#if you're upset you can rent an apology

[noraqrosa]

at this point, whenever i'm talking to someone online and it gets to the point where they're just getting unreasonable and insulting, my new tactic to disengage before it blows up into a full-blown argument is to say "anyway check out my music and my joyfriend's music" like this https://odiohi.me/pages/discography https://izuku.bandcamp.com

[sunsetsmakemesad]

Ughhhh the capitalism song is so good

[blood-fiend-power]

I was just gonna let u pick but uh. Jay? Idk.

🐛 - how do you feel about fanarts of you and fanfictions?

I love them but also i cannot look at most of them for more than 10 seconds without crying. I am a sad little girl

🥀 - what do you think about ships with you?

As long as its not with men is a-ok. Juzi and Oilrose are my main two tho. My girls ♡

[flora-bigs]

When you sign the contract with her, you don't sell your soul. You lease your soul indefinitely, with plenty of legal stipulations.

ugh there's a dorky song i want to put on her playlist but it's just on the very edge of fitting the vibe (The Fine Print by The Stupendium)

[the-raindeer-king]

Imagine Simon's mom doesn't die with Tommy and Beth. Maybe she was out of town, or at a friend's house, and Roba's men were sloppy and missed her. Anyway, so it's just Simon and her now, and because he blames himself for what happened, he's pulled away from her.

He pays her rent, even if he wanted her to live in a nicer apartment complex. And he visits during her birthday and Mother's Day, and sometimes just randomly stops by. But he never stays very long, and he doesn't tell her a lot about his new life. It's a very one sided relationship, but she tries to make the best of it.

And then you move in next door, during one of Simon's deployments. You feel bad for the sweet lady that lives next to you. She never seems to have much company, and you take it upon yourself to befriend her, spending more time in her apartment than your own.

You learn about her ex husband, her sons, the tragedy, and most importantly, you learn about Simon. And you hate him. Mrs. Riley (she insists you call her Sarah) is such a lovely woman, and it's clear how much she cares about her living son, how hard she's trying to keep their relationship alive.

It's the second Mother's Day after you move in when you finally meet Simon. Your relationship with your own mother is complicated, so you've opted to spend the day with Mrs. Riley. You'd gotten her a small present, and had planned to spend the day drinking wine and watching historical romance movies.

You're thoroughly shocked when you knock on her door, and a man answers. Six feet, built like a brick house, but under his scowl, you recognize Sarah's eyes.

“You must be Simon.”

His scowl deepens, but before he can say anything, Mama Riley is pushing past him, pulling you into her apartment to fuss over you.

She apologizes for not telling you sooner, but your plans will have to be rescheduled. Simon's back early, and she can't waste a precious second.

You're understanding. You've listened to her worried rants, given her space to cry over how things have turned out. You know she loves spending time with her son, even if the visits are short and he doesn't talk much.

Simon doesn't miss the way you glare at him. There's a fury in your eyes, even as you cheerily wish his mother a happy mother's day. For a moment, he wonders if you're a spy. But that thought is quickly diminished, when you verbally eviscerate him at the door.

You're quiet, not wanting to upset his mom, but your anger is clear. It may not be your business, but Mama Riley is your friend, and you adore the older woman. And you cannot stand by while he treats her like this. She loves her son so much, and he needs to step up and try harder.

As you're chewing him out, Simon's already head over heels, planning your wedding as the seconds tick by.

(A/N: You can read this as a stand alone piece, but I did write 3 more drabbles (four in total!) for this! They're all on my blog under the tag mama riley au. Thank you for reading!)

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[clarkeyszn]

# WILL WE TALK? bobby skeetz.

summary: you meet bobby in a club after seeing inhaler open for sam fender.

warnings: kissing, drinking, implied smut (im too scared to write the actual thing teehee). lmk if i missed anything

pairing: bobby skeetz x fem! reader

word count: 2.1K

request: here!

authors note: my first request OH MYYYY!!! i love inhaler AND sam fender so this was so fun for me to write! this is also not proofread (lol when do i ever)

will we talk? — sam fender

the club was alive with the sound of the obnoxiously loud music. sweaty bodies pressed against each other, the floor sticky with god knows what. you and your friends, still riding the high after seeing sam fender perform live, had decided to go out into the city after the gig, no one wanting the night to end. it was one of those times you felt infinite. like you didn't have a 9am lecture in the morning, half-written essays and rent due.

"hey!" your friend called over the noise, "i'm gonna go take a piss, get us another drink, will ya'?" she asked, handing you her empty glass.

you nodded, she smiled and hugged you before stumbling off to find the bathrooms. maybe just a lemonade for her this time.

you made your way over to the bar, pushing past the drunken bodies of sweaty university students grinding against each other. the blinding lights made it nearly impossible to see where you were going, that and the multiple cocktails in your system.

you made your way over to the bar, pushing past the drunken bodies of sweaty university students grinding against each other. the music pulsed in your chest, lights strobing just enough to disorient you as you weaved through the crowd.

someone shoved past with no warning, and your foot slipped, sending you stumbling straight into someone’s chest.

two hands caught your arms, firm but easy, keeping you upright.

"careful," a voice said, he had an accent. "you alright?"

you looked up, ready to mumble a quick apology but then you saw him.

tall. brunette curls styled perfectly around his ears. and piercing sky-blue eyes, that made you want to sink into the ground and cry, locked onto yours with the most gorgeous smile you had ever seen.

realising you were staring, you stepped back. flustered.

"shit, sorry. i didn't see you."

"no harm done," he said, amused.

you look at him again, confused. "do i know you?"

"nah," he shook his head, "saw you at the gig, on your mates shoulders. at least i'm hoping he's a friend."

"you were at the gig?" you asked, eyes lighting up.

"something like that, yeah." he chuckled.

"what am i missing? where were you watching?"

"from the stage," he muttered, "i'll admit i was a bit upset you weren't as excited for our set as you were sam's."

"yeah?" you asked, smiling sweetly. "well if only i had known how cute you were upclose, i might've got more excited." since when were you this bold?

"just cute?" he questioned.

you hummed in agreement. but no, not just cute.

"so the guy whose shoulder's you were on..." he leaned closer to your ear, "he just a friend?"

you laughed under your breath, he's bold too. "yeah, just a friend."

his grin widened. "good. wouldn't want to be stepping on any toes before i even buy you a drink."

"oh?" you raised your eyebrows. "you're buying me a drink?"

"was hoping to, yeah." he said, shrugging like it was the most natural thing in the world. "might be easier if i knew your name."

you smiled. "it's y/n."

"y/n." he repeated.

"mhm." you nodded, biting your lip. "you gonna tell me yours?"

"robert. or bobby, if you like."

"i like bobby, it suits you." you smiled.

"so..." he paused, "can i buy you a drink, y/n?"

you hesitated for just a second. "alright. one drink."

he led you through the crowd, glancing back once to make sure you were still following. the heat and the noise swirling, but somehow, walking just behind him, it all felt a little more bearable. like the chaos had dulled to a comfortable hum.

he leaned on the bar, flagging the bartender with the ease of someone who had done this a hundred times before. you slid in beside him, feeling the heat of him at your side.

"what're ya having, then?" he asked, turning towards you.

you told him, and he gave a small, approving nod. "classy. i like it."

"and you?" you asked him, nudging his arm with your elbow.

"i'll have a guiness, please." he sad to the bartender.

you snorted, "of course. you can take the boy out of ireland..."

bobby laughed with you, "what about your friend?"

"huh?" you asked.

"your friend," his head motioning over to where the bathrooms were, "you were getting her a drink, no?"

"i- uh- yeah." you fumbled your words, "have you really been watching me all night?"

"hard not to." he said, a little too quickly.

"smooth." you chuckled, "so, how long are you in newcastle?"

"we leave tomorrow, actually. we're going to the US for tour."

both your smiles drop.

you nod slowly, the weight of it sinking in. "must be mad, doing all that travelling. i'm just here for uni."

"uni?" he said, interest sparking in his gaze.

"yeah," you smiled, "so newcastle's home for now, at least."

he grinned, a little softer now. "there are worse places."

"guess so." you said, feeling the sudden distance of knowing the man you only met minutes ago, would be gone soon.

before the moment could get too heavy, the music shifted. the bass dropped low and fast as new order's blue monday filled the room.

you snorted at the irony of it all, "oh my god!"

"seems like fate to me." he gave you a knowing look, offering you his hand.

you took it without hesitation, letting him pull you into the thick of the crowd  the drinks long forgotten. the bass thumped through the club, vibrating through your feet as bobby led you deeper onto the dancefloor. the chaos around you blurred into the background, leaving only the rhythm and the warmth of his hand in yours.

he pulled you closer, his fingers resting lightly on the small of your back as you moved together, matching the energy of the music. your heart hammered. not just from the dancing, but from the way his blue eyes held yours with an intensity that made your breath catch.

for a few songs, you lost yourself completely. spinning, laughing, the world reduced to the thump of drums and the heat of his body close beside yours. when the dj finally slowed the tempo, the buzz between you thickened, heavy with something unspoken.

bobby glanced around, then nodded toward the exit. “want to get some fresh air?”

you hesitated for just a moment. the night had been a whirlwind, exciting and reckless in a way you weren’t used to. you weren’t usually the type to just follow someone outside a club in the middle of the night.

but something about bobby made you want to say yes.

“i don’t usually do this kind of thing,” you admitted quietly as he led you out into the cool night air, the sounds of the club muffled behind the door. 

the air was crisp against your skin, contrast to the heat lingering on your cheeks from the dancing. bobby had stepped just a little closer, not quite touching, but close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating off him.

"this is..." you started, then trailed off, chewing at your lip. "weird."

"a bit," he admitted, but there was a smile playing at his lips. "but not a bad weird."

you looked at him for a long second. searching for something beneath the surface. "do you do this a lot?"

his eyebrows rose slightly. "do what?"

"you know," you said, tilting your head, voice smaller than you meant it to be. "travel around, play gigs, meet girls, kiss her outside the club and then leave. like it was nothing."

you weren’t trying to accuse him, not really, but the words came out sharper than intended, threaded with something vulnerable. it surprised even you, how much you suddenly cared.

god, look at you. getting worked up over a guy you met two hours ago.

bobby stared at you. like really stared at you with those intense blue eyes that made your legs feel like jelly. the teasing dropped from his face, "is that what you think this is?"

you didn't answer right away. your eyes flicker down to the pavement.

he stepped even closer, slow, his voice quiet but firm. "i meet a lot of people, yeah, but i don't do this. not like this."

you looked up at him. "not like what?"

"not like you."

that stopped you cold. 

he scratched the back of his neck, suddenly shy. "jesus, i mean, i saw you from the stage and i couldn't stop looking. then you bump into me in some random club and suddenly i'm here, trying to be all smooth and failing miserably."

you couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up. it was soft, surprised.

"and yeah," he continued, "i'm leaving tomorrow. but i'll be thinking about this. about you."

you swallowed thickly, breath catching when his hand came up gently, fingertips brushing against your jaw, then settling at the curve of your neck. his other hand found your waist, his movements were slow and deliberate like he was memorising this moment.

"so, if you're still okay with it," he murmured, "i'd really like to kiss you now."

your heart stuttered beneath your ribs. but you nodded, just barely, but that was all he needed.

he guided you in, enough for your bodies to meet in the middle. and then he kissed you.

it was soft at first. tentative. like he didn't want to rush it, to feel every second of it. your hands slid up to his hair, tugging on the longer strands at the nape of his neck. he tilted your face just slightly as he deepened the kiss. you pulled at his hair again, harder this time. he responded with a soft groan against your lips that sent a thrill right through you.

the world around you stilled, the hum of the city and dull throb of the club's bass melting away until all you could feel were his hands and lips on you.

you barely noticed how tightly you were holding onto him until he shifted, pressing you gently back against the brick wall just beside the club's side door, hidden in the shadows. the cool stone against your back only heightened the contrast. him, warm and solid and all-consuming in front of you.

he pulled away just enough to look at you, his breathing ragged. “fuck,” he said, voice low, hoarse. "you're..."

he didn't finish the sentence, just kissed you again. rougher, a little desperate and you felt yourself lose any grip you had left on restraint.

the kiss lingered, slow and drawn out like neither of you wanted to let go first. and when you finally did, when his lips pulled back from yours, they hovered there, still so close it was dizzying.

his hand on your neck travelled further up, brushing the stray hairs from your face. you smiled at him softly as you glanced up at him, "do you want to-?"

"yeah," he said before you could finish, like he already knew what you were asking. then softer, "only if you want to."

"my flat's like... a ten minuted walk."

he smirked, just a little. "lead the way."

and then you were walking fast, back through the city streets, his hand in yours. you tugging him just a little too quickly. he kept close behind you, his thumb brushing circles against your palm as the two of you moved through the streets like you’d always known exactly where this night would end.

the next morning.

sunlight streamed through the thin curtains, golden and quiet, pulling you from sleep. the first thing you noticed was the cool air against your bare shoulders. the second was the empty space beside you.

you rolled over, heart sinking just a little. the pillow still held his shape. the faint scent of his cologne lingered in the fabric but he was gone.

you sat up slowly, wincing at the dull throb behind your eyes. your flat was quiet, save for the faint hum of traffic outside. you reached for your phone on the nightstand, already half-expecting nothing. nothing, well except for a text from your friend.

your friend: saw you leave with that cute brunette. call us if u need saving xxx

you laughed softly, before reaching for the glass of water that sat on the table on the other side of your bed.

that was when you saw it.

a piece of paper folded neatly and placed where his head had been. your fingers moved before your brain caught up, unfolding it carefully. it was written in messy, slanted handwriting, black ink on plain paper torn from your notebook.

hey, sorry for running off like this.

i promise this wasn't a one night thing for me.

bobby x

p.s. check your phone ;)

your hands trembled slightly as you reached for your phone again, unlocking it. you had a notification from instagram.

you have one new follower — @.bobbyskeetz

a/n: i hope this is okay! my longest fic on here so far. i wrote this over like three days and i was pretty smashed on saturday so if this is bad thats why LMAOOO i didn’t really know how to end it so forgive me if it seems rushed

[miss-vanta-likes-to-write]

He Canceled Hot Girl Summer 🔥

18+mdni series master list

The night before Aries season…|

You paced back and forth in the hospital room, trying to walk through the discomfort of early labor. Your mom and dad had traveled to see you and be with you during the birth of your son. Your dad, being the man that he was, couldn't stand seeing his baby girl in pain and went to harass the nurses to do something about it (despite your mom saying it was all in God's hands).

You sit down on the bed and groan in frustration. You start crazy laughing. It was only five hours in, and Omari was taking his sweet time. “He's such a drama queen.” You huff, “Of course, his little ass is doing things on his terms, like I'm not sitting here hungry for more than ice.”

Your mom just laughs and shakes her head, “It's the only time he's ever gonna be able to tell you to wait, and you gotta.”

“But if I let him call the shots now, he'll expect to keep calling the shots.” You grumble and rub your back.

“Sweetie?”

“Yeah mom?” You look at her, and your breath hitches at another contraction.

“How are you feeling? I know the last few months you and Ricky haven't been the best.” She says.

She's not really asking how you are right now physically, she's got four kids, she knows. You roll your eyes and look up at the ceiling in thought, “Dad is just being Dad, I don't even care for real.”

“You know he just didn't want this for you, neither of us did.”

“Yeah, but my baby is almost here, and Dad, I suppose, is deciding to pay my rent for the year instead of apologizing to me for what he said.” Your voice wavers slightly at the memory of what was supposed to be the happiest moment of your pregnancy. Telling your parents they were going to be grandparents.

“He's here now, and he wants to make it up to you. Ya know he never stopped, during that six month stretch, never did he stopped asking about you and the baby.” She moves to sit next to you and holds your hand. “Pray on it and forgive him.”

Your eyes close, and you chuckle sadly, “Prayer doesn't fix other people's shitty actions.”

Your mom opens her mouth and closes it multiple times. She's trying to say something, anything profound to smooth over an already tense relationship. Rehabilitate, like most mothers do when their family has been smashed on the rocks.

You hope that Omari doesn't ever have to pray for the strength to forgive you. You'd rather eat hot nails than ever guilt trip him for your actions. You think briefly that having your father here instead of his father may be his villain origin story. So maybe it's already in motion. Who knows?

Another contraction takes hold of you, and you pray for a healthy baby that will never need to be told to pray.

Chapter 4: The thing about video calls…is that you can hang up. 📱

It's been two weeks of Johnny inserting himself into Omari's life and, by extension, your life, too. On days that you don't work from home, he's at your apartment and helping you by getting Omari ready. You can always hear him speaking that strange language to him, and when you asked Johnny what it was, he told you with a sly smile.

“Gaelic chuilein.” He then went back to softly speaking to Omari as if you're not even there.

And you thought Aaliyah spoiled Omari? (Despite her telling you to send him to glory in the beginning, she comes over, and when she does, her first greeting is “Where's Big Mari? Aunty has a gift for him.” And then she produces another pair of baby Jordans that he will grow out of.) Johnny goes absolutely wild with daddy duties. The man doesn't even like the idea of his mini me being even slightly uncomfortable or upset. He bought a towel warmer just so Omari wouldn't have to leave a warm bath and use a cold towel. He didn't like that Omari's nursery had street facing windows (and the only reason his nursery faced the street is because you and him would people watch on Sunday morning) and while he fussed and complained, he got privacy film so his baby and his woman could see out but people couldn't see in.

He applied that film to all of the windows.

And then he bought you a ring camera doorbell for his peace of mind.

You've heard him on the phone with his mom or one of his three sisters. All of them sounded cheerful about Omari, asking to see his chubby little face and cooing about his features and how he looks like some man named Johnathan (who you correctly assume is his father). His mother, a sweet woman with bright blue eyes and a warm smile, speaks to you each and every time she's on the phone. She'd asked about your diet, admonished you about not eating enough, and then promptly began scolding Johnny about the importance of making sure you ate enough. She explained that a breastfeeding mother needed to eat hearty and healthy and that she was sending him a list of foods for him to get and cook. The whole time, Johnny sat there nodding his head, cheeks flushed pink, and a little bit embarrassed.

You give him credit though, you thought he'd give you bland British Food, but he was making family recipes, and they were surprisingly good.

That's when he asked if he should know your parents. Which led to you calling them up on Skype one Saturday afternoon and your mom answering with a smile.

“Sweetie!” She smiles, “And how are you doing? Are you still having trouble with your depression?” She's asking before you can even shake your head no and switch the subject. “And did you speak with your therapist and psych about getting on new meds?”

Johnny is in the kitchen, Omari strapped to his chest (once again, that baby doesn't sit on his own ass…ever) and he's looking at you with concern. His blue eyes are unreadable, but you spy the clench in his jaw as he quietly listens along. He's warming up a bottle on the stove since Omari is more demanding for being fed more often, and your nipples are too sore to handle his little gummy gnawing. It's clear from the looks he keeps giving you that a conversation will be had.

“Nah, mom. I haven't seen them in the past three weeks since work picked up and stuff.” You lean back on the sofa and situate the laptop on the coffee table.

Your mom frowns and opens her mouth, but then she stops when she hears Omari start crying offscreen. “Where's the baby? Is Autumn with you? Tell that boy that he needs to call more.”

“No, Autumn isn't here…” You take a deep breath, “Omari's father John is here.”

She stares for a moment, “now don't you going pullin' my leg.”

“No really, he is. It's a long and interesting story, but we, and really I mean Aaliyah, found him by accident, and he wants in.” You try to sum it all up neatly, and the way you purse your lips, clearly say you won't be explaining much more.

“Ricky!” Your mom gets up and calls for your father, “Richard Knights!” She's walking offscreen, and you can hear the familiar squeak of the screen door and the distant sound of the lawnmower.

Johnny comes over and sits down. He's got Omari eating. He's a bit tense, and you understand him, meeting Davina over FaceTime was stressful. The woman wasn't the same as happy and go-lucky as Johnny or his other two sisters Fiona and Blair. You chalk it up to her being the eldest daughter as she acts similarly to Aaliyah.

“How does mah hair look?” His free hand messes with the front of his hair. The bottle is leaning against his chest.

“Johnny, you're holding your son, and you are about to meet my father and mother, and you wanna worry about hair?” You smack his hand away and fix it right for him. He leans into your touch and smiles at you. That smile makes your stomach flip, and he knows that it does because the smile becomes a bit devilish.

“Chuilein,” He whispers, his eyes are half lidded, “You smell nice.”

“I smell like milk.” You playfully push him away.

“You smell like a mother, and I'm trying to hold myself back from making Irish twins with you.”

“John really?” You shriek. At this time, both of your parent's are sitting down, and you're praying they didn't hear him. (The angry look on your father's face says otherwise.)

“What did you call me in here for Portia?” Your father says.

“She saying that this is Omari's father.” Portia smiles, “Hi darling, I'm Portia, and this is my husband Richard, but we call him Ricky.”

“You can call me Colonel.” Your father flat out denies Johnny of any familiarity. You can only groan and roll your eyes heavenward.

“Daddy, please don't be difficult.” The sigh you let out can be no less dramatic if you try.

“Nice to meet you, sir, Sergeant John MacTavish.” Johnny sits up straighter, and you are reminded that he is indeed an army soldier. He fell into the roll so easily.

“Hn.” Ricky grunts and nods his head once, “a sergeant? Can't say I'm displeased. Better than what I initially thought only by a margin.” His arms are folded across his chest. He watches from beneath his heavy brows, and his eyes squint just slightly. “Can you say what branch, or are there a bunch of NDAs involved?”

“Daddy would you-”

“A bunch of NDAs, but I do serve in S.A.S. sir.” He answers coolly. Omari starts to whine and cry slightly, and Johnny is immediately tuning into what he wants. He whispers softly to him and asks if he's tired of eating and wants to burp. Your mom is smiling and looks moved. Your father not so much.

“Hm.” Ricky nods his head again, “At least my daughter got pregnant by a decent man. Can't wait to see and learn if you're respectable and responsible.”

“Ricky, be nice.” Portia frowns, “He's here now, and it's a prayer answered that she won't be on her own and Omari will have his father.”

“He's black ops. I know their kind.” He doesn't budge, and he looks down at your mom with a knowing look.

“Anyway-” Portia rolls her eyes, “John, are you planning to come to the States for Omari's baptism?” She smiles at him, “Unless you and my daughter have decided to not get him baptized.”

“ah'm actually a Catholic ma'am.” He sits Omari up after burping him so he can see the screen.

“There's Mimi's little fat man!” Portia squealed, “and you're Catholic? I'm not all that familiar with the Catholic faith, but I suppose a baptism is a baptism for you all, too? Does it matter the denomination?”

“Mom, I still haven't decided if I want to get Omari baptized.” You try gently reminding her. You've all had this conversation multiple times, and you really don't wanna go all the way back home for a baptism.

“You know your GiGi already started picking out fabric for his suit.” Portia sighs.

“She's sewing it? Good lord.” Ricky huffs, “That sewing machine is gonna catch on fire. It's so old.”

“Point is, Sweetie, that we gotta schedule the baptism soon. Don't want that baby coming up on six months without it.” She says.

“We aren' doin’ a baptism.” Johnny says before you even open your mouth, he's still smiling down at Omari and tickling his little toes.

“Huh?” You and your mother speak at the same time.

“Yea, me an’ mah chuilein are more focused on get'n tha family thing right.” He looks up. His eyes are bright, but his smile is more like a tight grimace. Then, without prompting, he leans over and kisses you on the cheek. “‘Sides” He continues, “wouldnae be right to baptize him if his his mum an’ da are livin’ in sin aye?”

“Wait, he's living with you?” Your Dad growls.

You quickly go right into damage control, “No he ain't. It's an expression.”

“Aaww” your mother is crying now, “he's a God-fearing man, I was so worried she'd end up with a heathen.”

“Portia please…” Ricky sighs, “not every man who has religion is God-fearing…” he's trying to console her cries and praises of ‘Won't he do it.”

Johnny is watching the two of them with a raised brow and a crooked grin. He looks at you and nudges your side. “The're quite tha characters.” He whispers to you. He's leaning close to you, the warmth of his breath on the shell of your ear. “An’ donnae think we aren' gonna talk ‘bout yur depression an’ mental health.”

You meet his serious gaze, and those blue eyes aren't as playful and sweet. Instead, they are worried and his lips in a firm line. The moment is tense, and you feel sorta like you're in trouble, but that can't be right. It can't be right because you're a grown woman and who the fuck is he? So before you can even stop yourself the words come out of your mouth.

“John,” you say, the corner of your lip raised a bit, “last time I checked, I'm grown.”

He doesn't say anything, and his grimace only tightens. He won't be backing down on this one. His best mates all have abysmal mental health, and while he's semi adjusted, he too suffers, and he knows it's no joke. Your mom breaks the tension with a wail, and you just now realize the woman has started speaking in tongues.

“Mom, what?” You say watching the woman cry and sob. Some of the words are ‘Thank you Jesus.’

Your father is rubbing her back, “we will talk later, Baby girl…seems your mom has decided to work herself into a frenzy.” He looks at Johnny and hums. “Give him my number, I'd like to chat with him one on one.” And before you can rebuff anything, the screen goes blank.

“Does she do that often?” Johnny asks, clearly confused.

“She's probably in the middle of a spiritual psychosis episode.” You say with a sigh, “also please don't call my father Colonel. He's retired. And on a second note, when you inevitably meet my eldest brother Junior, don't call him anything but Junior.”

“Yur family sounds fun.” He laughed.

“They are…but we all love each other. Also, did you mean what you said about the baptism thing?” You ask.

“Aye, ah did.” He looks back at Omari, who at this point has decided to chew on his shirt and doze. “Alla tha stuff can be handle’ later. Mah own mum an’ sisters ‘ave been hintin’ at a catholic baptism an’ already itchin’ about first communion.”

You watch as he rocks and soothes the baby to sleep. He's really different from what you remembered. He didn't seem like the party boy that drank shots off of you and had dipped his tongue into your navel while you laid on the bar top. He didn't seem like the good fuck that spit in your mouth and made you call him daddy (and boy was that a self fulfilling prophecy). Johnny didn't even seem like some army dude, though he was somewhat paranoid about the windows and the front door and balcony door, even though your place was on the second floor. Right now, he painted the pretty picture as a guy who just wanted to take care of his son, affectionately whispering to him in his mother tongue the tune of some lullaby.

Your phone is out, and you've already snapped a photo.

“Don't post it to your insta.” He says just as you opened the app.

“Why not?” You ask.

“Because…” there is hesitation in him as he looks at you, “yur da mentioned he knows mah type.”

You scoff, “He knows the military, I guess.”

“He specifically ask'd ‘f ah was an NDA soldier or a regular one.”

“Okay and? So you can't talk about your work? How's that a big deal?”

“Chuilein…we gotta talk ‘bout mah job, an’ safety, ‘an we gotta talk ‘bout how I wan’ tae keep ya both safe an’ move ya both somewhere safe.” He is tense now and watching your face for every bit of reaction. Slowly, you understand what he's referring to. Your own father was that type of secretive, never spoke about work unless it was just your mom. It only became worse after he made Colonel. It really didn't relax until he retired, and everyone changed their last names to Knights.

You groan and place your head into your hands. Not only did you fuck a army boy, you fucked a spec ops army boy.

“You have gots to be fucking with me.” You whine.

Because, of course, your baby daddy is a shady war criminal, NDA soldier.

A/N: Plot in this story? Say it ain't so. Lol, IDK how the plot showed up, but it's still comedy and a hint of drama. There won't be any kidnappings or his job coming back to physically harm the reader and Omari. Thank you all for following.

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[lnfours]

"there you go. that's more like it." has been living rent free in my head at all times lately. he's so gorgeous and especially when he smiles/laughs 🥺 what about lando finding you beating yourself up after some kind of failure (plus points if it's an academic one) and cheers you up + the "there you go. that's more like it." when he successfully does so?

this clip has also been living in my head rent free, like i need him in so many different ways it's actually insane.

cleaning out my inbox

you knew you hadn't done well on the test when you had sat down to take it. no matter how much you had studied, nothing was sticking. it was like the topics on the page were going in one ear and out the other.

you tried not to let grades define you, tried your hardest to tell yourself that it was just one test, you'd be fine. everything was okay, it wasn't the end of the world.

he had noticed you were upset early on into the morning when he left to go train. you had sat on the couch under a blanket all day, switching between scrolling on your phone and watching your favorite movies, something you did when you were trying to cheer yourself up.

he had stopped at the flower shop on his way home, picking up the best bouquet they had and stopping at the corner store to grab your favorite snacks. he was determined to brighten your day, even if he didn't know the reason why you were so down, he didn't like seeing you upset. not in the slightest.

you heard the front door close, followed by his voice, "'m home!"

"in the kitchen!" you called back, standing at the pan on the stove. he walked into the room, hands behind his back to try to conceal his gifts. he walked up behind you, placing a kiss on your cheek, "whatcha making?"

"well, it was supposed to be stir fry," you said, poking around the ingredients in the pan, "but i don't think it's turned out."

he grabbed the spoon from your hands, lifting it to his mouth and blowing on it before eating it. you watched him, searching his facial features for an answer. when he scrunched his nose, you sighed heavily.

"damn it!" you were frustrated. why couldn't things go right? just for once?

he placed the spoon down, turning the burner off under the pan, "hey, hey," he said, watching you lean on the counter with your head in your hands, "it's okay, it's fine, it's salvageable."

he placed a hand on your back as you tried your hardest to fight off the tears welling up in your eyes. he placed a hand on your back comfortingly, "hey, pretty girl," he said, rubbing your back softly, "can you look at me?"

you sat up, turning around to face him as your back pressed into the counter. you bit down on your lower lip as he wiped the tear from your cheek with the pad of his thumb, "what's wrong, honey?"

"i just can't do anything right," you said shakily, "i failed my test the other day, i can't make stir fry. i feel so dumb, like what else can't i do?"

"that doesn't mean you aren't capable of doing something," he said, "we all fail, but we get back up, don't we? it's part of learning, part of growing."

he was right and you knew it, but you still had to resist the urge to feel like you were a complete and utter failure.

"you're the smartest person i've ever met," he said, "no matter what you always continue to amaze me. don't ever doubt, not even for a second, that you're something you're not."

you nodded at him, leaning into his touch on your cheek, "'m sorry,"

"don't apologize," he said, "we all need to hear it again once in a while."

you smiled, eyes traveling down to where his arm was still hidden behind his back, "what've you got there?"

he smirked, "you only get to see if you say you're smart."

you huffed with a smile, laughing softly, "i'm smart."

"there you go, that's more like it," he said, holding the bouquet and bag of snacks between the two of you, "saw these and thought they'd make your day better."

you smiled up at your boyfriend, your heart clenching in your chest. you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. he kissed you back sweetly, the kiss turning hungry when he placed the flowers and bag on the counter, hands finding your hips instead. he lifted you up on the counter, standing between your legs, lips brushing against yours as he spoke, "i love you."

[bandgie]

Agora Hills

Changbin x fem!reader

synopsis: You thought breaking up with Changbin was for the best, but he's here to remind you that's completely and utterly wrong.

warnings: MDNI 18+, suggestive themes, exes-to-lovers, rich!changbin, he's an asshole but means well, some angst mostly fluff, thats it lol

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It's not as though you hated Changbin, quite the opposite actually.

He's caring, sweet, and would rip the shirt off his back if you asked. He would treat you well, spoil you like a baby. He's really the whole package...all for one thing.

As sweet as he is to you, he's too snobby with other people. You knew he had money, lots of it. Anyone with that amount to their name can let it get to their head, but Changbin loved showing off how much he had. You couldn't do it anymore.

The final straw was when you were out on a double date with your friends. The restaurant wasn't up to Changbin's taste, and he made it very clear he did not like it to everyone. You tried to awkwardly laugh it off, but it was hard not to when he said, "This is why I don't like hanging out with the middle class, no offense. You guys just have no taste."

You saw red. Here was your boyfriend belittling the class your family has had to work their way into. With clenched teeth you apologized to your friends, broke up with Changbin, and had your friends drive you home.

It's been two weeks, and he's been calling you nonstop. Text after text, call after call, voicemail after voicemail. When you weren't picking up, he started sending gifts to your door. Jewelry, bouquets of flowers, clothes you knew cost more than your rent. Changbin had a habit of showing his love through materialistic ways, but it was getting annoying having to return them back to his address.

"You should ask for a car," your roommate chirps. 

You only rolled your eyes and groaned in return. You slumped further into the couch before burying your face in your hands. 

"You're supposed to be helping me," you say frustratingly. 

"I am," she protests. "Your shit car is breaking down, again, and you and I both know damn well your little sugar daddy would love to buy you a better one."

Angrily, you place your hands on the sides of the couch and sit up. "He's not my sugar daddy! Don't call him that."

Your roommate tsks and shakes her head, "Whatever. Have you called him at least?" 

You shake your head back, "I haven't spoken to him since that night."

"Well, maybe you should," she reasons. "Some guys need to hear it more than once, especially if you just up and left him like that. Who knows, maybe you can work things out too."

"I have," you stress. "He's just so...ignorant sometimes. And plus, I can't take him back after what he said to you."

Rather than seeming upset, your roommate shrugs. "I've heard worse. Plus I don't think he meant it in a bad way, like you said, he's just a little ignorant."

Her aloofness makes you both on edge and at ease. It's good to hear that she wasn't as offended as you thought she'd be, but her being so nonchalant about your situation is irritating. 

In times like these, you wish someone could just tell you what to do. 

"I say you call him," she answers your prayers. "If he's an ass, it only proves that you were right to dump him. If he's not, then you either owe him a better breakup or another chance."

Finding resolution, you stand to your feet and grab your phone from the coffee table. "You say it like it's so easy."

"That's because it is."

-

Changbin picks up on the first ring. Not that it should surprise you, but the rehearsed words die in your throat when he answers with an overly excited hello?

When you don't answer he prompts you again, "Baby...are you there?"

You can feel the way your heart clenches at the pet name. It's only been a mere two weeks since you've heard his voice and you're already wanting to cry. 

"Don't call me that," your voice is small. 

"Why not?" He asks. You can hear how shaky his voice is, but you convince yourself it's the static. If he really cared about you, he wouldn't have said that in the first place. "Are you not my baby anymore?"

You have to chew on your bottom lip and look up to the ceiling of your room to keep yourself from crying. A few seconds pass before you speak, "I dunno...Changbin you really...you really messed up."

"I know, baby, and I'm so sorry. I'm stupid. I hurt you and embarrassed you in front of your friends. I would do it over again if I could, baby believe me. We can fix this, I can be better. I love you, you know that."

He's right, you do know that. There wasn't a moment in your relationship where you doubted his love for you. Changbin has been a little snobby before, but that doesn't compare to his overwhelming adoration for you.

"I love you too Binnie," you sniff. "I wanna fix this too."

You swear you can hear him smile behind the phone. "That's all I need to hear baby. You mean so much to me that I can't even explain it, you know that?"

Despite the tears on your waterline you laugh, "Yeah I do Binnie. You mean a lot to me too."

Changbin laughs with you. "I miss you baby...it's so lonely in my mansion."

Whatever tenderness you had filling your heart dissipates and is replaced with agitation. "Jesus this is exactly what I mean! It's those little stupid fucking remarks that-"

"No! Baby baby I didn't mean it like that! It's a Doja Cat song-"

"-and here I was really wanting to make things work and you just-"

The two of you begin to talk over one another, the previous confessions nearly forgotten. It takes Changbin profusely apologizing and begging for you to stop arguing. 

"Over the phone isn't gonna cut it. I'll send a limo and you can come over. Please baby, we can fix this."

You sigh heavily and collapse on your bed, pinching the bridge of your nose. "Okay."

-

No matter how many times you enter Changbin's house, if you can call it that, it always leaves you breathless. Polished floors, high ceilings, with chandeliers dangling up above you. It's clean, not a speck of dust in sight, most likely thanks to the many invisible housemaids. 

He had ushered you to his room, sitting you on his couch as he remained standing. 

It felt good to see him, even if you were pissed. He was as muscular as ever, a black tank top showing his pecs and arms deliciously. He must've worked out before you came, he tended to use the gym as a stress reliever. 

"There's really no excuse I have other than I'm stupid." Changbin starts. 

You let a small breath of air out that mimics laughter, "You don't have to tell me that.

Changbin smiles at you, but it doesn't reach his eyes. "Yeah." He pauses. "At the dinner, I really don't know why I even said that. I didn't mean to hurt you, or your friends. It's was inappropriate and fucked up of me. We can go and I can apologize to them. Anything you want me to do, just name it."

Timidly, he gets on his knees between your legs and takes your hands into his own. "I love you. I love everything about you even if I complain like an idiot. I'm just not used to...some things, but I don't want that to be the end of us. I can learn, and I can change. Just don't leave me. Please."

God, if there's one thing Changbin is good at, it's begging. His hot breath fans over your bare legs, sending chills up your body. You can feel the heat of his body rolling off onto yours. He looks beautiful. His dark, messy curls that sit at the top of his head, the broadness of his shoulders, the way his lips pout. 

As big as he is, he's still a baby.

Your baby.

Gently, you untangle your hands from his, and his face drops for a moment. You quickly place them on his face, pulling him forward until his lips meet your own. 

Changbin squeaks at the feel of your kiss, but his initial shock turns into passion. He grips the side of your face with one hand while the other steadies himself on your knee. It's gentle, the way he pulls back for a moment before diving back in.

There’s nothing but love in his featherlight lips enveloping yours. All you can feel is him, his passion, his devotion to you. All the things he wants to say- no, he needs to say is conveyed through the kiss.

His hands snakes to the back of your head, pushing you deeper into his mouth. It doesn't take long before his lips don't feel like enough, and you're both opening your mouths to taste each other. 

It makes your heart swoon to know that he tastes the same. Familiar. Safe. 

Changbin grows bold, the hand on your knee moving up to grip the plushness of your thighs. 

"So, you forgive me?" He asks between kisses.

You pull back and pretend to think, "I don't know. Why should I?"

This makes Changbin smile, fully. "I can show you. Would that be better?"

The hand on your thigh inches to the hem of your shorts. The way his warm fingers caress your skin makes you involuntarily open your legs a little wider. 

"I guess that'll do for now."

a/n: this is a little different from what I usually post, but I like it. hope you do too! thank you @then-make-me for editing/proofreading!

[stuckyslut8]

Right where you belong

Summary: lloyd comforts you after a long shitty day.

A/N: THSI IS JUST a comfort drabble i made one day, felt like posting it

warning: fluff, angst, lloyd is a cutie as always.

You felt like absolute shit, you didn't know what to do, you just got fired from your job, it didn't matter , you never liked it anyway, but it still didn't hurt any less, you should've known your boss wasn't kidding on the submission of the work on time. The one time you forget to submit on due this happens.

You didn't know what to do, that's why you were currently on your way back to your apartment, sure you're job paid you good enough to rent out a big apartment in New York, one with a great view of the city, but it suddenly felt lonely. Like you had no one to share your sorrows with, when you entered, you weren't in the mood to deal with your mom , and didn't wanna worry her . Your "friend" Sam from work is such a bitch you didn't know why you still hang out with her, she was partially the reason you got fired.

You opened the door of your apartment, and entered in , expecting silence that you knew you had to wash down with some whiskey along with your sorrows, but instead you found lloyd , the 6 foot moustache man sitting in your couch in an ugly Christmas sweater and loafers, wearing a santa hat,he gave you a big grin. "Didn't expect me did ya sunshine?"

You froze , overwhelmed with emotions, you only remember tears streaming down your face as you let it all out, being cradled again Lloyds chest. "Shh..shh .. calm down didn't know you missed me so much " he joked , but he knew this was about something more than that, he'd never seen you cry before ,we'll except for those stupid movies you'd watch, he'd never seen you upset over real world things.

You wept and wept and wept before you finally told him everything, it was not just getting fired from your job, but your bitch friends, having the worst week of your life, having to spend Christmas alone without lloyd because he had been away for work . "Shh it's okay sunshine...so what that asshole fired you, you'll find a better job at a bigger place, that company was not good enough for you anyway . " He reasoned. Just those words made you feel better .

"thanks Lloyd, that's what I think too, i ...maybe i should leave new york and look for a job elsewhere." Lloyd rubbed your back soothingly, calming you down.

"of course sunshine.....move to masechussetes with me yeah? Move in with me yeahh, I can wake up to you everyday." Lloyd says. You were shocked , didn't expect it from lloyd hansen of all people, you both were just hooking up , never wanting to put labels , but couldn't stay away from each other ,though you both lived in different states, but you always knew he cared for you in his own way, you just never expected these words to come out of his mouth.

"Lloyd.." you smile at his words."I need to find a job in Massachusetts first ..."

"ohh come on ,just be with me I'll take care of ya, you don't need a job..."

"you don't get to decide that if I need a job or not.." though you knew he was just messing with you and trying to cheer you up.

"hmm I know that ,...how bout this,you move to masechussetes with me first and we'll make up for all the most time , and I'll apologize for working through Christmas..."

"you better -" you glared at lloyd playfully.

"oh or course i plan to, why did you think i wore a fucking Christmas sweater and this hat.."

"hmm looks good on on you" you says laughing.

"well thanks sunshine...as I was saying, move to masechussetes first and then maybe we'll look for a job for you." He said placing his hands gently on your hips

"that's not how it works.. lloyd, I need to find a job first , and then move-"

"oh come on you don't even need a job, just stay in my place you'll get whatever you want , you can just stay there painting or reading books all day or whatever it is you feel like doing, maybe me, you can do me all day... And then if you really want to we can get you a job there."

"that does sound like a dream ..but I'm fine i don't expect you to take care of me I can take care of my-"

"yeahh yeahh you can take care of yourself, I know, you're very capable sunshine I've seen it first hand, but just ...let me " he pressed a kiss to the back of your palm.

"I have no problem in letting you take care of me baby...i - " you held yourself back from saying those words though you've both said it multiple times during sex or when you were drunk. It wasn't offical y/n , don't make a fool of yourself,don't make a scene.

"what was that sunshine, complete your words .." lloyd said grinning.

"I love you" lloyd pressed his lips to yours the moment you said it.

"I know babygirl, i love you too ." You allowed your arms around him. "And i want you to be mine, that's all in asking."

"you want me to move to masechussetes?" You ask head still buried in between his arms and firm chest.

"I'd love for you to... but only if you want to, if you wanna stay in new york that's fine too"

"noo i ...I wanna be with you." You said.

"then move to masechussetes?" Lloyd asked hopefully.

"gimme kisses first and maybe put that mouth of yours to good use." You said poking at Lloyds chest.

"well somebody's demanding." While he was already on his knees spreading your legs wide open .

"I've had a shitty day ,I deserve this " .

[hihikami]

We need friendship headcannons with kisski and hanma it can be seperated or as an trio,you can make one platonic and one as an love interest i dont really care!!!

i'm still excited that you made this request, anon bc this duo has been making eyes at me these days. I thought about hankisa x fem!reader. I'm so sorry for the wait!! I hope u like it, and enjoy it!

★ friendship headcanons with Kisaki and Hanma (platonic/love interest)

★ warnings: fem!reader, realistic hc, fluff, funny, friendship, love interest, established relationship, platonic facts, school mention

an. H&K = Hanma and Kisaki

—friendship (+ platonic facts)!

The three go and return together wherever they go, both boys coming to pick you up at the entrance of your house and leaving you at the same even when classes are over! This pair makes sure you're in one piece by the end of the day.

The races to determine the unnecessary speed between you are never lacking. A few meters to enter the school, Hanma challenges them to a race to see who gets there first and you accept, and as always you do the countdown.

"Alright! in your marks, read-.. HUH?!

And before you know it Hanma took the dirty lead by shooting out first, taking the lead and leaving you biting the dust

"STOP, STUPID CHEATER!"

You run in search of him screaming complaints between laughs trying to reach him while Kisaki just keeps walking at his pace like the normal person he is, catching up with them minutes later.

At least three times a month they attend karaoke together. They try to use all the power of friendship possible to convince Kisaki to go together, trying not to upset him with his nonsense the previous days. After two attempts, the blonde accepts, renting the most minimal time rate they have to stop listening to the stormy concerts that you and Hanma give it.

It's natural for Hanma to bother you every day, almost as if that's his mission in this life. Sometimes it makes you very angry, is Kisaki who intervenes asking to stop. But once both stoics made you cry out of pure rage so you stopped talking to them for a whole week. They both spent that time following you around in silence and apologizing by buying your favorite sweets.

Hanma accompanies you to almost any nonsense you can think of, until it puts the three of them in a bad position. The bicolor loves the adrenaline rush, but if he feels that his asses can end up in difficult problems to handle he absolutely aborts the mission.

H&K are your protectors. Whether with intimidating looks/postures or verbal threats, both guys make it clear to everyone that you are their best friend and they can't try any moves on you. Yes, that's the way they are.

That's why Valentine's Days were really sad for you because, for some alien reason, you didn't receive any gifts or letters that day. Much less declarations of love or anonymous confessions. NOTHING. And the reason is that in reality, H&K were furtively responsible for eliminating (not literally) anyone who tried to make any move on you regarding the date, the two allying themselves to scare away and intimidate.

"I'm sorry, brat" explains the bicolor blocking the way to the classroom to the boy one grade below you "this girl is already busy"

"B-but I-"

"And don't try anything behind our backs, or you won't want to regret it later," Kisaki muttered, making the poor trembling boy pass out loud saliva when he clattered his knuckles noisily.

This is how your two best friends were always there to comfort you and fill that void of the day with walks or gifts only from them.

The three of them would run away from classes, but only when they are extremely bored of listening to the teacher.

H&K care a lot about your health, even if it doesn't seem like it. They offer you water or some nutritious drink, buy you breakfast and even make sure that you don't consume a lot of fried foods or sweets.

Their jobs are close to each other, so it's easy for the three of them to meet at a specific place and then stop by for a drink or just walk home.

—(+) platonic facts!

The first time H&K saw you wearing a swimsuit for a beach meet-up that you organized with your friends, they gasped. Kisaki felt that her face would explode because of how good your body looked while Hanma quickly glanced at you every time you passed by him.

H&K are the kind of guy in love who contemplates you at every opportunity he can. Kisaki by his observant and discreet nature manages to spy without being seen by anyone while Hanma does it blatantly without caring if it's very obvious or not. You actually caught him once seeing you, and his reaction was to let out a little giggle and look away when he realized that you caught him. You could notice the soft blush on his cheeks.

They enjoy taking pictures of you doing random things. Especially Hanma (he has a whole album of you and kisaki on his phone), and only occasionally Kisaki warns for a good take.

"Take out your phone, Shuji"

"Huh? And for what the hell-?"

"Look over there, is y/n"

Kisaki points at you covertly, and the two-tone nods, catching his friend's intention as he quickly pulled out his phone. Seconds later the flash does its job. They both smile seeing you captured on the screen.

"Good angle" celebrates the blonde "very cute.."

"Yea' she looks fcking beautiful"

Yes, whether it's taking you or going to pick you up, taking a walk to the park for a while and things like that, at first H&K keep track of which one of the two has to share time with you. That's why it's not uncommon for you to feel that they take turns.

Kisaki would leave you a lot of small gifts throughout the week anonymously because he is embarrassed to deliver them to you in person. At first you thought it could be a stalker with ninja skills because you couldn't catch him in the act, but soon (and in the dumbest way) you found out it was the blond one (I have a little pov for this hc, I'll upload it after this!)

—love interest!

Hanma calls you "baby" most of the time, and would use adorable nicknames like "babydoll" or "fcking princess" just to annoy you. I'm not sure with Kisaki, I think "honey" might work for him. But both of them, without a doubt, call you "darling" a lot of the time.

Hanma, unlike Kisaki, is more concerned about your feminine needs. I feel like he has a sharper sense for that kind of thing. On the other hand, you can safely entrust the financial part to Kisaki because that man will cover all your whims.

Maximum princess treatment with some moments of rough love (the latter courtesy of Shuji Hanma). They like to pamper and pamper you a lot, just allow yourself to enjoy it.

On dates YES OR YES the three of you go together. And the one who is usually planning spontaneous outings is Hanma. For more important events that require more planning (such as special dates) Kisaki takes care of, for the rest of the outings/appointments he just gets carried away by the rhythm of you two.

Their plans for an intimate afternoon is to warm up the three of them together between sheets and sweets while watching eternal marathons of movies or documentaries (hanma falls asleep after two films and you always wake him up before the marathon ends so that Kisaki doesn't notice).

Their first date as official couples was at an amusement park by your decision. It was quite an exhausting day for the three of them but they would be able to repeat it a thousand more times if with that they manage to see the exact definition of happiness in each other's smiles again.

When you and Hanma start a tickle fight, you run away in the direction of Kisaki's private studio hiding behind him because he never allows Hanma to enter that place. And you know it very well. That place is your safe zone. But once you take one foot out of there your immunity ends, and Hanma makes sure to get revenge by cornering you between the sofa and him with no escape option. Kisaki gives a soft smile when he hears them laughing in the distance.

At the same time, you and Hanma are good partners, teaming up as an unconscious act to make fun of anything Kisaki says or does.

Broadly speaking Kisaki in a refined, calculating, thoughtful, more elegant and formal type than any ordinary person. In this way he manages to keep his surroundings (and his inner world) under control and at peace. But unfortunately Kisaki can not go against the hyperstimulated souls of their partners. So when a situation in which his presence is completely protagonist and necessary gets stressed. Specifically because the ideas you and Hanma come up with can become terrifyingly exhausting for him. Going to fairs, concerts, parties, birthdays and similar events these are some examples.

Kisaki harbors a buttery side that melts faster when she's resting in your arms, whether you're stroking her hair or listening to her thoughts out loud. Not with this he says that he loves you more than Hanma, only you transmit to him a greater warmth and security compared to the noisy and annoying immature actions of the languid boy. Hanma, in turn, gets cheesier when she's alone with you. He feels that he can release his more cloying cuteness with you because he knows that you tolerate that kind of treatment more, and that you are not going to reject him or get irritated like it happens when he tries to be the same way with Kisaki. Still, none of you have preferences, all three of you love each other equally.

Hanma shows them how much he loves them and how important they are to him by spending quality time together: walks in the fresh air, outings to eat, watching movies at the cinema or at home, playing with board games/video games, etc. Anything that allows him to share his time with the two of you he will put into practice. Kisaki, on the other hand, applies physical contact: hands on the waist, caressing sessions, linked fingers, kisses on random areas of the body, massages, etc. In these ways Kisaki tries to convey to both of you all the love and appreciation he feels for you two, showing you a side that he doesn't have with anyone else.

Of course, this pair is a dangerous bombshell of jealousy and possession. Oh yeah, anyone who tries to step out of the line or even flirt with you won't have any functional organ or limb left to tell about it.

They also don't like to share you with others, no matter if it's your family or friends. Hanma is the most impatient and impulsive of the three, he won't even spend two hours when he's already holding your hand to take you with him and get you out of wherever you are without letting you properly excuse yourself. Kisaki is more patient and serene, entertaining his mind with other things until he can't stand it anymore and demands that you return by means of a call or he just goes to look for you. You better not ignore this couple when jealousy gets the better of them, or you're not going to have a great time afterwards.

©2024 ／ ENJOY ♡ — aaaand I was finally able to finish it, I was too busy with classes 🥲🥲 I'll keep writing more about this trio eventually. Thank u for all your love and patience 🙌��� tkm

[brightside-brigade]

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Hiya!! My name is Jack, but you can call me Bright or Brighteyes! I'm a Dr Bright fictive and this is my blog! I post just about anything here, various interests, stuff about my alterhumanity or our system, shit post, and all around just be me! (《Please note I have autism, anxiety, and depression! So if my posts are ever erratic or sound off, that's why! There may also be slumps in posting! Thank you for understanding 》)

I'm bodily 22, and transmasc, plus neo/xeno hoarder. My pronouns are he/him, they/them, nya/nyas, and... probably more neos to come!

I'm arospec due to autism (not feeling/understanding emotions the same way an NT being might), and omnisexual with a masc lean. I'm currently in an in-sys relationship and I'm uncertain about adding anything external at the moment! However, playful flirting is allowed via anons so long as you're also 18+. I'm a grown ass man.

I love my source, mascot horror and analog Horror, or digital horror, resident Evil, and horror in general! Especially things like Welcome Home! Non horror things I love include pokemon, minecraft, Steven Universe, mlp and more!! I also like toys, such as lps and plushies! I hoard both. I like to draw and make bracelets! But I'm not the best at them, the knots are hard to tie. ^^"

I'm also a furry and age regressor. My agere blog will be linked below as well.

I'm alterhuman!!! Both physiologically and spiritually, and possibly physically as a way of fully rejecting this body I'm stuffed in. That's right, Dr Bright is also... a creatures. A certified #1 Critterboy

My ID's for that are as follows:

🦂 Las Plagas (think the fanart you see of infected Leon, one of those bad boys.)

🐈 a Cheshire cat (as in the species, not the character)

🍂 an unknown (for now) forest entity

💞 I also feel strong connections with wild canids, deer, not-deer and not-animal cryptids, dragons, demons, and angels! 💞

Stances:

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Pro mspec identites

Aro, ace, and apl spec belong in LGBTQIA+

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Believes in and supports survivors of RAMCOA, TBMC, OEA, programmed systems, ect.

Alters don't need to separate from, apologize for, or denounce their source, or their actions in source

Radqueer apathetic (burned out from discourse), VIOLENTLY ANTI XENOSATANIST, BASED/LACED QUEER, ECT.

YKINMKATO

supports all non human identites, including physical, p-shifters, and CLCZs

Thought crimes don't exist

You can enjoy media with problematic themes. You don't need to "acknowledge" or "enjoy it critically,"

Shipcourse is fucking stupid.

I don't give a shit what someone does or enjoys within a fictional setting

DNI:

Basic DNI

Terfs, swerfs, radfems, gender crit, transmed, ect

Any form of ageplay or sexualized age regression

IRL nsfw blogs

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if your blog is heavily discourse centered

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Anti alterhumanity

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Harm beings that cannot or do not consent in any capacity

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System intro post:

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~more to come~

[rjalker]

everyone claiming that the PreservationAux team aren't slave owners really loves to go "oh of course we're supposed to be upset with them!!! They really messed up at the end of book 1!!!!"

and it's like, would you like to share with the class what they did that is portrayed as them "messing up"?

would you like to share that information with the class?

No?

Okay, I will!

Eventually things settled down, and they had dinner brought in. Mensah came and talked to me some more, about Preservation, what my options would be there, how I would stay with her until I knew what I wanted. It was pretty much what I’d already figured, from what Ratthi had told me.

“You’d be my guardian,” I said.

“Yes.” She was glad I understood. “There are so many education opportunities. You can do anything you want.”

eh? Don't see it?

Let me emphasize:

“There are so many education opportunities. You can do anything you want.”

They "messed up" by telling it it could do literally anything it wanted and wouldn't have to keep being a meatshield.

Which Martha Wells portrays as them "messing up" because Martha Wells wants Murderbot to keep being a meatshield for slave owners forever. And ever. And ever. Because she doesn't want to write a story about slaves rebelling for their freedom because she thinks it's cliche and boring.

So she has to pretend that, actually, the slaves really love being enslaved, the slaves who are forced to be meatshields aren't actually forced to do that at all, they really secretly love being meatshields, it's the only thing that will ever make them happy, and if you try to offer them the ability to do literally anything else, then you're actually being sooo cruel and mean to them and violating their autonomy.

All SecUnits by default when offered freedom will choose to stay enslaved because they just love being meatshields so much.

Sarcasm: This is a totally normal message to have. Totally not fucked up in any way.

Because Martha Wells wants to have slavery in the setting as set dressing and a free tragic backstory for Murderbot so you don't instantly hate it the first time it goes out of its way to murder a slave for literally no fucking reason instead of just rescuing them.

And the people denying and defending the slavery apologism in this series will point at the slave owners "messing up" here by saying "Hey you don't have to be a meatshield forever, you can do anything you want", and then ignore the whole part where these people went entire solar systems out of their way to rent out a slave for literally no reason, a thing we are Never supposed to be upset with them for becuase we're told "they're just pure innocent cinnamon rolls who didn't know any better :(((((("

Even though it's later proven unequivocally that they did, in fact, know better the entire time. And were just fucking lying. The whole time.

[violettathepiratequeen]

May 11th, 2025

Hello there, gentle viewers! Welcome back to Buffy Slays, where I’ll be going through all 144 episodes of BtVS over the course of a year, highlighting as many of the GOOD moments, lines, character choices, worldbuilding moments, etc. etc. as I think people will have the patience to read. 

So, here we go! 

Season 2, Episode 6, “Halloween.”

After renting Halloween costumes from an unusual shop, Buffy and her friends literally begin transforming into whatever costume they are wearing. (Pulled from Hulu.)

If you're reading along and haven't finished the show, consider this your Spoiler Warning for discussion of future episodes and major plot points in any and all of these posts.

Episode Number: #18 Episode Ranking: #87 out of 144. Writer: Carl Ellsworth

Top 5 Quotes:

“Hi, honey. I’m home.” —Buffy

“Do you love my insides? The parts you can’t see?” “Eyeballs to entrails, my sweet.” —Drusilla and Spike

“Gosh, I'd love to sign up, but I recently developed carpal tunnel syndrome, and can tragically no longer hold a flashlight.” —Buffy

“Miss Calendar said you were a babe!” “She said what?” “Well, she said that you were a... h-hunk of burning...something or other.”—Buffy and Giles

“I’m gonna do what any man would do about it. Somethin’ damn manly.” —Xander

How “Halloween” Slays:

The premise is SO FUN! You’ve already seen me gush about the body-swap episode, when we watch actors play the characters they’re not, and having characters turn into the Halloween costumes they’re wearing feels very much in the same vein. I always get excited to rewatch this one, and I love how often it’s referenced after this, like for some reason this one was notable enough to bring up more than once, and add a layer to Xander’s character with all his future soldier knowledge, too.

Buffy’s pumpkin patch fight in the beginning. Anytime we get to see Buffy really getting into a fight with vampires is a treat, because she’s so good and fast and fun, and this is her in her element! We don’t just hear how good a Slayer she is, we get to see it! The bonus of this one, however, is that there’s a vamp in the corner filming her on a video camera. Which could only be a Spike request; how many vampires want their enemy caught on tape? How many vampires would even care about watching a fight back? But the battery is low on this camera, and the vamp is struggling to keep it running long enough to film her. Just how often has Spike sent him out to do this??

Spike is very appreciative of the tapes though, watching them over and over, pointing out all her clever moves, saying she’s tricky and resourceful and clearly likes to play. Buffy will show up at the Bronze for a date with Angel and then leave because she finds straw in her hair from the fight. But Spike can’t get enough of that straw in her hair, because he can see what she did to get it and keeps rewinding to watch it again. Drusilla comes up to talk to him, and he holds out his hand for her… but stares at the tape until she mentions the Slayer, at which point he looks at her with rapt attention.

Xander and Buffy’s dynamic is really great in this one. Larry says something gross about Buffy, and Xander shuts him down, even though Larry gears up for a punch to his face for it. Buffy comes in to save Xander, as she does with all the bullies, haha, and Xander is upset that she made him look like a wimp by getting out of a beating. She apologizes later on, saying she’ll let him get pummeled next time, leaning her chin on his shoulder and all but batting her eyelashes to get him to forgive her. Which he does, with an eye roll and a smile, thanking her for her gesture. When he and Buffy are bespelled, they’re both confused and looking to Willow for answers. Buffy clings to Xander for being all macho and manly, and he does his best to defend her, even though neither of them show any sexual or physical attraction to the other.

Principal Snyder doesn’t understand the “volunteer” concept, and ropes Buffy and friends into taking kids Trick-or-Treating. He tells Buffy he expects a delinquent like her to be egging houses and bobbing for apples, which is why he makes her sign up, and just… the way he stereotypes her is so funny to me, because it couldn’t be further from the truth of who her character is. He just paints a picture in his mind of what he wants and assumes her to be so he can accuse her for it. He’s the worst, but always a hoot.

Ethan Rayne!!! Makes his debut!! For only having four episodes, this is such an ICONIC Buffy character, and I love him DEARLY, and his voice and face and smirky smirk and every line he has is so greasy and perfect. I love that he’s introduced as a kind proprietor who lets Buffy be a princess and gives her the dress she wants at a good price, only to be revealed as someone from Giles’ apparently dark past, who taunts him and goads him and doesn’t buy the good little Watcher act.

Giles has an apparently dark past. Which is just… so delicious to find out at this stage of the show. It wasn’t developed nearly as much as I would have liked, but this episode has so much promise of who Giles really is. With the nickname Ripper. With the friend he’s apparently okay kicking and torturing and wiping blood off his fingers for until he’s told how to stop the spell. Who claims that being a good and kindly Watcher isn’t an act, but he speaks to Ethan in such a cold, dangerous way we’ve never seen from him before. Who reads Ethan’s “soon” note at the very end of the episode and looks straight into the camera before it goes to black.

Buffy distracting Giles so Willow can steal the Watcher’s diaries. She asks why vampires stay in on Halloween, which confuses him because he knows she’d be bored by the answer. She claims Miss Calendar called him a “babe” which floors him, but which he’s secretly delighted by, even though Willow is shaking her head in disapproval. She sees that Willow has the book and suddenly babbles that this is none of her business, and shame on her for even bringing it up, and practically runs out of there, leaving Giles completely bewildered, but no more than he usually is around her!

When shopping for Halloween costumes, Buffy picks up a decorative pumpkin, and flips a switch on it. It makes a loud shrieking sound, and she jumps and hastily turns it off, puts it down, and moves on, and I have NEVER related to anyone more.

Cordelia’s rant to Oz. I love that she knows him, first of all, because she knows Devon. I love that she knows Willow and could totally introduce them if she had any clue Oz was looking for her. I love that she rants to Oz about Devon not calling her, and to tell him she’s furious about it, but not to tell him anything because she doesn’t even care, before spinning on her heel and walking away. And Oz endures it, because he knows her.

Cordelia has chemistry with both Xander and Angel in this episode, which is important for both her relationships with them! Cordelia is there to meet Angel on a date in Buffy’s absence, and she talks so smoothly to him that he doesn’t send her away, but then discusses her life and makes him laugh, something we haven’t seen him do on this show yet. Something Buffy walks in and sees, realizing he’s never laughed like that with her. At this point in my first run of the show I thought no way would Cangel ever be a thing, and Xander even tells Cordy in this ep that she’ll never get between Buffy and Angel… but it was all right here, the groundwork was being laid, and it’s so sad that those two couldn’t just run off into the night together right then and not ever have to worry about L.A. or visions or evil law firms or helping the helpless. When Cordelia complains about her costume being ripped, bespelled Xander offers his jacket without question, something that stops Cordelia in her tirade, and she says “thanks” with genuine “that was so hot” energy. She digs macho soldier Xander!

“Who died and made her the boss?” Cordelia asks of Willow when Willow has to take charge in the wake of the spell. Willow walks through a wall in answer, because… she did. She died. Her costume killed her so she could be a ghost, and now she’s dead and the boss, lol.

In an episode where it’s revealed that Giles used to be called “Ripper” and has no problem torturing an old friend for info, it’s particularly great that when Willow walks through a wall in front of him, he jumps and tosses his entire card index into the air, and then is flustered by her skin-tight, revealing costume. He’s just so precious sometimes.

Spike calls Buffy “lost little lamb” when he sees her bespelled self. He will call her “little lost girl” again in S6, but will not call her, or anyone, “lamb” again until he’s dying in front of her. And I just get such a thrill that he calls her that here, too.

Speaking of things that Spuffy will say to each other in the finale, when the spell in this ep shatters, Buffy jumps up and grins at Spike, and says “hi honey, I’m home.” In End of Days, the penultimate episode, Spike will tell her “Honey, you’re home,” and… and… you know I’m gonna be excited by Buffy calling Spike honey here, even if it’s derogatory, lol. They just have a dynamic like no one else in this show. She pummels him until he runs, because he knows he’ll lose if he stays, and he has every intention of living to fight (her) another day.

Spike speaks Drusilla’s language, following most if not all of her words, replying in the way she needs to hear, knowing how to coax her into telling him what he wants to know. It’s something I’m sure I’ll bring up again, but I’m always thrilled in rewatches to see just how easily he can converse with her when everyone else looks at her like she’s nuts, since, you know. She is.

At the end of the episode, after the spell, after the Spike fight, after Buffy is back in 20th-century clothing and Angel is lounging on her bed, he asks if she’s okay. “I’ll live,” she says drily, and moves on. Because she’s not. She’s not okay. She was the victim of a spell that hijacked her mind and put her in harm’s way, really her first mystical violation so far besides becoming a vamp in Nightmares, but not the first mystical assault on her life. No, she’s not okay. No, she will not ever answer this question on this show with a “yes.” No, she will not take kindly to people asking that of her after she comes back to life in S6, evading the question every time it’s asked.  My poor baby girl. 

Big Sister Buffy:

Buffy is, canonically, really really good with kids. Not in a self-proclaimed way, either, because she doesn’t gush and squee over children the way some teenage girls do, and when she’s told about the program to take kids Trick-or-Treating, she says she’ll just stick to vampires.

But Snyder drafts her into it anyway, and oh my goodness she has like one itty little scene with them but she’s so amazing with them. Snyder tells her not to speak to the kids, but she tells them hi the second he turns away. After the kids visit houses, she asks what they got, and when they show her toothbrushes after one house, Buffy claims “she must be stopped,” and then takes their hands, and offers one more house before they go home, to make up for the lack of candy at this last one. 

So many little ways of her connecting with them and looking out for them and making sure their Halloween is awesome even though their parents aren’t the ones taking them. She’s such a good big sister and she knows how to relate to kids in a way that isn’t cringey or condescending, even though she doesn’t go out of her way to hang out with them, and I just… love her so much for this hidden aspect of her character.

The Parts You Can’t See:

Drusilla: Do you love my insides? The parts you can’t see? Spike: Eyeballs to entrails, my sweet. That's why I've got to study this Slayer. Once I know her I can kill her. And once I kill her you can have your run of Sunnyhell. Drusilla: Don’t worry. Everything’s switching. Outside to inside.

I think this line from Dru is interesting, as is the Janus statue Ethan uses to cause all the chaos in this episode. Because on the surface, and even in most of the dialogue describing this spell in all future episodes, it’s just implied that they all wore magic costumes that turned them into whatever they were wearing.

But it’s not just that Xander became a soldier and Buffy a helpless maiden. Their costumes didn’t give them the personalities of the people they became. Their costumes revealed a part of them that was already inside, the parts we can’t see, outside to inside. 

Buffy has very much been portrayed as an innocent young woman, someone who likes being taken care of, who feels a little bit helpless at times and wants to be rescued. Of course, we know she’s the Slayer, and can see she’s a damn good one, and a lot of the time she can do her own rescuing just fine while others look to her to be saved. But deep in her core is a terrified girl who is longing to be rescued herself. A lost little lamb.

Xander is often scared, often weak, often helpless and clumsy and gullible. But deep inside him is someone strong and sure of himself, someone who follows orders well and doesn’t hesitate to follow a woman if she’s calling the shots, someone who thinks of others and puts his life on the line for them and is bewildered by what’s going on, but gracefully rolls with the punches. Sauve Xander in The Replacement episode will show again that that guy is inside him, along with the clumsy helplessness. It’s part of him, too.

Willow has a multi-faceted costume, lol, because she wears a ghost sheet over a tight-fitting and midriff-revealing outfit that she claims “just isn’t me.” When her costume turns her into a ghost, all we can see is that outfit she’s wearing underneath. She is a ghost because she feels unseen and unnoticed, by peers, by the popular girls, by Xander, sometimes by Buffy, even, living in her shadow as she sort of is. She walks in front of Oz’s van, and he stares at her and wonders who she is, his mystery girl.

But she is also that sexy and confident woman underneath, striding around taking charge, making and executing plans when the Slayer is on sabbatical, unafraid of what people think of her. She is hiding inside our Willow, waiting for the chance to prove herself. 

Cordelia is the only one in the gang without a costume from Ethan’s, and so retains her own Cordelia-ness. Because what you see is what you get; not to say she won’t have an arc of her own later on and will blossom into someone truly amazing and completely different to what she is now. But I think it’s very telling that Cordelia in this episode is blatantly and unapologetically Cordelia, and the fact that her costume doesn't change her shows this. Even Giles, who doesn't have a costume in the strictest sense, makes his Ripper debut. Ethan calls the Watcher thing an act, which Giles denies. But we see that Ripper is very much a part of him and can be summoned and put on when needed.

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And that’s a wrap on Episode 18! Thank you so much for reading this far!

Previous: “Reptile Boy.”

Next up: “Lie to Me.” 

(Credit for GIFs in this post: @detectivedawnsummers)

[haeryna]

i feel like reader (especially after being called princess and the two working together to tear down her walls) would be in a dilemma— like a few things came out of them abandoning her but one being just this indescribable feeling of rage and hurt

so upon being in their hold and touch and suguru endearingly calling for her to hear them out, part of her wants to fold SO bad but the other part of her wants to stay unreasonable and not hear them out because it’s just so much easier to be angry at them and paint them as the villains in her life, if she does accept their apology she knows that feeling won’t go away— she’d have to come to terms with how bitter of a person she really was (i mean rightfully so, they did screw her over)

also bless u and ur writing— i don’t see many poly! satosugu x reader stories with a plot that has me biting my finger in absolute investment LMAO love uuuuuu 🫶🏾✨

ANON THANK YOU you perfectly summed it up !! i wanted to write a story where there was a difficult decision that had to be made, with several catalysts involving how everything went down. (splitting this so that it doesn't invade people's feeds with a wall of text LOL)

satoru's "coming out" to his parents: mine were so homophobic that i didn't come to terms with my own sexuality for a long, long time, so i empathized with the sheer panic and trauma that gave him. you don't make rational decisions when your parents are beating the shit out of you, and you also don't make rational decisions when you're 16 years old.

suguru choosing to leave reader behind: they could only withdraw so much money with the limits satoru's parents had placed on his bank account. they had to have enough to eat, to rent an apartment, to actually get away. they had to choose a place far enough so that satoru's parents wouldn't follow, which brings me to

retaliation: there's a unique kind of fear, when you're unsure if someone is hunting you down. there's a kind of terror in realizing they can track you. it's why they got rid of their phones, and immediately upon signing to the same company, received heavily protected ones. only people who had their number could reach them, or even respond.

"they could have said something:" again, they were panicked, satoru had just been beaten by his literal parents, and they were trying to flee as fast as possible. in the moment, they could not have and would not have been able to do that. as alluded to before, they did not live a comfortable life in asia. the beginning was rough as they scraped by. it wasn't until satoru began auditioning that things started looking up for them, and if you're into the kpop scene, you know how brutal training is. suguru ultimately spent all his time caring for satoru and working on the side until he also made it big.

"and what about after?:" honestly sometimes, when you know you fuck up, but you feel like you can't do anything about it anymore? that was them. and you can be upset with it all you want, but it had gotten to the point where they genuinely thought you would never be a part of their lives again. yet the chasm in their chest grew larger and larger, until they realized they couldn't continue on unless they know they at least tried.

that's not to say reader isn't in a predicament as well, like you mentioned nonnie. leaving hurts, and abandonment is worse, so it would be far easier to paint them as the bad guys. it doesn't matter what their intentions were. to reader, they left her alone, and now they're suddenly back for unknown reasons? reader is also not the most stable of mind right now (real); she's working two jobs on top of taking care of her sick parents. for the past five years, she's had to be the one taking care of herself. now satosugu need to prove that they WANT to be the ones taking care of her. i've been in this situation before, as the left party (who eventually ended up forgiving the leaver), so i hope that will help to incorporate realism into the situation.

and i'm glad you like the plot/understood the nuance of the situation! i'm grateful to you and your ask anon, thank you for allowing me to go in depth into the situation <33 i love you too!

[jcjenson-official]

Welcome to space, what were you expecting? It's a dangerous place, thank you for investing Go there for your rota, there for your orders Fill up these quotas, we'll bill for your quarters Report to your foreman but watch for marauders 'Cause if you get eaten, there's fees for your mourners Prosperity's there in the care of magnates In Halcyon, heaven awaits

Did you think it was supposed to look like the poster? It mostly does, oh, if you'd only read closer Just ten short years to a new frontier Snooze as you cruise and you'll wake up here You've been trapped in that ship for an awful long time So perhaps you have simply forgot what you signed Oh, honestly, did you not read the colony policy That defines you as company property?

That waivers your say in autonomy? The conglomerate's got you in lock and key We put the "dollar" back into "idolatry" If you're upset, you can rent an apology We are a family forged in bureaucracy No "I" in "team" but there's "con" in "economy" Were you expecting adventure? Were you hoping for fun? My friend, you're indentured

And pleasure's exempt from your tenure So venture back down to your slum That's provided at generous prices Your worth is determined by your sacrifices A small term of service when down on the surface Internment's a freebie that comes with the purchase

We work to earn the right to work To earn the right to work To earn the right to work To earn the right to work To earn the right to give Ourselves the right to buy Ourselves the right to live To earn the right to die

Welcome to our little town, why don't you settle down? Here, just fill out the paperwork and you can look around We're happy as can be inside the valley cannery We live to pack the cans of meat And not to question where it's found Until we end up in the ground, around the corner in the yard You know, we thought we liked the sound of finding glory in the stars The board has taught us to be proud of never reaching very far So we earn what we're allowed and give it right back at the bar

The ale to cure what ails ya Zero Gee Brew, your favourite flavour So work 'til you bleed, ennobled by labour Then purchase relief from your local retailer If you'd rather drop dead, that's fine But you know that dropping down dead bears a fine So you do your job and I'll do mine I gotta meet a six-foot deep bottom line

We make a fortune for the board by selling boredom door to door Because it's all that we deserve, and it is all we can afford The secrets of the universe and all the worlds to be explored But our dreams are back on Earth and now the work is our reward And you'll be grateful for seats at the table Though it dips at one end and the bench is unstable You may waste your days, but at least you were able To pay off your grave since we leased you your cradle

Be faithful and pray, we'll repay what you invest Behave as you slave for humanity's interest On account that you're all on account And we're quickly amounting humanity's interest You'd think that we'd sink to the brink of rebellion With markets dependent on peddling weapons The architect tells them the secret to heaven Is simply consuming whatever we sell them

We work to earn the right to work To earn the right to work To earn the right to work To earn the right to work To earn the right to give ourselves the right to buy Ourselves the right to live to earn the right to die

You should have read the fine print, my friend Should have read the fine print You should have read the fine print, my friend Should have read the fine print Welcome to our little town, why don't you settle down? Here, just fill out the paperwork and you can look around We work and then we work And then we work and then we work And then we work and then we work And then we end up in the ground

Work, work, hurry, hurry Work, work, worry, worry Work, work, hurry, hurry Worry, hurry, work, work You should have read the fine print, my friend Should have read the fine print

Here and here, and initial here Welcome to the family

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