#i’m so glad she has him looking out for her

[ghostinthelibrarywrites]

Ohh for the prompt maybe Edwin & Crystal friendship with number 11!?!?

Thank you for the prompt! I combined it with a paraphrased version of #28, which @coraline-piange requested for Edwin and Crystal.

11. “They shouldn’t treat you like that.”

28. “...I don’t hate you.” “...you don’t?”

Edwin finds her hiding out on the balcony, huddled in the dark while inside, music plays and her parents and their friends laugh and mingle. Crystal is torn between being annoyed that he followed her and being secretly, shamefully relieved. She wishes he hadn’t showed up in the middle of the party to ask her about a case, wishes that he hadn’t just seen her mother lay into her while all her parents' friends watched and tittered. But if he is here, she’s glad that he didn’t leave her alone.

He doesn’t say anything for several minutes, just folds his hands on top of the balcony railing and stays quiet. They stand side by side, watching the lights of the city far below. Somewhere in the distance, a siren wails and Crystal wonders if there will be a new ghost showing up at the Agency’s doors soon.

“They shouldn’t treat you like that,” Edwin finally says.

Crystal swallows back a snappish reply. Instead, she says, “What she said wasn’t totally wrong. I did burn every bridge my parents ever built for me. I’m the one who got kicked out of every fancy school they sent me to and alienated all my friends and made sure no college will ever let me in unless my parents toss a ton of money at them.”

“Perhaps you would have burnt less bridges if you hadn’t been left alone with so many matches.” There’s a bite to Edwin’s voice.

She snorts. “Why do you think they leave me alone so much? It’s because I’m kind of the worst.”

“That isn’t true.”

“You know it is. You hate me.” Her voice cracks embarrassingly.

“Crystal.” His voice goes gentle in a way that’s so un-Edwin-like that she has to turn to make sure it’s really him. He’s looking down at her with a worried crease in his brow. “Of course I don’t hate you. Do you really think I do?”

Crystal can’t bring herself to answer.

“I find you difficult, stubborn, and often exasperating, but I do not hate you.”

She lets out a hoarse laugh. “Yeah, because you’re famously not any of those things.”

“Charles did once say that you and I are a lot alike.”

“He did not.”

“He did.”

“He’s lucky he’s cute,” she mutters, which gets a soft laugh from Edwin.

“I realize that you seem to think you were some sort of monster before you lost your memories.” He holds up a hand to cut off her reply. “But I’ve never known you to be anything but kind and compassionate to those who are in need of it. You are a real asset to the Agency, Crystal, and I’ve come to be glad of your presence.”

Crystal thinks she might cry, which is just so fucking embarrassing. After everything else tonight, she doesn’t need to cry in front of Edwin Payne.

“And I don’t think your mother knows you half as well as she seems to think,” he adds. “Given that you were in Port Townsend for weeks without her or your father noticing you were missing. In the month since we returned to London, I can count on one hand the number of nights you’ve slept at their house. Mostly, you’ve slept on a couch in an abandoned building in the company of two boys that your parents do not know. Perhaps your mother should spend less time bemoaning the bridges you’ve burned and spend more time thinking about her own behavior.”

Crystal turns her face away so he won’t see the tears gathering in her eyes.

“I am sorry, Crystal,” Edwin says. “Truly. You deserve better.”

“Yeah, well.” She clears her throat and shrugs. “I bet they’d say they deserved a better daughter.”

“I cannot imagine they would have treated a ‘better’ daughter with any more care than they’ve treated you.”

“Maybe not. But maybe they would’ve wanted to.” Surreptitiously, Crystal wipes her eyes. “What were your parents like?”

Edwin is silent for a moment and she wonders if she’s said the wrong thing. Finally, he says, “My father had very few interests outside of hunting, hounds, and women. Since I shared none of those interests, we had little to say to each other. He got on much better with my older brothers, who were very much cut from the same cloth. When he did pay me any mind, it was usually to make sure I knew what a disappointment I was.”

“He sounds like an asshole.”

“Perhaps,” Edwin says. “My mother was better, I think. She liked to read. She used to read to me, until my father put a stop to it. He worried her novels would make me soft.”

“Jesus Christ.” Crystal wants to reach back a hundred years in the past and shake Edwin’s father.

“He never thought I would make anything of myself. I do wonder what he would think, if he were here.”

“I think he’d be proud of you.”

“Unlikely, but thank you.” There’s an edge of ruefulness in his voice. “Running a detective agency for ghosts is certainly not what he would consider an accomplishment. Particularly since I do not have a single hound or mistress.”

Crystal snorts. “Charles says he tried to convince you to get a puppy back in ‘94.”

“He does enjoy bringing home strays.” He doesn’t need to add the silent, “like you.”

“Do you miss them?” Crystal asks.

“Sometimes,” he says after another brief pause. “But I miss who they were when I was small, before I realized what a disappointment I was to them. If that makes sense?”

“It does.” She nods. “It’s like how I miss who I thought my parents were when I didn’t have my memories. When I thought they missed me and were looking for me.”

“I’m sorry they aren’t the parents you thought they were.”

“Yeah.” Crystal wipes her eyes again. “And I’m sorry yours were shitty too.”

Edwin blows out a breath.

Her lips twitch. “Too much emotion for one night?”

“Far too much.”

From inside the penthouse, there’s a burst of shouting.

“Ah.” Edwin sounds smug. “Perhaps we should take our leave now.”

Crystal turns to stare at him. He’s wearing the little smile that he only gets when he knows he just cracked a case open. Or when Charles compliments him. “What did you do?”

“There was an unfortunate incident involving a bottle of wine and one of your mother’s paintings.”

Crystal slaps a hand over her mouth to muffle her laugh. “Which one?”

“That hideously tacky self-portrait.” At her incredulous look, he shrugs. “I didn’t care for the way she spoke to you. And in front of guests, too.”

“You know that self-portrait was worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, right?”

“Absurd. I wouldn’t trade it for Charles’s jar of bees.” Edwin sniffs. “Anyway, I’m a ghost. Even if she could see me, what is she going to do, sue me?”

The shouting inside gets louder.

“Yeah, we should definitely get out of here,” Crystal says.

“I couldn’t agree more.” He holds an arm out to her. “There’s a case to solve, after all.”

She links her arm through his. “Thanks.”

Edwin flashes a small, pleased smile. “It was my pleasure.”

*** 

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Black Dahlia - 52. Looking A Little Jealous

Summary: Threshing, but one vastly different to what everyone is use to when Violet comes back with two dragons. One of which is Xaden's dragons mate. And Garrick can't help stiring the pot just a little bit.

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It was safe to say that Violet had made this the most interesting Threshing the Quadrant had ever seen and probably would ever see. Not only had she bonded a dragon no one thought was willing to bond, she’d also bonded two. And now the whole of leadership was losing their minds over it.

“Has this ever happened before?” I ask Proth as I take in the the chaos in front of us.

”Never. This is definitely a first.” He tells me down the bond.

”Will they let her keep both?” I know it won’t be up to leadership, ultimately the decision will come down to the Empyrean.

“More than likely. Breaking a bond is risky. Too dangerous. They won’t want to risk losing them.” He tells me as he confirms my own thoughts.

Tairn was easily the biggest dragon I’d seen next to Codagh. He was powerful, and definitely a force to be reconned with. Though I doubt it was his bond they’d try to break. And even then, I didn’t think there was a way to break a bond outside of the rider or dragon dying. As if the very dragon I’d been comparing Violet’s to could read my thoughts, Codagh walks through the opening to the valley. Every dragon he approaches walks forward into the centre of the field and following him as he heads right towards Violet.

“I’ll be back. Do try stay out of trouble.” He drawls before walking forward and joining the line of dragons.

”You say that like I constantly get into trouble.” I snap back sassily.

”Trust me, you toe that line every single day little flower.” He throws back at me before I feel his shields snap into place.

As soon as the last drgaon leaves, the first years rush each other, everyone trying to find their squad mates in the sea of cadets. I spot my first years through the crowd rushing to each other, easily spotted with Liam’s height and Aura’s bright red hair. I’d only managed to loose a few cadets over the last few days. We’d lost two to the gauntlet, and it looks like another four to threshing today. I was just glad Aura was amongst the ones who made it. I know Austin would have a big weight lifted from her shoulders from this.

My eyes travel back to Violet, watching as my brother approaches her through the crowd. Something she says makes him worried. I can tell by the way his body stiffens and grabs her by the shoulder and spins her around to face him as he embraces her. I’d seen her head for the medical tent after I’d landed in the flight field after scouting my area for any remaining first years who had either died or not been bonded, so she must have gotten hurt badly or into a decent fight while bonding her dragon. It doesn’t take long for Dain to drag her away to the other side of the flight field, away from prying eyes in the shadows of the edges of the field. Way to hide your damn feelings Dain.

I shake my head and turn my attention back to the field, and notice I’m not the only one watching them. Not far down from me, Xaden is also watching them. I can tell from here he’s not impressed with the way he crosses his arms over his chest, the slightly scowl on his face. Something I was not expecting to see from Xaden. Why the hell would he be reacting like that towards Violet and Dain?

I head over to him, knowing Garrick is probably nearby. I hadn’t seen him all day due to my Threshing duties for the day. And I honestly couldn’t wait to crawl into bed with him tonight and just relax. The last few days had been the most stressful days of my year so far. And I couldn’t wait to sleep it off.

“You all good?” I ask Xaden as I fall into the spot next to him.

He doesn’t even avert his gaze from where Violet and Dain are hidden as he responds to me. “Fucking fantastic. Just been a long few days as I’m sure you’re aware.” He tells me, his jaw ticking with annoyance in a way so similar to Garrick.

“Very aware. Glad it’s over for another year. Maybe next year I won’t have to worry about keeping a squad or section alive. Can go back to being a plain old cadet.”

He finally turns his attention towards me, but I have no doubt he’s still focusing on the other side of the field. “You’re easily one of the best in your year. There’s no way you won’t be considered for Wingleader.”

I raise my eyebrow and laugh at him. “Not when I’m in the same Wing as Dain. No way would they pick me over the golden child over there.”

”Then prove to everyone else you’re the better choice. You’ve fought your whole life, don’t stop now. Prove them wrong.”

And with that he walks off to the other side of the field, the other cadets easily moving out of his way to let him through. And I know exactly where he was going. I was definitely going to have to ask Garrick what the hell was going on there. I’d noticed the tension around Xaden and Violet. Knew how much she despised him. And I knew he wasn’t entirely pleased about her appearance here in the Quadrant. But he’d still moved her to his Wing. Put her under his control. But he’d barely made a move against her. Gods, he’d even defended her at Presentation Day and made a show of how much help she actually needed to Dain. Everyone had thought he would kill her. But instead it was very clear he was in the business of keeping her alive. A few moments later Dain storms from the shadows, heading back to where his spot would be in formation. He looked pissed. And way more than usual. Seems I wasn’t the only one worthy of his hate.

A dragon landing behind me startles me from my thoughts. I reel back to see brown scales consuming my vision to my left. “Bloody hell Chradh, you gave me a heart attack.” I exclaim at the dragon who gives off something like a chuckle as Garrick dismounts him.

Garrick walks up to me, placing a hand on my lower back as he presses a kiss to the top of my head. “You seen Xaden anywhere?” He asks me as his eyes travel across the field.

“He’s over there with Violet.” I tell him as I point towards where Violet and Xaden have reappeared from the shadows and start walk back to where Violet had been standing with her dragons.

”I’ll be right back.” He tells me before placing another quick kiss this time to my cheek before taking off across the field.

He barely gets thirty seconds away from me before Xaden sees him coming and shakes his head at Garrick. I see him cock his head to the side before turning back and heading towards me, a slight smirk on his face.

”What’s so funny?” I ask as he stands next to me, chuckling to himself as he folds his arms over his broad chest.

”Seems our dear friend Xaden has gotten himself involved with the general’s daughter.” He informs me as he watches his best friend.

”What do you mean involved?” I ask as I look over and watch Xaden and Violet.

Nothing about their body language screams them being involved at least in the romantic way. And they weren’t friends. That wouldn’t have changed. That means the only way they could be linked in anyway after today is…

”Oh shit, her dragon is mated to Sgaeyl.” I spit out as I make the connection in my head.

Garrick properly laughs as I make the connection he clearly already knew about prior. I knew Xaden’s dragon was mated, but not to who. And of all the riders her mate could have picked, it was Violet. Now that explained why Dain was so pissed. Violet’s life was literally in Xaden’s hands. And just like most people loyal to Navarre, he did not trust Xaden at all. He probably thought Xaden was going to try get Violet killed to get revenge for his father. But it the rumours of that mating bond being as strong as it was, I doubt he would. He’d have to kill himself to accomplish that.

“He sure is. This is going to be great.” He tells me, amusement clearly noticeable in his voice.

I look over at Garrick, noting the smug look on his face and how he tries to hold back his smile.

”So, you and the general’s daughter….” He starts as he looks over me at Xaden who must have joined us.

”Not funny.” Xaden bites back gruffly as all three dragons behind us chuff in unision.

The rest of the field falls quiet as Melgren takes the front of the dais, ready to announce whatever decision the Empyrean has made. Which I have no doubt will be that she keeps both her dragons, especially with how both of them stand with her.

”Is this going to be a problem?” Garricks asks, clearly not interested in listening to Melgren and whatever speech he’s giving.

”No.”

”Right.” Garrick’s response dripping with sarcasm as he smirks at his best friend.

”I’m fine.” Xaden snaps again, clearly done with Garrick’s mood.

”Oh, so fine.” I add, earning me a glare from Xaden.

”I’ve seen corpses more fine than you.” Garrick mutters as he tries to hide his snicker, while I do not.

I didn’t get to see this side of Garrick and Xaden often. But it was hilarious everytime I did. Those two were brutal with their comebacks, and it always made for some moments where I had to bite my tongue.

”Of course corpses are fine. They have nothing to worry about.”

He wasn’t wrong. But Xaden was clearly far from fine. I could feel the anger and tension rolling off him as he stood next to me. It was a stark contrast to the teasing aura Garrick was giving off from my other side.

”Guess we’ll need to keep her alive.” Garrick mutters as he turns his eyes to General Sorrengail as she steps forward.

”Yes.” Xaden scans the field before landing on the other side of the field. Where my squad stands. “Maybe I should move Liam into her squad.”

“Liam?” Garrick questions as his eyes shift from Xaden to mine.

”He’s the best in his year.” Xaden states.

“Yeah and he’s in my squad. He’s the best in my squad. You take him away and I’ll be struggling for Squad Battle later this year.” I tell him.

There was no way he was taking my best first year cadet. Not when there was no one close enough in Fourth Wing to skill wise amongst the first years to really swap him with. The only other one would maybe be the girl with braids in Violet’s squad. But I didn’t see that move happening.

”I trained him to fight, so I know he’s capable of protecting her.” He goes on as if he hasn’t heard me.

”Or you could give her a chance to make it on her own first.” Garrick points out with a sideways glance as his friend, trying to take my side in a way that wouldn’t piss Xaden off. “But if thats the route you choose, everyone likes Liam, so hopefully she will, too. It will make it easier for him to guard her.”

Garrick wasn’t wrong. It wasn’t hard to like Liam. He made it so easy. So there’s no doubt in my mind if Violet didn’t see him as her bodyguard, she would like him.

”She’ll like him.” Xaden says confidentyl.

Garrick grins at his best friend. “Don‘t worry. He won’t fuck her.”

Xaden’s head snaps to Garrick as his eyes narrow, as I muffle my laugh behind a coughing fit which Garrick chuckles at.

”Why would i care if he….”

Xaden stops mid sentance, his eyes locked on Violet and Dain. Dain walks behind Violet and reaches for her back. His hands making quick work of the laces on the back of her armour. Xaden looks like he’s about to go murder Dain with how rigid he’s gone. With how the other first years are reacting and pulling at their own uniforms, they must have gotten their relics. And Violet’s must be on her back.

”Relax, he’s lacing her back up.” Garrick says with the biggest smile on his face. “See? She’s already turning around.”

Violet turns in Dain’s arms as he lifts his hand to her face. A move he uses to allow him to read memories. And I almost think he’s reading hers before he lowers his head down to hers.

”Nothing to…. Oh shit.” Garrick mutters as Dain’s lips meet Violet’s.

”Oh shit, he finally did it.” I mutter as we all stand there and watch.

Xaden’s head snaps to me. “What do you mean finally did it?”

Garrick places his hand on my shoulder, pulling me back into him slightly. “Damn. You allright over there?” Garrick asks him with a laugh.

“I’m…” Xaden’s words die as shadows swarm his feet, as if pinning himself to the ground.

Oh shit, Xaden is jealous. Xaden is jealous of Dain.

”You’re looking a little green there.” Garrick says before flat-out laughing while Xaden breathes heavily. “In twenty years, I don’t think i’ve ever seen you jealous before. This is amazing.” Before clapping Xaden on the shoulder.

But Garrick doesn’t notice what I do, and what I’m sure Xaden notices when I note the slight glimmer of hope in his eyes. As Dain smiles down at Violet, she doesn’t return it. She looks like she wants to bolt. Looks like she regretted that kiss. Oh shit. Dain had pushed Violet away. She didn’t want him that way anymore.

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[passionxwrites]

Summer Romance 1

Pairings: ModernAu! Elias “Stack” Moore x Black OC! (Cymone) x ModernAu! Elijah “Smoke” Moore

Warnings: MDNI, Cursing, use of the N-Word, a little angst

Word Count: 4.0K

Cymone

The summer of 2025 had settled into Jackson, Mississippi with a vengeance and it had Cymone Johnson constantly swiping sweat from her forehead as she swept her grandmother’s sunroom.

“Etta Jean is lucky she’s the light of my life boy,” she muttered under her breath for the millionth time in the past 20 minutes she had been out there straightening up. She definitely wished she had opted to clean the guest room instead but Etta Jean loved her sunroom and Cymone knew she hadn’t been out here cause it was a little unkempt.

After taking a step back and assessing her work she was finally pleased with the cleanliness of the sunroom now and knew her grandmother would be more than happy to spend her summer nights out here like she usually did.

“Oh Gannnnyyyyy,” she drawled out as she bounced on her toes in excitement. She had always loved showing her grandmother when she cleaned ever since she was 2 and at 20 things were definitely no different.

“Girl you know I don’t like all that yelling, now what is it,” her grandmother fussed as she stepped into the sunroom from the kitchen where she had been cleaning her greens for the church potluck the next day.

She was beaming with pride purely from the fact that she knew Ganny would be happy meaning she would be happy cause no one was happy when Ganny wasn’t.

Etta Jean crossed her arms and surveyed the hard work of her youngest grandchild with a clean poker face before it finally broke into a grin they both knew was coming.

“You did a beautiful job Punkin, come here, hug ya Ganny now,” she spoke as she stepped towards her baby with her arms open.

Cymone leaned in and gave her a quick but loving hug knowing she felt dirty and didn’t want to get all her sweat on her grandmother’s nice lounging clothes.

“I’m glad you love it! Now I’m finna go shower so I can get ready for Tricia’s party tonight cause you know ya girl has got to look good,” Cymone spoke as she snapped her fingers.

Ganny only playfully rolled her eyes because she knew full well she was the reason behind every piece of attitude her granddaughter had so her antics were not unusual at all.

“Alright miss thang, you just make sure you don’t pick up no drink you ain’t see get fixed!”

Cymone quickly yelled a yes ma’am as she ran up the steps to wash the stench of hot air from her body.

After 30 minutes she emerged from the overheated bathroom adjoining her room and picked up her phone to FaceTime her best friend of 10 years, Reana.

“This a pay phone not a play phone. Speak ya mind and don’t waste my time,” flooded through Cymone’s speaker located on her desk as she rolled her eyes at the usual behavior of Reana Williams.

“Just one day I wish you didn’t have to be an ignorant bitch. Anywho, what you wearing to Tricia’s. I’m drawing a blank,” she muttered in frustration while frantically flipping through her closet for the millionth time.

See Patricia Newsome always threw the littest parties to kick off summer break and this year was no different. Actually it was a little different being she couldn’t throw any pool parties because somebody threw up in hers last year so this year was gone be a party down at the local park in Presidential Hills.

“Ooooo okay so boom I got this bomb ass two piece set yesterday from the mall. I found it up in Windsor. It’s a halter top and some mesh capri pants. Hold on, let me go get it from my room so I can show you! It’s fye bitch!”

Chuckling at her friends excitement Cymone sat on her bed with her face contorted into concentration as she tried to think of something she hadn’t worn yet. Tonight Rashad Jennings would be at the party and they had been talking a lil bit since Cymone tutored him in general chemistry. Rashad was a track start at Jackson State and would be going into his senior year next year. He was the definition of tall, dark, and handsome. Almost put you in the mind of a young Lance Gross so he was fine as hell and Cymone quite frankly needed that.

“What about that red dress you bought two weeks ago from Charlotte Russe and ain’t ever wore yet?”

Cymone was jolted from her thoughts as Reana appeared back into the camera holding up her two piece set for her to see.

“That’s cute sista and you know what I forgot alll about that dress. This why I keep you on payroll! Aight give me like a hour to get ready and I’ll text you when I’m outside.”

“Okay honey bunches. Love you!”

“I love you too!”

After their farewells and the confirmation that she had a solid outfit she knew would not only break every neck at the party but would also have her target salivating, Cymone could finally focus on the easier tasks of doing her hair and makeup.

She changed her 2 day old silk press from a side part to a middle part and settled on a light beat since the party would be outside.

With her hair and makeup finally out of the way she held up the showstopper for the night. The dress was a tube top dress that ended in a pleated skirt. Thankfully it covered the assets carried down from Etta Jean and her mother while also still looking tempting enough for the average nigga to pray a strong gust of wind came through. She paired the dress with her gold platform flip flops and gold accessories and sprayed on her Kayali Pistachio Gelato perfume.

With her shoulder bag in tow she strutted down the stairs of the home to find Ganny sitting on the couch in the living room watching her stories.

“I’m headed out Ganny, I’ll be home no later than 1,” she stated as she leaned down to place a kiss on her grandmother’s cheek.

“Alright girl, you be safe and don’t give that boy a heart attack,” she winked and Cymone couldn’t help but to laugh.

She talked to Ganny about almost everything so of course her number one girl knew that she had a lil crush on the boy who ran track at her college.

Cymone hopped in her all black 2023 Ford Bronco, a high school graduation gift from her cousin Duke, and quickly headed to pick up Reana so they could arrive fashionably late.

Pulling up outside of Reana’s she shot her an “outside,” text and waited for her to walk out of the door.

While waiting she pulled out her phone to see a text from her cousin saying he had a surprise for her when she got to the party and immediately her suspicions were raised. Duke loved spoiling his little cousin like he was her father and essentially acted as if he was her father due to hers not being in the picture. He didn’t play about Cymone and frequently found ways to run niggas away from her since he felt nobody deserved his angel.

“Bitch I’m so sick of my mama boyfriend tryna act like he my daddy. Talkin bout I better make sure I’m home at a decent hour. Clyde if you don’t get the fuck out my face!”

Cymone could only shake her head in laughter at her homegirl. Reana’s parents tragically divorced their freshman year of college, sending her dad back to Canton to live closer to her grandmother and leaving her mom to all the new men who were clamoring for her attention. Her newest man, who she had been with for 5 months now, was Clyde James who owned a bar downtown near the King Edward’s hotel. Reana hated his guts because he felt like he was gone be the next man to lock her mama down so he was tryna step into the dad role to a girl who was grown as hell and already had a daddy. Safe to say he was getting cussed out almost everyday.

“Clyde ain’t gone learn until you call up big Will to come handle that.”

“Girl cause I done already put my daddy on game since the first time Clyde called himself checking me on MY grown ass whereabouts in MY mama house. To make matters worse mama just sit there and let’s him say the shit. Daddy said one more call and that’s all for his ass like Richard Schwartz.”

Cackles immediately filled the truck and Cymone immediately forgot about the message from Duke. That was just who Reana was. They met in the 5th grade at their elementary school. It was Reana’s first day being that she had transferred from a private school. Cymone was a really rough girl back in the day so she didn’t have many girl friends and the boys mainly just picked on her. When Reana sat by her in class and started conversation Cymone almost thought she was being punked. She was instantly on guard and had half a mind to whoop Reana’s ass thinking she was playing her. It took a week of convincing for her to finally get comfortable and after that they were thick as thieves. You wouldn’t see one without the other and you better not say nothing about one in front of the other or your ass was grass.

Cymone started the 10 minute drive to the park and began playing her Bad Bitches Only playlist.

She double parked the foreign at the function, we watchin for boots

I hop out ass fat as fuck, he watchin the glutes

We been came Cartier, them watches was cute

But I can’t fuck with none of yall niggas, yall watches be loose

Pulling into a parking a space, Cymone parked her car and pulled down her mirror to check her lip combo. Once she was satisfied she looked to see Reana finishing up doing the same.

“Let’s go have a good time girly!”

They hopped out the car and watched as everyone was outside having a good time. Ass was being thrown everywhere, niggas was everywhere watching, it was a complete vibe. This was the epitome of summer and giddiness was setting into Cymone’s bones the more she surveyed the crowd.

“Looking for yo man,” Reana teased as she watched Cymone take in the scenery.

“No baby, he’s looking for me. I’m just taking in my surroundings,” Cymone muttered cockily as she stuck out her tongue because she knew the truth. Rashad told her he would find her at the party a couple days ago so she was simply waiting to be approached.

“Let’s go get a drink. I’m thirsty as hell.”

As they approached the table under the pavilion with the coolers they saw Patricia. The girl was bossing everyone around as she stood on the table. As they got closer her eyes immediately lit up.

“If it ain’t the thickest bitches I know! Where yall asses been at,” Tricia yelled as the two women approached her. She was now sitting on top of the table donned in a gold bralette, denim mini shorts with gold studs embroidered on them and her honey blonde hair styled in a middle part with wand curls.

“I had to help my Ganny before I came out. My girl needed her sunroom in pristine condition so she can sit and people watch,” Cymone explained as she filled a cup with ice, Don Julio, and orange juice.

“I gotta come see my girl Etta Jean. I know she done cooked up something for that church pot luck tomorrow and I need whatever it is!”

“Oh girl you already know. We gone see you later though, we finna walk around and see what we see,” Cymone spoke as she gave her a side hug before walking away.

“Tricia really been like that since middle school. That shit is crazy,” Reana muttered as she took a sip from her cup.

“Girl she been like that since she was 5,” Cymone said as she felt a tug on her arm from behind her.

“I told you I was gone find you.”

With a smirk on her lips Cymone turned around to face Rashad in all of his beautiful, tall, chocolate glory.

“Well look what the cat drug in. Hey Rashad.”

“Hey to you too. You looking good girl. Done had everybody talkin bout you since stepped foot out yo truck.”

Reana who was suffocating in the sexual tension had long got the hint and decided to make herself busy elsewhere and mingle with the other people at the party.

“Well I tend that have that affect on people. It’s one of my best qualities actually,” Cymone spoke while fluttering her eyelashes. She was laying it on thick which was a little out of character but Rashad was different and she had been smitten with him since the first day she laid eyes on him.

“I just bet you do. Now, since I found you what do I get?”

Cymone titled her head and began tapping her finger against her cheek as if she were genuinely thinking of something.

“Hmmm I guess I can dance with you. ”

Rashad’s face immediately broke into his normal charming smile.

“I would love to dance with you.”

Just as he reached for her hand to lead her to the dance floor he was cut off by her name being yelled from the parking lot.

“PUNKIN! COME HERE.”

Of course Duke was the culprit. Cymone immediately scrunched her face in frustration at not only being interrupted but also being called by her childhood nickname in front of everybody and they damn mama. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Reana snickering behind her cup because she knew how much Cymone hated that name and Duke’s dumbass knew that too. She turned to Rashad while trying to fix her face so he wouldn’t see her upset.

“Give me one second to see what my cousin wants. I promise we will have that dance okay,” she said while nodding her head at Reana to follow her.

She marched to her cousins pickup truck with the anger of 1,000 women wondering what the hell this surprise was and why it was calling for all of this.

“Duke what the hell I tell you about callin me Punkin in public? I should slap yo loud country ass,” she fussed as she got up on him.

“Girl kill that shit! Look who came back home!”

She finally realized he wasn’t alone and turned her head to the two people accompanying him. When she did she felt like she had seen a ghost….or two.

Elias and Elijah Moore also notoriously known as Smoke and Stack. Smoke and Stack had been running with her cousin since she could remember and they were pretty much known as the city terrors. Niggas feared and wanted to be them and women wanted at least 5 seconds of their time.

Growing up Cymone was a tomboy. She was always wearing t shirts and jeans that would end up with holes in them from her scrapping with any and everybody in the neighborhood. Boys basically ran away from her because she was so aggressive but not the twins. I mean it wasn’t like they was scared of her cause they were seven years older but they always watched out for her. She always appreciated how they were the only boys who would actually talk to her besides Duke.

Maybe she developed a little crush on them from how much time they spent together and maybe that’s why she was so heartbroken the day they up and left without so much as a goodbye. No one knew where they went but Duke and he was sworn to secrecy so he wouldn’t tell her where they went. In all honesty, them leaving like that was probably Cymone’s first heartbreak and she never really recovered from that betrayal.

Now 7 years later they swept back into town and this is how they made their entrance back into the Jackson as if they never left.

Everyone else in the city might have felt like throwing them a parade but Cymone had no intentions on a warm welcome back. One glance at Smokes cool as fan expression and Stacks smug grin she could have spit.

“This my surprise,” she asked as she finally tore her eyes away from her long lost companions and back to her cousin.

“Yeah girl! When they got back into town this morning I told em how you was doing good in school and how you was such a girly girl now and they had to see you.”

“Oh is that right,” as a bitter chuckle escaped her lips.

“Well I owe somebody a dance. Bye,” and with that she turned on her heels and quickly grabbed Reana’s arm to drag her alone with her.

“Bitchhhh-“

“Not now Re. Now now.”

Stack

The minute Stack and his brother stepped outside of Jackson-Medgar Wiley airport they were hit with the almost overwhelming heat of Mississippi but it was honestly missed. After spending many years in cold ass Chicago the twins truthfully needed the heat.

“How far Duke say he was,” he questioned his brother as they stepped out of the path of other travelers seeking their ride from the airport.

“Say he 2 minutes out,” Smoke answered as he looked down at his phone.

Smoke was the stoic one out of the twins. He never really had much to say or showed much emotion but Stack knew his brother was just as happy as he was to be home. After handling their father they both knew they had to get the fuck out of dodge and Chicago came with a promise of not only an escape but some good money as well. Business was so good out there the twins stacked up enough money to live comfortably back home and also fulfill a dream of being business owners.

Their plan was to come home and open their own club. It was gone be the best thing Jackson had ever seen. Way better than the bullshit that was out here right now.

With the help of Duke they knew they would be booming with business in no time. Stack could see the dollar signs now and he was more than ready to be livin large and in charge.

“Oh my goodness! Are you boys twins?”

Smoke and Stack both looked up to a little old white woman staring at them in amazement as if she had never seen twins a day in her life. Smoke immediately took the ignoring route and put his head back into his phone while Stack, ever the asshole, smirked as he answered.

“Nah, we cousins.”

The woman looked perplexed with her mouth agape and just as she looked like she had finally found a response she was cut off by Duke honking his horn ignorantly as he pulled up to the airport.

“Bout damn time,” Smoke spoke under his breath as he grabbed his bags and walked up to the truck.

“You have a good one ma’am,” Stack replied with a chuckle leaving the women standing there looking like a jackass.

“Mannn! I missed yall boys being in the Sipp! We finna get into so much shit this summer!”

Stack grinned as he dapped up Duke already up for the shenanigans remembering how they used to get down back in the day.

“Aye we can roll by my crib so yall put yall shit down and freshen up cause Tricia throwing a party down at the Hills Park and you know all the bad bitches gone be there!”

“Tricia….you talking bout Nautica lil sister Tricia,” Smoke asked with his face scrunched up in confusion.

“Yeah nigga. She been throwing bomb ass parties with Nautica since high school but she throwing this one by herself today. Punkin gone be there.”

Hearing that named instantly brought warm feelings to Stacks chest. Punkin was they lil rider and the girl would whoop anybody ass. She was so bad none of the lil neighborhood boys and girls would fool with her so she would always hang around them. He used to enjoy they lil back and forth moments they had when he would get on her about all the scars on her arms and legs from fighting.

“Man I missed Punkin lil badass. What she been up to?”

Duke shook his head with a smile like he knew a secret none of them knew.

“Punkin ain’t the same Punkin no more. She don’t even like being called Punkin no more, like everybody to call her Cymone. She a girly girl and shit now. Always worried bout her hair and makeup. She a cheerleader down at Jackson State, making good grades, damn near running that school. I be working hard to keep them lil niggas from sniffing up behind her. Yall know that’s my baby man.”

Stack found himself intrigued hearing that Punkin was no longer a tomboy. Hell he halfway thought the girl was gone be a stud when she grew up so hearing she did a complete 180 shocked him.

“Damn, I gotta see her,” he said as he looked into the rear view mirror to see Smoke sitting in the backseat with the same look.

About an hour later the boys had gotten settled at Dukes and changed clothes to head to the party. As they pulled up they noticed how big the crowd was.

“Man it look like the whole Jackson at this bitch. Is that Antoine bitch ass? He owe me some money,” Stack said as rubbed his hands together with a grin. He already knew people were gone be all up in they grill with them being back home after so long.

Smoke snorted from the backseat probably thinking the same thing. Duke pulled into the back parking lot and immediately hopped out his truck after spotting Punkin in the crowd.

“PUNKIN! COME HERE,” he yelled with his hands cupped around his mouth as if he needed anymore help with elevating his usually loud mouth.

Minutes later as they exited the truck they saw her and the wind was almost knocked from Stacks chest. Matter of fact his jaw almost hit the ground. This definitely wasn’t the Punkin they left down here 7 years ago. This was a grown ass woman with a body that would make a nigga pull out his wallet and hand it over if she so much as blinked at him.

He immediately peeped his brother out of the corner of his eye and though his face was calm Stack could see the surprise swirling in his eyes. Duke's description could have never prepared him for what was in front of him.

He was so stuck on stupid he didn’t realize Duke had told her they were there until her eyes shifted over to him and he saw her pause for a moment.

His face split into a smile seeing she was just as surprised by them as they were by her but the surprise on her face didn’t last long. Soon it was replaced by anger as she turned to her cousin asking if they were her surprise. After Duke confirmed she barely gave them a second glance before announcing she owed somebody a dance and marching off with a girl Stack hadn’t even realized was standing there.

“Mmcht, man she gone be aight. She just a lil mad right now cause I couldn’t tell her where yall was. Give it a couple days. She gone be fine,” Duke spoke but Stack knew that lil firecracker and the grudges she could hold.

Him and Smoke were gone have to grovel to get back into her good graces. While he never begged for a damn thing he was more than prepared to beg for her forgiveness.

Note: Okay the time has finally come and I finally stepped out of my comfort zone. After I watched Sinners I fell in love with the twins and seeing that the movie was set in my home state I just had to get in on the fun. I will try to update every Friday/Saturday. I hope you all enjoy this first part and let me know what you think! Bye guyssss

[frequentlykit]

Helping Hand Pt3 - Bang Chan

Bang Chan x fem!reader

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

WC: 1.8k

Summary: Chris is torn about seeing Y/N again and looks to his members for help.

A/N: i'm sorry this has taken so long and please don't kill me for breaking this up but i wanted to get something out for you, i promise to update again soon

- kit <3

Part 1 Part 2

Though you hadn’t seen Chris since that night in the hotel, you had been texting with him pretty frequently. And more often than not it was him who texted first. Asking about your day, if you’d eaten, what your plans were or apologizing for not having time to hang out.

Your phone was almost knocked out of your hands as you slammed into someone else, also looking down at their phone, “Oh my god I’m so sorry I-”

“No, no, I’m sorry, my fault.” That voice… you knew that voice.

No way. No FREAKING way. This was not happening to you again. But sure enough, as you looked up, you locked eyes with Hyunjin.

“Jesus christ, you guys are everywhere. What is this?”

“Huh?” Hyunjin looked at you with his big brown eyes, confused.

“Uh, nothing, sorry. How are you, Hyunjin?”

He squints at you, “...good? Do I know you?”

You shake your head, “No… I’ve seen you though, I mean, not in a creepy way! I’m a fan.”

“Oh! You’re Stay?” He says with a small smile.

You nod.

“Well nice to meet you.” He smiles.

You laugh, shaking your head, “You too.”

“What?” He asks, again making that adorable confused face, like he’d been left out of a joke.

“Nothing, nothing.” You wave him off. “Where are you heading, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Convenience store, we’re out of my favorite ramyeon.”

“I am also heading that way,” You smile, quickly adding, “I swear I’m not just saying that to follow you around–”

Hyunjin laughs, “I believe you.”

CHRIS' POV

I never thought I could be friends with a fan, I always thought it would be too complicated. But I now realize that while I don’t think I could be friends with a fan, I could 100% have a friend who happened to be a fan. 

Or maybe more than a friend. 

I couldn’t stop thinking about her. About the way she looked at me. About that kiss.

I hadn’t mentioned her to the kids, I didn't want to try and explain myself. Though I did debate thanking Hyunjin for telling me about that dumb spa. Which, while very nice, I spent most of my time there thinking about her. Then that phone call.

I could tell right away that something was wrong. Though I thought it might have been a wrong number, I was glad I trusted my gut.

Y/N hadn’t answered my message so I set down my phone on the desk. I was sitting in the studio with Jisung and Changbin, staring off into space as the two of them debated which of two beats they wanted to use for the song Jisung wrote.

“Hyung? Hey Hyung!”

I blink, turning my attention to Jisung who was waving dramatically in front of my face.

“What?” I shove his hand away.

“What is going on with you lately?”

“Nothing is going on.” I say, less than convincingly.

“Come on, Hyung.” Changbin chimes in, “You’ve been spacy since the break.”

“I have not!” 

“Hyuuuung!” Jisung whines, shaking my shoulders.

“Stop! Nothing is going on, I swear!” I say, standing up and stepping away from the pair of them.

“Is it a girl?” Changbin said, obviously teasing.

I tried not to make a face, tried to scoff and act like that was ridiculous, but based on the face that Changbin made, I didn’t do a very good job.

“Oh my god, I was kidding, is it a girl!?”

“No…”

“God, you’re a worse liar than Felix.” Jisung grins, “So who is it?”

“No one!”

“Is it Jihyo-noona? You’ve been spending more time with her lately.”

While that was true, I had gotten lunch with Jihyo three times in the past two weeks, it wasn't for the reason Jisung was thinking. She had been kind enough (pitied me enough) to let me pick her brain about dating as an idol, especially a fan, as well as how I should go about things with Y/N. I'd even text BamBam who was, while insightful, unhelpful.

“No, god, no. Who are you? Dispatch? You know we aren’t like that.”

“Who is it then!?” Jisung insists.

“No one… no one you know…”

“Oh so it’s someone you met?” Changbin grins.

“Okay, this is ridiculous. Can’t I keep my private life private?”

“It’s like he doesn’t know us.” Jisung looks at Changbin who nods.

“See, you can tell us and we won’t tell the others. Or you can try to keep your stupid little secret and we’ll get the others to pester you about it too.”

“Are you threatening me?” I squint at the pair.

“No,” Changbin grins, “I’m just telling you how it is.”

“Wow, Minho is rubbing off on you.” I shake my head.

“Hyung!” Jisung whines again.

“Okay, okay, fine. I met… a girl, while I was in Japan.”

“At the spa?” Changbin asks.

I shake my head, “On the plane ride over.”

“Were you sitting next to her? How did it start? What does she look like? Is she cute? Does she-”

Changbin covers Jisungs mouth, “How did it happen?”

“She… caught my attention and then offered me an empty seat next to her when the people I was sitting next to were falling asleep on me. We got to talking and it was nice to just be and talk to someone without expectations. I… I gave her my number when the plane landed and then I left.”

“That’s it, that’s the interaction that had you all wrapped up.”

“Well no…”

“Spill! I’m glued to my seat!” Jisung grins.

I sigh, “She called me two days later and asked for help when some drunk guys were creeping on her, I picked her up and took her back to her hotel. We talked for hours, I've never been so relaxed with someone outside the group, and then… I kissed her.”

“Hyung!”

“Don’t even start!” I point at them, “You would’ve too if she looked at you like that.”

“So what now?” Jisung asks.

“I’ve been texting with her and it’s good, I’ve wanted to meet up but we’ve been so busy and honestly… I’m a little scared.”

“Does she live here?” Changbin asks.

I nod, “She was on a work trip in Japan, she lives in Seoul.”

“So plan a date with her! You’ve had time to see Jihyo, you can make time for her.”

“What were you doing with Jihyo-noona?” Jisung asks, suddenly suspicious.

“Asking her how to go about seeing Y/N…” I mutter, looking down.

“Oh my god, you’re adorable.” Jisung grins. “I’ll bet you called BamBam too.”

“Shut up!”

“Hyung,” Changbin steals my attention, “Ask the girl out, I promise it’s not as complicated as you’re making it.”

“Where do I take her though?” I groan, sitting back down on the couch.

“What did Noona say?” Jisung asks.

“The basic stuff, park, restaurant, cafe, but honestly I’m more worried about getting photographed. I don’t want her to have to deal with that but if I pick somewhere too secluded she might be freaked out or uncomfortable and I don’t want to come across that way andsinceshe’safanthere’sthatpowerimbalanceandIalreadyfeelweirdaboutkissingherwhenIdideventhoughshesaidshewanteditbutIdon’t-”

“Chan!” Changbin calls, interrupting my word vomit. “Calm down.”

“Did you say she was a fan?” Jisung asks, ever observant.

“...yes.” I mumble.

YOUR POV

“Do you frequent this convenience store?” You ask as you and Hyunjin peruse the aisles.

“Not really,” he shrugs, taking a few bags of ramen from the shelf and putting them in his basket, “But Felix and I were hanging out nearby and I wanted to pick these up before we left.”

“Felix didn't want to join you?” You ask, grabbing some candy.

“He said he didn't want to walk all that way.”

“How far did you walk?” You ask, chuckling softly.

“Eh, a couple blocks.” He walks over to the counter and sets down his basket. “Here,” he reaches his hand out for the candy in yours.

“Oh, Hyunjin, you don't have to do that.” You say, shaking your head.

He slips the candy from your hands, “I want to. You've been so nice to talk to.”

“Well thank you,” you smile.

Your phone suddenly buzzes in your pocket and you remember that you'd been texting Chris.

“Who are you texting? Your boyfriend?” Hyunjin teases, leaning his head over your shoulder.

“Uh…” You don't really know how to respond, or if he'd even believe you if you told him the truth.

“You don't have to answer, I'm just being nosy.” He smiles, handing back the candy you'd picked out.

CHRIS' POV

“Huh.” I chuckle as the texts from Y/N come through.

“What now?” Changbin asks.

“It's Y/N.” I answer.

“Ooo, what'd she say!” Jisung grabs my arm and leans over my shoulder to take a peek at my phone.

I shake him off, “She ran into Hyunjin.”

“For real?” Changbin laughs.

“How'd that happen?” Jisung asks.

“Don’t know yet, but apparently he bought her candy.” I shrug.

Changbin and Jisung looked at me for a moment and they were so quiet that I looked between the pair of them, “...what?”

“You’re jealous.” Jisung grins.

“What!?”

“You are!” Changbin adds, “Your shoulders got all tight when you said that.”

“I am not. Why would I be jealous?”

“Because he’s with her and you’re not.” Jisung pokes my side.

“Jisung, I swear to god-”

“Call him.” Changbin interrupts.

“Call who?” Jisung and I say together.

“Hyunjin.”

YOUR POV

“Uh, yeah, no, umm,” You aren’t sure how to start, making yourself busy by putting the candy in your bag. “Remember when I said ‘You guys are everywhere?’”

Hyunjin nods as the pair of you walk out of the convenience store.

“Well I said that because I met another member a few weeks ago.”

“Really?” Hyunjin laughs.

“Yeah, I-”

You’re cut off as Hyunjin’s phone starts to ring, he pulls it out and laughs again, “Speaking of other members.”

He answers, “Hey Channie-hyung… I’m just about to head back with Lix… uh…” He glances at you, covering the speaker of his phone, “I never caught your name.”

“Y/N.” You smile.

He nods, going back to the phone, “Yes I am… how in the world did you know that?”

“Hi Chris!” You call.

Hyunjin pulls the phone away from his ear and puts it on speaker phone.

“Hi sweetheart.” His voice rings through the phone. “I figured this would be an easy way to ask, do you want to join the kids and I tonight? For hot pot?”

“Oh…” You say, shocked at the invitation.

“No pressure,” Chris is quick to add, “It was Changbin’s idea.”

You laugh, “I’m flattered.”

“You should!” Hyunjin said, looking excited.

“Okay.” You shrug with a smile, “Let’s do it.”

“Great! You can come back with Hyunjin and Felix if you want, unless you want to change or something since you just got off work.”

“I’d rather go home and shower but I can meet you guys at the restaurant.”

“That works for us, I’ll text it to you.” Chris responds.

“Can’t wait.”

Hyunjin ends the phone call, “Well, small world.”

You nod, “You have no idea.”

“Well I guess I will see you tonight.”

“See you then.”

He waves before crossing the street and walking around the corner. Just then a text from Chris came through.

A/N: i swear i will post again soon, let me know if you want to be added to the taglist. thanks for reading and don't forget to like and reblog (god i feel like a youtuber lol)

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[camsthisky]

Public displays of affection + batfam?

“—promised they’ll have the reports finished by Monday morning,” Bruce finishes saying to the shareholders sitting around the table just as the door slams open.

Bruce turns towards the door, eyebrows furrowed and lips thinned in disapproval, ready to reprimand his security guard for letting someone into an important meeting. Except—Bruce sees nothing but a blur of dark hair as he’s rammed into by another person, arms wrapping around his middle and holding tightly to the back of his suit jacket.

It’s lucky that Bruce had been standing up to present, otherwise he’s sure he and his chair would be on the floor.

It takes Bruce longer than he’d like to admit to realize that it’s his oldest holding onto Bruce like the world’s ending. Dick is shaking, his face buried into Bruce’s collar, and it’s so uncharacteristic that Bruce can’t help the alarm bells ringing in his head. His own arms finally move to surround his son while he looks over Dick’s shoulder to the security guard, Rosa, leaning against the door jamb. Her eyebrows are furrowed and there’s a pinched look on her face, that says more than anything.

Bruce’s security team did always have a soft spot for Dick especially. It came with how young Dick was when he came into Bruce’s life.

“Uh, Mr. Wayne?” one of the shareholders coughs awkwardly. They’re relatively new, considering Bruce’s kids always seem to be lurking and most of the shareholders have gotten used to being interrupted at least once a month.

Lucius stands up and clears his throat. “Seems like a family emergency. We’ll reconvene tomorrow morning to finish this discussion.”

Bruce nods, tugging Dick towards the door. “Thanks, Lucius.”

It’s only once they’re in the elevator, security guard following along behind, that Bruce asks her, “What happened?”

Dick says nothing. Bruce expected it, considering Dick has yet to let go, even to walk.

Rosa’s pinched look is still there. She says, “I don’t know all of the details. Sorry, Mr. Wayne.”

“Did something happen in the building?”

Rosa shakes her head. “Not that I’m aware of. I was in the lobby. Dick ran in and headed to the stairs. Didn’t even stop to say hello to me or Maria.”

“He took the stairs up to the conference room?” Bruce blanches.

Rosa snorts and gives Bruce an annoyed look. He’s glad she’s comfortable enough for that. She’s been on his security team since before he even took over the company full time.

“You know I wouldn’t let him run like twenty flights of stairs. I dragged him over to the elevator and took him up to the shareholder meeting.”

They step out of the elevator on the top floor, Bruce’s office just a few steps away. Bruce’s secretary starts when she sees them, jumping to her feet.

“Is everything okay?” she asks, voice pitching nervously.

“Can you cancel my last meeting for today? Reschedule for tomorrow or the day after,” Bruce says.

“Of course,” his secretary says.

She hesitates, looking between the three of them. She’s relatively new, only hired about two years ago. She hasn’t had much interaction with Dick in general, but Bruce is sure she’s heard stories.

“I’ll take him into my office,” Bruce says, stopping her from trying to pry any further.

The security guard sighs. “I should get back downstairs. Keep me updated, Mr. Wayne.”

Bruce nods, leading his son into his office and shutting the door.

“Dick?”

Dick shakes his head.

Bruce sighs. “C’mon, chum. Why don’t we settle on the couch?”

Dick says nothing, so Bruce takes initiative and sits down on the couch near the floor to ceiling windows, guiding Dick down to sit next to him. Dick shifts so he’s curled up into Bruce’s side.

Bruce doesn’t know where to go from here. Beside the rough patch when Bruce first took Dick in at eight, Dick had spent his childhood at the manor telling Bruce things. Even when the two of them argued, Dick didn’t really shut him out until he’d left Robin behind.

Bruce isn’t good with emotions in general, and despite being able to follow a criminal’s thought pattern and behavior, it always seems to be the people he’s closest to that Bruce has trouble understanding.

The change from Robin to Nightwing had changed Dick and Bruce’s dynamic immensely. Dick, no longer a kid, tended to go to his friends first. Bruce’s interactions with Dick were much more volatile. Tim stepping up as Robin had changed things again, back to something more positive, but Dick had never been as open as he’d been as a kid.

There were occasions, like now, where Dick’s flighty-nature got the best of him, and Bruce always felt so unprepared to have his son come to him when running away from something else. None of his other children tended to go to Bruce for comfort. Maybe it’s because they’d come into his life at an older age than Dick had.

Regardless, it hurt to see his son in such distress no matter the situation. He never knew how to fix it.

“Tell me how to help,” Bruce pleads.

Dick shakes his head again. He speaks for the first time since he’d glomped onto Bruce in the conference room. “I just need a hug.”

An obvious lie. It’s worse than just needing a hug, but Bruce can learn from his missteps with Dick. Questioning things further would just cause Dick to shut down and most likely retreat.

“Okay,” Bruce says, blowing out a breath, tugging Dick tighter into his side, wishing Dick was eight again, small enough to tuck under his bulletproof cape to protect him. He runs a hand through his son’s hair, and Dick’s shoulders shake.

“I’m sorry,” Dick says meekly. “Sorry.”

“You’re alright, chum,” Bruce promises. “I’m right here.”

“I know.”

[faeireinthehumanworld]

My Thoughts on Thunderbolts* (in no particular order)

Went and saw it tonight and I gotta say, I’m pretty impressed. Even though dear god I need to get caught back up on the MCU because I did not remember who half these people were.

I adore the opening with Yelena. It’s honestly relatable, and also really funny.

this whole movie is just a giant extended metaphor for depression isn’t it

I spent a good third of this movie staring at Yelena’s hair. I adore it. I adore her.

Where was Kate while this was going on???? She lives in New York!

They made Bucky a congressman?!? 😂

Get him out of there, he looks so miserable.

Bob is so cute. I want to protect him and judging by this he needs it.

obviously I need to go back and catch up bc who tf is Valentina

I didn’t like John Walker when he first appeared but honestly I’m starting to get there. He’s got potential, and I can see him growing into the place Steve left.

the Sentry is a dumb superhero name, I’m sorry

I’m starting to get won over by Alexei, too. Didn’t like him in Black Widow but he’s starting to become someone I can respect.

goddam I miss the Avengers

I’m glad they got the building back

This movie did make me cry, I will say.

I think if I remembered more about Ghost I’d have more to say about her.

That sequence where Bucky destroys three tanks in like three minutes is so badass. I was vibrating in my seat. They did him justice, I think. That’s probably my favorite scene in the movie.

The shadow thing is the most terrifying thing I think the MCU has ever come up with. Like jesus. A) the design of the Shadow itself is so far beyond terrifying, with the pitch black and the white eyes and the occasional flashes of teeth. That’s nightmare fuel. But also B) the way people just… disappear into shadows? That disturbs me on a visceral level that I can’t quite comprehend. It reminds me of the stories of how after a nuclear bomb, there are shadows of people left behind.

The entire theme of the movie is so genius. I can’t even really analyze it fully but the thought that yes, we’re all going to have bad days, but that on those days we just have to remember we’re not alone? That is such an insane and important message, and I didn’t expect it from a superhero movie but dear lord is it welcome.

something something people rise to become heroes in the most unexpected ways and something about the scene where they were working together to rescue civilians

When Alexei threw Yelena to give her a boost so she could rescue that mother reminded me so much of Steve launching Natasha during the Battle of New York.

i miss the Avengers so much, but at the same time I love this story.

on a lighter note, no joke in the entirety of the MCu will ever top Bucky pulling his arm out of the dishwasher. Ever.

Final thoughts: I loved it. It’s fantastic, go see it.

A post-credits note: IS CAPTAIN MARVEL COMING BACK?!?!?!?!

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

s7 episode 21 “je souhaite” thoughts

welcome back to M2LS for the newest episode liveblog!

i have to say, this feels monumental. we are almost at the end of s7. i know a lot of people enjoy this episode, and i’m in the mood for something light and airy before we descend into the s8 angst. 

yes, you must recall that i googled this show and read the wikipedia page a year ago before i started watching it, so i know some things. but to be honest, i’m kind of sickly excited for the s8 angst😈there are some particular tropes at play that i’m looking forward to investigating.

but! we have to get there first. and i plan on getting all of my s7 stuff around before watching the finale for cliffhanger reasons. and also, my posting will probably get way less regular very shortly… but it was a brilliant year of 2 or 3 posts a week that we shared. 

anyway. let us get comfy and cozy and started!

reading the description… a man without a mouth…? a corpse without a head? a genie?? what will mulder wish for!! and why the french title… lmao. let us see

(post-episode thoughts: peace and love. and also may i SPECIFICALLY note goodwill toward men!!!!)

we open in missouri. someone is looking for anson, who is reading a magazine filled with pictures of boats. i support him chilling in a storage unit and looking at boats instead of working. 

he hasn’t cleared out 407! oh. don’t tell him he won’t amount to anything! “a monkey could do this job, right, jay?” “well, you can’t, so what’s that say about you?” <- OOP! jay commands him to go clean out 407 THIS INSTANT!

he cracks the lock on the storage unit, which is filled with old furniture covered in plastic. and many cobwebs. and a rug. with something in it! it jumps! then unrolls it as spooky music plays…. OH! a woman? with a gem under her eye! was chilling in the rug!

she opens her eyes…. and he seems to have vanished! jay comes back to the carpet rolled out. but then jay starts to grunt. HE LOST HIS MOUTH? well. that must be the guy without a mouth part of the episode explained.

how will bro eat or drink!!!

intro time… literally GET spooky with it. i love the scene of baby agents with the guns. very short intro. we must have an action-packed episode.

mulder is at the desk, asking someone- who i presume to be jay- if he can get him some coffee, or water, or anything. he shakes his head no. probably because he has no mouth. and mulder goes over more paperwork, bouncing his pen around. i do love that man.

OHHH SCULLY… she opens the door, says good morning, and then makes a very funny face at mulder when she realizes there is someone else in their space. AWWWW. my princess :(

LMAOOOO her pointing and mouthing “who is that?” I LOVE HERRRR!

LMAOOOOO, THE WAY SHE GASPS WHEN SHE SEES HIS FACE AND THEN CATCHES HERSELF WITH A “NICE TO MEET YOU” <- THAT IS MY QUEEN!!! she wants to be POLITE!!!

it seems jay cannot say certain words. mulder shows scully the pictures of his mouthlessness, while jay says that anson did this to him. so i guess they cut him a new mouth somehow. which is good, all things considered! glad he found a doctor who could do that.

so anson told jay to shut up and then… jay had no mouth. yeah. anson was found several days later, but refused questioning. mulder points out they had nothing on anson- but politely!

“they had to make me a whole new mouth”, replies jay, and that would also make me so mad, so i sympathize

poor guy is mopping up his new mouth blood…

the agents head to mark twain trailer court in missouri, which must have been a long drive slash flight.

scully is telling mulder about the effects of a disease known as scleroderma, which is the overproduction of collagen, and i love her so dearly. there is so much tenderness in my heart for her. but mulder is like… that doesn’t just happen in a blink of an eye! mulder shoulder grab….

she’s still coming up with various medical reasons for a vanished mouth. and i see this episode was written and directed by our friend vince. tbh, i can’t really remember if he has a certain style of episode. i’ll probably figure it out along the way. 

(so. i see he's a little shippy at moments)

LMAO, SCULLY GRABS HIM AS THEY SEE THE GIANT BOAT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE TRAILER PARK… this show is so funnyyyyy sometimes.

anson sees them approach, saying they must be from the IRS, and warns someone named leslie to get rid of them. scully says hi :) and leslie starts to stutter that the boat is not theirs! they’re… holding it for someone else. “and they pay the taxes on it” “oookay” <- AWWWW. i love her reactions when people are being weird.

leslie tries to shut the door in their faces, but mulder does not allow this. oh, leslie is anson’s brother. mulder sees someone in the back… and says hello. she looks goth.

leslie says jay’s mouth thing comes from chemicals. like, one time, his brother found a guy with a meth lab in the storage unit, so, they should check that out. LMAO.

mulder declares he knows what is going on here… then they investigate the storage unit of mystery. he finds a calendar from 1978, and scully says it’s too bad, this furniture is really wonderful. (my heart skipped a few beats at her admiration of it all)

it’s expensive- very expensive. tell us more about your fancy furniture knowledge, queen. maybe anson stole something from in here and then dipped. and then used the money to buy a boat… “there’s your crime: theft”

my heart is just overcome with love for these two. idk what is wrong with me on this fine evening. maybe nothing is wrong with me and everything is supremely right. 

mulder finds a picture in a frame and calls her over. it’s a picture of a guy with three women surrounding him- one of which was the goth lady from the trailer! chilling in a fancy car. queen. and she hasn’t aged at all, despite the photo being very old. 

anson says that he has two down, nothing to show for it. “you got the boat” points out leslie. which anson declares has done him no good! goth lady says it’s like a white elephant. “so what the hell did you give it to me for?” “because you asked for it” <- ohhhh, clock his tea!!! he argues that he shouldn’t have had to specify the boat should have gone in some water!

this genie queen…. 

OH. leslie says maybe he could use the last wish to get rid of the boat, and anson threatens to put him in a home. now, i can support slacking off at work, but i cannot support this sort of language. genie is playing with the TV remote that is in the shape of a woman’s body. classy

“you could always give that guy his mouth back” LMAOOOO 

leslie suggests money. an infinite number of wishes. she kills both of those ideas quick. 

“you know, i have a thought. granted, it’s pretty obvious” (she gestures to leslie’s wheelchair) LMAOOO they don’t pick up on what she is saying at ALLLLLLL 

anson FINALLY says he is absolutely ready: he wishes he could turn invisible at will. use it to sneak around, pick up stock tips, snoop on women. james bond stuff. she tells him it is unoriginal. and then declares that it is done. 

BUT HE DIDN’T SPECIFY THE CLOTHES PART, LMAOOOO. absolute rookie mistake.

so he strips right there. she asks him to please turn invisible. and he does! then he goes for a walk. runs straight into some trash cans. he is on his way. hollering about being invisible. 

goth genie disappears. her work is done. anson runs around, invisibly kicking and pushing stuff. sees some women across the street. presses the crosswalk to approach them in a creepy man fashion. but the cars can’t see him!!! and he gets hit by a tractor trailer!!! 

well. instant justice for objectifying those women.

an undisclosed amount of time later, a biker trips over his rotting invisible corpse.

scully is here. an empty stretcher is pulled into her lab. and the assistants ask if they can leave. an autopsy on an invisible guy! that has to be new for her.

she traces his figure. looking for that glowy powder. gently taps it on….. she looks so excited. LMAOOO, LOOK AT HER HAVING FUN WITH IT. girl is gonna need soooo much of that stuff. she makes out a face!!!

eventually, she has made the whole guy yellow. and mulder comes by to antagonize her. the body has a perfect match to anson’s dental records- scully thinks he must have been hit by a car or truck. “and he’s invisible” “yes, he is” <- she seems soooo excited. i’m happy for her.

OHHH, she says it is the best thing she has seen in their 7 years working together. it will change the boundaries of science! she is covered in yellow powder, and he looks at her like she’s the whole world, which she is.

mulder says it is amazing, but he doesn’t think it has anything to do with science. sad scully face. he looked up that guy from the photograph they found back in the storage unit- turns out he made $30 million in a year. and then died of… hold on, let me google something. she is sooo taken aback by whatever it is he says.

ah. death by extreme boner. LOOK AT HER FACEEEE, she does not wanna think about that, LMAOOOOOO

he thinks the mystery woman is the link between the strange old man and anson's case, and therefore they ought to investigate. but scully wants to stay with the body to make sure no one comes and messes with it- it is truly amazing. and he nods and smiles. she is still covered in yellow. i love her soooo much. 

back at the trailer park, “you suck” has been written on leslie’s boat, while mulder tells him he is very sorry for his loss. leslie wants to know if his brother suffered- mulder says no, but asks about the invisible thing. and then where the woman went. he thinks she is a genie! and then they start singing a song together. good for them, i suppose.

leslie says he doesn’t know what mulder talking about. and mulder says you should hand me the object containing the genie right now- for your own safety. leslie wheels away. grabs a case of something. hands it to mulder. who tells him he is doing the right thing. did he really give him it?? i don’t buy it…

scully is taking a million pictures of invisible man while leslie goes back to the storage unit to see if the genie has returned…

OHH, scully doesn’t want to leave the dead guy. “come on, he’s not going anywhere” <- OHHH HER PAINED EXPRESSION… I LOVE HERRR. and she says “bye” to the body before leaving, then tells mulder so excitedly that a group of researchers will be flying in from harvard to inspect him!!

she investigates the little box leslie gave him… which mulder says is what the brothers keep their weed in. LMAO, HER FACE AGAIN- THIS WOMAN IS KILLLLLING ME.

why do i feel the body is going to go missing….

OH! mulder pulls up a video of mussolini which has the genie woman next to him, LMAOOOO. i did not see that coming. he ran her image through the facial recognition database and then the national archives. AWW. he is so clever. 

and then she’s with nixon!!! “both men who got all the power they ever wished for and then lost it” <- ohhh…. very interesting. maybe the act of wishing is doomed in itself… or maybe their wishes were stupid, and mulder can come up with the perfect ones.

back at the storage unit, leslie has found the genie!!! “can we just get this over with, please? three wishes. go” <- LMAOOO I LOVE HER. so she must live in the rug and he brought the rug back to the boat.

she gestures to leslie and says “your disability” …. LMAOOOOOO, HE SAYS HE COULD WISH FOR A SOLID GOLD WHEELCHAIR- BAHAHA, KING!!!

but there is something he wants more than a solid gold wheelchair. is he going to wish for his brother back? what will happen to the body if he does??

scully presents the body to the team of researchers…. but there’s nothing there. NOOOOOO, POOR THING. she’s reaching for him and coming up with nothing.

anson is a zombie!! leslie is not pleased. he did not ask to bring him back to normal- just back. another technicality oversight.

so leslie wishes zombie anson could talk- even though genie says no, you don’t- he insists. and zombie anson just opens his mouth and SCREAMS.

OH, POOR SCULLY SAYS SHE SHOULD SHOOT HERSELF AS MULDER INVESTIGATES WHERE THE BODY WAS…. NOOOO QUEEN, NEVER KILL YOURSELF!!! she was so happy. she thinks it was too good to be true. in her sweet green sweater. mulder says he thinks the disappearance was the result of a wish. who would want anson back? 

cut back to the boat with leslie, where anson is STILL SCREAMING, LMAOOO. he asks leslie what he did to him. leslie wheels away, muttering he wasted two wishes on him. anson turns on the stove…. he tries to light a match as leslie plans his third wish. 

the agents return to the boat as anson tries to light a match. leslie decides on his final wish: LEGS!!! but anson lights the match and blows the whole place up just as he makes his choice! the agents are nearly blown away!!! SCULLY BLOWING HER HAIR OUT OF HER FACE AS SHE IS SPRAWLED ON THE PAVEMENT, LMAOOO

and the rug THUDS behind them. 

THEY FIND THE GENIE!!!! he asks to call her jen. scully wants an explanation!!! mulder wants to know if she is a good or evil genie! “the only thing you people are cursed with is stupidity” <- get their asses. people have not changed a bit, she says. but they smell better now. 

“you’re saying that you have been a firsthand witness to 500 years of human history” <- oh scully, you big nerd, i would ask the same question.

she says she used to be human in 15th century france. she unrolled a rug. found a genie. asked for a mule, a sack that was always full or turnips (amazing!), and then…. great power and a long life. but in french, of course. hence the title of the episode. she says she should have been more specific. 

she wants to know if she’s under arrest, and scully is like… well, can’t think of anything you did, so feel free to go. but she can’t! mulder has to make his wishes! bro begins to contemplate. 

will his overthinking prove worthwhile?

back in his apartment, the genie says she doesn’t think scully likes her very much, LMAO. “oh, i don’t think she knows what to make of you” <- a very measured response. and he doesn’t know what to make of her either!

he tries to ask what her wish would be… she wants to live life moment-by-moment instead of worrying about what it isn’t. she’d drink coffee and watch the world go by. 

“you say that most people make the wrong wishes, right?” “without fail. it’s like giving a chimpanzee a revolver” LMAOO

he thinks the trick would be to make a wish that benefits everyone. 

he asks for peace on earth. she groans. “what the hell’s wrong with that? you can’t do it?” and then it’s done. he looks out the window….. everyone is gone!!!! NOOOOOOOO. he asks for scully, LMAOOO. aww, he goes back to their office…. calls out for anyone…. looks for skinner…… calls the genie back. “you know damn well that is not what i meant” 

LMAOOOO, SHE IS BULLYING HIMMM

AND HE WISHES TO UNDO THE WISH AND STARTS YELLING AT HER… BUT HE IS IN SKINNER’S OFFICE AND HIM AND A TON OF OTHER PEOPLE REAPPEAR IN A MEETING WHILE HE IS TEARING INTO HER

“i think there another possibility here, and that’s just that you’re a BITCH” <- LMAOOOO

NOOOOOOO, SKINNER HEARS ALL THIS!!!

so mulder is typing up his final wish on the computer so he can get it PERFECT using super legal language that CANNOT be misinterpreted.

in comes scully, saying skinner called to check on him- is everything alright? “you don’t remember disappearing off the face of the earth for about an hour this morning?” “no” “well, i guess everything’s okay”

i predict that he is going to wish for this genie to be free so no one else can make these sorts of mistakes… and also because he is a nice guy deep down

LMAOOOOO, THE WAY SHE TURNS AND ASKS THE GENIE IF SHE COULD GIVE THEM A MINUTE PLEASE, BAHAHAAAA. the genie doesn’t go anywhere. “like today?” and then she is gone. 

love when scully gets so mad her carefully curated facade of politeness cracks- it always makes me giggle… tell that genie to GTFO so you and the bestie can have a chat, dr. scully. i support you!

if this REALLY is a genie- what he is doing is very dangerous! he thinks he can make a perfect wish and fix the world. “maybe it’s the whole point of our lives here, mulder- to achieve that. maybe it’s a process that one man shouldn’t try and circumvent with a single wish” <- ohhh, scully and her wisdom… and mulder and his puppy dog eyes…. she goes to leave. he keeps typing. then he says he is ready for his last wish.

AWWW, I PAUSED TO SEE THE THING HE WAS TYPING BEFORE HE TURNED IT OFF. it reads, in part: “i hereby do lay out my wish with consideration of every loophole possible” <- awwww, he was trying so hard!!! he wants to save the world!

back at his place, he puts in a movie with scully, teasing her about not wanting butter on her popcorn. they’re watching caddyshack. “it’s a classic american movie” “that’s what every guy says. it’s a guy movie” “okay, when you invite me over to your place, we can watch steel magnolias” LMAOOOO. they crack open some beers (possibly some other generic sort of soda or bottled beverage, but it LOOKS like a damn beer. only making note of this because i know what happens in the next episode). she laughs as he tries to toss his cap into the trash and misses.

ohhhhh, so they must not do regular movie nights… it seems like that anyway, based off of how she asks what the occasion is. well, don’t worry. movie nights are still gonna happen in fanfiction, even if they don’t talk about anything deep.

seems like he is willing to do at least a LITTLE deep talking tonight, though: “i don’t know if you noticed, but i never made the world a happier place” “well, i’m fairly happy. that’s something” <- OHHHHHH MY GOD. i’m gonna fall to my knees. and they smile at each other. she asks about his final wish. 

and we see that the genie is…. watching life go by in a cafe!! drinking a coffee!!

OHHH MY GOD.

immediately rewinds. 

i need to google what caddyshack is. it is a comedy about golf. writing that down to inform his taste on other matters. OHHHH, and his “i don’t know. just felt like the thing to do” when she asks why a movie night… STOP.

i kept thinking they were going to kiss again, but they didn’t. THEIR SMILES AT EACH OTHER…….

stop. mulder choosing to wish for something that would help the genie….. because he knew he couldn’t fix everything on his own… and he realized this only because scully pointed it out to him... an actual moment where he recognizes his well-meaning hubris... and the genie’s smile as she gets to live her dream… he is just a nice guy…

rewatches the scene AGAIN. her laughter when he misses the trashcan. and her nervous tapping fingers on the bottle. the fish tank in the background. and her smile when she says “that’s something” and he’s looking at herrrrr and AUGH.

and the way they get to have this rare moment of peace after so much pain…. oh my GOD, i need to lay down.

and knowing what i know happens next…. well. like i said, maybe it’s root beer and not real beer. maybe there’s a time skip of a few significant weeks or months between this episode and the next. the designs on the bottles are vague!!

RAHHHH i need to explode a little, please give me five minutes. 

(watches it again) the way she looks at him when she asks what his final wish was, AHHHH

oh my god. so yeah, this one lived up to the hype, LMAO.

a balm for my soul before we plunge into the dark times. which, like i said, i am kinda sickly excited for anyway. they said we need to pile on the silly ones NOW before things get crazy. 

i have a bunch of question as to how this next arc is going to pan out given that i know like, the very basics. but i shall try my best to be incredibly patient and wait for the answers even if they are retconned into existence a decade later, which i think is what happened. that’s the sort of stuff i bring to the table: patience (<- said by someone who is lying)

shoutout to the genie- she may have been a bitch, but she was THAT bitch. like, she took down mussolini AND nixon… that’s getting the job done!!!

ahhh…. so refreshing to feel their happiness in canon. it just bathes over you. like a balm of some sort. i can’t imagine how people see this as not worthy of exploration. you need these moments to breathe to give the audience rest in between a million episodes of saving the world. because at a certain point, saving the world isn't enough of a reason to justify the story you’re telling. you have to show us why the world deserves to be saved: because it has moments of real and genuine connection and love that make all the suffering worth it.

SIGH.

i’m sure i will have more thoughts tomorrow, but right now i need to go just sit and ponder. listen to the rain. read a book. think about what it means to be alive. 

okay, so it’s been a few days since i watched the episode, and i still have so many thoughts. one of which is that i was so SAD scully didn’t get to share her discovery of an invisible corpse with the whole world 💔 my poor queen… she was SO happy to dab all of that yellow powder on a body. not sure if we have ever seen her more excited. and she was covered in the damn stuff and it was soooo cute.

and mulder… he is just a nice man. sometimes his character writing is inconsistent or sometimes he gets ahab-y, but like at the end of the day, that is a guy who, with his full chest and heart, asked a genie for world peace. baby. baby boy. he may be a grown man, but to me that is also a baby. you understand, of course.

and he was so SMUG when he thought he figured it out lmao “can i call you JEN?” like this man 💀💀 he killlllls me!!!

and then let’s talk about scully just kinda accepting that, sure. maybe we do genies now. idgaf. we can’t arrest her. and also can she PLEASE give us like 5 minutes alone? LMAOOOO, that sent me OVERBOARD “like, today?” <- you TELL HER!!

but of course she had lots of deep and true scully wisdom to impart on him: that making the world a better place takes hard work, and maybe that is why we are here, and we cannot simply wish perfection into existence. which. when you think of the context of their stories and how much they have lost, but they keep trying to make the world a better place, even if it’s a little bit at a time, be it through finding scientific truths or putting dangerous criminals behind bars or making each other smile… SIGH.

an excellent episode. i will cherish it and hold the memories close as i type up my end of s7 favorite moments lists and then dive into the finale and s8. i look forward to meeting some new faces and seeing if i enjoy them and also obtaining a temporary citizenship in angst nation. but also i cannot do TOO much angst (gestures to s4), so we will have to see how i feel about the whole thing. i am approaching with an open mind and heart.

[jazminethecreator]

piwon attending your family reunion (black reader)

keeho

from the moment keeho stepped out the car, he’s already grinning like he’s been coming to the family reunions for years. “it smells good out here.. who’s on the grill?” he calls out, not even waiting for you to introduce him. your uncles, impressed by his boldness, pulls him over for a plate of food.

before you know it, he’s made himself at home. putting a bunch of mac and cheese on his plate and teaching your aunties how to say Korean phrases. your nana’s laughing so hard she wiping her eyes.

you catch him later, mouth full of ribs, debating with your cousins wether beyoncè or janet jackson had the best super bowl performance. keeho motions you across the yard, pulling you to sit on his lap. he presses a kiss to the side of your head before whispering, “thanks for bringing me here.”

you’re glad because he fits in like a puzzle piece. somehow, he’s already invited to thanksgiving.

theo

theo walks up beside you quiet, hands in his pocket. he then pulls out a bouquet of flowers. for your mom. “thank you for having me,” he says gently. your mom is immediately impressed.

he doesn’t say much at first, answering honestly, smiling. your nosy aunts pull you aside whispering, “that boy got that pretty face. real respectful too. don’t mess that up y/n.”

later, as everyone eats and the playlist starts to shift from usher to cameo, someone calls out, “hey, we’re doing the electric slide! don’t act new!” you immediately get up, grabbing theo to dance where everyone else is. you carefully teach him the moves and he catches on quickly, soon becoming a natural. it’s like he’s been doing line dances at family functions all his life.

when you asked how he did that so well later that night, he wraps his arms around you and shrugs, “i watch you do it all the time.”

jiung

ever since you’ve arrived, jiung has been standing next to you quietly. he’s observing, soaking it all in. his eyes land on the love and laughter flowing around your family. “this reminds me of home,” he says quietly. “different culture. same warmth.”

when your uncle hears he’s into music and part of a k-pop band, he drags him into the family open mic session. jiung reluctantly agrees and blows everyone away with a cover of daniel caesar. it leaves everyone quiet for a while, wondering where this boy came from

later, he finds you again and tells you, “babe, i don’t want to leave.” you laugh and reach your hand to caress his face, letting him know he’s stuck with you and your family for the rest of his life.

as the party is slowly dying down, you and jiung stay a bit longer to look at family photos throughout the house.

intak

you told intak to dress chill. he showed up in his best outfit. you can’t lie, he did look fine as hell but that’s not what you told him. “i have to rep you well!” he says, already posing for selfies with your younger cousins.

music bumps from the speakers and someone yells, “yall already know what time it is, dance battles!” intak immediately lifts his head up from the plate of greens he was eating. he removes his flannel, handing it to you before making his way over. what starts as playful turns into a whole performance. he does what he does best and practically wins your family over.

later, he’s at the spades table talking with your great-uncle like he’s being there for years. when you ask how he can navigate everything so easily, he leans in close and says, “because i’m yours. i had to impress my future family.”

soul

you had no idea what to expect from soul. he walked in quietly behind everyone, no expression until someone offered him a plate. “what’s this?” he asks you, putting some food on his fork. “they’re chitlins baby, don’t eat that…” you reply. he stares at them with confusion before turning to the sweet potatoes. then he eats five servings of those.

soon, your little cousins are following him like ducklings. he’s showing them some choreography, using only facial expressions and hand motions. he has the kids running back to the parents, showing them the cool dance they just learned so they can get a sleepover.

midway through the cookout, your aunt catches a video of him dancing to swag surfin’. you watch in shock since you weren’t there to watch it, you were having to change a diaper.

“where’d you find this boy?” your cousin laughs. you don’t even know how to explain but youre glad he’s with you.

jongseob

you warn him that your family is crazy. still, jongseob comes in wearing a nice outfit and shy smile, offering to help set up chairs and pass out waters to the older ladies. “he’s adorable,” your grandma whispers. “he’s nineteen,” you say for the fifth time.

still, your family babies him, pinching his cheeks and calling him “young man” likes he’s twelve. you’re confused because when have they ever treated you like this? you knew you messed up when you told your uncles he could rap. one quick freestyle later, half the family is cheering for him

later, your baby cousins spills soda on herself, you help her clean it up while he distracts her from crying with beatboxing. your dad watches, nods, and gives you the “he’s alright” nod.

and even though everyone keeps teasing him, jongseob just smiles, finding your hand under the table to squeeze it. “thank you for bringing me here y/n, it’s nice.”

a/n: heyy so uhm it’s crazy how i had time to post this and not the smau ���� this is my first time doing this so pls give feedback & fic ideas in my inbox 😛

@jazminethecreator

[vestaclinicpod]

Audio Drama Sunday - 11th May ✨

The sun is SHINING in my city and it’s so good to lay about and listen to my fave shows!! 

🌲 @hellofromthehallowoods (190) Oof this episode was action-packed. I adore Buck and Hope’s little unspoken conversation, it’s so lovely to see how they interact. But the Countess got hurt!! I’m really hoping she can regrow a wing in a lizard fashion … if you catch my drift… And yay, Olivier!!!!! He’s back, babey!! 🌩️ The scene in the chapel was so beautifully written, but my stomach is in knots trying to work out what will happen next. There was the ?prophesy that Nikignik would be the one to usher in the Black Eternity? (Have I imagined this??) Are the other indescribables going to blame this on him? So many of my fave characters are near to this abbey, I want them to be safe!! 

🧳 Travelling Light @monstrousproductions (45) me 🤝The Traveller: melancholy cured simply by seeing a bird. I actually really wanted The Traveller to go to choir practice, but I'm so glad they found some solo peace!

🍎 @notquitedeadpod (XLV) “I’m a thing so terrible that monsters cower from me. And I am sitting at your feet.” Actually just take my heart out of my chest, it would be less painful. God damn, these two. I wonder if Cosette is Inna’s daughter, the petit fleur who will remain so forever?? This season is so good already!! 

🎃 Waiting For October by @monkeymanproductions (7.5) This was suuuuch a good monologue!!! What a good time in the story to get into Yvonne’s head. My heart hurt so much hearing about her parents and how pushing through has been trained into her. 

🔮 @spiritboxradio (1.30-31) Ghost maker . . . hmm. Sam was SO close to remembering something! Also, those kitties definitely know more than they can vocalise… 

🏘️ @shelterwoodpod (8-11) I continued my Shelterwood listen this week! I’m actually a little bit fond of the stroppy toddler house! Somebody get it a snack! (Just maybe not a Nick shaped one!) I’m looking forward to hearing Solomon’s reaction to the Nick footage - things are about to become very serious in the real world!! 

Have a delightful week, everyone! 👋

[reverie-starlight]

kuroo won the poll, so have this draft that’s been sitting in my notes app since November :3

gn!reader, no physical descriptions. fluff fluff fluff. you and kuroo have a dog, I gave her a name.

“tetsu,” you call out from the doorway, dread evident in your tone.

the man in question looks up from his newspaper and sighs. he knows exactly what’s about to happen and the very idea makes his stomach churn.

the air grows thick with silence as he takes in the gravity of the situation. “we have to, tetsu. it’s time.”

he meets your eyes for the first time this morning with a nearly unreadable expression. he’s guarded.

you are too.

“do we… do we really have to?”

this annoys you, just slightly, but you don’t bother picking at it.

so you nod. “yeah, tetsurou,” you cross yours arms. “we have to give her a bath.”

he groans and throws his head against the back of the sofa. when he’s done his temper tantrum, he stands up and stretches his arms above his head, rolls his shoulders and other (unnecessary, in your opinion) preparations for the task ahead. “man, they weren’t kidding when they said parenting was hard.”

you snort and start walking to the bedroom to change. the child in question, of course, is your dog, peach.

your dog who absolutely hates baths with a passion.

she has since she was a puppy, and while you’ve tried to get her used to them, every attempt seems to end with water all over the bathroom floor, screaming and enough sweat to warrant you needing to bathe right after.

and on this fine sunday morning, she happened to run through a muddy puddle when you took her for a walk.

so a bath was unavoidable.

peach, none the wiser, pants happily in the hall just outside your bedroom (with a towel you found in an attempt to wipe her paws that she’s since claimed as her prize). she has no idea what’s about to happen and you almost feel bad, but then you recall how she was moments away from dragging you through the mud with her and the guilt goes away pretty quickly.

once you’re changed, your fiancé whistles. “didn’t think I’d have the pleasure of seeing you in your swimsuit again so soon.”

you roll your eyes. he’s wearing an old tank top and some swim trunks himself, so he’s one to talk. “it’s either a swimsuit or risk getting my clothes soaking wet. I’m trying a new method today.”

he shakes his head in faux disappointment, grabbing the bottle of dog shampoo from one of the cabinets. “swimsuits in november. the things we do for our dog.”

you pat his shoulder and herd peach into the guest bathroom- there’s no way you’re letting her into yours in this state. “c’mon girl, c’mere! hey tetsu,” you call.

“yeah?”

“can you bring the treats with you?”

he pokes his head in the doorway and holds up a bag. “already got ‘em.”

you take a deep breath in when he shuts the door behind him and sets the stuff down. you act as casual as possible as you take her collar off and try to calm her.

you cup her furry face and shush her gently when she whines, clearly staring to realize what’s happening. “alright princess peach, you’re going to be good, right? you got all messy, we’re just gonna clean you up!”

you nod at kuroo, who’s already standing in the shower, and he picks her up with ease, placing her in the tub with him.

she is not happy with this and immediately tries to claw her way out until you feed her a treat and she settles down slightly. it breaks your heart to put her in distress, but this is a non negotiable task.

so you start the water and let chaos reign.

fifteen minutes later, she’s finally calm and prancing around the bathroom, avoiding the towel and treating it like a game.

you and kuroo are both soaked, as expected, and you’re so glad you prepared for it.

you dry her off as much as she’ll allow and let her out, towel in her mouth, to go lay down in the living room.

you tilt your head to glance at him and snort. “you have fur on your face.”

you get it for him and he examines yours. he picks some off of your nose and flicks it into the trash. “well,” he starts. “that could’ve been worse.”

an hour later you’re both dried off and there’s towels on the floor drying up any water that spilled out of the tub.

kuroo took peach on another walk to dry her off faster and tire her out some more, so you’re curled up on the couch with a book and sipping on a warm drink.

the door opens not long after and when you glance up to greet him, the words die in your throat.

standing in the entrance is a very muddy kuroo and somehow (you don’t know how this is even possible) a mostly clean peach. only her paws seem to be muddy, thankfully, nothing like earlier.

“tetsurou… what happened?”

the man in question purses his lips. mud falls from his hair down onto the floor and you wince a little. “she saw a squirrel and dragged me through a puddle of mud.”

you cover your mouth with your book in an attempt to hide your smile. he suffered the same fate you narrowly avoided earlier. “and she stayed clean?”

“she wasn’t interested in anything other than that damn squirrel.”

you finally let out a laugh and rise from the sofa. “alright, just leave the dirty clothes by the door, I’ll wash them after you’re done showering.”

he gives you a look that makes you feel uneasy. “you’re not gonna comfort me after what I went through?”

alarm bells ring in your head and you slowly start backing up. “tetsu, don’t even think about it.”

peach trots off happily and you don’t even bother worrying about the paw print stains she’s tracking in. it’ll probably be the least of your worries in a few moments.

your fiancé grins menacingly and slips his boots and sweater off. “whaaaat? c’mon baby, give me a hug. I really need it.”

you shriek and start running when he darts at you.

peach, deciding she’s too tired to get in on the action, curls up and falls asleep to the familiar sounds of chaos and shared laughter as her dad chases you around.

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this one goes out to my dog who nearly floods my bathroom and ruptures my eardrums whenever I try to give her a bath <3

[clqiredunphy]

they are so important to me oh my god

[punchouthottakes]

FLAMING HOT TAKE INCOMING, DISCLAIMER FIRST: punch out is a game with no lore and little to no characterization so it’s natural that different people have different takes on a character and I 10000% respect that and I love seeing how people interpret stuff differently from me!!!!! this is not a dig or a diss this is just personal observation!!!!!!!!!!

i don’t get why the overall fandom consensus is that don flamenco is head over heels in love with the blonde lady [that the fandom calls Carmen (this I do understand why)] in his cinematic trailer. it’s always been apparent to me that this guy is supposed to be like a casanova/serial womanizer/harem enthusiast douchebag kinda guy.

1. country of origin and profession: every enemy character in this game is supposed to be an exaggerated cultural stereotype/caricature, so it’s natural to assume that most of their character traits are not meant to subvert audience expectations, and flamenco is no exception! Spaniards are stereotyped as carelessly romantic, and toreadors seem to be associated with more socially conservative or dare I say, sexist/woman objectifying behavior. it would be logical to presume that flamenco also embodies these traits

2. contender intro slideshow: most people (and I as well) like to use the final slide of his contender intro as evidence of his romantic status. however, I fail to see how it shows him as faithful; on the contrary, the fact that the girls around “Carmen” are a. (for one of them) also wearing roses - the same color as the one he’s giving her, in fact - and b. clearly looking shocked and disgusted seems to show me that those girls were also the object of flamenco’s short-lived affection and that the blonde girl is just his next “target” so to speak.

now how to justify his in-battle voice lines referring to his affection for carmen? well look no further than Carmen, the opera by Bizet, where the titular Carmen ends up being with a toreador (like don flamenco). it could be possible that he uses “Carmen” as a pet name for all of his flings rather than the actual name of his one true love

please feel free to prove me wrong bc I see nobody else with this interpretation and I wanna know why everyone agrees that he’s a faithful boyfriend/malewife lmao

[idontmindifuforgetme]

I choose to believe my girl crush is flirting with me by saying this

[hana-bobo-finch]

i hardly ever mention Glad for some reason. you. you know the one. the cousin. the mouthless one. bellona’s cousin that I have probably only mentioned once but she does actually do stuff in the plot. yknow. i only have concept sketches of her but uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[neo--queen--serenity]

It’s incredibly important to me that the anime decided to include this scene that wasn’t in the manga. In the manga, Maomao does pass out in Jinshi’s lap after saving him from what was obviously an assassination attempt.

HOWEVER, the manga cuts off at this point, keeping strictly in Maomao’s perspective, and cuts straight to when she regains consciousness in bed after being treated for her injuries. The manga doesn’t show how she got back. They SAY how, and she briefly mentions, “wow that must have been embarrassing; he carried me back,” but we don’t SEE it. We don’t get to feel the true impact of what that means. But the anime DID show us, and holy shit.

They SHOW us how taboo this is. They show Jinshi carrying her out of the temple, after a public attempt on his life.

They show us the shock and horror on Lakan’s face as Jinshi silently walks past him. Horror at the state his daughter is in, horror at another man—a man with a status he could never dare to question—staking such a public claim over his child, horror at the fact that he could never have this level of closeness with her (as Maomao would never allow it).

Everyone hides their gazes, as is their custom when someone of his rank passes by, but the air is different this time. Jinshi is furious, he’s terrified, and he could not give a single shit about how inappropriate it looks to these palace officials.

The shot that slowly follows her trail of blood—even though it’s a small detail—that in particular leaves such a intense impression of how poignant this is for him.

Maomao talked about this scene in the manga like it was nothing to her. She did what she set out to do: she saved the person who was targeted by the attack. She didn’t even know the target would be someone she knew. But she has no idea that this happened afterwards as a result of her bravery. To her, it likely wasn’t even an act of bravery at all. She acted on impulse; she did what she knew was the right thing to do.

The anime didn’t need to include this, because the manga didn’t show it. But damn, I’m so glad they did.

[madamechrissy]

Pour it Up

Pairings: Stripclub Owner Sukuna x Stripper F!reader

Summary:- You are a single mother, your baby daddy is not just worthless, he also is actively trying to sabotoge you, so you go out on your own and raise your kid by yourself. Struggling your ass off, a friend of a friend named Toji decides to offer you a hell of a deal, a few hours a night at a strip club to make BANK. While there, you meet the other owner, Sukuna, and the moment he sees you? You annoy him how beautiful you are, how much he wants you, pushing him to insanity. He knows he must have you- no matter whose ass he needs to beat.

Warnings:- reader is a mom, lowkey/highkey Yandere Sukuna behavior (He's obsessed) recreational drug use, drug dealing Sukuna (the club lowkey a front lol) Mafia ties, EXPLICIT sexual content, blow jobs, cunnilingus, fingering, masturbation, teasing and eventually violence, some former trauma of reader. This part- Oral (Female recieving) fingering, sexual tension, snorting cocaine off bodies lmaoo, coke lips just a lil, mentions of violence and mafia mentions- WC-6.9k

Based on Stripclub Owner Sukuna IDK how many parts this will be, maybe six? That mobster art in the banner is by Sketch B on X- CHECK it- LINK

<<<Part One - Playlist - Masterlist- Part Three>>>

Part Two

You’re yawning as you get your little boy ready to sleep, and your good friend and now babysitter Miwa comes in, a pretty smile on her face as she walks in and sees Touma, your little son yanking on your hair then. “Ow, hey now!”

You’re all laughing as you disentangle your hair, huffing a bit. “Sowwy, mama.” He says so cute, and you melt then.

“It’s why mommy wears a bun.” You tap his little button nose, earning a little scrunch of his nose, and then he looks at Miwa, opening his little hands.

“Miwa!” She giggles, getting down on her knees and opening her arms, he goes to hug her then as you get everything ready for the night.

“Are you sure it’s fine? I swear I feel so awful asking you…” You murmur, you’d just gotten a funds transfer that was far too much from Sukuna labled ‘sitter money’ which was hundreds of dollars.

“No, please, it's fine.”

“Um… is two hundred good?” You ask, as Sukuna sent another note saying ‘for you to eat something - you’ll need energy’ which made you blush insanely, memories from him yesterday making you overheat.

“Two hundred, what? That’s too much.” She says with a frown. “It’s one night, like a hundred?”

“Miwa…”

“Girl, I’m not taking two hundred for it.”

“It’s not even from me.” You show her the text then, and she has a blush of her own on her cheeks.

“He did that!?”

“Yeah… so please take it, literally it’s not from me, and I promise, he’s got plenty. Clearly..” She sighs, smiling a bit then as she studies you.

“You really like him, hmm?”

“It’s intense, Miwa.” You murmur softly, looking as your little boy is laughing and tapping on his tablet. “He makes me feel really pretty.”

“Oh baby.” She hugs you then, and you cling to her tightly. “You’re beautiful, I tell you that all the time.”

“I know, and thank you but like, the stretch marks that… he trashed on me for, Mr. Sukuna thinks they’re so sexy.” Your voice is just a breathy whisper, you don’t know how much Touma may or may not hear or know yet.

“Ugh, I’m so glad you left him.” She rolls her pretty blue eyes, shivering in disgust at the thought of your ex, it’s a common response to anyone with sense. “But Toji is kind of related?”

“Loosely. He’s different, I promise, than any of them.”

“I’ll trust it, but jesus the Zenin family is no joke. Just be careful.” You nod as you continue to get a bag together, blushing when you grab pajamas, you don’t know if you’re going to even use pajamas.

Sukuna did things to you that have never been done just existing, what’s terrifying is you know it’s probably a hookup, but after two years of nothing, even that sounds so good. But you’re scared that you’ll catch feelings fast with him, just his presence alone is intoxicating, as much of a drug as any of them push.

You certainly weren’t telling Miwa that.

Sukuna seems night and day from your ex, Naoya, as if they couldn’t be two more different men, despite the clear mafia ties. Something about Sukuna screams that he wants to protect you, and as independent as you are lately by being forced to be, something about him taking care of you was heady and addicting. You can’t stand how much you want it, want more.

“You’ve got those dickmatized eyes.” Miwa says with a sigh and you shush her, as she giggles.

“Not even… I… Miwa!”

“I’m kidding.” She giggles then, shaking her head. “The girls will be very happy to hear you’re meeting someone.”

“Don’t tell our friends yet, what if this ends… with nothing?” You murmur, and she shakes her head, blue hair falling softly.

“Look already, he's more thoughtful. You have fun, and shit if he wants to give me two hundred more to stay another night I will. Easy money for me.”

“Miwa!” She’s laughing and you can’t help but laugh too, before nervously biting your lip. “I feel guilty leaving, it’s one thing to make money, but it seems so selfish to just go do this.”

“Please don’t, he’ll have fun. Won’t you?” She asks him then, as he comes out with his tablet, slicing at fruit rapidly.

“Mommy go have fun!” You blink back tears then. “Mommy should smile, Miwa, smile!”

“She should smile.” Miwa’s hair falls over her brow as she picks him up, propping him on her hip, and your lip trembles a bit at just how sweet he is, before your teeth clamp down on it.

“I love you both, I swear. Touma baby, Mommy will be back tomorrow, will you tell me all the fun that you have?” You ask, feeling emotions catch in your throat, this would be the first night away from him since you all have been on your own.

“Mhmm!” He gives you a big kiss on your cheek, and you giggle at him then, but as you’re heading into your big old SUV, you tense when you see the number, pressing answer and sighing.

“What do you want.” You bite out, trying to sound firm despite the nerves eating you alive.

“That’s not a very nice greeting, sweetheart, don’t you miss me?” His voice makes you sick to your stomach, you tremble when you start your car, and he’s laughing. “Still got that old thing, I can hear it.”

“Well I own it, and it’s mine. So yes. What do you even want?” You murmur, and hear the dark chuckle of Naoya Zenin.

It’s disgusting, even his laugh.

“Just wondering how my son is.”

“Now you care? Sure didn’t on his birthday.” You hear his scoff.

“You’re such a bitch, as if you’d let me see him.” He mutters, tone changing from the cloying fake one to fully disgusting.

“I tried to let you, even after it all, it’s been your choice.” You gulp down some water that you’ve brought as you sit at the turning lane, blinker ticking loudly in the quiet car, as your heart races.

“Well maybe I miss you and Touma, did you think of that? Oh, I just bet you miss me.”

“I’m good.”

“Ha, you say that, but I remember things.” His voice takes on a purr now, you can almost see those narrow brown eyes, his malicious grin, how had you ever fallen for someone like that?

“Remember what?” You ask, voice harsh as you remember the last time you all had been together, after he’d cheated again. You’d been so fucked up from him you’d wanted to please him, to make him desire you, but there was no pleasure in it, shit Naoya himself had never been one to pleasure you.

Selfish in every single area including sex, you think you got off more from Sukuna fingering you for a moment than your entire relationship, just the way his ruby eyes looked at you was like a drug. The way he’d kissed you, how he wanted your pleasure, and did all this for a night. It was a million times more than you’d ever had with Naoya.

“You don’t remember me inside you, sweetheart?” He cooes, but you’re shivering in disgust at the memory.

“Sure I do, I’m good.”

“You act as if you could do better, as if you were even good enough for me.” There it goes, you think, while you’re driving down the highway toward the club, odd that it feels so comfortable so quickly.

“Yeah, if I’m not then why are you calling me, hmm?” You ask then, hearing his scoff, smiling as practically picture him losing his shit.

“Who’d want you after the kid but me? You act like you’re the same bitch you were when we met.”

“Lots of people, because guess what? I’m still hot, so fuck you.” He scoffs as you’re giggling.

“The fuck!?”

“Mmhmm, I’m still very hot. And if you don’t think so, go knock up some other poor girl I guess, then down her for the changes a baby makes to her body. Because I’m not it anymore.”

“You little-”

“I’ll block this number if you call for anything personal again. Our agreement states you should be talking through our app.”

“Yeah, really ya think I’ll listen to that shit? Why don’t you admit it, how much you miss me?”

“Because I don’t. Anyway, I have work.”

“Oh yeah, and what’s that?” He demands in his slick tone, one that makes your tummy lurch.

“Bartending.”

“Hah, you were only smart enough to look pretty and blink those lashes, back to it hmm?”

“Didn’t you just say I’m unattractive, how contradictory are you?”

“You-”

“Goodbye.” You hang up the phone, shutting your eyes for a moment and gripping it tightly in your hand, shaking off the images in your mind, in just a week Sukuna, and shit even Toji as a friend, have made you feel better than you had since the split.

Getting cheated on back to back was not easy on you, but you feel like you can shove it all back and just breathe. You’re walking into the club then, seeing Gojo with a fellow tall, dark haired man, he’s beautiful actually you muse as you walk past them, Sukuna and Toji to the dressing room. Sukuna had already laid eyes on you though, and as you’re getting undressed he walks in.

All the girls scatter, his ruby eyes directly on you, and you’re trembling just a bit when he frowns. “What’s wrong, brat?”

“Brat?” You tease softly, blinking a bit when he steps closer.

“You look upset. Who do I need to kill?” You almost laugh, but he raises a brow, god how are this man’s eyebrows attractive!? You sigh then, stepping closer, naked aside from your panties, and you feel his eyes dart to your bare breasts.

“I’m much happier now.” You murmur, he sighs then, a big hand on your waist, taking you over, thumb slipping against the swell of your lower breast.

“Yeah, why?” He mutters, so gruffly, already throbbing hard under his slacks, as he thinks of everything he wants to do.

“Because you’re touching me.” Your vulnerability almost breaks him then, his lips parted in shock, he squeezes tighter, leaning down and cupping your face.

“Did you get the money for your sitter?” He murmurs, and you nod shyly.

“It was too much, but I’m sure she appreciates it.” Your hand comes to grip his strong wrist, heart beating erratically in your chest now.

“And did you eat?”

“Not yet.” You giggle, softly, he sighs then, lips a breath away.

“I’m not fucking kidding, you’ll need the energy.” His words and his tone make your mind wander, just how would it be, to have Sukuna inside you?

“Oh yeah?”

He smirks before chuckling, throwing his head back. “You’re cute, brat, oh yeah.”

“Hey!” You sigh now, stepping back as he eyes your breasts, and you pop your little tassels out of your bag, eyeing him then, watching him drink the sight in. “Wanna help?”

“Shit.” You kill him. Sukuna takes them and presses them, as the little sticky adhesive suctions on, but he’s cupping your breasts in huge hands, as one of the girls, Candy walks in, pausing. “What do you want?” His voice is so terse, it’s just nothing like the man that just asked if you got the hundreds he sent for a sitter and your lunch.

“Um… Mr. Sukuna… could you help me with mine?” She asks then, yanking her tassels off, bare breasted. She makes you tense a bit.

Naoya had cheated over and over, but you and Sukuna were nothing yet, shit you’d just sucked him in his office so far, that’s it. And maybe a hook up tonight? So you can’t be upset if he wishes to, you just look away nervously, leaning forward in the mirror to adjust your makeup and pulling away as he eyes her, so clearly irritated by her presence.

“Ask Toji or something.” He grumbles, before turning you back to him, your eyes glimmer then, with some moisture, making him stutter. “What’s wrong now, shit?”

“No, it’s… your…” You hug him then, making him freeze, as your pretty little body is against him, your breasts so soft on him, he wants to tear you apart, put you back together, make you his. His hands stall though, unsure as you look up at him with tears down your pretty cheeks.

Candy leaves as Sukuna’s mouth opens and shuts. “Brat, what is it?”

“You m-make me feel really… um… it’s stupid…”

“Out with it.”

“Sexy? Pretty? Wanted?” He blinks in confusion then, how could you ever not be, especially with the amount of attention you get here? “I’m not used to this.”

“You know you’re pretty, just… shut up, stop that shit.” He’s swiping at your eyes though, as you elicit emotions that make him insane. “Why’d you feel like you’re not, that brain fried from your kid or something!?”

“No… I just… shitty past.” He sees it then, you’re so hurt from something, and anyone who ever made you feel that way!?

Sukuna would take him the fuck out.

“Whoever says you’re not is trying to fuck with you, fuck your head up, so ignore that shit.” He says softly almost, still a little gruff, cupping your face then. “I have excellent taste, trust mine hmm?”

“Yeah.” Your lip trembles, and Sukuna can’t stop the word from spilling from his lips then.

“Beautiful.”

“I… huh?”

“Shut it.” He kisses you then, and you’re falling against him, pressed on the counter where he can see your back and ass in the mirror, tempting him just as much as your pretty breasts, he moans as he steps between your thighs.

“Did you say beautiful?”

“Shush it, fuck you’re annoying hmm?” You just giggle a bit, and the action does something odd to his heart, god you do something to him.

“Thank you, Mr. Sukuna.”

“Just Sukuna, shit.” He kisses you again before taking a breath, eyeing your body up and down slowly. “Wanna sit on my lap during this meeting? You may… have to have some coke on your body.”

“On me!?”

“Yeah but I’d like you there? Don’t smile like that, you’re too excited.” He says with a glare, you can’t stop it though. The way Sukuna makes you feel, even if this is just you two hooking up, it’s too addicting.

“Which outfit should I wear?” You hold up a few, when Sukuna picks a sexy little red number.

“Turn, I’ll snap it up.” You do as he says, he brushes your hair off the back of your neck over one of your shoulders, eyeing you in the mirror, when he’s done snapping it his fingers trail down your spine, sending shivers down it. His hands then grip your waist, pulling your back against him, and you feel him, hard and insistent against the small of your back under his dress pants.

“You like this outfit?” You manage to tease softly, he exhales then, trailing his big hands down your shoulders, then brushing the sides of your breasts, making your nipples taut under these tassels.

“What do you think?” He says gruffly, before stepping back, letting you both take a breath, he leans forward, palms on the counter, nipping at your shoulder with his teeth, making you gasp a bit. “Keep thinking how good you fucking taste, wanna bury my face inside you.”

“Sukuna…” Your voice is a whine, pathetic, your head falling to the side, as his palm now presses on your tummy. “You do that?”

“Do I do that?” He chuckles against your neck now. “Yes I do that, don’t tell me whatever shit ex you had didn’t.” You just blush now, looking down, and his brows raise in surprise. “And how long were you together?”

“Four years.”

“Not once.” You shake your head, and he scoffs, finger drifting just across your red lace, touching you over the material, finding you drenched, making him moan at the heat he feels. You’re soaking his fingers, turning to look up at him, your eyes dilated and lidded. “You want me to drink you up?”

“Y-yes. I do.” You admit softly, he chuckles as he studies the color decorating your skin, brushing his thumb along your cheek so overheated. Before Naoya you’ve had guys do it, and of course it felt good, but you imagine Sukuna will be this entire other level.

“You won’t ever want me to leave once I do.” You hear the vulnerability in his voice, making you pause before he backs away, clearing his throat.

As if you’d leave him if he was yours, does he not know what kind of man he is to you? How you feel? Well… no, not yet, you’re swallowing it all down, it’s new and it’s scary, and…

“First, be a good girl and let’s do this meeting, yeah?” His gruff words make you focus once more.

“Yes Sir.”

“Shit don’t say that.” He scowls, turning to adjust his raging hard cock up in his waistband, and your giggle earns a deeper glare. “Keep acting up.”

“I won’t! Promise.” He doesn’t give you the smile until you’ve already stepped in front of him, but it’s quite a dopey little smile, as he watches your ass bounce in the little outfit. There’s this possessiveness he feels he can’t explain, he wants to wipe out anyone who looks at you, and he barely knows you.

He can’t wait to have you cumming all over his face, can’t wait to drink your pretty pussy up until you’re a writhing fucking mess under him, he wonders, do you squirt or do you just drip? Has anyone gotten you off good enough before? Sukuna would fuck every thought out of your mind anyway, until it’s just him, because damned if that’s not all that’s in his head lately.

You both step out into the heady club, the scent of women’s perfume and men’s cologne mixing with cannabis and cigars, along with some fragrant incense burning somewhere. It’s smoky from the little fog machines, the lights strobing just so, highlighting everyone dancing, laughing, lounging. But all Sukuna can see or sense is you.

Even your scent, so sweet and intoxicating, is it  fuck your arousal he could damn near feel it, when you next to him, now, looking up just so, your face so pretty it’s damn near irritating to him, the music thrumming through until it’s pulsating both of your bodies. “Where to, Mr. Sukuna?”

“I said to call me just Sukuna, brat.”

He bets you’re blushing, even if he can’t actually see it. “Sukuna.”

God his name from those lips makes his cock throb, how will he focus on business like this!?

“Right in the VIP, c’mon.” He leads you in, where Toji has Candy on his lap, she scowls openly at you until Sukuna catches her, suddenly her scowl disappears, you can’t help but be a little amused.

You recognize Gojo, who is leaned back with an ankle crossed over a knee, grinning up at you with those insane blue eyes, even in the dark they’re ridiculous, you can’t help but smile back, he’s been very sweet to you so far. “Hey sweets, come sit on daddy’s lap, hmm?”

“She sure the fuck won’t, and you’re not daddy.” Sukuna growls, but you’re giggling just a bit as a couple more girls come in, and Sukuna sits next to Toji on one couch, across from Satoru and his friend. Satoru pouts at you.

“He’s mean, isn’t he?” The man next to him snorts, and takes your hand, bending over and kissing it, making you melt a bit.

“Suguru Geto.” He says, you smile before Sukuna has you yanked down firmly on his lap, you laugh a little breathless as you tell Suguru your name, and he watches amusedly when Sukuna wraps an arm around your hips.

“See how greedy he is with her?” Gojo says, but he’s soon amused by another one of the dancers coming by, handing him a drink. “Ooh, thank you.”

“That’s the girliest drink I’ve seen, little bitch drink.” Sukuna grumbles, Satoru sticks his tongue out, sipping on the pink concoction.

“Mmm, and I hear you’re already the star of the club, hmm?” Suguru says your name as a girl hands him a drink, and you shake your head nervously.

“She sure is, stop being shy, doll.” Toji says, tucking a lock of your hair back, before Sukuna glares at him and he chuckles. “Not that he lets her do much dancing, really.”

“Shut it Toji. Business time.”

“Boring.” Satoru leans back in his seat, long legs spread, and sipping his drink as Suguru leans forward, while a dancer lets him snort a line right off her thigh, lapping at the residue with his tongue and sighing.

“Satoru, focus.” He says in a calm tone, Satoru eyes you though as another girl comes to him.

“Wanna snort a line off you, mommy.”

“Satoru I swear to god.” Sukuna threatens, Gojo pouts now, blinking snowy lashes as Sukuna’s grip on you tightens brutally.

“I can’t take a line off the star girl?” Sukuna sighs, and you look at him then, lips turning up at the corners, as his ruby eyes narrow.

“Trying to make me jealous?” He hums quietly, you stand then, earning his hands slipping down your hips.

“I wonder if you’ll show me how mad you are later.” He smirks at you, raising a brow arrogantly.

“Think you can handle that, little brat?” You step over to Satoru, who exhales, sitting up straight then, smiling up at you.

“Look you’re defying him and everything, cute.” You roll your eyes as Satoru takes the snowy powder, tapping some gently on your thigh then, using this fancy black and silver card to line it up. “You’ve never done any, have you?”

“No…” You admit, and even as Toji, Sukuna and Suguru talk, you feel those crimson eyes boring into you, when Satoru slips his long fingers, your heel propped on the other side of him, and he wraps up a bill.

“What’s a good girl doing here though?” He asks curiously, plump lips turning up when he finishes rolling the bill.

“Single mom life is expensive.” He pauses then, blue eyes looking down a bit at your body, as you overhear the conversation in the background.

“And the Zenin family seems to think they have claim to parts of our territory, the Kamos are on board with Gojo now though, so that expands us and what we’re moving significantly.” Suguru says to Sukuna, who laughs then, throwing his head back as Toji grimaces.

“Don’t call me a fuckin’ Zenin, ya know that’s not my name.” Toji grumbles, considering he does use Fushiguro, but you can’t blame him, just look at Naoya? Who would want to be related to that?

“So you really are a mommy then. Hot.” Satoru says, before snorting the coke off your skin, one of his hands pressing into your calf as he does. Then his face is far too close to where you feel his breath tickle your inner thigh, he presses a kiss on your thigh then, earning Sukuna standing up and Satoru grinning.

“You’re gonna get killed.” Toji chuckles, and Satoru holds his hands up, as Sukuna places you behind him, grabbing him by the collar.

“I was just thanking her!?” He’s sputtering and you can’t stop your giggle, something was stupidly attractive about Sukuna like this.

“I’ll cut your dumb ass tongue out of your mouth if you-”

“Sukuna, chill. Satoru, apologize.” Suguru says calmly then, humor in his violet eyes, and Sukuna flops down Satoru right on the couch, he brushes himself off, laughing like a psycho.

“Sorry Sukuna, it's not my fault she’s so pretty.” Satoru earns another grab of his neck. “I said sorry!”

“Hands off.” He looks to you, his glare making your giggle stop, as he bends low over you, his big hands on your bare waist, your pulse racing, pounding in your ears as the room watches you both for a moment. “And you, you’re not leaving my lap anymore for the rest of the meeting, got it?”

“Yes, Sir.” You can’t stop the little smile when he sighs at that, before sitting down and firmly planting you on his thigh, Gojo winks over at you, earning an eye roll as you feel Sukuna’s firm thigh against your head, addling your mind.

“Now, before I was so rudely interrupted,” Sukuna clears his throat, one arm wrapped around your waist, dragging you further up his thigh, making you ache in need, more and more. “We absolutely have an active Zenin member approaching our area, and they’re doing a lot more than running drugs.”

“They’re running people.” Toji says, disgust in his voice, and your eyes go wide as you look at him.

“This convo too much for you?” Sukuna murmurs, and then you look at him, shaking your head and gulping.

“So we stop them, then.” Suguru says calmly, and Sukuna sighs.

“There’s no other option, considering who we’re talking about, not like they’ll make any deals.” Sukuna now takes some of the powder, turning you and sprinkling just a bit on the curve of your neck and shoulder, snorting it off you and then licking the line off your body, exhaling as he tastes you mixing with the numbness of the cocaine. “Fuck…”

It’s a murmur no one hears but you, but you feel him clenching you tightly, so protective, his hands not leaving you as they speak, little brushes against your back playing with your hair, all while your pussy throbs in need for him. But more so your mind craves to know more of him, just who is the man you feel so comfortable sitting on so damn quickly?

What makes him… him?

“No one hates the Zenins more than Toji.” Comes Suguru’s voice now, shaking you out of your reverie, you blink a bit as Toji laughs, downing a shot.

“She does.” He says your name, gesturing to you, earning the eyes of every man, including Sukuna, as his mouth parts. “Shit, sorry doll.”

“What’s he mean?” Sukuna asks tersely, and you sigh, shifting a bit.

“Do you have a connection to the Zenin?” Suguru asks curiously, you sigh again, that’s two sighs, Sukuna counts, while you tense, and he watches your jaw clench just a bit as he turns your chin to face him.

“They got something on you?” He asks quietly, and you look at Toji again, unable to really say the words.

“Her kid is a Zenin.” He says then, gruffly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to throw your shit out there.”

“Your kid is a Zenin?” He asks, you nod then, just a bit. “So your shitty ex is a Zenin?”

“He’s the shittiest of them all.” Toji mutters.

“Who?” Sukuna asks quietly.

“Naoya.” You whisper the name, bitter and disgusting in your mouth.

“Oh shit. Mommy, that's bad taste.” Satoru says, and you watch the room put their heads in their hands.

“I know, okay, trust me. Leaving him wasn’t easy, that’s why I ended up having to come here, it’s not like he has much to do with our son. Touma doesn’t even remember him. But he did call me today.”

“He did what now?” Sukuna’s grip makes you wince just a bit, it’s so tight. “If he calls you I really should know from now on, you have no clue how dangerous he is.”

“I was with him for years, I do know.” You stand then, taking a breath, and shaking your head. “I should go… dance or something.”

Sukuna’s saying your name, and Toji is trying to apologize, but you can’t stand another moment, wondering how even here Naoya fucks with you. But it’s just moments before Sukuna is yanking you off the stage, literally picking you up, and carrying you to his office, sitting you right on his desk. Your breasts are heaving up and down with each breath when he caresses your cheek, surprisingly gentle.

“What’d he say to you? Did he threaten you?” Sukuna murmurs, you shake your head.

“Just mean shit, like I must miss him, and who would want me. His typical poison he likes to throw, nothing more.” You swipe at tears that form, falling down your cheeks, and Sukuna feels rage destroying him from the inside.

“And you surely know it’s bullshit, hmm?”

“I told him to fuck off.” You smile just a bit, a hand slipping over a strong chest, one you wonder about, how far do these tattoos lead? How does he look with it off? The thoughts tantalize you to no end. “You helped me do that.”

“Good girl.” You exhale, biting your lower lip, as he spreads your thighs, standing between them and leaning over you. “If he calls you anymore, tell me, you don’t want to know all what he’s into, he could hurt you.”

“He never has, like physically at least.”

“Just promise me, I can’t protect you if you don’t.” You frown then at that, nodding.

“But my kid is most important to me, Sukuna.”

“Then I’ll make you both safe, even the little… kid or whatever.” He grumbles, melting you utterly, you blink rapidly, pulling on his tie, your lips a breath from his now, tasting the sweetness of his breath.

“Why are you so good to me already?”

“I haven’t been good to you yet. Or you’d be fucked out.” He says, whispering those words, you’re kissing him now, gasping when you feel the numbness of your lips, and he chuckles a bit. “It’ll go away.”

“Will I get…”

“No, it won’t fuck you up. But I will.” You’re back to kissing him, his lips working over yours again and again, big hand slipping down the small of your back. “Take the day off, I need you all day I can’t wait for later.”

“I can’t, Sukuna.”

“I’ll pay you three times your average day.”

You shake your head at him, lips parted in a moan when he presses his clothed cock against your dripping wet pussy, your hands cling to his suit jacket, whining out. “Don’t pay me, I don’t wanna be that way…”

“I’m fucking rich, baby, just take it. Give it to your kid, I don’t know.”

You snort at him, your entire body responding to his every touch. “Sukuna, you don’t give a little kid money like that!”

“I don’t know what you do with those things.” You burst out laughing at him, and he glares, while you swipe back a lock of pink hair. “Take. The. Day. Off.”

You certainly do take the day off, and soon you’re in the back of the limo you’d watched Sukuna climb into many times, but now it’s just you and him, and you’re kissing him, straddling his lap, nothing on you but that lingerie and his suit jacket. He’s under you, feeling your cunt against him, ready to fuck into you, fill you, you’re driving him so crazy he’s sensitive.

If he busts from this he will never forgive himself, so he pushes you off, on your back now, you’re breathless as you look up at him, his coat is swallowing your body, so small compared to him, your eyes locked on his, so gorgeous it makes him want to be stupid. He’d cum in you, give you more kids if that’s really what makes you so happy, fill you so good, keep you.

“Annoying.” He says then, and you blink curiously, not realizing the inner turmoil of the obsession he now has over you, this gorgeous mom who has a fucked ex, and a soaking wet pussy grinding up for attention against his thigh. This mom who he’d make a mom a million times over, and he doesn’t even know you.

“I’m annoying?” You ask curiously, he sighs now, nodding, and you just giggle a bit, more pretty, fueling his obsession as he grips your thigh then, rough thumb pressing against delicate skin. He watches your breath catch, as he feels his cock leaking precum from just touching you.

“So annoying.” He confirms, but it might as well be sweet words when he kisses you again, and then down your throat, until he gets to your pretty breasts, while the limo steadily drives you both, jostling you just a bit, only serving to put his face closer to where he wants to be.

“Sukuna, um… are you…” He’s kissing down your stomach now, nipping right at your belly button, tongue trailing a line that would previously make you so nervous, but with him you just feel…

“Fuck you’re perfect.” He murmurs, rough fingers suddenly slipping under your panties, making your hips buck up, clit twitching in response. “He really didn’t eat you out?”

“No, I didn’t… um, cum with him.”

What the fuck is wrong with him. Aside from the obvious.

“Hmm, then she’ll be all mine, hah.” You’re watching his eyes dilate to the point they’re black, sharp teeth biting at your thigh, while you’re drooling out of your little hole, finally he’s down there, eying your pussy in the back of this limo, groaning at the sight. “Oh you’re so fucking perfect.”

“Please, please.” You’re whimpering, and he smirks, before parting your folds, breathing on your clit and watching the little thing twitch for him.

“You’re so needy already, gonna be so fuckin’ easy, brat?”

“Sukuna please…” You glare then when he’s kissing right above your clit, your hands enwrapping in his silky pink locks, pulling just so, only making his cock harder for you.

“Need something?”

“Oh my god…” He’s spitting on your clit now, groaning as he watches it bubble and slip down your hole, and you’re squeaking, only earning his chuckle.

“M’gonna have so much fun with you, baby, shit.” He slips two fingers down and up your slit, still just breathing on your damn clit, as your hands fall from his hair, instead clinging to his shoulders, feeling the broad shoulders move under your touch. “Perfect pussy, fuck you for it, shit.”

“Fuck me for it!?”

“Better than I could even picture, stroking my cock every day this week, so much it’s raw damn near. Almost cumming from kissing, you do this shit.” You’re lost in the sensations of his two fingers sinking inside you then, pressing up and finding that spongy spot so fast you can’t breathe, screaming out, back arching. “There it is, dumb fuck couldn’t find it huh?”

“God no he couldn’t. F-fuck!” You whine out as Sukuna flicks his tongue against your clit now, a sensation you can’t describe, hot and sticky as it laps at your wetness, as he moans at your sweetness.

“Fuck….” Sukuna wants to tease you, but he’s done once he gets that taste fully on his mouth, he’s pulling his fingers out and burying his face against you, fucking your little gummy walls with his tongue as you shatter under him. He’s moaning against you, tongue lapping all the wetness pouring out of you, as you’re clinging to his hair so hard it’s painful.

It only urges him more, your moans, your cries, how pretty you look when he stares up at you, his thumbs holding your lips open so he can fuck you even better with his tongue. He feels your walls fluttering, gripping his wet muscle, feels you tense when his nose bumps your clit, you’re screaming out, so loud it’s echoing in the limo, and he knows it then.

He’ll never get enough of you.

Just tasting you is better than any girl he’s fucked, and there have been a lot, shit he’s never enjoyed eating pussy like this either. He’s one that enjoys tasting a woman, it makes him excited to get women off, he’s never been selfish. But to love it like this? God no one tastes like you.

You’re falling apart now, he can feel it, when you’re mumbling incoherently, sniffling, thighs squeezing his head, just urging him on more and more, as he drinks your sticky clear cum all up. Your sounds are filling his ears, mixing with the racing of his damn pulse, his cock oozing precum and making him sticky. He could cum just eating your pussy.

Fuck, he thinks he’s already in love with you.

“M’gonna, Sukuna I’m c–close I…” You’re whispering, pulling at his hair, as the sensation of him devouring you takes over, and he smirks up at you then, pulling off for the first breath you’ve seen the man take.

Is he human even!?

“Cum all over m’face, be a good girl, huh brat?” You nod weakly, fuck you need no urging to cum, but you needed to know it was okay, you want and crave his permission for some insane reason.

When he’s back buried against you, your body convulses, all this pressure in your tummy letting go, until your orgasm has your back arching, has your pussy drenching his handsome face. Sukuna’s moaning, hands tightly gripping your hips, drinking every bit of your arousal that pools, as your cunt now pulses around his tongue, and you’re crying it feels so good.

The orgasm breaks your brain, whatever was left of it from him, you can’t remember ever even having a damn thought but this. You’re whining his name out over and over as he pulls back grinning so damn sexy and arrogant from between your thighs, lapping his tongue up to your clit now, and you scream out hoarsely as he bites your little clit.

“Oh m-my god, f-fuck it’s too much!” He chuckles again, shaking his head as he slips two fingers back in your hole, now soaked and sucking them up so easy, as your pussy drools down his hand to his rings, to his rolex.

“You’re so messy, huh? Look at you, all over me, all over these seats, fuck.” He huffs, enamored with how wet he has you, and your eyes struggle to look down, you squeak a bit, so cute he smiles.

“I’m s-so sorry I’m n-never, Sukuna I’m gonna cum again, fuck!” He curls his fingers in your slick walls, you hear the lewd sound of the squelching wetness in the limo now, it’s obscene, mixing with his moans as he flicks his tongue on the underside of your clit. “Ah s’good-mnh!”

“Cum again for me, lemme drink you all up, messy girl.” You’re coming undone for him, with each flick of his tongue as he now presses up his fingers on that spongy little spot, and you see stars behind eyes as they roll back in your skull. It’s so good you’re crying as he rides out your second orgasm, slurping sounds of Sukuna drinking you even louder, just making it headier.

“Mnh… ngh… ah…” You’re unable to form a word, a twitching mess under him, while he licks more of your slick off his lower lip, grinning down at the mess he’s made you, your pretty face covered in tears and drool.

“Ah, look at you baby, so fucked out, don’t even have my dick yet, hmm?” He taunts now, fingers scissoring in and out as he leans over you, cupping your face with his other hand now.

“Want it, want it.” You’re reaching for him as he hisses, losing control once you find his bulge over his pants, kissing you again, now you taste yourself, making you lap the arousal off his lips, as you’re eagerly unbuckling him, for the limo to stop. He takes a breath, pausing your hand then, wrapping you back in his jacket and adjusting you, as you cling to him eagerly. “Need you.”

“Fuck if I don’t need you, driving me insane.” He grumbles, adjusting himself then, and soon you’re in the elevator, kissing again, riding up to Sukuna’s penthouse, you have your phone going off and he scowls at it. “Better not be him.”

“It may be Miwa.” You take a breath as you look at the phone, smiling then, it’s just a little picture of Touma happily grinning with a cookie, you show Sukuna, and he sees your damn face light up, making him falter a bit.

God you’re beautiful lit up.

Sukuna would do anything to keep you this way.

“He’s getting spoiled. Sukuna, thank you for this… I was so worried, being away for a night but… I can’t wait.” You say softly, as you step inside, you barely get to look around however, because he’s pressing you against a wall, leaning low and grinning now, white teeth glinting under soft white lights from the high ceiling.

“I hope you can keep up with me, brat.” He says, before picking you up in his arms like you’re nothing, pulling the hair at the nape of your neck. “You’re getting no sleep tonight.”

Kuna is so in love already aha. Part three coming soon (just like Kuna about to lol) There will be a LOT more drama and plot along with some freaky ass smut and a whole fuck session next chap. If you wanna get tagged and aren't already on one of the lists just lmk - also omg ty for the love on the first part!?!?!

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