#been disrespectful toward me since the second I started working here

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I get that they mean it as a compliment I guess especially because I’m the youngest person in this office so everyone else grew up in a different generation where that type of thing was more acceptable or whatever lol and they are always talking about dieting and “being good” and all this and if you get a certain type of food for lunch it’s all “oh she’s trying to be healthy” like why does every thing have to be commented on Jesus fucking christ

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Disrespectful

Chapter Two

After that interaction, London tried her best to create some distance between her and Roman. She would avoid his calls, texts messages and if she did finally get back to him, she would decline any outing he would invite her to.

She didn’t trust herself around him. She knew the longer she kept herself around him, the more she would want to jump his bones. The little moment between them made her feel like a horny teenager all over again. She had no business at her big ass age of 34, dry humping another man against the wall like she was some 16 year old virgin. And even though that’s all that they did; she couldn’t shake the memory away.

The way he held her up against the wall with ease, the way he grunted and groaned softly in her ear, and especially the way he demanded that she cum for him. Every time the thought entered her mind, It made her body shiver with want.

And that’s where her problem lied. She knows that she wants Roman; no matter how many times she tries to push it to the back of her head.

“You can’t keep avoiding him, London. Be a grown up and tell that man you need your space.” London’s sister, Nora, advised.

“I don’t have to do anything but be black and die when the time comes Nora. If I don’t want to talk to Roman right now, then I’m not. What we did at that party - his wife’s party no less - was a mistake. We’re both happly married and it needs to stay like that.”

“London, you’ve been with James since forever. Don’t you think this is your body telling you to venture out and try new things?”

“James is a good man Nora. I’m not going to ruin my relationship with my husband just because I’m feeling like I want a quick fix somewhere else.”

Nora rolled her eyes. “Girl, if James was beating the pussy up like he supposed to be doing, you wouldn’t have ran off with Roman in the first place. Then you ran off to go dry hump that man, bitch you ain’t never heard of no quickie?”

“Nora-“

“Bitch I’m being serious. If you was gonna step out anyway, you might as well have went out with a bang. Vibrator to the clit while he hitting it from the back & that 20 minutes could’ve been a whole fuckin round.”

Images immediately flashed through her mind as she thought about it. Her dress bunched up at her waist as he thrusted inside of her at a quick pace. Bodies close together so he could keep the vibrator to her clit and she could practically hear his voice in her ear. “I barely even started and look at you about to cum for me.”

London let out a sad sigh. Her sister’s didn’t help her with trying to push Roman to the back of her mind. If anything, Nora kept trying to push her straight into Roman’s arms.

“If I see him, I’m going to fuck him.” She admitted and Nora shrugged.

“So do that. James will always be here and who knows; maybe this is just a phase and you need him out of your system. Whatever the case may be, I say go for it.”

“You’re not even trying to give me good advice Nora. You keep telling me to cheat on my husband.”

“You already cheated girl and I wasn’t there to tell you that. You cheated emotionally and physically, you might as well just go all the way.”

Her sister’s words echoed in her head and she thought about it for a second, what it would really feel like to go all the way with Roman. She just knew he would snatch her breath away. She could almost feel him, a picturesque expression on his face as he took her hair into his hands pulling it towards him to stop her from hiding her moans. Damn…. She really did see it and even though she yearned to fall into temptation, London decides that she was going to stand on business.

She had a husband for everything she thinks she wants Roman for. She also decided that since she was going to be the woman she promised to be as a wife, she was going to throw herself into her work. What better way to distract herself from temptation than to work?

But Roman though? He was getting tired of waiting on London. He considered himself a realist - if he was going to be cheating on his wife, he was going to fulfill all the fantasies he had about London. They’ve tried to deny their sexual attraction towards each other for almost two years now; if she didn’t want him the same way he wants her then what happened two weeks ago wouldn’t have transpired. So after being ignored for two weeks, Roman decides he’s had enough. If London didn’t want to see him, so be it. Now he was going to go see her…. and with how distant she’s been he knew exactly where to find her.

"Mrs. Murphey, we have a Mr. Heyman downstairs waiting for you. He says it’s an emergency." Mariah states as she walks into London’s office. London lets out a tired sigh; she knew she didn’t have long before he started sending his minions to do his dirty work.

"Tell him I’m busy." London responds to her without even lifting her head to acknowledge her assistant. She didn’t really have time to entertain that bullshit today.

"Don’t seem that busy to me." She heard from where her assistant stood and her head snapped up to see Roman standing behind Mariah. And poor Mariah, she really tried her best, bless her heart but she knew when it came to Roman himself, he was going to finesse his way up here one way or another.

"Um sir you can’t be he-" Mariah tried to speak but Roman cut her off, keeping his dark brown orbs locked on London.

"You ready to talk to me like an adult?" He questioned. Mariah looked between the two of them, obviously sensing the tension but if her boss said she was busy, then she needed to get rid of this Mr. Heyman guy.

"Sir, you can’t be here. I’m going to have to ask you to leave or else I’m going to have security escort you out the building." Mariah warned. Roman stared at the younger woman in front of him with a blank face for a couple of seconds before laughing in her face.

"Okay lady, if you could close the door behind you, that would be great." He instructed, walking right past her to stand in front of London’s desk.

London finally snapped out of it when she got her over her feeling of shock from seeing him. "You don’t get to walk in here and tell my employees what to do. In this building, there’s only one person who runs it and that’s me." She enforced, getting up from her seat to glare at him. "Just like I can’t walk in yours and start telling Paul what to do."

"London-" Roman tried to speak again but was cut off by London’s assistant again.

"Um… Sir, you still need to leave."

"You can close the door behind you Mariah, you can leave. Let everyone know that I’m in a meeting and will be available afterwards. Come find me in 30 minutes." London instructed

"An hour." Roman replies, and this time he raises an eyebrow, challenging her to see if he wouldn’t keep her for the hour.

The two stared at each other for a while in silence, both of them challenging the other. London knew herself, an hour alone with Roman and she would be stepping out of her marriage. She also didn’t want him to think he had any power over her with his dumbass suggestion of having an hour of her time instead of 30. And as much as she didn’t want to admit it, the longer they glared at each other, waiting for the other to succumb in defeat, her sister’s words were ringing in her head.

"Maybe this is just a phase and you need him out of your system."

London finally rolled her eyes in defeat, turning to look at Mariah; "An hour. And not a second less."

When Mariah left, Roman let his eyes roam around her office. "You’ve been cooped up in here, I bet."

"What are you doing here Roman?" London asked getting straight to the point.

"You haven’t been texting me back for a while. So if you don’t want to talk over the phone, you definitely want to talk in person." Roman turned his head back to face London. "I can’t get you out of my head London, I keep hearing you cry out for me and when I try to call you to … talk… you don’t even pick up."

"Because you’re married Roman. To Tiara, not me. What we did a couple of weeks ago was a mistake. It shouldn’t have happened."

"If that were the case, you wouldn’t have worn the panties I bought for you."

The room got silent, energy in the room changing as they stared each other down. London really didn’t want to fall into this trap. That’s what Roman was, coming in here with his tight collared shirt and slacks just to tempt her. A walking fucking trap.

“You could’ve just walked in wearing anything; But you didn’t.” Roman started, walking around the desk in slow calculated steps. Like a predator stalking its prey.

London watched him, and she couldn’t move even if she wanted to; it seemed as if her feet were glued to floor the closer Roman got to her. “You wore my dress and you put on those pretty panties just for me. It wasn’t a mistake… you wanted to cum for me that night; tell me I’m lying.”

With Roman standing right in front of her, she couldn’t really think. His scent was clouding her senses, she should be moving away from him, fighting her temptation. But he was telling the truth, she wanted him that night. Still wants him, she just doesn’t know how to go about it.

“Roman.” She whispered out but Roman didn’t want to listen to anything she had to say unless it was her crying out for him again.

“Tell me.” He demanded quietly, his hands moving to hold onto her waist to pull her into him. A gasp slipped through her lips, her eyes closing when she felt his nose trailing up her neck.

He planted a kiss under her ear before whispering in her ear, “Tell me you wanna cum for me London and I can make that happen for you.” He rasped out.

And she could practically hear Nora now.

Bitch stop fighting and fuck him already!

It was obvious Roman wanted her just as bad as she wanted him, and London was a weak woman.

“Make it happen then.” She replied almost challengingly and it caused Roman to smirk against her skin because he came on a mission.

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"Fuucckkk" She loudly moaned when he pushed himself back into her. Legs on his shoulders with his hands holding onto to the back of her thighs. The immense feeling made her forget she was still in her office, where if anyone got close enough, they could hear her. But Roman didn’t give a single fuck. And when he leaned forward, pressing his body closer to hers, which pushed her legs closer to her chest making it easier to get deeper she couldn’t help but get lost in the pleasure.

Loud moans were flying out of her mouth, and Roman’s eyes stared down into her with a dark look in them. She knew exactly what he was doing, that look told her everything she needed to know. He was trying to find her spot, with no other intensions other than abusing it until she was cumming in waves for him.

"You done runnin’ from me?" He asked tauntingly, and she knew he wasn’t talking about running from him during the activity they were currently partaking in. He wanted her to give into him every single time they had the chance to be like this.

He slid his hands down her thighs and pushed them down as close to her chest as they could get, looking down between them to watch his dick slide in and out of her enjoying the small white ring of cream she left coated on him. He slowed down his pace purposefully to sew how loud she would get whenever he hit somewhere new. London couldn’t remember the last time she felt like this.

She tried to bite onto her lower lip to keep from screaming every time he went in deeper. Muffled moans came from her, nails denting his skin as she latched onto his back. Roman looked back up to watch her, eyes squinting as he studied her expressions and slightly moved to the left to hit a new area. He felt her clench around him and watched her eyes water from that specific spot. Found it

"Ouuu shit." She cried out.

"Right there?" He questioned as if he didn’t already know.

"Yesss, right there." Roman started moving against it, poking at her spot faster and faster as he let one of her thighs go and slid his hands up her stomach and breasts until he reached her neck. She let another loud moan as he loosely squeezed her neck.

"You never answered my question, you done runnin’ from me?"

London wrapped her arm around the leg he let go so she wouldn’t be so sore, she was so lost in the pleasure she almost didn’t hear him. "Huh?" He questioned, as he kept poking at her spot even harder now staring right into her eyes. She kept eye contact, responding by moaning louder and nodding her head.

"I can’t hear you, you done runnin’ from me London? Huh? When I ask you to come see me, you gon come see me right?" He asked, squeezing her neck a little tighter as he thrusted even faster.

He could’ve asked her for the world in the same moment and she would’ve agreed to give it to him. That’s how good he was making her feel.

Tears spilled from her eyes as she felt her stomach tightened and she clenched down on him. "Yessss, I’m done runnin’ Roman Please."

"Please what? Tell me."

"I-" She was cut off by her own loud moan, feeling her eyes roll to the back of her head. Roman continued to relentlessly pound into her, pushing to make her cum for the fourth and final time.

"C’mon baby, beg for that shit." He teased, enjoying the mess he was leaving her in. This was what he wanted to do to her the first time and he was glad he was able to redeem himself. The only thing that could be heard were their heavy breathing, her constant moaning and their skin clapping against each other’s.

"Please. D-don’t stop please" She stuttered out as she felt her legs start to shake; she was on the verge of cumming again - this time she knew it was going to me much more intense then the last one.

"You gon cum for me?" And he really didn’t need to ask, she placed her hand on his stomach to try to get him to slow down. Roman let go of her neck and quickly used his thumb to rub on her clit as he hit her spot over and over again. Her hand slipped from his stomach and she tapped on the desk, she couldn’t hold it anymore.

At the sight of her literally tapping out, he smirked and it did nothing but boost his ego. "Go head baby, cum for me." He permitted and with a silent scream she let her body arch off her desk and came all over him. He let out a groan at how tight she clenched around him and quickly pulled out of her and stroked himself with a few pumps and emptied himself on top of her; staking his claim.

If cheating on his wife felt like this - he didn’t give a damn about the consequences.

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bachelorettes' first kiss with farmer || headcanons

sharing such a magical experience with your lover is better than you could've ever imagined! <3 part one here!

warnings: penny mentions pam and hints towards abuse :( a few unconsentual kisses, ruh roh :/ all fluff!

requested by: anon! hi, hope you enjoy! keeping this short and sweet since it's a part two. thanks so much for the cute request! :)

abigail

• It wouldn't take Abigail too long to kiss you once you've started dating. It wouldn't be before, but she has no problem with kissing you pretty soon. Abigail invited you to hang out at the cemetery one night, wanting to show you her favorite hang-out spot. She set up a few candles, sitting against one of the tombstones. A bit disrespectful, but she doesn't think they mind. You two were cracking jokes and having a wonderful conversation about Abigail's parents. They seemed so stressed out about her, and she wasn't making it any better.

• She laughed loudly, “Uh huh, my parents would be pissed if they saw us out here together! Or if they knew we were dating period! They'd probably flip their shit if they saw us sneaking around town, and if they caught us doing anything? I would be fuckin' dead! Hah ... imagine if they caught us kidding? ... would that be such a bad thing?” She was definitely a tease, but she loved seeing the cute look on your face.

• After seeing that you weren't exactly upset with the idea of kissing, she leaned closer to you. She slowly put a hand on your cheek and kissed you happily. Passionate, but playful. Like a sparkler being twirled around by a child. Wild and chaotic, yet beautiful and lovely. Feeling her lips against yours was a moment you wish you could keep in your back pocket forever.

emily

• Emily wouldn't wait to kiss you. She doesn't have any worries about kissing you, even before you've started dating. She doesn't mind being open with you in this way. You two were sitting on the bench close to the saloon, relaxing after a hard day's work. She was showing you her crystal collection, which she brought outside because she said she needed to feel the sun. You go, girl.

• “This one is rose quartz! It represents love and romance. Hmm, I wonder what I've been using that one for,” she said with a cheese-y smile, giggling like a mad man. This gives you a little blush, to which she puts the crystal in your palm and closes it. “Close your eyes and feel the moment. Feel the vibrations transfer from your hand to your heart ... do you feel this?”

• Emily then firmly planted a kiss on your lips, excited that her little plan worked. When you kissed back, it was as though the stars had aligned to create this moment, and you had a sneaking suspicion that Emily had something to do with that. The crystal wasn't exactly the reason you were finally sharing your first kiss, but you would let her win if she argued in its favor. It was wonderful regardless.

haley

• You and Haley would share your first kiss before you start dating. Haley is a romantic, and what's more romantic than a spur-of-the-moment kiss? You two were walking around Pelican Town, Haley dragged you along on one of her nature walks to take photos. Below your farm, you were standing by the lake as Haley snapped some. She then flipped the camera towards you, playfully taking a few photos.

• “C'mon, give me a good pose! No, I'm not going to show this to anyone, I promise these are just for me! Fine- let's take some selfies instead then,” Haley laughed before getting closer to you. “Give me some silly poses, but not too silly, they still need to be good pictures!” She snapped a few, changing her pose every few seconds. She leaned up, kissing your cheek. When she checked the photos afterward, she noticed your red face.

• “Aww, you're all red from just a cheek kiss! ... wow, you're still red ... is it that you, uh ... wanted more?” she suggested, a soft smile of her lips. Her cheekiness faded away as you nodded, her own face just as red. She was incredibly nervous, slowly creeping toward you. She wrapped her arms around your neck, touching her lips to yours. It felt like you two were flying through the air, soaring as you two felt each other's warmth. The nervousness wore off, and it felt like a dream came true. Maybe taking pictures together wasn't such a bad idea after all.

leah

• Leah would like to wait for at least a month or two to have your first kiss. She wants to make sure this is the real deal, so kissing you right off the bat may not be the best option. Leah was relaxing at her cabin when you stopped by. She was working on a new sculpture, which you complimented with a smile. It warmed Leah's heart to know that you loved her work so much. You then presented a bouquet of flowers for her. Not the ones you asked her to be your girlfriend with, but some similar.

• “Oh, hon ... you always go out of your way to do stuff for me, and I really appreciate it. You're just so sweet,” she smiled, getting up from her work and smelling the bouquet. She put it in some water before walking back to you, wrapping her arms around your neck. “What could I ever do to repay you for everything you do for me? You've put me into insurmountable debt, my dear. I guess there's something that I could do to repay you ...”

• Leah looked up at you with loving eyes before leaning into you, planting a careful kiss onto your lips. Her lips painted a picture with more skill than her brush. Colors exploded in your mind as you held her close. It was as though nothing else mattered except you and her. A moment in time that would never fade.

maru

• Maru is a bit cautious to kissing you at first. She has a lot of common sense, and she wants to make sure that you're not a bad partner beforehand. It would take her maybe three or four months. Maru had brought you out stargazing, sitting outside her room under her telescope. You two had been here many times before, but this night felt different. It was as though Maru had a mission, her mind had been set.

• She looked nervous, staring down into her lap instead of up at the gorgeous stars. She took a deep breath before taking your hands in hers and looking into your eyes. “I'm sorry for obviously acting a bit nervous, I've just been thinking about taking things a little further. Not insanely far, but ... I want to share my first kiss with you, if that's okay. I know that it's not exactly ... romantic ... me asking like this, but I want to know that we're on the same page! So ... what do you say?”

• You don't say anything, actually. You let a soft laugh escape your lips before wrapping your arms around her. You press your lips onto hers under the glow of the stars. She looked so beautiful like this, you were thinking about kissing her too. It felt so sweet, like strawberries on a spring afternoon. A taste that you want to keep going back to forever.

penny

• It would take Penny a while to warm up to the idea of kissing you. Maybe around the six month mark, she would finally be okay with it. She's not used to physical affection! Penny had stopped by your house to see if you needed help on the farm. Well, she really needed to get away from Pam for a bit, and you were her safe place. You had finished your work, so you two ended up hanging out in the kitchen. You decided to cook a meal together, but Penny's cooking skills are a little ... less than desirable.

• You tease her about her cooking skills, to which she starts to pout. “Hey, I'm trying for you, I promise! I was just never taught! I'm watching how you do it though, and I promise I'll get it eventually!” She had taken your comments too seriously, for which you apologize and reassure her. “... I'm sorry I got so defensive, I ... I really appreciate you, and how understanding you are and how patient you are with me ... I just- ... I just really love you.”

• You rest your hand on her cheek, staring into her eyes. You ask if you can kiss her, and she thinks momentarily before nodding. Her face was as red as a poppy as you leaned in, planting a soft kiss against her lips. Gentle, like you were kissing the petals of a gorgeous flower. It was like you two were surrounded by a flower field, far away from anything wrong with the world. She really needed this, something to truly clear her mind.

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Kill You To Try- Jake Kiszka

Summary: Will you and Jake ever be able to see eye to eye? Being pining idiots and hating each others guts don’t mix. Let’s find out the hard way then.

Genre: Childhood best friends- enemies- lovers. Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort.

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: Jake is an asshole. Jealousy and Drinking.

A/N: This is my second favorite thing i’ve ever written. I apologize for my lack of Jake fics, considering I stay in Jake lane 24/7. I’ve been working on this for a couple of weeks and it’s not perfect by any means. I love to hear feedback so please let me know or if you want a part two to this also!! Thank you for all your patience and support<3333

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Jake has never been jealous of Josh’s relationship with you, well that was until he saw the two of you dancing. Something about the way Josh’s hands caressed the small of your back, made his chest ache in resentment.

That’s where his dislike for you starts. Well, maybe not dislike but irritation at least.

Jake has known you since the 5th grade. You used to run around the playground, picking flowers for each and every one of your classmates. Jake had fallen and scratched up his knee, sniffles sounding out. Feeling a gentle tap on his shoulder, he turns around to find you smiling down at him.

“Are you okay?” you peer down at him.

“My knee hurts.”

Handing him the prettiest flower out of your bouquet, “Here this should make you feel better.” Jake admires your toothless grin from below, already feeling much better. It didn’t take much longer after that for him to decide to keep you around.

Jake and Josh were a package deal so being best friends with Josh was inevitable. Growing up, you always found that Josh matched your energy to-a-tee. He was your best friend, the one that always knew how to make you laugh. But, Jake was different. Jake felt like your home, your safe place.

That was until he started acting like an asshole out of nowhere. One day you were fine, the next day you weren’t.

It hurt like hell. There’s truly no way to describe losing your better half, other than heartbreak. Maybe it wouldn’t have hurt so bad, if you weren’t utterly in love with him.

As the years go by, Jake continues his relentless cycle of torture. The snide comments or blatant disrespect, never compared to the pain of him ignoring you. Josh was dumbfounded at Jake’s behavior toward you. He could have sworn Jake was in love with you, but it’s not the first time Jake has surprised him. Josh was tired of constantly calling Jake out on his shit. He understood if Jake just didn’t get along with you anymore, but the disrespect was uncalled for.

Over time, you got used to Jake’s nasty behavior and decided to not let it bother you. If he was going to act like a child then so be it, you would be the mature one.

The boy’s music career had shot up since high school, which meant less time spent together and more time touring the world. Saying your goodbyes was hard, but was inevitable. In the meantime, your life would live on in Michigan, while theirs roamed the world.

Life caught up with all of you, which meant less phone calls and no time for visits. Josh kept his promise when he said he would call once a week. He loved giving you every detail of tour since you couldn’t be there. You had been with them since before they even decided to be a band, so not having you around was weird for all of them, even Jake.

After being away for a year, the tour has finally come to an end. Sam being Sam decides to throw a coming home party, mourning the end of tour but celebrating their return.

Being Josh’s right-hand man comes with its perks, so when you get the invitation to their “exclusive” party, you can’t turn the opportunity down.

Would it be weird to say that you hit a second puberty over the past year? Probably, yes. But, you were being truthful. All those years begging and pleading your body to catch up with your maturing mind, payed off it seems. You finally felt good in your own shoes. So, when the hot guy from the local coffee shop asks for your number, who are you to say no.

Having had plans for a date the night of the party, you suggest that the two of you attend a good friend’s party. Surprisingly, he agrees to go with you, let’s just hope he’s used to crazy.

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“Josh will you please shut the fuck up? I don’t want to hear her name again, please,” Jake groans out.

Whipping his head in Jake’s direction Josh says, “She’s my best friend. I’m allowed to be excited to see her Jake.”

Jake gives his best effort to not roll his eyes, but fails.

“It’s not like you have to talk to her. I’m sure she isn’t thrilled to see you either, after how shitty you’ve been,” Josh mumbles, leaving the room.

Huffing like a child, Jake does his best to calm his nerves. He is not prepared whatsoever to see you after all this time.

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Jake already knew it would be hard to see you, but seeing you with some guy makes his façade shatter completely. Pre-gaming seems to have been a bust, because he has never felt soberer in his life.

“Sunshine!” Josh’s bright smile distracts you from scanning the crowd any longer, silently searching for his other half.

After Josh has gotten his fill of hugs and kisses from you, he makes quick work of introducing himself to your date.

Josh’s love for first impressions allows you to quickly excuse yourself, wanting to find a drink strong enough to get through the night.

Scanning the crowd, you see him. Sitting in a secluded corner of the room, slowly sipping on his drink.

Realizing his eyes had been on you since stepping in the doorway, you allow yourself one quick glance in his direction. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of actively looking for him, you walk the opposite direction, silently hoping he’ll follow you.

Is Jake an asshole to you? Yes.

Does he deserve even a second of your time? Hell no.

But, there’s still a part of you that longs for the Jake you once knew so well. It’s foolish to believe that after all this time he has changed, but you can’t help but wish for it.

Fixing a drink, you smile at people in passing or attempt to make small talk.

Feeling him before you see him, his presence looms over you like no other.

Jake sits onto the countertop next to you, plucking the cherry out of your drink. Grinning wickedly at you, he sucks the cherry into his mouth.

If you hadn’t been so focused on his cherry stained lips, you would have slapped the audacity right out of him.

“See something you like, sunshine?”

“Fuck off Jake,” you glare up at him.

“Don’t be like that, where’s my welcome home hug?” he pouts.

“Assholes don’t get welcome home hugs. They get a foot up their ass instead. Would you like me to demonstrate?”

He chuckles.

Jumping off the counter, he says, “It’s good to see you to, Sunshine.”

Watching him saunter off to his dark corner, you exhale, trying to regain your footing. Jake has always had a way of making your head feel all fuzzy, no matter what bullshit he was spewing.

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Sam had made the executive decision to start a bonfire later into the night.

The party had dwindled down to very few people at this point.

Your date had decided to head home early because he had work the following morning. The both of you had agreed to see each other again soon. He seemed extremely nice, but you had a feeling it wouldn’t work out due to your complicated past resurfacing.

But, you were in desperate need of a distraction sadly.

Which left you snuggled under Josh’s arm, sharing childhood stories around the fire. Very clique, but it happened every time you all got together and had a few drinks.

Jake’s eyes haven’t left your figure since you walked in the door. The moment in the kitchen with you replaying in his mind over and over again. He could have sworn you looked at him, like he’s always looked at you.

Hanging on to every word that comes out of your mouth, Jake yearns for your affection.

Over the years, Jake has had love interests that weaved in and out of his life. He’d never been in love with any of them, but unconsciously found parts of you in them.

Deflecting his feelings for you by pretending to dislike you is better than being rejected by the one person he loves most, at least that’s what he tells himself.

He longs to hold you close like Josh.

Was his fear of rejection worth losing his best friend?

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Weeks have passed since the night of the party. Danny had graciously taken you home that night, promising to have a lunch date soon.

Remember the guy you brought with you to said party, you know, the one you agreed to see again?

Well, the time has come to meet up again. The both of you agree to get drinks at a local bar in town. Your excited to go out actually. He’s a cute guy who seems to have a genuine interest in you. Plus, he could be the solution to your irritating Jake problem. It’s been a while since you’ve gotten all dolled up anyway, so this is a great excuse.

Finally feeling satisfied with how you look, you head out the door. Don’t get it twisted, you’re not dressing for him. Putting on a pretty outfit and delicate makeup is all for you, mostly because it’s fun.

High school is rough for everyone. Puberty, delayed growth spurts, acne, braces, and social standards never complimented each other. Having struggled with each and every aspect of an awkward stage during high school.

Feeling beautiful is hard when everyone around is trying to be anyone but themselves. So, you could say high school was rough for you.

You never thought of yourself as beautiful or magnificent. Mostly putting yourself into the dull category, because there was truly nothing special about you.

But, Jake always had a way of proving you wrong.

Jake watched you grow from a gentle and kind young lady, into a breath-taking woman.

Having always thought you were beautiful in every stage of life, Jake truly wouldn’t know where to start.

_____

The bar was lit up with string lights, softly playing music.

Lucky for you, the bar was just a block over from your house, so you were able to walk over. Hoping that your date went well enough for you to hitch a ride home with him.

You arrived on time, perching yourself atop the nearest bar stool. He had messaged you saying he was running behind, but he shouldn’t be too long. So, you had decided to wait at the bar for him.

____

Hours have passed and your still sat atop a barstool, downing your sixth drink of the night. You came to the conclusion about two hours ago, that he was indeed not coming after all.

“Ma’am, do you have a ride home? We’re closing up shop here, so you’re going to have to leave soon,” the older bartender asks you.

“Yeah, yeah sorry. Let me call a friend of mine really quick,” you fumble around, looking for your phone.

Securing your phone in your hand, you go to call Josh. He wouldn’t mind coming to get you.

“Hello?”

“Hey Josh, I know its late but I need a ride home. I’m at the bar down the street, but I’ve had too much to drink to walk home in the dark. Can you please come get me?” anxiously fidgeting in your seat.

“I’ll be there in five. Stay right there,” he hangs up abruptly.

He did not sound happy whatsoever. Making Josh mad was not on your to do list today.

It’s just kind of weird. Josh never minds picking you up, he actually insists its him you call. He’s probably having a rough day, don’t over think it.

It hadn’t even been five minutes when you heard your name being called behind you.

Except that voice was definitely not Josh’s.

Out of all people you could have accidentally called, it had to be him. Your night couldn’t get any worse.

Spinning around on your chair, you sigh, waiting for him to provoke you.

He looks at you worriedly, almost like you would shatter any second now.

You scoff, rolling your eyes.

“What? What did I do now?” Jake questions, conscious of your every move.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

You glare at him.

“Like I’m some fucking lost puppy.”

“Don’t give me a reason to,” he bites back.

Running your hands across your face, you realize just how tired you were. “Jake, I can’t do this with you right now. I’ve had a shitty day. Can you please just take me home?”

He reluctantly nods, heading out the door with you in tow.

The two of you climb into his car and begin your silent ride home.

Jake’s never seen you like this. He’s used to you being angry especially at him. Granite, he does love to get you riled up.

But, his favorite is when your happy. When you smile so big, that it throws him back to the day he met you, with your big toothless grin shining down on him.

His sunshine now turning into rain.

So, he respects the silence for once in his life, letting you have your moment. Watching the tears gather in your eyes, brings along a feeling he’s not familiar with.

Rage.

Gripping the steering wheel, he feels steam run off of him, allowing his knuckles to turn white.

It’s one thing for him to tease and mock you, but another for some asshole to think he can and get away with it.

Jake wants now more than anything to be Josh for you. To make you smile and laugh. He can’t bare to see you like this any longer.

“Do you want to play some music? I’ll even let you choose,” he speaks softly, almost like he doesn’t want to run you off.

You peer up at him in confusion. Where the hell did Jake go?

Shifting anxiously under your gaze, Jake mumbles a quick never mind.

It’s been years since the two of you have had a civil conversation, so this feels unnatural.

“Do you remember when Sam had a crush on you?” doing his best to break the ice.

You snort.

His heart flutters seeing you laugh at something he said for once.

“Do I? The kid followed me around for weeks asking me all kinds of weird questions. It took you telling him that I had cooties because of you to back off,” you laugh out.

Sam was never a smooth talker, that’s for sure.

Jake laughs.

You watch in awe, begging for him to never stop laughing again.

Eventually, Jake pulls into your driveway. The two of you sit in silence for a moment, just wanting to bask in the normalcy for once.

You pull the door open, stepping out of the car. Turning around, you give him a tight-lipped smile.

“Thanks Jake, for everything,” looking anywhere but at him.

“No need to thank me, I’d do it again. If you really wanted to thank me, you could tell me where that guy lives so I can kick his ass,” he smiles up at you, only slightly kidding.

Laughing you wave goodbye, praying that he doesn’t see how flustered you were.

Once you’ve made it inside, Jake sits in the driveway, contemplating everything that happened tonight.

On the way home, Jake realizes he regrets not apologizing for everything he’s said that he truly didn’t mean.

____

Days pass and Jake hasn’t heard a peep from or about you. Josh claims that your trying to heal from getting your heartbroken, but Jake has a feeling something else is wrong.

He is terrified that he may have done something to hurt or upset you once again. He is sick and tired of being the one that hurts you.

So, Jake makes the impulsive decision to go see you. Josh protests saying “Jake is the last person you would want to see right now”. In authentic Jake fashion, he doesn’t give a flying fuck.

____

The drive to your house was torture. Jake didn’t know what the right thing to say would be or what he should do.

Thinking back to simpler times, he remembers the time he saw you the summer of 9th grade.

____

That summer was a weird one for all of you.

Jake and Josh finally went through a growth spurt and started filling into their teenage bodies.

They hadn’t seen you all summer because your family sent you to summer camp.

Jake had come home one day, looking for Josh. He heard Josh’s voice float down the hallway from the garage. Making his way in that direction, he heard a second voice. Recognizing that sweet voice anywhere, Jake strides down the hall in search of you.

Once in the garage, he froze in his tracks. It was definitely you, but different. Jake remembers your straggly hair and your scraped knees. He remembers a little girl, his best friend.

You were no longer a little girl, you were a young woman.

You had bloomed into a stunning flower. Jake felt breathless.

But, after all you were still you. Jake was still Jake.

Best friends forever, but maybe it had always been more than that.

____

Jake and Josh hauled you everywhere. Every show they played you were there.

Believing in their success was never difficult for you. The moment you heard them play together, you knew everything would change.

When the boys played their first big show, you had tagged along not wanting to miss a second of it. Their set had finally come to an end that night. Trotting off the stage, Jake immediately went looking for you. He’d kept an eye on you throughout the show, always feeling better with you close by.

Feeling a hand grip his wrist, he spins around in search of the culprit.

Wrapping him into a bear hug, you squeeze him tight.

Pulling away from you he notices tears in your eyes.

“What’s wrong? Was the show that bad?”

You slap at his chest.

“No, you idiot. These are happy tears. I’m just so proud of you guys. Thank you for letting me be here,” you smile up at him.

“Thank you for wanting to be here. I couldn’t have done it without you,” he remarks.

Arriving at your house, he stumbles up to your porch and forces himself to knock on your door. After what seems to be the longest two minutes of his life, you answer the door.

You clearly just woke up from a nap, your hair a wild mess. Of course, Jake thinks its adorable.

Obviously, your taken aback as to why Jake would be standing on your front porch. You begin to question him, but he stops you.

“Can I come in? We need to talk,” he says, barely looking you in the eye.

“Yeah sure, sure,” you say, stepping aside.

Looking around, Jake realizes he’s never been inside your house before. Your windows are wide open, welcoming the sunlight in. Music playing softly from your record player. Books littered all over the room. It feels like home, yet so unfamiliar.

Clearing your throat, you see him jump, clearly on edge.

Once the two of you have gotten comfortable on your sofa, you realize she how quiet it is. Giving him a small smile, in hopes to provide some sort of comfort due to his jitteriness. He melts at the sight of your kind gesture.

“Are you feeling better” he asks.

Chuckling nervously, you reply, “Way better than the last time you saw me. Thank you for that by the way. I meant to text you afterwards, but I was just too tired.”

“You don’t have to thank me, I wanted to.”

You stare at him blankly.

“You wanted to save me from one of the most embarrassing nights of my life?”

“No no no, I didn’t mean it like that, I just like helping you or being the one you call.”

Giving him an exasperated sigh, you sink deeper into your chair.

“Jake, why are you here?”

He sighs, remembering the real reason he came after all. “I don’t even know where to start. I just wanted to apologize, for everything. You never deserved how I treated you. You’ve always been such an enigma to me. I couldn’t ever figure out why you were so kind to me, even after I pushed you away.”

“Then why did you push me away Jake? When all I’ve ever wanted was to be close to you.”

“I felt like I had to. You and Josh had gotten so close. I was selfish and got jealous. I’ve had to share everything with Josh my whole life. The one thing I never ever wanted to share was you. At the time, I felt like you had finally made your decision and it was Josh that you chose. It hurt too much to see the both of you together, so I made myself distance from you. A few years after I came to my senses and realized I was being selfish making you choose between the both of us, I wanted to make things right. I bought flowers and wrote out my whole apology speech, just to get to your front door and cower away. I felt like there would be no way you would forgive with such a lame ass excuse at that point. I had already dug deep enough. So, I made myself learn how to hate you, even though that’s the farthest thing from the truth. I--- I’m just so sorry Y/n. I never want to hurt you again. Being the one you called that night at the bar made me realize just how much I missed you. I miss talking to you, laughing with you, and sitting with you. I miss everything. I want to make it right, no matter what it takes. You deserve it, you always have.”

Hiding his face within his hands, in order to keep some composure, he hears a sniffle. Quickly looking up, Jake comes face to face with your tearful smile.

Tears poor down your face, while grinning ear to ear.

Reaching over, Jake gently wipes your tears away. You reach up and cup his shaky hands, holding them against your face.

“You’re such a dumbass.”

The both of you die out with chocked up laughter.

“You should have just told me Jake. I’ve always loved you both and I always will. But, my love for you is different, it always has been. You’re my best friend. Josh is my brother, the one that shields me. I had a sneaking suspicion that may have been what triggered your behavior, but I was too pissed to talk about it with you. Your right, I didn’t deserve the treatment you gave me, but I saw right through that bullshit. You forget that I watched you grow up. You’ve always been my sweetheart, the friend that would go above and beyond for you. I never truly believed you hated me, I just wanted to give you time to figure yourself out, no matter how long it took. I forgive you Jake. I think I forgave you a long time ago, but was always too prideful to admit it to myself.”

Grinning at each other, Jake pulls you into a tight hug. Being this close to one another after years of pining, felt like a dream.

Finally, you pull away realizing just how close the two of you were. Feeling Jake’s breath gently against your skin, you glance down at his lips. Jake’s breathing all together stops.

Quickly, your mind comes to its senses and the both of you awkwardly pull away.

Scratching the back of his neck, Jake says, “I guess I should head back to the studio now. Josh is going to kill me if I’m late again.”

“Oh yeah, of course. I know how cranky he can get,” you laugh off. Leading him out your front door, you turn to walk back inside.

“Y/n,” Jake calls out.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

You smile so wide, your bottom lip shakes.

Waving him off, you head back inside. Laying against the door, your head feels fuzzy from just his smile.

____

Five minutes later, Jake finds himself pulling right back into your driveway. He marches right out of his car, straight up to your porch once again. In a tizzy, he begins banging on your door.

Rushing to see what the ruckus is about, you swing open your door.

“Miss me already?” you chuckle out.

“Marry me.”

“What?”

“What?”

The both of you stand there looking at each other, daring the other to speak up.

“I’m sorry that’s not what I meant to say, I was trying to tell you-

You tug him by his collar, kissing him softly.

Eventually, the two of you pull away trying to catch your breath. Resting his head against yours, you both smile.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,” you whisper out.

Jake chuckles in disbelieve. “No way, I’ve been dreaming of that since 7th grade.”

He takes your hand in his, squeezing so tight in hopes to convey his love for you. Immediately understanding, you bring your hand up to gently stroke his hair.

“Well, we could keep standing out here looking at one another, or we can go inside and kiss some more,” you say.

Jake hastily responses, “Inside please.”

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Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed!!!!

[hologramcowboy]

I just read an ask when certain anti daneel blog replied and claimed that Jensen abused daneel, I'm sorry but this is super hypocritical comming from anti daneel blog , like theses blogs spend years taking about awful D is, how they cant tolerates her voice, her face and her attitude, and they only knew her on surface level , now imagine being in Jensen's shoes, he knew for how long 15 years? The person that has to deal with Daneel 24/7 is no one but Jensen! and pls dont tell me he brought it up on himself we dont shame woman who stay in abusive relationship and we should do the same for men, do ppl expect him to be happy and relaxed the whole time ? never be angry or mad, he is a human and not a sheep that smile and do whatever she want him to , oh poor daneel he wasn't nice when he walked away from her to sign fans autographs, will guess what he doesn't have to be when she is a literal bitch , you can see that 2 minutes later in the same video she was shoving him forward, she is disrespectful , always made fun of him , rarely if ever had anything nice to say about him but I guess Jensen always need to treat her like the queen she think herself is, put in your mind that she was bitch since day one while Jensen used to be way nicer several years ago , yeah there was no chemistry btw them but he always speak highly of her and was way more tolerant towards her , he only recently started to be passive agressive when he talks about her so if he fed up with her and strarted to grow spine and put her in her place then good for him , but I doubt this is the case and I still think she is in full control of everything otherwise we wouldn't get the abomination that called TW , he sacrified his relationship with jared and lost half of the fandom to give his useless talentless wife a job and as one of the anon mentioned she is the one that send him back to work when he wanted to have vocation, I just think what happened here is that Jensen is older now and less tolerant of BS , he doesn't have job to run away from her and he is stuck in miserable marriage to take care of his little children that he never ask for ( another thing he didnt want and agreed to do just to make her happy) so if I was him I'd be angry too.

This is an older ask, I decided to reply to it because something’s been on my mind lately. The dangers of one sided views.

Let’s get one thing clear, both Jensen and Danneel show disdain and contempt for each other. Both have displayed less than ideal partner behaviour. Not sure what this anon was reading at the time but my guess is they saw one of my posts in which I mentioned Jensen was not behaving like a stand up husband.

There’s this narrative going around that vilifies Danneel without giving Jensen responsibility. That basically makes Jensen into a baby easily controlled by the evil, manipulative, witch Danneel.

I’m not saying Danneel can’t be manipulative, I’ve always called her out when she has been. I’m saying there’s an entire dedicated side of fandom that basically views Jensen as an abused baby who is no longer in control of his life. I’ll admit that, in the beginning, I too fell for these narratives but, over time, observing Jensen’s choices, it became clear where his values lie. He’s not the ideal husband, he’s career centered, he never takes responsibility for anything, everything is on Elta. Those are not the signs of an abused man but rather a man that has created a life of convenience and for whom family life comes second. I’m really tired of receiving anon messages about Jensen being abused.

Is Elta demeaning, devaluing and all of that? Yes, undeniably.

Is Jensen powerless? In no way, shape or form!!

If he is in a marriage with Danneel is because he chooses to be as long as it is convenient to his lifestyle. He lets her get away with certain behaviours as long as it serves him.

Jensen is a highly privileged man who holds all the cards when it comes to his career and personal life. Let’s please stop pretending he is a helpless baby run by Danneel the witch. Again, I know she’s manipulative but, at the end of the day, everything she is allowed is thanks to Jensen. The very reason she even has children is thanks to Jensen, her recent roles and titles - thanks to Jensen, recent press - thanks to Jensen, getting away with being condescending and devaluing on stage - thanks to Jensen. It’s a choice, at the end of the day.

While I have zero doubt he is unhappy due to the choices he’s made so far, I no longer blame Danneel for his misery because he holds the power to change his path entirely. Many actors in toxic relationships have divorced and still enjoy a career so if Jensen is holding back from divorcing it’s due to choosing to stay in a relationship where both partners feed off each other’s unhealthy dynamics.

It takes two people to form a dynamic. Let’s give responsibility where it is due, because being responsible for one’s own boundaries, wellbeing, life path is where freedom and healing begin. Being responsible is being empowered as opposed to power-less. Shitty person as she may be, Danneel is fully supported in her shenanigans by Jensen, he approves of her everything so let’s stop pretending like she’s some supernatural evil thing that moves in the dark and start acknowledging just how much Jensen enables her and, while we are at it, start acknowledging he’s no angel either. I dislike Danneel but I also feel sorry for her, for her marriage situation but, I guess, at the end of the day, you sow what you reap and they both chose fame and money over deeper values.

This is my view, purely, take what resonates and leave the rest.

[softguarnere]

hihi!!! i love your writing- i have been binging all your works over the past few days and can't wait to start on your oc fic :D

in the meantime, can i request a babe heffron hurt/comfort one-shot that ends with the reader and him falling asleep on each other's shoulders? thank you!

Inhale, Exhale

Babe Heffron x reader

A/N: Hi Anon! Awe, thanks so much 💕 I'm so glad you've enjoyed them, and I hope you'll enjoy lagalm as well! (And who knows? Maybe you can stick around for the Nixon x OFC fic that I'm about to start posting as well 🤭) Thank you so much for the request, and I hope you enjoy this! As always, this is written for the fictional depictions from the show - no disrespect to the real life veterans! Warnings: mentions of war

Being inside again after so much time spent freezing in foxholes is a dramatic change of pace. The wooden pew of the church isn’t exactly a comfortable place to rest, but at least there’s a roof over your head, walls around you, candlelight, and more importantly, warmth.

Still, the old wood of the pew squeaks as you readjust your position on it, over and over again. You wince every time you hear the sound. Is it as loud to everyone else as it is to you? The chatter of men talking to each other in low voices is slowly starting to die down as more and more men turn their tired eyes to the group of women at the front of the church, letting their harmonies wash over them. Here and there, you can spot a few men leaning their heads on their hands, their eyelids drooping as sleep creeps in.

You un-wad the jacket you had been trying to use for a pillow and put it back on. If you can’t sleep on it, then it can at least keep you warm. Just because you can’t sleep doesn’t mean that everyone else has to stay up. You settle in, trying to find a position that’s comfortable and doesn’t make the creaking pew sing louder than the lullaby coming from the front of the church.

“Well, this doesn’t look comfortable at all.” The pew creaks as Babe plops down beside you. He surveys your position with furrowed brows. “You really gonna sleep like that, (Y/N)?”

Grunting, you push yourself back up so that you’re sitting. With new space available, Babe slides closer to you. “No. I don’t think I’ll sleep at all. I just didn’t want to bother anyone.”

“Only person you’re going to bother is yourself. Break your damn neck laying like that.”

“Not much else I can do,” you mutter. At least here you can stretch your legs. You didn’t get that luxury in Bastogne, all scrunched up in a foxhole almost every second of every day.

All around you, more and more men are dropping off. Only a few people are left sitting up, as most of them have leaned over, making beds out of the pews, or falling asleep slumped forward. Babe’s eyes rove over the scene, then flick to you.

“Aren’t you going to try to sleep?” he asks.

The thing is, you are tired. So, so tired. All you want to do is curl up under a warm blanket and let a blissful sleep overtake you. But it’s not just that you can’t get comfortable. It’s that you can’t fully relax here. You’ve been on alert so long that you aren’t sure you remember how to do that.

“I would if I could.” You shrug. “I don’t know. I might just keep watch.”

“I think the nuns have got that covered,” Babe notes, nodding toward a few of the nuns who stand scattered around the room, still as statues, watching over the sleeping men like silent protectors.

You sigh. Babe is right. So then why can’t you just go to sleep?

“Here.” Casually, Babe slings an arm around your shoulders and pulls you close to him. If he feels your posture go rigid with surprise, he has the decency not to point it out. The initial shock quickly wears off, and you allow yourself to relax against him, since that seems to be what he wants. “Let’s just take deep breaths,” he suggests.

“Huh?”

“I don’t know. Something my mom did for me when I couldn’t sleep as a kid. Just try to match my breathing.” Together, you take deep inhales, filling your lungs, and then exhale together. After a few cycles, you feel yourself relax ever so slightly. Your heart isn’t beating quite so fast, at least. You hadn’t even realized how elevated your heart rate was.

“Better?”

“Somewhat.”

“Good.”

“What now?”

Babe shrugs. “I don’t know. My mom used to tell me a story.”

“Well, then, tell me a story.”

He chuckles. “About what?”

You have to think for a minute. “You’re always talking about Philly. Tell me what it’s like there. Paint me a picture with words.”

“I don’t know about that last part, but I’ll try.” Babe clears his throat, suddenly a bit more serious, his voice soft as he starts describing the city that he loves. The way sunlight peaks through the fog on early mornings. The towering buildings. The friendly faces on the streets. Football games outside of his school. Watching the city begin to glow as dusk moves in, quickly followed by a night where the stars are all the lit-up windows twinkling everywhere you look.

At some point, your eyes flutter shut. You don’t bother to fight it. Part of you feels bad, though, because Babe sounds so happy describing his hometown, and you don’t want to miss any of it. You could stay like this forever, floating gently in the haze of oncoming sleep while vividly imagining the world he describes.

“Are you asleep?” Babe whispers.

You sigh, too far gone to answer. Part of you wants to tell him to keep going, but you can’t collect yourself enough to communicate. Instead, you feel your head drop over onto his shoulder. He’s warm. It feels nice, so you stay there.

“Goodnight,” you hear him whisper, and then, you drop off, safe with his arm around you and with his words to set the scene for beautiful dreams.  

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TRIANGLE OF DESIRES.

chapter one. 001. A good fucking mistake.

The day started off as normal as usual. Suguru was in the kitchen making breakfast for you both since he was the only one able to do so without burning down the whole kitchen. Gojo walks over to the kitchen counter and takes a pic of Suguru from the back. "This will do" Gojo says. "Post me too, toru", You pout at Gojo. "When you look like you were fighting wars before you woke up? Hell no" Gojo sarcastically says. You roll your eyes at him as you brush your hair. Gojo types down on his phone for few seconds before throwing it on the couch. Soon a notification from Geto's phone follows. "You didn't tag me?" You ask Gojo. Gojo stares at you blankly. Soon another notification from your phone follows and gojo rolls his eyes at you. You giggle as you repost gojo's mention of you in his story.

Gojo is an influencer and Geto is a model. You are a youtuber. You started off with only 1k subscribers, from what your followers in social media could provide you. But you are one successful youtuber now. Why? because of your best friends. "Living with my two best friends" is a series your audience seems to enjoy very much. You had no business living with two of your very attractive friends, but they bought you money and whole lotta fame. Who are you to say no? Don't get me wrong, you did love them. They have been there for you at your highs and lows and you love them for it. But from how Geto and Gojo toss around girls after sleeping with them? You simply couldn't love them fully for that. That's one of the reasons why you were never really romantically attracted towards either of them. No matter how much others envied you for living with such attractive guys. Other than that, everything was fucking great.

Both Gojo and Geto's label loves the fame your channel brings to them. It helped boost up Gojo's career as an influencer. And for Geto, he was always popular for his gentleman behaviour. He would often stand up for other women whenever they were in trouble. No matter how many girls he brang to bed, he hasn't ever disrespected a single one of them. Gentleman my ass, you thought. His popularity helped his name to reach out to a model agencies and here he was, almost a professional model who walked for the best fucking brands out there. As for Gojo, He was popular in college for his good looks but his personality gave it away. Gojo would often get in fights and Geto would have to save his ass from it. Despite his looks, girls would often be scared to approach him for his fighting tendencies. Nevertheless, he got away with his reputation and is a successful influencer now. He goes around whole day posting his life on instagram and earns money from it.

You guys met in college and have been inseparable since then. The three of you were quite famous. And all for your looks. "I really hate my label" Gojo throws his head back and leans against the sofa. "I don't see why I need to go work today. My hell of a manager won't leave me the fuck alone" Geto sighs. "Why do you guys have work on saturday" you complain. "I thought we could watch movies the whole day today". "I know right" Geto puts his arms around your shoulder and massages the spot his hands rest on your right shoulder. "I promise to come up with something fun by the time I am home. All three of us will have a blast" Gojo says excitedly. "Sure" you roll your eyes once again. Geto kisses your temple and gets up from the couch. You watch as Both Gojo and Geto walk up to their respective rooms to get ready for the day.

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The whole day was very unproductive for you. After Geto and Gojo left, you had to entertain yourself with movies. The movies were too damn boring and nothing you did seemed to make you happy. Now it was finally 9 pm, meaning, Both your friends will be back soon. Finally you had found a reason to be happy for the first time today. You hear the door unlocking and happily walk towards it to welcome your best friend. The door opens to reveal Geto with a flower bouquet and a big shopping bag. You raised an eyebrow at him in questioning look to conceal your excitement. "My label, it was giving away all this cool clothes I thought you would like" he hands you the bag. "Thank you!" you squeal and hug him. "And I bought booze!" Gojo exclaims as he comes up from behind Geto. "Gojo dropped at my office and wanted to buy alcohol. That fucker made me pay for everything" Geto complains as he walks inside. "Aww, come on man, I know you love me" Gojo says as he slaps Geto's shoulders playfully. You laugh as you help Gojo bring in the cartoon of booze Gojo was carrying.

"So now? what's the plan for today" you ask them. Both Gojo and Geto exchange looks. "What?" you ask. "How about we lighten up with drinks first and Gojo tells you his plan?" Geto says as he wraps his hands around your shoulder and leads you to the living room. "I don't like this" you say while eyeing both of them. Once, you had found yourself in a similar situation like this and Gojo had suggested something so absurd for entertainment that you and Geto had to knock him drunk and put him on bed before he suggested something more horrible. It was to fucking pee in a bottle and give it to a neighbour saying it's "a special juice" as a form of prank. "Oh trust me it's nothing like last time" Geto assures you as Gojo walks to the kitchen to get you guys glasses.

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You are five glasses down as you feel yourself getting dizzy. Geto leans against the back of the couch and spreads his legs to get comfortable. "Oh dude stop, we know its big" Gojo says with playful irritation in his voice. "Oh I bet it is" you jokingly say. Suddenly Geto gets up from his comfortable position and looks agt Gojo again. They silently nod at each other and face you. "What?" you ask, clearly sensing they had planned something big on their way here. "Well uh, Gojo had came up with something just for fun for us tonight" Geto says while fidgeting with the thread of his grey sweatpants. You look at both of them, already guessing that whatever follows won't be nice. "Do you promise to not beat us up if I say it?" Gojo asks you with puppy eyes. "I'm too tipsy to do it" You reply. "It's just a game alright? Nothing serious" Gojo says nervously. "Yeah I get it Gojo, what is it?" "Really, it's something silly me and Gojo planned. Nothing to worry about" "I get it, but what is it?" "It really is meaningless, doesn't mean anything" "You can say no if you want to" "Can you guys fucking tell me what it is?" "It won't change anything between us, I promise" "YEAH BUT WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU GUYS PLANNED"

Gojo exhales before saying, "I don't know- it feels like a bad idea now". "At least we should ask her" Geto says as he nudges Gojo with his elbow. Clearly, he too, is excited for what Gojo has planned. You stare at them in defeat. Gojo and Geto are the last person on earth to hesitate before saying something. Especially Gojo. What is it? You thought. Are they going to suggest a threesome? That's something Geto would never agree to- "How about you take turns giving us head" Gojo says, too fast, almost as if he'd rather you did not hear him say that. "what" you say, completely flabbergasted.

"Yeah it was a bad idea" Geto says as he gets up. "It's okay. Pretend you never heard it" he adds. "wait" you say. Both Geto and Gojo look at you in sync. "What's in there for me?" You ask bravely. "You are getting our cock in your mouth, baby. Isn't that enough?" Gojo asks while smiling widely. Yeah, he is very excited. "Don't be a dick satoru. I will get you more of these clothes" Geto says while pointing at the shopping bag on the floor. "That works fine I guess" You say. "You see, me and Geto talked it over with. It will be a small game. You will suck us off one after another. Whoever cums first is the looser" Gojo explains.

You consider all the possibilities to yourself. Certainly after this, things won't be the same. Even if you guys decide to pretend like it never happened, there would still be a high tension. What if Geto and Gojo toss you out like they do to other girls? The thought almost makes you stand up and leave the room. But then you notice both of them looking at you with anticipation so you think to yourself, yeah, one time can't hurt. "That's fine by me" you tell them.

"Me first!" Gojo exclaims as he pushes Geto from beside you and sits on the couch. Geto shakes his head in acceptance and takes out his phone. He holds the clock app open in front of your faces. "I will start it once Gojo is hard and you are ready" He says. "No need" Gojo says as he adjusts his pants, the bulge already visible. Seriously? you think. He got hard just like that? But then you notice your hard nipples visible from your tank top so now you know why Gojo got hard. It makes you wonder if he gets hard like this often because you are almost never wearing bra. "So, ready?" geto asks "Hell yeah" Gojo says loudly as both of you roll your eyes.

You tie up your hair in a ponytail and pull down Gojo's pants. It wasn't your first time. You have had boyfriends before and you know how to do it. Actually you are quite good at it. Five minutes is all it will take you to make Gojo cum. Only five minutes. You hold Gojo's cock in your hand and start rubbing it up and down. Gojo throws his head back in pleasure as the stopwatch in Geto's phone stays on the table, seconds and seconds passing by... You start licking Gojo's dick from the bottom to up while maintaining eye contact with him. Gojo's eyes is locked in with yours and his mouth open, taking heavy breaths. You tease his tip with your tongue. Licking and rubbing the tip of your tongue on his foreskin, which makes low whimpers escape his mouth.

You take a his whole dick in your mouth and push it deep in your throat. Gojo groans as his hands grip the back of your skull and pushes you further down. You choke as a tear falls down from your eyes. "Mhmm..Fuck... you are doing so good" Satoru groans as his hands find the back of your head and pushes your skull down his cock. You palm his balls as more tears fall down your eyes. "Fuck" Gojo curses as more whimpers follow. "Ngh... fuck.. I can't keep it in anymore" Gojo moans as his hands keep bobbing your head down his cock. You lick the base of Gojo's dick then trail your tongue up to his tip. You run his dick around the tip of your tongue like a popsicle. That's all it takes for Satoru to reach his edge. Warm cum flows out of his dick on the base of your tongue. You keep your lips locked around his dick till he finally finishes cumming. You look at Satoru in the eye as you swallow his loads.

Gojo's breathing is still heavy as he watches you lick the corner of your lips. "Fuck" he throws his head back. "Exact five minutes" Geto says as he takes his phone from the table and stops the timer. There is a smirk on his face as he sits on the couch and nudges Gojo to get up. Telling him it's his turn now. Gojo gets up from the couch and pulls his pants back. "Any reviews? Feedbacks? Comments?" you playfully ask Gojo. "Your ex boyfriends weren't lying when they said you suck dick like an ovulating bitch who loves dick like she loves food" Gojo says. You bite your lips as you sultrily smile at him. "Why, thank you' you say. "My turn now" Geto says, with hint of impatience in his voice. Gojo sits on the same chair geto was sitting the whole time you were sucking him off as he takes his phone out. "I will start the stopwatch when your pants are off" he points at Geto. You play with the strings of geto's sweatpants as you maintain eye contact with him. You pull down his pants and hold his cock. A low sound escapes his throat as he looks down at the beautiful sight of you between his legs.

Without wasting more time, you start licking it up from the bottom to his tip. Unlike Gojo, Geto doesn't show his satisfaction by throwing his head back or even letting a whimper escape his mouth. It makes you want to suck him harder only just to exude a reaction from him. Geto maintains straight eye contact with you as he wraps your hair around his wrists and pushes your head down his cock with it. You rest your palms against his inner thighs and let Geto bob your head up and down his cock using your hair. Geto exhales deeply as he pushes his cock down your throat and you start to choke. You use your tongue more as he pushes your head up and down his dick only as to make him make the smallest of sound. And he does. A small moan escapes Geto's mouth as his grip on your hair lightens a bit. Indicating that he is close. You start sucking his dick harder and push it down your throat more. Geto's grip on your hair tightens again as he is slowly pushing your head down his cock now. So he likes the process harsh and can't even cum without me slowing down first? wow, you think to yourself. Geto lets out a moan and soon your mouth is filling with hot liquid.

You swallow it all and look up at Geto. His mouth is left in an O and his breathing still heavy. "Four minutes and 30 seconds. Really Geto?" Gojo says in disbelief. You laugh as you get up and tie your hair back in place after Geto had made it messy. "I thought you were better than me" Gojo says, still shocked. Geto doesn't say anything, too embarrassed from his failure. "I will take my leave now" you get up from the floor. "I am tired" you say. "Wait" Gojo stops you. "What?" "Nothing" "Seriously?" "Well I think we should-" "You should go rest now [name]" Geto cuts Gojo's speech. "Alright" you stretch your arms above your head and then walk to your room and close the door.

"Are you crazy?" Geto asks Gojo after you are gone. "Why? i thought we talked it out" Gojo says, feeling attacked by Geto's words. "Seriously Satoru? I don't even know how to face her tomorrow forget even about a threesome after the weird game you pulled tonight" Geto says. "Weird??? I thought we were in this together. Don't act like you didn't just have the time of your life few moments ago. And it's ruined already Suguru, Stop being a pussy and stress over it." Gojo says. "I don't know... I will ask her to pretend tonight never happened" Suguru says. "ABSOLUTELY NOT" Gojo snaps. Geto throws a cushion at Gojo for being loud and gets up from the couch. "I am too dizzy right now from tonight's events to even talk with you, Satoru. Let's wake up early tomorrow and discuss it over before confronting her. It is a good thing she went to her room than to ask us what we are now. Goodnight" Geto walks to his living room and closes the door. Gojo sighs as he leaves for his own room too.

Well, whatever happened, happened. It wasn't as if the three of you never had meaningless hookups before. If you had to pretend that nothing happened, then so be it. It's not like you can undo what you did. After all, playing ignorant was something the three of you excelled in.

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author's note: OH MY GOD SORRY FOR RELEASING THIS CHAPTER SO LATE. I kept over thinking my writing style :( LMAO lmk how it was it's really appreciated!!!!

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[asherloki]

helloooo :)

i was wondering if u could write somthing about anderson disrespecting reader when they join cases with sherlock, but always behind their backs

but then sherlock hears and he starts (trying) to beat him up, and anderson puts up a good fight, however sherlock still wins

he goes home to 221B and reader is shocked asking who hurt him and what he did, but he doesn’t give away anything, and simply tell them not to worry about it. whilst reader is patching up his wounds, john comes back and starts saying how cool, dangerous and reckless beating up anderson for reader was and they’re just flustered and shocked, saying thank you to sherlock (maybe a first kiss scene?)

reader also gives anderson a piece of their mind - not because he disrespected them, because he beat up sherlock :)

tysm and ur work is amazing!!!!

Detective's doll

Bbc Sherlock x reader

Word count:- 840

A/n:- listen guys, just one or two fic will come this month, once October is here I'll be doing Halloween fics! I've shared some prompts do check! Fandoms you know, otherwise check my masterlist.

"you think I can help you with this case?" I enquired to Sherlock not believing he asked my help suddenly for a case. I've been fond of him since I moved in. He can seem cold, unfriendly, some people may describe him as arrogant as well. I was no exception, however living with him taught he's actually pretty lonely. Especially since john watson was married. Sometimes when he's working or sitting with his microscope he looks as pure as a child who just needs a hug. I do want to hug him tight sometimes but he's not very fond of touches innit? So I never dared.

"that's why I asked you, look this case includes information about victorian literature and by seeing your side of the bookshelf " he said pointing to our bookshelf, his side was filled with books about chemistry, science, anatomy and mine was filled with victorian classic novels, mostly, "I think you can help us with this".

"okay then" I must admit I was over the moon. A real life adventure was calling me, how could I not be thrilled.

In evening we went to Scotland yard, I felt excited about being able to help these men. Especially Sherlock, he introduced me to lestrade and informed him that I'll be joining their quest. His agreement confirmed my involvement before I went with him to his office to get some information about the case, I thought Sherlock was following me however I turned around to find out he was going to a different direction, he was walking towards Andersen. Perhaps he had business with him, but one question still lingered, he doesn't quite like Andersen that much.

When I came back with a folder in my hand which contained some information put inside, not in an organised way, I looked around for Sherlock, it seemed like he was gone, and for some reason people or I must say other officers there stared at me. I wondered why, maybe because I don't usually visit their office. Though their furrowed brows told some different story.

After I got to Baker Street I found the flat's door already open,

"Sherlock?" I called, to make sure it was him who opened the door, and not some break in, "is it you in there?" I walked in showing some bravery, trying to make least noise possible to find Sherlock struggling with the first aid box.

"gosh" I went closer to him and I gasped as I found out he had a cut along his cheek bone, and some more wounds accompanying "what the... what happened?"

"nothing" replied the detective, still trying to get the box open. I noticed his knuckles were hurt too as they were all red, it was the reason for his struggle with the first aid box. They were hurting him as he tried to open it.

"fine don't tell me" the only thing I couldn't bring myself to like about him was his habit of keeping things hidden, "do me a favour and sit" I wonder if my eyes reflected all the concern I felt for him. It may have, for he stared at me for a few seconds then obeyed without any objection. I took some medicine in cotton to apply over his cut.

"ow" he pulled away as the medicine on the wound felt like burn.

"I know it might hurt but please.." as I said and he nodded in agreement, it appeared to how much I fancied this moment, me taking care of him, even though he was hurt, and that was the part I disliked. I continued to do my job until John Watson came bursting in,

"oh gosh you're here, you did amazing" he seemed overjoyed and I bet I could see all his 32 teeth the way he smiled.

"let's not talk about it" said Sherlock softly. My confusion rose at this point, does john know what happened?

"no wait" I forbid him to interfere, "what happened john?"

"wait you don't know?" he asked in a way as if I'm the one who should be knowing this before others, although he was well aware how secretive his friend can be.

"how's mary? Is pregnancy bothering her?" Sherlock interrupted again, with his terrible skill of small talk.

"shhh" I hushed him "speak up John".

"Sherlock beat up Andersen" He spoke finally.

"he did what?"

"yes, because..."

"you said enough" Sherlock forbid him again.

"no he hasn't" I said, "because?" I turned to John.

"because Andersen said shit about you" John's words left his mouth and hit me, one because Andersen said something bad about me? but I never were mean to him even for once, why would he do that? and two, Sherlock beat him for that? For me?

"it wasn't just.." Sherlock started to say something, he was lacking excuses so he stuttered until I spoke,

"really?"

"yes, Andersen is beaten up terribly by him" replied john, "and you shouldn't bother about what he said".

That only meant it was very mean, "I'd still like to know"

"dumb doll of the detective" said Sherlock, "that's what he told you, you're dumb, a doll who's is controlled by me"

I gasped at this not knowing what to say.

"an opportunist" followed by a few seconds of quietness, "he said more but..."

It felt terrible, no wonder other words were far more worse that Sherlock couldn't bring himself to speak.

"anyway" John said breaking the silence. "I better go home, Mary might need me."

Waving us he went and left us wondering about the situation. I turned to Sherlock as I was yet to understand all those cuts and wounds he endured, were all to protect my image? To protect me from words? He knew then how sensitive I am under the cover of a strong person, "you fought him for me?"

He nodded in response, followed by the heavy exhale.

"and why?"

"because you don't deserve disrespect, and obviously not from someone like Andersen." he replied.

I don't know why but that moment I didn't care if he likes being touched or not instead I wrapped my arms around his neck and placed my chin on his head, sniffing his hair and realising his shampoo has a decent smell, no wonder his curls were like a soft pillow. It forced me to lean my cheek too with a smile that appeared on my lips, "you didn't have to, but thanks"

"no problem" he said taking my hand, and caressing it, as if it was an assurance, a promise that my palm was safe in his hand.

Next day Sherlock, john and I went to Scotland yard where I found the sight of beaten up Andersen, oh how... terrible honestly. I felt bad how wounded he was but atleast he'll think twice before disrespecting me, or anyone. Sherlock made sure of that.

"you guys go inside, I'll be with you in a minute" I said walking to Andersen, although Sherlock pulled me a little by my wrist to say,

"listen" Sherlock said, "don't put up a fight I did it already"

"I won't" we exchanged smiles and I went to catch Andersen,

"Andersen!" I called.

He looked horrified yet fuming at me he said, "you? what do you want?"

With some strength in my voice I stated, as politely as possible yet stern, "next time if want to say something, make sure it's on my face, but if you dare again, my detective will kill you, I'm his doll afterall, he won't let you play with me like that" then I went a little closer and replied in a hushed voice, "I'm his to love, his to keep, his to adore." This may haven't scared him but infuriated him even more, so I stepped backwards with a smile, now that my threat did it's job and walked away, just one more time I turned around to wave him, a mocking wave to be more clear, "see ya".

[inventedfangirling]

pran-so-cool to pran-so-brave

We all talk about pran so cool to pran in love and yes of course everybody needs to talk about that growth all the time forever and ever cos really it gave us one of the most beautiful and respectful love stories of all time, but i also wanna take a teensy second to talk about how pran so brave too.

Jumping into a body of water to help a drowning person not easy. putting your thoughts and feelings into a song and then singing it out loud, not easy. Confronting years of lying and suppression and hurt, standing up to an overbearing parent is definitely not easy.

Dealing with insecurities, voicing those insecurities, working to overcome those insecurities not easy. confronting your feelings, taking a leap ready to get hurt if that happens, and then deciding to stick through one person no matter the hurdles also farthest from easy. Pran has done so many brave things over the course of his young life but right now i just wanted to focus on what he did in episode 10 in this scene.

Like seriously picture this, you're out with your boyfriend, grocery shopping have a wonderful time teasing and goofing off with each other and then bam, his bitch ass of a dad appears and see's you in a not entirely uncompromising situation.

And then without even thinking of where they are or how they are literally just kids, this man begins to get aggressive with them.

I can't even explain just how triggered this scene or just the gif of it even makes me...that said i need to talk about it because just can't get over the significance of what pran did here.

On paper he is just standing up to defend his boyfriend from an aggressive man but of course in reality he is actually putting himself between a fully grown adult man and his own adult son (who lets not forget is physically stronger than Pran). I need me and you and everybody to process the fact that Pran is at heart (and brain development wise) still very much a child. He is barely 20 and he is gay and he is in public with his boyfriend in a conservative country (i know there is no homophobia in the bb universe but still!)

And suddenly he is outed and then this aggressive loud man who is his boyfriend's dad and his family's sworn enemy comes and starts being aggressive with Pat with whom he has as far as Pran knows had a pretty smooth at least non violent relationship (that we know of) so then do we realize how incredible is it that Pran immediately put himself between Pat and Ming??? Not only is he physically no match for Ming. But in how society would view it, he really had no place there? and because there hasn't been a history of Ming being aggressive with Pat, Pran needn't have done what he did, since in his mind such a grim possibility is not looming large.

And yet the moment he saw that Pat was possibly in danger, that very instant he comes in front of Pat, trying to calm the situation down? I'm just...that's just....so so very brave of him?!! My brain truly cannot comprehend the inexplicable amount of love Pran must have towards Pat to exhibit that level of protectiveness without even taking a second to think of his own safety or anything against Pat's own father??? Pran who hasn't had the best most healthy relationship with his own parents was standing up for Pat against his father!

And then to be shoved aside like that to the side, in such a violent manner, being looked at with so much contempt, with all those people watching. And then going back home to stand up to his mother only to get shouted at and slapped??

And then years of distance and time and growth later, he comes back and he actually brings a gift for that very man who as far as we know didn't even apologise to Pran or Pat for what he did to them there. a man who for years had kept them away from each other, filling ideas of hate into their minds (with ample help from dissaya ofc) and disrespecting and demeaning both of them??

Pran really took all that hate that was directed at him and he returned it in the form of love, he did it for pat's sake, but he did it none the less.

He really embodied "i will be tender hearted despite despite despite" and he did it while he was growing professionally and personally.

I'm sorry but look at that smile???? only the vilest spawn of satan could hate him my heart is about to burst rn.

He fr took some of the sourest lemons life offered him and along with pat turned it into a lemonade so sweet even 20 rewatches can't wash the sweetness off of it and i genuinely can't help but marvel in awe. I seriously need to sit down and think about this for days weeks ever cos really it is just something else. Pran is just something else.

He shows us how we're more than our trauma, how our choices are what define us and that even if it's difficult we can make that journey, and that we can do it with love.

[pommunist]

I don't wanna say this under my own name because I'm friends with too many Quackity fans, but god, everything about his actions just makes me think that what he cares about is just avoiding legal trouble and protecting his own public image

And maybe also about his friends to be fair

(I mean to his credit, I don't think he cares about money either)

He says he's doing all this for the viewers, but I guess that doesn't include the viewers who care about the French streamers or the French characters

And I don't see any hint of him genuinely caring about the workers. This is not how you treat someone you care about. He keeps implying that he can't talk to anyone because of "leaks" but what the fuck could be so bad about the "leaks" that it justifies this kind of disrespect? Why is this secrecy more important than the needs of the workers?

Nobody's asking him to reveal his biggest secrets to the workers, everyone is just asking for him to TALK to them at least, and hearing them out

He also says he can't talk because he doesn't want to make false promises, then just say that! Again, nobody asked him to promise them a job in the future, we just want him to be honest and respectful! Just tell them directly that you don't know yet and listen to their thoughts on the situation! Ask them how you can alleviate the inconvenience if it's within your means! Just talk to them like they're fellow adults who are capable of having a reasonable conversation! Because they are!

The union mentioned that some of the workers had basically been told by management that they should be grateful to be allowed to work for Quackity Studios and ngl, I wonder if this is not only the view of higher management but of Quackity himself too. That's the question I keep asking myself and not daring to say out loud: does he see the lower level workers as just fans who should be happy they were even allowed to participate at all?

- 🐧

First I never mind anonymous asks so no problem dont worry !

Second I tbh don’t want to assume what Q true intentions really are because heavy speculation isn’t productive and can lead to more stress in general. However I think that we can agree that he isn’t doing it all for the money, given that we’ve always known QSMP was never and problably even supposed to be a profitable thing (just the hosting and translation costs alone point to this).

That said, I do agree that everything that has been done up to this point and since Lea started to reveal things seems to be more damage control and trying to avoid legal issues than actually trying to be fair to the workers. This isn’t even speculation if you consider the sudden firing of Twitter admins and the silent towards all the other admins.

Obviously, when you’re a company or an individual you wanna avoid a lawsuit at all cost. It is a logical business move, morally I don’t agree with that mindset ofc, and I also feel like it’s a misunderstanding of the intentions of most of the admins.

I don’t know any of them personally but none of them, so far, have publicly said they wanted to take the legal route or even sue Qstudios. In fact, most if not all of them have expressed their love of the project and wished for it to continue with better working conditions. Some admins also said they didn’t care about getting paid, that volunteer work was fine if they had done it without the stress and pressure. Side note if it ever comes out that some admins want to take the legal route to make their rights be recognised and be compensated then my full support to them.

As if he is doing all this for preserving his image (i say IF) then what a terrible job he’s doing. I hope I’m making very clear that QSMP and Q’s image with french speakers fans (and non fans, and other French Ccs) is in literal ruins.

Also I feel like there was a genuine wish to add different cultures, I’m talking specifically about the French and BRs here, but an underestimating of the work it takes to actually merge people from different backgrounds and that it goes beyond just putting CCs from all over the world on minecraft with a translator. The fact that there was no FR, PT or KR speaking upper admin at all in the team baffles me to this day.

Worst thing is that we probably only know like a fraction of the overwork, miscommunication and intimidation that went on behind the scenes. Heart aches for all of those who went through it. All the love to them ♥️

[anonsickficker]

{childe/tartaglia/ajax} office hours [short_scenarios]

CONTENT BENEATH THE CUT CONTAINS MENTIONS OF {ERUCTATION}, PLEASE BE WARNED!!!

Just as you're about to enter his office, you hear Childe attempt to mask a belch with a decently faked cough. It's much too obvious to fool you though. Childe had previously personally allowed you to enter his office freely, and though you're not sure of the reasoning for this rule, you utilise it freely, delivering documents to him when need be.

"Pardon my intrusion, Young Master. There is a new case of a few business owners in Fontaine who have refused to repay their long overdue loans for the past six months.", though this isn't a main concern to the Fatui, you speculate that Sir Pierro may be doting on Childe, what with all of these overseas cases. Childe has been known to enjoy travelling, after all.

Childe sits behind massive piles of documents, all stacked atop his spacious desk. You watch as he hiccups into his fist, struggling to regain his breath as he places another hand on his chest. His cheeks grow redder than before, but he pushes his embarrassment to the side and clears his throat, in hopes to distract you from his lack of an appropriate response to your report. You only meet his eyes, not daring to blink or look away, as you've heard of the severe consequences that the other Harbingers have been known to dish out to your coworkers for acts of impudence. Childe doesn't seem like the type of person to berate you for such minuscular acts of disrespect, as per your past experiences as the attendant of the Eleven Harbingers.

"Sorry,", he catches another belch on its way out, closing his mouth and covering it with his fist, "would you mind putting that to the far right of my desk? Next to the pile of requests, thanks."

He seems to watch you expectantly as you place the neatly bound papers where he'd told you to, and you notice his face drop out of the corner of your eye as you proceed to situate yourself on one of the plush couches in this office. There are documents cluttered over the low coffee table as well, and this is admittedly the first time you've seen Childe so swamped with work before.

"Your assistance isn't necessary, attendant. You may leave."

His strained voice is concerning, as if he's got something stuck in his throat. You're not sure what's happened to him, but overeating is your first and most likely assumption, as Childe has consistently been invited to business meals since his return from his long trip to Liyue. He presses his hand further into his chest, hiccupping once again with his mouth sewn shut.

"My apologies, Young Master. Sir Pierro has instructed me to assist you while you complete your work. I am prohibited from taking my leave until I have properly fulfilled my orders.", although it's muffled by the inside of his forearm, you hear Childe belch thickly again whilst you speak, and you can't help but feel a little pity for the man.

"Then, come here.", he beckons you to approach him with a casual wave of his hand. You lift yourself from the couch and make your way to face him in front of his desk.

"Water."

"Pardon?", you say, but a simple 'pardon' is nothing but a complete understatement of a word to express your disbelief.

Childe nods towards a glass bottle of water, tilts his head upwards, and opens his mouth wide. You don't see a serving glass around, and Childe seems to pick up on your visible confusion.

"Just pour it into my mouth. That is the only way you'll be able to help me. Then be off,", he smiles like an angel, and for a second you forget about this man's numerous unforgivable crimes against humankind, "I don't need anything other than that."

He opens his mouth once more, exposing the pale length of his neck. You start to pour the contents of the bottle into his mouth, as slowly as you can, watching his Adam's Apple bob up and down as he swallows the steady stream. Honestly, you're sort of amazed at how he hasn't choked a single time throughout this entire ordeal.

Eventually, you notice that Childe has started to let the liquid pool in his mouth, and it fills up fast- almost too fast for you to react. You turn the bottle back upright, almost fascinated at the fact that only a few slivers of water from the entire liter remains. Childe wipes the excess droplets off his chin with the back of his hand.

You place the bottle back onto his desk, and step back to watch Childe swallow the rest of the water in one borderline sickeningly loud gulp, then exhale through his nose. While his mouth is still shut, he buries the lower half of his face into his forearm to let an uncontrollably long and airy belch rip through his esophagus.

"Shit, excuse me, sorry about that.", though it's barely noticeable, you see his face flush as he raises his head out of his arm. He burps a few more times, smaller and quieter behind his closed mouth, as you wait for your orders.

"You-", Childe hiccups, and he's almost too late to clap a hand over his mouth, but he manages, "you may leave now, attendant."

You bow your head as thanks, and he responds with a slightly distorted 'have a nice day' as you exit the Eleventh Harbinger's office.

But at this point, do you really still need all of these formalities?

its another short scenario! it is low quality like the rest of the post on here... 🙇‍♀️ childe is very cute when he tries to seem competent 😊 hes probably the type of person who only breaks down panting when hes alone 😢 anyways, childe is cute!

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Pilot

Lily was sat at the bar drinking tequila while Maze was cleaning glasses when she felt her brother's presents as he entered the big room with sweaty people making out and dancing, while music played. As Lucifer sat down beside her as Maze spoke up.

"Where have you been?" She asked not even turning around from leaning against the bar.

"Oh, holed up in a chateau, copulating with a young woman named Faith. It's ironic, isn't it?" Lucifer smiled

"Thank you, Patrick. You can go." Maze said and the guy on his knee's in front of her got up and walked away as Lucifer chuckled as Lily grabbed the bottle of tequila and poured more in her glass.

"You little devil." Lucifer said

"What? I dropped something." Maze said seductively.

"Well, I'm sure you did." Lucifer said then turned to look at all the people, dancing, making out, and drinking around and his and his twin sisters club.

"Now, Lucifer, I am a big fan of sex." Maze said taking the bottle of tequila and pouring some into the glass.

"Obviously." Lucifer said turning his head towards her.

"But I didn't leave Hell to be a bartender. Shouldn't you be spending your valuable time doing something more significant? Your the lord of Hell, for crying out loud." Maze said as Lucifer scoffed.

"I am retired, Maze. I've got nothing but time. Same of this one. Thank you." Lucifer said patting his sisters shoulder then setting his glass down on the bar.

Maze started to pour more scotch into his glass when everything slowed down and the three devil's looked at each other.

"I think you two have a visitor." Maze said as Lucifer sighed grabbing the two glasses filled with scotch and Lily filled her cup back up with tequila before following her twin brother towards their other brother.

They stepped over the railing and sat down in front of their brother.

"Amenadiel, how's it hanging, big guy? Huh?" Lucifer asked

"Your guy's return to the Underworld has been requested." Amenadiel told them as Lily just took a sip of her tequila leaning back.

Oh, right, okay. Let me just check my calendar. Yeah, here it is. Uh, the seventh of never through to the 15th of ain't -gonna- happen. How does that work with you guys? Look, remind Dad that I quit Hell because I was sick and tired of playing a part in his play. Lily just came cause she never wanted to be their in the first place." Lucifer told him.

"I'm gonna warn you two against disrespecting our father, Lucifer." Amenadiel told him

"Yeah, well, our father's been disrespecting us since the beginning of time, so pot-kettle, don't you think?" Lily told him.

"You guys are a mockery of everything divine." Amenadiel told them as Lily took big swig of her tequila just staring at her shoes.

"Thank you. Thank you, but lately I've been doing a fair amount of thinking. Now, do you think I'm the Devil because I'm inherently evil, or just because dear old Dad decided I was?" Lucifer asked him

"What exactly do you think happens when the Devil leaves Hell?" Amenadiel asked and Lucifer and Lily both scoffed then Amenadiel got up and in their face, " All of those demons, all of those tormented or tortured souls, where do you think they go?" Amenadiel asked them.

"Don't know, don't care. Not my problem, brother. So consider the position officially open.And you, my feathered friend, can go to Hell." Lucifer said then Amenadiel's wings came out and he held Lucifer against the wall and Lucifer laughed, "Yeah, try it. You think father's upset now." Lucifer said and Amenadiel laughed putting his wings away.

"You know, he will not be merciful for much longer." Amenadiel said before he got in Lily's face.

"What about you, Lillian. You haven't said much." Amenadiel said as Lily started to stand up but Amenadiel pushed her back down and held her their. Lily kicked his chest sending him flying across the room.

"You can get the hell out now." She said getting up and climbing over the railing going back to the bar and not 3 seconds later everything went back to normal pace.

Lily was sat at the bar making a coin float in the air before Lucifer and a blond girl came and sat down and she put the coin away and hopped over the bar getting more tequila and just stood their drinking from her glass. She watched the girl and her brother go and sit down on one of the couches. Lily went outside sat down on the sidewalk leaning against the wall as she drank her tequila watching all the cars and people walked by. She'd been sitting there for about half an hour when Lucifer and the girl came out and they were talking and they hugged before someone drove by and shot at them making them both fall down before the car drove off and then a bus crashed into the car. Lily got up as Lucifer sat up gasping then looked at the girl. Lily looked at the car before walking over and she saw the guy in the back who was dead.

"Not yet." Lily said grabbing his collar as Lucifer walked up behind her.

"What did you do?" Lucifer asked him

"I'm sorry." The guy said

"Sorry...Why did you end her life?" Lucifer asked

" Why else? Money." The guy told him.

"Money.Oh, it's the times like this I wish I was still in Hell. All the fun activities I'd have planned for you." Lucifer told him.

"Hey, man, I just pulled the trigger." The guy said before gasping then his eyes closed. Lily let go before the sirens started as she walked back over to where the girl lied.

"What's her name?" She asked Lucifer.

"Delilah, I just was talking to her about how she needed to get her life together and she promised me she would." Lucifer said as he stared at her.

"Mhm. Sorry then." Lily said then she went inside.

Lily was sat the piano when Lucifer came in sat down beside her. Lucifer played while Lily went to the bar and got herself tequila before sitting on the bench beside her brother. It wasn't long before a detective came in, she was blonde with blue eyes, as Lucifer and her were the witnesses and she asked for their names.

"Lucifer Morningstar." 

"Lillian Morningstar." Lily and Lucifer told her and the detective just looked at them.

"Lucifer and Lillian Morningstar? Are those,uh, stage names or something?" She asked as she held her notepad in her hand.

"God-given, I'm afraid. You know, you look familiar. Have we met before?" Lucifer asked her

"Yeah, five minutes ago. And I'm asking the questions. Talk to me about your relationship with the victim." She told him.

"Well, she used to work here a few years back.I  would occasionally accompany her while she sang. Then she became a big star and someone decided to end her life." Lucifer told her

"Do either of you know the shooter?" She asked

"No." Lily told her.

"We did have an interesting little chat just  before he kicked off. I asked him why he did it." Lucifer told her then took a drink of his scotch.

"Huh, like to play cop, do you?" She said and Lucifer laughed.

"No, I just like to play in general, Detective. What about you?"Lucifer asked as Lily picked up where he left off at the piano and played quietly.

"So, you had a conversation with a dead guy? " She asked

"Oh no, he wasn't quite dead. His soul hadn't cross the threshold." Lucifer smiled.

"I see. Did he tell you why he did it?" She asked

"Money." Lily told her as she continued to play the piano.

"You humans, you love your money, don't you?" Lucifer said taking a sip of his scotch.

"Yes. Yes, we do. And, uh, what planet are you from-- London?" The detective asked.

"Yes, he also said, I just pulled the trigger. Now, don't you think that's interesting." Lucifer asked her.

"Delilah was shot to death by a drug dealer. And looks like Delilah herself kept the guy pretty busy. You know, it's sad, it's ugly, but it's not rocket science. Something probably went south between them. She get's riddled with bullets, and a nice little act of God takes him out." She said as Lucifer chuckled.

"You know, it doesn't work like that, Detective. It's quite a neatly wrapped little present for the LAPD, don't you think?"

"Why don't you tell me something? How does she end up dying in a hailstorm of bullets, and you two get away without a scratch? I think that's interesting. Don't you?"

"Well, she was actually just near by like 10 feet away sitting down. But the benefits of immortality." Lucifer said pointing at Lily. 

"Immortality. Mm, of course,uh, you spell that with one or two M's? I always forget." She asked as Lily stopped playing the piano and Maze brought over the bottle of tequila before walking away and Lily filled her glass up.

"What will your corrupt little organization do about this?" Lucifer asked

"Excuse me?" She asked

"Will you find the person responsible? Will they be punished? Will this be a priority for you? Because it is for me." Lucifer asked her.

"You got some balls on you, pal." She said crossing her arms.

"Oh, thank you very much, but they're really quite average." Lucifer told her smiling and the Detective didn't even break a smile.

"I bet." The detective as Lucifer held a finger.

"Now, are you sure that we haven't met? I could swear I've seen you naked. Have we had sex?" Lucifer asked her as she shook her head.

"We're done here." She said as she started to walk away.

"Uh, Detective, wait! Someone out their needs to be punished. We're not done." Lucifer said standing up and grabbing her arm.

"Yeah. Yeah, we are." She said walking out.

%

Lucifer and Lily walked into the wedding just as it was asked if anybody would like to oppose.

"Excuse me. Yeah, I have a problem. Has-has anyone else noticed how incredibly, jaw-droppingly, lion-stirringly beautiful this young woman is and how short, sweaty, and altogether fugly this homunculus is? I mean, what is this-- a wedding or a kidnapping? Do you know what I mean?" Lucifer said talking about the old man and young woman who were the ones getting married as they walked up the aisle to them.

"Yeah, good luck with that, Padre." Lily said to the priests with a cross on his chest.

"Ooh, why you're at it, say hey for me. It's been a while." Lucifer told him.

"Jimmy Barnes! Remember me?" Lucifer asked him as Jimmy gave him a laugh.

"Hey, man, this is a private event. How did you get in here?" Jimmy asked looking between the two Rulers of Hell.

"Yeah, and quite a lavish one for a record producer on the outs. You do remember me, don't you?" Lucifer asked him smiling.

"Yeah, yeah, I remember you. Now what do you want? I'm a little busy." Jimmy asked getting a little mad.

"Well, I can't believe that you're getting married the day after your ex-fiancee and once brightest star was murdered in cold blood." Lily said to him and she heard everyone gasp then start whispering.

"Yeah, that's very sad. But you know what, she ruined my wedding once. I'm not about to let that happen again." Jimmy told her and Lucifer.

"It's hard to be rejected, isn't it, Jimmy? Twice." Lucifer chuckled and looked at Jimmy's fiancee.

"What?" Jimmy asked

"Well, you tried to get her back recently. I mean, I'd kill someone if they denied me once. Not that that's possible.So, come on, what do you say, Jimbo, huh? Did you want her dead?" Lucifer asked him.

"Look, stop looking at me that way, you freak.I am not playing that mind game with you. No, of course not! I was furious and I was humiliated when she dumped me, but I think, I-I think I've rebounded pretty well." Jimmy said looking at his fiancee.

"Yes, clearly. Respect." Lucifer said as he looked Jimmy's fiancee up and down and she smiled at him.

"Should go play your mind games with 2Vile." Jimmy told them.

"The rapper?" Lily asked

"Come on. Delilah dumped me for that lunatic. They were always fighting. He slapped her around a bunch. He surrounds himself with gun-toting morons 24-7.He is the real deal." Jimmy told Lucifer.

"Right. Sorry, how rude. Allow me to introduce myself and my sister. Lucifer Morningstar. Lillian Morningstar, but call her Lily, she gets mad when people call her Lillian because our father calls her that." Lucifer said as he stared at Jimmy's fiancee.

"I really don't want to have sex with him tonight. Oh, my.. I'm sorry, I... I can't believe I just said that." She told him as a few people in the audience gasp and laugh.

"Oh, no,no,no. Let's be honest here. I mean, you're not marrying this human stain cause you're actually in love with him, right?" Lucifer asked her.

"Oh, god, no." She scoffed.

"No. Right. Well, we should get going. Ooh! Best of luck with you crazy kids, all right?" Lucifer said before him and Lily walked out.

Lucifer drove them 2Vile's house and rung the doorbell and the butler opened the door.

"Good Afternoon, Sir, Ma'am." The guy said.

"Yes, we're here to see the man sadly known as 2Vile-- is he in?" Lucifer said

"I'm sorry, sir. He's unavailable. He's in mourning, I'm afraid." The old gentlemen said.

"Right. We have narcotics for him." Lily held up a bag of white powder.

"Right this way, Ma'am." The older man said letting them.

"What is that?" Lucifer whispered asked.

"Powder sugar." Lily told him.

They followed the guy down the stairs where they saw a bunch of girls, people drinking, and loud music playing.

"Can someone please turn down this god-awful music! Hello, disco jockey! Thank you." Lucifer said once he turned the music.

"Who's this clown?" 2Vile asked his bulter

"They've got narcotics for you, sir." The guy told him.

"My name is Lucifer Morningstar, this is Lillain Morningstar, but call her lily cause if you call her Lillian she will probably rip your head off your shoulders." Lucifer told him.

"Lucifer Morningstar and Lillain Morningstar? Now, that's a good hip-hop name." 2Vile laughed.

"Well, that offends me." Lucifer said as him and Lily walked towards him.

"What, you don't like hip-hop?" 2Vile asked like it was the most idiotic thing ever.

"No, I most certainly do not." Lucifer told him as Lily just shook her head.

"Well, that offends me. You have a problem with black people?" 2Vile asked standing up

"No, not in the slightest. I just hate your music. And when I say your music, I mean your music. Not the music made by other black people. Without the blues, there'd be no devil's music whatsoever. There are, of course, many giants in the field. Just not you-- am I being I clear?" Lucifer told the guy.

"Yeah, you're being clear all right." 2Vile told him in a rude way.

"Good." Lucifer told him.

"If you're looking to get yourself killed." 2Vile said the music died completely and everyone in the room pulled out a gun and loaded it.

"Yes, well, don't waste your munitions-- We're immortal. Tell me about Delilah." Lucifer said as 2vile gave him a weird look

"You ain't seen the news? Bitch is dead." 2Vile said and it was quiet for a moment before Lucifer grabbed him by the collar and pushed him through the glass wall and held him over the balcony and someone shot but the rest just held their guns up.

"Don't shoot, you idiot! I didn't kill her." 2Vile told Lucifer

"Why should I believe you?" Lucifer asked him

"Because I love the girl." 2Vile said

"People sometimes kill people with whom they're in love. The heart's mysterious. So I'm told." Lucifer told him.

"Ain't like that. Girl made me crazy!" 2Vile told him.

"Woman can do that. Doesn't mean you should beat them up, does it?"

"We worked that out a long time ago.I hit her once 'cause i found out she was cheating on me." 2Vile said and Lucifer gave him a weird look before bringing him back up but still didn't let go of his chain.

"All right. With whom?" Lucifer asked him.

"I don't know. I don't know. She wouldn't tell me, all right? Said it was a big secret, some-some, uh, rich married guy." 2Vile told him.

"Well, does she have a friend that she might've confided in?" Lily asked him.

"She didn't trust no one, man. Uh, uh, her therapist. Her therapist is probably the only one who knows. She-she's some, uh,uh, Dr. Linda in-in Beverly Hills. Saw her, like, five times a week on the DL. Used a fake name, everything." 2Vile told him.

"Oh, did she now? Well, thank you for you time." Lucifer said and him and Lily turned around as the Detective from earlier walked in with the butler.

"LAPD! Guns down. On the floor, down! You two against the wall." The detective said as everyone followed her directions besides Lucifer and Lily.

"Detective, welcome to the party." Lucifer said.

"Grab the bucket, collect the guns. Now!" The Detective said pointing her gun at the butler.

"You sly dog, you did listen to me." Lucifer said to her.

"I ran the dead guy's cell phone. 2Vile was the last person he called." She said walking over to them.

"Come on, man." 2Vile said looking at her like she was dumb.

"What I find highly interesting is how you two made the connection on your own." She said looking at them.

"Well, I've been busy, my dear." Lucifer said and her eyes got kinda wide before she looked at 2Vile.

"Talk to me about Delilah." She told him.

"We've been over that one, Detective." Lily told her

"And why you called the shooter two days before she was murdered." Detective asked him as Lucifer smiled at her.

"Fine. Yeah, I called Eddie 'cause he hooks me up sometimes. He met Delilah through me. Whatever. Don't make me a killer, do it?" 2Vile asked

"No, but it does make you a suspect." She told him.

"What, so everyone on Eddie's phone's a suspect? Are you joking? You gonna drag half of Hollywood downtown. Be like the Oscars or something." 2Vile laughed.

"Wait, aren't you that chick from that film?" The guy behind 2Vile asked

"Hmm, what's this? What film?" Lucifer asked

"You used to be an actress or something, right?" He asked

"Yeah." The Detective quietly said nodding her head.

"That teen movie--I forget what it's called." The guy said

"Of course. Hot Tub High School. That's where I know you from." Lucifer pointed at her saying loudly.

"Let's just stick to my questions, shall we? So... " The went to say.

"The one with the famous nude scene, coming out of the hot tub! It was, like, a complete Fast Times rip-off. She was, like, the new Phoebe Cates!" Lucifer said looking around at all the guys and pointing at her.

"Thanks, I appreciate that." Detective said sarcastically.

"That was quite a nude scene." Lucifer smiled.

"I have far to many bullets in this thing for you to still be talking. You, we need to have a conversation right now." She told 2Vile who was about to say something.

"That's a waste of time, Detective. I've just threaten his life-- he's not our guy. He would've said, trust me." Lucifer told her as Lily grabbed the bottle of tequila of the table and a glass and poured her self a glass as 2Vile looked at her like he was about to shoot her.

"You did what?" Detective asked

"Yeah, isn't that illegal?" 2Vile asked

"Uh, little bit, yeah. You stay put. You, you're coming with me. You, well you seem to be quite the listener so just follow us, put the drink down." Detective told Lily who was mid-sip into her glass of tequila before Detective grabbed Lucifer and put him in hand cuffs.

"What? Ooh. With pleasure." Lucifer said as Lily chugged the rest of the glass of tequila before following them out.

"At least, perhaps ow, you'll listen to me. Although, I'm not quite sure why I'm being arrested." Lucifer told her as they walked out the front door to her car.

"Because you're interfering with a police investigation. You've broken I can't even count how many laws. And you pissed me off." Detective told them opening the back car door.

"Right, I can get out of these, you know?" Lucifer told her.

"Funny." She told him before he held up his hands and the cuffs in his hands.

"How'd you do that?" She asked him

"Come on, we're wasting time. We should be out there solving a homicide and punishing those responsible." Lucifer said as Lily walked around the car to the other side and stood their, leaning against the car, listening to them argue.

"We? Your insane. I'm taking you in. Get in the car." Detective said reaching to grab his hand.

"No, that's boring. Not to mention pointless. Come on, We'll help you. It'll be fun." Lucifer told her.

"How could you possibly help me?" She asked

"We've got a certain set of skill set. I can be very persuasive with people and tend to see things that others cannot." Lucifer told her.

"So, you're psychic or something?" Detective asked looking between the siblings.

"No, I can't read people's minds. I'm not a Jedi. People just like to tell me things." Lucifer said cockily to her.

"Us." Lily told him.

"Hmm, just-just tell you things? Just confuse their sins, just like that?" She asked as her hand flew around.

"No, not their sins. I have no power over people's sins. I actually get a bad rap for that. I have the ability to draw out people's forbidden desires. The more simple the human, the easier it is. The more complex, the more challenging and exciting, really. But no, the actual sins, the sins are on you people." Lucifer told her

"You people? I got it. I got it! The names? The whole Lucifer and Lillian thing? And desire's, like, your superpower." She asked

"Mm, it's more like a gift from God really. Okay, look. Tell me, Detective, what do you desire more than anything else in this life?" Lucifer asked

"This is it? This is your big trick?" She asked as Lucifer smiled a bit looking into her eyes.

"I guess, when I was a little girl, I... wanted to be a cop like my daddy, so that.... that one day I could help people and.... and be taken seriously... when I say to shut up and get in the damn car." She said as Lucifer's smile disappeared and Lily leaned at the car looking at her with interest.

"You're not, like, a Jedi or something, are you?" Lucifer asked

"Get in the car." She said reaching out to grab the front of his suit.

"No,no,no,no,no. Look. I know something you don't know." Lucifer said backing away a bit.

"Really? What's that?" She asked leaning against the car.

"Won't say unless you take me with you on this. Please, come on, I got to 2Vile, didn't I?" Lucifer asked smiling.

"Why do you care about this so much? About Delilah?" She asked making Lucifer struggle with his words a bit.

"Look, I just.... I just do. Look, if I hadn't meddled with her career, maybe she wouldn't have died." Lucifer told her as she nodded her head.

"Okay. Okay, fine-- but if this little clue thing of yours doesn't pan out, these are going back on, and they're gonna stay on." She held the cuffs as Lucifer smile.

"Is that a promise?" Lucifer asked as she gave him a smile then shoved him in the back of the car, Lily got in beside him, and The Detective got in the front.

"Yeah, therapist in Beverly Hills with the first name Linda. See if Delilah was a client." Detective said into the phone.

"Ah-ah, actually, she had a pseudonym, which I also happen to know. I'm quite good at this, aren't I? Uh, Penny Lane." Lucifer told her.

"Okay. Delilah might have gone by Penny Lane. Thanks." She said before putting her phone down as Lucifer smiled and she looked up in the mirror at him.

"Don't look so smug. Nothing's panned out yet." She told him as Lily stared out the window.

"No, no, no, it's not that. It's just that I knew that I recognized you." Lucifer said

"Right. Right, you've seen my boobies. It's exciting. What, are you 12?" She asked

"So is the, uh.... is the movie why you've got such a chip on your shoulder?" Lily asked

"Uh, it's low on the list of things I have to live down, I guess." The Detective told her.

"Right. Attractive female cop struggling to be taken seriously in a man's man's world-- is that?" Lucifer asked

"Yeah, something like that." She said with amusement in her voice as she shook her head.

"Well, they're threatened. You're clearly smart and have notable instincts. Ignore them. Trust yourself." Lucifer told her and she looked up at him in the mirror before her phone started ringing.

"Detective Decker. All right, text it to me. Thanks." She said then hung up as Lucifer leaned forward.

"What's that?" He smiled and she sighed

"What you were saying stands up. There's a Penny Lane who sees a Dr. Linda Martin in Beverly Hills." She told him.

"Excellent. I'll clear my schedule." Lucifer said before sitting back in his seat and her phone started ringing again.

"Oh, someone's popular." He said

"Please stop talking." She said fast to him before answering.

"Hello. What? Are you kidding me. Is she okay? Oh, of course he's not there. Thanks. We got to make a pit stop." She told them after hanging up.

"What? No, absolutely not." Lucifer told her.

"My kid got into a fight. I got to pick her up." Chloe told them.

"What, can't she get herself home?" Lucifer asked

"She's seven." Chloe said like he was a maniac

"Look, I'm not here to help you run errands. I'm here to help you solve a homicide." Lucifer told her

"Really?" Chloe said before making a sharp turn making Lucifer fall into Lily and she pushed him off of her.

They soon pulled up to the school and saw a bus, cars, and a bunch of kids running around.

"All right. Wait here." She told them as she unbuckled.

"With pleasure. Despise children." Lucifer said as he watched her walk into the school.

Lucifer got up and out of the car leaning against the car and got out a cigarette as Lily got out and was leaning on the car beside him. She was looking around at all the kids running around before Lucifer started walking and Lily walked after him.

"What are you doing?" Lily asked

"I saw a hot woman." Lucifer told her and they walked in and Lucifer looked around before sighing and sitting on the bench that held a little girl with black hair at the other end. Lily sat down beside him as kids and teacher past. Lucifer opened his lighter about to bring his cigarette to it.

"I don't think you're allowed to smoke in here." The little girl told him and he just stared at her for a moment.

"Oh, dear, what will become of me?" Lucifer told her about to put the cigarette back in the flame.

"My mothers a police officer. She could arrest you." She told him.

"Oh, I think I might know your mother." Lucifer smiled

"What's your name?" She asked him.

"Lucifer, this is Lillian. " Lucifer told her.

"Like the Devil's?" She whispered asked

"Exactly." Lucifer smiled.

"My name's Beatrice, but everybody calls me Trixie." The girl told him and he scrunched his face up

"That's a hooker's name." Lucifer told her and Lily slapped his shoulder.

"What's a hooker?" Trixie asked

"Ask your mother." Lucifer told her.

"Why are you in trouble?" Lily asked her.

"See that girl over there? She was bullying me. She created a fake Snapchat account and used it to make fun of me. So... I kicked her in the no-no-touch-touch square." Trixie told them and Lucifer looked at her confused and she pointed between his legs.

"Oh. Oh, I see. Well played. Well played, indeed." Lucifer said before standing up as Lily shook her head leaning back against the wall and watched.

The girl screamed and Chloe came out of the office and looked at Trixie and Lily then looked at Lucifer who was standing up.

"What did you do?" She asked looking at Trixie.

"Oh..... I just think someone's feeling a little guilty." Lucifer said as Chloe looked from him to Trixie and Lily who were smiling.

They started walking out down the steps when Trixie spoke up.

"Hi, daddy." She said as a guy in a blue suit and a police badge hooked on his belt walked up.

"Hi, munchkin." He said patting her head.

"Wow, shocker, you're late." Chloe said to the guy

"Come on, give me a break. I'm putting a case to bed." He told her as Trixie covered her ears.

"Right, like I'm not working a case, too. Oh, yeah, the one you tried to steal from me." Chloe told him as Lily looked from between him and Chloe.

"You mean the open and shut one. You did open and shut it, right?" He asked

"I'm being diligent, Dan. It's a high-profile case." She told him as he nodded his head.

"Exactly, which is why you need to be smart about it." Dan told her putting his hands on his hips

"She is smart. You're the dimwit." Lucifer told him.

"Perhaps you should refrain from arguing in front of the child. It's unbecoming." Lily told him as Dan looked between them then took a couple steps towards them.

"I don't know whether to laugh or shoot you." He looked mostly at Lucifer before taking a couple glances at Lily.

"Surprise me." Lucifer told him.

"Isn't he funny, Daddy?" Trixie asked making Lucifer and Lily smile as they continued to stare at Dan.

"Hey, can you, uh, drop Trix at my mom's? We got to go. Thank you. Trixella, give Mommy a kiss. Mwah. I love you so much. Good job standing up to the mean girl." Chloe told her.

"Thanks, Mommy. What's a hooker?" Trixie asked and Chloe's smile dropped as she looked at Lucifer.

"Daddy will tell you." Chloe said and Trixe walked over to him as Dan nodded his head and looked at Lucifer.

"Bye, Lucifer, Bye Lillian. It was nice meeting you." Trixie called as she walked away.

"Hmmm. I think she likes you guys." Chloe said

"Of course she does-- what's not to like?" Lucifer asked as they walked to the car.

%

Chloe and Lily were sat down at the round table as Lucifer got coffee then came and sat down.

"Was your offspring planned or a mistake?" Lucifer asked and she looked at him like he was dumb.

"Planned, sort of." She told him.

"Really? 'Cause I've never understood the human desire to procreate." Lucifer told her

"That's probably a good thing." Chloe nodded her head.

"I mean, children are hideous little creatures, terrible, taxing burdens." Lucifer said taking a sip of his coffee.

"Mmm." Chloe narrowed her eyes.

"Mmm. Oh, um, yours is fine. I mean, you know, nothing to crow about, but nothing to be too embarrassed about, either, so that's quite good, isn't it?" Lucifer said putting his arms on his crossed legs.

"Are you at all aware of how dickish you sound?" Chloe asked him and he made an offended face.

"No." Lucifer told her and she narrowed her eyes.

"Speaking of dicks... why was that ex-husband of yours pressuring you to close the case?" Lily asked leaning close to her.

"No reason." Chloe told her after hesitating a few seconds.

"Strange." Lucifer said looking her up and down.

"Yes, you are." Chloe told him.

"Did my father send you?" Lucifer asked as Chloe shook her head just as the door opened.

"Okay, Detectives, I'll see you now." A blonde lady in glasses told them.

"Thank you." Chloe said

"Oh. Detective." Lucifer smiled then they all went in.

"Dr. Martin, I'd like to ask you a few questions about Delilah." Chloe asked her as she looked over at Lucifer and stared at him.

"You're thinking about it, aren't you?" Lucifer asked as he tilted his head.

"What?" Dr. Martin asked shaking her head

"Yes, I wouldn't recommend it. I'm like walking heroin. Very habit-forming. It never ends well." Lucifer told and she sighed.

"I'm sorry, do.... Do you two know each other?" Chloe asked him as he leaned back.

"No, no, but I know that look." Lucifer smiled at her.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Dr. Martin said shaking her head as Lily shook her head.

"This is interesting cause... you don't look at me that way." Lucifer looked at Chloe.

"What way?"

"With carnal fascination."

"That's cause it doesn't exist."

"No, you see, that's just it. With most women, it does. I tend to appeal to the dark, mischievous hearts  in all of you,  but you, Detective, you seem oddly immune to my charms." Lucifer looked at her curious.

"Referring to them as Charms I think, is a bit of a stretch. Truth be told, I find you repulsive. Like, on a chemical level."

"That's fascinating."

"Now, tell me, Linda..." Lucifer turned back to the therapist.

"You say it's fascinating, and yet I can see that it disturbs you, doesn't it? You too, Lily. Just a little, you tense when Lucifer talks about it. Deeply." Linda stared at him and they both stared at her back.

"Dr. Martin, we know that, um, Delilah was having a clandestine affair with a wealthy married man, so if you just  tell us his name, we will be on our way." Chloe told her.

"I'm sorry, I can't do that."

"Oh, she's one of the complex ones. Linda, darling, why don't you tell me? Hmm?" Lucifer looked at her.

"Well, I can't. I want to, but I can't.  Oh, you're the devil." She chuckled.

"Correct. Now, come on, Dr. Martin. I know you want to." He smiled.

"Oh, man, it's really, really juicy, too."

"Ooh, I bet it is."

"No, I can't" She continued to laugh.

"What did you do to her? Did you roofie her?" Chloe leaned over.

"Oh, no, it's not her fault.  She's just reacting to me. Just watch and learn, okay?" Lucifer told her before turning back to Linda.

"Right, the answer is yes,  we can take a trip to pound town if we must,  but first, you're gonna have to tell us, Linda, okay?" 

"Um... Okay! It's Grey Cooper!" She pretty much yelled.

"Grey Cooper? Seriously? That is juicy."

"Grey Cooper, the actor? The one who's married to Amanda whats-her-chop?" Lucifer asked.

"Yeah, yeah." Chloe nodded her head.

"Oh, no, he's horrible. So squared-jawed, so handsome, so vanilla. Oh, I'm really quiet disappointed in Delilah, aren't you Lily?" Lucifer turned to her and she nodded her head staring down at the floor.

"That's truly terrible taste in the opposite sex." Lily shook her head.

"Thank you very much, Dr. Martin. We'll be in touch. All right, we got to go." Chloe said as her and Lily stood up.

"Yes, of course, but I....I  made a deal, so I'm gonna have to told up my end of the bargain. You wouldn't mind waiting outside?" Lucifer asked grabbing Chloe's arm.

"Are you seriously talking about having sex with her right now?" Chloe asked through clenched teeth as Lily rolled her eyes.

"Well, it won't take long." Lucifer told her

"I do yoga. Hot... yoga. I'm freakishly flexible. Want to see? Wow!I really tried to keep that one in." Linda leaned forward as they all looked at her and she brought her leg up.

"Well, you tried... that's what matters. Uh, look, I'm really sorry,  but I'm gonna have to take a rain check. I will be back, okay?" Lucifer told her as Chloe and Lily opened the door.

"I certainly hoped so."

"My word is my bond." Lucifer said then walked out and Chloe and Lily followed behind him. 

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"Excuse me! Excuse me!" Lucifer yelled as they pushed through the crowd of people. 

Lucifer walked pass the gate and guard walked after him.

"Hey! Hey sir!" The guard yelled as Lily pushed through the people and caught up with Lucifer. They walked out in front of the crashing cars that were driving down they alleyway. They watched the car hit the ramp and turn over and land on the hood of the car stopping right in front of them.

"Who the fuck are these people? What the hell are you doing?" The director got up and walked over to them. Before they responded they heard Chloe making her way through the people.

"Excuse me. Excuse me. Sorry. Excuse me. Sorry, they're with me." Chloe walked over showing her badge as they watched the guy get out of the rolled over car.

"That's not Grey Cooper."

"No, of course not. What the hell is this?" The director asked.

"We need to speak with Mr. Cooper." Chloe told him and he sighed before going to get him and Chole just looked at the two devils like they were stupid. 

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"God, Deliah, yeah, heard about that this morning. I can't believe it. We did a movie together last year. Got pretty close." Grey told them.

"Lovers?" Lucifer asked.

"Friends."

"Friends who were lovers?"

"Settle down. I'll handle the questions. Mr. Cooper, when did you last have contact with Delilah?" Chloe asked.

"Well, actually, I just have one more question before you proceed with the boring ones. Tell me, Mr. Cooper, what do you want more than anything in this world? What's your deepest, darkest desire? You close your eyes, what do you see?" Lucifer stared at Grey.

"I'm the president of the United States of America." Grey said making Lucifier laugh.

"Well, who's the devil now, eh?" Luifier looked over at Chloe with a smile.

"Those are some pretty big aspirations there, Mr. Cooper." Chloe said and he let out an awkward chuckle.

"Well, after the acting and stuff-"

"No need to be embarrassed. Hell, if Arnold can do it, right? Now, you don't want any nasty secrets screwing up for you, though, would you?" Chloe asked.

"Is there a point to this?"

"Mr. Cooper, were you having an affair with Delilah?" Chloe asked before they heard a voice.

"Honey? Have you been getting my text? I thought that they were breaking you for lunch like a half an hour ago. What's going on?" A woman walked over.

"These people are detectives." Grey told her.

"Real ones?"

"We have some questions about Delilah."

"Oh, oh. Yes, it's so sad."

"Yeah, very sad." Grey crossed his arms over his chest.

"Your watch, where'd you get that?" Lily spoke up pointing at it.

"Oh, it's a prop." Grey shrugged.

"No, that's the one Delilah gave you, isn't it? For Time will Tell?" The woman asked as Lucifier, Lily, and Chloe all looked at each other.

"Right. That's the movie that we did. It was a wrap gift." Grey shrugged and Chloe gave a fake chuckle.

"Yea, she buy a $10,000 watch for the whole crew?"

"Uh, no. Just me, as far as I know. 'Cause we were, you know, co-stars and everything." Grey crossed his arms across his chest, trying to sound casual.

"You know, you're gonna have to get much better at lying if you want to be president." Lily raised her eyesbrows at him.

"I know, right?" Grey said

"So you were sleeping with her, then, yea?" Lucifer asked him.

"Oh, yea." Grey chuckled with Lucifer before Grey stopped looking around confused, "Crap, I just said that in front of people."

"Whatever, it's not like I didn't know. God, you are a terrible liar and actor, by the way." Grey's fiance smiled.

"You knew?"

"Of course. Why else do you think I've been sleeping with Bobby?" She told him and the bodyguard behind them, eyes widened.

"Are you serious?"

"Oh, yea. And it is good. Mmm. I climb that man like a tree. Right, Bobby?" She asked and he just stared at them.

"My bodyguard? What a cliche."

"Oh, I'm a cliche. Well, you're a dick."

"Oh, boy." Chloe muttered. Grey walked over to Bobby and shoved him back, before he shoved him back and the fiance got in between them. Grey punched Bobby before Chloe turned to the two cops and told them to arrest them.

"One of them's got to be guilty." Chloe told them as they nodded.

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"Thanks. So, Grey and Amanda have zero connection to the shooter." But the shooter had the same watch as Grey. That can't be a coincidence." Chloe told them after getting off the phone, "Maybe Delilah gave him one, too, like kind of a go-to gift. I.." Chloe shook her head.

"Well, that would imply she was actually sleeping with that maggot." Lucifer smiled.

"Really? Jimmy, 2Vile, Grey Cooper. That's three other maggots she's sleeping with. I don't think there's a lot of discretion going on with her." 

"Yea. I suppose you got a point." Lucifer chuckled as Lily walked around the bar and grabbed the tequila and a glass and filled it. 

"God, what am I doing here?"

"Wrong deity, but, yes, that is the eternal question." Lucifer told her makin her chuckle with the shake of her head.

"No. I mean here, in a bar, with you two." She looked between them.

"Well, I don't know. You tell me, Detective. I mean, despite your proclaimed revulsion, you can't deny that there's a connection between us." Lucifer told her making Lily roll her eyes, "Tell me, what do you actually want?"

"You mean, what do I desire more than anything else in this life?"

"Yes, no tricks. Not that they work on you, you freak." Lucfier said making her laugh again, "Seriously. I'm curious." 

"I don't know. What-what I told you's true. I-I really do want to help people. My father was a cop. He was a great cop. My mother was an actress. Really cheesey one. I tried the acting thing. I took my top off. Wasn't really contributing to the betterment of society." Chloe explained as they both listened entintley.

"I disagree. I love that movie." Lucifer said and they both laugh.

"So I quit. Decided to become a cop like my dad and, uh, dealt with the whole Hot Tub High School thing, until, um, I became a detective and found a whole new way to ostracize myself." Chloe continued as Lily abandoned the conversation.

She walked across the giant room and walked out the front door. She didn't get very far before she was stopped.

"Excuse me, I'm looking for Detective Chloe Decker. Do you possible know where she is?" Somebody asked her and she turned around to find a tall blue eyed guy staring back at her. 

She wasn't going to admit it, but he was easy on the eyes. His bright blue eyes sparkled as he stared down at her. His light stubble ran across his face and his shaggy hair fell across his forehead. A small smile graced his face.

"Yea, come on." Lily told him and he nodded his head and followed her inside. 

"Hey, someone's here to see you, Detective." She called and Lucifer and Chloe turned around to face them. Chloe eye's big and round.

"What?" Lily asked them.

"Delilah didn't give that watch to the drug dealer." Chloe told her making them a look at her confused. 

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Chloe, Lucifer, Lily, and the new guy all burst through the studio door and walked into the recording room where Jimmy stood with another guy and people on instruments.

"Hello, Jimmy." Lucifer said as he turned to them.

"Really?" He chuckled.

"How's the album sales doing?"

"What album?"

"Soundtrack to Time Will Tell, which you produced. Whitney Houston hit the top ten for album sales after her death. Michael Jackson hit the stratosphere. Not sure you'll achieve such heights having Delilah killed, but that sure is a boatload of royalty checks headed your way." Chloe crossed her arms as she smiled at him, "Guess you really needed that cash, huh? Which is why you had to pay the shooter with your watch." Chloe continued and Jimmy's face dropped

"The watch Delilah gave you. Now, that's just sick. But then you are, so..." Lily told and he scoffed before pulling at a gun and holding it to the drummer's head.

"Hey, Jimmy?" Chloe said as her and the new guy pulled out there guns and pointed them at him.

"I made her, and she ruined me. She humilated me. She owes me." Jimmy told them as everyone else ran out of the studio.

"You're not god, Jimmy. You didn't make her. But you did destroy her. So, we're gonna punish you." Lucifer told as he slowly walked forward.

"Back off you freak, I mean it. I am  not going to jail for that bitch. No chance." Jimmy shook his head.

"Listen to him, Lucifer. Back off." Chloe yelled at him.

"I told you, it's fine. I'm immortal." Lucifer told her as Jimmy pointed his gun at Lucifer and Chloe shot him twice and he fell back.

"Why did you do that?" Lucifer asked her, disbielf evident in his voice.

"He was gonna kill you."

"No,no,no,no,no,no,no. You just.. you just let him off too easy. He needs to pay! He needs to suffer! He needs to feel the pain, not escape it!" Lucifer yelled 

"Don't worry, I'm sure where he's going,the pain's coming." 

"No,no, it's not, actually. And you know why? Because we're here and he's..." There was two gun shot's the rang through the room. Chloe gasp as her fell and behind her the new guy went down with her. 

"Chloe." Lucifer got down beside her and cradled her head.

"I don't want to die." She groaned out as Lily leaned down beside the new guy.

"Hey, hey." Lily said covered the bullet wound with her hands. He gasped over and over, trying to catch his breath. She turned her head to look over at Chloe before a couple more gunshot rang and Lucifer groaned before standing up. 

"Chloe, what's his name?" Lily asked her 

"T-Theo." Chloe told her as she kept her eyes trained on Lucifer who picked had picked up Jimmy and slammed him into the glass wall.

"Theo, hey. It's gonna be alright." Lily told him he nodded his head before looking over at Jimmy who screamed. 

Lily turned back to Chloe who's eye's had finally closed. Keeping one hand on Theo's stomach she took her jacket off and covered his stomach with it. Looking back up at Theo, she saw his eyes were closed.

"Lucifer, we need to get to them a hospital." Lily said as he dropped Jimmy to the ground and picked up chloe.

"Hey, hey, Theo, I need you to wake up." Lily said doing her best to pick him up. The man was lean, but he still had a lot of muscle. He eyes opened as she lifted him and put his arm around her shoulder. Grabbing his other hand she used it to keep the jacket on the wound. 

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Lily said reading a book when she heard a sigh and looked up to see Theo's eye's opening slowly. 

"Look who's back." She spoke as he looked at her. He looked around the room before groaning.

"How long have I been out?" He asked her and she looked down.

"Three years." She sighed and his eyes widened.

"What?" He asked before Lily laughed making the panic leave his eyes and a small smile grace his face.

"I'm not one for jokes, but, uh, Lucifer told me I should tell you that one, he did it to Chloe when she woke up, she had the exact same reaction." Theo smiled before sighing as he stared at the ceiling.

"How is Lucifer?" Theo asked.

"What?" 

"I saw Jimmy, shooting at him." 

"Well, like, Lucifer said that night. Immortality." Lily and Theo just shook his head.

"What happened with Jimmy?" 

"Jimmy got what he deserved." Lily told him and he narrowed his eyes at her.

"Well, I'm pretty sure I'd be dead, if you hadn't helped me, so, thank you." He smiled at her. Lily stared at him a moment before clearing her throat.

"Well, you seem far to interesting to let die." She told him and he raised his eyebrow's at her.

"So what now?" He asked her.

"Well, I think this could be the start of a beautiful friendship." Lily stood grabbed her coat, standing to put it on. Before he could responde she heard her name being called and turned to find Chloe's little girl running up to her and hugging her side.

"Oh, uh, hello." She sighed holding her arms up.

"Hi, uncle Theo." Trixie smiled not letting go of Lily as he smiled at her.

"Why don't you hug him?" Lily said picking Trixie up and setting her in bed next to Theo. 

"Are you hurt?" Trixie asked him and he shook his head.

"Only a little." He kissed the top of her head.

"Alright, bye now. Glad you're not dead." Lily said waved walking out of the room with a smile.

"Bye, Lillian." Theo called after her.

Usually that name lit a fire beneath her, but the way he said it, just made her smile as she walked out to Lucifer's car. Lucifer drove them back to the club, as they pulled up the valet walked over. Lucifer threw him his keys, but halfway through the air they slowed down.

"Bloody hell." Lily sighed as her and Lucifer turned and their brother stood in the middle of the road in blue robes.

"What do you want from us?" Lucifer asked as they walked passed all the slowed down traffic towards him.

"I've been watching you guys." 

"You perv." Lucifer stared at him.

"And I'm not sure I like what I see. You're showing restraint, mercy." Amenadiel narrowed his eyes at them.

"You're scared we're turning our backs on the dark side?" Lily asked him.

"There is a balance here that we must maintain. I strongly suggest you do what I told you to do and go back to hell." 

"Don't threaten us, Amenadiel. I mean, you don't want to start a war."

"I would love a war." Amenadiel smiled as Lucifer and Lily smiled at each other.

"My hatred for you grows stronger every visit."

"Well, I wouldn't have it any other way. Look forward to eating your heart one day." Lily smiled at him. Amenadiel let his wings making her flinch slightly before he flew off. 

She shook her head as the world around them became normal and they walked back into the club. As Lily sat at the bar drinking her tequila her throught's traveled back to Dr. Linda Martin. Lucifer walked down the stairs behind her as he threw his jacket on.

"I'm gonna go see Dr. Martin." Lucifer told her, heading for door.

"Ask for both of us." She told him and he stopped in his tracks.

"What?" 

"I know, you're really going to see her. Not to sleep with her. You want to start session's with her. Remember Luci, we're twin's. Ask for me too." Lily said chugging the rest of her glass and headed up stairs.

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P&J: Hate the Sin, Not the Sinner

I just realized I've never posted a full excerpt of Pride & Justice here before. Clearly this is a mistake that must be corrected. warnings: generic patriarchy and misogyny P&J Taglist: @elegant-paper-collection @auroblaze @zonnemaagd you can also read this on my neocities site!

Like wandering in a dream, Pride paced the little dirt path that wound around the grassy field. Humans went about their little human tasks, the human spawn shrieked and ran around the brightly colored plastic castle. They didn’t notice him, their eyes clouding with a convenient fog of forgetfulness when they tried. Pride swung his tail side to side while he aimlessly walked, painting a curious arc. He hadn’t been to Earth since… how long had it been?

A human man stomped down the footpath toward him. A deep scowl marred his face, leash clutched in a tight fist, attached to a bouncing straw-colored dog that couldn’t have been happier. The closer he got, a tingling sensation on the tip of Pride’s tongue grew. Appearing out of nowhere, a tart flavor washed through his mouth, puckeringly sour and saccharine sweet all at once. Pride grinned through the overwhelming taste, relishing a feeling long unfelt. The taste of the sin of pride, and a soul that needed a bit of a nudge down the stairs.

Pride stopped walking. The human approached, marching along with his dog, oblivious to the demon lying in wait. The closer he got, the stronger the sharp taste of his uncommitted sin. As if he wasn’t there at all, the man stalked right past Pride, not even sparing him a glance. Pivoting on his heel, Pride followed until they were step-in-step, until the smoke curling off his horns tickled the human’s nose. No reaction to that either. Pride forgot how fun it was to be able to hide in plain sight.

“Alright, buddy,” he said, giving the man a friendly clap on the shoulder. “What’s going on?”

For a split second, the man looked bewildered to be addressed. Pride pushed out with his tendrils of influence, latching onto the potential to sin that radiated from his soul. The confusion evaporated as his eyes flashed a crimson red, matching the glow of Pride’s and the flickering flames of Hell.

“Trouble in paradise,” the human grumbled, talking to him as if he were an old friend. “Can’t get two seconds into the weekend before my wife starts bombarding me with a list of chores to do.” The dog trotting at his heels whined, tugging on its leash. He made a harsh noise and pulled it back.

“She wants you to do chores?” Pride repeated. “After everything you do for the family already?”

“That’s what I said! I work all goddamn week to provide for my goddamn family—the least a guy can do is get a break every once in a while.”

“It’s awful that she can’t see everything you do for her. For your kids.”

“The kids—that’s another thing. She said I need to be spending more time with the kids, but how am I supposed to do that when she’s giving me all this extra work? I’m in the office enough as it is. For the family.”

“Isn’t that enough? You’re putting a roof over their heads, aren’t you?” 

“Not sure who’d be paying the bills without me, I’ll tell you that.”

“Exactly. And she’s not grateful? She wants you to do more work?” Pride clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “You’re not getting the appreciation you deserve, my friend.”

The dog barked, low and aggressive, tugging back on the leash again. “Hey!” the man barked back. “No, Butterscotch, sit.”

Butterscotch did not sit, stopping in its tracks and growling. Pride jumped in front of the human, putting space between himself and the animal that was too smart for its own good.

“You want to know what I think?” he asked, and the man faced him with rapt attention. “I think you should tell her everything you’re thinking. You’re the reason they have it so good. You don’t deserve to be treated with all this disrespect.”

“You know what I think?” the man asked in kind, digging his phone out of his pocket. “I think I will.”

And oh what a sweet thing it was for a sin to be realized and acted upon, to see a soul condemn itself in real time. Pride grinned ear to ear.

“And hey,” he said, leaning in to make one last suggestion, “just between us?”

The man paused, watching him intently. His dog barked and tugged.

Pride put a hand to the side of his mouth and pretended to whisper. “She’s kind of a bitch.”

Butterscotch tore free of its leash and lunged for him. Pride jumped off the path into the grass and snapped the cord of his power short. The red glow vanished.

Phone pressed to his ear, the man stopped seeing him, eyes clouding once again. The dog continued to bark up a storm, but aimlessly, unable to find the target it once despised. It wheeled all around searching, until the human jogged over, empty collar and leash dangling from his fist.

“Come here, Butterscotch,” he scolded. Butterscotch dashed to his feet, whining and hopping on its back legs. The man wrestled the collar back on, phone pinched between his ear and shoulder. “Yeah—I’m still here, honey, the dog got loose. ”

Pride slipped away, a new spring in his step. It had been so long since he flexed his muscles up here, face-to-face with potential sinners. All he had to do was convince them their worst instincts were good ideas, and suddenly there was nothing even God could do to stop them. It wasn’t even that hard. He forgot how much fun it was to urge them into their egos, to be the whisper in their minds, and disappear without a trace. As far as they knew, he never existed.

The plastic castle squatted in the distance, crawling with humans and their offspring. Teeming with potential, if Pride had to guess, for sins of all kinds. And as the root of all sin himself, how could he possibly refuse?

[discluded]

Not to psychoanalyze Pond from across an ocean..but am going to.

I think the biggest issue is that while Mile and Apo have taken their meteoric rise in game with grace and humility...that hasn't been the same for Pond. KP is a massive success in part due to Pond's work on the project and while he has seen a massive pay raise he hasn't received the level of adoration and opportunities that Mile and Apo but he thinks he is due. Especially in the entertainment and fashion industry which he was never entrench in as much as he is now they talk everyone up and I think Mile and Apo have enough experience to not believe all of it but he has started to believe his own hype (a young successful CEO who isn't considered conventionally unattractive). 

Why would he as a CEO think he is due the same sort of success as his artists? I think this also touch on the weird relationship between Mile and Pond where since they were friends before beginning a professional partnership views Mile and himself as more friends and being on the same level/boat, while he views Apo as his artist. From the outside this looks really weird because sometimes he says stuff and does things that seem rude or disrespectful to Mile for how a CEO should behave with their artist (I also think they was a period he really was a jealous toward Mile for his popularity last year which to him seems unfair because they BOTH started the BOC project together and BOTH put in money and BOTH did the work for marketing and sponsorship deals) but to him Mile got a much greater share of the fame/success than him (tbf he seems to have gotten over this a bit now). He views Mile as part of BOC/friend 

While Apo he considers to be an artist under BOC which is why you will hear him talk alot more about Apo's acting in comparison to Mile and(probably unconsciously) promoto's Apo just a smidgen bit more on his IG and talks about making Apo a more well rounded person. 

From what we little we've seen of the actual industry events I think Mile, Apo and Pond work as a good team to balance each other out. Mile tends to lean a bit too heavily on the business side while Apo is the talent/specialist and I think Pond is that everyman personable figure in that room who's presence really makes Mile and Apo comfortable enough to make their personalities shine and not to take every meeting and event too seriously. (I think Mile and Apo both realize now that when left on their own they can both get too serious around each other and need to also work to be the balance for each other to keep things fun and light)

I do think his talents lie more behind the camera than in front of it and wish he would let someone else take the reign for the actual company management. 

Congratulations if you have made it this far! I did not mean to unload a whole essay on you and this was mostly just me sharing my thoughts with you. This got away from me for a bit and you don't need to post this monstrous essay.

I have a lot of cristism about Pond (like the whole B situation) but I also think there is a massive blind spot for him both in the fandom and in the company for his actions because he is both CEO and friend.

haha wow... we got some big Pond fans in the house! *is chased off stage with a broom*

🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️🧹

but imma keep my word, so here we go.

I don't give free advice to men who don't listen anyway, but I appreciate you caring, anon. 🫶

but probably what this anon said ⬇️

he used to go to BBB events as the second anon in the series said, but not after January I believe for Bible's solo events.

He also posted mileapo photos from their Seoul trip this year (hashtag gay cowboys) but since mileapo were both in the photos and Pond wasn't in Seoul someone (probably Gift) also had to have taken them and sent them to him. The whole strategy here is... bizarre. messy.

actors are not responsible for the funding and development, but they are responsible for getting themselves into projects. someone mentioned Perth not exclusively being signed (he's done some projects in Japan this year) and I'm wondering if BOC has implemented an exclusivity/noncompete contract like some other production companies have. For example, Channel 3 has these exclusivity contracts for their actors which is why Apo was so excited to be promoting on different channels for Man Suang.

if that is the baseline assumption, Pond should be making it clear to his talent cause the way he has been framing it is that he would be taking care of them like family. even aside from the ick factor for a lot of people, including me about work = family, he even if he is sincere about that, where is he carving out time to do that when he's following MA around to their events?

im glad we have so many handsome photos of Mile that the loss of one is not the worst heartbreak we can face 😔

[lu3ky777]

(New kind of post, since I've been busy and haven't been doing asks until now I thought a normal post might help get me more attention and asks

Celestia was currently smiling as she sat on her throne, the one in her office, it was a massive silver throne which she personally thought made it look classy. She would have preferred a smaller throne but her huge ass demanded it be made this big. She was watching on her TV the cameras of her casino, particularly Makoto since she could tell he was slacking off a bit. "Servant 37, go tell Makoto to meet me in my office" without a word the servant nodded and walked out to Makoto

Working in the Silver Tongue Casino, truthfully, wasn't what Makoto expected at all. He always thought of himself too average, too plain ever consider something so shady to ever employ himself in… But, well, Celeste had her 'ways' and he experienced practically all of them to get him into this position. At the moment, he just wanted to break a biiit longer...but it seems as though his boss didn't like that. Gulping at what the servant relayed, he walked to her office and knocked on its door.

Celestia smiled, she could see the look on Makoto's face when he was told the news. She snapped and another servant opened the door for him "Servants, you may leave now. Wait outside until me and Mr Naegi are done." The servants left the room leaving Celestia and Makoto alone. "Please take a seat Makoto" she gestured towards the chair on the other side of her desk

Gulping, Makoto sat down the opposite of Celeste. Beads of sweat dripping down his face. "Y-yes, ma'am..." Nerves were bouncing around in his stomach. 

"So tell me Makoto, what did I do to make you disrespect me?" She talked almost like one of those Mafia bosses he saw in movies. With a tone that seemed condescending and a sense of deadliness in her voice.

"D-disrepect? C-celeste, you know I would never do that!!" Makoto said, panic rising in his voice as could feel the severity of the situation putting quite the pressure on him.

"SILENCE!!! You call me Miss Ludenburg now, until I say otherwise." She gave him a glare as if she was about to kill him, her red eyes being frightening.

"Y-y-y-yes, ma'aam!! Sorry, Cel-Ms. Ludenberg!!!" Makoto said, whimpering slightly from Celeste's glare. She smiled as he stuttered over his words. "You should know why you're here Mr. Naegi, don't you?" She only used his last name when he was in trouble or when she was introducing him.

"U--um...." Makoto twidled his thumbs and looked downcast, almost like a naughty child. "B-because I...was taking a break without your permission…”

"I DON'T PAY YOU TO SIT ON YOUR ASS!!!" She nearly shouted at him, she didn't really care that much about him slacking off but she liked to put him in his place. "And you haven't even apologized yet.”

"Eeeeeeeeeeeek!!" Makoto shrinked back into his seat, definitely resembling a scaredy kid. Especially with how short he usually was! "I-I'm sorrryyy!! I'm so sorryy!!”

"Unfortunately for you Mr. Naegi, I have to punish slackers~ you know what that means." She smiled at him as she stood up, her huge ass jiggling wildly just from that.

Yes, he did know what that meant. His face blushed as Celeste rose up and, from his angle, he could see her backside jiggle a bit. "A-a-ah, y-yes, ma'am…”

"Strip. Now!" She slammed her hands onto her desk as she said that. Celestia loved to be feared especially by Makoto, maybe because he was a lucky student or just his general gentle attitude. But she loved every second of it.

"Y-y-yes, ma'aam!!" Getting up, Makoto began to peel away the layers of his clothes. From his jacket, to his tie, shoes!! And, much to his embarassment, even pulling down his pants. Showing off how thin he was.

"Good boy, now then~ start jerking off~" she smiled as she spoke plainly not trying to hide her true intentions this time, but engaging fully into lewdness. She was glad Makoto had such a huge cock, it complemented his femboy looking figure

"Y-yes, ma'am~" He said softly and his hands moves towards his hung member. He was rather shy about it, but it was quite clear just from a glance that the lucky student was packing down there. Slowly, his hand shifted and jerk the object of Celeste's eye, stroking it for his boss's pleasure.

Celestia smiled at his jerking "Maybe go a little faster Naegi, I don't have all day~" she looked at the clock, she had arranged for Nagito to come in here around this time. She wasn't going to let Makotos punishment ruin this meeting~ it might even make it more fun

"Y-yes, Ms. Ludenberg!" Makoto said, trying his best to be swifter in his tugs. His hands gliding up and down his veiny shaft, and he was trying his best to get a good rhythm going. Bit hard to do that with all this pressure~

"Oh by the way~ I'm having a meeting with Nagito in about, 30 seconds. But you better not stop, or else." She giggled classily as she heard the door open

"Wh-what?! B-but I-!!" Makoto stopped, looking in shock as Nagito would enter the room. "Why, hello, Ms. Ludenberg! I hope your day has been blessed with ho-oh, hello Makoto! How are you?" Nagito said, to the masturbating boy and his boss

Celestia was pissed Makoto stopped "Ignore him Nagito~ he's getting his punishment for slacking off, speaking of. Back to it Makoto!" She glared at Makoto. "I-I...." Makoto got back to masturbating...but was clearly much slower than usual, due to the other company's presence.

"In fact I wouldn't mind if you stripped too Nagito~ also feel free to take a seat anywhere~" she looked at Nagito, ignoring Makoko for the moment "If that's what you wish, Mistress~" Nagito said, stripping away his clothing to be just as naked as Makoto, but seemingly unbothered by being out in the buff. Sitting down in the seat next to Makoto he looked ready to speak with Celes...all while Makoto still looked quite shy~

"So Nagito~ how are the weekly profits doing? Any big gains~" she ignored Makoto for the moment as he jerked off nervously. She leaned forward to get closer to Nagito, they both could see her ass move slightly as she did since even tiny movements made it jiggle. But now the two men could see her huge globes, now with Celestia's face closer to both of them.

Nagito, to his credit, as much as he was blushing, was still trying to look Celes in the eye. Was it a huge struggle that was likely pointless? Yep! Still trying anyway? Of course~ "We've seen a 15% revenue increase thanks to our advertisement campaign! It seems many interests are piqued for your casino, ma'am." As for Makoto, well, once he saw some of that jello, he did began to go slightly faster than before.

"Very good~ and are all the servants still remaining obedient?" She smiled as she saw the struggle of Nagito trying to look her in the eyes. She was amused by Makoto going faster, if only slightly.

"For the most part, though the new one is having some adjustment issues. She was Servant 52, correct? But that's probably because she isn't used to things under your tutelage yet." Nagito said.

"I think she'll learn to understand it in time~ if not then you know what to do with her, right Nagito~" she loved how obedient and useful Nagito was, him being naked in front of her also helped her appreciate him~

"Yes, some time in the disciplinary room should do her wonders to get with the program~" Nagito said chipperly to the one one room servants, probably, wouldn't want to go to. "Now then~ Naegi stop masturbating. Nagito, I give you permission to come to my throne~" she chuckled as she sat back in her throne staring at Nagito

"Yes...yes, ma'am..." Makoto said, stopping his stroking at once...but it was clear he was stillq quite aroused~ On Nagito's end, he bowed. "At once~" He said, getting up and walking over to Celeste. Celestia grabbed his cock like it was a stick and started jerking it rapidly while smiling at Nagito 

"Be grateful your mistress is rewarding you for your hard work~” Nagito moaned, and gave a pleasant smile to Celeste. Face flushing in pleasure~ "Thank you, Ms. Ludenberg~" On Makoto's side, he looked at both bashfully. Now actually turned on but being unable to cum

She soon tripled the speed of her jerking him off, wanting to hear his grunts and moans as she knew that his huge cock could take a lot of pleasure before cumming "Now then Makoto~ do you understand the consequences of your actions~”

"Y-yes, ma'aaaam!!" Makoto said, looking even more flushed as that hand of Celeste quickly jerked the other lucky student with the movement of a professional. Even Nagito, who prided himself on remaining fairly steadfast in determination, was having clear difficulties in maintaining composure and was really moaning his life out. "Makoto, when Nagito cums you better collect in one of the jugs in the backroom. Now hurry and get it~"

 she snapped with her other hand while continuing to go faster "B-...yes, Ms. Ludenberg!!" said Makoto knowing full well getting a jug means going out briefly to retrieve it. Meaning people would probably see him. Gulping, he quickly made himself scarce to go get the jug. All while Nagito was fighting not to burst~

When he was gone she smiled "I know you love this Nagito~ I saw you trying to stare into my eyes instead of at my ass~ That's why you're a butler and not a servant~” "Th-thank you, Miss L-Ludenberg!!~" He gasped and a grateful smile came onto his face. His cock was throbbing and pre-cum dribbling down his shaft, huge drops that would be impressive to any other woman.

"Now then~ I think we're done with foreplay don't you think? Now onto the actual reward~" She smiled as she stood up, her ass jiggling from that alone as she shoved him down onto her throne. Usually sitting on her throne was the worst act anyone could do, she would punish them worse than cheaters. 

But sitting there in her royal throne while staring at her enormous assglobes, I mean fuck~ this was the dream for men~ The sight great of a huge, wobbly, jello-like, mountain of an ass was right in front of him. The royal seat that could get anyone to bend to his wim. The mark of Celeste being a true Ultimate~ His erect coct was pointed right at it, dribbling further with slick cum. "Y-yes, ma'am~”

She pulled down her pants revealing her panties before pulling those down too, revealing her huge ass without anything to cover it. Just pale white globes of pure ass "Now then, since you've done such a good job would you like an assjob? Or Anal~" she chuckled as she slapped her own ass watching it jiggle wildly. And as he saw that ass meat wiggle and jiggle so lusciously, Nagito gulped and gave a grin. "A-an assjob would be nice, ma'am~”

She slammed down onto his cock with extreme power and speed, completely covering his cock in ass, she rapidly plapped up and down giving him and amazing assjob at lightning speeds and with extreme force "You love this don't you Nagito~”

Nagito already had a body most would be jealous of, with a fit but strong body, his white hair with a slight tint of red making him distinct, and his mannerisms being attractive and distinct. His most defining feature however (to those who had seen it) was his enormous pale cock and huge balls that embarrassed most guys, he was *Lucky* after all~ And it was covered. His long, throbbing member, engulfed, tweked on and and plapped to mind numbing pleasure -all thanks to his mistress' godly ass. "Yy--yy-yes, maaa'aaaaam!!! I Really am fortunate to experiiiience  thissss~”

"I'm your queen, Celestia Ludenburg~ the name you shall never forget and that you shall always respect!" She shouted as she nearly tripled her speed and power of her assjob, Makoto had better be back soon if he wanted to actually contain his cum. "Y-y-yes, my queeeeen!! I'll never forgeeeet your nameee!! I'll respect it for n-now and f--ff-foreveeeeeeeer!!" Nagito practically yelled and getting very close to his breaking point. His dick practically drenched. Just then Makoto came back~

"AH~ good timing Makoto, put that huge container on Nagito's cock~ I want that cum for later~" She smiled as she could tell Nagito was near his breaking point, just a little more pressure and he would break. So that's exactly what she did, applied way more pressure on him. Makoto agreed and went to put it around Nagitio's cock as Celeste went against his erection for the finale. Too much. She was too much!!! "I-I MIIIIISTRESSS!!!" He screamed and, right as Makoto put the jug to him, did he cum and cum big. All that tension and pent-up cream in his balls was overwhelming from his cock to the jar~

It was filled up within  seconds, as Celestia smiled and got up from off of his cock "Very good Nagito~ now get off my throne." She spoke in an objective cold tone as she stood up and frowned at Makoto Aa-at once, ma'am..." Nagito said, barely managing to get off. His cock stilll leaking fluid a bit. "And I trust you learned your lesson Makoto~”" Makoto nodded bashfully. "Y-yes, ma'am…”

"Good~ I'm going home early today, I expect you two to meet me there once you close up. Understand?" She smiled not waiting for an answer before pulling her pants up and leaving.

(If You've gotten this far, just a reminder I am looking for more asks and I've been looking to do some NTR stuff possibly. I'll try to respond to as many as possible! Also btw this is what a Novella story might look like.)

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hey Liz! i’m so glad your back :) do you have any experience dating a guy with a mom who isn’t the best person? or maybe you just could not seem to form a connection with her? i’ve been dating my bf for years and i’m still struggling to form a relationship with his mom, let alone even like her. i’m pretty certain i’m going to marry my bf.. and ideally i’ve always pictured myself having a second family when i’m married, and always assumed i would love my husband’s family. but my bf’s family is kinda broken- parents divorced and they weren’t good parents growing up, his dad lives in a diff city, his much older sister lives in a diff state, he’s not close with any of them despite living with his mom. i don’t mind that i’m not close with his dad considering i only see him a handful of times a year. but i see his mom pretty much every single day and have spent a significant amount of time with her. and for some reason have never really clicked with her. when my bf and i go do stuff with her i get along with her great, and generally i do like her! but the more time ive spent with her, the more i’ve realized she’s not a great person. she treats my bf, his sister, and her mom (who i absolutely adore) like crap most of the time for no reason. she’s one of those people who seems stressed out 24/7 and when she’s having a bad day she thinks it’s okay to take it out on people around her. whenever she’s in meetings and i’m at their house i hear her bullying/yelling at people she works with. there’s been a few times in the past where she’d be wine drunk and i’d be staying the night, she would be very catty towards me. or one time she was drunk and she heard me and my bf fighting and she kinda went off me on me saying “he’s not ready for a relationship. why are you even here? you just cause problems” it was so weird and mean. but when i told my bf about it he said “im so sorry but she only said that because she’s drunk. don’t think she meant it” but idk. other than those few times i always felt pretty lucky she seemed to like me and be a lot nicer to me than she is to most people. until the past couple days.. idk what it is but she has been extremely hostile to both me and my bf. the main reason i’m sending this in tho is something she said last night.. my bf and i got home from dinner and he went upstairs. and immediately she started yelling at him about how he forgot to load a case of water bottles into the fridge. and my bf was like “oh shit i’m sorry. i’ll do it right now” and she said back “or you know, you could make your girlfriend do something around here for once” in a super condescending voice. my jaw dropped. i was down in his room but she definitely knew that, so there’s a good chance she just didn’t care if i heard. not only was i very confused why she said that, but i’ve known this woman for years now and she couldn’t even call me by my name? “your girlfriend” just seems way more disrespectful imo. when my bf came down i was like “what was that about?” and he said “she’s drunk. just ignore her like i do” and i said “i cannot just ignore that. why did she even say that? she’s never asked me for help around the house.” since im over here almost every day and sleepover a bunch, i’ve always offered to help with chores. or if i notice one of them doing something i ask to help but they always decline. when im over here im always in my bf’s room tho, its very rare i use dishes or do anything messy but when i do i obviously always clean up after myself. idk why she hasn’t just come to me herself and said “hey can you start helping out around the house while you’re here?” instead of talking poorly to my bf about me when i have no clue it was even an issue. idk what to do, i don’t want to keep being so sweet to this lady who couldn’t care less. and i think it’s so odd that at her old age she can’t seem to communicate or handle her emotions like an adult. should i talk to her about it myself or should i just let my bf handle it?? :/

ok ok ok. that’s for sure a sticky situation and dealing with a family like that isn’t ideal. i feel like everyone wants the perfect family to come from your partner but unfortunately i feel like that’s hard to come by. what she said to you was extremely rude and so uncalled for. i think she just is that kind of person, which sucks. some people don’t care if they hurt someone’s feelings and just don’t have the kindest heart. i don’t think you have done anything wrong. if you offer here and there to do things around the house and she says no then that’s all you can do. it’s not your responsibly to be a maid in her household. wish there was a better answer but you are just gunna have to stick it out. i’m sure once your bf moves out then it will get better but for now just kill her with kindness and ignore her the best you can!