#i don't care i need the serotonin

[piratewithvigor]

Regal The Professional: Chapter 2

It isn't professional to smoke indoors, lie or cut another man's dope. Leon The Professional AU but make it found family

AO3

Chapter 1

Outside of the horrifically cold winter months, everyone in Blackpool biked everywhere. Biked up the pier, down the pier, home, to town, just about anywhere someone could think of. Every summer, there’d always be a story of so-and-so decided to bike clear to the east coast for a week, camping along the way. The only reason someone may not bike was if they were getting groceries for the week, where they’d need two hands. So they’d walk instead. Biking was the one thing he’d been so certain would follow him across the ocean. How wrong he’d been.

Cars were the big thing here. No matter how near somewhere was, if a car was available, a car was taken. Tony explained as best he could that a bike would simply get stolen, no matter how heavy-duty a lock was put on. Regal shrugged off the fretting as typical Tony anxiety and swore to never shrug off a warning after his fourth-hand shit-cycle was stolen less than seven hours after it was purchased. Regal hadn’t wanted to relent, but his finances simply couldn’t handle buying a new bike every seven hours. It could, however, handle a $10/month subway pass, so subways became his preferred method of transportation.

Frequent, convenient, somewhere that being recognized was and forever would be a rarity. No one questioned a man in a suit with a briefcase on the subway. At the right time of day, there would be another dozen men wearing the same ensemble, just in the same car. It didn’t clear his mind as well as pedaling up a hill might, but it only took a few weeks for the rhythmic clunking and frequent squealing of brakes to be as soothing. If he really needed to think of something besides an upcoming or recently completed job, Regal challenged himself to the ever-popular game of “What’s That Smell?”. On the day he’s sitting in the pretty-much-empty car, wiping Double J’s strangely sticky fake tan off the blade of his knife, he decides the smell is ‘human existence’ and resolves to play a new game.

Between the station he gets off at and the bodega underneath his apartment, he plays another game called “How Many Steps Is It To The Milk Section?”, in which he makes a guess of how many steps it might be to the milk section (285) and then counts, starting from the station exit and finishing right in front of the fridge doors. On the one hand, Regal resents himself a little for playing games like these. He’s a grown man and should just be going about his day as a grown man does; going to work, getting groceries, making himself dinner and then going home. These are the games he could play if he were still a child trying to skip every second plank on the boardwalk or only walking on un-cracked squares in the sidewalk, but not now. On the other hand, games like these are the only kind that keep him from thinking too much about his work when it does him no good to do so, the games hurt no one, and he’s only got 16 steps left to cross a distance probably closer to taking 40, so maybe a longer step here or there won’t make too much of a difference.

The milk section at the bodega (297 steps from the subway station) is right beside the bottled beer section on one side and the canned beer section on the other. Hanging over top of the door that he opens close to every day is a sign that suggests out of the three beverages, pregnant women may only want the one and should refrain from the other two. Pregnant women, children and him. Likely the only three groups of people living in the building who preferred milk to beer. Not that there were an awful lot of pregnant women or children. Regal would be the first to admit he probably counted for most of the milk sales at the bodega. He picks up two quarts and almost labels them 298 and 299 mentally before slipping them into his briefcase. He used to bring them up to the counter, but once the owner figured out exactly what he bought, when and how much it cost, a wordless transaction could be carried out; a five-dollar bill placed in the middle of the counter, two shared nods and the little ringing of the bell above the door.

The door to the actual apartment complex sits right beside the window of the bodega. It doesn’t lock anymore, if it ever did. Regal has a key on the chain he was given that supposedly opens and closes the lock, but it’s gone more unused than the rusted-through cast-iron railings that lead up to it. On the other side of the door is a lobby just big enough to host mailboxes for all 35 apartments in the building and a winding staircase that goes to every floor. 70 years ago, when the building was built, it probably seemed majestic, even luxurious. Now, with it being the only method of getting to the top floor, the value of the building isn’t quite what it was. It used to be a great place to raise a family, as a number of the older ladies will recount if Regal stands in the lobby for too long. Now, there’s really only one left, up on the fifth floor.

~

There’s about three places that Wheeler Yuta can go that are considered a reasonable place to spend his time when at home: the tiny bedroom that used to be fine before it got a second twin bed added to it, the kitchen which doubles as a living room now that they’ve got a portable tv to sit squarely in the middle of the table, and the hallway of the fifth floor, right outside the apartment. The third is the place Wheeler’s found is the least frequented by the rest of his family. If he’s quiet, no one will notice he’s out there for hours, feet through the old railings and dangling over the five-story drop to the lobby. The smell out there is also bad enough that no one notices if he’s stolen one of his dad’s cigarettes from the pack that leans up against the toaster most mornings (god forbid his old man go the full three-minute toasting time without lighting up).

It’s also the place where he can see the most people. It’s solitary, but also busy. A nice little paradox that keeps Wheeler’s mind occupied outside of school. Most people who come up the stairs live on the first four floors, so he never gets to actually meet them. The only real option is to come up with stories about them and imagine what their lives are like. Every so often, someone passes the landing for the fourth floor and Wheeler’s heart flutters a little. Like this guy in a suit and coat that looks almost too nice for a building like this.

He sets down the cigarette beside his leg and leans back on his palms, hoping that the man will just look past it. Never can be too careful about who might secretly be friends with his dad. The man walks past Wheeler, almost like he’d just keep going without even acknowledging him.

“Hi.”

Only when Wheeler pipes up does the man look down. He looks stern, like the guys who come to give presentations about drugs at school. Wheeler can’t tell if he’d be the police officer telling about how he busted someone for dealing drugs or if he’d be the addict who got clean and now makes a living talking about his darkest days. He doesn’t exactly seem like an openly kind man, one way or another.

“Why did you hide that cigarette?” The man asks. Not scolding like Wheeler was bracing himself for, but more like he’s curious. Like he’s never caught a nine year old smoking before. Like he’s never been the nine year old getting caught smoking before.

“The building’s got two kinds of rats; couldn’t tell if you were the kind who’d tell my old man,” Wheeler shrugs, quietly wondering if the polite thing to do would be to put it out. There’s a protocol for smoking around people, but his dad hasn’t exactly been the one to demonstrate it. “Got enough problems.”

The man takes a step closer, definitely curious now. For a moment, Wheeler wonders if he really has never seen a kid smoking before. That’s before he remembers what made him come out to the hallway in the first place. The bruise on his forehead he’d been keeping covered with his hair thus far that had become uncovered when he shifted positions.

“What happened?”

How far back did he want the story? Chuck and Orange met on the other side of the 78, crossed it for some damned reason, had a happy little honeymoon while they followed their dreams, started taking pain pills, started making worse decisions. Then Trent came into the picture and the decisions got worse. Somewhere along the line, Wheeler had gotten roped into their little fairytale against his will. Five years later, Kris was suddenly around and even though she was the best person in the world, she kept getting pushed back to the shadows while their parents tried to work their way backwards through all the bad decisions and made worse ones in the process. Now they live here, maxing out the last credit card on rent, boarding school and the bills for doctors who only advertise in magazines that get stashed under beds.

Or was that too far and he only means what caused the bruise? Simple, Trent’s back was hurting from being hunched over the table last night working, so he took some of the powder medicine and when he did, every missing item was instantly Wheeler’s fault. Ergo, the TV remote biffed at his face from across the table.

“I fell off my bike.”

His answer satisfies the man, who turns and continues down the hall to where Wheeler is pretty sure he’s seen him open a door before.

“Hey?”

The man stops and looks at Wheeler, a little less curious than he had been.

“Please don’t tell my dad about the cigarette?”

He won’t. He doesn’t say so, but Wheeler can tell he won’t.

~

Apartment 5D’s heavy wooden door opens a few feet down the hallway. The door is only heavy because Wheeler’s pretty sure it’s just metal with a wood paneling over it. And not a good metal either; just a heavy one so the overworked hinges creak every time it opens or shuts. It’s the door that indicates that Wheeler should probably toss the cigarette away. A quick crush against the metal edging of the floor and then into the abyss it goes.

There’s three men arguing inside the apartment and another one who slowly strides out in leather shoes probably worth as much as the building itself. They shine brighter than any lightbulb that’s been installed and the cows who made them probably ate better than anyone who lives there could ever afford.

“I don’t know why you’re doing this to us.”

“I don’t–”

“Funny how many people get memory problems these days, Ang. Must be the sun. They say that hole in the ozone, y’know? Can’t be out in the sun as long anymore. Man’s gotta know when to get out of the sun.”

As if Trent actually went out into the sun. The only time he was ever even awake during the day were the days that these men came by. Not often enough for Wheeler to remember their names or for them to actually acknowledge that Wheeler lived there too, but often enough that Wheeler could probably pick them out of a lineup by judging their shoes and pants.

“I don’t know how it happened, I mean, what’s my job? I’m just a holder, you give me the stuff and I hold it.”

The hide and seek game that Trent insisted they play sometimes. He’d give Wheeler and Kris 20 seconds to hide a brick and if Trent couldn’t find where they put it after ten minutes of looking, they got to share a popsicle. If he did find it, they played again. And again. Sometimes for hours until a new spot could be found. Then Trent put his work supplies wherever they had hidden the brick.

“You hold it.”

“I just hold it. I don’t look at it, don’t touch it, I stick it somewhere and forget about it. I don’t even know how to cut it.”

They’re all walking out of the apartment one by one, none of them looking all too happy to be there. Wheeler’s sure he should probably just sneak by and go back into the apartment if he can, but seeing them all argue together like this is so much more fun.

The man with the nice shoes isn’t watching at all. He’s got his back turned to them and something on his head that Wheeler can’t quite make out from this far away. What he can make out is Trent flanked by two other men in leather and purple and enough grease in their hair for a fish fry.

“Try ‘n follow me. At the start of June, we came here and we delivered you a shipment that tested 100% pure, right?” The shorter one starts.

“Now it’s July and we’re only seeing 90 here,” the taller one concludes. “Now Trent, buddy, we know accidents happen, a couple points down here or there, we know that, comes with the business. But somewhere in the last 30 days, we’ve got a whole 10% missing.”

“10% don’t just get up and walk away.”

“It does not, not unless it’s been turned to cut.”

The two of them seem like mean versions of Ernie and Bert, Wheeler decides. Trent’s obviously in trouble with them for doing something wrong with his work. Something missing. Great, something else he’ll blame Wheeler for.

“I mean it, I don’t know what happened. You gave me the stuff, I put the stuff away, it hasn’t been touched since I put it there. It’s not my business to touch it more than that. That’s all I know.”

Well, at least Wheeler’s not getting blamed to these guys.

“Trent… Trenty Trent, lemme tell you a story,” Ernie swings an arm over Trent’s shoulder. “You know why they call him-” he gestures with a pointed finger to Bert, “-Cool Hand?”

“No, no, not really. Circulation problem?”

Ernie and Bert both laugh, but it’s not the funny hissing kind like on Sesame Street. Just the kind where the joke isn’t actually funny and they’re not actually laughing.

“No, they call him Cool Hand cause he does this real cool thing where he gives folks a hand.”

“Oh. Well, that makes sense.”

“It’s what I’m tryin’ to do here for you, Trent, buddy. Tryin’ to give you the chance to be honest with us, cause us? We’re reasonable guys. We got into the force to help people, y’know. Can’t help people if they don’t help themselves, but if you’re not gonna help yourself, if you’re gonna be stubborn about this, then we’re gonna have to disturb him.”

Wheeler had almost forgotten that Nice Shoes was there. He’s still facing away from the others, mostly motionless, like he’s thinking of something else. When Wheeler squints a little, he can finally see it: headphones. He’s ignoring them and listening to music. It doesn’t seem very professional, but with shoes like that, he’s probably rich enough that it doesn’t matter.

“You’re not gonna want us to disturb him,” Ernie promises Trent, lowering his voice a little bit. “When he’s into his music, he hates being disturbed.”

“I’m telling you the truth,” Trent insists. It doesn’t seem to make either Ernie or Bert happy.

“I hope so. For your sake,” Bert sighs. “He’s got a talent for sniffing out lies. Like one of those carnies who guess your weight. It’s kinda scary. “You sure you don’t wanna change your tune, make it so I don’t have to interrupt his?”

“I swear it’s the truth.”

Ernie lowers his hand from Trent’s shoulder and shares a look with Bert. Neither of them are all too excited to disturb him for any reason. The only person who is is Wheeler. Nice Shoes has been standing there this whole time, ignoring everyone to listen to his music. It’s all Wheeler usually ever sees him do. Nice Shoes only comes on pickup days, so it’s only the third time he’s ever seen him, but the first where he’s been able to tell what he’s doing. And he’s certainly never seen him disturbed.

Ernie takes a step in his direction and pats Nice Shoes’ shoulder gently.

“Chris? Sorry for disturbin’, he says he didn’t do it. He wasn’t the one who cut the dope.”

“...oh.”

Wheeler can’t really place the tone. He doesn’t sound surprised. Just… disappointed? Like he expected better from Trent? Like he’d been counting on Trent to win the big game and Trent twisted his ankle on the way to the field?

Bert may have called him Chris, but Chris sounded like a person’s name. The look in his eyes and the way he slinks his way up to Trent makes him feel like anything else. So Wheeler decides he’ll stay Nice Shoes. Nice Shoes seems like the type of individual who would circle a man like a snake, going tighter in, sniffing as he goes like he’s a snake and is trying to figure out if Trent is worth eating or worth keeping alive. Even when he gently hugs Trent, Wheeler feels sick in the lowest pit of his stomach.

“No, of course he didn’t. Just… do me a favor,” Nice Shoes murmurs, leaning his forehead against Trent. “Find out who did by tomorrow, okay? Noon.”

He lets go of Trent and starts making his way to the stairs and, coincidentally, towards Wheeler. Calmly. His nice shoes clicking on the old linoleum. They almost make the linoleum sound nice too. Ernie and Bert follow after him, just a step or two behind. Trent’s frozen in place until they reach the old carpet that doesn’t serve much purpose besides keeping the stairs from getting slick in the winter. It’s as though the clicking held him in place and when it subsides, he’s able to rush to the staircase railing with the last of the confidence he ever had.

“Jericho, I didn’t cut your shit. I didn’t… so you can find out yourself!”

None of the men acknowledge him. They’ve dealt with enough tough guys that they can tell false bravado when they hear it. The desperation to still be seen as someone with any kind of power.

Unfortunately, as one of Wheeler’s legal parents, it means the last of his power is over him.

“What the hell are you doing out here anyway? Get inside and do your homework.”

Showed how much he’d been paying attention. Wheeler hadn’t brought home any homework in two weeks now.

“I finished it already.”

“Oh yeah?” Wheeler tries to move, but the slap still connects with his cheek hard enough to echo. “Well you can get inside and help your sister clean up! And quit smoking!”

~

From the peephole in his apartment at the end of the hall, Regal can see the boy scrambling from his sitting place to the apartment where the family lives. They’ve been neighbors ever since he moved in, but they haven’t seemed like the neighborly type thus far. Only the boy’s ever said a word to him. Regal doesn’t exactly mind it this way, it helps him keep a low profile if fewer people know him. But every so often, he does get the quiet urge to chastise this man for being stupid. Putting his family in danger for a measly 10%? He didn’t get a chance to actually see the shipment from the peephole, but it must be enough to be worth throwing a fuss.

There’s nothing else he can do for the boy once the apartment door is closed. Though he probably wouldn’t have done much when it was open either. Gun to his head, he can’t explain why he watched the whole scene unfold. He’s not in the business of calling cops (though from the looks of those men, he wouldn’t have done much good doing so anyway) and busting down his own door, guns blazing, wasn’t any more of an option. He’s certainly no caretaker. The only thing he’s ever watched over is the ficus on the windowsill.

Regal slides the peephole cover down and pulls off his coat. One of the few things he brought over from Blackpool and hasn’t thrown out yet. It holds up against New York winters without being too warm over the summer and gives him more than enough mobility to wear the grenade belt and two holsters undetected. Or perhaps detected and no one cares to ask why he’s wearing enough grenades to take down a building at the yank of a single pin. It is New York, after all; people mind their business likely more than they should.

The harness balances the weight across his back pretty well, but disrobing from everything is still a welcome relief. The same gentle relief of an addict giving into a vice. Where his body is no longer aching when he had never realized it had been in the first place. The shower (as lukewarm and low-pressured as it is) feels even nicer.

They’d promised noon, but Regal would have had to have been born yesterday to believe they’ll keep a strict schedule. The more than man shitily lied, the more Regal could count on him having been enough of an idiot to actually cut the dope. A full ten percent, what had he been thinking? How could he have believed it would go unnoticed? Just blindly written away as a testing error? He’s probably even stupid enough to keep his family in the same spot and not get them to a safehouse before noon and take his punishment like a man. Hopefully not enough of an idiot to not have some kind of gun in the house, but certainly enough to try and use it come noon.

Regal’s quietly grateful that the easy chair in the living room is cozy enough to sleep in as he settles down with his own 9mm on the side table. The nitwit next door may not be ready, but Regal will be damned if he makes the same mistake.

[souenkun]

Pokémon Masters EX spoilers ahead!

Kabu likes to play TAG with his pokemon... and he's shown to have a much softer side beneath his strictness in pokemas too... he's so grandpa-shaped to me 😭💖

[ballpitwitch]

Keanu Reeves performing at Saint Rocke in Hermosa Beach, CA - August 10, 2023

[ruvviks]

i might go ahead and start just cause 3 posting again. probably just for a little bit like what i did with the evil within

[taegularities]

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[cdreambur]

crimeboys stream in two hours i am so normal i am so normal I AM SO NORMAL

[catcatb0y]

Not having a definite hyperfix is AWFUL. My brain is a bunch of grabby hands reaching out and out and out. But there is nothing there. No reward for trying and trying and trying.

I feel so hollow that it's horrifying. It hurts.

[wine-dark-soup]

listen since i stopped playing ffxiv i've been downloading and emulating games like crazy. I play one for 20 intense hours over three days then i stop and switch to another. it could mean my attention span is absolutely destroyed but i actually haven't been that happy in a while

[sparingiscaring]

I need Comprehensive Bribes for 3~ things I'm trying to complete in FL right now, and all I'm thinking about is how annoyed Leigh must be about having to go to Polythreme.

[floweryfandomnerd]

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[hellisharchive]

Hiii!!! I was wondering if you can do headcanons of what kinky/perv stuff that hazbin men (alastor, Lucifer, husk, Adam, val, etc) often do?

Plus I love your Adam fics!/headcanons

Have good day :3

﹒﹒﹒perversions of the soul

➤ [Separate] Lucifer, Adam, Val, Vox, and Saint Peter [Yall know I couldn't NOT include him, right?]

➤ 18+, sexual scenarios, sexual comments

➤ Hi, thank you for requesting! Because I don't write for Husk or Alastor won't include them, but I'll include the others! It's purely because I don't know how to write them in this way! I hope that's ok! :D

﹒﹒lucifer

He is a thighs man, he will stare at your thighs for hours if you let him. You've caught him so many times looking at your thighs and every time you lightly slap him on the shoulder because you know all he's thinking about is shoving his face in between them.

He loves to whisper dirty nothings into your ear to make you flustered in public, he lives for your reactions and red face as you try to remain calm. Just seeing your reactions and you slowly growing horny is enough to make him hard alone.

While that man can fuck good- he revels in giving oral sex to you whenever he can. He loves eating you out and sucking on you until you're cumming over and over again. He thinks you taste absolutely delicious and can't get enough of you. He's cum-drunk in all sense of the word.

﹒﹒﹒adam

This man isn't as kinky as you would originally think- but still explores sexually occasionally. However, if you got boobs, he will never get enough of them, and will motorboat them even if Lute is around. If you got a dick, best be ready for random crotch feel-ups at any given moment. If you don't have either/or- he will grab and pinch your ass and even smack it until its red.

He is big into you moaning, really big into it. It gets him off so easily, one little moan and he's at full mast. His main goal in bed is making you moan as loud as possible and when you do- well, expect to be getting a creampie.

Loves fangirls/fanguys and if you love him in his band before even personally knowing him, one stop to being given a...private show. He lives to see you get excited for his band and looking down at you from his stage, gives him the biggest serotonin rush (and another kind of rush) that slowly builds up over the course of the night as he gets sweaty and out of breath.

﹒﹒﹒valentino

Let's be real- what kinks doesn't this man have? There's many to chose from, but if I had to pick one- you being weak and powerless under him is one of his favorites. Watching you be completely at his disposal for any reason is a big yes to him.

Degredation is another one, oh boy, he loves making you feel like shit at any chance possible. He will tell you that you're a whore, a dirty slut, only good for being fucked by him and him alone.

He is possesive to the upmost degree and always makes sure to leave his marks all over you so others know that you are his. He always makes sure to parade you around the tower with you by his side so everyone knows not to fuck with you- messing with you or trying to fuck you.

Semi-public sex is his go-to when he needs a quickie, he loves fucking you in spaces where anyone can walk in and see you two going at it. He doesn't care who sees his body, he thinks it's hot as fuck and makes him even harder inside you if he hears someone walking by.

﹒﹒﹒vox

Just like Val- he is extremely possessive of what's his and makes it known. He doesn't display it publicly with you around as to not scare you off, but he makes sure every single person in the tower knows not to even touch you.

Biggest perv imaginable. Will watch you fuck yourself silly with toys even if he's just a room away. He never stops watching you, and I mean never. He always has to keep a close eye on you to make sure you don't fuck anyone else like Val or some ramdon schmuck off the street.

He loves getting his dick sucked above everything else, he loves the feeling of your pretty little lips wrapped around his cock swallowing all his cum down your throat. He loves to see you cry as you try to fit it all down, enjoys wiping them away and telling you that you're doing a good job.

﹒﹒﹒saint peter

That man is as innocent as can be what kinks could be possibly have? Well, he has a dirty little secret- one day he discovered that he got hard seeing you with ice cream all over your mouth and imagined it was cum. Naughty I know! Ever since he has not been able to let that thought go and guiltily imagines you sucking on his...

He always offers you ice cream just to watch you smother it all over your mouth as you eat it and he always acts nervous around you because he oh so badly wants to make his dirty fantasies real. But he can't just avoid you! You always ask why he likes ice cream so much and he simply says that it just tastes good.

He also would never admit that just you showing attention to him can get him riled up since almost every person that had crossed the gate never payed much attention to him. So when you showed interest in getting to know him and eventually dating him- he was down bad and it makes him act up a little.

[neverendingford]

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[yourelliewillms]

the guy from the record

store wasn't a guy?

ellie williams fanfic

━━ chapter 1 wc: 1.9k

read the chapters here !!

you've recently discovered this record shop, the perfect place to find everything of the new kind of music you've just gotten into, rock. your friends wouldn't share this interest with you but maybe the cute guy from the store will.

━━ he/him pronous are used for ellie sometimes but it's for plot purposes i swear !!

BASED ON THE GUY SHE WAS INTERESTED IN WASN'T A GUY AT ALL !!!! i love that manga so much i needed an ellie version so i did it myself. of course this is going to be shorter and pleeaase go read it i swear you won't regret it <3 i hardly recommend you to listen to the manga's playlist too, i'll add some of the songs to this fanfic. literally all i want is my lesbians to have the recognition they deserve. ALSO green is the characteristic color of that manga so i'll be using it here too, everything will be green bc we love green lesbians.

another warning, english is not my first language so you may find some mistakes.

it's been a long day at school but at least the week of exams has ended and you've done pretty good. "i deserve a prize" you think to yourself while your feet guide you out of the building. certainly the exams drained you, the only thing you want to do now is take a long nap to catch up on sleep.

walking down the sidewalk, you put on your headphones which have been your best friends for the last few months when you discovered this band nirvana. it is in fact a popular band but in your friend group? no, not at all. your friends prefer other kind of music. pop, kpop, even jazz, but rock? impossible.

so you find yourself unable to share your new music taste with your friends. even if you beg them to give it a chance, they'll refuse it every time. this is definitely the worst, how are you supposed to fully enjoy this work of art only by yourself? they definitely don't understand what good music is, if only they gave it a chance you could-

just when the music from your headphones stopped, you could still hear one of your favorite songs smells like teen spirit coming from a... record store?

your mind is full of questions, since when has been this store here? this is just 5 minutes away from school and you've never noticed it. maybe this is the prize you deserve for having successfully passed all your exams. buying your very first vinyl will surely be the boost of serotonin you need.

you took off your headphones before getting into the store and quickly walked to check all the beautiful vinyls. the excitement could be seen in your eyes, all the vinyls of your favorite bands in one store and you're even considering finding a job, buying everything of this store is not a want but a necessity. this must be heaven.

after what felt like seconds but were actually 20 long minutes, you finally make your choice and find the vinyl that'll have the privilege to be your very first and most appreciated acquisition.

you turn around, walk towards the shop counter and just then realize how rude of you was not to greet the old man at the store. however, you don't care that much, he should understand that you were too excited to even speak and... was it an old man? did you even look at the person who was next to you the last 20 minutes?

"i'll take this" you place the vinyl on the counter before looking up at the person in front of you.

but now, you reassure one more time that you're not on earth anymore. this is definitely heaven, or maybe something greater because the angel in front of you isn't from this planet at all. green eyes, auburn hair drawn back in a messy bun, a scar on one eyebrow, black clothes with a nirvana t-shirt, an arm tattoo and a mask. this is the most gorgeous guy you've seen in your entire life and you were rude to him, you didn't talk to him for this entire time.

"i love this one" he gave you your new purchase in a bag "you have good taste" that raspy voice that'll live in your mind rent free for an eternity, you're sure about that.

meanwhile, your mind has been spinning for the last 30 seconds. a cute guy with a stunning style and majestic music taste, you've seen only his eyes but you can already imagine a life with him where you get married and play your favorite songs in your wedding.

"thanks, you too. bye" and just like that the conversation ended. you're definitely not the most flirtatious person but you didn't ask him anything, maybe it was too soon to ask for his number but not even his name? really? you can already hear your friends scolding you but at least you remember half of his face and that's enough to be delusional the following months until you find another crush.

8 in the morning and you've been talking for half an hour to your friends about this cute guy from the record store. of course they scolded you for not asking his name but your excitement couldn't be taken away that easily. no other boy from your school has ever made you feel like this, no one called your attention like he did.

"is there any possibility that you see your boy again?" dina, your best friend asked "and maybe ask him out"

"dina!" you frowned as if she had just said the craziest thing you've heard in your life "it's too soon for that. but as soon as i see him again i'll ask him his name" you started kicking your feet "and he'll fall in love with me."

dina and your bursted out laughing and spent the whole morning planning your future life with someone you saw once.

maybe you've been talking too loud or maybe she doesn't like you, but the girl next to you has been glancing at you and dina and she seemed a little too much interested in your conversation.

ellie. you've been classmates for almost a year but you two never spoke. she's like any other girl at school. she wears the same uniform as you, a white shirt and a gray skirt. she also wears these square glasses and she has her headphones on most of the time.

she seems like one of those nerds but one that doesn't participate that much in class. she comes to class, listens to the professors and goes home. you've never seen her talking to any other classmates but she seems comfortable only drawing on her notebook and listening to something on her headphones, it's not that you don't like her, but you haven't had the opportunity to get to know her.

but today she seemed quite distracted and instead of focusing on the class, she was focused on you. she seemed nervous, maybe she wanted to join the conversation and make some friends?

however, the bell rang. you were too busy talking about your new guy to try to figure out why ellie's been looking at you more than usual. you began to pack up your belongings; notebook, pencil case, some other books and, are you forgetting something?

the moment you're getting up from your seat, you can feel ellie's presence approaching you. you stare up at her for a few seconds and before you can say something, her hand reached your ear and put on one of your earbuds.

"you dropped this" your eyebrows furrowed, did she always had those pretty green eyes?

the song that you'd been listening on loop nothing at all was playing on your earbuds loud enough for her to listen to it "that song rocks, doesn't it?" and just like that she walked out the door leaving you completely confused. you're sure you've seen those eyes before, you think that maybe for a split second you stopped looking at ellie as your classmate and maybe... someone else.

on the other hand, ellie has been walking in silence staring at her feet while her mind is about to explode because the girl who sits next to her, her classmate and one of the most popular girls at school, has met and is interested in a guy who works at the record store. but no guy works there, just ellie.

she got a part time job and she's been working there for a few months but that was the first time she saw you there. you didn't recognize her though, since the style she has at her job is the opposite of the one she has at school.

probably the best option is to tell you the truth, the guy you're interested in isn't a guy and is actually the boring, nerdy girl from school, the girl you'd never talk to because that would only ruin your reputation, or at least that's what ellie thinks.

ellie thought that her job should be boring and only boring, she didn't want to have to deal with something else than that. and now that girl has a crush on her, or she has a crush on the person she thinks ellie is.

fortunately, ellie's job is calm. not many people visit the store so she spends her first hours of work tidying the place, not paying much attention to the store itself.

while cleaning at the back of the store, ellie heard the ring of the little bell on the door warning the presence of a client. she sighed and fixed her clothes before getting into the store again but got surprised when she noticed that the client was actually you.

if it weren't for the music playing at the store, the place would have been in complete silence. no one was on sight when you walked in so the sound coming from the back of the store scared you and you jumped. "you scared me, i didn't know you were here" you giggled nervously.

"have you been looking forward to it that much?" you were starting to stutter when the green eyed spoke in what seemed a flirty way. "no- i mean! the new foo fighters album" she interrupted herself "you were looking forward to it because you wanted to buy it, right?" she tried to hide her shaky voice, did she just accidentally flirt with you?

"i swear it's so good, you can hear it a thousand times and it'll still sound amazing. also, i know you like nirvana too because you bought the vinyl. you'll love it, i totally recommend it."

you were in a dream, did you just exchange more than two words with that guy? and he was showing a lot of interest it seemed unreal. you'd be a fool if you mess this up.

"i really want to buy it but uhm..." your pockets were empty, you spent all your money in that vinyl and being an unemployed student is not helpful to your situation "i'm a bit short of money right now" not to say that you're dry.

"i'm sorry but i-" yet she didn't let you finish your sentence "i bought this one for myself. you can have it and tell me your opinion when you return it."

he couldn't be more charming to you. only 5 minutes talking and you had already fell down on your knees. "thank you. you can give me your number so that i can bring it back." your hand sweating for you've finally made a move on who you thought was the guy from your dreams.

"no," no? he rejected you just like that, he didn't even a think a second to answer your question "it's just... i can't use my phone at work."

laying on the counter in front of you was a black ink pen which you quickly grabbed and started writing your phone number on his wrist next to his tattoo.

ellie looked at you stunned, she was glad she was wearing a mask because her cheeks had turned crimson. she noticed your hand shaking and that was the moment she realized the trouble she'd gotten into.

"i thought that if i wrote it on a paper, you'd lose it." the music playing in the background just made the atmosphere between you two dreamlike. you waved and smiled at him as you left the store hoping your burning cheeks would go unnoticed. not only did you have someone to share your interests with but also it was someone who you were crushing on really hard.

the first person on the taglist will be my editor/manager/first person who read this @ohnopoteito thank uuu 💋💋

[jinwoosbabyboo]

Your Birthday Is So Special !

You don't really celebrate your birthday it tends to just be another day for you. You've gone as far as to forget your own birthday some years and since you never mention your birthday it's almost a mystery. The LADS Men want to show you how special your birthday is since if that day never happened they wouldn't be looking at the love of their life. What would they do to celebrate your birthday? A/N: Ms. "I don't care about my birthday" meets Mr. "Your birthday is so special" [Requested by: miacara2]

Zayne

Zayne would take the day off for your birthday. I'm not talking he just so happened to have the day off. No. This man would do what he needed to do to get the day off just for your special day. Since he is you primary care physician your birthday is on file so he's aware of it even without you telling him.

He would have spoken to Jenna days or weeks prior to get you out of work by noon without being suspicious. You would come out of the building to find him standing there with a box of your favorite sweets and treats. "What are you doing here? What's all this?" You'd question with a giddy smile on your face; seeing Zayne unexpectedly was always a serotonin boost.

"Are you free this afternoon?" He'd ask avoiding your questions while flashing that cute half-millimeter smile of his, but his eyes would dance with mischief. "I am?" You'd furrow your brows in confusion. He'd intertwine his fingers with yours and take you to do whatever your little heart desires for the day. Once you're exhausted from the day he would offer to take you home.

This is where your real surprise would be. He would have your countertops covered in gifts and sweets along with a beautiful cake. "Zayne....when did you do this?" He would definitely stand there relishing in your shocked face. "It took all morning, but it was more than worth it" You couldn't help but hug him tightly you never thought you'd actually be happy to celebrate your birthday.

"Happy Birthday My Love let's celebrate together every year from now on"

Rafayel

Rafayel would be simply appalled at the fact you don't celebrate your birthday. "What do you mean it's just another day!?" He asked wide-eyed. "It's just not important" He would be so upset to hear you talk about your birthday like that. To him your birthday is like a national holiday there's no way he could let the sun take another trip around the earth without celebrating.

Rafayel: When is it? MC: I'm not telling you Rafayel: If you dont tell me I'll just figure it out MC: Good luck

He was indeed able to figure it out. How? Let's just say he has connections if he wants information he'll get it. He'd waste no time planning a whole day for the two of you. I picture Rafayel wanting to give you that childlike gleeful birthday that you never had growing up. He'd take you to an arcade or amusement park or even a fair/night market and would tell everyone it's your birthday "It's this pretty girls' birthday today!"

Now Although Rafayel is indeed a silly little guy he is very sentimental. At the end of the night he'd take you to an exhibit he rented out for just the two of you. It would be covered in his painted portraits of you along with candid photographs. Each one would have a gift or your favorite sweet perched on a cocktail table underneath it. "Why would you do this?" You asked in shock. "Because a special girl deserves to be treated as such especially on her special day Happy Birthday Cutie"

Xavier

He's used to forgetting his own birthday since he never considered it very special. Though something stirred in him when he overheard Simone, Tara, and Lisa asking you what you wanted to do for your birthday. You seemed to brush them off with a sweet smile saying "Nothing it's not a big deal just treat it like any other day" They all huffed and puffed at your words as you scurried off saying you had some research to do.

"We need to do something for her birthday she works so hard!" Tara said in a whisper-shout to Lisa and Simone. Xavier would barge into the conversation his lips moving before his brain could catch up "Can I be of service in this secret plan?" Contrary to popular belief Xavier would end up spearheading all the planning. He would want your girls to be involved since he sees how much they love you and how much you love them.

He would have you spend the day with your girls and the night with him. Your girls would be there right when you wake up screaming happy birthday in your face. They would take you to get your hair and nails done along with a little lunch date and shopping spree. You would be all dolled up and pretty by the time they dropped you off at home where Xavier was waiting with music, gifts, flowers and a cake. I also imagine since he is the one who taught you how to dance he would take you to a beautiful garden where he would dance the night away with you like Cinderella.

"I know I said birthdays were nothing special, but yours is and I want to spend every year with you. Happy Birthday My Lady"

Sylus

Sylus is not letting your birthday pass without a proper celebration. First of all he's taking you out the country for sure. That beautiful island you've been looking at? Yup he got a villa on it and flies you down there on his private jet so you have the utmost comfort. "Where are we going?" You'd ask as he escorts you up the stairs onto the plane. "Somewhere special" His answer was nonchalant as he poured you a glass of wine. "What's the occasion?" he would glance at you and let his beautiful smile spread across his face as he slipped the glass into your hand "Something special" You scoffed at his answer.

Although you never mentioned when your birthday was of course Sylus did his research. He planned for months to make your surprise perfect. You would land and walk into the villa fully decorated with balloons, all your favorite foods, a desert bar with a cake, and flourishing with gifts. Even the twins would already be there jumping out at you to yell surprise.

Sylus would make your birthday into a full weeklong celebration/vacation. "You overdid it you know? My birthday really isn't that important" Your words end up going in one ear and out the other. You were his special girl everything involving you was special especially your birthday. Otherwise how would he be able to smile in this drab world if you weren't here?

"That's why I've made it my mission to show your otherwise" He'd smile down at you and flick your forehead. "Happy Birthday Princess"

[huellitaa]

⊹˚. ♡ true beauty

──★ ˙ ̟🎀 what being kind does to you

heightened self esteem

increase empathy and compassion

tend to be healthier in all areas

helps form new relationships

better mental health

decrease blood pressure and cortisol

increase serotonin, dopamine & oxytocin

contrary to popular belief kindness is not something that should be overlooked. we've been taught to be kind hundreds of times and yet some of us never actually do it.

one epiphany i've had recently is that humans are such bigoted creatures. we think we have the right to do whatever we like just because we're the dominant species on this earth. we are top of the biological hierarchy, so therefore we have the right to do whatever we like.

another thing i've found is that that fact often bleeds into people's attitudes. people are so fucking rude nowadays honestly. maybe it's the fact i live in england, maybe it's the fact people are so entitled in this day and age they think they can do whatever they like to everything and everyone with no repercussions, but kindness seems scarce nowadays.

how is food made? by the people who take their time to make it for you, be it your local supermarket or your loved ones slaving away in the kitchen all day.

how do we sleep? because we care enough about ourselves to make sure we get rest to be energised and refreshed the next day and for the days to come.

how do we have clothes on our back? because people care enough to weave pieces of fabric together just so we aren't walking around bare and naked every day.

you want to become more likeable? be sweet. be kind. don't sacrifice yourself for anybody, but take the time out of your day to do something for someone. it will make their day i promise, even if it doesn't then you've still made yourself happy 😭 ♡

🐰𓂃 ࣪˖ little kind things you can do

send a letter to someone

bake or make something for someone

compliment someone every day

have a clear out and donate to charity

smile at everyone and anyone

greet someone you might see often but don't really talk to

promote a friend's work

get someone to go on a spontaneous adventure with you!!!

hide a list of things you love about someone in their things if you're too shy to just give it to them

offer to take someone's photo if they're struggling like a couple or a family

do something sweet for your neighbours

learn how to say hello in multiple different languages

encourage and listen to someone even if you don't know them that well

talk to someone who looks lonely and chat with them, don't leave them out

make something random for someone who was nice to you for no reason

sit down and have a chat with someone struggling with homelessness

put a surprise note or cute drawing on someone's desk or workplace

we are so sweet at heart!!! everything we know is born from love!!! everyone is born good!!! it's only circumstances that make people stray from that.

please don't stop giving, please don't stop caring, please don't stop loving with your whole heart; hold the door open for someone, give someone something, smile at someone, pet an animal, do something just to bring joy and love into the world a little more. the world is filled with so many people who have strayed from the path of innocence and we need those people back.

to have a kind heart is to be beautiful. true beauty is not found in the skin, but in the mind. the more you give, the more you love, the more you learn, the more you smile, the more you enjoy, that is what makes the world beautiful, and that is what makes you beautiful <3

the most beautiful people are always the kindhearted ones who will live the most and make the most out of their lives. love is the only thing that holds this world together. please don't stop giving it, ever; it is the most beautiful thing this world has to offer

all my love 🫶💝

[walpu]

Hi yes hello first of all: the love I have for your Aventurine works cannot be quantified, it’s like my current main source of serotonin

With that being said, hear me out: Aventurine w/ a soft dom partner that can AND will do their absolute best to make him always feel loved. That’s it that’s my request, ty in advance and have a wonderful day 🕺✨

THANK YOU SO MUCH AND SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO WRITE THIS

I feel like I really need to write something soft fir him after 2.1 💀

Aventurine x soft!dom reader

notes - gn!reader, nsfw, subby!Aven, no beta

I think I've mentioned it in my previous nswf post but I feel like Aven would be super into body worshipping and would melt if you kiss all over his body.

Start by kissing his pretty face, his eyelids, his cheeks, then his lips. Go down to his neck and press a soft kiss to his "tattoo". Before he gets to react, move to hus chest, kissing and sucking on his oh so sensitive nipples.

Call him pretty, beautiful, priceless, tell him how you love the sounds he makes, how you love him.

Oh how overwhelmingly good it feels for him to be loved by you. Sometimes he feels like he doesn't deserve it, that it's too good to be true.

No one has ever been so soft with him during intimacy, yet here you are, putting his needs over yours and going out of your way to make him feel cherished.

He would gladly overthink it but he has no time to do so, not when you look at him like that, not when you caress his body like that.

Even if the two of you get rough and he gets overestimated, you're here to coo over him, to kiss away his tears.

And aeons, sometimes he wishes for you to be just a little cruel, a little selfish. He's used to that, he can handle that! But this overwhelming love?? It feels so good and yet so alien.

Give him time he's a sucker for that and he just needs time to adjust. And therapy.

Even when you give him commands you're so soft about it, saying please, calling him a good boy, and it makes him feel sooooo weak for you.

He'll either melt into a puddle, clinging closer to you, asking you to touch him more more more or he'll get a bit bratty, trying to provoke a reaction. Depends on his mood really.

I would recommend getting a bit playful with him when he's being a brat but still showering him with love.

Can imagine him daring you to make him do something and then crumbling completely when you just chuckle and pull him for a deep but loving kiss while your hands roam his body and press all the right buttons, touching every sensitive spot. He'll do everything you want after that trust.

Would probably lose his mind if you are being rough and caring at the same time. When sex is not vanilla at all but you're still talking to him like he's the most precious person ever and kiss him everywhere you can reach and praise him. Like!!! The contrast!!!!

Adores aftercare. It means a lot to him that you're here with him when he's so vulnerable, that the whole loving and caring act doesn't end when you're satisfied and don't need anything from him.

Would love to fall asleep in your arms after all that. After all, you're his safe heaven.