#and the tone is light-hearted and geared towards fun

[mattsfavoritestar]

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CRAWLING BACK 2 YOU, matt sturniolo

synopsis… you and matt were best friends but that didn’t stop you from thinking of him in other ways. you kissed him in a drunken moment the. decided to go ghost the next day. days later you find yourself stranded in the middle of the night. guess who has to pick you up?

warnings.. smut, makeout sesh, best friend!matt, whiny!matt, female!reader, use of y/n, car sex, slight hand kink, no use of protection (wrap it before you tap it!) creampie, cowgirl, mentions of drug and alcohol usage

of course you would find yourself stranded at a park late at night. it was supposed to be a walk to clear your head. from social media. from the outside world. from matt. you’ve been avoiding him for a few days now with very good but stupid reason.

you kissed matt sturniolo. you don’t  recall the all events that led up to the moment but you remember every detail of the important ones. you were at tara’s birthday party meaning you had access to alcohol. 

—

you found yourself stumbling to a couch, eyes blurred while your mind felt fuzzy. you didn’t notice matt was sitting there. you didn’t know he watched you walk over. so of course it scared the shit out of you when he asked “hey y/n are you having fun?” with that stupid smirk on his face. you jumped, spilling your cup onto the couch, some landing on his shirt. 

your already flushed face grew more warm as you apologized repeatedly, slurred obviously. matt laughed lowly and dismissed is but your drunken mind pulled him up and dragged him to the bathroom. you didn’t notice his hooded red eyes at first but under the bathroom light you saw every. single. detail.

you always had a thing for matt. but he was your best friend. it was kinda awkward trying to clean his shirt and stupid aswell considering that it was a dark color anyways. you felt matt grab both your wrist in a hault. you both stared at each other for a while. the door was cracked but the room felt so very warm.

you heard the bass of do i wanna know by artic monkeys play but it sounded like a buzz. if your mind was fuzzy before it definitely felt like mush now. matt has such pretty blue eyes. you were so focused on them that you didn’t realize him staring at your lips or calling your name.

“can i try something” he says in a low tone. you were so close already. you didn’t even notice your head nodding. that night was engraved in your brain since. and matt’s touch never left your mind.

—

you felt your body grow warm at the mere memory but you desperately needed a ride. you decided against calling matt but chris instead. it was such a stupid idea. you knew matt drove chris everywhere anyways so even if you did call him matt would still be there.

“hello?” chris answered. “chris i’m stuck at the park please help me” you explained. you heard shuffling then a door opening. “matt go get y/n she’s stranded! ” he shouted. you screwed up your face. before you can say anything chris tells you that matt’s on his way and hung up.

you didn’t question how matt knew you location, you’ve been sharing it for years. you walked over to the basketball court and leaned on the fence wall. the air was starting to get more cooling, little droplets falling from the sky so you put your hood up.  the light of matt’s van made you sigh internally as you got up and walked towards it.

it was harder to enter the car and greet him than you thought but pushed your self to let out a small “hey”. he nodded his head and waited for you to buckle up. you couldn’t look at his face so you settled on his hands. the way the veins grew more prominent as his shifted the gear made you get deja vu from when he gripped your wrist that night.

the ride was silent. you were scared to even breathe too loud. matt turned the radio on to fill the void of silence. you felt your heart drop as the familiar bass entered your ears. you heard matt’s breathing become more harsh and his leg start to bounce. the grip he had on the wheel made his hands look ten times more attractive than needed.

you didn’t even notice him change to the opposite direction of your house. when the car came to a stop you looked around in confusion. “matt-“ you were cut off by the hard tone in his voice.

���why are you avoiding me.”

your words got caught in your throat. you refused to look his way. he scoffed then grabbed your chin a part of your neck aswell, forcing you to look him in the eyes. “y’know i can’t listen to this stupid song without thinking about you.” he says.

“i dreamt about you nearly every night this week” he spat. you knew he was angry. you’d never go a day without calling him or even texting. but it’s been five days. “matt you know why i can’t talk to you” you spoke lowly. 

you couldn’t lie this look on his face was very attractive. his touch on your face was gentle yet firm. just like that night when he gripped your waist to pull you close. 

his eyes softened. “y/n i can’t read your mind you have to tell me what you’re thinking,” he replied. his thumb gently rubbed your cheek. your eyes fluttered shut. “i’m constantly thinking about kissing you. but i don’t know if you feel the same as i do.” he mumbled.

“i do feel the same matt” you answered. with swift motion, you seatbelt was off and you climbed over the console with matt helping you by the waist. he pulled you in the same way he pulled you in that night. the familiar softness of his lips molded into yours. this felt right. why did you ever run from it?

he groaned as you pulled the the hair that curled on his neck slightly. his grip on your waist grew tighter. he was scared you were going to leave again. you felt him lift your hoodie up then toss it in the back. perfect day to not wear anything underneath. his hands immediately attached back to your body. “you’re so pretty baby” he whispers onto your lips.

with swift motion he took off his hoodie as well. the car felt so warm. the windows fogged. if matt’s hands weren’t roaming your upper body right now you would’ve noticed the patter of rain hitting the car. you felt his lips on your neck then trail to your chest. 

every kiss every bite felt like heaven. matt was pushing your pants down as best as he could. you giggled a bit as his clear struggle then lifted yourself a bit to get it off. now you were only in your underwear while matt was just shirtless. he stared at you in awe. if you weren’t hot already you would’ve felt you face grow redder. 

“matt please..” you muttered. he leaned his head back and sighed. he really liked when you played with his hair. his hips rutted into yours causing you to jolt forward and moan while he groaned. “y/n i really need you right now. can i please make us both feel good?” he practically begged. you nodded your head as quick as he asked.

slight shuffles of matt pushing his sweatpants and boxers down just enough to let his dick out. you looked down and almost moaned from how red the tip is, clear liquid spilling from the top. you used matt’s neck and the window to help your self up and hover over him. the moment you let yourself down you wrapped your arms around him as he pulls you into a hug.

you couldn’t even form words. your brain felt melted just like that night. “fuck- baby your so warm” he whined. you started to move on him, it felt so hot in this moment yet the heater wasn’t even on.

matt didn’t shy away from letting out his moans and whines. he wanted you to know how good you felt. he pulled you closer to his chest as if you weren’t close enough then rested his head on your shoulder. “so good. so warm. so perfect.” he groaned. you felt him move his own hips to meet yours, hitting a different angle, which made you grip his hair a little tighter.

you felt the wetness of his lip on your skin. “matt i feel so close” you cried. you felt him nodding his head on your shoulder, “yeah? me too baby” he says in a rugged breath. his hips start to move faster so you tried your best to match his pace. your body felt so weak in this moment. a band ready to to snap any second.

matt’s final and harsh thrust into your cunt was your breaking point. you let out an loud almost pornographic moan while matt whimpered into your ears. ribbons of his release shoot into you. his gripped around you grew tighter as he whined. you felt some of it leak out of you.

both of you were breathing heavy and don’t want to move from this spot in fear of this moment ending. you felt matt move his head lower to your chest. you softly run your fingers into his hair, matt swore he could fall asleep right now. 

he lifted his head from off of you. he didn’t say anything he just stared. before you could start thinking this was a mistake he kisses you again. he sighed as if this was the first time he kissed you. as if you were both back at the party high and drunk.

 your back accidentally hit the steering wheel causing the horn to go off. you jolted and yelped, forgetting that matt was still in you and you were both still sensitive. you both winced at the feeling but you couldn’t help but laugh. 

matt just smiled at you then helped you off him. “guess we have to make one more stop before i actually take you home” he says as he reaches back for your clothes.

[tomicscomics]

06/07/2024

Wishing you all a blessed Solemnity of the Most Sacred Heart of Jesus!

JOKE-OGRAPHY:

1. The Sacred Heart: In Catholic tradition, the month of June is dedicated to the Sacred Heart of Jesus, a devotion which sees Jesus's heart as a symbol of God's boundless love for humanity. Moreover, the Solemnity of the Most Sacred Heart of Jesus is being celebrated today (June 7th) this year.

2. Original Imagery: The Sacred Heart is depicted as a human heart wreathed by thorns (like Jesus's crown of thorns) and divine flames/light, with a bleeding wound in the side (a reference to Jesus's postmortem spear-wound), and topped off with a cross (for obvious reasons).

3. My Imagery: In this piece, I depict the Sacred Heart in three stages, separating the symbolism into simple parts and relating them to Jesus's Passion, death, and resurrection.

4. Wordplay: A few years ago, I was struck by the similarity between the words scared, scarred, and sacred, and knew I had to use them together for some kind of wordplay. I just didn't know what kind of wordplay would fit. I usually use my wordsmithing for dumb jokes, but this felt like it needed a different approach, so I waited and wondered until an idea finally hit me just in time for the Month of the Sacred Heart!

5. Fun-Fact: I think this piece marks the first time I've depicted Jesus crucified in Tomics. It's not in my usual style or tone, but that's because those are geared towards comedy, and this is meant to be reverent.

[thefireintheshadow]

He’d done it. He’d gotten his mending book.

[authors note: this seems like a cute little fic about grian and his mending book but it is in fact a dark mafia fic jsyk…]

Grian couldn’t believe it had finally happened. It was so surreal that he wasn’t quite sure what to do with himself.

He went through the motions of cleaning himself up. It felt good to shave, see some color on his cheeks. Even his eyes were brighter.

When he returned to the dock to clean up all of his fishing gear, there was a silhouette in the setting sun. He couldn’t make out who it was, a broad frame almost haloed in glittering red.

“Hello, Grian.”

He squinted. “Beef?” As he grew closer, he could make out the source of the glittering, a suit that appeared to be crafted from salmon scales. “Wow.”

“Been doing a lot of fishing lately?” Beef asked, running a hand up one of the pillars of the little hut.

Something felt off in Grian’s gut. Something in his friend’s tone felt…predatory. It couldn’t be. This was Beef. He was one of the sweetest guys around. “You could say that,” he said, trying to keep his tone light. “But I’m all good now, got my mending book.”

“Is that so?” Beef cocked a brow, and stuck both hands in his pockets, as if on a casual stroll. Something in his gait screamed danger, though, and was this just too much time spent in death games? Was this overflow from Secret Life and Demise and—

Beef stopped on the block over Grian’s storage room. No.

“Why don’t you come on downstairs?” Beef asked, but it was hardly a request. “Because somehow I don’t think you’re all good.”

He pulled out a handful of seeds and composted them, disappearing through the floor.

Grian’s pulse thundered in his ears. What the hell was going on? How did Beef find out about his secret area? And what the hell was up with that suit? His head spun.

On the surface this would look like a fun prank. A bit.

But it didn’t feel like a bit. It didn’t feel fun.

He didn’t want to go down there.

But something told him he needed to, some instinct buried deep. Though surely Beef just wanted to make a deal for something in the chests down there, right?

Heart hammering, he composted and dropped down.

But there was nobody there. His guts twisted. Beef meant down downstairs. This was getting weirder and weirder, and that sense of danger felt sharper and heavier.

He dropped down into the cave and his heart ceased to work.

He couldn’t quite register at first the tableau in front of him. His gaze zeroed in on Mumbo’s face, beautiful skin marred by blood and tears.

“Grian! They’ve gone-” Mumbo cried, but his words choked off on a scream as a sickening snap echoed and suddenly time seemed to stop.

Grian’s ears buzzed, as if no other senses other than his sight were capable of working at a time. Mumbo was on his knees, hands behind his back, face twisted in pain. Skizz stood behind him, muscled arms gleaming as he took the kneeling man’s disheveled hair in one of his fists.

Skizz didn’t look quite right, though. His eyes were too big, almost bulbous, and too far apart. His face shone with what Grian had at first thought was sweat, but no, it was as if his skin were made of…scales? And nowhere was that soft, sweet, fun-loving Skizz energy. He looked maniacal. A maniacal, half-mutated fish man.

And Beef. Beef in his salmon-scaled suit, still cool as a cucumber, hands in his pockets, watching the scene with detachment.

Grian sucked in a deep, ragged breath as his lungs screamed for air, and time seemed to start again, his brain somehow catching up with the fact that he couldn’t just watch the scene forever.

“Walk with me, Grian,” Beef said, strolling towards the redstone door.

“No!” Grian cried, his entire body quivering. “What are you doing to Mumbo? Skizz!” He took a step forward, but in a flash, Skizz jerked Mumbo’s head back, exposing the tender flesh of his throat, and pressed a glittering diamond sword against it.

“I already broke his wrist, want another lesson?” he warned, and something was wrong with his voice, it sounded so distorted.

“My associate here will take good care of Mumbo,” Beef said as the door opened. “I’d like you to show me this room.”

Grian swallowed hard, staring at Mumbo with desperate eyes, the man he cared about most in this world, the man he’d do anything for. Somehow, somehow he’d fucked up and now Mumbo was in pain and there was fucking nothing he could do. Why hadn’t he brought any weapons down here? Why hadn’t he acted on his instincts up there…god.

A drop of crimson beaded on Mumbo’s throat, and he hissed in pain.

“You’d better go, your little friend has thin skin,” Skizz warned gleefully.

“I’m going, I’m going,” Grian said, forcing his feet to move, one in front of the other, towards Beef, towards the door…away from Mumbo. “Please stop hurting him.” The words came out so disgustingly weak sounding, and he hated it. He wanted to press his thumbs into Skizz’s mutant eyes until they popped out of his fucking head, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t do anything.

Skizz lowered the sword at least, and Grian scurried after Beef into the manifest room.

“Tell me about this,” Beef said once the door closed behind them, spreading his arms.

“It’s my…my manifesting mending room,” Grian said, and it sounded so stupid now. He had to admit he’d gone a little batshit with all of that fishing, with his obsession. What did this have to do with Beef and Skizz, though?

Beef pursed his lips, shaking his head. “It looks to me like a cod-worshipping room,” he said.

Grian’s blood rushed through his ears. Was this what this was all about? Types of fish? “No, they were just, easier to build statues of,” he insisted. “The color palette-”

“I don’t believe you,” Beef snarled, and his blazing anger was so jarring after being calm for the entire exchange. “Big Cod is trying to get a foothold here and my employer is not going to let that happen.”

“What are you talking about?” Grian asked, head spinning. “This is literally just for me, you can see my painting at the other end-”

“I saw the painting,” Beef interrupted, turning his back, clasping his hands there, walking down the platform to look at the painting in question. “Quite an expensive piece, for a fisherman.”

Grian scrubbed his hands down his face. “Well I’m not just a fisherman-”

“No, you’re not,” Beef said, whirling on his heel. “You know, my original thought when I was tasked with eliminating the cod threat was just to blow this whole thing to hell with you inside it.” He raised a finger. “But I thought, no need to make such a mess. I think I can bring you to heel with the right motivation.”

As if in cue, the redstone door opened, and Skizz dragged Mumbo in, shoving him back to his knees. His nose was freshly bleeding, and he looked about to collapse completely.

“Beef, please, whatever you think this is, it’s not,” Grian begged, whirling back towards him. “I swear I don’t know anything about…big cod-I just-”

There was a thump and Mumbo groaned.

Grian whirled again as Skizz pressed his boot against the man’s back, shoving him into the floor.

“Stop hurting him!” Grian cried, turning back to Beef. “Please, what do you need me to do? Just stop hurting him!”

Beef reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigar – since when did he smoke? – and flicked a zippo, taking his time lighting it evenly. He puffed, then tossed the zippo over his shoulder, landing it neatly at the bottom of the painting.

It went up quickly. Grian watched the flames, swallowing hard. He was happy to trade the painting for Mumbo’s safety, but it was still hard to watch it go up like that.

“Since you have your mending book, you won’t be needing that anymore,” Beef said, smoke trailing as he strolled up the walkway, free hand back in his pocket. “And since you’re certainly not working for Big Cod, you won’t need this room anymore. Dismantle it. Destroy it.” He pointed at Grian, cigar smoldering between his fingers. “I will be checking. And you don’t want to have this meeting again, do you? Who could I motivate you with next? Gem? Or how about Scar?”

Grian shook his head vigorously. “No, you don’t have to motivate me, I’ll do it.” He took a step back. “Please, just let Mumbo go and I’ll do it right now.”

Beef patted him on the cheek, chuckling as the sickly-sweet smoke made him cringe. “Yes you will,” he said, and stalked past him, snapping his fingers on his way by Skizz. “Kill him.”

Grian screamed, launching himself towards them, but he was too late, Skizz stabbed Mumbo through the back of the skull and Grian landed on the hard floor, next to the bundle of bloodied ropes left behind.

“I don’t want to see your face on the surface until it’s done,” Beef said as Skizz crossed the threshold. “Or else.”

The door closed, leaving Grian alone and sobbing on the floor.

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[nintendoteuthis]

Some thoughts on the books, comics, and magazines you can put in your lockers

Disclaimer: This is a mix of reasonable inferences and headcanons.

Comic books

Comedy comic: A comic book featuring the character Monkey Crab (that's who that is. he seems to be quite popular). Aimed at younger readers; has a more light-hearted tone

Romance comic, fangirl comic, love-and-war comic: All romantic manga, probably written by the same author. Don't know what's inside, but I'd wager that the first tells a relatively simple story of a boy and girl falling in love, the second involves a romance developing between a performer and one of her fans, and the third involves a love triangle involving two men on opposite sites of a war. Not the most complex of plots, but Inklings and Octolings eat it up.

Sci-fi comic, sports comic: Pretty much what they say on the tin.

Sharktooth Comix: Basically Weekly Shonen Jump but for the Mollusk Era. Weekly anthologies of comics aimed at a young male demographic. From the covers, we can infer that among the series inside are comic adaptations of Ultra Squid and Octo Kong Country (and another series based on Monkey Crab).

Magazines and journals

Boneless Appetit: A cooking magazine aimed at a younger demographic. They're trying to make cooking fun.

Drip Squad: A fashion magazine. This issue includes a feature on Inkline.

Evolved Science Journal: A scientific journal focused on biology, paleontology, and evolution. The study that made the cover presumably discusses Inkling evolution.

Ink & Splatter: Based on the title, the Roller on the cover, and the Ammo Knights logo, I think this magazine focuses on inksports, especially weapons and strategy. Sponsored by Ammo Knights.

Inkopolis Illustrated: Hey! That's HaikaraWalker! A general culture magazine that covers the styles, sports, and music of Inkopolis. They try to find interesting things about the city to cover. Lots of Inklings and Octolings who moved to Splatsville subscribe to this, so they still feel like they have some connection.

Nostalgia Power Magazine: A retro gaming-focused magazine. Not to say that it doesn't include stuff about older games as well, but retro gaming is its focus. It seems that retro games are very popular among Inklings and Octolings (based on locker stuff, the N-ZAP, and all the stuff in Ancho-V Games).

Rockin' Music Quarterly: A music magazine. Not much to say.

Squidgital Game Guide: Another gaming publication. In order to avoid competition with Nostalgia Power, it probably focuses more on walkthroughs, tips, and trivia about newer games.

Tunnel & Track: For the real train nerds. This magazine is all about public transport.

Other stuff

Fantasy novel: Can't really say much more about this from the cover.

Popular novel: Also a novel. I think that this is, like, a "classic" - the type of thing you'd be forced to read in high school English classes.

Salmon Manners Handbook: Honestly I'm not sure what this is. It seems to be geared towards fish, and it also doesn't seem to have anything to do with Salmonids. Any ideas?

[kymerawrites]

Sir Simon Riley EP 4

I got carried away, enjoy 8K words ;)

Summary: the whole team goes out to a club but it seems the night takes a twist that makes shym and ghost end up together

TW WARNING: mention of drugs and alcohol

A day has passed, and today we will be interrogating the shadows to uncover their true intentions. We have at least eight of them in custody, so it shouldn't be too difficult to extract some answers. As I walked through the barracks, I spotted one of my teammates whom I hadn't spoken to in a long time. "Roach, good morning! How is everything going?" I called out, feeling a mix of anticipation and relief at the sight of a familiar face with all this drama going on

Roach looked up as I approached, a warm smile spreading across his face at the sight of me. "Ah, good morning!" he greeted me cheerfully. "Everything's going well, can't complain. How about you?"

"I'm still reeling from the injuries I got at the club the other night, but today we have to start interrogating the shadows, using force if necessary." I glanced ahead and saw Soap, Ghost, and four other teammates deep in conversation, their expressions tense and focused.

Roach nodded as he listened to my words, his expression growing serious. "I understand." he said. "I'm glad you're doing okay, but we have to make sure these shadows know they messed with the wrong people."  His gaze followed mine to Soap and the other teammates, and a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Looks like we're gonna have some fun today." he said with a chuckle.

I looked at him in surprise. "How so?" I asked, my voice filled with curiosity.

Roach chuckled a bit and gestured toward the group of team members with his chin. "Well, there's Soap, and you know how much he enjoys a good interrogation." he began, his expression mischievous. "And there's Ghost, who can be pretty intimidating when he wants to be. And then there's the rest of us." He grinned. "Between the six of us, I'd say we'll have those shadows singing like a bird in no time."

I smiled and rolled my eyes playfully. "I already know, Captain Price is going to love this—if he ever comes out of his office for once." My tone was light-hearted, but a hint of frustration lingered beneath the surface.

Roach chuckled along with me, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Captain Price's been working himself too hard," he agreed. "Maybe a good old interrogation session will be just the thing to get him out of that office of his." He winked at me, a devious glimmer in his eyes. "Who knows? Maybe he'll even join in on the fun."

I looked at roach intently and as he looked back we knew exactly what stunt we would pull, I put on a mask I had and a baclava, also my gear. Roach did the same and now we could do our plan. We ran towards captain price's office and opened the door with much force

"hands up captain!" We screamed. You saw the split second of fear in his eyes when he started laughing "you had me there roach and shym." I laughed

"All funny and games, But sir your coming with us." I nodded at roach to give the sign to do our act and lifted him and his chair up

we walked towards the others and saw a faces of surprise and laughter

"Roach! You really are a jester aren't ya!" He laughed we put down the chair and I begun talking "you have been forced to start interrogating with us captain price. I do not take no as an answer!"

Captain Price shook his head, his eyes still shining with laughter. "You two are incorrigible, aren't you?"

he said, a wry smile on his lips. "But I have to admit, that was a clever stunt. You've got me fair and square."

He looked at the team around us, who were all watching with wide grins on their faces. "All right then, if you want me to join in on the interrogating, I suppose I can't say no. Let's see what these shadows have to say."

I shifted my eyes towards his "don't they know who knocked them out? We are already at war with them. They know who we are" I tilted me head to the side questioning why I had to keep my mask on that was only used for my shenanigans.

Ghost's expression remained stoic as he replied, his eyes never leaving my face. "They may know who we are, but we still have a few tricks up our sleeves. We don't want to reveal our full hand just yet." He gestured towards the team around us, who were all still waiting for instructions. "Now come on, let's get this show on the road. The shadows should be waiting for us in the interrogation room by now."

I nodded, still feeling a little uneasy about Ghost's insistence on keeping our masks on, but I trusted his judgment. We all headed towards the interrogation room where the shadows were being held. As we entered the room, I could feel the tension in the air, the shadows looking at us with a mix of defiance and fear.

Ghost spoke up, his voice low and dangerous. "All right, let's get started. Which one first?"

Captain Price gestured to the first shadow, who was being held tightly by Ghost and Soap. "How about we start with this one?"

The first shadow glared at us, defiance flickering in his eyes. "You'll never get anything out of me." he snarls, his voice cold and defiant. Ghost stepped forward, his mask hiding any emotion he might have. "Oh, I wouldn't be so sure about that," he said quietly. "We have ways of making you talk." He gestured to Soap, who immediately grabbed the shadow's arms and held them in an uncomfortable position. The shadow winced in pain but remained stubbornly silent.

I was scanning the room when I found the person I was dancing on the other night. I grabbed a knife out of my pocket and walked behind him towards his neck, right in the spot where his gun was "you might be a good dancer with the ladies but I don't think you haven't seen anything like this yet right?"

The shadow stiffened as I held the knife against his neck, his eyes widening as he realized I recognized him. "Wait, wait!" he cried out, panic clear in his voice. "I'll tell you what you want to know, just don't hurt me!"

Ghost stepped forward, his mask concealing any emotion that might be on his face. "Then start talking. We want to know everything about your organization and your plans."

"If we think you are lying your fellow teammates will feel pain inflicted on them, so I suggest you speak up" I kept my knife right on his neck putting more pressure than before I already saw a little blood dripping from him

The shadow's eyes widened as he felt the knife dig deeper into his skin, a small trickle of blood flowing down his neck. "Okay, okay!" he exclaimed, his voice shaking with fear. "I'll tell you everything I know about our organization! We work for a man called "The Director", he's the one who gives us our orders and pays us for our services."

"This is bullshit" I sighed

" then why don't we even know a single ounce about this group. It should have been on our radar a long time ago!"

I walked to the next guy to him and put my knife behind his ear putting pressure just to scare him

The shadow's eyes darted around nervously, sweat beading on his forehead as he saw the determination in our eyes. "All right, all right!" he said, his voice a higher pitch than before. "I'll tell you everything. The Collective is like a secret society. They operate outside of any government or law enforcement, and they have their fingers in many pies. They're involved in everything from drug trafficking to human smuggling to illegal weapons sales."

"So the artifact was all a lie huh?" I chuckled and looked and price and ghost

"I don't know who made you believe in circus magic but that thing was fake as fuck." I rolled my eyes and continued

Price and Ghost looked at me for a moment, their expressions inscrutable beneath their masks. "We knew the artifact was just a cover-up," Price said quietly. "But now we know who's behind it." He turned his gaze back to the shadow. "Now, tell us who the Director really works for. Who's giving the orders?"

The shadow hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting around the room as if searching for a way out. "I don't know," he said finally, his voice strained.

"I've never met the Director's superiors before, I swear! They only communicate through heavily encrypted channels, and their identities are always kept secret." 

Ghost and Price exchanged a glance, their expressions unreadable. "Do you have any idea where to find the Director," Ghost asked, his voice cold and toneless.

The shadow shook his head rapidly. "No, no, I don't know where the Director is," he said quickly. "He's always on the move, never stays in one place for too long." 

Soap stepped forward, his expression hardening. "You better start cooperating, mate," he growled. "Or things are going to start getting painful very quickly."

I laughed "my biggest question is how he hired a bunch of rookies to fight against us, it was evident when we took down half of your team the other day."

The shadow's eyes darkened with anger at my words. "Don't underestimate us," he snarled. "We may not have the same training or experience as you do, but we are still a formidable force to be reckoned with."

Ghost stepped forward, his mask hiding any emotions he might have been feeling. "You may have thought you were ready, but you were still no match for us. Now start talking before something bad happens to you and your teammates."

"Let me make it simple for you lieutenant." I got to another male who had a deep scar on his eye I put my knife on the other eye and made a cut he agonized in pain.

Price, Ghost, and Roach all tensed up at my actions. Ghost stepped forward, his voice firm but calm. "That's enough, Shym. We don't want to stoop to their level."

But I was focused on the shadow, not caring about the blood running down his face. I grabbed his hair and pulled his head up, my eyes locked on his. "Now start talking, or the next cut won't just be a scar."

The shadow looked at me, fear and defiance battling in his eyes. "Okay, okay," he said finally, his voice a pained whisper. "I'll tell you everything I know." 

He took a deep breath and began speaking, telling us about the Director's plans and the organization's structure. As he spoke, the rest of the team listened in silence, absorbing every piece of information. 

Once the shadow had finished speaking, Ghost turned to me, his expression hidden behind his mask. "Good job, Shym."

The shadow looked at me, fear and defiance battling in his eyes. "Okay, okay," he said finally, his voice a pained whisper. "I'll tell you everything I know." 

He took a deep breath and began speaking, telling us about the Director's plans and the organization's structure. As he spoke, the rest of the team listened in silence, absorbing every piece of information. 

Once the shadow had finished speaking, Ghost turned to me, his expression hidden behind his mask. "Good job, Shym."

His words were simple, but they sent a shiver down my spine. I felt something spark inside me at his praise, something I couldn't quite place. I nodded curtly, trying not to show how his praise affected me.

Roach smirked at me, a small spark in his eye as he noticed my reaction. He knew exactly what I was feeling and found it entertaining

The briefing continued, we all gathered around a table discussing the information we had gathered. Roach remained close to me, his playful smirk never leaving his face.

He couldn't resist a teasing remark. "You seem a little flustered, Shym," he murmured with a wink.

"You forgot when you felt so flustered when ghost broke down the door of the toilet when u where dismembering ur bowels because of the spicy food you ate huh" I smirked and tried my best not to laugh  (a ghost task scene which was too funny)

Roach winced at my jab, his cheeks flushing a faint pink. "Oh, har har har," he muttered, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"You don't have to remind me of that every chance you get." 

Price chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Oh, come on, Roach. You know we love to give you a hard time about that."

Roach rolled his eyes, a sheepish smile on his face. "Yeah, yeah, I know. But sometimes I really wish I could go back in time and avoid eating that cursed Seychellian food"

Price slapped Roach on the back, a big grin on his face. "Well, mate, it gave us a good laugh at your expense, so I'd say it was worth it."

The rest of the team laughed, the atmosphere lightening for a moment as we all enjoyed Roach's faux pas. Roach just shook his head, a good-natured chuckle escaping his lips. "I suppose it's all part of the team bonding experience, right?"

"The smell that hit my nose that night wasn't that team bonding nor pleasant" I said

Roach grimaced, a mix of embarrassment and amusement on his face. "Yeah, that was a rough night for all of us," he admitted. "Especially me." 

Ghost, who had been mainly silent up until now, finally spoke up, his voice a dry monotone. "I'm still not sure I've fully regained my sense of smell since that night."

I chuckled "well Riley maybe you shouldn't have broke that door, aren't you a curious man huh"

Ghost stiffened slightly at my comment, his expression hidden beneath the mask. "I was responding to a potential security threat," he replied coolly. "I didn't know Roach had a case of food poisoning at the time.", his expression as unreadable as ever behind his mask.

Roach, on the other hand, snorted a laugh. "You know, I still remember the look on Soap's face when he heard the crash." 

Soap's expression darkened, a grimace on his face. "Don't remind me," he muttered. "I've had nightmares about that smell ever since."

Roach looked at me with mock horror on his face. "Oh, please, not you too. Can't I just forget that ever happened?" 

Soap grinned back at him, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh, no chance, mate. That memory is now etched in our minds forever."

Roach rolled his eyes, a defeated smile on his face. "You all are never going to let me live that down, are you?" 

Price chuckled, slapping Roach on the back once again. "Not a chance, mate. It's just too good a story to forget."

Roach shook his head, a resigned grin on his face. "Well, I suppose I should at least be thankful you all find it so amusing." 

I laughed, feeling a sense of camaraderie with the team. "Don't worry Roach. You may smell bad in there but outside on the field you're my favorite buddy."

"Anyways guys what shall we do tonight?" I looked around the room to find someone who would give some suggestions but it seems like everyone wasn't coming up with an idea.

I smiled mischievously "we can go back to club soleil tonight? You guys need to get some chicks you all look so distressed.." I looked sympathetic at everyone

"Price shouldn't you be married with this age? You aren't getting younger!"

Price chuckled at my remark, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Yeah, I suppose you're right. I'm not getting any younger, but sometimes life keeps you on your toes." 

Roach smirked, a sly grin on his face. "Yeah, well, maybe we can find Price a cougar to keep him company tonight. Someone who can keep up with his energy."

"So all 13 of you are with me, or not?" I looked at ghost who wasn't so amused with the idea, ofcourse he wasn't, they found me unconscious there 2 days ago. But it shouldn't keep me from having fu, It was an incident nothing more.

Ghost's gaze locked with mine, his expression unreadable behind his mask as he considered my question. For a moment, he didn't respond, and I couldn't tell if he was going to refuse my invitation. Finally, he spoke, his voice quiet but firm. "Fine, I'll go." 

Roach grinned at Ghost's response, a sense of excitement building up inside him. "Well, now we're all in. Let's go have some fun, lads."

"Well one small problem..." I sighed and tried to phrase it as well as I could without making the team refuse our night out "who will watch those bastards we have in custody?"

Roach shrugged, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Oh, don't worry, mate. We'll leave that task to Ghost and Soap. They'll keep an eye on them while we're out having fun." 

Ghost and Soap nodded in agreement, exchanging a look that spoke volumes. I could tell they were up for the task, ready to keep our prisoners under control while we enjoyed ourselves for the night.

I grinned and sarcastically said "that is great! atleast now I can sneak someone in here for a good time in my bed tonight!" I winked at roach

Roach's eyes widened at my comment, a surprised chuckle escaping his lips. "Oh, you really are mischievous as hell, Shym." He grinned back at me, a playful glint in his eyes. "Just make sure you don't get caught sneaking someone in. I don't think Ghost would approve."

Price stifled a laugh, a wry smile on his face. "Yeah, Ghost isn't one for romance, especially not when we're on a mission. Keep it low-profile, and maybe he won't find out." 

Ghost remained silent, his expression unreadable behind his mask as he listened to our banter. But the twitch in his shoulders hinted at a silent chuckle. Even he found our conversation amusing, despite his usually serious demeanor.

"That won't be a problem lads, I have my clubbing identity she's called seraphina and loves to dance."

Soap grinned, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "Aye, don't worry, I'll keep the prisoners occupied while you two sneak around. Just don't stay in bed all night, or we'll have to search the whole base for you." 

Roach's face flushed slightly at Soap's comment, his cocky smile faltering for a brief moment.

"Alright let's get ready folks we don't have all night." I walked past ghost and went to my room where I would get ready for this evening

Roach followed me, a mischievous grin on his face. "I hope you're not planning anything too crazy tonight, Shym," he teased, "or Ghost might have a few unpleasant words for us tomorrow." 

I chuckled, a feeling of excitement building inside me as I thought about the night ahead. "Don't worry, Roach," I reassured him. "I just want to have some fun and forget about all the... unpleasant things we've been through lately. Maybe a pretty lady or two wouldn't hurt either."

Roach nudged me playfully, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Oh, you're looking for a little adventure on the side, huh? Just remember, don't do anything that'll land you in trouble with Ghost. I don't want to deal with his grumpy attitude tomorrow." 

I laughed at Roach's warning, a smile on my face. "Don't worry, I'll keep it low-key. I wouldn't want to rile up Ghost any more than I already do."

As we reached my room, I opened the door and stepped inside, Roach following behind me. The room was simple but functional but I tried to make it more to my taste, with a bed, a small desk where I did my makeup, and a closet for our gear and daily clothes. I headed towards the closet and started rummaging through my clothes, trying to find something pretty to wear for our night out. 

Roach plopped down on the bed, watching me with a mischievous grin on his face. "You got your eye on someone tonight, Shym?" he asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

I couldn't help but chuckle at Roach's attempt to act casual. "Oh, come on, Roach. You know me better than that," I teased. "I'll just flirt with whoever catches my eye. You know I can't resist a handsome lad."

Roach pretended to swoon with mock-hurt feelings. "Oh, how could you be so treacherous to me, Shym? And here I thought we had something special." 

I rolled my eyes, shaking my head in amusement. "You're such a drama queen, Roach. But don't worry, you're still my favorite buddy on this base."

Roach chuckled, his mock-hurt expression shifting back to a mischievous grin. "I knew you couldn't resist my charms," he taunted, leaning back on the bed as he spoke.

"But remember, there's a lot of competition out there tonight. I have no doubt you'll have a flock of hungry males following you around in no time."

"Right, let's hope for the best." I turned around and threw a towel on his face "I suggest you leave because you cannot see a lady get undressed in her own room."

Roach grabbed the towel off his face, a smirk on his lips. "Oh, come on, Shym. Don't be shy. I've seen a lot of ladies with different bodies, and I'm sure this won't be any different."

I rolled my eyes, secretly amused by his teasing. "Gross.. Yeah, well, keep dreaming, Roach. You'll never be that lucky."

Roach feigned disappointment, a theatric expression of hurt on his face. "Oh, I'm wounded. You won't even let me get a glimpse of you undressed?" 

I couldn't help but grin at his over-the-top performance. "That's right. Now, out. I'll see you later at the club."

Roach reluctantly got up from the bed and started heading towards the door. "You're a cruel woman, Shym," he muttered playfully, trying to hide his amusement. 

As he reached the door, he turned back one last time and smirked. "Have fun tonight. And don't get into too much trouble... or do, I won't complain."

I screamed at the door "I will see you tonight! I hope ur charms will atleast get u one girl tonight."

Roach chuckled on the other side of the door, his voice slightly muffled. "Oh, you have no idea. I'll have them all swooning before you even walk through the door." 

I laughed, shaking my head at Roach's confidence. Knowing him, he probably would have a flock of girls around him within minutes. He had that effect on people.

While I was getting ready soap and ghost had another conversation mostly about the night out, me wanting to take a man home and them needing to watch the shadows.

Soap and Ghost sat in the surveillance room, the dim glow of monitors casting a pale light on their faces. They were keeping a watchful eye on the shadows, making sure they didn't attempt anything foolish. 

Soap looked at Ghost, a teasing grin on his face. "So, Ghost, how do you feel about our dear Shym's plans for tonight? Think she'll find a special someone to share her bed with?"

Ghost stared blankly at the camera feed, his eyes fixated on the shadows. "I care little for her personal desires," he responded, his voice monotone.

"Our duty is to watch these shadows and ensure our team's safety. Whatever she does in her personal time is of no concern to me."

Soap raised an eyebrow, a smirk on his face. "You say that now, mate. But I have a feeling your thoughts will take a different path when you see her flirting with a handsome stranger on the dance floor." 

Ghost simply grunted in response, not denying Soap's statement. He knew deep down that he couldn't resist the temptation of observing her interactions with others.

Soap chuckled, shaking his head slightly. "Ah, Ghost. Always the stoic one, pretending not to care. But we all know how you really feel. You can't help yourself from wanting her to give you her undivided attention. But maybe, just maybe, tonight she'll find someone who appreciates her company more than you do." 

Ghost's jaw tightened slightly, the only outward sign of his irritation at Soap's words.

Soap noticed the subtle tension in Ghost's jaw and decided to change the subject, sensing that the conversation was veering into uncomfortable territory. He shifted his focus back to the surveillance screens, keeping a watchful eye on the shadows while the gears of his mind quietly processed his observations.

"Well, let's hope tonight turns out to be a good night for everyone," he said, breaking the silence. "We could all use a bit of excitement and distraction from the mundane routine. And maybe, just maybe, some of us might find a little happiness in the process."

Ghost remained silent, his mind swirling with conflicting feelings. He knew Soap's words held more truth than he wanted to admit. He couldn't deny the fact that he had developed complicated feelings for Shym. The thought of her getting intimate with someone else sent a surge of jealousy through him.

Soap shifted the conversation to a new subject "well seems we have a long night ahead of us" he chuckled.

"God, why couldn't we just kill them in that club that night, I could go out and now we are sitting here.."

Ghost scoffed in agreement, a hint of annoyance in his voice. "We were ordered to capture them and extract information, not kill them in a crowded club. " 

Soap shrugged his shoulders slightly, a knowing look in his eyes. "I understand the orders, Ghost. It's just that sometimes, the straightforward solution seems more appealing than all this waiting and watching. But we have our duty, and we must follow it, no matter the circumstances."

Back in shym's room she was getting ready while blasting Sean Paul from her speaker, tonight was going to be better, with foundation she covered the mark she got from the club 2 nights ago and had another very cute dress in her closet this time it was a satin gold dress which she only wore to special occasions

I stood in front of the mirror, assessing my reflection with a critical eye. The foundation concealed the remnants of my accident, and the shimmering gold dress hugged my curves perfectly. I felt confident and sexy, ready to take on the night.

I added the finishing touches to my makeup, applying a coat of mascara and a touch of rosy blush. As I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement course through me. Tonight was going to be different. Tonight, I was going to let loose and have some fun.

With a final glance in the mirror, I took a deep breath and grabbed my phone, scrolling through my music library for the perfect soundtrack for the night. As the opening notes of a playful and seductive track filled the air, I felt the energy within me rising to the surface. 

Tonight, I was going to dance, flirt, and forget about the worries and responsibilities that had been weighing me down. I deserved to have a night of carefree fun.

I took one last look at myself in the mirror and smiled, my confidence boosted by the vibrant energy that pulsed through me. Feeling unstoppable and ready to dance the night away, I made my way out of the room, shutting the door behind me with a firm click. 

As I sauntered down the dimly lit hallway, my hips swaying to the rhythm of the music in my ears, I felt a sense of liberation. Tonight, I was free to explore the possibilities that the night had in store for me.

The beat of the music grew louder as I entered the common area, my gaze immediately locking onto the faces of Roach, Gaz, and the others. I could feel their eyes on me, taking in the sight of me in my gold dress. 

I strutted towards Roach, a teasing smile on my lips. "Well, well, well, what do you think, Roach?" I asked playfully, doing a little twirl to showcase my dress.

Roach's eyes widened, a wolfish grin spreading across his face as he shamelessly checked me out. "You look absolutely stunning, Shym," he complimented, his eyes trailing down my figure with unabashed admiration.

"My face is here roach." I said

Roach's eyes snapped back up to my face, a guilty look on his face. "Right, sorry, love. Can you blame a man for appreciating a beautiful woman?" he replied, his tone dripping with charm.

I rolled my eyes, playfully smacking his arm in mock annoyance. "You're unbelievable, Roach." I couldn't help but smile at his blatant flirting. It was all part of his charm.

And then soap and ghost came from the surveillance room to the common room where they were met with everyone

As Ghost and Soap entered the common room, their eyes widened slightly at the sight of me in my gold dress. I could feel their gazes on me, their silent approval or possible judgment, it was difficult to tell. 

I stood tall, my confidence unwavering, and gave them a flirtatious smile. "Well, boys, how do I look?"

I looked glum at the guys "you know it's so sad you need to stay here. I suggest you guys grab some beer to make the night a little more enjoyable! While we're gone.."

Ghost's eyes remained focused and disciplined, disregarding my efforts to lighten the mood. Soap, on the other hand, considered my suggestion for a brief moment before responding with a smirk. 

"I appreciate the sentiment, Shym," Soap replied. "But we won't be needing any beer to make the night enjoyable. Our focus is on keeping watch of those shadows." 

I nodded, accepting his response. It was no surprise that Ghost didn't offer any reaction to my suggestion. He was all business tonight.

"Alright let's get going everyone!" I screamed trough the common room leaving the room as fast as I could

Everyone  followed close behind me, eager to start the night, and Soap chuckled softly, shaking his head at Roach's enthusiasm. However, Ghost remained stoic, his expression unreadable. I could feel his gaze lingering on me, but I tried not to pay attention, keeping my focus on the night ahead.

We arrived at the club, the thumping music and flashing lights welcoming us with a sense of excitement. Roach immediately joined the crowd and began dancing like a maniac, his carefree energy drawing attention. Soap stood nearby, bobbing his head to the music but keeping an eye on our surroundings.

I looked at gaz while John and the rest of the team went their own ways "care to offer me a drink gazzy?"

Gaz chuckled at my question, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Of course, love. Can't let you have a dull night." 

With a wink, he leaned in closer and whispered, "You look absolutely stunning, by the way. I don't think there's a man here who hasn't checked you out ."

I whispered back "that's the whole point comrade."

Gaz nodded in agreement, a sly smile on his lips. "Well, mission accomplished. You'll definitely have your pick of partners tonight." 

I smirked, feeling the confidence coursing through me. "That's the plan, Gazzy. Let the fun begin."

After 10 minutes gaz had left me to fend for myself as he made his way to the couch where a few of the others where sitting.

I kept myself at the bar for a little while when a guy stood next to me buying a drink he looked at my direction "would you also like a drink?"

I looked up from my phone and smiled at the guy next to me. His confidence and charming demeanor made him seem like a decent choice for a partner for the night.

"Why not? I'd love a drink," I replied, feeling a warm buzz of anticipation. As he ordered two drinks, I took a moment to study his features, finding myself appreciating his appearance.

He slid the drinks over to me and gestured for us to move to a nearby table. I followed his lead and we claimed a cozy spot near the edge of the dance floor. As the pulsating music filled the space around us, he leaned in to speak, his words barely audible over the rhythm.

"I don't think I've seen you around here before," he remarked, his eyes trailing over my figure admiringly.

I sipped my drink and told the man "I'm not from here actually I'm on a business trip."

His eyebrows arched in surprise, adding a captivating allure to his gaze. "A business trip, huh? That's quite intriguing," he replied, a hint of curiosity in his voice. "What kind of business has brought you here?"

I responded with a vague answer, keeping my true purpose under wraps. "Oh, just some meetings and negotiations," I said, my tone light. "It can be a bit tedious, but it's important for my work." 

He nodded, seemingly satisfied with my explanation, and his eyes roamed over my figure once more, a flicker of admiration evident in his gaze

Sensing his interest, I shifted slightly, making sure to accentuate my curves. I knew the way I moved caught his attention and it was just about time to make my move. 

I leaned in closer, my voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "So, you like what you see?" I purred, my eyes locked with his. 

The man's breath hitched slightly, a flicker of lust passing through his eyes as he composed himself and replied in a low, rough voice, "I wouldn't be a man if I didn't.."

I smiled and looked him in the eye. "Maybe we should grab another drink?"

He grinned, his eyes never leaving mine. "Sounds like a plan. Same as the last one, love?" he asked, already signaling the bartender.

"Ofcourse, that would be fine." I said

Roach stumbled towards me, two giggling girls hanging onto each arm. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his antics, but the girls looked completely mesmerized by his charismatic charm. Roach was having the time of his life, but I doubted he would remember much of it tomorrow.

"Oh roach.. it seems you got urself not 1 but 2 ladies for tonight, I hope you won't bring them home also I think ghost will feel very grumpy tomorrow."

Roach let out a hearty laugh and grinned, shrugging his shoulders. "What can I say? These ladies can't resist my irresistible charm," he said with a wink. "And don't worry about Ghost. He'll just have to deal with it.." 

The girls around Roach tittered with laughter, clearly finding his bravado charming and enjoyable.

I stood up "well ladies enjoy ur evening with this pest, I will now go to the dance floor" I waved them goodbye and when I stood somewhere in the middle I started swaying on the music

Roach's laughter followed me as I made my way to the dance floor. As soon as I found a spot, I let myself get lost in the music, moving my hips and arms in sync with the rhythm. The club lights flashed and pulsed, creating a dazzling display of colors that made the dance experience even more exciting. 

As I danced, I felt the eyes of the people around me, their gazes drawn to the way my body moved, the way my dress shimmied and spun.

Meanwhile back at the base with ghost and soap when they anticipated going to the club

Ghost and Soap remained vigilant, their attention focused on the surveillance screens in front of them. Ghost's gaze remained steady, never faltering as he monitored the various feeds. However, Soap couldn't help but feel a sense of restlessness, his eyes occasionally wandering to the clock on the wall. 

"How much longer?" Soap asked, his voice laced with impatience.

Ghost's gaze didn't waver from the screens as he replied, his voice steady and cool. "We stay until everything is clear, Soap. No need to rush. The club isn't going anywhere. Our priority is here."

Soap sighed, his impatience evident in the way he shifted in his seat. "I know, I know. But it's still just... a bit boring, y'know? Just sitting here, watching for something that might not even happen." 

Ghost finally glanced over at Soap, his expression stern. "We're not here to have fun, Soap. We're here to do our job, regardless of how boring it may get."

Soap shifted his attention from the screen towards Ghost. "Och, how everyone's enjoyin' their night, and Shym will surely bring someone home. But I cannae imagine anyone else doin' the same. We all ken Roach might manage it too," he exclaimed with a chuckle.

Ghost's brow furrowed at Soap's comment, a hint of irritation in his eyes. "We're not here to worry about who's bringing who home, Soap," he responded gruffly. "Our focus is on the mission, on gathering intel. Everything else is secondary." 

Soap shrugged nonchalantly, a teasing smile on his lips. "Ah, c'mon Ghost. Don't play the grumpy ol' soldier. You should loosen up a bit, maybe even find a pretty lady for yourself."

Soap stood op "c'mon what if we just go for an hour to the club? Nothing bad will happen we tied them down pretty good didn't we?"

Ghost's expression hardened, a mixture of annoyance and frustration in his eyes. "Tied them down good enough?" he echoed. "This isn't some game, Soap. Those shadows are dangerous and cunning. We can't afford any distractions, no matter how small." 

Despite Ghost's firm stance, Soap's enthusiasm was undeterred. He slapped Ghost's shoulder playfully. "Aw, Ghost. Lighten up. One hour won't break the rules, and I bet you need a bit of excitement too."

Ghost's eyes narrowed, the last thing he wanted was to be dragged along to a club by Soap, who was clearly in a reckless and carefree mood. He sighed, reluctantly giving in. 

"Fine," he huffed, his tone laced with irritation. "We'll go for an hour but not a minute more. Understood?"

Back in the club shym was with the man she was drinking with earlier having a blast on the dance floor where they were dancing she was pretty drunk and couldn't think straight until the weight on her back changed and felt someone or something else dancing with her

The weight on her back caught her off guard, and she suddenly felt disoriented. The music and lights continued to pulsate around her, but her focus was entirely on the unexpected presence.

Before she could fully process what was

happening, a voice, low and dark like a whispered promise, rumbled softly by her ear. 

"Leaving yourself vulnerable, love? Not too bright..." His breath was hot against her skin.

Shym's heart raced as she realized who it was. She'd recognize that voice anywhere even in the haze of inebriation. The familiar, rough yet seductive tone of Ghost's voice sent a shiver down her spine.  

She mustered up enough composure to muster a witty response. "Oh, Ghost," she replied, her words slurred slightly. "Finally realized I'm the only entertainment you need tonight?" 

Despite her attempt at nonchalance, her body reacted involuntarily, leaning back into him as they moved to the rhythm.

Ghost's laughter rumbled through his chest, a low, husky sound that sent tremors through her body.

He wrapped his arms around her from behind, firmly holding her in his embrace. 

"Quite the opposite, love," he murmured in her ear, his hot breath teasing her skin. "I came to make sure you don're do something that would be... regrettable." 

She could sense the tension in his words, a hint of possessiveness that made her heart race even faster.

My words where slurred and I couldn't think straight, the alcohol was really taking a toll on my mind "s-shouldn't... you be..watching uhh, the camera's in our basement? And why.. do I see Soap right there?" My head fell in his chest trying to find support

Ghost chuckled softly at her drunk stumbling, his grip on her firm and unyielding.

"The base is covered," he responded, his voice laced with a mix of amusement and a hint of something else she couldn't quite put her finger on. "And Soap is there to enjoy the night, just like us." 

He noticed the way her head lolled against his chest, her body seeking his support. He tightened his arms around her, drawing her even closer.

"You know lieutenant" she looked at his skull mask, it never came off and she didn't question it. "This isn't..like you?" I muttered

Ghost's grip tightened as she mentioned his usual demeanor. "Perhaps not, love," he responded, his voice carrying a hint of melancholy.

"But sometimes even soldiers need to take a break." 

His fingers grazed gently over her arms, a tender gesture in the midst of their dancing. He seemed distant yet close, lost in his own thoughts as they swayed to the music's rhythm.

"I need to find the person I was just dancing with... me and roach made a deal to take someone to the base tonight.." I walked towards the bar to find the person I was eyeing but instead took another drink.

Ghost's eyes followed her as she stumbled towards the bar, concern flickering in them. As she reached for another drink, he stepped in, gently taking the glass from her hand. "Perhaps it's time to cut back on the alcohol, love," he suggested, his voice low and tinged with worry.

"Then let me.. find the man I was just with." I looked around the room but i couldn't find him I sighed

"you know I made a pact with roach for the night, which I think the other guys are also following somehow to bring a hottie back to our base, and I will not leave before I got my gift wrapped and ready to unpack at home.."

Ghost's lips curled into a smirk beneath his skull mask, amusement flickering in his eyes. "Ah, the pact," he said, his voice tinged with teasing indulgence. "It seems like a grand mission, indeed. But I assure you, love, you have no need to worry." 

As she searched for her previous partner, Ghost discreetly took in the scene around them, his observant gaze sweeping the club.

Meanwhile, a familiar figure emerged from the crowd - Roach, stillaccompanied by two giggling ladies. He spotted Ghost and me together and approached with a mischievous grin. "Well, look who finally came out to play," Roach teased, his voice filled with mischief. 

Ghost nodded subtly in acknowledgment, his eyes dancing with a hint of amusement. "Seems like we're all indulging in some entertainment tonight," Ghost replied, gesturing towards the women on Roach's arms.

Roach nodded, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Yeah, got myself a couple of lovely ladies too. Can't complain." He turned his focus to me, a devious glint lighting up his gaze. "Ah, there you are, my special lady. Have you found your partner for tonight?"

I looked at the floor I felt like I was spinning "ghost scared him off so now he's the one I'm going for tonight.."

my eyes sparkled and looked at roach "as my last resort.." I grabbed his hand and told him and his girls to help me find someone, ghost as always looked irritated deep down he wanted to make sure he was going to be his last resort

Roach's mischievous grin widened, sensing the underlying tension between me and Ghost. He took my hand and squeezed it reassuringly. "Don't worry love, we'll find you a new handsome man for tonight," he assured, his voice full of determination. 

Ghost's eyes darkened, his fists clenching slightly. As Roach and I weaved our way through the crowd, he felt a mixture of frustration and an inexplicable possessiveness stirring within him.

As Roach chatted up potential candidates, I couldn't help but glance back over at Ghost. His eyes remained fixed on me, his jaw clenched just slightly. There was something more behind those eyes, an unmistakable flicker of jealousy that he tried so hard to mask.

And then I realized, deep down I wanted to make him jealous, deep down I felt something and I knew he did too but he could only be nothing more than my upper rank, someone I could only command to. It wasn't professional at all what we where doing

Roach, ever the observant one, noticed the shift in my demeanor as I glanced back at Ghost. He leaned in, a devious smirk on his face, and whispered, "Ah, I see how it is. You're enjoying this little game, aren't you? Trying to get a rise out of our Lieutenant?"

I chuckled, "it's time I will go outside for a smoke, when I come back I want a guy next to me, I am not losing this bet."

Roach nodded, his wicked grin widening. "Consider it done, darling. I'll make sure you have a tall, dark, and handsome specimen waiting for you when you return." As I stepped outside, Roach discreetly approached Ghost, a playful glint in his eyes.

Somehow being apart of the military made me stressed, and my only resort to become more calm was marijuana I don't do it as often as I did back in the days but right now I felt the urge. Somehow I still had one hidden in my bag and lit it up. That was a bad idea, the effects hit me almost instantly making me feel clouded, and not thinking straight anymore. I ran back inside to see roach. Everything felt disorted though, but I made sure no one noticed my shift in emotion.

Roach's eyes widened as I returned, a hazy grin replacing his earlier smirk. "Well well, someone looks like they're feeling a little... relaxed," he commented, his teasing laced with genuine interest. 

My eyes dilated ever so slightly, my muscles felt a bit looser, and my expression held a hint of giddiness. Roach noticed the change and couldn't resist the urge to egg me on.

I shut him down "quiet, I want to see the random specimen you brought me."

Roach chuckled softly, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Alright, love, your wish is my command." He led me through the throngs of people toward a secluded corner where a tall, dark- man stood in the dark, leaning against the wall.

Roach whispered in my ear, "A beautiful man, isn't he? I promised to deliver, and I never disappoint." His words were tinged with a hint of pride, and he waited for my reaction. 

I observed the mysterious man with a clouded, hazy mind. My eyes roamed over his form, taking in his tall stature and dark features. He was undoubtedly attractive, with a rugged edge that intrigued me in my altered state.

The thing I didn't know it was ghost.

Roach stepped back, a satisfied smirk on his lips as he gestured towards the mysterious man waiting in the dark corner. "There you go, love. A tall, dark, and handsome specimen, just as you requested." He watched me closely, curious to see how I would react. 

My eyes widened slightly,

and I licked my lips, feeling a heat rise within me as I took in his form. Something about the way he leaned against the wall, his dark features blending into the shadows, called to me, drawing me closer.

Despite my clouded mind, I managed to maintain some semblance of composure, but the alcohol and the drugs I did made me feel bold, almost reckless. Taking a deep breath, I approached him with a slow, seductive stride, my steps almost melodic.  

His eyes met mine from under the shadows, and for a split second, a flicker of recognition ignited within them.

[captain-mj]

Ghost goes off on a solo mission and comes back different, darker

(Monsterfucker pls and thank you)

THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE MONSTERS

Since you didn't specify any specific one, using a homebrew one I have called Alpies!!

Consensual. Knotting. Pheromone use. Overstimulation.

~~~~

Soap noticed it straight away. Ghost had come back from that mission and something felt... off. Not in the way he acted towards Johnny. It was still the fun banter. But it was how he moved.

Ghost was always rather graceful, even in gear. But now, he moved like smoke across water. The way cats move when hunting. He also acted differently around everyone else. It was only when he hadn't noticed Johnny yet, which were moments very far apart and Soap usually had to get lucky, that he'd stare at them like he was tearing them to shreds. Something there where previously, Ghost had only emptiness.

One time, Ghost flickered his eyes towards him in those moments. His pupils were too large, leaving the faintest ring of white. They slowly changed, back to normal.

Soap's heart was beating hard and he swore Ghost looked at his chest where it rest. Before slowly, Ghost looked back up at him and he blinked slowly.

Ghost didn't look away. Neither did Soap. Soon, someone else caught Soap's attention and he slowly dragged his gaze away to talk to him.

A weight appeared behind him. Definitely a weight, because no heat came off Ghost. Normally, he'd blame it on the tactical gear, but Ghost wasn't wearing any. If Soap leaned back, he'd be pressed right against his chest.

The recruit he was talking to, looked up and visibly paled. They started to stammer before running off, almost tripping over themselves. Soap quickly glanced around to see who else he could talk to and... when did the room empty?

"Johnny." Ghost spoke. It sounded like him. But Soap knew something was wrong. Felt it in his damn bones.

"Lieutenant." Soap's voice shook.

"We using titles now? You wound me." Ghost's voice rattled in his brain. It echoed unnaturally.

"Can I help you, sir?"

"You see anything odd lately?"

He was fucking baiting him. Soap's breath came quicker and that was more of an answer than anything he could've said.

"We're going to keep this between us, Johnny. Understood?"

"What happened to you out there?" Soap started to turn around but hands caught him, forcing him to stay facing away from Ghost. He noticed that the bulk pressed against him had started to shift, something brushed against his sides and touched his hair. Like Ghost had curled around him somehow, a snake before strangling a mouse.

Ghost laughed. Cold and sweet. Like decay. "Someone is going to come in soon. I don't want them to catch us. Come to my room tonight after the lights go out, yeah?"

"Or what?"

"Nothing. I would never force you to do anything you don't want to." Something about that tone was downright foreboding. "Never give you more than you can handle either. So come to my room."

"Yes, sir." Ghost pulled back and Soap quickly turned around. He was normal again. Long sleeved shirt and gloves. Joggers. Every inch of skin covered.

Someone came in and Soap shuddered.

Ghost never intimidated him before. Even now, Ghost himself didn't. But whatever was going on, it scared the hell out of him. Despite what he said, he considered ditching. He doubted Ghost would punish him for it and if he was being honest, he was pretty sure Ghost wouldn't even bring it up.

Soap took a shower and scrubbed himself clean. He replayed the events over and over. The eyes especially. His body... reacted. Heart palpitating, breath quickening, palms going clammy.

And he started getting hard.

Soap knew he was a freak. His porn history was something he'd definitely struggle explaining to Saint Peter at the heavenly gates.

"Yeah, I looked up werewolf pack rails red riding hood. MLM version. Yes I watched an absurd amount of tentacle porn. What of it?"

He had liked Ghost's masks. The way he gave off vibes of being inhuman even before whatever happened on this mission. It wasn't the only thing he found attractive about Ghost of course, but it was up there.

It was stupid, but maybe he did clean up a little extra. You know. In case something happened.

Ghost was going to make sure something happened.

Soap got dressed slowly and right as the lights went off in the base, the signal they should all go to bed, he went straight to Ghost's room. His heartbeat hadn't slowed at all.

Ghost let him in before he even knocked and dragged him in, shoving him inside.

"You'd keep a secret for me, right Johnny?" Ghost started to walk closer to him. Soap instinctively backed up. Fear, fresh and intensely cold, ran through his veins.

"Yes, sir."

"You'd be good for me, right?"

Johnny choked a bit this time. "Yes, sir." An instinct screamed at him. Told him to shove him away and run. It was the same one that told him to stand Ghost up.

The fact that this didn't flag his erection at all probably spoke a lot to how fucked up he was in the head.

"You want this." It wasn't a question, but somehow, despite the fact that he couldn't see Ghost's eyes at all, he could still tell he was staring directly at the growing bulge in his pants.

Soap nodded, not able to speak. Ghost pulled his gloves off.

Claws. It took a moment. The room only had one light and it had been covered with a sheet to keep it dim. But Ghost had claws. The skin darkening until it reached his nails that ended in tight points.

"Johnny. Undress for me, yeah?"

Soap had never followed an order so quickly in his damn life. The clothes ended up in a heap at his feet. Shivers wracked him, primal fear and lust and the nervousness of having that gaze on his naked body all mixing together.

"Like I told you, I would never give you anything you couldn't handle. I can hear your heartbeat right now. It's so fast. Are you scared?" Ghost unzipped his hoodie, not wearing anything underneath. His eyes never left Johnny's body.

"No." Johnny wouldn't admit to it. Ghost dropped his pants. No boxers either. Fuck he was big. The mask. "Take it off."

"No."

"Simon, please." Soap pleaded, feeling very self conscious all of sudden. "Seen ye before." Ghost took a step forward and Soap had to steel himself not to step further back.

Feathers. Soft ones along Ghost's arms and down his back. They curled like fresh down.

"Just worried you'll get scared." Ghost said softly. "Don't look too different. Don't worry." He slipped it off slowly. Tufts of what looked like feathers poked out from his hair, but that wasn't what drew his attention. His mouth opened slightly, dark lips opening to a darker mouth.

Teeth. Cat like, intensely sharp. Ghost grinned and Soap fought the urge to look away. Those dark eyes made his features look even more unnerving.

"Lay down, Soap. I want to see something, okay?"

Soap listened, laying Ghost's bed. It was bigger than the standard beds they got. Ghost must've pulled some strings to get it.

A kiss was planted on his inner thigh. Soap gasped, not even hearing Ghost move.

"What are you?"

"Don't know. Didn't ask the bastard that scratched me. Don't even know if that's what did it." He licked up his thigh, getting closer to his cock.

"Can't believe I am saying this, but please don't suck my dick."

Ghost laughed. Full, boisterous laughter. "Don't worry. Don't want to risk my teeth. I'm a little upset I won't be able to sink my teeth into you. Always wanted to bite you." Soap's cock twitched.

"Been wanting me a while, huh, LT?"

Ghost nuzzled his cock, making Soap tense. His tongue, long and so cold, licked over him before pushing it slowly down. And down.

"Ghost?" Soap whimpered. "What are you doing?"

Ghost shoved his tongue deep into him, not giving him a moment to think. It was far longer than it should've been and it eased further and further into him. His tongue was rough like his fucking gloves, the texture so deep inside his body doing funny things to Soap's brain.

Soap started to whimper, legs twitching, but Ghost's hands were like steel. He didn't move an inch, completely at his mercy. The pleasure rolled through him and Ghost's tongue writhed inside him. Soap felt like the air was punched out of him.

"Simon. Simon..." Soap couldn't think. He wasn't usually this worked up this quickly, but this was Ghost and this was completely new. The sensations made everything seem fuzzy around the edges.

Ghost suddenly made a displeased noise and yanked away from him. Soap bit his wrist to keep from screaming, clenching around the aching emptiness. He panted harshly, feeling raw from it.

Ghost yanked one of Soap's hands to his hole. "Finger yourself. Get yourself nice and open for me, yeah?" He grabbed the lube for him and Soap made quick work of it, trying to work himself open as quickly as possible.

"Don't hurt yourself, Johnny." Ghost looked all over his body, staring so deep into him. "God you're fucking gorgeous."

Soap flushed. "Can I touch you?"

"Careful with the feathers. And don't touch my face."

Soap nodded immediately and ran the hand not furiously fingering himself over Ghost's body. He reached up, running his hands through his hair. Ghost purred as the tufts poked back up, twisting like an owl.

Soap decided he had enough. He wanted Ghost now.

"Alright, done."

"You sure?" Ghost was already lining up, moving Soap's body how he wanted. Soap liked his men bigger than him, but he had never been so easily handled. It was like he weighed nothing to him.

Ghost shoved into him, splitting him open. The stretch was borderline unbearable and Soap's head fell back. It didn't stop until Ghost had bottomed out and fuck, Soap had never been with someone quite this big.

Ghost went to move and Soap grabbed him, shaking his head. "Need just a moment." Soap closed his eyes and tried to catch his breath.

"You alright?"

"Yeah. You're just... a lot." Soap ran his hands down Ghost's back, feeling the soft feathers. Ghost shivered at the touch and keened, accidentally exposing his neck to Soap's mouth. "Were you this size before?"

"Yes."

"Fucking hell." Soap rolled his hips and groaned. Ghost shoved him down by his shoulder and adjusted their positions. He started insistently rolling his hips, not giving Soap a break.

Soap took deep breaths and held on tight to the blankets above him. The feeling was necessarily painful now, just intense. It felt like all of his senses were on overdrive and it was hitting him now that Ghost was probably the cause. Purposely or not, every brush of their skin was such an intense feeling. Was it the instincts? The fight or flight that did that? Or the fact that he was inhuman? A pheromone that made him sensitive?

Whatever it was, Soap felt like just this was driving him insane and he could feel Ghost starting to speed up, pulling out just a little before pushing back in instead of just rolling his hips.

This was going to wreck him.

God, he hoped it did.

"You're good to move more." Soap said softly and Ghost pulled out to the last inch before slamming into him. Pleasure ripped through him, so intense it hurt and he already felt addicted to it. He tugged gently at the feathers and it spurred Ghost on, picking his hips up on the bed to more easily fuck into him.

Soap's back arched and his nails dragged down Ghost's chest, wanting to mark him however he could.

"Been wanting this since I got back. Everyone else, I imagine their blood in my teeth, but you?" Ghost slammed into his sweet spot and Soap's eyes rolled back. "Been wanting you like this. Wanting to take advantage of you. Knew you'd let me do some experimenting."

Soap didn't have the brain capacity at the moment to consider what he could possibly mean by that. He just knew that he didn't want Ghost to stop. Ghost was merciless, hitting the spot over and over again and he was holding onto him so tightly. Hopefully his skin would bruise.

He could feel himself getting closer to his peak and he wrapped his legs around Ghost.

"Simon, Simon, please." Soap felt weak. He'd beg though. Wasn't above it.

"What do you need?" Ghost sounded completely unaffected, looking down at him like they were sparring and he had just won. Cold fucking bastard.

Soap closed his eyes and came all over himself, wincing. Overstimulation started fast but he couldn't find it in himself to ask him to stop. It felt so good and he just now noticed he was crying from it.

Ghost gently brushed his tears away, those vicious claws so close to his face.

"Johnny, you trust me, yeah?"

"Yes." Soap answered without hesitation.

Ghost buried himself deep in Soap's body, kissing him gently. Soap was muffled, but still definitely moaning as Ghost knotted him. He scratched at Ghost's shoulders desperately, eventually going limp at the feeling. He came inside Soap when he was done, sighing softly.

"Ah. It doesn't hurt with a partner. Just as I was expecting." Ghost looked down at Soap who he couldn't tell if this was heaven or hell yet. "You okay?"

Soap let out a choked moan, body clenching around the thick knot currently right inside his hole. Ghost purred. Like a fucking cat.

"Calm down, darling. Like I said, won't give you more than you could handle." Ghost was careful not to move, a little worried about Soap. "You just relax as long as you need. Plan on keeping you here all night anyway. Need to make up for this, yeah?"

Soap whimpered and slowly tilted his head back, gently pulling Ghost down. Ghost made several hickeys, but he made sure to keep them where they could be covered.

"Good boy, yeah?" Soap whimpered harder.

[satcrnslovesbakugo]

you don’t go to parties

eren jaeger x reader

inspired by: you don't go to parties by 5 seconds of summer

word count: 1.3k

it had been two months since the last time eren had seen you at a party, two months since he did the stupidest thing in the world. 

his hand tightened around the red plastic cup in it as that night played over in his mind, the blonde meant nothing to him and yet he didn’t mind slipping her into his bedroom. if he had one wish in the world, it would’ve been to erase that night. 

the music vibrated all around him and the flashing lights were starting to give him a headache, the amount of beer in his system definitely didn’t help either. i need some air, he thought to himself as he made his way towards the door that would lead him out to the balcony. there was no one out there, thankfully. he pulled out his phone, his finger hovering over your text messages. 

eren: when you getting here ?

you: i’m not coming tonight. have fun. 

two months ago. there had been many parties since then and you hadn’t come to a single one. mikasa said you just needed some space, but hadn’t eren already given you enough? you occupied every thought in his brain, he wanted to occupy your mind too. he apoligized profusely when you saw him leave the bedroom with the blonde girl on his arm, but the damage was already done. 

“you had told y/n only nights before that you liked her, eren, of course what you did hurt her,” mikasa had tried to explain to him the next morning as eren pouted into his cereal. 

“i told her i was sorry!” eren yelled, his frustration had been building all night and it needed an outlet for escape. 

“that’s doesn’t cut it, eren. you really hurt her,” mikasa’s tone never wavered, she remained stern, walking away as eren continued to try and explain the situation. 

and now, two months later he’s left alone at his own party. 

i miss you, his fingers type out and quickly erase. 

maybe one day he would get the courage to send it, maybe one day you could heal this rift between you, maybe one day you would come back to him and you would need him again, but for now, here he was alone. 

“eren!” connie opened the door and stumbled onto the balcony, “we need you, man! beer pong!” he yelled, which didn’t help the headache eren was sporting. 

“all right man, let’s do it,” eren turned off his phone and pocketed it, hoping that maybe even more beer would help him get his mind off of you. 

“eren!” he jolted awake at the sound of mikasa’s voice. his head was pounding and the sunlight filling the room only irritated his eyes further. 

“what?” he said groggily, it took him a few seconds to realize that he was in the living room, i must have passed out on the couch he thought to himself and struggled to sit up. 

“can you help clean up, please?” he then noticed the trash bag in mikasa’s hand and the look she was giving him was enough to make him kick himself into gear, getting up and grabbing some of the empty beer bottles by the couch, beer bottles that were definitely his doing. once his mind had woken up enough to focus on others, he noticed that mikasa was dressed up. 

“where are you going?” eren asked her. 

“meeting y/n for lunch,” she didn’t even spare a glance at the brunette, she just kept putting the bottles in the trash bag. eren’s heart jolted at the ention of your name. 

“mikasa will you please try to talk to her,” eren began to plead, desperation soaking into every word. 

“eren, please stop asking me that,” mikasa finally stopped cleaning and glared at him. “i’m tired of cleaning up your messes.” 

“this is the last time, i promise,” he resisted the urge to grab her by her shoulders and shake her in an effort of understanding. 

“eren. stop.” 

he just groaned in response, abandoning his job to sit back on the couch and sulk. 

“i’m not the one told a girl he liked her and then immediately stabbed her in the back.” and with that, mikasa left the room. 

realizing that mikasa was a dead end, eren decided it was time to put his own mind to work. maybe he could get you flowers, maybe a card. a handwritten card, he added. that was sure to win you over. the longer he thought about it, the more sure he was that he would need to put real effort into winning you over, which for eren was very different from what he was used to. 

he started with a list of questions mikasa could ask: what’s your favorite flower? do you like chocolates? jean, connie, and armin were baffled by the amount of effort eren was putting into this, they had never seen eren put this much effort into anything. but to eren, a girl that made him feel the way you did was worth the effort.

for eren’s whole life he had been known as the boy with the short temper, always ready to explode. another thing that was certain was that mikasa would probably be right behind to clean up the messes that eren had made. 

he knew that his friends loved him, especially armin and mikasa, but he also knew that while they loved him they also looked at him as a nuisance sometimes. but you never looked at him that way. 

you hung onto his every word, laughing at his jokes and strangely enough he found himself giving that same attention and focus right back to you. he was also somehow calmer around you, the anger subsiding when he felt you beside him. he wanted you to be by his side as long as he could keep you there. 

there was a party tonight, but eren isn’t going. jean almost dropped his cup when eren walked out the door with roses in his hand, leaving the drinks and the girls behind. he rehearsed what he was going to say the entire time he walked to your apartment, the many apologies ready to fall from his lips. 

when he got there he was practically shaking, terrified that somehow he was going to mess this up. he knocked and waited, and finally you showed up. you stood in front of him, as gorgeous as ever, in an oversized t-shirt. eren’s heart dropped when he realized you weren’t wearing any pants. had you just gotten out of bed? “eren?” your eyes were wide, shock etched into your features. 

“i just wanted to-” 

“eren, now is not a good time,” you cut him off, looking over your shoulder at the sound of a door opening. 

“y/n, something wrong?” eren thought he could feel his heart ripping apart when reiner walked out of your bedroom without a shirt (which eren presumed was how you got the one you were wearing). 

“no, i’ll be back in a second,” you said to the blonde man as he walked into the kitchen, opening the fridge, obviously waiting for eren to leave. “eren, can we do this later?” 

“yeah,” he was speechless, blinking back the stinging feeling in his eyes. “bye, y/n.” he didn’t even give you time to respond, he was down the hall in a second. 

he couldn’t decide if he wanted to scream or throw something at the wall. he couldn’t blame you for this, he was the one who utterly fucked up in the first place so you went somewhere else. he had finally decided to give someone his heart and then he fucked it up.

it was fine though, he told himself. he would throw the flowers away, rip up the card, and go back to the party. he would drown out the thought of you with a drink and then find someone else to keep him warm, he would just have to pretend the face they wore was yours.

[peapodsplace]

If I was more of a writer I'd write a story about that sort of kids trope of being transported somewhere/being thrust into a new world where it's big and scary or overwhelming or just plane different and eventually they make a big family-like unit of a bunch of different characters from all different backgrounds but it's geared towards teens and up.

You know the trope I'm talking about? What Coraline did a twist on. I can't really remember any specific things that use it aside from undertale but it's a trope I always loved but it never really felt quite satisfying; the story usually revolving around the drama or main focus of the plot rather than nice, warm togetherness bits. You can only do so much in a kids movie or short book.

But imagine a story where the main character (which you can totally project onto) gets pushed into a more magical, whimsical world that just feels very daunting, but also a bit familiar and welcoming at the same time. It's their duty to resolve this Big Main Plot that's going on, they're having to be really independent, they're doing well but things just keep happening that kind of weighs them down a bit. But they keep making connections, meeting people, doing favours and what not and while these people can't really directly help with the Main Quest thing, they still support the MC in little ways or distract them with their goofiness. A lot of times this trope is used most of the characters seem quite oblivious and some times even frustratingly tone deaf, sort of like Alice in Wonderland which adds the the otherworldliness but I think a more grounded approach in that aspect would be more comforting. But the series wouldn't end once the MC goes back to their normal daily life, they stay connected to all their friends and maybe stay over a lot :)

If the MC regresses or not, the characters would treat them with tenderness and cherish them. Always doing something that feels light and fun or heart-warming. Writing postcards that seem a bit pleasantly strange when they're at home, sliding down wood banisters, putting on puppet shows, ect. ect. Is anyone picking up what I'm putting down

[talesfromsiteredacted]

Little Things

Hiya kids... Uncle Alto here. I might have "borrowed" Rabbit's account after she failed to log out while getting lunch. So... while she's still off getting our beef stroganoff, let me tell you a little more about Site Command's unofficial favorite intern.

First off, Rabbit is the first to just jump in to try and help. Very good in a person, but... somehow it never really seems to occur to her to not help out.

She's scarily observant. She knows who's not doing well with hardly any interaction. Hell, sometimes she manages to predict who's about to breach before I do, and resolved the issue before it gets out of hand. Dr. Glass swears 914 gave her clairvoyance.

She may be sweet in person and on the phone, but in the COD lobby, don't mess with her. She's lethal with a RAAL in game.

She always smells great, like my favorite branch of Federal losers... ATF. Alcohol (whiskey), tobacco absolute, and firearms (hint of gunpowder). Gotta find out what perfume she wears, I dig it.

She can cook. Kinda wish I declared war on soup before now that she's bringing lunch in.

She's good at artsy stuff. It's cool to see some of the things she makes. Dr. Light loves the bracelet Rabbit made her for her birthday. She keeps threatening to make me a lei to go with my Polynesian shirts... Rabbit, if you're wondering, red is my color according to 173.

She's the first intern I've seen to make Dr. Iceberg afraid of her. Julian isn't scared of shit, really... but on the rare chance Rabbit blows her stack, he runs and hides in his office. Thankfully, Rabbit is usually chill.

She's adorable when she blushes. Which happens whenever she's complimented. Dr. Gears told her she made great coffee (she does, fyi) and she turned the cutest shade of pink.

She wears these cute little green dresses, which normally no female who had to fight would pick. Nothing too risqué, maybe the skirts are a bit shorter or with a slit on the sides. Yet, she's never had issues with fights, not even in heels. Abel's even impressed she can flip kick in 4 inch chunky heel ankle boots. And they hurt. I got one to the chest last Friday during the Soup Incident, and I'm still bruised a week later. Cute, but kicks like a ballet-trained mule.

She hasn't been back to West Virginia in years, but still has the accent. It comes out stronger if she's tired or getting sick of crap. The trigger warning for her getting really angry? "Bless your heart" or some variant, followed by brutal honesty. Rabbit angry is still polite, but maliciously so. And, so long as she's not mad at me, I'm here for it. While others raise their voices in anger, she tends to get icily quiet. I've only heard her yell once, and it was at Abel. He was so shocked he dropped his sword. Yeah... Yelling Rabbit is Peak Scary Rabbit. Rarely happens, though.

She loves dark chocolate. I think it tastes like dirt, but she enjoys it.

She's very practical for someone claiming to be a witch. Not militant witch, nor airy-fairy, but very grounded. Like, before saging the office for evil spirits, check the carbon monoxide detectors first stuff. But will holy water the hells out of a fool if needed. Fun fact, even for non-demons, a super soaker full of holy water will at least slow someone down a bit, if not just confuse them.

She's not flirting, she's just nice. Catches people off guard, but some guys just take it the wrong way.

When she's had enough of my crap, she'll tease me relentlessly. Favorite insult of hers towards me? "Bless your heart, Dr. Clef, but, you ain't evil. You're just a surf hobo with access to shotguns. Tone it down."

For a Dungeons and Dragons game, she once created the most evil minions I've seen in game. Forget what she called them, but they were basically what would happen if a casowary horde caught the G-Virus in Resident Evil, but with a hive mind. Meaning... see one, get killed by many while the rest beeline to you and your crew's asses. Rather face an entire factory of Nemesis and Mr X than see those demented nightmares ever again. I took the first chance to lay low after my poor rogue barely survived... which led to a one night subplot, "Phineas The Unseen Attempts to Evade the Overly Serious Sisters of Sigyn and Dodge the Bills". Fun times, but I got out of it.

She's actually funny. She can be mean, but it's with an intent of improvement. Some of her jokes are a bit odd, especially the dad jokes. An example; Dr Gears- "I'm serious-" Rabbit- "Hi, Serious, I'm Rabbit." I did see ol COGswell crack the tiniest hint of a grin while shaking his head.

She's seen the weirdest shit in creation, yet hasn't stopped marveling at little things. The first snowfall is still magic to her. She likes the sounds of thunderstorms, stuff like that. It's honestly one of the things that surprised me most.

She keeps a secret stash of candy for surprise incentives for junior researchers. Those that do good work will often find proposals returned with a candy bar enclosed. Really clever and well drafted ones get the better options.

I've only known her personally over a year or so, but... it's easier to tell her some of the terrible stuff happening than even Glass. She never really judges, just listens and tries to come up with solutions. Plus, sometimes she brings in goodies.

Her laugh. I swear by 343, if anyone really gets her laughing it's more infectious than a zombie virus. There was a three way Joke-Off in the site cafeteria between myself, Bright, and Agent Maine, by the end of round two none of us could tell any more jokes we were all laughing so hard. Her laugh is loud, but like a good pitch.

I may have a tiny crush on my intern. This... may be trouble. But then, I am a Clef, it's only natural I find trouble, heh.

[darkmaga-retard]

In this episode, we kick things off with some light-hearted banter, diving into the absurdities of modern life. We talk about Alex Jones hosting a home renovation show, and we can’t help but laugh at the wild scenario of him ranting about global conspiracies while flipping houses. There's also a hilarious discussion about how coffee affects your morning routine, and we go deep into whether an Apple Watch can really track bowel movements—it’s as absurd as it sounds! The humor is offbeat and fun, setting the tone for the rest of the show.

Then, we move on to the crazier side of current events. We discuss the ridiculous foods being served at NFL stadiums—think deep-fried monstrosities and dishes no one really needs to eat. From a sandwich the size of your head to burgers stacked with every meat possible, it's clear that NFL games are as much about the food spectacle as the sport. After that, we tell a strange story about a woman who cremated the wrong cat, only to have her supposedly dead pet stroll back home a few days later. It’s a mix of surreal and comedic moments that bring levity to the episode.

Toward the end, we shift gears to a more political tone. We break down the news of Dick Cheney allegedly backing Kamala Harris, which sparks a bigger conversation about how bizarre the political landscape has become. We explore media manipulation, the strange alliances between neocons and progressives, and how all of this might play out in the upcoming elections. We also touch on conspiracy theories, blending humor and critique as we unravel the strange state of politics today. Overall, this episode takes you on a journey from weird NFL foods and a resurrected cat to the absurdities of global politics—because, let’s face it, everything is a little crazy these days!

NSA document reveals Russians had microwave weapon suspected in attacks https://archive.ph/tXSGC

New A24 documentary to explore the world of New York psychics https://www.unexplained-mysteries.com/news/380596/new-a24-documentary-to-explore-the-world-of-new-york-psychics

Proof: Bill Bengston | SSE Presidential Address https://youtu.be/j2FwcDPV02Q?si=ySaKZbn5SP_FvIow&t=969

[mr-divabetic]

"I always want to associate myself with any piece of music that feels good and sounds good. And a good song can come from anywhere," says Randy Crawford.

Randy Crawford is an exceptional artist with a remarkable ability to connect with her audience through her soulful and emotional performances. Her pure, warm tone and emotional vibrato can transform any piece of music she selects, creating mesmerizing light and breezy jazz and funk arrangements.

Born in Macon, GA, she started singing in Ohio nightclubs at 15. "Everyone was encouraging me to sing," Randy Crawford told the BBC. Her collaboration on "Street Life" offered her a chance to join the Crusaders for a tour that gained her international recognition, and she remained more popular overseas than in America. "Street Life was a musical challenge to learn," Randy Crawford told the BBC. "But it's still a fun song because people related to it. It gets everybody up and happy."

Her consequent albums were geared toward a more smooth jazz audience and played well overseas. She wrote the love about two political refugees from Eritrea, entitled "Almaz." Randy Crawford witnessed an older man's love and commitment to a younger woman. In the season of love, no song touches the heartstrings quite like Randy Crawford's 'Almaz' wrote Justice B. Hill for Cleveland.com. "The song speaks of love surviving," she said when discussing the song. Since then, Randy Crawford has released over 15 albums and had several international multi-platinum hits. And if she still goes relatively unrecognized in her native land, she has become one of the world's most successful popular singers. "I hope I will always sing. I don't want to do anything else."

Randy Crawford's music can transform any music she selects, creating light and breezy jazz and funk arrangements that are mesmerizing. She has won numerous awards and accolades, including being named the 'Most Outstanding Performer' at the 1980 Tokyo Music Festival. With over 15 albums and several international multi-platinum hits, Randy Crawford has become one of the world's most successful popular singers. She is truly a remarkable artist, and her music will continue to inspire and touch the hearts of listeners for years to come.

[lesbiancouplescounseling]

When It Comes To Valentine’s Day, Lesbians Do It Better

If you want to know what to do for your wife, girlfriend, female partner on the day dedicated to LOVE, ask a lesbian.

Valentine’s Day can be polarizing: either people are totally into it or they roll their eyes at the mere thought of it. The over-marketed Holiday of Love usually smacks of stale heteronormative traditions, ideas, and prescribed behavior which can be intimidating for young LGBTQ couples who want to celebrate their partnerships loud and proud but do so in a manner that is unique to them and their relationship. Enter, lesbians. Lesbians are known for having overwhelming emotions and displaying them at any given moment. And when it comes to showing their partner how much they love them there’s no holding back such a display. But how they do it is what sets them apart especially when it comes to a holiday typically geared towards heterosexual couples. So, how do they do it? Two words: Connection and communication.

Dr. Lynda Spann, founder, and Chief Therapist at the Lesbian Couples Institute has a history of guiding couples on a journey back to love and has helped them take their relationships from stale and disconnected to joyful and thriving. For over twenty years, Dr. Spann has helped nearly 600 couples reconnect and find the joy and passion that was missing from their relationship. Having helped different sex (or straight couples) as well as couples in the LGBTQ community, she has noticed a common thread: connection and communication were the two topics these couples had the most difficulty with. The difference she saw though, was that LGBTQ couples had a much easier time opening up and doing the work to improve these things. Dr. Spann attributes this to the fact that the LGBTQ community, having been discriminated against and often unaccepted by family and friends, sees their romantic relationships as an opportunity to experience unconditional love with another person and finally feel seen and accepted. So, what can straight couples learn from their LGBTQ counterparts?

Dr. Spann provides a list of ideas straight from the “Lesbian Handbook” that encourages couples to think outside the heart-shaped box of chocolates and craft an experience that will infuse their relationship with laughter, affection, joy, creative energy, and pleasure. She bemusedly refers to this February 14th as a “red hot chance for reconnection.”

Here are her five Valentine’s Day ideas to spark creativity and romance:

PLAY MASSEUSE:

Give each other full-body massages. Maybe even with happy endings! Go all out and get some good massage oil. Heat up some river rocks in a roasting pan to put on your partner’s back, light a few candles, and play instrumental background music to set the tone. Make it extra sweet and trace cute messages on your loved one’s back and have them guess what you wrote. This is a great way to deepen your connection beyond just the physical.

CAMP-OUT IN YOUR LIVING ROOM:

One of the things lesbians are known for is creating intimacy in everyday moments. You don’t have to set up an elaborate (or expensive) display to woo your sweetheart. Build a cozy fort in front of your fireplace. Stuff it with yoga mats, pillows, a book of poetry, and a lantern. String up some lights from your box of holiday decorations to add to the mood. Make some hot cocoa (with or without Baileys) to sip and make smores in the fireplace. Tell campfire stories, sing songs from your past, and read poems to each other. Giggle and cuddle in your cozy, comfy fort.

DO A SELFIE COUPLES SHOOT:

Lesbians are the Queens of selfies but it’s not because they’re vain. They love showing off their partner! It feels good knowing your partner wants photos of you that they can look at any time to remind them of how amazing you are. Take a ridiculous amount of couple selfies. Let yourself pose in ways that are silly, sexy, sultry, sophisticated, and spastic. Gather interesting props, outfits, or none. Just have fun. Make an agreement ahead of time about who will get to see these pics. And how you’ll decide to share them on social media.

CREATE A WINE AND CHEESE PAIRING CLASS FOR TWO

Gather several kinds of cheese, making sure that a few are new to you. Take it a step further by writing down how each cheese represents an aspect of love. For example, Parmesan to withstand the rigors of life. Brie could be associated with the feeling of being in love because it melts all over when warmed. Add a description of how your partner matches each sentiment. Include a variety of wine to sip with the cheese. (Extra points if you remember her favorites.) Create a rating sheet with each cheese. Write out the flavors you taste in the cheese and wine. Rate each on a scale of 1 to 10. And pick your favorite pairing.

COOK A FANCY DINNER TOGETHER

Alone in the house and feeling really brave? Cook with nothing but your aprons on. With or without clothes, treat yourself to whatever culinary finery that you’ve been craving. Anything you cook at home will be less expensive than dinner out. Find a recipe or two in your favorite cookbook or online. Crank up your favorite playlist, sip a cocktail or mocktail, feed your partner tastes as you go, dance a little while the meal finishes cooking. Set a beautiful table with linens if you like, a flower vase, and candles. Dim the lights, sit across from each other so you can gaze into each other’s eyes, chatter like you’re on your 4th date, play a fun questions game, and enjoy your delicious dinner. Most importantly, use this time to truly be present and connected with your partner. No phones, no discussion about work or bills, and all the things in everyday life that make you stressed. Set those thoughts aside and focus on each other.

According to Dr. Spann, “no matter what your opinion of Valentine’s Day is, this holiday is a platinum opportunity for couples to be completely unapologetic in how they show each other how special they are to one another.” It is her hope that this year we are able to show the ones we love how we truly feel and allow ourselves to remember why we fell in love and rekindle the spark all over again.

If you need more help, call me for an appointment.

[ddonovanrp]

• 1:46pm The Corner Tavern-RP [OPEN PARA]

"All I'm sayin is there's nothing wrong with checking it out. It isn't all the way illegal." Rhys tried hard to convince me and Darius that his investing in a strip club was a fantastic money making idea. "And just think, the brothers would get in for free--okay discount-- so you two would be able to get all night access to the hottest ladies in South Carolina!" Rhys said, his hands up doing his best seller's pitch 'imagine this' thought bubble.

I glanced in his direction, the 'your dumb' look clearly plastered across my face and kept walking towards the bar. Coby would be working the afternoon shift, an agreement we'd all come to in exchange for the club keeping her safe, healthy and out of the laws reach. "Hey Fellas." she greeted, her usual chipper voice making me smile. She had been in our group for as long as I could remember; absolutely one of the guys. She already knew what we'd be wanting, our routine almost shameful, and pulled out 3 frosted beer bottles. After she'd popped the caps she sat them on the bar for us and I took mine. "Hey Kobe. Thanks." a nickname I sometimes used to irritate my adopted-in little sister. "What are you guys doing tonight?" She asked me, clearly ignoring the endearment.

"--" I opened my mouth to answer when Rhys cut me off to reply "Getting as shit faced as possible. So keep 'em comin cutie." he said with a wink, the last part of his sentence his voice dropped an octave, playfully hitting on our bartender. I shook my head and shoved at his shoulder, kicking his brain into gear and accelerating his feet forward, leading us deeper into the bar. "I don't know why you like fucking with her Rhys, you know one day Cameron is going to chap that ass a good one." Darius said to our friend, a light hearted warning in his tone. "She wants me. She just doesn't know it." Rhys replied and I rolled my eyes again, not even trying to hide behind the bottle that was to my lips.

I took a long drink from the cold beer and slid into the booth against the back wall, our usual spot. It wasn't that we'd laid claims to this particular spot or anything, it just happened to work out that way 9 out of 10 times. "so in reality it's yooh that wants this strip club so yooh can play with the ladies, it ain't about the club making money.." I pointed out as I pushed the pack of cigarettes from my shirt pocket and struck a match against the table's edge, a smile tilting my lips at my idiot best friend. "Ah. VP…" Rhys said, his hand sprawled above his heart. "..that hurts. You know I'd do us right." he tried one last time to convince us before I shook my head.

"You're an idiot. And there's no way Styx would trust you with an entire business. Let alone, around a bunch of half naked women. Your whole head would implode and then who would tell Ms. Dixie her ' sweet dear boy' died in a whore house?" I laughed, making fun of the little old lady's obsessive love for Rhys (and his cheeks) and the night continued... _______________________________________ ->9.7.2021 -> #TheCornerTavernRP #Damian #TristanRhys #Darius #Coby

[potcpoi]

Discuss the woobification of the POI characters, in particular Root. Go.

L O L. Well ain’t this gonna be fun! Merciless dragging of every single character and their fractions of fandom under the cut guys, so skip over this if yer sensitive to being called sensitive!

Lionel Fusco: Ah let’s take a trip back to the good ol days of s1 when we had this dirty cop called Lionel Fusco who tried to kill Reese twice in the space of 4 eps and all people could talk about was how harsh John was being on him. Like sure John was a dick to Fusco, but have you maybe considered that Fusco hadn’t done anything to warrant not-dickish treatment at that point? 

The thing that always tickles me about this is that even the CBS executives fell under this all-powerful Fusco woobification spell and sent a note to the POI writers asking them to ease up on Fusco because he was a likable sweetheart who did not deserve all of this omg! This is a woobification that spans both fandom and the CBS overlords so we’ll rate this in the mid range on the woobification scale because oooh boy is there more to come.

Joss Carter: This is where we take a deep nosedive into fandom racism. Carter had a lot of vitriol flung against her in the earlier seasons and as a result most of her fans spent a lot of their energy defending her every action. What emerged was an idealized version of Carter who was perfect and flawless and never made any mistakes ever. You could call this a form of woobification but I tend to see it more as idolization so woobification level – low. (in fact I’m pretty sure that if they had pushed a more morally grey Carter, she would’ve faced immediate backlash so it’s like the opposite of woobification really)

John Reese: Where do we start? There are those who claim that John Reese has never really killed anyone (I guess he half killed someone? who knows). There are those who insist that Kara did all the murder stuff while they were working at the CIA (and then Prisoner’s Dilemma aired and I had the last laugh). But even after that, there are those who believe that he was simply brainwashed by Kara. But what’s that you say? He has killed in real time while working for Harold too? Pssshhhh he’s obvs brainwashed into doing whatever Harold wants now! Das right, John is obviously immensely susceptible to brainwashing to the point where we should be glad that he was not the Mayhem Twin captured by SAM eh? 

Not to mention all of those times when John just so clearly wanted to get away, and Harold who is DA MOST EVILIST refused to let this poor soul go and made him keep working the numbers aka 4C. And of course Harold is responsible for John and TM making a deal which led to John dying on that rooftop like c’mon Harold do something goddammit! Can you at least lock that man in a vault or something god what’s wrong with you?? Also John is very hurt by Root’s nicknames because he obvs cares so much about what she thinks of him. 

Basically he is an innocent pure unicorn soul who is incapable of making a single decision, has no agency whatsoever, and spends 89% of his time brainwashed. (And if I were in the mood for some really deep fandom meta, I’d expand on how there is a frankly frightening correlation between people seeing Reese as the subbiest sub and their general insistence on not letting him take responsibility for his actions.) So…. woobification level – immense, amusing and expected. 

Sameen Shaw: Another case of so much fandom vitriol being flung at her when she was first introduced that her fans immediately started pushing her in the extreme opposite direction. There have been a few minor instances of some sort of woobification (exhibit A: Shaw torturing the dude in Synecdoche was not a measured response to anything, that was done because she was hurting and angry and that was how she knew she could express it, let her be upset dear god!, exhibit B: Shaw did not care about the irrelevant numbers when she first joined the team no matter how hard you try to rewrite POI history, exhibit C: Shaw is an adrenalin junkie and fandom seems to have forgotten the fact that she will get into trouble just because she’s bored), but by and large she has managed to escape the worst of it. Woobification Level: Low. 

Root: Did you know that when she kidnapped Harold (the first time), she did so because she just wanted to save humanity?? Did you know that this was in fact her main motive for going after TM in the first place? People seem to entirely forget that Root doesn’t support TM because she gives a shit about whether it’s doing the right thing or not. She supports TM because TM is TM and she is Root, and Root supports TM. End of. 

We can’t forget that she feels regret for every single person she has ever killed and just wants everyone in the world to be happy now. She never really killed for money anyway, it was all so that she could donate her criminal money to various foundations for kids and stuff because obvs Root has a special fondness for screaming crying infants who are completely useless to her in every conceivable way. On a related note, people can’t seem to grasp that Root is 136% more likely to murder whoever it is you want her to have Sunday tea with because she. doesn’t. like. people. The number of people she likes can be counted on one hand, at least two of them are only mostly there because they’re important to the people who are important to Root, and she has no compunctions about hurting anyone if it means keeping her chosen few safe. 

And then there are those who can’t fathom (like WOAH the shock?!) that Harold would not immediately trust Root in s3 I mean what possible reason could he have to be wary of her anyway? It’s not like she killed multiple people, thought herself above all of humanity, and wanted to go after his creation because she thought it would fix all of humankind. We also can’t forget that Root is being taken advantage of by Harold throughout POI because he doesn’t pay her like?? I must’ve missed the episode of POI where he hired her as an employee in the first place (surprisingly enough, I did not miss the many episodes of POI where Root calls TM, and not Harold, her boss). Oh and Root was really hurt in Prophets when she smiled at Harold and he, you know, empathized with her not being in contact with TM instead of smiling back at her. Not to mention the pages and pages everyone wrote on how Harold needed to do something already in s4 while mysteriously forgetting that the one viable offensive plan against SAM he came up with was ruined by Root because she couldn’t bear to lose him. Basically all of Root&Harold’s interactions can be boiled down to – Harold is DA WORST for ever questioning Root like honestly how dare he, it’s not like he has a valid POV after all, he clearly just wants to make Root’s life as miserable as he possibly can, poor Root uwu. 

On the Shaw side of things, there were several posts about how Shaw was being unspeakably cruel by not immediately declaring how much she loved Root from the moment they first met in Relevance like goddammit Shaw can’t you see how much yer hurting Root?! 

Extreme fandom’s view of this incredibly complicated character can basically be distilled down to – awwww look at this perfect pure dork in a bear costume! Root’s woobification level is amusingly predictable after ep 100 – let’s hear it for Root gaining a high rating on this esteemed scale!

Harold Finch: And this is when my blood pressure shoots right up because ooooh boy have I seen some shit. In general there was a complete lack of even trying to acknowledge that Harold had ever done anything wrong like you know all those flashbacks which directly led to Nathan’s death and Harold saying that it was all for the greater good? Well yeah that was somehow not his fault but was brought about by a truly stunning collaboration between Nathan, TM, Control and Harold’s left shoe probably (needless to say, he was not in charge of this particular shoe at the time because that would mean he would have to take some responsibility for the events that occurred and GASP!!! WE CAN’T HAVE THAT OMG). 

And then there’s this truly baffling tendency to just… think he’s an actual legit child who needs to be coddled at all times? I assume this is because he can’t physically hurt someone (because obvs throwing a punch is how we show we’re capable around here, it’s not enough to have three assassins, an AI, a mob boss, and a killer dog at your service). But yeah Harold is apparently just an ineffectual, incompetent, weak, wilting flower who is not equipped to even repair a car (which we have seen him doing! twice! thrice if you count that dratted deleted scene from Beta!) let alone fight an AI war like how did he even manage to subdue 42 versions of AI at least one of which tried to kill him omg it must be luck and physically stronger men than him coming to his rescue. Because that is what we need when fighting AIs – the ability to fucking punch people. Tis how SAM was always meant to defeated. 

Let me add that Harold does a ton of stuff because they’re power moves and he needs to manipulate something to get to something else. He doesn’t shine steadfast like the north star no matter how much John, Root and TM believe him to, and he has in fact unscrupulously made decisions that he knew would hurt someone somewhere down the line at some point. We’re not even gonna get started on how his god complex, moral righteousness and superiority complex all interlinked to form a complicated web that led to many of the pivotal decisions he has made over the course of the show because if you were to believe the woobification brigade, it’s an outright crime to mention those things and Harold Finch in the same sentence. 

Also nothing relating to TM is ever Harold’s fault like psshhh it’s not like he’s an obsessive, paranoid, control freak who tends to assume the worst of his creation, sets impossible standards to live up to, and has a meltdown every time something even remotely ~suspicious occurs in TM’s general vicinity.  And finally, if I never have to hear about that godforsaken cut Root gave him when she kidnapped him (the first time), it would be a dream come true. The number of people whining about that measly cut is incredible. The number of people who are still proclaiming that Root is DA WORST for ever questioning Harold like honestly how dare she much disrespect completely unforgivable etc etc is even more astounding.

There was a time when I might’ve proclaimed Harold as the most woobified character on POI, but the extreme hate for him after ep 100 has balanced it out somewhat. We’ll nonetheless give him the honour of getting a mid-high rating on our woobification scale!

[saintobio]

casanova.

↳ gojou satoru/reader

gojou is far from a dream — he is a nightmare ready to swallow the entirety of your heart, only to spit it to your face so you could wake up to the reality that you and him are never once meant to be.

genre. angst, established relationship, student!gojou

cw. insecure!reader, babie!reader, asshole!gojou, hurt/no comfort, toxic relationship, falling out of love, suggestive, cheating, usage of alcohol, gojou does some really hurtful shit

notes. it’s finally here after two damn weeks of being on hold. yall had fun w dilf!gojou so how about i give you some pain lmao

masterlist -> part two

It came to a point where you believed that Satoru didn’t really appreciate you.

Two weeks since you’ve last seen him, you expected that he would at least act a little happy to see you again after what seemed like eons from the last. Satoru was a busy man—he constantly went on missions, participated in his school’s events, and probably exorcised cursed spirits for trying to become the world’s strongest sorcerer. You didn’t understand what he meant by his role in this said sorcerer topic, but as often as you would ask, he would respond with: the world is in shambles without me. Never questioning the lack of time that he was giving you was only for the very reason that you considered just how hectic his duties could be. He had a huge burden of responsibilities resting squarely on his shoulders. Putting you second in his priority list was something you learned to simply accept eventually, promising that he would give all of his sweet time with you whenever he did get a chance to.

But minus the lack of time, there were other factors that were affecting your relationship as a whole. It may be too early to think so given that you have only been dating him for a little over 9 months. You fondly reminisced the good old days when you first met Satoru while you were on a shopping spree with your friends at Shibuya. After asking for your number, the man would visit you every weekend in your apartment with a bouquet of flowers and sweet kisses.

Looking at the present tugged at your heartstrings because the sudden change was painfully obvious. How could you build a good foundation for this relationship to last when he wasn’t trying to make it work?

For one, Gojou no longer had gleam in his eyes whenever he reunited with you after a long period of not seeing each other. You imagined that his cerulean eyes would coruscate with love upon the sight of his girlfriend, but all that were present in those ocean orbs were cold and distant.

“Did you even put make up on?” was the first question he chose to ask when you met him outside of your apartment complex on a sunny afternoon. He didn’t say I missed you or I’m glad to see you, but had chosen to nitpick on your appearance from the second he saw you.

You would have gushed about how dapper he looked in his button-down and fitted jeans, but his pedantic fault-finding held you back from complimenting him. Not to mention that he had a disappointed peer on you from behind his dark sunglasses. “Y-Yeah, I did put some make up on.”

Was it not enough? Should you have used thicker foundation? You thought he always liked it natural so you only kept it light. Did he find you particularly unattractive today?

He nodded with little care, urging you to start walking beside him before he added, “I think you stopped trying to look good for me, baby.”

Satoru had always been playful but tactless with his words. His condescending tone reflected just how much he didn’t give a damn whether you should take it as constructive or offensive. Deep inside, you were gearing towards the latter but you leaned more into taking it constructively on the external. Gojou was Gojou and you were you—he makes a comment, you take it with a grain of salt. That was the expected dynamic.

“I’ll try to look better for you next time,” you muttered, catching up to his pace and clinging to his forearm. He was unknown to the sting that his words have left behind, but you being pathetically in love, you pushed it back.

“If you love me, you should.”

Your casual dates often happened every Fridays until it cut down to just twice a month because he could no longer commit to the weekly agreement that you used to have. On the brighter side of the spectrum, you were glad to be with him despite the decrease in your supposedly constant dates. You were forced with the thought of being grateful enough that Satoru even spared some time to meet with you when he could have been resting in his free time. He chose you when he could have been laying in bed and saving his energy for himself.

And with those special days, you wanted to be as romantic and sweet to him as you could to show just how happy you were around him. To show just how thankful you were of your relationship with him. But one thing that prevented those expectations when you went out with him was how Gojou wouldn’t hold your hand in public.

He hated PDA. He always hated the idea of being openly expressive, hated when you get touchy with him when other people were around. Brushing it off or simply pulling away was a common occurrence whenever you tried to hold his hand before. You understood that there were people who didn’t prefer to show their affection in public and you couldn’t blame Satoru for being one of them. You shouldn’t. Still, in the back of your mind, you wondered if his distaste for PDA was the only reason he had for not holding his own girlfriend’s hand.

“Weather’s nice today, isn’t it?” he asked, leaning back on the barrier as you faced the water stream. The stillness of the river was as calming as the sight of the clear blue skies spreading on the horizon.

Tilting your head to peek at him, Satoru’s face sparkled with effulgence. You have loved this man for nearly a year and nothing ever stopped your heart from skipping a beat whenever you saw his radiant smile—the kind of smile that raised his cheekbones and formed a cute puff on the corner of his lips. This very smile brought you felicity because when Satoru was happy, you were happy.

“It is,” you responded, trailing off to follow his line of sight.

Except, you realized that the reason for his smile wasn’t because of you. It was because of the group of girls standing from a distance who all had a clear interest on him. The women exchanged looks, nudging each other as if they were deciding on who should approach your boyfriend first. Their intentions were clear as day, but your feelings were as clouded as an impending storm. “Satoru.”

He met your eyes for a split second. “What?”

It’s not fair that you’re looking at other girls while you’re with me. You sighed, “Can we just move somewhere else?”

It seemed that he had caught on and realized that your face was filled with jealousy. Truth was, Gojou hated it when you were jealous. He would get annoyed whenever you tried to bring up the fact that he had wandering eyes, telling you that it wasn’t his fault that girls would look at him. ‘You’re my girlfriend, isn’t that enough?’ you remembered these words he once told you before, causing his ire.

“Whatever. Let’s go,” he muttered, blasé about the insecurity in your eyes. Getting up to walk away, you followed his footsteps like a tail as you strode along the pathway to the riverside.

The crease on his forehead and the downward slope of his lips hinted his pique. “Satoru,” you called his attention once more, “I have the right to be jealous, you know.”

A moue was visible on his face. “It’s irritating. I don’t get jealous when you look at other guys.”

But that was because you never did. Not once did you pay attention to any other male because he was all you wanted. How could he not understand that? It was unfair. “Well, I just don’t like the way you’re looking at those girls—”

“Hey,” he interrupted, stopping in his tracks to face you with clear annoyance, “do you still wanna continue with this date or not? It’s a pain in the ass to keep arguing.”

Because you loved him, you let it go.

You made an excuse for his behavior because Satoru Gojou was not perfect and he had obvious flaws. Who were you to judge him when you weren’t perfect yourself, too?

You only wanted his attention and his love. Perhaps it was how you found yourself back in your apartment, pinned under your boyfriend with your legs on his shoulders as he rutted you like there was no tomorrow.

He ran his fingers through his hair before he increased the roughness in his thrusts and left you whimpering like a “pathetic crybaby” as he described you. While you desperately held onto him, he indulged you with the kiss that you so badly asked for by merely connecting his mouth to yours.

There was little passion in his kisses—teeth nibbling your lower lip, tongue whirling around yours, and a suction from his mouth before he placed his palm on the flat of your cheek and pressed your face sideways on the mattress. It was to remind you of your place and the limit he was imposing with the affection he could give.

“A-Aah—Satoru! Slow d-down!” you whined like a wimp, only receiving his condescending chuckle because stuffing your core full of his shaft without any ounce of pity was all he cared about. He didn’t give a shit when you started crying, also didn’t give a shit when you asked to have your turn to cum, too. Gojou started to only care about his own pleasure.

“I’m tired, baby. Next time.” Soon as he was sated, he rolled the condom out of his length, tossing it to the bin before he climbed next to you.

You looked at him with those docile eyes, “Did I do well?”

Did you seriously just ask him if you did a great job at sucking his dick, letting him be balls deep inside of you like it was only done for his pleasure alone?

Yes, you miserably did. Gojou’s opinion was important. Gojou’s approval mattered.

“It was fine,” he answered, bored stupid. “You could do better.”

At least, with the decency of staying next to you, you tried to be oblivious to the pricks in your heart. How could you be hurting when he stayed to be right here with you?

Being seated on his lap—cradled on his chest as you pulled away to sit up, Satoru was busy on his phone as you lovingly traced his toned chest with your gentle fingers. His handsome face, messy white hair, and azure eyes left you blushing with the thought that such a man was all yours to have.

And yet, Gojou’s full attention was not with you even when you two were alone in bed after a night of rough sex. Little does he know, you could see the reflection of his phone’s screen through the mirror above the headboard.

And you could see with clear vision that he was scrolling through different girls’ Instagram pages, staring at bikini pictures longer than he should have. Even at that, you couldn’t bring yourself to call him out because you were scared that he would scream at you.

“Satoru,” you spoke, hiding the pain in your voice. With a still breath, you put his phone to the side and placed your head on his chest, allowing him to hug you and stroke your hair like he used to. “Do you still think I’m the prettiest girl in the world?”

He took a deep breath. “...Yeah”

Gojou guiltlessly lied to your face.

With all the promises he made, he had already broken most of them. Making you cry to your sleep every time he said something hurtful, making you wait for two hours at your meeting place and informing you by text that he couldn’t come, making you feel insecure about yourself because his eyes always looked for someone better, someone prettier.

The red flags were there, but you chose to see other colors thinking that you and him were match-made in heaven only given a challenge to make your relationship stronger. ‘Perhaps it’s just a test’ was an excuse you kept on telling yourself.

How do you not feel sorry for yourself? Gojou clearly did. Or no, he probably didn’t. He got sick and tired of having you clinging around him and being a complete pushover unlike the other confident women he had his eyes on.

The only time you ever gathered the courage to follow his whereabouts was on a Saturday night at a house party that he never told you about. If Getou hadn’t unintentionally informed you, you never would have thought that Gojou would be spending his fine night getting drunk and being around other women. Women that looked better, dressed better, and could probably make him feel better.

Your emotions weren’t as colorful as the neon lights when you stepped inside the house, squeezing yourself through the grinding bodies of intoxicated men and women to find the white-haired person you called your boyfriend. Knowing that there were familiar faces in the house, they were kind enough to direct you to wherever Satoru could be hiding.

At first, you found his best friend Suguru by the living room with a panicked expression as soon as his eyes landed on you. “Y/N,” the guy looked around, “you’re here.”

You offered a small smile, heart pounding in your chest. It was beating even louder than the booming sound from the speakers. “Where’s Satoru?”

“He’s—”

“Babe?”

A quick pivot on your heels allowed you to see a surprised Gojou descending from the nearby stairs. Arctic white hair was a tad bit messy, two of his buttons were undone, the hem of his shirt untucked, but it was the faint smear of lipstick on his mouth that caused your pendulum of a heart into an abrupt stop.

To make the situation worse, it was your friend Kellie who followed him behind with a minute of awkwardness bathing her amber eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me you’re going to a party?” you asked your boyfriend, backing against a wall with a hand stopping him from approaching you further. He noticed your accusatory eyes, but didn’t seem to be fazed by it.

“Baby, you’re my girlfriend not my wife,” he meant it as a joke, and although some of his friends chuckled, you didn’t.

Kellie tried to make herself clean, though. She gave you a hug of acknowledgment not realizing that you could smell your boyfriend’s scent on her skimpy dress. “Hey, Y/N. So glad to see you here,” she greeted, feigning innocence. “I was just showing Satoru around.”

Her breath smelled similar to Satoru—alcohol, lime, and whatever else they both had throughout the night. It seemed that no one was willing to address the elephant in the room, because for all its worth, you were just Gojou’s pathetic girlfriend who would make excuses for his actions.

With the looks his friends gave you, you knew they felt sorry. You knew they felt terrible. You knew they were aware of what Satoru had done or how long he was doing this.

Too busy to see you on a weekend? He was here with all the free time in the world drinking booze and fucking other girls. That was your cue to leave and walk out saying, “I’m going home.” Regardless of Satoru’s reaction, you no longer cared.

You were far too focused on keeping your composure as much as you were already shattered inside because Gojou cheated on you. He didn’t have to explicitly say it. You already saw it with your own eyes and there was no explanation that could save him from it.

It wasn’t like he defended himself, either. He simply followed you out of the house as you tried so hard to keep your tears in. Swallowing the weakness back in. Did Gojou care? He fucking didn’t. So why was he on your tail, walking on the street with you?

“Hey.” You felt his cold hand latching onto your arm, turning you around with a look of worry. He had always been indifferent to you, so why was he nervous now? Was it because the expression on your face scared him? Or was it because of your lack of acknowledgment towards his very obvious unfaithfulness? “Are you mad?”

You wanted to say yes, but you ended up saying “no.” Holding your breath and pulling your arm away, “I’m not mad, but you should’ve texted me.”

There was a look of relief that washed over his handsome face. He probably believed that he was off the hook when in truth, you were just beginning to form a stronger wall that he could no longer break.

“Sorry, the party was a last minute thing. You love me though, right?” He smiled, and you wanted to punch the smile off his face. You wanted to slap his cheek and yell at him, tell him how much of an asshole he was, how much of a liar and a cheater and a terrible boyfriend—no, you thought of something better.

“I do,” you answered, remaining in your stoic mien. “Do you still love me?”

He pulled you for an embrace, arms wrapped around your waist and his head resting above yours. “I do.”

“Do you still think I’m enough?”

“You are.”

“Do you still think I’m worthy?”

“Of course.”

“...Okay.”

“I cherish you.”

Gojou was made of lies after lies. Your questions needn’t be answered because you weren’t stupid, or at least no longer tried to be. How could a man like him be so unapologetic of his mistakes when he knew the painful truth veiled within his lies? How could he smile at your face after being inside another girl not an hour ago and act like you were his one and only?

“Okay...” you muttered in a low voice, pulling away from his hug and blinking the tears that welled up your eyes. “I’m gonna go home.”

You shouldn’t expect much because Gojou could only do the bare minimum for you. To think that he would take you home, jokes on you because he wouldn’t.

“Alright,” he simply said, kissing your forehead. “I’ll get you a cab.”

And when he did, you looked away from him as you got in the backseat while hearing him tell you to keep safe. Even as the car left, you saw his figure immediately walking back to the house without so much of a care if you were truly fine.

You had muffled sobs as the vehicle took you back to your apartment. You were weeping on your pillow as soon as you fell on your bed. Taking your phone out, there was not one text from Satoru to ask if you’ve arrived home safely.

There was no need to anymore. His name was erased on your contact list, his number blocked from your phone, and his photos deleted from your memories forever. Tonight was the last night you would ever let Satoru Gojou step on your heart and treat you like garbage, because from this day forward, you would change for the better.

You would leave him behind like a ghost, disappearing from his life forever.

Gojou was far from a dream. He was a nightmare ready to swallow the entirety of your heart, only to spit it to your face so you could wake up to the reality that you and him were never once meant to be.

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Bit of a tangent from my usual but I was thinking about what kids should be reading in schools and I honestly think Terry Pratchett's Discworld should be compulsory. Pick any of his books and you can see complex themes and deconstruction of tropes being discussed through the lens of comedy and incredibly flawed but entertaining characters. I can't even think which would be the best because they're all so good. I've read them all a million times and I never get bored. I'd maybe suggest the Wee Free Men (though I'm biased as Tiffany Aching is probably my favourite character) as it's an easy read geared towards kids while discussing grief, family, culture, gender conformity, has a great female protagonist who's flawed but still relatable and is very funny. Basically, let kids discover Terry Pratchett and learn critical analysis from a source material that's actually light-hearted in tone, fun to read, while saying something important.