#how did they beat mold idiot

[beyblaiddyd]

People literally dont understand what words mean

[dotchi18]

Reflection

(The Leumin x MC Supernatural oneshot that I had promised so long ago ;,; @hime-bee

I really hope you enjoy this, and if you don't that's fine too, I just love this man so much ;w;

Leumin found his match in Patheticness <3 )

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Love.

It was her favorite emotion to be around and absorb.

It was why when Dotchi bounced around to new places, she would always pick a job that got her closer to people, especially couples.

The job at the coffee shop, while not a great source of positive emotions in comparison to past jobs she had, it still gave her wonderful warm meals in the form of her favorite regulars happily enjoying their coffee.

Reflecting the emotions of others was how she survived. She was unsure of what her kind was called, but they were... Shapeshifters? Of sorts? It was hard to explain.

She had a core self, as most of her kind did, one that looked like those silly little Valentine cards humans liked so much, and everything else was kind of whatever she could mold it to be.

Making herself taller or shorter, she could give herself brown eyes or blue ones, crooked teeth, freckles, anything was theoretically at her fingertips.

Dotchi herself preferred female bodies on the plus size, and she liked making her hair red as fresh blood, matching the heart she had situated her chest, but everything was an afterthought, preferring to even wipe her face clean of any features at all when she was alone at home.

Still, considering what she fed on, she was very sensitive to the emotions of others.

They were almost like dishes for her to sample, taking them and reflecting them back onto the person to keep up their mood.

But not all of the same emotions tasted the same, as it depended on the person.

Dotchi had tasted lust before, but when her Boss at the coffee shop approached her, she would politely recoil from him as best as she could, as the taste of his lust was akin to spoiled apples.

There was no affection to freshen it, to make it palatable for her, so she avoided him, finding him rather unpleasant to be around.

And when she found herself standing under the Bus Stop Shelter, meeting her chosen green eyes with the unruly bangs of another with his eyes staring back from behind, it was there she encountered the sweetest dish.

" Oh-" He started, but the white noise that filled Dotchi's ears from her beating core was too much, her face flushing.

Love.

Love.

Love Love Love Love LOVE, There was so much love, he had so much love to give her-

It was with the slightest hint of awareness of herself clinging to her that she lifted her bag in front of her core so it wasn't beating through her shirt, covering herself from the concentrated beam of delight and love that was coming from this man.

What was he saying?

Something about the bus not working?

'Say something. Say anything, he'll think you're an idiot and he won't stick around for you to reflect off him-'

" H-How the Hell am I supposed to get home now?"

' Too Rough, Too Rough.' She scolded herself, but saw him shift, nervousness salting the dish a bit, adorable.

" Um... I could walk you home... if you want.

There's enough room under this umbrella for two."

Fuck, she would follow this man to the end of the world if he asked her to.

Shaking her head to knock those thoughts away, she flushed a deeper red.

Were these the feelings he felt for her?

It had to be, it was seeping into her and making her feel the same, like sipping on the thickest Hot Chocolate, having the warm feeling spreading deep into her core.

Before she knew it she was approaching under his umbrella, and he told her his name was Leumin.

A cute name for a delightful Cutie.

Making small idle talk about the rain as they kept close, close enough that she noticed that he smelled like flora, coffee and fresh laundry much to her delight, he then asked her about Raynee's Cafe.

" I go there a lot. I enjoy the Coffee."

Did he? It was hard to differentiate the emotions within the crowd of people- a veritable feast of emotions- but perhaps he was why there was always a sweet aftertaste from the other emotions? The aftertaste that kept her from quitting from the lust her Boss always crammed down her throat?

" The Coffee is pretty good, right?" She beamed as she leaned forward a little to look him more in the face.

She was learning more about him! She was so excited!

" If there's one thing my job does right, it's the products we sell." She boasted in pride, riding high on his attention.

" Er... What do you mean by that?" His confusion flavored his positive thoughts like a gentle tang of a chocolate orange.

Were all of his feelings so perfectly flavored?

" Well, the management is pretty mediocre, and my boss is a little... assertive, at best."

She had thought she had worded that well enough.

But then it seeped into her.

Anger. It gently popped inside her like hot popcorn, as she told him about her boss 'forgetting' to send her the email that said the cafe was under renovations.

" Doesn't he have better things to do?" Leumin asked, the heat and the citrus mixing in an interesting flavor combo.

" That's the same thing I said!" Dotchi threw her hands into the air, noticing then that in this form she was so much shorter than him. The blush returned to her face with a small vengeance.

Was he a cuddler? Would he hold her with as much sweetness as his feelings? Would he hold onto the very core of her being, her heart, and make her feel so small in his hands?

" A-Anyways, No use crying over spilled milk... Might as well suck it up and move on, yeah?"

' You're going too far again, slow down, he's probably waiting for you to speak!'

" ... I suppose." The feelings were still there, though the sweetness soon poured over it with his happiness as he found she liked to game.

She found he was a florist, and noticed that while talking about it a small mellow flavor of the nervousness and sadness from before flavored it as he muttered something she couldn't hear.

She hoped she didn't do anything to make him upset, falling back into small contentment when the sweetness came back.

They talked until they were nearly before her house, and she looked up to him.

Gods... She hoped she wasn't being too forward for him.

" We're probably about two minutes from my place now. Would you... like to come over for some coffee?"

As she rambled at her coffee not being as good as that at the shop thanks to insufficient equipment, she could feel his excitement, which gave his feelings an excited popping feeling with his sweetness, like a Crunch Bar.

" Do you... Really not mind?" He asked.

" Not at all! I mean, you've gone out of your way to walk me home! I think a cup of coffee is the least I can do, you know?"

A not so small part of her wished she could do more for him, like maybe make him something hot to eat, or maybe get him out of his damp clothes-

But that was too far for a first meeting!

Too much!

" Well... I-If you really don't mind it, then... I accept your Kindness."

It wasn't like she wouldn't do that for others, empathy was literally what sustained her kind, but she was especially delighted at him being so nice to her as they got to her apartment building, and with a hopefulness for the future, let him inside.

[skiptomyylu]

Okay This Might Be Stupid: A Comparison of Adam Young and Aziraphale for Clarity Sake

Now I don't mean a comparison of their characters to say one was better than the others. It's more so a comparison of their personal relationships with Heaven and Hell. A comparison of how those relationships/connections formed their most impactful decisions with incredibly powerful beings.

Now...lets start with Adam Young and his relationship with Hell.

...crickets

It doesn't exist. Adam Young had literally no relation to hell other than Satan being his biological father. He had his friends and his family and Hogback Woods. Nobody in Hell really came up to talk to him and Adam didn't KNOW he was the son of Satan either until he started coming into his power OR until the devil showed up.

Adam Young has no connection to hell aside from Biology, and Hell has no connection to him. Of course he was able to stand up to his Father and Heaven and Hell and his own Destiny.

Because he's so brave- I love Adam so much

Aziraphale and Crowleys talk with him gave him a bit more confidence

HELL HAS NO HOLD ON HIM

They couldn't sway him even if he wanted to. Beelzebub TRIED sure offering to him that he'd get to rule the world. But he didn't want it anymore. He was able to break away from what was written and make his own Destiny.

Now...Aziraphale and Heaven.

Heaven has so much hold on Aziraphale- it's something else.

Emotionally, Physically, Mentally- Heaven is his foundation and fundamentals. They fed him the most rigid and incorrect ideas and lies and when he starts breaking from the mold they reprimand and belittle him until he's back into the shape they want him in.

They can watch him whenever they want. They already watch his miracles and got upset for having too many "frivolous" ones. They can pick and choose whatever they wish to do to/with him. He knew NOTHING of Jobs trials until the day it happened and the acted as though he was an idiot for not understanding.

HEAVEN has a hold on Aziraphale. Oh they have the strongest hold on Aziraphale- millions of years in the making. So strong that we can see the indent lines from their cold callous fists in Aziraphales words and ideals throughout history.

So of course the Metatron could come down, manipulate Aziraphale, and get EXACTLY what he wanted for him. OF COURSE it's that easy for them to do.

When it's said Aziraphale had no choice- we don't mean the Metaton tied him down or beat his ass and screamed "GO TO HEAVEN! NOW!"

It means his going to Heaven was NEVER a choice to begin with. The Metatron did not come down from HEAVEN to ask a yes or no question. He wasn't gonna leave without a souvenir- the tartan wearing Angel made of the clay heaven can mold however they like.

Oftentimes when a parent asks you to do something- it is not a question. It is a statement- an order- formed as a question for MAYBE the sake of politeness. But there is no NO option.

When the METATRON comes down from Heaven and offered you the position of Supreme Archangel so perfectly and carefully gift wrapped and catered towards you there is no NO option. There is no version of that conversation where Aziraphale would have said no.

So...can we stop calling Aziraphale an idiot or an asshole or something for doing what was set in stone the moment the Metatron walked into the bookshop.

TOODLEOO!

[airplanned]

WIP Wednesday Thursday

Zoro and Sanji are both dumbasses, just in different ways.

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Zoro's in the kitchen being underfoot, and just because he's in the damn way and he knows Zoro will hate it (haha!), Sanji smacks a kiss to his cheek.  Loud and popping and as annoying as he can possibly make it.  He's expecting Zoro to flail out an arm, to snarl at him and shout at him, and Sanji would laugh and laugh and laugh.  

He's not expecting Zoro to whip around in one smooth movement and slap his ass. Loud and popping and as annoying as he can possibly make it.

Sanji's soul jerks out of his body, leaving him stiff, wide-eyed, and frozen for a beat too long before he explodes with, "You fucking shitty lump of mold!"  

But Zoro's already out the door.  He shoots Sanji a grin over his shoulder that for a moment makes him look his age, and even as Sanji's skin and bones vibrate with indignation, the rest of his insides melt at the sight.  He should go after that idiot and drag him into a storage room.

He should go after him and punt him into the ocean.

It's impossible to decide which one is the more appealing option.

Fucking asshole.

He sighs and turns back to his meal prep.  But maybe his sigh was a bit too wistful, because Nami clears her throat.  He looks up to where Nami and Usopp have been sitting at the kitchen island.  

Sitting and watching.  

Usopp gives him a look like he's trying to do long division in his head and also has to sneeze.  Nami just looks exhausted.

"Please tell him not to do that in front of Luffy.  We don't need him getting ideas."

"Forget Luffy," Usopp says.  "Y'all shouldn't do that in front of me.  My eyes are delicate!"

Sanji laughs.  "No argument from me."  Except now that Sanji's had a moment, he's actually not against whatever that was happening again.  And, yeah, without other people around.  Yes.  Good.

"You did start it," Nami says.

"And Zoro finished it," Usopp adds.  They give him weirdly identical pitying looks.  Clearly, they've been hanging out together too much.

Sanji shakes his head.  "Look, he may have won that battle, but he won't win the war."

Nami blinks at him.  "The...war?"

"There's a winner?" Usopp asks.

Sanji nods. "That's what he says."

For a moment they both stare at him, but he's in agreement with them that it is an absurd game and Zoro makes no sense at all. While they're working through it in their heads, he chops more onions.

Nami's eyes are narrowed in thought as she slowly asks, "So...how does one win the war?"

"Oh!" Usopp jumps in. "Okay, so they're gonna get worse and worse until one day Sanji dares Zoro to marry him. Not just dare him, but double dog dare him.  That means you have to do it.  And then Zoro will say--" in what he must think is an impression of Zoro, Usopp frowns and glares off into the distance and says , "I never back down.  And then they'll get married!"

This explanation (although amusing) does not answer any questions and does not clear up anything for Nami.  "...That sounds like they both lose. No offense."

"None taken," Sanji says.  As if he'd dare Zoro to marry him.  We would never.

Well...actually... he could see picture it if he was in an extremely competitive mood, and he could see it if their fights escalated without Zoro backing down until they got to that point.  

But it's not like that would happen any time soon or anything.

"No no," Usopp explains. "You see, they'll both write their own vows, and whoever cries first when they read them loses."

"So...Sanji," Nami says.

"Oh yeah.  No doubt."

They both turn to give him pitying looks.  Identical pitying looks. 

"You're going to lose eventually," Nami says.  "No way around it."

"Yeah. Sorry, man."

"Just give up now and save us all from...that."  She waves a hand over her shoulder.

Sanji's not quite sure where to start with this.  They're making a big deal over nothing, and he has everything under control.  "Nami, it pains me to disagree with you--"

She throws her head back and groans.

"--But I will not be bested by sentient moss.  Don't worry.  I'll win before it escalates that far."

Now both of them are trying to do division and need to sneeze.  They turn to look at each other, holding some telepathic conversation.  (Way too much time together.)

"Okay, I'm out," Usopp announces, and Nami agrees with a, "Yep."

They both vanish from the kitchen without a decent goodbye.

[cheshire-shuntaro]

Alice in Borderland - Drug Cartel AU

This AU here was inspired by @andromedagarcia telling me about a city of Sanlúcar and how a drug cartel operates there in the open, so thank you. In the story I wrote Hatter operates a drug cartel in Argentina and Chishiya is the head of the lab, responsible for producing drugs. I want to invite y'all to add your little brick to this AU. Anyone and everyone is encouraged to join! Ways you could participate: 1. Imagining your own muse as they find themselves in the story outlined here and writing it as an independed fic. 2. Talking with the fellow writers on here and writing an RP starter or a short thread within the AU 3. Making art or moodboards or anything other you feel inspired to make. 4. Make sure you tag your pieces #aib drug cartel AU so I can find them and compile them

The scorching July sun of Mar de Plata broke through the blinds, landing directly on Chishiya’s eyelids, jolting him from a distant dream of his homeland. In his haze he saw nights where the air is not made up of cocaine particles or the odor of death, restricting his airways to a point of having to regurgitate his stomach contents. Instead, he felt the sea breeze on his face, the familiar neon-coloured streets of Tokyo reflected on his pale skin. Shuntaro was aware that the snippets of his past reality slipping through his fingers like the ever present beach sand were just a collection of romanticized movie clips more than anything else. The fact was that he would loath his existence regardless of the location he was currently residing in, these visions simply reminded him of much calmer and carefree times in his life.

Life was not kind to him with the set of parents he was given, not in a sense of being underprivileged financially - his father owned a hospital after all, but in a sense of being left to learn the ways of the world on his own. His dad’s eyes and belt focused on him solely when he got into mischief or ignored his orders; as a result, Chishiya had taught himself to take every opportunity to spite him. At first, he made himself believe that he did so because he came to love the way his father’s visage twisted with red, hot anger to a point of cartoonish steam coming out of his ears.

With the insight of years under his belt, Chishiya came to the conclusion that those were simply desperate and pathetic attempts at getting a crumb of his father’s attention. His mother was not abusive herself, but permissive of her husband’s belt treatment and that was enough for Shuntaro to loathe her even more than his father. He can distinctly remember the last time she hugged him, he was about 12 years old, she had embraced him and whispered into his ear that this was the last hug she would ever spare for him, that from this moment on he was a man and that it would be in his best interest to start acting like one. After that, it was not uncommon for her to hold him down while his father beat him senseless.

Looking back at the years spent at his given parents’ house he could not help but think of himself as a lesser human being, for not taking any active action against the abuse. Many would say now that he could not have known because he was a child after all, but he still held a particular hatred in his heart for this no-good idiot who decided to stay there until he was 16 to search for alternatives.

Thankfully, these alternatives appeared as soon as he ran away from home with nothing but the clothes on his back and the deep purple bruise on his face. A man who called himself Mad Hatter extended a helping hand, not only towards him but towards several young men and women in need of stability and purpose in life. He ran a lucrative drug enterprise in the heart of Tokyo and had a particular knack for noticing hidden genius within a person. He correctly established that Shuntaro had a certain affinity for exact sciences, more specifically Chemistry, so since day one he would push, knead and mold his brilliant mind to work in his own favour.

It was merely a matter of years before Chishiya became the master of his trade, far surpassing Hatters’ expectations towards him. The lab was his kingdom, every day he would sway in-between solid metal tables glistening under the dim light of the warehouse, dust-mask and white scrubs on, making sure that all of his employees stick to the recipe. He got what he wanted out of life in the end — stability and power which both gave him opportunities to maneuver in directions sometimes beneficial to him, but, all good things come to an end one way or another.

For Chishiya it had begun with an announcement from Hatter and Aguni on one stormy night. Soon before it, the police busted and closed one of their biggest labs, the mood among the more experienced members of the gang was sour and hopeless. They needed, no, they craved a promise of grandeur, a slightly mad plan that would help them be born anew.

Argentina. There is a hole in the drug market there, waiting to be claimed and we were to be the colonizers who would discover and seize the land as our own, Hatter said. He was a very persuasive man with a spark of insanity within him, so, almost everyone believed him blindly when he uttered those words. Chishiya was not among the enthusiastic ones but he was soon proved to be wrong, because 8 years later he was laying on very expensive bed, with AC humming in the background and the sun he came to loathe so very much, prying his eyes open from the hazy memories of the past.

It wasn’t just the sun, the clock struck 8:00 on Sunday, which meant in two hours time he would be standing before Hatter, or as he demanded to be called here — El Sombrerero Loco, reporting on the in and outs of his labs here in Mar de Plata.

For Chishiya these weekly meetings with his once saviour were dreadfully boring and unnecessary, every time he sat in the leather seat before El Sombrerero’s desk he had a déjà vu. Yes the new formula is in the works, Chishiya just needs a little more time, yes the delivery to Buenos Aires went without hiccups, yes your new Bugatti is splendid, yes your wife is as radiant as always, yes, yes, yes — on loop, every week.

What made matters worse was his visibly deteriorating mental state, not only he grew bolder in the ambitions department, since Aguni decided to amicably split from his grand empire he lacked a counterbalance of reason to his ambition and slowly but surely spiraled into madness. The material things that he could have within a blink of an eye did not satiate his desire for ultimate, less tangible things, like power.

Naturally, he did not complain about the lack of it, but as it often is the case with authority those who already possess it usually never get enough of it. With passing years his interest in expanding or, at least, keeping his drug enterprise afloat waned as he turned his gaze to other opportunities. His ideas became increasingly more curious and... mad.

Last year, to give an example, he decided to run for mayor of Mar de Plata. He lost of course, so the locals felt his fist tightening around the throat of the city a little bit more, in various ways. It was no secret what he did and what he was, even the local police stood no chance against his twisted ways of covering his tracks.

So, here stood Chishiya, amongst the many sins of one man hungry for power inside his slowly crumbling kingdom, with a legion of people loyal to El Sombrerero or simply tangled within this mess, each with a different story to tell.

But, alas, this right here  is Chishiya’s story to tell, so let us get back to the Sunday sun. He woke up, an empty space beside him in bed, wondering where she might have gone to this morning or perhaps the previous night. That was in Irma’s nature - to wander the paths she chose; he became used to it over the time of their marriage.

The cold shower washed away the reminders of the prickly sunlight that had the audacity to wake him up, and the delicious breakfast consisting of tostadas served with mermelada and queso crema reassured him that perhaps the meeting with his boss would surprise him, a deviation from the dreadfully boring repetition of those.

He got into his car, put on the AC and drove to get himself a cup of coffee, as he had done every day for the past 8 years. „No Coffee, No Prana” was usually less crowded, but this Sunday morning the line for fresh coffee curled around the block, full of pedestrians from all walks of life in which he took the last place.

Chishiya was an incredibly perceptive person, he thought it came from observing the micro expressions on his dad’s face when he was beginning to lose patience with him. So naturally, it didn’t take him long to notice that he was, in fact, being followed. Two people. They had parked a few cars behind him, and right now they were sitting on the bench on the opposite side of the street, their eyes darting to him occasionally. What was most curious about them is that they were gringos as locals call them, from a mile away you could tell that they did not belong amongst the crowds of tan-skinned people so prevalent here. Americans, Chishiya thought. Foreign intelligence agents, perhaps? Or maybe it was just Hatter’s paranoia rubbing off on him, because by the time he had exited the cafe, they were gone, them and their white Volvo sedan.

He quickly forgot about them when he pulled up in front of Hatter’s ridiculously sized villa. It was a massive and luxurious complex, the crown jewel of his kingdom. First the visitor would notice ancient greek statues in his front garden (unclear whether they were originals or not - very likely that they were), exotic trees from all over the world, radiant, multi-coloured flowers encircling the whole complex.

The amount of flowers and abundance of sweet aromas was almost contrarian to the machismo culture Hatter had slightly adopted since moving here. He always said that the garden was his wife’s kingdom, which she apparently designed herself; his kingdom was inside the house. They did not have any children but the mansion could comfortably hold at least 4 families with 2 children each. It felt ridiculously overdecorated, each room consequently held in art déco style with its hues of gold, black and brown, curling metallic spirals and leaf-like patterns. Amongst the splendour trotted a legion of men and women guarding the grounds of the complex or simply tending to its many rooms and flowers. Each and every one of them greeted Chishiya with a courteous nod when he passed them by, entering the mansion, his steps echoing throughout the winding corridor until he reached El Sombrero’s office, he knocked thrice on the sharp-edged oak door, as always waiting to be invited inside by his superior.

„¿Quien va alla? [Who goes there?]” a slightly annoyed and startled voice boomed from the other side, indicating being caught doing something red-handed. „Mierda, en seguida, huh? [Fuck, wait a moment, huh?]”

„Soy yo, El Conejo Blanco, es éste un mal momento? [It’s me White Rabbit, is now a a bad time?]” Chishiya said, bringing his head closer to the door to suss out what is happening on the other side, but before he could do that, he heard the other door to Hatter’s office open and close very carefully.

„Oh, it’s you, hijo [son]! Come on in, come on in then!” Hatter said, beckoning him inside.

Chishiya didn’t have to be told twice, he pushed the door open and gave a nod to the man sitting on the other side of the desk. The 8 years took a toll on him, he was older and there were wrinkles in the corner of his eyes, his skin was tanned, his hair was salt and pepper now, pulled into a messy bun most of the time and a beard he sometimes shaved if the summer was particularly scorching.

„You are punctual as always.” Hatter commented, closing his silk robe meticulously, „Coffee, tea, something stronger?” He said, gesturing to a bar cart with various drinks behind him.

„You are most gracious, but no, thank you I already had my morning coffee.” Chishiya said, half-smiling. „I have been thinking about our latest shipment to...” He begun speaking business as the clock struck 10:00, it was time for the weekly report, and he thought to better get on with it, but before he had the chance to finish, Hatter blew a raspberry at him. He started to form the sentence anew but the same thing happened. „Is everything quite alright?” Chishiya asked, cocking his head to the side, confused.

Hatter unexpectedly pulled himself up from his chair and jumped on it, assuming a squatting position with his elbows on his knees.

„Yes! Yes! Yes! Thank you for noticing, you see, my front garden? It looks really... bland, not an ounce of character up in this bitch, I need something to freshen it up.” Hatter uttered these words at a speed which made Shuntaro raise his eyebrow slightly, his boss was clearly high on his own product.

„I need you to bring me a few of those cute striped kitties they are keeping in the zoo in town. There is a banquet planned for tomorrow and the Chief of Police is invited, so I am in need of something that has the wow effect, so to speak.” Hatter said, his eyes widening.

Cute striped kitties? He did not mean the endangered Andean Cat, surely? Chishiya quickly gathered that Hatter was in one of his moods, therefore, the best way to proceed without unnecessary drama was to nod and smile, so he did just that.

„Of course, boss, whatever you wish. We could not let the Chief of Police go unwowed, of course. Do you wish me proceed with reporting this weeks’ state of the lab?”

„No, no. Just send in your assistant, tell them to come in the evening.” Hatter answered, waving his hand dismissively. „You are free to go too, you have a lot on your plate right now, hijo.” He added, standing up yet again, leaning over his desk.

„As you say. I will see you later then, cats in hand.” Chishiya said, slightly taken aback by the abrupt order, but as told, he simply got up and started walking back to his car with a puzzled expression on his face.

This was the first time Chishiya saw Hatter in such a state; the jittering, the empty, gaze wandering around the room, were not uncommon, but, did not last long previously. They were but glimpses and blips in between the moments in which he was his usual, charismatic self. But this morning he seemed to cross the line between sanity and craziness. Also, the outrageous request that would most likely end up with him getting locked up for a petty crime in comparison to the mountain of sins he has already committed. Chishiya had never trusted his gut feelings, mostly relying on logic and hard facts but this time his gut was very insistent on the fact that this Sunday morning was the beginning to an end.

As his fingers curled around his car door handle his fingertips felt something that was not previously there - a soft, smooth material. He took the mysterious object out - it was a piece of paper stuck to the inside with a moist gum, indicating that whoever left it was still in the vicinity, he looked around before unraveling it.

„The lions are closing in, White Rabbit, if you don’t wish to get mauled with the rest of them, find me here, tomorrow at 6 — Av. Independencia 2602, white Volvo sedan”

It turns out that he was followed, after all. It was not particularly hard to keep his expressions neutral in case of prying eyes because he was always very good at it. But the fact that they knew not only his internal code name but where he lived, was really, really, really bad.

So, his gut was right, this was the beginning to an end, he thought as he put the piece of paper into the pocket of his trousers and started the engine of his car.

[scarletkilometers]

Seven Snippet Sunday

it’s monday afternoon but I wouldn’t worry about that. tagged by @bumblerhizal-art, tagging @guzmascanary, @cryptidpiers, & anyone else who wants to do this. taken from various in-progress pokemon fics

1) I Just Wanted To Illustrate A Headcanon About Possession And Delayed Amnesia And Now I’m Researching Folk Medicine, How Did I End Up Here

You turn your attention to the hearth where you’ve left a soup broth bubbling for your guest; kelp and dried fish, something simple and nourishing that he should be able to keep down even if his stomach isn’t cooperating. You leave it be and go about preparing an herbal tea to soothe his fever as well as any pain he might be in. Lady Sneasler sniffs the curling steam and recoils, giving you an offended look that can most politely be interpreted as You're not seriously feeding him that, are you?

"Oh, pardon me, I didn't realize you’d become an expert in herbal remedies. I've seen you eat Stunky carrion, My Lady, don't go acting like you have some kind of refined palate." Lady Sneasler gives a mollified sniff and stations herself at the head of the stranger’s cot.

2) Fun Times With Outsider POVs

You're about 6 inches from the door when someone calls out "Excuse me!" You turn to see a shy-looking girl jump up from the bench and follow you to the door. Your immediate impression of this girl is paaale, from her flax-colored hair to her all-white outfit to her suspiciously pristine shoes. 

"You were able to beat the gym leader, right?" She points at the Cerulean gym badge pinned to the strap of your bag. "That means you're strong, right?" 

"Sure, I guess so." You shrug. It's only your second badge so far, but if she wants to flatter you, you're not going to stop her.

"Then would you mind having a battle with me? I need more practice." The girl enunciates very carefully, and speaks with a noticeable accent. Probably foreign, then. 

3) Lunch Time With Selene And The Champion Of Alola

"It's some bullshit that Goli can't learn U-Turn, though," he grumbles. "Fuckin' obscene is what it is." 

"You gonna do League Regulation about it?" You half-tease. You take the basket and start helping yourself to the fried squash. "You're the law until I feel like taking my title back, and all. 'Can he get all the paperwork processed before being ultimately dethroned?' Think of the new layer of challenge that would add--"

"Shaddup, brat." He yanks the basket away and starts rooting around for any onion pieces you've left behind. "Pretty sure it don't work like that. You can't exactly regulate a Goldeen into bein' able to use Fire Punch, you dig?" 

"You can if you're not a weenie!" Guzma beans a piece of eggplant off your forehead. "Fi-i-i-ine, but does Kukui know you know that?" 

There is a moment of thoughtful silence before a wicked grin spreads across his face. "I think I'm gonna have to give the Professor a call after this."

4) The Existential Implications of Parasect

There might be Parasect in Galar somewhere, but if there are, they wouldn’t be anywhere near Spikemuth. So this is the first chance you’ve ever had to get familiar with one. You're struck suddenly by its eyes; what you’d taken from a distance to be cataracts is actually a film of fuzzy, fibrous growth that completely covers the creature’s eyestalks. managing the family grocery budget and making sure there was always good food in the house, recoils in horror. Mold! That’s mold, you idiot! You shut it right up. It’s not a strawberry that’s gone past its sell-by date, it’s a pokemon, and it belongs to your very good friend. Even if it is a creepy little thing.

“Cute, ain’t he?” Guzma sighs, touching his cheek to yours. 

5) Real Cahoots Will Change Your Life

It is far from a secret that the two of you came from another time and place, but there are many aspects of that experience that you simply do not refer to in mixed company. In some cases your shared status as outsiders allows others to overlook social missteps, and in others, it is an excuse to look at them twice as hard. There are feelings you don't acknowledge, opinions you do not voice, because doing so in mixed company would serve no purpose but to emphasize that you are not truly one of them. The atmosphere it creates is as oppressive as a hand on your throat. And for the two of you, strangers in a strange land, mixed company is thus far the only kind you've had. 

That, you suppose, is why you said yes. It is a kind of loneliness that cuts straight to the bone, and persists even as you find yourself surrounded by people.

6) I’m Pretty Sure This Is How Everyone Reacts To Seeing Leon For The First Time

The guy’s about Kukui’s height with a pretty similar build, but where Kukui is attractive in a relatively ordinary way, this guy is—there’s no other word for it—boy band pretty, with miles of shiny purple hair and absurdly sparkly gold eyes. He looks like a Disney princess and he’s wearing lime green running shorts and an awful tacky souvenir tee-shirt that reads Hulbury Aquarium over its stretched-out decal in giant orange letters. What the fucking fuck.

You know you’ve been staring too long when he clears his throat and asks “Are you alright?” His brows are creased slightly with concern. Fuck, those eyes. How are they so expressive? You force your jaw shut and try to come up with something non-obnoxious to say.

“Yeah, m’fine.” You are not fine, you’ve got twigs in your hair, dirt all down your front—that shirt was white, fuck your hot life—the pokemon you wanted to catch is long gone, and you’re apparently too brain-scrambled to manage complete sentences in the presence of the most stupidly pretty person you’ve seen in the last ever. Fuck this trip, you’re going home.

7) Cyrus Goes to Space & is Only 75% as Much of an Asshole

It’s night when you finally arrive on the island of Melemele, which suits you both just fine. After so long in the dark and gloom of the Ultra Beasts’s domains, the daylight of this world is like a sawblade to the eyes. While you have every intention of fulfilling your promise of delivering your companion back to his team, it quickly becomes apparent that neither of you are in any condition to do so. You’ve both been away from this world for weeks and you need to readjust, to light, to noise, to being in a world with people in it. Guzma is faring much worse than you in that regard. Even the minimal amount of human contact he had to endure on the voyage left him overwhelmed and glassy-eyed. You have no idea how long he had been in those dark, smothering caves prior to your arrival; you never asked.

[justinforprez]

Elon Musk

I've posted something like this before but someone asked me my opinion on Musk.

I hate him for so many reasons.

He is a liar, con man, rich kid, egomaniac, parasite, and more.

His words contradict his actions.

He says he wants all subsidies ended but every single one of his businesses relies on subsidies.

he claims to "know more about manufacturing than anyone else on Earth." Yet his cars are fucking dogshit and very expensive.

While being "pro free speech" on twitter he censors those who mock/criticize him like a child. Also twitter is bleeding money and will eventually go bankrupt. what good is a platform where the speech is lost after just a few year when the servers shut down?

Elon has tweeted about western/Christian/family values but he has had like 6 (7?) wives. can he not manage to keep one?

Tesla had a reasonable stock value before he started to hype it up to unreasonable levels. This has already had a negative effect on so many people' retirement funds. This false hype actually got him banned from serving on the board for a few years. it needs to be permanent. but if that happens Teslas stock will collapse to $35/share or less where it belongs. This will be even more devastating for people's retirement funds.

Its NOT a tech company. Its a fucking car company with NOTHING special about it. Well, with ONE exception and I will grant them this. Theya r ethe only electric car company that makes money. But with recent releases about how it might be some kind of Enron-esque fraud I won't hold my breath. For the sake of everyone invested in tesla and even my own 401k that I don't manage and has tesla shares in it I hope its not true.

He keeps selling Tesla shares driving the price down to fund Twitter. Which is perfectly fine but its not sustainable.

He was forced to quit Paypal. He was fired. He had a golden parachute. All his other money comes from government subsidies and greater fools (investors). All of his "not worth" is in Tesla and now Twitter is tied to that value. When either fail/collapse the other will too.

He is an idiot who has never invented anything. Hyperloop is a scam. if you mention it I will beat you with a brick. Even the greatest achievement of SpaceX, the Merlin engine, wasn't their invention (when I say "their" I mean SpaceX engineers, not Musk). NASA commissioned JPL to make a cheap engine. They did. NASA asked the industry who wants it? and they all said "lol, lmao even". And now we see that the merlin was bad and thats why they changed the engine a LOT. It no longer has an ablative nozzle. its vastly simplified. I'm not knocking the immense amount of work the engineers put into making the engines and integrating them but the base design was not sued by other companies for a reason. Their improvement are impressive. The cost per unit is impressive... if its true. When you look at the money we know of that has gone into SpaceX its hard to actually say. Without financial records we may never know. Space is a highly subsidized industry for a reason and I don't think we should stop. But Musk wants the subsidies stopped so he shouldn't get any contracts.

The company that made the giant injection molding machine Tesla now sues for Model 3's invented it and patented it. Tesla do not own it. They did not design it. And Musk sure as fuck had nothing to do with it.

Failure #42069: Cybertruck

he engages in union busting. he fails to pay people's overtime. that sounds like good Christian values to me

I personally know someone that worked at the first gigafactory and they were fired for talking to Musk. Now to be fair they were all told not to talk to him. This is called "victimization" and its an illegal part of a hostile work environment. But its a part of his FAKE "autistic" persona he created to appeal to redditors. There are plenty of leaked emails and old interviews from the paypal days to show what he is really like. I believe there is even an interview with one of his families where they say this. Also his fake oersona even has a fake backstory. He comes from Old Money. He acts like he was picking himself up from his bootstraps like he didn't have huge investments from his family. I won't blame elon for his father's crimes against humanity.

Solar City. His cousins failing solar company that he bought with Tesla money that was not his. He paid out his family huge sums. Tesla shareholders got fucked, raw. And then the solar shingles fraud which went to court and was found to be fraud.

why is this man not in jail?

I do not believe that he is for free speech or western values or traditional values or anything except Elon. Elon is for Elon. More money for Elon? Yes. Less money for Elon? No.

Selling cars is his business. His scams like the Vegas Loop or hyperloop or whatever its called these days are just that, scams. They have no potential to "solve the god damn traffic problem" as he claims. they are there to prop up stock value, get attention, and draw money away from real transit projects.

He says he hates regulations and red tape but he is responsible for quite a bit of red tape. For example, energy storage. California are idiots that import coal power from Arizona but they don't want any dirty pwoer in tehri state so they installed battery storage systems. Okay well batteries actually let them store renewable energy so thats good. Well there were almost no regulations on such systems. That is until Musk revolutionized the industry. Several people died as a result of battery fires from the MegaPack energy storage systems from Tesla. So, in response California added a bunch of new laws regulating energy storage systems. these laws are making their way into building codes across the world. If they had just made safer systems like every other manufacturer we wouldn't have these laws.

318 fires vs 25 fires per 100,000 cars sold. Tesla is the big number and Nissan is the small number for EV fires. this is not a fair comparison. The leaf has a much smaller battery. Fire fighters have had to add lithium extinguishing foam to trucks because of Tesla. But that was probably inevitable.

Optimus is a scam. Robotaxis are such a scam I can't believe that all the Model 3 buyers haven't asked for a refund. Neuralink is not a scam but is in its infancy and is jsut meant for the disabled. its meant to reconnect nerves. He is WAY overhyping what it might do at this point.

He doesn't treat people's lives with respect. He sent ghetto CPAP machines to hospitals that needed respirators during covid. He may have slowed down the rescue of those miners in Chile by saying he would save them. He called the british hero who did save them a pedo and he was not. He threatened Buzzfeed to remove articles critical of him (which they did). So he is abusing the court system. Again great traditional western values. Picking on those under you.

In 2019 Musk supported Andrew yang for president and said universal basic income was "obviously needed" which sounds like some kind of government subsidy but really its just him saying whatever he thinks will get him what he wants.

He's not a man of principles. He is a man of money.

I could go on but I won't. For now.

[the-firebird69]

I feel like an idiot but I want to find out how fast this can go if that c7 can go 180 I mean come on doesn't even have curiosity 180 out of a freaking lawn mower that's ridiculous but then again our friend can run 120 miles an hour so what that's his dumb it's probably a John Deere okay LOL it says no I think it's a Troy-Bilt and really he wants to issue these stupid cars as troy-bilts and boy that's a good idea these guys like it they wouldn't let him remember the name and it sounds good he says it might be timing I got to do this works I can't figure out how that would work he says with my car and go faster he's and he wants to know that's me I want to know how fast that's ridiculous so I might show up for the race with my car on a lawn mower chassis yeah and I might beat him but they did extend the challenge

John Cena

We don't think you can do it you barely got him something and it cost you that's just way too heavy we're going to try it using our cars I have the c8 now and he has the GT both of them are very fast and with the light weight it should go faster I've never heard of anything that was that fast it's not true it might even go faster with these designs and will he says about 10 or 20 mph and that's stupid 200 mph on a lawn mower it has to be done and it's this cow manure and other things that bja and his are up already he says it's not very hard to make you have BG make the shell and you can make molds from a clay or whatever makes it out of wood he probably should make it out of wood that's also symbolic he doesn't need to have the exact design you can get it pretty close and for the lawn mower chassis and he's smiling and saying I might do that but wow 200 miles an hour jeez

John Cena

We think ours will go faster with this particular Hull and were going to put it together. So we're getting together our stuff and we're going to build it and we're going to make several versions and we're going to arrange for a race off Vegas and yes we can get away but really we're going to do this he says if we don't get away we'll leave the prototype and they might stop and we want them to have it now I'm starting to see it we use their methods but the best stuff we can find for a decent and yeah we think it'll go fast with a 45 two steps up with a differential super cool everything with the John Cena cenerraider shell and new tires rim suspension so use the chassis and the drivetrain new controls and interior and I think it'll go plain Jane it's like BG and his new cars it's very light and it's effective but only one seat and no finishes it says Matt finish and we'll do that to make it look decent and really we think we'll get 220 mph and it won't be able to beat us we have two people who want to be the test pilots and he says that she should do it it might help us get away he wants her to do it because she's angry and frustrated needs to beat them at something so she's going to go ahead and do it he beats them at buttering his toast correctly. Everyday. We're going to get this going

Frank Castle hardcastle

I'm owed too many lawns I mowed too many lawns I can't stand this it's perfect

Bja

Oh boy I'm going after my old people by accident now I have to stop them and I can't he's saying it might be back proper inside or Interrupters and we fight all sorts of stuff this is great I designed this car built it and I have to be the one to do this he says sometimes people say they're good or they don't then again it goes the other way and out in Vegas fighting over the house with the rising Sun this actually blows we're going to do that video and I think it's to fight over racing or something

Trump

It's actually you guys going out there beforehand and to try and get your cars out there and you can't and you have these other cars they have nothing to do with it at all and what he's saying is you meet up and put them on the same car carrier and they said you're crazy but okay they might try that he says the only other way to do it cuz you put a different body on it and you take the body off and you put the new one on it when you get there they say this is nuts too so they're going to try both

Duke Nukem Blockbuster

I might do it that way but I have easier stuff but not really that sounds great and just bringing their panel or two time and you're driving in it's like a Toyota Corolla that's kind of the weirdest thing I've ever heard showing up for the car that's like a race car it's not that powerful insanity to put a shell on it you're going to drive down the strip with a damn thing can you imagine this sounds like fun

John Cena

We have to put a special permit out there nobody's going to get there

Mac daddy

We probably do that

James kahn

Olympus

[ffordesoon]

“Wouldn’t Be Made Today”

i just saw this image put forth by some dumb idiot right-wing brit grifter on the tweeter, and it made me mad, so i’m gonna complain about it for a bit. join me, won’t you?

(note that i have no idea what simon bird actually said, and i’m not blaming him for the shitty and possibly deceptive pullquote. i’ve also never seen the inbetweeners, and i’m just using it as a random example here.)

the “X would never be made today” argument is such a dopey non-point, even among conservative arguments. but it’s all the more insidious for that. because the basic statement is self-evident, right? it’s not the fucking dunk on Woke Culture these numpties think it is, though. for it to be a dunk, you have to buy into this stupid crypto-fash declinist value judgment fallacy that the art of the past is Good and Right and the art of the present is Bad and Wrong, blah blah cultural decay, reject modernity, embrace tradition etc.

that’s not how art works! it’s not how culture works! most importantly, it’s not how artists work! they are not eternal beings who live outside of time! every single piece of art/entertainment/whatever is a product of particular and often uncontrollable circumstances which are impossible to replicate outside of those circumstances.

like, say the exact same cast and crew who made the inbetweeners decided to do a shot-for-shot remake of their show this year, using the exact same scripts and slavishly following the original beats, and so on. say they accomplish that goal to the maximal extent it can be accomplished. is the result the same show? no! of course not! it would be super weird!

even - perhaps especially - if they managed to reproduce every possible controllable detail, the inevitable differences would still stick out. everyone in the cast would be over a decade older, for a start. the weather on outdoor shooting days would be different, and even given an unlimited CGI budget for faking the weather on the old show and de-aging and blah, it would still look off.

”but wright,” you might reply, “when conservative weirdos lament that something wouldn’t be made today, they mean cultural mores and expectations have shifted enough that it wouldn’t be possible to pitch and create a roughly equivalent show today! all this semantic waffle about a hypothetical theseus’ show situation is a total strawman! no one’s arguing that literally cloning the inbetweeners in 2023 is possible or even desirable!”

you’re correct. the entire scenario is ridiculous on its face, as i’m sure you’ve already noticed. and it’s ridiculous because it presumes everyone involved in the inbetweeners wants to spend years doing a theseus’ show exact remake version of it in 2023. which they don’t, because they did it already.

which is my larger point. the reason the inbetweeners - and/or literally any piece of media that has aged at all - “wouldn’t be made today” is not because the Woke Mind Virus turned everyone into trans SJW beta cucks. it’s not even entirely because cultural mores have shifted - they have, for sure, but that doesn’t mean the audience for a roughly equivalent show isn’t there. in fact, the dunk quote tweet that brought this stupid image to my attention specifically mentioned derry girls as a direct - and superior, in their opinion - descendant of the inbetweeners, so it’s not as if shows in the same mold aren’t being made or can’t be made, is it?

no, the inbetweeners “wouldn’t be made today” because the cast and crew of the inbetweeners made the inbetweeners already! they’re different people for having made it! they’ve had over a decade of life experiences since they made it! they’d do the show differently if they made it now, because they’re different, and the audience is different, and the world is different! that’s not The Wokes doing anything - it’s just how time works! UGH!

ahem. anyway, yeah, heraclitus called this shit, so shut up, you weird fashy losers. k? k.

[cyvorg]

Dating/being friends my yautja OCs and what it’s like:

Bubba:

- Despite his growing rank as a warrior, Bub is actually a very laid back yautja. Very little irks him and he doesn’t have an angry bone in his body.

- He is, however, a very mischievous, smug bastard. He won’t be mean about it though. He likes to pull subtle little pranks, all in good fun of course. If you yell at him for it he’ll just laugh at you. He finds it endearing.

- His name of course isn’t actually Bubba, that’s a human nickname he got and he took a great liking to. His actual name is Xero’heta (sh-ee-ro-He-TA). His human nickname is a term of endearment as a brother in arms. He loves it when you call him nicknames (Bubs, Bubboms, Bubby, ….Booba).

- He is a textbook definition of a dumb himbo jock. He may tease you a lot, but if you reciprocate with romance in mind he won’t pick up on it. You gotta be candid with him.

- Bub is a young adult by human standards, so he isn’t as traditional as more seasoned, older yautja, and doesn’t mind learning new customs. He’s willing to engage in human traditions and rather enjoys it. He specifically likes bubble baths, especially when you bring in all the bath bombs and bubbles. Purrrr.

- Loves play wrestling with your much smaller frame. He is by no means rough, but he finds it amusing when you get all huffy and determined to beat him. He’ll let you too. His pride is by no means in danger.

Kûn’ta

- Give a shut-in idiot an obsessive hobby, and you have Kûn’ta.

- Don’t get me wrong, he’s smart and very independent. He built his own prosthetic, and continues to modify it with stuff like torches for fingers, he has a good hand in engineering, and is a biologist. Anything book-wise and tech-wise he exceeds in. His social skills? Laughable.

- Kûn’ta has accepted long ago that he’s a recluse to his clan and is fine with it. He doesn’t need friendship or a father figure anyway. He has… his dirt jars! And… his insects! Who needs anyone if you have those things.

- He will be surprised if you tolerate him and his antics. And maybe… excited?? He will vibrate at the chance to talk your ear off about cell-regrowth or the strange mold growing in the forest and how it tasted funny-

- Again, his social skills aren’t the greatest. He will not notice how annoying he’s being. He’s just excited to be able to voice his interests without being ridiculed or brushed off.

- He doesn’t have any awareness for personal space, and he will violate it. Sorry to those who aren’t a fan of having their bubble broken into, but he can’t help but lift your arms to look at your tiny fingers, or take your chin in his hand to look at your mouth. He has an insatiable curiosity and he isn’t one to deny it. He’s too eager to learn about new autonomy. Consider that a bonus or a turnoff.

- He does not have ANY self preservation. That’s probably the only ‘honorable’ trait about him to his own kind. He will jump in a cave just to see what plant life grows there. He will wrestle a beast of any caliber to look at its teeth. He will eat the strange, very-poisonous looking fungi to tell you it tastes like chicken. Where there is usually anger or disgust towards the parasitic serpents, he hungers for the day he gets to dissect one. He finds strange beauty to things considered disgusting or odd to most people.

- Where you might be the monster-fucker in this situation, so is Kûn’ta to his own kind funny enough.

- He will watch you sleep. Count on it.

Judah

- Judah is a very seasoned warrior. He is an elder and has faced many bloody pillages. He is the embodiment of a classic yautja from the first Predator movies. He’s quite brutal. He was a very highly-ranked general of sorts, but due to an event, he was left for dead on an icy terrain away from his home planet and lost his title, labeled a bad-blood.

- Because Judahs conditions are rather extreme, it’s safe to assume you two did not meet on good terms. He would’ve killed you on sight.

- This man is out for blood. For his own clan specifically. How could they abandon him? They will regret the day they dishonored him. He aches for it.

- He has some obvious issues. Beneath his horrid temper, his carnage, is confusion and fear. Everything is a threat to him, after he had lost it all, how could it not be?

- So you managed to not get killed. To him it’s because you’re too pathetic to even kill. Maybe he’ll save you for lunch. Either way he has no respect for you, and chase you off if you follow him. He’s a hard nut to crack.

- Even if he manages to tolerate you, it won’t get much easier. His prejudice is very strong, and he views other species as inferior.

- He’s a big man baby. His issues are mostly towards himself. How he had it all and now he’s worth less than dirt to his clan. He splays this outwards into anger towards the rest of the world. You will need an insane amount of patience with him, he won’t befriend you overnight.

- In light of this however, if you are the person that sticks with him through and through, show him you aren’t his enemy -he will have the deepest respect for you. He will be your warrior after, he just hasn’t found his alternative purpose yet.

[alrighty-matty]

neon blue sky

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: You seek refuge in Matt’s living room after a date and have a heartful conversation together.

Warning: banters, mentions of alcohol (beers), two idiots in love but won’t admit to each other.

Note: is this a form of self-indulgence? who knows! but i love the idea of having a late-night, heartful conversation with matt. he really sounds like a great person to have heartful conversations with.

You told yourself you came here out of convenience. It was definitely closer to the restaurant you just had dinner from, and the taxi fare was a lot cheaper if you came here instead of your own apartment.

Matt’s apartment had become undeniably familiar, in a way you could never explain. You even had an unofficial official reserved spot on one of his couches, molded and shaped almost like you, just the right shape to hug your body when you decided to sit on that exact spot. On days you weren’t around to claim it, it was guarded by blankets and pillows.

A numbly freezing sensation pressed on your cheek suddenly caught you off guard, fishing out a loud, breathy gasp from your lips. Matt’s laughter followed right after, bright and merry.

“Fuck you,” you hissed, covering the exact spot the cold beer bottle had kissed.

“You’re too quiet. It’s never a good sign,” Matt tipped one of the beers he had on his both hands in your direction.

Grabbing a bottle quietly, you muttered a thank you before taking a huge sip of it. “I was just thinking.”

“Also not a good sign,” Matt placed his beer on the coffee table. “Scoot,” he said, nudging your legs with his knees and kneeling on the small space between the couch and the coffee table. “You’re staining my rug.”

You eyed him untangling the strap of your heels through the rim of your bottle. It was still a foreign sight to your eyes—no matter how much you had witnessed it—to see him wear anything but his usual pressed suit and tie. “Careful, they’re expensive.”

“My rug is twice as expensive.”

“My heels are twice as cute.”

“Is it? I can’t tell,” Matt gently slid the heels off your feet and discarded them on the floor.

You shoved him on the shoulder gently. “One of these days, Matthew, you’re going to get in trouble for recycling your blind man joke.”

“What are they going to do to a poor blind man like me? They love me,” Matt slid into the empty spot next to you, beer bottle in his hand. There were a few beats of silence as he took a swig of his beer, neon lights dancing on his skin. “How was your date?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, tugging the hem of your dress as you did. “The restaurant was nice, the food was good, the wine was good,” you trailed absentmindedly. “The best part was their tiramisu, though. I think I’d cry my eyes out if I don’t end up embarrassing myself.”

Matt chuckled. “That good?”

“That good,” you nodded. “I’ll take you there someday so you can have the same spiritual experience I had.”

“Looking forward to it,” Matt smirked behind his beer. “Was he nice to you?”

“He’s nice,” you took a swig of your beer, almost missing the way his eyebrows raised into his hairline briefly. “He’s fun, easy to talk to, and quite witty too. We shared the same favorite movie which is neat.”

“Mamma Mia?” he tilted his head, a barely concealed surprise on his face.

You grimaced. “I may or may not mention The Truman Show instead of Mamma Mia tonight.”

Matt laughed. “Seriously?” he nudged your shoulder gently, shaking his head. “Do you even like it?”

“I like it!”

“Not as much as Mamma Mia?”

“Oh, nothing could topple my love for Mamma Mia, really,” you grinned at him. “But The Truman Show is still a genuinely good and enjoyable movie if you’re wondering.”

“If you say so,” Matt shrugged. “And?”

“And… what?” you furrowed your eyebrows, confused.

“You showed up in my apartment right after a date. Did something happen? Did he magically grow a second head or something that you seek refuge in my living room and ransack my fridge?”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m not ransacking your fridge. I’m judging your fridge.”

“What? You’re judging my broccoli? Is that it?”

You hummed, grinning. “Yeah. Mine is greener.”

“Wow. Would love to see that someday.”

You groaned, earning Matt’s laughter bubbling in the air, borderline giggling.

You eyed the neon lights seeped through his floor-to-ceiling windows, dancing on the floor like flowers dancing through the wind in the spring. Matt was bathed in the light, purple and blue and pink danced harmoniously on his skin. It made your heart clench. He almost looked otherworldly, painfully so, like he was a celestial being winded up in the corner of Hell’s Kitchen.

There was no reason— you just craved a familiarity, and Matt was one of them. You considered ringing Karen or Foggy on the way out, but your feet ended up dragging you to his front door anyway. After hours bathed in someone else’s presence—perfume clinging on your coat and your dress annoyingly like a sticker that won’t come off perfectly—you wished to be drowned in Matt’s presence instead.

“Well?”

“Well,” you dragged your words slowly, eyes following the movement of the neon light fading in and out. “Nothing happened. I had fun. He was asking me to go on a second date actually, can you believe that?”

Matt titled his head slightly, cocking an eyebrow and pressing his lips. “Really? That’s… great,” he said, drinking his beer. There was a soft splashing sound when he moved the bottle away from his lips. “Did you— did you say yes?”

“I told him I’d think about it,” you sighed loudly, sinking further into his couch, silently wishing to be swallowed whole. “Probably not gonna happen.”

“Why not?”

You slid your gaze into his face, studying him. There was a blooming bruise just right above his cheekbone, undeniably new, and a healed and fading bruise cradling the corner of his eyes. “It just doesn’t feel right,” you shook your head. “Enough talking about me. What about you, mister? Is there any woman or man in your life that I don’t know of?”

Matt chuckled. “No.”

“No?” you tilted your head teasingly. “I’m sure the devil has a little spare time for a little fancy dinner.”

“He’s been busy.”

“Busy brooding on the rooftop while it’s raining?”

“He prefers the term patrolling, thank you,” he poked your side playfully.

“Eh, semantics,” you grinned widely. “Seriously, not at all?”

Matt turned his head in your general direction, his eyebrows furrowed slightly. If you didn’t know better you would’ve thought he was staring right into your soul. Even then, it was hard to shake away the feeling he was staring— studying you carefully. “It just doesn’t feel right,” he parroted.

“Maybe you scared them off with your funky little ears.”

Matt bristled. “They’re horns.”

“Even worse.”

“Are you here to criticize my outfit?”

“It’s my god-given right!” you argued, already half-laughing watching his pinched face. “Because what is friendship if not—”

“—bullying persevering?” Matt finished for you, the corner of his lips twitched slightly.

“Yup,” you nodded eagerly, body twisted slightly to face him completely. You and Matt stayed quiet for a moment before bursting out into laughter together, the sound mixing together in the air with the pitter-patter of the rain outside hitting the windows.

You slid down on the couch gently, head dropped in Matt’s shoulder as your laughter died down gradually. “At this point, we’re going to end up alone with fifty cats or something.”

“Cats are not so bad,” Matt said, resting his cheek atop your head and scrunching his nose. “Maybe not fifty. It’s too much.”

“Twenty?”

“Still too much.”

“Ten?”

“Better, but still a handful.”

“Five, then.”

“I can do five,” Matt hummed in agreement. “Five is good.”

“We can be a cat breeder once we retire.”

“You already have a retirement plan?”

“You don’t?” you yawned, nuzzling into his shoulder further, suddenly aware of how exhausted you were and how long the night had been. “Do you mind if I crash here?”

“Just go to sleep,” Matt said, running his fingers gently on your face to close your eyes. He plucked an almost empty bottle away from your hand and placed it on the coffee table.

“Wake me up if you plan to go out,” you mumbled. “Nighty, Matty.”

Matt pressed his nose into your hairline. “Goodnight.”

[imeternallylove]

Forgiveness accepted - S.Strange

Stephen Strange x Reader

genre: only fluff ><

words: approx 900

summary: this shows how your stephen makeup with you which he didn't become a sorcerer yet

dividers

You're upset at Stephen. Absolutely, totally and very enraged.

He was sure of what he had done and to what point had kindled your anger. He relied on his greatest surgeon's tolerance to get him through your silent treatment for the first several minutes, hours, day, and till it was overnight now.

Stephen expected that by the end of the day, you would have forgiven him.

But your attempts were tireless, much to his chagrin. When night fell, he never felt more remorse for his deeds than when you rebuffed his snuggling efforts. Instead, you'd pushed yourself to sleep at the edge of the bed, as far away from him as you could get.

Last night, he doesn't sleep well.

You too.

The darkness melts as the sun shines brightly. When you awoke the following morning. Your body is stiff, with aches and pains. You roll over to see if Stephen is still sleeping, but the shared bed was vacant, with no trace of his sleep mold.

Your lips form a straight line, and your stomach feels hollow, the most of your rage having fled the moment you recall his attempting to scoop up you into his embrace the night before. Nonetheless, you stayed steadfast in your denial.

While strolling to the bathroom with an open light bulb on the nightstand and sleepily grumbling, you couldn't help but wonder if Stephen missed you as much as you did him.

You walk into the kitchen barefoot and dry your hair with a towel. So yet, there had been no sign of him. You begin to worry if he is now raging with you and has left you in this apartment to go to the hospital.

You release a tired sigh, clip your damp hair out of your face as you move to the dining area, and then freeze.

You're mistaken.

That is just wrong.

Stephen is not angry with you. Not even a speck.

There is a broad range of breakfast on the table. Strawberries, chocolate, bagels, pancakes, and French toast. As you get further, you stumble to an empty plate with the messy-handwritten words "I'm sorry" in maple syrup and a solitary red rose. It's out of character for your man; you gaze around the dish again, wondering how he managed to prepare it all at 6 a.m. You can't help but smile while scratching your nose.

God, he's incredibly good at making you appreciate how precious you are to him. That idiot. Strange is an idiot.

Your idiot, only.

You reach out and smell the florescent bud rose fragrant in your palm. Then, from the table, take a mug of coffee. The cup is still warm. He's got to be somewhere.

The two solid arms wrap around your middle abruptly, and his chin rests on your shoulder. He finds a way to make both of your heads make contact as if he can read your preferred front-to-back cuddle style. You feel pressured to remain silent. He says calmly after a beat. "People think of me as the hard, a silent sort, but they haven't met you."

His cologne scent is indeed faint. This morning, all of his scents have been overpowered by the baking smell and are now hitting your nose instead.

Your resolve to ignore him weakens as your lips curve higher. And you know he catches your smile before you do.

You set a coffee mug on the table just as he questions. "Too bitter?" You snatch a chocolate toast from his hand while chewing it and shaking your head, letting him know your answer. You point to the coffee container while muttering under your breath and without looking back at him. "I know you mean this black coffee was me."

The sound of his breathy giggle makes your tummy quiver with craving. "Oh, my baby girl can talk! I was concerned that you had lost your voice, really." He wraps his arms around you, a delicate yet appreciative smile on his face. He moves in for a kiss, but you take another sip from your coffee.

You smirk at his trembling look. "C'mon, Y/N. I'm sorry. I promise I'll never do it again." His rich baritone voice is as appealing as the delicious coffee he made for you, yet you can see in his eyes that he is concerned about your dissatisfaction with him a couple of days ago.

"Promise?"

"I swear to you, honey." He takes your free hand in his and lightly brushes his lips over it, so intimate that everything brushes your heart. "Forgive me?"

His puppy-like stare is literally knocked to yours, but you gradually allow yourself to linger in order to grow a tease to build the passionate touch that he has been waiting for.

You lean in and wipe away any concerns he may have had with a sweet kiss and your busy fingers on his hair.

He's grinning against your lips and tilting his head away from you as he waits for you to reply to what he needs to hear. "Your forgiveness has been accepted, Dr. Strange."

"Oh, baby, I'd be dying by hearing your voice."

His juvenile behavior usually makes you giggle. "Please don't be that flirt." Your eyes drift upward as you react.

"Wow, honey. What a word. You fell for me because of that 'flirt.'

You bite your lips before both starts to burst out laughing as your hand crooks over his chest through his apron, moving from his muscular board till cradling his face closer as the breathless kiss resumes.

[girl-of-many-fandoms]

Could you make part 2 for your Shang-Chi fic called New Neighbor??????

New Neighbour // 2

Pairing: Shang-Chi x Reader

Summary: Who said fairytales weren't real?

Warnings: none

Note this is the last part for this fic!

Part 1 Part 2

MASTERLIST

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"Okay you two, I have work in like five hours."

"Booooooo!"

"Party pooper!"

Shaun and Katy were drunk off their asses from all the shots of patron and tequila they drank during kareoke night. Ever since that day we all met, Katy and Shaun made it their business to get me to tag along whenever they went out for drinks and good ol' kareoke, no matter which day of the week it is.

"Yeah, booo, I'm no fun, yada, yada, yada. Get your asses in the car or else I'm leaving you guys here." grumbling beneath their breaths they drunkenly gathered their stuff while I paid for the drinks.

"Let's go." I held the door open for them as they stublemd out onto the sidewalk. Thankfully I was able to get parking right around the corner becuase the rain was pouring down on us.

"Here, don't want you to get sick." Shaun put his jacket over my head, his eyes locked with mine under the street light, the cold water beating down on him seemed to sober him up a bit. Even soaked in the rain from head to toe he managed to be handsome. Movement of flouricent pink pants over his shoulder caught my attention.

"Katy!"

She was dancing away in the middle of the empty street to whatever song she has stuck in her head.

I cannot deal with this

"The rain feels great guys!" giving up on trying to do a box step she proceeded to lie flat on her back, letting the rain drops hit her face first.

"She's right, it does." Shaun agreed with her moving to join her in the street. Realizing that I hadn't budged an inch he came back for me, scooping me up into his arms bridal style.

"Shaun!"

He carried me in his arms as if I weighed nothing, spinning us around in the pouring rain. I was fully drenched now, laughing and grinning like a total idiot in the arms of my crush.

Yes, for the past three months I've been crushing really hard on my neighbour since he helped me move in. He's become someone extremely important to me and I don't know what I'd do without having his goofy sense of humor around.

I could never tell if he felt the same about me so I never risked our friendship by trying to see if there was anything more between us. I'd rather be his friend than nothing at all.

"How does it feel now?"

"Amazing."

And I wasn't just talking about the droplets hitting my skin

"Oh for the love of God, Shaun, kiss the girl!" Katy shouted and he stared down at me with a bashful smile on his face, eyes hopeful. I can feel his increased heartbeat in his chest, it was mirroring mine.

"What are you waiting for Shaun? Kiss the girl." my soft tone was enough to break whatever trance he was in, he lowered his head to meet mine and I met him halfway, locking our lips together.

There are no words to describe this kiss, except for the fact that it was magical. The rain, him holding me in his arms, it was perfect. Our lips molded together in a perfect fit, like they were made for each other.

"It's about damn time you love birds got together!" breaking apart I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth as he continued to stare down at me.

"You have no idea how long I wanted to do that."

"Same here, I'm glad you finally did."

Smiling he kissed me again, this time dipping me as he did.

I could never get tired of the taste of his lips. Tonight is one for the books, I didn't think that I'd have one of those fairytale kisses like the ones I read in my books but by some twist in fate I finally know what it feels like.

All thanks to my new neighbour.

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[fasterthanmydemons]

Pietro knew how hard it was for Carter to have casual conversations sometimes, depending on the day she was having, let alone a conversation like this. Even something as happy and exciting as this was, he knew it had to be nerve-racking for her. He thought she was so brave for having the guts to do this, and he felt honored that it was him she was willing to go out on a limb for. She'd made him feel very special with her proposal, and honestly, he was pretty damn sure he wouldn't have been able to do any better himself.

Pietro knew he was lucky to have Carter, and surprisingly enough, he didn't feel as guilty about her proposing as he thought he might. As a somewhat traditional guy, he always thought it would be him proposing, but then again, his relationship with Carter had already broken a lot of molds as far as how he'd envisioned his future relationship with someone. Even so, he expected to feel some sense of guilt about her being the one to propose, as if he hadn't done his job as a boyfriend, or he hadn't done enough to make her feel as special as she'd made him feel. He knew these were just things left over from what his dad had instilled in him, those gender roles that didn't really matter but that he'd been raised with. Pietro didn't need them anymore, and Carter was helping him to shed them.

It blew him away, how lucky he felt to have a love like this, someone who understood him and accepted him for the way he was. And he, in turn, accepted Carter just the way she was. Within their relationship, they had created a safe space for each other, free of judgement and full of love and understanding. That is not to say that they never disagreed or that they didn't call each other out on their bullshit, but it was always done in a healthy and constructive way. Pietro felt as if he'd hit the jackpot, and he definitely wasn't going to let it get away.

He usually was so shy about crying and didn't like when people caught him doing it, but right now with Carter, he couldn't have held back the tears if he tried. He was more touched and emotional than he'd ever been before. The love of his life had asked him to marry her. Him. Him! She didn't think he was too much, like some people did. She didn't find him annoying or crazy or scatterbrained. She wanted to be with him! Really be with him. Pietro was definitely having one of those oh my god it's happening moments. He wasn't ashamed or embarrassed to be crying now, and if anything, he felt like Carter deserved to see his emotion and the entirety of his reaction. She'd been brave enough to set this all up, so she deserved to see it play out to completion.

"That is all I want too... to keep loving you. To have more of this, more time with you, more of everything, because it's been great. It's been amazing. And I just want more of it... and you," he said sincerely. "You've done much for me too, I don't know if you realize. I can be myself around you and not feel like some crazy idiot," he said with a chuckle. "You don't make me feel weird, or too intense, or too much of anything. I don't feel like I have to stay inside some kind of box that's predefined for how I should act when I am around you. Is just... love and acceptance. I've never felt that way before, and I have to say yes to you because I'm selfish and am not giving all this up, hell no," he joked with another chuckle, but he was also serious.

"I love you too, Carter. With everything in me. I can not see myself with anybody else and I don't want to. I pick you," he said with a smile, before rolling his eyes a little. "Or I would have picked you, if you hadn't picked me first. You beat me to it." He laughed a little, even as another tear fell down his cheek. When she said she loved him in Sokovian, his eyes lit up. "Hey! Very good!" he said. And then of course when she signed it in ASL, he was quick to reciprocate, proud of how much he'd learned so far. Pietro was really making an effort to learn as much ASL as possible, and despite his focus on concentration issues, when something was really important to him, he got the job done. He had already learned quite a bit. He signed that he loved her now and grinned with such utter contentment. "So we're fiancés now. Is pretty cool, yeah?" he said, chuckling from sheer happiness.

@fasterthanmydemons - continued from here

Despite how hard her heart was pounding, despite feeling certain he'd be able to hear it, Carter felt briefly overwhelmed with how much she loved him as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and kissed her temple. She adored Pietro - adored being close to him. Adored the affection he showered her with. He was always so good to her, and there were times she could still hardly believe he loved her with how much of a mess she was. She hardly felt she deserved such affection from anyone, but she wasn't going to question it. Not when it was him. Not when she believed him so full-heartedly.

Though, the way he watched her with a large grin made it hard not to stumble more over her own words, but Carter felt all the more excited than nervous. His attention made her heart flutter wildly - far more than it already was - and she couldn't stop herself from grinning widely as well. From fidgeting with the little box in her pocket, even as she kept her gaze trained on the starry sky above. It was easy, in that moment, to forget about the rest of the world. To feel that it was just the two of them and only the two of them, and... god, she really was lucky to have him. To have his attention and affection. To have found someone who truly loved her.

"You've- you've done so mu-much for me," she added, though through her nervous delight, her voice cracked with emotion, "and I- I don't think I- I could ever than-thank you enough for- for staying with me de-despite everything. I- I will never not- not love you, Pietro, and I- I want noth-nothing more than to keep- keep loving you. I..." She was rambling at that point, she knew she was, and... the only reason she stopped was because she was getting herself choked up. Her throat tightened, her eyes welling with tears, but she still just felt so damn happy. She couldn't remember feeling as happy as she did, and it was something she never wanted to forget.

And seeing Pietro's grin... Carter felt her heart skip another beat, and she couldn't tear her gaze away from his face as she held out the box to him. As she watched his grin soften, and as tears welled in his eyes. Her mind quiet as her full attention was on him and only him. As she drank in everything about that moment to commit to memory, even as she patiently waited for his response. As she melted into his touch as he gently ran his fingers down her cheek before he rested his hand against it. She couldn't help but turn her head slightly to kiss his palm, still overwhelmed with emotion herself despite her unwavering gaze. Despite her grin still holding strong despite her tears. And when he finally spoke...

Carter couldn't stop her tears from falling as she beamed. Delight lit her gaze as she choked back an excited giggle, and she clutched the box tightly in her hand as she suddenly threw her arms around him and hugged him tight. As she buried her face into the crook of his neck - unable to stop herself from crying with joy. Her heart was positively soaring at that point, and she almost felt lightheaded with how much she adored him. With how much glee she felt at his answer. Because he said yes. He said yes to marrying her. He said--

"I- I love you," she mumbled, and pulled her head back - still absolutely beaming. And, with another choked giggle, she kissed him through her grin and tears, and pressed her forehead to his. "I- I love you, Pietro. More than- than anything." And, perhaps then wasn't a bad time to try... "{I love you,}" she said again, but this time in Sokovian. Albeit roughly and a bit awkwardly, but... clear enough. She would need a lot more practice to be able to actually hold a conversation with him, but it was a start. A way to show him how much she appreciated him learning ASL for her, and to show how much she cared for him. "{I love you.}"

[muite]

Protective boyfriend Baji !

» fluff w/ sweet boyfie kei (1.5k)

Study dates were always quiet with your boyfriend, baji keisuke who was actually known for being a loud and kinda dumb person was always so good to you during these times, taking your study dates very seriously

being neighbors was a great thing for you both, being that the reason why you met each other in the first place, both of you living with only your mothers and you with your cat, who one day went missing and it wasn't until afternoon that baji knocked on your door asking if he was yours and if he could come visit him

safe to say he managed to snatch himself a tutor who was more than able to explain to him the things he didn't understand one, two or three times while being completely patience with him, over time the two of you confessed your feelings to each other and then eventually started dating

this evening though you were explaining something different to him

"hah? what do you mean some fuckers are billing you?"

"it's bullying baji-kun"

tickling your arm he blushed before murmuring an embarrassed "shut up" putting a hand on his neck and rubbing it "what were they even bullying you for?"

"they made fun of me for my glasses, they said I looked funny"

recently you had been having constant headaches and after going for a quick check up you found out you needed reading glasses, they said the headaches were produce of you squinting too hard, so now here you are explaining all the current events happening in your school life to your boyfriend

"fuck that, you look georgess"

"it actually is gorgeous baji-kun"

"I don't give a shit, you're going home with me tomorrow"

"we don't even go to the same school"

"I'll go to yours!"

seeing you smile made him feel all dizzy inside and he'll be damned if he didn't protect your smile at all costs

"then I'll be waiting for you"

"you better cause I don't wanna get lost"

laughing softly at him you said "you won't"

at 5pm sharp he was waiting at the entrance of your school, watching dozens of students leave to finally go to their homes

but none of them were you

so already feeling irritated he decided to go looking for you, walking down the halls of the large institution many people looked at him when he passed by them, surely thinking he was some sort of freak or something cause clearly that wasn't their school's uniform

finally arriving at your class he saw the two doors closed, he thought he would wait a few minutes, that is until he heard muffled voices and mocking laughs coming from the classroom he knew you studied in

"there's some guys in my class that have been bullying me"

baji's instincts told him to slam the door open and pondering too much, that's exactly what he did

he saw four guys surrounding you as another one had your glasses in one hand above your head, the five of them were laughing at your "give it back!" while tossing the said glasses between them

"but were having such a great time y/n-chan!"

just as the leader of the group said that a fist collided with his cheek making him lay flat on the ground

the remaining 4 guys and you scrambled to see who had knocked the living shit out of the strongest guy in your class, only to find a nerd looking guy with slicked back hair wearing some really big glasses

the right hand of the leader walked up to the nerdy guy with a threatening look in his eyes

"oi damn nerd did you do thi-"

before he can finish the question a fist sent him to the ground, laying down just beside his leader

your wide eyes watched with amazement as the nerdy guy kicked the five of your bully's asses, as he knocked down the last one your mind started questioning who the nerdy guy was

"damn fuckers, making me fight in school didn't even let me change"

hearing that familiar annoyed deep growling voice your impossibly wide eyes went even wider

"baji-kun?! what are you doing here?!"

"looks like you forgot I told you I would be walking you home today y/n"

smiling sheepishly at him you said "ah.. yeah I did..."

though it was obvious why you didn't go meet him as you promised

seeing how your embarrassed face couldn't even look at him right now, he softened the scowl on his face waking over to you before grabbing your face in the most delicate way he could asking

"these idiots gave you a hard time? they didn't injure my girl anywhere right?"

cheeks heating up in his hands made him smile, he loved how adorable you were, always giving him the cutest reactions at the bare minimum of what you called "his boyfriend material side"

"hm, just them messing with my glasses and pulling my hair"

"oh right, were are them?"

hearing him ask that reminded you of the issue at hand: your glasses

"ah, I remember hiroshi-san was the last one with them in hand-"

"oi hiroshi stand up"

you knew your boyfriend was in a gang and that he had been in numerous fights with many people, you even had to patch him up many of the times he's gotten in trouble and didn't want his mom to worry

but this was completely different, seeing him, being this dangerous and demanding made you feel some type of way, you knew he was strong both in attitude and strength, but even so you couldn't stop but gawk at him being this amazing

hiroshi stood up and when he did you saw that with the fall he had landed on your brand new glasses, glasses that now laid in millions pieces with a crooked frame

you felt yourself pout and with a trembling heart you stepped to gather them in your hands but before you could touch them baji stopped you

"stand up, the five of you"

hiroshi and his friends quickly made a circle around baji, completely in his hands at the fear of the said guy beating them to unconsciousness

"all of you, every single one are going to pay for her glasses" the guys looked at each other nodding their heads unable to form words with their mouths "five times"

"hah?!"

"you bastards have a problem?"

seeing baji's threatening stare made them swallow hard, bowing down and muttering a quiet "no"

"by the end of the week I want y'all to have already paid her the... prize was it y/n?"

"p-price baji-kun"

"-paid her the price and if you don't just know that I'll be hunting down every single one of you" and after ending them a dirty look he grabbed your hand and started walking towards the door as if nothing happened

"I didn't know you could pull of glasses baji-kun"

"shut up it makes me smarter"

you couldn't help the laugh escaping your lips at that statement

the two of you were walking towards your apartment complex hand in hand, baji letting his long hair loose and putting his glasses in a little pouch into his bag

"-and didn't I already told you to stop calling me baji? I'm your boyfriend, call me keisuke or kei-kun, some cheesy shit"

"it's disrespectful"

"I call you y/n all the time"

"but you're simply you, baji-kun"

"what the hell does that even mean?"

after laughing you smiled softly at him, he was really sweet and a really good boy, even going to the lengths of beating five guys for bullying you

feeling how the grip on his hand tightened he looked over his shoulder to catch your stare, you looked troubled and your wobbly lips told him something wasn't right "you ok?"

with a hand you pulled his tie down, his face coming closer to you and finally closing the distance with a sweet kiss

his beating heart let you dictate the path of the kiss, soft sigh leaving his lips as one hand grabbed the side of your face, so soft he thought to himself as your lips molded his, some few minutes passed and then you pulled away from him

"I love you kei-kun, thank you for everything"

his soft gaze on you let you know that he was starting to feel flustered and with a soft tone he replied "idiot, you don't have to thank me"

you loved dork adorable baji at times like these

grabbing your hand he continued walking down the street

"wanna eat at my house? your mom can come too, then we'll go to yours while they're together" smirking down at you he said in a low suggesting voice "that way you can pay the prize to me for saving you"

"it actually is price kei-kun"

"way to kill the moment y/n"

[the-firebird69]

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We have these and we're holding them we haven't made any Bradley GT 3 and it's because we haven't started the company up again and there's a whole bunch of people doing it so we have to wait till they're done and they will be done the max don't want them doing it there's a couple Max doing it probably and they're getting beat up by morlock and they deserve it he says I told you not to it's a real good reason to they want us to make them so they refit their cars go real fast and try and kidnap us and other it's highly motivational for Max I'm not sure about others

Hera

Zues

It's motivational for us but it's not the cat's meow that'll be hard knock 50 or 5150 and he can't get it anywhere and it's just sitting there and we're not able to do anything no this is very motivational this is our company and we're trying to make it the Bradley GT because it was our car it'll be our car but it is design and he's the intellectual guy and where the physical people it used to work but it's not doing crap we're trying to make the car and we suck at it we use the old recent mold of the Bradley GT2 we changed it a little to make it look modern it's really cool looking but we can't get it to go fast but hard before and suspension and souped up the motor and it goes like 280 so we don't see how they're getting these figures

Trump

Well you got the 280 number from the Big Chief Indian motorcycle and people say it shouldn't go that fast but it does and the Bradley GT2 that they made is made with a special material it's called titanium alloy and they got it up to about 1280 it is true it was about 13 40 really it was 1380 but it's above a thousand miles an hour and you thought that was very fast and it is and it's a souped-up Dodge motor and they're trying to put a special in it and it will go a lot faster so they're taking it all back and they're trying to make them and sell them as titanium alloy and they put the bottom piece on and they're trying to make fly cars so I'll tell you what we're going to start going after them for it cuz we don't want the making them and it's a patented idea and they did the first time and we don't want them doing it again to try and hurt our son

Thor Freya

We're also going to knock you out Trump and you can't say that stupid s*** is going to cost you me and you may say it but we're saying you can't and we're going to come after you for it and we can go after you for making the car we told you not to. Now this kid suffered on your stupid hand and you're a retard and you're mean to him and he wants those things back and he doesn't want the stupid pantry treatment even though he's going to go through the stuff we are suggesting he throw it away because none of it might be good and it's true too lots to go stale and it's not treated correctly. And he said that he can do that and probably should but he thinks for anyways cuz he's got room for food and he needs to store some and it's helpful and she's trying to be helpful and does it for her people are poor and he said it's going to help people in the future at some point but we need those bags off the ground and he's going to do that but really this is going to be the best day of my life we're going to go after him for this car he's going to keep trying to make it and we're going to keep busting his balls we're also going to watch a huge Army come down and destroy him of his own people cuz he keeps saying is fighting his own thank God no not really but it is something

Mac

What a nightmare you are Trump what a nightmare. We saw you on the crown jewels and you just staring at them like an idiot and saw him see the ball and he recognized it from the movie and we have to see what that is so now there's a fight on and we appreciate the motivation we also want to see them make the Bradley GT3 and your version you're so smart you're calling with the Bradley GT cuz you're an idiot that's why so we're taking your men out right now where the car is they're going to use the car to go after you and you have like 20,000 I'm going to use them to go after you right now too

Daniel

My son says that we had this idea before and that we didn't want to issue it but we have a different metal that we say that they can make and it's not that technical and our armor version is extremely powerful it's much better than theirs and the boys get filled with like an alkaline material it's like calcium and it does stop practically everything and yeah it works like ceramic nut armor what we're going to say is he's thinking we could use the metal for the whole but he doesn't know how thick or if it would work and it would work it would be kind of thick like 2 in no it'd be like half an inch thick which is thick but it's space age material and it would endure about 30,000 miles an hour in the air as opposed to about 12,000 with what we're going to use which is not even titanium alloy it's just metal and that would be for the Bradley GT3 and he's thinking of making different levels but Bradley GT3 and he can't think of the name but it would be like a run of the mill and we do understand that you have different levels you can purchase online but this hole would cost probably $30,000 and couldn't put it on the same ad because it would look ridiculous so it looked like another company trying to beat us up and he agrees with that they don't have the same moniker and the same address and we're going to go ahead with it a lot of people want that but they're going after Trump very hard and vja has one and they're going after him and he is titanium alloy just like the elder and Tommy f he has one and he had one before but he didn't produce them a lot and he didn't know what it was and now he does and he has one that's closer to what our mega car is but they're making their Bradley GT a little bit different and towards his mega car design and you can see that some of them want mid-engine and you can do that and we're going to do that on our kids I'm going to wait till you kids are gone mostly gone and we're going to use it to attract you to get rid of you and actually Trump is thinking of purchasing the zero motorcycles but he doesn't want to sell them and our stipulation is they have to be brought to the dealer close to it to go to the dealer or at the dealer and he's trying to think about it but we don't think he's going to go for it so it's kind of a real pain in the ass okay so we're going to sit down and talk to Terry cheesman cuz we're tired of talking to this idiot and see if Dan wants to go too cuz we don't want to deal with nobody anymore the guy just wants his way and he's a pansy and we can kill him off and his people like nothing or about to show him and he wants to sit down and tell us what to do we just really have a choice is ridiculous we'll start selling the bikes elsewhere too by the way they sell great on the black market as a matter of fact I'm going to start doing that and if cherry cheese been in Dan want to get involved that's their deal

Thor Freya

You're a pompa's ass Trump they don't have to post anything you want they were going after you and you're ridiculous. Just sit here in space and say you're everything you don't belong in our area in our domain of space but that's okay you get hit all the time. And we're going ahead and selling these bikes cuz you're a dick and you had it and you don't want it hey put it in the warehouse it's a mile of 5 miles from your shop store but you don't want that you said it we're already going on the black market

Zues Hera

I said the top part but this is how it goes we're not making a deal with you because you're not making a deal and we're selling them in the black market because they're sick and tired of hearing you and they're not automatic they're geared but they work much better than yours even though it uses everything but the battery and the gear case which there wasn't one it is very fast. The top speed of the mid level zero is about 280 the top speed of the big one the top level is about 390 and the top speed of the runabout Enduro is about 180 it's too fast for a sun even though he wants one because he can drive around and everybody would call him a Japanese zero but you guys don't fall for any of that. We have a lot of orders in and we're going to try and fill them and we need help from those people ordering them to get them out of there and away from Trump and they're going to help and it is a big business because this will lead to the electric motorcycle company producing tons of these , no we're going to use the name. But that is the company doing the mod. We already have several huge orders and we're going to fill them you'll see him driving around and you'll think it's just the old bike they pulled out of storage. Okay we're pulling those out and selling them they go 150 miles in the top speed is about 90 and they suck but we want to get rid of them and we want to be known as the dealer and we're going to change it up and do it our way and they understand that

Thor Freya