You laugh humorlessly at the fact that you just ate partially spoiled food.

It was funny how your husband picked and chose what he wanted to remember. Granted it was pretty early when you told him this, waking him up from his snoring slumber as you pecked his cheek on your way out. Last night in bed he said he would hit the store for a few quick items you needed for the house and milk was the first thing on the list. He didn’t remember that but he knew you had a hair appointment since he insisted on paying for it, he always loved your fro and didn’t mind seeing you change it up.

He was very vocal if he didn’t like a look either, even if you were pranking him a few times with stiff wigs from Tyler Perry Amazon, which caused many more lashings from the both of you that it sometimes got personal. The both of you could take the shit talking from each other but once it actually stung just a little too much? And if it happened to occur in front of family? Oh the silent treatment was more lethal than the actual words.

“Now I see why your ass was so clenched when I came in here. You were trying to poison me, or encourage me to go vegan, my own got damn husband.” You scoffed while Jey rolled his eyes at your dramatics and that was saying a lot, since he was the number one Thespian.

He makes the noise of a buzzer, “wrong answer forehead! My fatty is too well rounded for it to be clenched. Especially if it was glute day yesterday. There’s no high booties around here and I’m highly offended that you think I would do that to you when you’re my whole heart.”

You stuck your tongue out giving him a thumbs down, “don’t try to butter me up, I’m still aggy and I’m trying to big my back, not make my stomach touch my back.”

And just like that he grins as he moves to grip the sides of your face, “I’m sorry ma, you know I always got you and already have a back up order for dinner if this didn’t turn out too well. Plus, I got something else that could feed your appetite. A appetizer if you really think about it.”

His smile turns devilish now as he moves to place his hips on yours to feel exactly what he’s serving up. You shove at his chest as he goes even further to try and kiss up your neck, “Nope, if you don’t get off me! You’re not getting none of that.”

“Why not? We got at least twenty-five minutes before option B is ready and I can make it work.” He’s chasing after you now.

You’re on the other side of the white and blue island with a shake of your head, “for one, I have no nutrients in my body and it’s really sounding like you want me to cross over to the other side.”

Jey interrupts as he stares at you in all seriousness, “never.”

Holding up fingers you continue, “Two, my laser appointment isn’t until Wednesday.”

Jey caressed his beard in thought licking his lips, “oh word, hump day? That’s even better but fuck all that we grown! Let me get you that jug of fruit water you made and then that ass is mine.”

You laughed, “you think I’m gonna just fold after you deprived me of Kopai? You really done lost your mind and it’s all KDot’s doing.”

“Nah, leave my boy out of this.”

You gasped, “That switch up is crazy.”

‘Guess we know who Jey’s shaking that ass for and it’s not just for me,’ you cackle internally before focusing back on what your husband’s response would be to picking with him. You knew better than to let that slip through your lips because you wouldn’t hear the end of it and your body was already going through it okay!

From getting your hair done and WORKING OUT!

Get your mind out of the gutter you hoes.

“I mean I didn’t say I was going to completely cut BBL—

Your eyes went wide as Jey smacked a hand over his mouth. You pointed at him and hopped up and down to prove your point.

“Be quiet.” He hissed before he made his claim, “I mean sure if im in the car I’ll bump Drake over Kendrick but he had something on his chest so some shit talking needed to be said.”

“And did.”

“Exactly but Drake’s still my guy.” He shrugged.

You shake your head as you pace the floor as if you were analyzing Jey like you were in some courtroom instead of your kitchen, “That’s just like you, taking up for the light skins.”

“Aight now you dragging it.” Jey sent a glower in your direction.

You laugh as you leaned against the counter feeling like a nap but not without facing the issue here, “so…what’s actually on the menu since you lied to me about the Kopai and then flopped the chowder.”

“It wasn’t a complete flop!” Jey argued with a deep furrow of his brows, “the flavor was on point, I just messed up with the dairy portion.”

You stated, “Goat milk would have been superior.”

“Oh hell no, wait until I tell your father about that one.” Jey’s shaking his head in disgust, goat milk was only great for a skincare routine and he could say that based on experience but far as consuming? Jey was good on that.

“Wait until I tell him that you tried to give me food poisoning.” You countered with a heated stare.

Jey deeply inhaled and sucked his teeth, “aight let’s roll before you get my blood pressure up to the point I need to be hospitalized.”

He turns the stove off and moves the pot to the side while it’s your turn to make your way over to the tatted man. You nuzzle your head into the back of shoulders while hugging him, “it’s only fair that we get on each others nerves.”

“You’re lucky I love yo ass.” He mumbles, resting a warm hand on top of your clasped ones.

“And you’re lucky I love you right back and didn’t take a bite out of your behind for depriving me of food.”

Jey scrunched up his nose at that and side eyed as he turned to face you a bit but you held his stare, letting him know that you weren’t joking. “See, I knew it in my spirit that you were one of those kids that liked to bite. I’ve seen baby pictures and that’s something I’ll have to keep in mind when we’re blessed with children.”

“Says the fighter out of the marriage.” You quirk up a brow but Jey just shrugs.

“I own my shit.”

“Whatever bro…where’s your keys?” You remove yourself from Jey to look around the kitchen while the said man follows you.

He buries his forehead against the side of your temple bumping you, “i’m not your bro so I don’t know who you think you’re talking to.”

You push him from your space, “stop playing with me, Joshua. We don’t have time for this!”

“Come correct then.”

You roll your eyes with a flick of your hair, “keys or I’ll go get my own.”

“I’m driving, I don’t need you acting like the streets are Mario kart like you probably did on your way here.” He states before he sarcastically jokes, “You’re not you when you’re hungry.”

Let’s not talk about driving skills…of course you didn’t say that but Jey could tell you were thinking it. So he steps to you, holding out his hand but kept his eyes on you until you placed yours in his. He led the way back downstairs to the front level of the home, keys already in his pocket as he locked up the front of the house before heading to the garage.

There was tension on the first five minutes of the drive but not to the point where you two knew you wouldn’t get past it. You fumbled with the radio as the wind whipped across your profile and before you both know it, you’re both singing along to music from 2018, which was reminiscent back when things were starting to heat up between you two. Back when Jey was inviting you to family barbecues and being too afraid to ask you to be his girl and making an ass out of himself to his family when they questioned what you were.

It was all trial and tribulations that led to your marriage a year later. This bickering was nothing compared to what the both of you dealt with prior. And what’s a perfect marriage?

“By the way, the new look is sexy.” Jey comments as the both of you sit in his car digging into your food.

He chose Japanese…which was satisfactory since you loved the Wagyu beef tacos here and he was tearing into the BamuBamu wings, licking his fingers and everything that you knew his mother would be slapping the back of his head if she was in the backseat.

“Thanks baby, we’ll call this look: Gaia or Alani.” You posed, hands still holding a taco.

Jey nods, “ooo, Gailani is fire! See how I just did that?”

“Hope you come up with better earthy names for our future crotch goblins.” You told him while Jey frowned at you mid-bite.

“No way you just said that.”

Shrugging you say, “I mean I don’t know how pregnancy is going to make me feel so that’s their potential nickname.”

“I mean…how would you feel if I referred you as a gremlin?” Jey questioned, not liking how you were picking on your unborn children already.

Listen to him being the sensitive parent! He cared deeply for his niece and nephew, he also didn’t play when it came to them either so he can only imagine how he would be with his own.

“…I’d blame the children you played a part of helping create. Like child like father.”

“That’s cap and not exactly how that works, that’s right, I paid attention in biology class! You’ll probably start taking it out on me, I’ll have to have doc on speed dial for tetanus shots.” Jey winked at you while you elbowed his arm, “but nah I’ll love y’all through it regardless because like it or not I’m a pretty great guy.”

You snort, “You say that now.”

“I mean it though and I know you know that. I couldn’t have picked a better person to ride through this rollercoaster of life with and the world deserves to have mini versions of us roaming the earth, plus I’m always down to get to practicing.” He winks at you while you shake your head.

“I can tell, you almost leaped over the counter to take me down.”

He pointed, “You started it by grabbing my ass and the new look isn’t helping my urges.”

“Well,” you shrugged with a smirk on your lips, “it’s definitely not happening since you like to pull hair and you didn’t buy the milk.”

“There’s a farmers market right up the street, they got to have some and then will you chill?”

“I’m chill now.” You chew with a smile as you slump into the passenger seat while Jey deeply exhales.

“Yeah, cause you’re spoiled.”

“You made me this way.”

“I know.” Jey smiles at you adoringly before shaking his head, “my own personal pain in my butt.”

“But I do appreciate the effort…although my stomach might feel different in a few hours.” You pout a little, feeling it flip just a smidge.

Jey widens his eyes at you, just hoping that didn’t happen, “nah we getting probiotics or some type of cleanse at this market, let’s go before they close. Seatbelt please.”

“I’m eating.”

The side eye he gives you makes you do so but you hold onto your taco a little tighter in the process. Driving across the street to the open parking lot that sat to the side of where the market was set up, he’s ready to hop out the car, door tossed open, without you since you were still eating but you call out to him to wait for you.

The farmers market was one of your favorite places to be, especially on a Sunday and there was no way he was going without you. He was the main one that said the both of you were always going to be by each other’s sides wherever you went. When it came to grocery shopping, Jey was the type of shopper that wanted to get in and get out. Anything else? Clothes? Cars? He could spend all day there.

Yes he was huffy as you took your time, knowing they were about to start closing up in the next fifteen minutes. You had to search his car for your gum, lipgloss, and micro wallet that you stored in here just in case you didn’t have your purse (which was sitting pretty back at home on your bed) and stole Jey’s car for the day.

“C’mon,” Jey says your name impatiently, “what’re you doing?”

“Where’s my green mini wallet I had stored on the side of the rati?” Your hands are going along the pocket of the black Maserati.

Jey answers, “that little thing? I been took that out and threw it somewhere in your drawer back at the crib. What do you need that for when you’re with me anyway? Let’s go, ma.”

Then he questions why you’re a pain in his butt!

Checking your lips once more, you get out the car dusting off any crumbs from your lap before you circle around the car to intertwine your fingers with Jey’s. You huddle closer to him as the wind is at your backs before you enter through the tarps of set up sections. He’s on a mission while your eyes are wide, trying to look at any and everything to the point he lets go of your hand to keep searching for what you’re mainly here for.

Usually it’s mostly food here but occasionally they’ll have a few clothing, accessories, and even home decor shops set up as well. It really was the best of both worlds when that happened. Jey already knew that you would search for one of those while he stayed where the food was at. He chatted with the elderly man who had his own farm about forty miles from here, got three jugs of milk: oat, goat, and coconut. Along with a nice tip before he bid his farewells then began checking for you around the sizable space.

“Hey baby,” you greet as he eventually finds you at a vendor that wasn’t selling food yet you’re holding a few fruits and fruit juices in your hands, “I got us some more papayas and pineapples. It’s already paid for since the lady took Zelle but I want to show you something else.”

You finally shift the items into the netted bag onto your other wrist as you reach out for Jey’s wrist to drag him back to a few vendors over. It was some shop that was selling antiques and he’s now standing in front of two figurines.

“Wouldn’t this be cute for the mantle above the fireplace?”

Jey glanced at you, “yeah if we wanted to be murdered in our sleep at some point.”

“Joshua!” You shushed him, “I thought they would add more color to the mantle since the fireplace is black.”

“And the marble on the bottom is white along with the rest of the furniture that’s light and the walls except for that one kitchen wall that’s a chalkboard.” The man blinks as he vividly remembers your shared home, “We don’t need anymore unnecessary stuff, especially no dolls that look like annabelle and her possessed friends.” Jey tells you while you frown as he grabs your wrist now.

You’re being dragged away while the woman laughs and sends you a wave as you attempt to persuade him one last time on one other decor piece sitting on a table, “But look, this is on sale!”

Jey mutters, “there’s a reason why majority of her items are. I know evil when i see it.”

“Not the judgement. You don’t know that lady, Josh and you need to stop watching so many scary movies lately, they’re making you so paranoid.” You sassed while you two made it back to his car.

He peeked at you before he grabbed his seatbelt, “did you see her pet possum on the leash sleeping underneath that dusty red chair?”

“Her what?!”

“Uh huh.” He nods, starting the car while going into detail about how the vendor felt off the moment you dragged him closer to it.

By the time the two of you get home, you’re heading into the master bedroom to grab your floral bonnet while Jey heads up stairs with the food. He does the clean up of the soup, finishes up his wings while you eventually make your way upstairs to eat your own food. When you meet Jey’s brown eyes across from the dining table, the both of you share a laugh at your matching low-lidded eyes. The Itis. You’re the first to move, discarding your food since Jey finished way before you and pull at his hand for him to stand.

Wrapping your arms across his shoulders before moving one hand to play with the end of his hair, he leans down to grasp your back before slipping his hands down to your ass to lift you against his hips. “That’s how it should be,” he tells you as you kiss his lips and he makes his way over to the couch.

You warn your husband, “Watch my head, we know how heavy handed you are.”

“I got it, I got it.” Jey mocks as he protects your head, laying you down first before he climbs over you to rest against the couch.

He loops an arm across your shoulders as you move around trying to get comfortable thanks to your new do. Finding that your left is less painful than your right, you face the coffee table, two living chairs, and tv instead while Jey lightly wraps his arm around your neck instead.

And you’re fine just like this, well fed and in the arms of your man ready to get a nap in until…

“I can’t find the remote.” Jey breaks the silence that makes your eyes peel open with a flare of your nostrils.

You want to fling your entire body back but your neck said different, leaving you to only side eye Jey as he sheepishly smiles at you.

“I’m actually going to kill you!” You inform him, “i said leaving the remote in the drawer of the coffee table makes it easier so we don’t have to go crazy looking for it.”

“And I may or may not have done that.” He says nonchalantly, not bothered that he was pushing a button again, “I like to leave it tucked in the cushions along with my leg in there because you know how that stupid thing likes to overheat sometimes and it’s always cold in there.”

Only Jey y’all.

Only Jey.

Once you go quiet and manage to face the brown eyed man again, you smile softly at him as you caressed his face, “that lady at the market that you were shook over, ain’t got shit on me.”

“Whatchu mean? Aye!” Jey yelled as you started to playfully ring his neck.

The only way to get you to stop was for him to slap his hand right on top of your sore head and wiggle it and what did he do that for?

“OW! Why would you—I’m done.”

You hop off the couch and circle around it but not without yanking a pillow and slamming it against Jey’s stomach, “disrespectful ass.”

“So I’m just supposed to take you son-ing me?” Jey sat up on his elbows, grunting at the attack before shoving the pillow to the floor.

You snapped over your shoulder, “I don’t know, I thought you might like that since you like your ass grabbed, although you try to deny it as much as possible.”

“What?! Now you just saying shit.”

“And you’re always doing shit!” You yell back, out of sight now and heading back downstairs.

Jey sighs as he settles back against the couch again, “Where you goin’?”

“To bed!”

“It’s 4pm.”

“Goodnight mullet! You play too much.”

Jey felt his chest bubble with some laughter but said back, “I LOVE YOU!”

“So?!”

“I SAID, I LOVE YOU!” Jey called back out but when he didn’t get any response, he jumped up to his feet and raced down the stairs just to see you laughing waiting to slam the door in his face.

Yet you were too slow, making Jey barge into the room to latch onto your body to pepper your face in kisses.

It was the little things that he did that he knew would get on your nerves (which was mutual) but ultimately you loved that man down no matter what.

Jey could say the same even if you got on his case majority of the time.

You were his everything and more.

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[princess-of-the-corner]

You're reblog with the explanation of the Maribat salt prevalence got my brain kinda stuck on on the potential of a possible non-salty Batfam x ML crossover.

As someone who is an actual DC fan and an ML fan but has never touched Maribat with a 10 foot pole, here are a couple plot points I can picture if ML actually crossed over with the Batfam (more of a WFA style one though, considering the nature of ML)

The bats aren't really shocked or concerned Bustier lost a student, if that happens, because they've dealt with far worse from the school systems. They're more curious why the FUCK someone thought Gotham would be a good international tourist destination.

They're not shocked about the international magic terrorist or the children fighting him because *gestures vaguely at every iteration of the Teen Titans ever*, they're just kinda surprised they didn't know about it.

The batgirls are people that exist, and they would get along SO well with Chat.

Especially Stephanie. Which one of them am I describing here? Comedic, joke-cracking blonde cinammon roll who's also a TERRIFYING motherfucker when they wanna be, in love with a hyper-competent black-haired individual who's also a bit of a social disaster, considered too reckless and irresponsible and inexperienced by their teammates/mentors and frequently left out of the loop because of it, AND has an asshole villainous theatre kid for a father. They're SO similar, it's not even funny.

Also, the batgirls get chat on hormone therapy

Max, Markov, and Barbara have a coding fight that Barbara wins, but she's still really intrigued by Markov, spends hours chit chatting about it, and offers to teach Max coding remotely.

Tim trains/hires Lila somehow. This man gets like 3 separate villains working for him in Red Robin, and under his rules too. Tim doesn't really give a shit about your morality, if you're skilled and can be directed, he'll get you on his payroll.

Selina meets LB and CN and is absolutely gone on Chat. She thinks he's so adorable. She likes Mari too, but the punny catsuit kid strikes a chord with her.

Harley meets up with Juleka and they punch things together.

Nino and Harley commiserate about bad clown-themed fashion choices.

Forget Bruce Wayne. Helena Bertinelli, a.k.a Huntress, a.k.a someone who is a teacher as her day job has a field day shepherding the whole miracuclass around and teaching them how to use crossbows.

Just some thoughts running around in my head thanks to that RB. There really is quite a bit of potential here, especially if you allow the Batgirls to exist and let Chat run with the Bats.

Honestly there's so many oppurtunities for fun and shenanigans in a ml/batman crossover when it's actually an ml/batman crossover and not 'Mari as a mary sue who is sooooo beloved and perfect except her old class are evil people worse than Literally The Joker™ despite being dumb teenagers and she's gonna go fuck off and have fun with Batman instead!!!"

Honestly just the fact that the Bats would be more likely to pick up Lila than Marinette. Like Marinette is a girl who has loving parents and a wonderful life and sure she'll be recruited as Ladybug but Lila? Lila and Tim are going to team up to take over the world and there;s nothing we can do about it

[ronearoundblindly]

Hi Ro! I know I'm late to this party, but can I get B and F for Steve?

Thank you! 💜

Never too late, darling! This is tumblr, not a job 😁

This one got away with me. It got weirdly sappy for the categories asked, but I went with general Steve from no particular universe here, plus a nondescript part of the timeline or beyond, could even kinda be AU--if you squint--except Steve is definitely famous in some capacity and was small when young. (I just think he happens to look very cuff-able in this gif so we roll with it.)

These dirty asks from this game are aptly titled, so MINORS DNI.

B - Bondage

He can't exactly be tied up, not by anything commercially available, but Steve surprisingly likes the chance to sit still, take a backseat, and enjoy experiencing your enjoyment. He used to be so small. He assumed he'd never have the power he does now.

The restraints, as useless as they are, work as a calming tool to shut off his brain for a while. He's not responsible for anything. That's nice. Very freeing. The act of binding him is in itself roleplay; he's playing small and weak.

He's noticed something else, too.

Over the weeks and months you two have repeated this ritual of tying him up, and you both understand just how much it doesn't remotely hurt him, you've grown...more aggressive with the bonds. It's only when you're tying them--never an ounce of it in anything that follows--but he watches and realizes that you relieve frustration by pulling harder, knotting tighter, heaving around until their just so.

At this point, since Steve can do nothing else, he loves to see it. He's heard short and vague accounts from you, of shitty behavior, of innuendo, of back-handed compliments about how you do so well even with Steve. How his reputation must boost you. How you don't have to work so hard or be good because he'll carry you. How your accomplishments are all tied to him somehow.

It's not true, but they say it. They mean it. Steve can do nothing but let you physically yoke him down in your life, even for a few minutes. The weight it seems to lift from your shoulders is worth any momentary sting he might feel.

No. Steve doesn't mind the bonds at all. He even hates that you can't restrain him for real. He wishes he could give you that. Then people might see that you're just that powerful and you've always been that strong. He had nothing to do with it.

Okay, one sec, let me pull myself together here. YIKES.

IT BECAME ITS OWN FIC! [Entwined]

F - Food Play

[Fools Rush In Steve a.k.a. Sketch is notoriously anti-crumbs-in-the-bed, so he is 1000% not a part of this convo. Sorry, bub.]

YUP. Steve loves to feed you. It's a care thing. He always wants your opinion of all the food on the table, so you have to try everything. Here! Try this. The fork is already by your lips and he's smiling eagerly.

In the bedroom? Oh yes, he is very fond of licking sweet things off you and having them licked off him. It's one of the things that seems to tickle Steve the most--body and soul--and it's so playful. He even gets to lean into having a fast metabolism and needing calories after his workouts. If he drizzles honey or chocolate syrup on you, or hilariously fizzes too much whipped cream out of the canister he has not gotten the hang of yet, then that's a snack and a half. That's multitasking. That's just good time management, ya know?

Savory stuff is for meals and the table though. There's none of that that gets played with during sex. He's never outright said that's a rule, but it seems obvious when there's never been a crossover event.

Super random shout out to Steve having a bit of a thing for champagne and licking it off your neck after he deliberately splashes or pours it there. The bubbles tickle like hell and the cold is so shocking, but whatever, he loves it.

🙄

Thank you for asking!

Ack, I can feel in my bones that the bondage one might end up as a one shot. I am in so much trouble.

[Main Masterlist; Dirty Asks Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

[morehotch]

[12:23 AM]

“are you tired?” you ask, already knowing the answer and turning away from the tv to look at aaron; who’s sitting close beside you, both of your legs tangled together under your favorite fluffy blankets.

“no, i’m okay,” he quickly denies, rubbing his eyes and sitting up straighter, turning to look at you with a new found attentiveness.

you don’t have to be a profiler to know aaron is exhausted. he just got back from a five day, draining case tonight, quietly opening your apartment door and finding you waiting on the sofa after you put jack to bed. 

you always stay up for aaron to come home from cases. your bed feels awfully empty without him and when you know he’s on the way home you’re impatient and anxiously want to take care of him and feel him in your arms.

when he finally got back, aaron dropped his bag and practically melted into the couch and into your arms; lays down, desperate to hold you and feel the comforting warmth of your skin.

aaron still insisted on watching a movie you had been wanting to see for weeks, always trying to find a time to watch and relax with him but something always comes up.

aaron wants to watch it now, he wants to feel normal. he wants to give you that; a normal friday night watching a movie, cuddling on the couch after jack’s asleep. but instead, he feels exhausted and depleted, barely able to keep his eyes open. sometimes aaron feels like he’s not enough for you in so many ways. 

“you’re a bad liar,” you joke, interrupting his thoughts and making aaron smile softly down at you, enjoying your laugh. time spent together can be rare, especially quiet, peaceful moments like this and he doesn’t want to miss this opportunity to be with you— even if he just got back from a long and draining case. he needs you.

but you continue knowingly, “you should sleep, honey, we can always watch this another time.” you don’t even let aaron get a chance to grab the remote as he shakes his head with furrowed brows and a frown. 

“i- i just want to spend time with you,” he argues weakly, still determined to make the most of the very occasional tired nights you have together. aaron has always been scared— terrified, of losing you due to the demanding nature of his job; that it was too much for you deal with emotionally, that he wasn’t able to support you, or that he couldn’t balance a relationship with this job. aaron has never wanted to burden you with his exhausting work schedule and the stressful, whirlwind of emotions he always ending up bringing home after every case. 

but you are never scared and you are never frustrated. you always make sure he doesn’t stay in his home office too long and that he eats properly and doesn’t have too much caffeine. because you want to love aaron, you want everything with him, and you trust him. 

aaron knows that and is determined to never lose that, to never lose you. 

you slide your hand to intertwine with his, subconsciously rubbing your thumb along his hand soothingly— something he always does for you. you stand up, smiling down at him, knowing how adorably stubborn your fiancé is. “i want you to get your rest, baby.”

aaron doesn’t respond, tired eyes dazed and staring back at you. he realizes— admits, you’re right. he looks up with you with slightly red, tired eyes and a hopeful, small smile.

“thank you,” he whispers hoarsely, “let’s go to bed.”

you laugh breathlessly, running a hand gently through his hair. he stands up and you link hands as you gently lead him to your bed. you flop onto the comfy mattress happily and wait for aaron to finish his night routine.

once aaron is safe and comfortable in your arms, he falls asleep ridiculously fast and you realize just how tired he was. his cheeks are smushed against your chest and you comb through his soft hair soothingly, admiring the faint smile that still lingers on his parted lips. 

you think he’s fast asleep until he mumbles out a small, “love you,” muffled against your skin. you say it back easily, just as quietly as he did. you hug him tighter and he sighs contently and you feel incredibly whole. 

[yelenasdiary]

Here's a little Yelena Drabble idea for you if you're interested. 😊 The reader is having a remote interview on their laptop, and they're nervous. Yelena is standing in front of them out of view of the interviewer, encouraging them and trying to make them smile.

Drabble || You Worry Too Much!

Pariring: Yelena Belova x Fem! Reader (Platonic)

Summary: Yelena tries her best to make you less nervous and stressed during an important interview.

Fluff

Warnings: None, this is not corrected or proof-read | 0.6K

AC: I hope it's okay I write this as a platonic fic, I haven't written one in a while and I thought this would be a great idea to do so! I hope you enjoy! x

10:15am the time read on your laptop as you sat patiently in the zoom call waiting room, all your notes and possible question answers sat on one side of you while a glass of cold water sat on the other side. In 15 minutes you were able to have an interview for a new job. It was time for a change, time to leave the cafe that you worked tirelessly at just a few blocks away from your apartment.

You were having a quick read over the notes in your notepad when Yelena let herself in with a smile on her lips and a coffee in one hand. "Good morning" she greeted, placing the coffee next to the glass of water beside you.

"Yelena? W-what are you doing here? Did you forget that I have a really important interview today?" you asked with a worried tone.

"Nope, I didn't forget" she replied, making her way to the sofa, "You've been stressed about this interview all week, I'm just here to keep you company" she added as she sat down and grabbed one of last week's trash magazines that sat on your coffee table.

"Could you please just go wait in my bedroom?" you suggest, not wanting her to distract you.

"Don't worry, you stress too much!" she chuckled, "I won't distract you....much" she added with a playful smirk.

You didn't have time to respond to your best friend as the screen on your laptop changed and you were greeted with a middle-aged man in a business suit.

"Good morning Miss Y/L/N, thank you for join me today. I know we spoke over the phone last week but it's nice to put a face to voices" the man smiled, "I'll try not to keep you long" he added. He seemed a little more laid back than all your past interviewers, it helped a little take some of the nerves you were feeling away but not enough to feel completely comfortable and confident.

"Smile" Yelena mouthed, using a small wave to get your attention.

You gave the man the generic fake smile and thanked him for taking the time to interview you for the position. "I like to get the harder questions out of the way, so, why don't you tell me why you think you would be great for this position" he said.

Your eyes glanced over to your notes, "I believe that I am a hard worker, I love working with others and meeting deadlines. I have a high attention to detail and..." you started, pausing for a moment to look back at your notes. Yelena shook her head, "very reliable" she mouthed slowly so you could understand her.

"I'm very reliable and I find great satisfaction in organising and filing. You'll find that not only am I fun to be around, I will get the job done. I am always willing to put myself out there and help others, I love sharing ideas and I am always trying ways to gain more skills in many different areas" you added.

You felt confident in your answer and saw that Yelena was giving you a thumbs up which also reminded you to smile.

As the interview we on, Yelena helped here she could, mouthing words for you to use and always reminding you to keep giving a smile here and there. With every moment that passes you slowly but surely became more confident within yourself, your eyes caught the message that was writing on your coffee cup, "you've got this" with a little smiley face quickly made you thankful for Yelena letting herself in.

"Well, I think that's all on my end. You should hear back from me by the end of the coming week, thank you again for time" the man smiled.

"Thank you, I appreciate this opportunity" you replied, giving the man one last smile before he said goodbye. You closed your laptop and looked up at Yelena, "Thank you, I can't believe you really helped me feel more confident" you spoke.

"Like I said, you worry too much! Now grab your coffee, I'm starving" Yelena replied.

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[yeetus-feetus]

batfam shenanigans

Tim: *minding his own business

Jason: *kicks open bedroom door*

Tim: *stares*

Jason: *stares back*

Tim: what do you wan- ?

Jason: *sticks middle finger up and leaves with the door left wide open*

Tim: *sighs*

-

Tim: get out of my room!

Damian: I'm not in you're room!

Tim: yes you are!

Damian: no I'm not!

Tim: you're toes are crossing the carpet line!

Damian: no they're not!

Tim: yes they are! go away!

-

Dick: nice work kid!

Damian: I am not a child.

Dick: sure bud *gives him a noogie*

Damian: argh get off!!

Dick: *laughs as he resists being pushed away*

-

Damian: *opens Duke's door*

Duke: *glares*

Damian: Alfred called *walks in and starts touching things*

Duke: oh yeah, what'd he say? *Glares harder*

Damian: *shrugs* not sure, you'll have to ask Grayson

Duke: then why are you in here?? *Removes something from Damian's hands and puts it back in place*

Damian: *picks something else up* well, it sounded important so-

Duke: *eye twitching* get out

Damian: why would I do that?

Duke: now.

Damian: *huffs* fine, whatever. *Leaves the door open*

Duke, to himself frustratedly: he's lucky I'm above fratricide istg

-

Cass: who took my brush!?

Steph: not me

Tim: not me

Cass: it was someone!

Jason: it was probably Dick

Dick: *gasps* was not! I don't even live here!

Cass: *glares*

Cass: if I find out who took it before someone owns up, they are dead.

-

Stephanie: Dick. Dick. Dick. Dick. Dick. Di-

Dick: omg what!??

Stephanie: will you drive me to my apartment?

Dick: no.

Stephanie: what why not!?

Dick: I'm done being the taxi driver

Stephanie: but you're the oldest that's literally your job

Dick: I said no

Stephanie:

Stephanie: Dick. Dick. Dick. Dick. Dick. Dick. Di-

Dick: ffs fine!! Just shut up!

-

jason, over text: pick me up a batburger

Dick: no

Jason: pick me up a batburger, please.

Dick: still no

Jason: I know it's on your way, you're gonna drive past anyways!

Dick: I'm not the delivery boy!

Jason: Just do it!

Dick: no!

Jason: fuck you!

Dick: fuck you too!

*20 minutes later*

Dick: open your door

Jason: why?

Dick: I have batburger

Jason: oh fuck yeah!

-

Tim: where's the remote!

Damian: you had it last!

Tim: no I didn't Stephanie did!

Stephanie: hey don't blame me!

Tim: stand up

Stephanie: what- I'm not sitting on it!

Tim: stand up!

Stephanie: fine! *Stands up* see, I told you!

Tim: *glares at Jason*

Jason: don't look at me you little shit I don't have it!

Tim: prove it!

Jason: I'm not standing up again I just got comfy!

Tim: I don't care! Stand up!

Dick, walking into the room: hey are you guys looking for this? *Holds up remote*

Damian: see it wasn't us!

*all start fighting over who removed the remote from the loungeroom*

Dick: *sighs tiredly*

-

Damian: who ate my vegan burger!

Jason: oh that was vegan? Hm no wonder it tasted different

Damian: you ate my burger!!?

Jason: calm down I was too injured last night to make anything, just grabbed the first okay thing outta the fridge

Damian: I should kill you! I was looking forward to eating that! I had my name on it!

Jason: *shrugs* sorry?

Damian: you better be, you owe me a new burger!

Jason: hey I don't owe you shit

Damian: yes you do! You are my burger! You owe me a new one! Right now!

Jason: no way!

Damian: FATHERRRRR! Todd ate my vegan burger I was saving for lunch!

Bruce, sighing exasperatedly: did you put your name on it?

Damian: yes I did! And he won't buy me a new one!

Bruce, looking at Jason with tired eyes: Jason buy your brother a new burger

Jason: fuck off! I'm not doing shit!

Bruce: *pinches the bridge of his nose and questions all of his life decisions*

-

*Jason and Dick roughhousing when they were younger*

Dick: *accidentally smacks Jason's head into the wall* oh shit-

Jason: *starts sobbing and crying*

Dick: fuck, wait- I didn't mean it I didn't mean it you're okay stop crying! Shh I'll make it better, stop crying!

Jason: *cries even harder* Bruce! Bru- !

Dick: *covers his mouth* no! Shush! Shh! Don't call Bruce, he'll kill me! Shut up!

-

Duke: who drank out of my mug!?

Tim: oh that was your mug?

Duke: yes. It was!

Tim: pretty sure Cass used it

Cass: *gasp* was not me!

Duke: well somebody used it and I ain't happy!

Damian: it was me, I used it for my water colours

Duke: you what!?

-

BRUUUCCEEE!

No! Shh! Shush! I'll fix it I'll fix it, don't tell B!

Okay I'm too tired to keep going, sorry it's almost 4am. Please feel free to add on to this with other sibling interactions!

[thebisexualdogdad]

Could you do Felicia Hardy smut headcanons please?

Felicia Hardy x GN!reader

*Danielle Rose Russell used as fancast*

**I think about sex with Felicia far too often* *

● Felicia's sex drive is off the charts

● seriously, she needs to cum at least twice a day to feel even remotely satisfied

● and if you aren't there to make it happen she has plenty of toys to get the job done

● she owns quite the lingerie collection

● so many black lace pieces

● her favorites are see through bras because she knows those drive you particularly crazy

● "see something you like?" She'll say standing in the doorway of your bedroom in nothing but a revealing lace bra and panty set

● and it drives her crazy when you worship her tits

● sucking and toying with her nipples

● making her cum just from stimulating her chest

● having her ride your thigh while you're lavishing her breasts

● and leaving hickies all across her skin

● she melts when you call her a good girl

● you will be in the middle of a heist and she'll pull her zipper down ever so slightly to tease you with her tits

● "better pay attention love don't want to set off the museum alarm now do we?"

● "how the hell am I supposed to focus when you're taunting me like that?"

● "what can I say? I have great assets"

● "you sure do Felicia, you sure do"

● there's nothing she loves more than oral

● doesn't matter if she's giving or receiving

● you frequently wake up to her settled in between your legs

● and she works you like a pro giving you an incredible start to your morning

● and you always make sure to return the favor

● spending hours between her legs leaving your bedsheets absolutely soaked from how many times she cums

● anytime you run into her ex Odessa it ends in you two bringing her back to your place for a threesome

● Odessa always praises Felicia for finding someone so good in bed

● "at least I know you are being well taken care of Felicia"

● "you haven't even seen their best work"

● anytime you score huge on heists you have insane celebratory sex

● fucking on every surface of your apartment possible

● bringing out your special occasion toys

● speaking of, your toy box is full of contraptions that most people have never even heard of

● Felicia's got a list of kinks so long you'll never run out of new things to try

● and she introduces you to positions that shouldn't be humanly possible

● mid heist quickies that get your adrenaline pumping

● her bending over for no real reason just to show off her ass in her tight leather suit to turn you on

● you have no problem when Felicia flirts with people to either get intel or to steal something from them

● no one can resist her and she gets her prize every time

● "what do you think this watch is worth? 15-20k?" She grins walking back to your table after swiping a watch off some rich guy at the bar

● "whatever it's worth it's definitely paying for our next trip to Europe" you say kissing her proudly

● it's honestly pretty hot watching people hit on her knowing you're the one who gets to take her home

● but when certain people get a little too handsy with her she will drag you somewhere more private to ensure you that you are the only one she wants

● you guys have a nice big apartment that overlooks New York city but it is fun to break into penthouses and luxury hotels for a change of scenery every so often

● and when you travel you book the nicest hotels to screw around in

● fucking her on balconies with breathtaking views

● everyday is an adventure with Felicia

● and you wouldn't give it up for anything