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laskyy · 2 years ago

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At it again because yes. I will support you till I die and you cannot stop me 😤!

Ok so! SKZ request yayayayaya!

Quokka man! (Han)

So, reader is a mentor in JYP and since JYP (the dude not the whole ent) makes stupid ahh decisions, he decides that Han needs to work more and overworks him, so one day really late at night, as Han is about to leave he hears reader arguing with JYP (Stan reader FR) and tryna knock some sense into him and manages to get JYP to let them help Han and have him work less. And bam, Han is in love👌🩶

(no idea how I manage to come up with these tbh)

Back at it again with the amazing ideas I love iiit!! First stray kids request!! I hope you like this one! And thank you for giving me work to do I really appreciate it ❤️ Happy reading <33

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Out of it

Genre: f2l (we love f2l in this house 😤) Idol! Han, rapmentor/producer!GNReader

Contains: crying, Han being stressed, yelling, JYP

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You loved your job as a mentor in JYP, it was something you worked really hard for and you were happy your hard work paid off.

You thought you worked hard until you met Stray Kids, more speciffically Han Jisung.

The boy was constantly in the studio or in the practice room, you actually wondered if he got any sleep in the last couple of months.

Now you were in the studio helping the boys with a segment of the song that seemed quite diffucult as none of them seemed to be able to do it.

"Maybe breathe in more in the beginning of the verse and try to get your words out while exhaling the amount of air you have evenly so you're able to carry the entire verse without any breaks!" You advised Chan who was always ready to listen to advice.

He rapped the verse and it was a really good so recording was it for him and the other members had to do their parts.

One by one they were getting it done perfectly and the last one to go was none other than Jisung.

"So for this part you're doing well, but to elevate it you could try to bring more energy to it but in a way that's not like in your face, because the vibe isn't that aggressive." You tried to explain to him but he just stared at you with the sleepiest eyes you'd seen from a human being.

"Jisung are you listening?"

"What sorry?" He said or better slurred.

"Listen, I know you guys want this done as soon as possible but I'm going to have to make you stop and get you to rest otherwise you can't focus!" You said as you guided the boys out of the studio to the exit of the company building so they could get some rest.

The next week you had a meeting scheduled with the members of Stray Kids, the other mentors that worked with them and JYP.

"So I think this month is going well in terms of work, but I feel like for the other groups we have I'm going to need help producing songs for them so I'm going to ask Han to work on that since he doesn't seem to be that busy! Alright that's all for today, get back to work!"

Jisung just stared at JYP with the meanest stare ever and you couldn't help but feel bad for him, he was working so so hard and it was actually making you scared for his well being, so you decided you were going to watch how he was doing every day.

It had only been two days since the meeting and you saw it wasn't doing Jisung any good.

The boys from Stray Kids were supposed to rehearse for you but Jisung was nowhere to be seen so you went looking for him.

You passed by the practice room he and the members were usually at and heard crying so you immediately went in thinking it was him and yes, you were right.

"Jisung, what's wrong?" You asked as you kneeled to his level and patted his shoulder softly.

"It's just that I have so much to do and I feel incapable of doing anything at all!! I'm so useless!" He cried harder.

"Listen to me, you are one of the most talented and hardworking people I have ever met and you are capable of doing so much and you have done so much! But you feel like this because you are tired, both physically and mentally and you need to get rest urgently! So why don't you calm down and come to the studio so we can get your parts done quick and you can nap?"

"But I have work to do I can't-"

"You are going to take a nap and when you wake up you can thunk about working ok?"

"Ok I'll do that, thanks y/n" he said as he suddenly hugged you.

"Y-you're welcome Ji"

After all that he got his parts done you took him to a practice room and stood there with him until he fell asleep and then you got down to business.

You were walking through the whole building so fast and with such a strict expression on, that no one dared to look at you in the eye.

You finally found who you were looking for in his office all smiley unaware of the chaos that was about to happen.

"This has got to stop! You are so clueless I cannot believe you have one bit of humanity inside of you!"

"Excuse me? What are you on about?"

"You know what I am on about, you are overworking Jisung! The poor boy can barely practice any basic functions because of how exhausted he is!"

The argueing and yelling went on for a while and on the other side of the building was Jisung who had already woken up from his nap and decided to work on a song for a little bit.

"Well since it's already 3 am I should probably head back to the dorms" he said to himself while stretching.

He packed his things and walked to the exit, but before he left he heard yelling and what seemed to be your voice?

"IF YOU CAN'T UNLOAD HIS WORK THEN AT LEAST LET ME WORK WITH HIM SO HE DOESN'T HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING!"

"Since you're so eager to work why don't you produce the songs he's supposed to produce for other groups uh? Maybe that will shut you up?"

"I will gladly do that since someone in this company has to care for him and that person certainly is not you" you said as you walked away from his office.

As Jisung heard your footsteps he hid in a corner so you wouldn't see him, and when you left for the day he couldn't help but think about how you stood up for him, nad those thoughts made butterflies erupt in his stomach.

The next day you got up super early to get to work on some of the songs for other groups so Jisung wouldn't have to do that.

"Good morning! I brought breakfast!" Jisung said as he laid a paper bag on the table next to you.

"Good morning and thank you!"

"No, thank you! If it wasn't for you I would have probably quit everything by now!"

"Oh don't be silly I haven't done that much for you!"

"Y/n I heard you and JYP yesterday."

"Oh you did?" You asked concerned.

"Yeah and no one has ever stood up to me like that before, I don't know what I would do without you!" He said as he hugged you really tight

"It's the least I could do because you looked so out of it all the time!"

"Well I'm doing a little better today! Let's work on the song?"

"Yeah" you said as he gave you pat on the shoulder.

At the end of the day you guys went through 4 songs in total meaning you got more that half of Jisungs work done.

"We really do make a great team I should treat you to lunch for this!"

"You don't have to"

"But I want to, so tomorrow at 12:30 meet you in the restaurant in front?"

"Yeah I'd like that!"

"Good, I'll see you tomorrow cutie" he said and then smiled ar you and kissed the corner of you lips, needless to say you were the one that was out of it now.

#stray kids fluff #stray kids #han jisung #jisung stray kids #jisung fluff #han #han fluff

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daeceonofficial · 1 year ago

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Survive Or Die Tryin

When life came down on you, you feel like it’s the end, but somehow you find a way to put thru and find a way to survive.

Sometimes you feel 😌good 👍😌👌about your life, you wake ⏰up in the morning 🌄😉😀😊and you breathe and stretch ready to take on the day but as your day begins you start to feel the change of energy and you suddenly begin to feel irritated.

Some people 🙄😒 wake ⏰up ready to fight the world 🌎😤😒. But the question 🤔is why??? Maybe it 🤔was something 🤔they were dreaming about or maybe 🤔an event that had happened the dat before.

I can’t lie because I do the same thing sometimes. I wake ⏰up mad 😠at the world 🌎😒😤because I had a bad 👎dream or because of an encadent that had accord the day before. To be honest I try my best to resolve the problem before I go to bed because you never know what could happen to the person and/or people you had a issue with before.

If you ever listened 🎶to the song “mad” by Ne-Yo you would most certainly understand what I’m saying.

The meaning in his song 🎵was if you go to bed mad at someone you could wake ⏰up and never see that person ever again and you will never get to apologize for it because that person would and/or could be gone forever and you will have to live with the guilt and regrets forever 💔.

Life is a game 🎮or survival. You can either do your best to stay positive with positive energy or die trying. It’s all up to us as humans to see the good 👍🙏in people.

#poetry

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giantkillerjack · 1 year ago

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Jack talking to himself post for organizing thoughts about the day's energy allocation don't mind me:

Man, I'm tired in a 'deep brain migraine-threat full-body muscle exhaustion' kinda way. I guess that means I need to be extra careful with myself today. -- Even if that is... not an unusual status quo for me. (Even if that means I must simply continue strengthening my habit of being very gentle with myself almost all the time. Jokes on you though - doing so makes me even more powerful! I may be in a shitty situation, but it is already WORLDS better than where I was and it WILL get WAY BETTER still because I will MAKE IT SO NO MATTER HOW LONG IT TAKES. And in the meantime - and in the warm golden future: gentleness, on purpose.)

Food will help. Food prep is high-cost when pain is like this. Esp in my inaccessible kitchen. But wife can help, and there is no use denying that I will once again spend a large chunk of the day's spoons just getting enough food in me. But some days there is no way around that. Food is essential, and as far as I can tell, it always will be as long as I am alive. And I want to stay alive and I want to thrive. And so i must eat when I am hungry, even when I rather wouldn't.

(This is basically just how I journal, huh)

I have a message from my physical therapist about scheduling. Seems like responding to that today would be a good idea. [Update: Task completed! Achievement unlocked: "Super Calendar Boi"]

Gods, i fucking love Adderall.

Okay so I have my next meal planned, and I can probably hang with my wife and dog and watch TV while I eat. That's good. I can't really worry about dinner until after that. One thing at a time.

I have taken my medication. I have nausea medication standing by if need be.

Pain management: I have stretched and showered, but cardio is still needed. I will use the treadmill. And maybe do some more strengthening exercises.

I may go out to a lesbian bar tonight and meet up with a cute boi. I don't know yet. It is so hard to plan. But my wife says we have the money for me to do a night out. She doesn't want to go, but wishes me luck. 👌

I think I will be a happier Jack if I go out tonight. Just have to make sure I actually eat enough before I go this time. I always forget to have dinner before I go and then I get there like oh fuck!!

I'm really trying not to take an edible today because if I take them every day to manage my pain, they become less effective, and that's not great. Also they cost money lol. But if that ends up the only way I can find relief, so be it.

If I go out today, that will use and stretch muscles that don't normally get used. That is definitely a good thing. I think I will go out unless my condition worsens. If only because then when I come home it will feel really good to watch TV and chill.

There are other messages and voice-mails to respond to. I may do one or two more today. Nothing too urgent, it seems. Just... a lot of things to keep track of. It is overwhelming.

There's nothing I can do today to make money. It's a shame, but I simply have to continue taking care of myself day to day.

There are many creative and fun things for me to engage in if I want to write or draw or play video games or edit video or organize my concept art files. None of those things have to happen today, but some of them will and that is vital.

Okay, so here's the plan: get dressed, get food, watch TV, light cardio, rest, play Dragon Age Origins, go out to be gay in a location with the big couches i can lay down on! And then! Probably more Dragon Age, baby!!!! And also Princess Weekes' YouTube channel she is so good at explaining things! Or maybe the Musical-splaining podcast! Let's GOOOOOOOOOOO 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🎆🎇🎆🎆😤😤😤😤😤

Achievement unlocked: "Journal Boi Ultra!"

#original #diary #don't mind meeee

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tonberry-yoda · 2 years ago

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HELOOOOO

ONCE AGAIN REQUESTING FOR CROCO MAN

fr the moment i saw your post i def did not go WOOOOOOWOWOWOWO HAHAHHA

Made my day 🕺

Anyway back to business 😤

You can add more things and it doesnt have to be the same

no problemo👌

Crocodile about to kiss his S/O when their 6 year old ran into the room screaming for their father to look at their new arts and craft creation and also begging croc to play with them, crocoman plays it off smoothly by adjusting and combing what atoms there were to rearrange while turning to his child in his usual calm demeanour like "Hm?" while, his wife tries to hide her laughter and panic with crocodile's attempts in trying to nudge/hold her arm to tell her to hold whatever she has in as to not raise questions from his curious child full of energy, silently

That may be too much details but yes its alright even if you take 1% of that HAHSHAHAHHA

Yuh

Thank youuu

And dw, take as much time as you need 💪

omg you dont understand how excited i was to get another request from you anon! i love writing croc as a dad, like i am seriously obsessed with these, so thank you so so much! also, if you want to be an anon on my account with a cute little nickname, go for it! i have heart anon on here, who i adore talking to, and i would love to interact with you more if you would like and if you see this!

Crocodile as a father part 2

Pairing - Crocodile x reader (implied f!reader as reader is called wife and mom)

Warnings - a little suggestive, but not anything far

Word Count - 475

Notes - thanks again anon! i really hope you like it! i tried to use everything you had, but added along the way! thank you so so much and i hope you have an awesome day and stay hydrated!!! <333 (also, image below not mind) (omg this man is so fine)

“Oh, my love,” Crocodile smirked at you, holding up his glass of wine as if he was making a toast. “You are the best wife any man could ask for.” He adjusted the strap of your tanktop and put his hand on your exposed thigh.

You giggled softly, holding up your glass as well. “Well you’re the best husband and father I've ever met. I love you, Sir Crocodile.” You slid your hand under his jacket with flirty eyes.

He felt a chill down his spine hearing you say those words. “Don't.” He gave you a sly smile before wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you in for a kiss.

Only to be interrupted by your six year old child running in the room, exclaiming that he had made a beautiful (or bootiful in his case) piece of artwork worthy of a museum. “Daddy! Daddy look!!!” He held up a drawing of what you assumed to be your entire small family. Crocodile was a giant looking creature holding you, his wife, who looked like a little… princess? And then your son, who was in a superhero costume. It was adorable, but Crocodile never knew how to react to something like that. He didn't want to be mean and saw it was awful, but he didn't want to lie and say that it was the best piece of work he’s ever seen.

“You see, daddy! Isn't it great! I made it all by myself!!!” Your child was hopping up and down, showing both of you his creation and you giggled, watching Crocodile set down his wine and slick his hair back with a deep breath.

“It uh… looks great, bud.” Crocodile quickly panicked, remembering what little clothes you had on so he quickly threw the blanket over you. You just kept giggling as Crocodile squeezed your hand, praying that his son didn't have the brain cells to notice what was going on.

“Daddy, can we play please?” Crocodile turned to you, who was sipping on your wine, holding back laughter. He nudged you to try to stop you from laughing, which made your face turn bright red.

“Uh, buddy, your mom and I were-”

“Pleeaaaaaseeee daddy?! I wanna playyyyyy!!!”

“Buddy, I-”

“Momma! Tell daddy to play with me!”

You giggled and pressed a kiss onto Crocodile’s cheek and pushed him towards your child. “Honey, play with your son,” you leaned closely to his ear, your lips brushing against it with every word. “I expect you to put him down for a nap soon though. I'll see you soon, love.”

Crocodile’s face went bright red as his son grabbed his giant hand, leading him to the living room. “What was that about, daddy?”

“N-Nothing, son.” He shot you a dirty look as you giggled, forcing him to hold back a smile.

God, he loves you.

#crocodile one piece #crocodile #sir crocodile #sir crocodile x reader #one piece crocodile #crocodile x reader #one piece #one piece x reader #x reader #request #anon #thanks again!!!#i love these omg #writing #fanfic #fanfiction #my writing

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wayward-persephone · 2 years ago

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Ghost Ellison Thots

It’s been a week since you moved into the house where the Oswalt Family died. The moving process was challenging. It kept you busy and distracted, but you couldn’t shake the feeling you were being watched.

You only started to understand once you were comfortably settled into your new home that you were not alone. Ghost Ellison has been watching you & growing protective of you. He’s not sure how to express it, but he’s kind of smitten.

He’s subtle. In the morning, you wake to the smell of the coffee he used to be so particular about. You wander into the kitchen in, barely dressed, and look around. You see nothing but the smell is strong and you make a cup to take to your home office. You turn on some music, but out of the thousands of songs on the list, only love songs come up in the shuffle. He’s an old school charmer. One day, he left it alone and let your list play. He waited to find the one that made you dance, and knew to play it to entertain himself.

But it doesn’t catch your attention. Still, as he has discovered his energy can mess with electricity, he starts to use this to his advantage. He made the lights flicker to scare off a date, he made the jets spring to life in your bubble bath, he keeps you warm at night and sends just enough of a breeze to give you beautiful goosebumps on your skin at night. It makes him crazy not to be able to touch you.

He was sweet, until he found out his energy can mess with other electronics. He knew he had to turn on your vibe.

At first, the buzzing woke you at night at made you think it was your alarm clock. You dreaded the thought of getting out of bed. But you realized it was coming from the drawer and smirked as it plan all came together.

Dropping a whole fic in my inbox like it's nothing 😭

I love everything about this 😤👌

It seems everybody loves the ghost boys 😆

But don't forget that I have other characters as well! 😉

#Ellison Oswalt #Sinister #Ellison Oswalt headcanons #Sinister headcanons #Ellison Oswalt x Reader #Sinister x Reader #Ethan Hawke #Ethan Hawke headcanons #Ethan Hawke x Reader #Kinktober headcanons #Persephone answers

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givemeafuckingbreakorurgay · 3 years ago

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Warriors vs Twilight head-canons (feel free to add on to this if you’re interested)

Warriors:

-“I hate poor people” energy but like not as mean 🙄✋

-City boy (secretly finds the castle bland but would never admit it to Twilight)

-Captain=used to strict regulation (wakes up at like 4am 😭)

-Clean obsessed (because all the blood on his hands 😀)

-Paranoid about betrayal, probably his biggest trigger other than stalkers 😖

-HEAVY Trust issues 😬

-Strategical (stays up all night trying to get plans just right) 👌✨

-prob likes chess/strat games the most lmao

-“Charismatic” aka masking his problems through fancy dialogue

-has the ability to look hot even when the Chain all look like shit due to circumstance 😩👍✨

-Womanizer (accidentally, he’s really a goofy twink when he wants to be)

-Wars shows up outta nowhere, continuously

-Dramatic (in a “girl what’s the tea” kinda sense because his social mask is just a diversion to get information :,) )

-Snarky as shit, his actual charisma ✨DOUBLED✨ when he met Legend because they just keep bickering nonstop (it’s good practice for Wars)

-Disassociates when killing actual people 😐

-PTSD, probably wakes up paranoid his men are gonna try and kill him even when the war is over 😔✋

-“I had to save you” (would kill as an excuse to kill those near the people he trusts, just cause he’s paranoid) 👀

-Morally gray because of strict rules that he has to follow as a Captain 😩👌✨

-“Spotlight helps him hide what’s behind the curtain” 😩✋✨

-Planner of the group (probably the eyes of the group, where Legend is the ears) 🥸

-✨PERFECTIONIST✨

-“You draw the line wherever you need it”-to Wind probably 🥺💕

-Lion characteristics (glorious mane, prideful attire) 🦁

-His scarf is the most precious thing he owns (-even though it acts like a leash-) 😀😬

-Looks at Time as a little brother still🥺💕

-“He didn’t tell you about me? That’s fine, my brother isn’t one to brag anyway-“ 😩✋

-obsessively closes closet doors in the dark type paranoid 😃

-“You can already tell, who the real attractive sibling is.”- against literally everyone 💀

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Twilight:

-“I wanna be a cOwbOy bAbY-“🤠

-“Ya’ll’er’nt”😩

-Adopts every small thing he sees 🙄✋

-Family orientated (Deeply wants the approval of Time—Time just wants him safe) 😭💕

-Thinks about Uli, Rusl, and the village punks a lot (mans got the biggest family istg-) 🥺

-Doesn’t use any other magic period (trauma from turning into a wolf for the first time, ahaha- 😐)

-Animals my beloved ��

-“if there’s a choice to kill something, don’t.”- to Wild, Wars, literally anyone that’s pissed off 🙄✋

-his wolf characteristics become more prominent when protective…which is always- 😬🥰

-“Heart of the group” (mans is the only reason the Chains’ mental health is in tact)😔

-“What’s gonna be left of the world if you’re not in it?” -to Time prob cause Shade

-His fangs can sever arteries :)

-Midna 😭🤫

-Can’t handle people taking his family from him (trauma from Ilia being kidnapped) 😔

(This also plays into his jealousy of Wars for “taking” Time)^

-Abandonment issues, with emotional heartbreak, eXtra SAuce😬

-Southern rural accent/husky voice from howling 😩💕

-“I can’t leave him again” (regrets leaving Wild to fight the Calamity—hates the idea that he did the same thing Midna did to him)😤—>😭

-mf haTes knights because they’re so incompetent in his timeline like- he’d rather just throw the whole army away goddessdamn💀

-Is usually good with planning ahead but uh, he’s Wild’s mentor like- what did you expect? 🤡

-Can’t move on from emotional trauma, like Wars will kill someone and just go get ice-cream—but Twilight would think about it for months 😭🤡

-Bloody boy- honestly my favorite prompts for him because it’s normal for the hero’s to be covered in blood but- he just- always- keeps-coming- back- for more- 👀

-Kills only when necessary, or for family reasons :)

Differences:

City vs Country

Feline vs Wolf

Chained to duty vs Freedom in nature

Obsessive Clean vs Unavoidably Bloody

Trust issues vs abandonment issues

Thinker vs Doer

“I had to” vs “you don’t have to”

Attention whore vs gives attention usually

Moves on too fast vs can’t move on

Similarities/conflict:

-Both big brothers (who compete over who’s better) 😩✋

-Both fight over Time 💀

General:

-Time favors Warriors sometimes, Twilight hates it (like dad, why’re you not listening to your actual son? 🥺)

-Meanwhile Warriors is glad to have his little brother back and likes to egg Twilight on. Also is far too curious about the newer members (especially the other knights)😐

-Warriors tried to get closer to Wild, but Wild finds him annoying and controlling asf (like gtfo out the kitchen, sir)—which Wars finds weird because “Weren’t you a top-notch knight before?”

-Meanwhile, Sky and Warriors are like the aunt and uncle of the group, so when shit goes down they always look at each other with ‘The Look’ 🤡

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu twilight #lu warriors #headcanon

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taeyamayang · 2 years ago

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okay pea, you got me 😔 i saw your event and kept meaning to enter it but i have remembered now and i am HERE for it 😤

(also wow i am just in awe of your writing skills and the ability you have to do this stuff consistently, i could NEVER you are so impressive 😩)

anywho, as i am requesting it looks like a drabble slot is open so that is what i would like 🤲 and the character i would like is Oikawa

plot is as follows (bit of personal rant incoming -sorry- it shouldn't be anything overly triggering, but worry about the future incoming)

i just graduated high school a little over a month ago (🥳) and while i am so excited to get out into the world i am also TERRIFIED and i have super high expectations for myself, none of which are being met and it's definitely hurting my self-esteem and self-worth. i look up to people like oikawa bc even though they struggle to get to where they want to be in life, they still seem to have direction, y'know? i have vauge ideas of what i want to do, but even those i can't reach immediately due to personal circumstances (mainly my mental health) and it's really starting to bother me.

so if i could have a scenario where oikawa and reader are just talking and he's able to reassure her that it's okay to take her time to figure out things and that she doesn't have to be out there being productive and at the top of her game 100% of the time for people to love and care about her?

(i also don't care if it's written romantic or platonic, but i am the world's biggest sucker for slow-burn friends-to-lovers so platonic with romantic undertones (if that makes sense) is just 😩👌👌👌)

hope this wasn't too long xoxo

take care of yourself pea, and i hope we can start chatting again like we used to :) 💞💞💞

ahhhh i was sooo thrilled to receive an entry from you! i am more than glad to be able to write for you :) i hope this makes you feel better and sorry for the delay! i made sure to finish all matchups first before doing the others. i will send you asks again so we can start chatting! i miss ya, hope you're doing well :)

ps: barely edited. i wrote this past midnight lmao goodnight

Perched right below an old century tree and on top of the hill overlooking the humble prefecture, the stretch of land with ant-like residents going by their day makes you feel insignificant. You are but a small percentage of the population. Your actions and decisions in life barely make any difference, you know that for sure, and yet you are worried of being aimless and useless.

"I got you both vanilla and chocolate 'cause I don't know what mood you are in right now. I remember you telling me before that the flavor you prefer varies in your mood," Oikawa notices his words quickly passing through your ears. A light scowl is on your forehead as you stare at the field below the hill. He asks, sitting next to you. "You okay?"

The slight bump of his arm against your skin snaps you back to reality. Right, it's summer after high school graduation. Oikawa and you had a silly deal of meeting each other every Wednesday at the start of summer. Why wednesday, you ask? The pretty boy argued that wednesday is the dullest day of the week and the only way to keep his energy up throughout the week is to meet you. It would have sounded romantic if only you're not best friends with him.

"I am thinking of strawberry or caramel." You give him a monotonous reply just to tease him but it turns out he failed to catch on your stunt as he instantly hurries to get on his feet.

"Oh, okay. I'll get that for you."

"No, Tooru." You stop him from getting up, a soft smile finally makes its way to your lips. "I was kidding. Vanilla or chocolate sounds good."

"You sure?" He cocks an eyebrow and you nod in reply. As he sits back comfortably on the dry grass, handing you the ice cream, without missing a beat, he questions. "Why the long face? Is there something wrong?"

"You're perceptive, aren't you?" That's one of the many things why Oikawa has you wrapped around his fingers. Many may know him as a great volleyball player but only a few gets to witness this side of him. He isn't selfish like how some would assume him to be, in fact he's the most selfless person you have met. He puts his concerns aside when he senses that the people closest to him are in a trouble state.

"We've known each other for years. It's easy to read you. I can do it with my eyes closed." He prides hence making you chuckle.

"Really? Do it." And Oikawa does it. He shuts his lids and turn his body to face you. His free hand lands on your shoulder then on top of your head. He mutters, "You are thinking of something... something very important. Am I right? I should be." His lids unravels and your eyes met with his'. A gentle smile pulls the corners of his mouth before he ruffles your hair. "Say it or forever hold your peace." He says, eyes darting to your ice cream cone. "And your ice cream is melting."

Your hand straightens your unruly hair before unwrapping the paper around the ice cream cone. In a hushed voice you asked. "How are you always so sure of what you want despite facing downfalls?"

"Downfalls? Like what?" His eyes wandering on the land below the hill.

"Like losing to Karasuno in the tournament. You have always wanted to win the nationals but you graduated without reaching your goal."

"Ouch." He dramatically cuts you off by clutching on to his chest.

"But you are back on your feet, unwavered by your defeat. How do you do that? How do you know which step to take after a loss?"

"Do you know what I do?" Oikawa side-eyes you, licking the remains of ice cream on his bottom lip. "Come, face me."

You oblige. You turn your body to face him and his tender eyes land on you. In your plain of sight you can't help but notice how beautiful he is. The soft rays of sunlight touching the ridges of his face and the gentle blow of the wind carrying the strands of his hair into a graceful piroutte compliments the breathtaking view on the hilltop. How wonderful it is to love a person as entrancing as him.

His fingertips lightly grazes on the skin on the side of your face as his hand tucks your hair behind your ear. He touches you like a vulnerable piece of art and he looks at you like a memento from the past. His mouth stretches into a reassuring smile, eyes never leaving you before bringing his hand to your forehead. And unexpectedly he flicks your forehead without mercy resulting you to tip your head back.

"Aw!" You rub the spot where his finger landed.

"I stop that. I stop my brain from overthinking the past; it is something I can't undo so why dwell on it? There are countless circumstances where in things don't go as planned, you know that, and in those moments I feel lost. I don't always know what to do next, who does anyway? But I am certain of one thing, volleyball. I know I want to continue playing but what comes out of it is still a mystery to me. We can't plan everything and expect everything to come true. You will only get disappointed if you think that way. Likewise, if you expect yourself to know everything all at once and be productive every single damned day, you will miss living life. Living life doesn't only mean planning and reaching your goals, it also means wednesdays and ice creams. If you look far ahead in the future, you will miss the joy of the present. Like how you're hanging out with a very handsome boy who is the best in volleyball, and how your ice cream tastes good." Without consent, he takes a big bite on your ice cream.

"Hm, that is delicious. I should get that next time." He finishes his rant by licking the softened ice cream on the cone he is holding. Opening up to a person has always been a struggle for you and often times you feel ashamed of letting someone into the corners of your disorderly thoughts; but with him, you're glad you let him break your walls.

As a revenge you take a bite on his ice cream hence taking him by surprise of the proximity between you the two of you. As you pull back to savor the sweetness of the sugar and cream and grinning at him triumphly like a kid. However, you catch a sight of a stock-still Oikawa.

"W-what?" You asks and he looks at you with wide eyes. His cheeks are powdered in light pink.

"I had a crazy thought." He replies.

"What is it?"

"I bit your ice cream and you did the same to me." He blinks once, brows meeting in the center.

"And?"

"That means we indirectly kissed." His statement sent your saliva to your windpipe rendering you to choke. Instantly, you feel the warmth of your body travel to your face and you're completely a mess in front of your friend. He has no idea how long you have been pinning on him and for him to say those words without a warning is cruel to your fragile heart.

You indirectly kissed him.

He didn't need to point it out. But holy shit you kissed him. Indirectly. That's the closest you can get to-

"Are you okay? I should buy a bottle water."

"I'm okay." You hold him down but still keeping your eyes away from him.

"You sure?" He asks and you stick out a thumb in response.

Once you have recovered from coughing your lungs out, you jokingly say, "If that's an indirect kiss then you took my first kiss."

"I don't mind taking your second." His smooth talk has you gripping on your emotional stability again. By instinct, you smack him on his shoulder. It is strong enough to topple the ice cream in his grip. Only the cone is left in his hand.

"My ice cream!" Oikawa screams peering at his food on the grass. "Why did you do that?!"

"You deserve it!" You scream back. Your hand gripping tightly around the cone it could almost break.

"I deserve it?!" He repeats your words, baffled as to why you made such claims.

"Y-you're clueless and I hate you for it!" You stutter between screams. Biting the insides of your cheeks, you pull yourself up to stand.

"You hate me?! Where are you going?!" He looks at you with a confused face.

"To buy a bottled water!" You stomp your way past him and he follows you through his eyes.

"I'll come with you." Before he is up on his feet you turn around to point at him. An expression Oikawa isn't sure of is plastered on your face. You are angry, he can tell that by the scowl on your forehead, but your entire face is crimson red not from anger but from something else.

"No! Stay there! Here, take my ice cream." You shove the cone to his chest and without much choice he takes it.

"I don't know what's going on. Why does this feel like a love quarrel from a famous romcom."

He mocks a line from the said movie, thus, sending more butterflies in your stomach. "Come on, babe, let's fix this."

"S-stop!" You gag.

"Oh, you don't like 'babe' as a term of endearment? How about love? Come here, my love. Sit with me and let's talk it through." He shoots a wink coupled with playful yet mischievous smile.

"You are so dumb! I-I..." You stutter and he fills in.

"You love me?"

"I hate you!" You finally storm out squeezing your cheeks with your palms.

"Our wednesday isn't over yet! Come back when you have cooled down." You hear him chuckle from a distance.

That's the thing being friends with the person you secretly have feelings for. He has no idea of the effect he has on you. The more so you are convinced not to confess. The chance of ruining your friendship with him is far greater than the opposite. There's no way Oikawa has feelings for you. He only sees you as a friend and it has always been that way. For now, you are contented of loving him from a far.

Maybe wednesdays with him is enough.

slow buuuurn omg i miss writing slow burns gsnsbsns not so fun fact, my previous works (the ones written before i made this blog) are all slow burns and it made me miss my old works!!

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lavender-annd-lilac · 2 years ago

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Early New Year’s resolution: try to leave THREE (3) actual comments before getting on to the self indulgent wisecracks let’s goooo 🤠

1.) I gotta give it to her, reader has some unwavering focus when she has a goal in mind. I mean yeah it the goals seems to come from a place of low self esteem, but the determination is there.

2.) Lloyd is the straight up chaotic evil character in a dnd campaign. Unfortunately, his shit is pretty entertaining (to me lol)… like give the villain a few good quips and I’ll low key root for them (to have more dialogue). See also: Loki

3.) Colin seems… idk if he immediately assumed his wife cheated on him bc he’s insecure about himself/the relationship, or he’s just one of those guys that think all women are ~jezebels

MST3K style commentary under the cut 🙈

wrap the gift

Wrap??? Lady, may I introduce u to… the gift bag?

As you close the trunk, a hand slaps down on the metal,

“Shut the fuck up,” you snap as you swing your door open.

Don’t make me call my girl Kelsey 😤😤😤

He bends down and taps on the window with his knuckles.

Spray him with that window anti freeze washer stuff!!! (I don’t have a car lol what is this function called??? 😫)

He slips out his leather wallet and plucks out a bill. He waves it in the air.

THIS IS SO UNHINGED. Sir, this is a parking lot not a fucking Chippendales so put your stripper money away 😒

You hit the gas, lurching forward so he staggers away.

This is why u need those zombie cars from The Walking Dead with like pitchforks attached to the front

He drops the bill and stomps his foot as he stops.

Ok… I’m not like living in extreme poverty or anything but u bet ur ass I’d circle around the block and then come back to retrieve this money 😳

“Woah, woah, baby, I’m tryna apologise here.”

Oh wait… nvm 😩

"You need a new car and you're buying me a watch," he sighs.

Wait.. not to be like “how much could a banana cost, Michael”, but are these things equivalent in price? Like, I know watches can be expensive but like dang. Imagine wearing a jeep on your wrist lol

"Can I help you, bozo?" The stranger replies, "who the fuck are you?"

I’m losing it lmao 🤣 yes yes he’s the villain here but I love this idgaf energy. Like, the next time a pushy salesperson (not Kelsey, obvi) says “can I help u” for the third time I’m going to say this EXACT thing in my head bc I’m deathly afraid of confrontation

"Husband? Baby, you didn't mention a husband. Oh, look at that, you put your ring back on,"

Wow he trained at UCB huh… some impressive improv going on here.

"Don't worry about paying me back, baby, the old man looks like he needs something snappy,"

She should have yes and-ed him tbh until it escalated to such a bizarre and obviously comedic scenario

"You fucking this dude?" Colin exclaims as he stands, "is that where you got the money?"

So hypothetically, if she was fucking him, would it make a difference if she got paid for it? I mean, from a husband perspective, is that really your primary concern when u think ur wife potentially cheated on u? lol

"Someone's gotta," the man taunts.

It’s the snappy comebacks for me fam 👌

"She calls me daddy," the guy snickers

Wait he’s a Harvard alum right? Maybe he wrote for the Lampoon 🤷‍♀️ Makes sense since SNL loves their Harvard boys

Tina Fey knows what’s up

Colin turns to shove him, nearly sending him into the next table. Half the restaurant stares in your direction.

3 kinds of ppl here:

Those who pretend they aren’t looking:

Those looking around awkwardly:

And me:

"Give him the fucking watch!" Colin growls

Lmaooo I feel like this is such a bitch boy perspective. He’s like, u might have cheated on me, but if u return this watch at least u won’t be a whore 😂 the idea of ur partner being a sex worker is somehow worse than them being a regular ol’ cheater lol

You don't understand what just happened

Me neither sis. Haha imagine if he just goes around doing this shit so he can crush his SNL audition or something lmao

Unsolicited 2

Warnings: bad self-thought/talk, bullying, insults, low self-esteem, money problems, more dark elements to come.

Wouldn't mind some feedback! Lloyd was driving me nuts so I had to do it. Thank you in advance 💜

On your way out, you stop and grab a few groceries to justify your trip to the mall. You still have a lot to do when you get home and your mind’s already three steps ahead; tidy up, put everything away, wrap the gift, and the most tedious task of getting yourself done up. The reservation you made a week ago fills you with dread.

You pop the trunk and drop in the bags, tucking the watch safely between them. As you close the trunk, a hand slaps down on the metal, startling you. It’s him, that man.

“Excuse me,” he steps closer and you back away, “try not to dirty my car.”

You frown as he gets nearer and side steps you. You look around at the Lexus parked just behind your beat up Neesan. Fuck, really?

You huff and shake your head as you skirt around to the driver’s side, “you take that watch back for grocery money or–” You ignore him as you unlock the car door, “I got some spare change in my glove compartment if you really need the gas money.”

“Shut the fuck up,” you snap as you swing your door open.

“I might even take my wallet out if you take the coat off. Heave up the tits and–”

You growl and drop into the seat. Before you can slam the door, it’s caught and you look up at the man as his hand holds it back. Panic thumps in your chest and you pull on the handle frantically.

“What the fuck– get–” You hit the horn with your other hand, “help–”

“Oh, shut up,” he snarls and lets the door go. It snaps closed and you jolt in the seat.

He bends down and taps on the window with his knuckles. You ignore him as you hit the lock switch and fumble with your keys. Why won’t he leave you alone? You twist the ignition and the engine chuffs to life.

He steps in front of your car as he reaches under his jacket. He slips out his leather wallet and plucks out a bill. He waves it in the air.

“How about a backseat handie, babe?” You hit your horn again and he winces, covering his ears, “fuck! It’s the best offer you’ll get.”

You hit the gas, lurching forward so he staggers away. He drops the bill and stomps his foot as he stops.

“Woah, woah, baby, I’m tryna apologise here.”

“Get the fuck out of my way,” you holler through the windshield, “now!”

You let off the break again and he stumbles out of your path. You roll on and he kicks the side of your car. You squeeze the wheel as your adrenaline pumps through your veins. As you steer between the rows of vehicles, your tears spill out at last.

You idle at the end of the column and take out your phone. You check your rearview. There’s no one behind you. Still, it’s good to be prepared. Just in case.

You breathe out and leave your phone unlocked in the passenger’s seat. You put your hands back on the wheel and continue through the lot, finding the nearest exit as you keep checking your side and rear mirrors.

As you turn onto the street, you see a flash of dark blue, the same shade as the Lexus. You putter at the red light and look over your shoulder then check your mirror again. It’s not there. You’re paranoid.

You wipe your face and sniff up your fear. You just want to get home and get everything sorted out. It was just one very strange, upsetting encounter. You aren’t going to let it ruin Colin’s surprise.

💎

"Babe, did I tell you how hot you look?" Colin purrs as he pulls out your chair.

You blush, touching your warm cheeks as you sit. You thank him as he sits across from you, the hostess handing out menus and reciting the specials. She leaves you to peruse as you hold your purse anxiously in your lap.

"Getting ready to go so soon?" Colin kids as he watches you wring the strap.

"N-no, no," you say, still uneasy.

You just want to give him his gift. It's what today's all been about yet that shadow follows you, the man from the jewelry shop calling out your extra rolls like you don't already know. At least your husband's kind enough to act like they don't exist.

"This place is nice," he says, "new job hasn't started yet."

"I know, it's my treat," you teeter on the edge of your seat "I've been saving and I just want you to know that I love you."

"Of course I know that–"

"No, no, I wanna show you and I wanna be better. I'm gonna be more active and keep up with things better," you chew your lip and unzip your purse, the fabric chafing your hips as you're reminded of the too small dress pinching your skin, "and I picked up some extra shifts."

You dig your hand in your bag and take out the wrapped box. The shiny green paper catching the chandelier above your table. You put it in front of him and sit back.

"I'm proud of you. Your new job, how you take care of me…"

"What…"

"Just open it," you insist, "please."

He chuckles and looks around, "I hope you didn't spend too much. It's been tight."

"It's not from our account, I've been saving, just don't worry about that."

"Alright, alright," he traces along a fold and jams his thumb underneath. He tears through and your anticipation has you vibrating.

As he pulls away the paper he turns the box over. He sees the jeweler's logo and gives pause, sending a look in your direction. His cheek twitches and he pops open the lid on its hinges.

"Gotta be spiffy for the new job," you say, "do you like it?"

He stares and for a moment, you're scared.

"I love it, but it must've been so expensive."

"No, no, I got a good deal and even added on the insurance so you can get it cleaned–"

"You need a new car and you're buying me a watch," he sighs.

"Colin, I–"

"I know, I know, it's amazing, babe, you're amazing but…" he looks up and his throat bobs, "what did I do to deserve you?"

"Me? What about you? You're–"

Your name interrupts your sentence. You freeze, the timbre throwing you off. You furrow your brow as Colin gives an equally confused look. You slowly look over as a man steps up beside you. It's that man. How does he know who you are?

"Hi, can I help you?" Colin interjects.

"Can I help you, bozo?" The stranger replies, "who the fuck are you?"

"I– I'm her husband, who the fuck are you?" Colin shifts in his seat.

"Husband? Baby, you didn't mention a husband. Oh, look at that, you put your ring back on," the man continues.

"What? No, huh?" You sputter, "would you just go–"

"Babe, who is this?" Colin asks.

"I don't know, he–"

"Don't worry about paying me back, baby, the old man looks like he needs something snappy," he winks at Colin, "jeez, wish you'd said something, I'd have been more subtle–"

"You fucking this dude?" Colin exclaims as he stands, "is that where you got the money?" He throws the watch down and injects himself between the table and the stranger, "you're fucking my goddamn wife?"

"Someone's gotta," the man taunts.

"No, no– I don't know him. He--" you grab Colin's arm and he rips away from you, "please, listen to me, he's just some jerk from the store–"

"And how does he know your name?"

"I don't know. I don't even know who he is, please. I–"

"She calls me daddy," the guy snickers and Colin turns to shove him, nearly sending him into the next table. Half the restaurant stares in your direction.

"Give him the fucking watch!" Colin growls at you, "fucking slut."

He grabs his jacket and storms out. You blink dumbly and turn to snatch your purse. The man moves into your path before you can follow your husband.

"Who are you? Why are you doing this?" You rasp.

"Like I said, you can call me daddy," he flicks your chin, "Lloyd works too."

You sneer and elbow past him, flinching as his hand bounces off your ass. You don't look back as you hurry away, desperate to catch up to Colin before he's gone. You don't understand what just happened.

#lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen

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astrxlis-archive · 3 years ago

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Hello Fox!! 🥰 i'm doing alright, thanks for asking!! :D I didn't expected a reply to my recent message, but i wanna thank you for taking the time to reply and do the quizzes!! 💞💞💞

How are you feeling now? Are you still in pain? :'( i'm glad you put yourself first over academics, that way you have also gotten extra rest, no? :3 i wish you the best of luck and lots of energy for your afternoon and evening classes! I can't imagine how it's like to go to school for almost literally a whole day 😰 i'm very happy to know that you have eaten too!! Getting inadequate rest and whole day classes concerns me though 🥺 may you eat properly this dinner too!! <33

i'm glad to know that you enjoyed the quizzes i sent 😌🤩 it was my pleasure of sharing stuff i find 👌 i havent actually watched the show or know any stuff in it but i also don't wanna assume things at the same time,, so it's also okay if you'd like to tell me a short overview about it or the characters(personality) 💞 idk about the izzy guy too, he lowkey looks like grouchy to me 😂 but i tried taking the quiz for 2 times again and i got Mary Bonnett & Jim,,, at this point, idk who i am 😂 let me think... I kinda relate to the Izzy result a bit? If you remember our past convos about who we kin, i do display trust issues and the try-hard independency ?? Is this the xiao kinnie in me?? 🤔🤔

Before i continue talking about my results, i just wanna say that your results really reflects on you 😳😳 i may not know you fully, but it truly describes who you are/vibes i get from you !! 😍💕 Those were some words i wanna say to you, but i am unable to find it and i'm happy your quiz results are so fitting 🤩🤩🤩

Continuing about my results, i aint sure about the oluwande dressing style- most of the results i picked were kinda either a bit bland or not really bold but whatever 😅 all i could say is that i like his outfit!! The purple vest looks really good on him,, i get good character vibes from him too!! He looks so wholesome 🥺 pretty interesting to know that you're a goth at heart too 😤 i never thought of that !! thank you for telling me more about yourself :3 i can see the improvement <333 i'm really proud of you!! :DD

About the link you sent me, (thank you for this too!! I never expected it as well 🥺)

Here's my results!!

— scary dog privilege

loud music. laughing at bad horror movies. comfort through sitting in silence together. deep, Intricate forests and dark shades of green and purple. your best feature is probably a birthmark, or maybe your nose. you often look stoic, but when you do smile, it lights up your whole face. you're observant. you probably have a soft spot for kids. for someone who looks so scary, you have this innate way of making people feel so safe. you're a natural protector. you just want people to have it better than you did. your kindness is subtle. not everyone will see it. but it's the cause of so much healing. even more than you can see.

I gotta be honest- i dont have any idea how my results became like this 😂😅 the first two assumptions were wrong about me 😤 i totes can't stand horror and loud music;; tho the birthmark is really on spot?? I have this mole at the middle of my chest (somewhere at the in-lign middle of the two shoulder blades?? med student pls help 😰😭🙏) i consider it as my best feature 🤩 the kids is a no-no, kids scare me tbh 😰 i do remember a friend of mine told me that they felt scared of me before we even became friends, is this really the xiao kinnie in me manifesting 🤔🤔🤔 i actually enjoy people getting intimidated by me too, it was a challenge to assert dominance ngl knowing that some people deem me as that soft and kind person 😩 one of my goals too is that i dream to be able to study martial arts or wielding weapons so that i could not only protect my self but also others 🤩

Wishing you a good day/night as well!! Please do update me what's happening over there too or how you're doing~💕💕💕

— 🍰.

hello 🍰 💕

since this was sent so long ago: i’m still in pain, but it’s not as bad as it was. my sciatic nerve likes to make itself known sometimes 😂

ok, so about our flag means death

it’s a cute little pirate show that follows through with the queer and comedic thematic in the best way possible. i can’t really say much without spoiling things, but the way the show builds up is so great. it took me some convincing to get past the first three episodes because the secondhand embarrassment i felt from stede bonnet was too much, but then blackbeard showed at the end of the third ep and i was like “alright, let’s see what happens”. no regrets on my part 🤩😍

about you getting jim and mary… from what we see of mary bonnet in later episodes, i absolutely agree with her being your result. parts of jim too! as for izzy… the last two episodes kinda confirmed my view of him? while i do understand where he’s coming from, i find it hard to relate him to you. izzy has a hard time letting go of the past, and because he’s so set on his ways and clinging to the glorious days of “fearsome blackbeard”, he does everything he can to bring that version of the man back, and he manages to in the end! but not by good means. i mean, stede helps, too, but that’s a whole other matter (spoilers). izzy wants to go back to something that’s no longer there, and he keeps pushing until something breaks. he’s very dependent on blackbeard, i think, because in a lot of scenes it’s shown how his main view of self relies on how he sees himself in being blackbeard’s right hand.

i’m just really passionate about the series but don’t wanna spoil anything to anyone and don’t want to write an essay about it either 😂😂 i could go a bit more in-depth about mary and jim if you want?

about the fashion style: no because same?? i went with pretty bland ones too, but like, darker™ 😎so it’s safe to assume you don’t dress in bolder colors? 😂about oluwande… he’s the most sensible character in the show imo. i’d trust him with my life, just like jim does. he’s very wholesome. i think you’d like him 😊

you thank me for talking about myself but honestly i’m the one who’s grateful, both for your willingness to read my replies and interact with me, and for allowing me to get to know you in return 🥹🥰

your result is so sweet????? even if there are things that don’t align kfndjd it’s funny it’s called scared dog, but talking to you does give a sense of comfort and protection. it’s like “this person is safe, it’s ok to open up”. the middle of your chest is called the midsternal line 😉 it’s a pretty interesting place to have a mole!! and yep, that’s def the xiao kinnie in you 😂😂 how does your friend view you now?? also, studying martial arts/learning how to yield a weapon? badass. go for it!! i’m cheering you on uwub

#—new mail !#—the burrow's 🍰#my emo phase never left #it did morph into a softer goth-ish phase tho #i still jam to fall out boy #like fr let me know if u do start learning martial arts i think they’re pretty neat

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staysuki · 3 years ago

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AAAAAAAAAAAAA I LOVE THIS SEUNGMIN HUHU

"if we did shitty things, we could be rich" PLS 💀 and a pOSSIBLE rivalry between seo and kim 🤔 i like this hehe

moving on, 🍕 im sorry to hear that. hopefully in the near future, you ll start slowly adjusting. you can do this uWu <3

EHALOJ yeji is like the epitome of mean girls LMAO “i’ll show you who’s the real boss queen of this place 😉😘” -> this is one of those lines that are cringy af but still hilarious 😭

jisung exactly. has peralta vibes ✨ and its a breathe of fresh air to see that trope in seungmin hehehszesz im honestly excited to see more of dorky seungmin 🤪 EHALOJ y/n disregarding almost everyones advance is really funny HAHAHAHHAHA i see her as the type to deny her feelings for someone at first, if ever 💀 then would make a smooth ass confession xd

oke adios

- bs

and yes 🍕anon, we’re cheering u on, we can do this 😤🙌

seungmin yes he’s so dorky and charming i love it sm 😭 i can’t wait to show more of his nerdy loser side shhejshahehshs. sad stuff gonna be coming thru but yk, mostly crack still. very sitcom feelz this one i feel like. and already predicting the love triangles eh? 👉🤪👈

honestly i should probably make a mean girl/boy fic where i just make them the most ridiculous gag relief type of bully and dump all of the shitty lines ever:

“you think you can get away from me? don’t you know? i’m the school’s king/queen bee. i am the alpha, the omega.”

“i don’t hang out with ugly losers like you cuz i’m the baddest bleep in the country and nobody can do it like me.”

“i think you should look in the mirror because you’re looking very sus right now. and by sus i mean ugly.”

exACTLY. honestly, here’s my mtl of who in skz would fit the peralta personality type:

most: jisung - no questions here hyunjin - he’s the one with the closest personality to jisung honestly and dorky hyunjin is 👌👌👌 maybe he’s also a lil gina-ish changbin - he’s more of a boyle, i feel like, esp with the amount of times he’s been the butt of the joke + he has top notch patience and good sense of humor to go along with the teasing. sometimes he has his gina moments though felix - i feel like he’s too much of a softboy™️ to be a peralta, but he has his very dorky moments (#tiktokerfelix) jeongin - he has his oddball moments but i feel like his "loud" is on the more sassy side and less dorky

least to the point of probably not: chan - though he has his flustered school boy moments, he exudes too much daddy energy to be peralta. maybe terry(?) seungmin - he's either too quiet or too eloquent, 100% captain holt instead minho - rosa rosa rosa

also y/n being dismissive is the best honestly, still my fave part i think

i’LL shOw hEr wHo’s bOSS™️

and yes, y/n doesn’t care about love rn 😭. hmmmm maybe she likes being the chaser and not the chasee hmmm 🧐🧐🧐 or she’s secretly a tsundere as well

#anon: bub stop.#pizza anon #anon:🍕

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lavender-annd-lilac · 2 years ago

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long ass comment bc that’s just how I roll.

idk how to express appreciation for something other than reacting like a court jester live tweeting a Shakespearean play so… read at your own peril

for the record, this court jester enjoyed the play a lot. This court jester would pickpocket a noble’s purse to purchase another ticket, even if it meant losing her hand and making it harder to juggle

📝

you knew you were going to die

Big Lana Del Rey energy

You were roughly escorted into that house with its many glass panels.

The over analytical part of brain that sees coded messages in a nutrition label 🤔:

“Those who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones”

= “He that is without sin among you, let him cast the first stone”

= something about hypocrisy and passing judgement????

The other part of my brain that just wants to read this story in peace:

Bruh…

But as you checked the drawers of the dresser, you found belongings. Casual men’s clothing and accessories were neatly stored. The closet was filled with more formal wear and all types of shoes. It was someone’s bedroom.

So like, if I literally thought I was going to be murdered or tortured, I would do the following:

go through everything to look for those silica moisture packets that they sometimes put into the pockets of clothes that say DO NOT EAT.

eat them

Plan B is to go to the back of the closet and just hang out in Narnia until the coast is clear.

Rate my exit strategy from 1-10 🙏

It didn’t matter if you drank the wine or not. Even entirely sober, you had zero chance of holding your own with any of these men. Maybe the wine would dull your senses as you faced whatever end.

It’s the grim realism for me fam 👌

You wouldn’t have minded having more of that.

*record scratch noise*

does she mean more anxiety relieving wine? Or more of whatever Lloyd did 😲

Somehow, he found you. Was he saving you?

Saving u for dessert 😵‍💫 fucking run girl 😂😂😂

Ransom smiled. ‘You’ve had a big day, haven’t you?”

Me, with the personality of a feral cat:

No bc I’m not a fucking character from a children’s book u asshole😒

Ransom shook his head. “How did you end up in the closet?”

That’s great question!

Let’s start with some context: so, a comprehensive new study from the Center for American Progress finds that many LGBTQ people continue to face discrimination in their personal lives, in the workplace, and in their access to critical health care.

In this essay I will prove

you giggled when his fingers traced over your skin. It felt nice.

Oh snap the wine was drugged 😭😭😭

Ransom knew you were in the closet? Why did he want to hear about that?

Yeah, that’s my personal business that I shouldn’t have to disclose to my employer 😤😤😤

“Asshole,” he grumbled at Lloyd. “Look at that stache rash.”

Lol this needs to be an actual clinical term pls

“If you need to slip a girl something to take the edge off,” Lloyd taunted him, “how good could you be?”

Lol bc a skilled sexual predator doesn’t need to rely on drugs like some rookie right 🙄🥲

There was also the matter of what you saw while you were in the closet.

Which was… nothing!! Right??? We saw nothing in the closet. In fact, we’re actually blind, so if u could just get us an Uber back to the city that would be great 😎

Worry still gnawed at you but at least no one had talked about killing you yet.

Should have eaten those silica packets girl!!

You didn’t hesitate to nod. You remembered hearing that man’s screams from the closet.

Haha what? No we don’t. We don’t remember that bc in addition to being vision impaired, we are also deaf. So we didn’t hear a single potentially incriminating sound. Now about that Uber…

“You’re doing so well,” Lloyd purred in your ear while Ransom kept thrusting himself between your lips. “It looks like you’re really good at that.”

Kris Jenner has entered the chat

Lloyd’s heavily muscled torso, littered with scars and tattoos.

I approve of the inclusion of the tattoos 👍

“M’getting a drink,” he told you. “Want anything?”

Me: could I get like… 500 of those silica packets pls

You didn’t expect Lloyd to press a kiss on your forehead.

Sis, none of us did tbh. Why is he the good cop to Ransoms bad cop?? Like what is going on

“Stay here,” he told you,

Not that I heard what u said bc I’m deaf but I’d actually prefer to just get the hell out of here alive pls and ty

“Rest. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

… I respectfully disagree lmao

There was also the issue of what she may have seen or heard.

Which was NOTHING ok????

I threaten her with video footage and she disappears from my life.

Ransom didn't like loose ends.

Then why does he wear those ratty ass sweaters all the time 😒

Ok but seriously

Ransom didn't like loose ends. That meant he'd enjoyed her as much as Lloyd had or he felt something for her.

Loose ends is a euphemism right? He’s saying usually Ransom would just have her killed? And, since he doesn’t want her killed it must mean he likes her??

"Why do you want her?" Ransom asked. "She's not exactly your type."

Lol Ransom’s like “I saw that buzzfeed quiz u took, u are more of a pie person than a cupcake person” 👀

For real tho like what is his type? What does that mean

Lloyd didn't like the idea of her being vulnerable and alone in a dangerous world

Huh I wonder how she got into that situation tho… like, who opened that can of worms??? 🙄

"You owe me for dealing with Ryan," Lloyd said.

Director: CUT! 🎬 dude, remember the characters name is Sierra Six, the actor’s name is Ryan Gosling… ok take 12 - ready and ACTION 🎬

he didn't want to leave her alone with the other man.

Is this a world where Ransom is capable of worse things than Lloyd Hansen? 😬😬😬

Omg this was a delightful read 🥰🥰 I’m super curious to see this alternate side of Lloyd and/or the development of a weird ass love triangle

I know my comments probably sounded like angry lmao but it’s bc I got into the story… like when u scream at the TV bc u are invested in the show hahaha

How I Disappeared...

How I Disappeared Act 2

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Words: 4.7k

Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Warnings: Dark fic. References to murder, explicit sex, non-con, oral (m/r), kidnapping, threesomes, drugging.

Relationships: Lloyd Hansen x Reader x Ransom Drysdale

Summary: You're delivered to a house on the outskirts of Boston. Would they kill you for what you know? Or...

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By the time Lloyd Hansen had his driver take you to a heavily wooded area on the outskirts of Boston, you knew you were going to die. Even when the elegant home with its sheer glass walls came into view, you felt sick. You mentally prepared yourself for death.

He couldn’t let you live. Not with everything you saw in Ransom Drysdale’s office.

Blinking back tears, you didn’t fight when one of his armed men pulled you out of the back of the SUV. Would they drag you out into the woods and shoot you in the back of the head? Would anyone ever find you? Know what happened to you?

But you weren’t dragged into the woods and shot. You were roughly escorted into that house with its many glass panels. You were shown to a spacious bedroom and locked in there. The same armed man stayed outside the door.

Sitting on the end of that huge bed for a few minutes, you let the tears come. Just because they hadn’t killed you yet didn’t mean it wasn’t coming. Lloyd had already taken what he wanted from you.

You didn't know exactly where you were. One of the bedroom walls was a glass panel, offering a beautiful view of the forest. That tranquil view, as the minutes ticked by, did little to calm your nerves.

You found an enormous connected bathroom. You relieved yourself, washed your hands. When you looked in the mirror, you saw a fucking wreck. The makeup you’d carefully applied was streaked and ruined from your tears. Your eyes looked haunted to you as you stared. What was left of your dress looked like it had been through a woodchipper beneath the heavy camel-colored coat.

The coat belonged to Ransom. You recognized the scent of his cologne.

You didn’t know how long Lloyd planned to keep you there or what your fate would be. There were no photos or obvious personal items in the bedroom. At first, you thought it might be empty. But as you checked the drawers of the dresser, you found belongings. Casual men’s clothing and accessories were neatly stored. The closet was filled with more formal wear and all types of shoes. It was someone’s bedroom.

Lloyd Hansen kept your panties and you hadn’t worn a bra beneath the summer dress. You found a man’s t-shirt and it was big enough to swallow you. But it would work. You showered, trying to wash Lloyd off you. Dressing in the t-shirt made you feel slightly better. Cleaner. You thought about putting the coat back on over it, but it was too warm. The dark red bathrobe hanging on the bathroom door was much lighter and more comfortable.

You’d just returned to the end of the bed, watching the woods grow dark beyond that glass wall when the door opened. The man who’d been outside your room walked in carrying a tray of food. Without speaking, he handed it to you and walked right back out.

You were hungry. The beef medallions were as delicious as they looked served with potato soup, asparagus, and a nice salad. It felt like a meal you’d be served in a Michelin-starred restaurant. There was a tall glass of water served with it along with a glass of dark red wine.

You avoided the wine until you finished your meal, telling yourself it would be better to keep a clear head. But as the night gathered outside, and you remained there alone, you changed your mind. It didn’t matter if you drank the wine or not. Even entirely sober, you had zero chance of holding your own with any of these men. Maybe the wine would dull your senses as you faced whatever end.

Within moments of finishing that glass, you did feel calmer. You felt… better. Maybe everything would be okay. You were able to put aside the anxiety and fatigue you felt from the harrowing day, just like the borrowed coat you’d removed. Your body still ached in delicate places from Lloyd’s rough treatment but even that discomfort eased.

You wouldn’t have minded having more of that.

When the door opened again, your heart lurched in hope to see Ransom Drysdale. It must have shown on your face because he smiled, making his way over to you on the bed. When he sat next to you, you threw your arms around his neck. Somehow, he found you. Was he saving you? Why had you ever been wary of him before?

Slowly, his arms closed around you. He felt warm and solid. He smelled good. He always smelled so good.

“You found me,” you whispered in the quiet of the room. His hands smoothed over your back as you held onto him.

Ransom Drysdale chuckled. “I found you.”

The son of your current boss eased back. The deep maroon of his silk tie made his blue eyes really stand out, its color very close to the bathrobe you wore.

Ransom smiled. ‘You’ve had a big day, haven’t you?”

You had. You told him all about it, being excited about your meeting with him. You explained getting there early and the dress you’d bought for the occasion.

Ransom shook his head. “How did you end up in the closet?”

The fight had started outside his office, you explained. It was loud enough that by the time the men struggling burst through the door, you’d fled into the coat closet and tried to stay quiet. You told him you’d really been too scared to pay a lot of attention to what was being said or to even think about why it was happening.

His smile faded as he listened, his long fingers toying with the hem of the bathrobe you wore. When he peeled it back to reveal your bare knee, you giggled when his fingers traced over your skin. It felt nice.

“But they found you?” Ransom asked.

You paused. Lloyd found you…

Ransom studied you, his fingers tracing a line up your inner thigh. It felt nice but…

“How did you know I was in the closet?” It just occurred to you. You didn’t mention that part in your story until after he asked you.

Ransom’s grin widened. “What did Lloyd do to you?”

Throwing his hand off you, you scooted back on the bed. Away from him. Humiliation crept in, trying to ruin your buzz.

Chuckling, Ransom stripped off the suit coat he wore and tossed it away, moving closer. “Oh, come on. You were just getting to the part of the story I was really interested in.”

Shaking your head, you realized you should be upset right now. Ransom knew you were in the closet? Why did he want to hear about that? You tried to be angry, to be scared. But the feelings were buried beneath a layer of euphoria. In a strange way, it felt like you were watching the entire scene but not actually in it.

That made no sense. You’d just had one glass of wine. Right?

“I can see you’re working really hard on an answer,” Ransom told you, moving closer. His hands went for his tie, undoing it. “It must have been good.”

How did Ransom know what happened? You inched back, the headboard behind you.

You didn’t know what was going on here. But you were starting to think…

With more energy than you thought you had, you bounded off the bed. Avoiding Ransom’s half-hearted reach, you dashed to the door. Your heart swelled in hope when the doorknob turned, and the door opened.

Without thinking your flung yourself forward, out the door. You were stunned when you collided with something hard. The deep chuckle was familiar. Arms strong as steel wrapped around you.

“Where you going, cupcake?” Lloyd asked and you could hear the smile in his voice.

You put up a fight, you felt stronger. It wasn’t much. Lloyd was easily able to carry you back into that bedroom, kick the door shut with his foot. He carried you right back over to the huge bed.

Ransom’s tie hung loosely from his dress shirt, his fingers plucking open the buttons as his gaze roamed over you. “I thought you were supposed to be the scary one, Lloyd.”

“Maybe not,” was all Lloyd said as he tossed you onto the middle of that huge bed. Grabbing the end of the bathrobe, Lloyd worked at pulling it off you. You fought him, trying to hang onto it. But Lloyd moved so fast.

You also didn’t realize in your efforts, the t-shirt that was the only thing you were wearing had ridden up to your waist. Ransom’s heated gaze was on everything that shirt no longer covered. He shook his head.

“Asshole,” he grumbled at Lloyd. “Look at that stache rash.”

Lloyd laughed, standing next to the bed, and dropping the robe to the floor. “I guess I got a little carried away.”

Grabbing the hem, you pulled the shirt down over your hips.

Lloyd pulled off his shoes before climbing up on the bed after you. “Don’t be like that, cupcake. I treated you nice, didn’t I?”

You tried to scramble away from Lloyd, but he caught you, grabbing you around the waist and rolling you on your back. Easily his hands collared your wrists as he loomed over you.

“Didn’t I?” he whispered against your lips.

Lloyd’s mouth claimed yours with surprising softness, his tongue sliding between your lips to deepen the kiss. The brush of that mustache tickled as his lips danced with yours. You forgot to fight him, the tingles that kiss gave you brought back that euphoric feeling.

The bed dipped at your feet and another pair of hands slid over your thighs. You jerked in surprise, breaking the kiss. Lloyd pulled back to gaze into your eyes.

“Look at those pupils,” Lloyd mused. “How much of that shit did you give her?”

Ransom entered your field of vision, his gaze on you too.

“Just a little,” Ransom said. “To take the edge off.”

“If you need to slip a girl something to take the edge off,” Lloyd taunted him, “how good could you be?”

Ransom shot him a glare.

“What I do can’t be taught,” Lloyd assured him. Turning his attention to you, Lloyd grinned. “What do you think, cupcake? Want to see what he can do?”

Someone, you didn’t know who, was caressing your thighs. That felt nice, didn’t it?

But he was the son of your boss, Mrs. Drysdale. Yeah, you remembered Lloyd telling you what Ransom wanted out of the meeting. Deep down, you knew Ransom wasn’t helping you to be kind.

There was also the matter of what you saw while you were in the closet. Fear sharp enough to pierce the pleasant bubble you were in rose fast.

“What happens after?” Your gaze was on Ransom now. You told him everything.

Ransom stretched out next to you, propping his head on one hand as the other smoothed up your inner thigh, his fingers sliding into the heated cove between them. His touch was light, his fingers sliding around those swollen outer petals.

“That depends on you.” A smile played about Ransom’s lips as his fingers explored you. “You going to be a good girl for us?”

Lloyd held your wrists to the bed while your foggy mind scrambled around those words. His grip was firm but didn’t hurt.

Us? Did he mean…

Amusement lit up Ransom’s eyes when you finally grasped what he meant. “Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it. Two men at once?”

Your thighs clenched around his seeking hand like you could stop him. You tensed up. Your body was still sore from what Lloyd did to you earlier. And they both wanted to… Now?

“I’m a… little sore,” you said quietly, humiliation burning you from the inside out.

Again, Ransom glared at Lloyd. “Can’t think why.”

“We’ll start slow,” Lloyd explained. “Work up to it.”

Worry still gnawed at you but at least no one had talked about killing you yet.

Lloyd’s hands tightened around your wrists, getting your attention. “You be good for me like you were earlier, and we’ll treat you nice. Make one move I don’t like, and you won’t enjoy this very much, cupcake. You understand?”

You didn’t hesitate to nod. You remembered hearing that man’s screams from the closet. You didn’t want to think what he could do to you. If it meant you would live and they wouldn’t hurt you, you’d do what they wanted.

“See how easy that was?” Lloyd released your wrists. “Now, climb off the bed and sit on the floor. On your knees.”

Scooting past them to the side of the bed, you did as you were told. Climbing off the bed, you lowered yourself onto the soft carpeting, on your knees.

Ransom grinned at you. “I like this idea.”

As he got off the bed, he pulled his dress shirt free of his slacks, but didn’t remove it. He approached and stopped right in front of you. His hands worked to open the fine leather belt, the front of his slacks. He wore nothing beneath, the scent of him musky and warm as he took his cock in hand, stroking it.

“You know what to do,” Ransom told you, pointing it at your mouth.

“Remember what I said,” Lloyd warned, standing somewhere behind you now.

Oh, you wouldn’t forget.

You pressed a kiss to the swollen head of Ransom’s cock, liking how warm and soft it was. You did it again, swiping at it with your tongue this time, tasting the salt of his skin. You were careful in wrapping your lips around the head of him, keeping your teeth away.

“That’s it,” Ransom encouraged you, “get me wet.”

Carefully, you brought your hand up to replace his and he allowed it. You teased him with your tongue, working him further into your mouth carefully, working the base with your hand. When his fingers slid into your hair, you sped up a little. By the time you’d worked most of him into your mouth, his hands on your head were guiding your movements.

“That feels nice, baby,” Ransom’s voice sounded a little winded. “Just a little bit more.”

Ransom started fucking your face, the head of him hitting the back of your throat. You gagged and sputtered but you kept your mouth open, kept your lips wrapped around your teeth. A chorus of guttural moans came from Ransom as he sped up. But his thrusts weren’t too hard. He wasn’t trying to choke you.

You felt Lloyd sitting on the floor behind you, pressing up against your back. Large hands slid around your body as you drooled all over Ransom’s cock. Lloyd’s hands played with your breasts, the only barrier between them and his hands was the thin t-shirt you wore.

“You’re doing so well,” Lloyd purred in your ear while Ransom kept thrusting himself between your lips. “It looks like you’re really good at that.”

His voice made you shiver as his hands moved down your body. His rough hands yanked up the hem of your t-shirt before his fingers delved into your folds. The slightest tinge of soreness had you jerking to his touch.

The move allowed Ransom just a tiny bit further into your throat. His cry above you was a gorgeous sound.

“This is working you up, isn’t it?” Lloyd whispered, his fingers sliding easily over your clit, teasing that throbbing nub. “You enjoy having a cock in your mouth. Cupcake, you are such a surprise.”

Ransom abruptly pulled back from you, leaving you staring up at him with your mouth open. Impatiently, he dropped onto the floor with you, grabbing you and facing you away from him. You were on all fours as Ransom positioned himself behind you, roughly beginning to push into you.

“Hey,” Lloyd’s voice was pure warning. “Easy.”

When you looked up at the man who’d claimed you earlier, you saw he’d stripped off his shirt. As Ransom worked his cock into you, a bit more carefully than he’d started out, your gaze took in Lloyd’s heavily muscled torso, littered with scars and tattoos.

With a careful hand at your jaw, Lloyd urged you to tip your face up, to meet his gaze. And his eyes showed surprising concern.

“Okay?” he asked in a low voice as Ransom slid in as far as he could go, making you gasp.

You focused on breathing as Ransom started thrusting, his grip on your hips tight. He wasn’t as wide as Lloyd, but he was longer, spearing into you with enthusiasm. When you focused again on Lloyd, you managed a nod.

Getting down on your level, Lloyd kissed you again while you were being railed by Ransom. The careful dance of his lips was a contrast to the way Ransom feverishly went at you. It took your breath away for long seconds.

When the kiss ended, Lloyd rose above you. His hands opened his slacks and as Ransom had done, he took himself out and pointed himself at your lips. His voice was a deep rumble above you.

“Show me how good you are,” Lloyd bid you.

You did your best. You tried to take him slowly, but it wasn’t easy with Ransom’s thrusts pushing you forward. Lloyd slid towards the back of your throat before you were ready. But you made it work, teasing him with your tongue as he slid back and forth between your lips. One of his hands anchored in your hair as they pushed and pulled you between them in an erotic dance.

“Fuck,” Ransom muttered. “Someone likes it on the spit…” Leaning over your back, Ransom’s lips were at your ear. “You like this? Taking both of us from both ends?”

His chuckle at the way your body pulsed at his words lit you up in humiliation. You shouldn’t be so excited, you knew. You were trying to make them happy. Trying to stay alive. Every emotion that should be on the surface though was pushed down, buried. Fear, humiliation, dignity – all of them were locked away inside you, trapped by a layer of demand and euphoria. The only emotion that connected it all was guilt. And tonight, guilt was like that drunk friend who had no business giving you advice.

When Ransom sped up, his grip taking on an edge of pain, you cringed because you knew he was close. At the last second, he pulled out, his come drizzling over your ass. Lloyd’s invasion of your mouth continued. Ransom’s cries were breathy, filling the room as he rode out his release.

While your boss’s son sat on the floor watching, his breath ragged, Lloyd continued in measured movements. The hand gripping your hair slid down the back of your head, down your back to your ass. You gasped around him when his fingers slid down into the wet flesh Ransom vacated.

The sobbing sound you pulled from Lloyd made you happy.

Pulling himself off the floor, Ransom tucked himself back into his slacks and stumbled for the bedroom door.

“M’getting a drink,” he told you. “Want anything?”

“Vodka, neat,” Lloyd managed as you continued taking him with your mouth.

The minute the door was closed, Lloyd pulled back, looking way too pleased with the line of drool connecting your lower lip to the swollen head of his cock.

“He didn’t take very good care of you, now did he?” Lloyd asked.

You froze. What did he mean?

Grabbing your chin, he made you look up at him again. “You want to come, don’t you?”

What do I say to that?

No.

“Yes,” you whispered.

His lips curved beneath that mustache. His hands moved fast as they grabbed your t-shirt and stripped it off you. He used it to wipe off Ransom’s spend and tossed it away.

Then, as if you weighed nothing, Lloyd caught you about the waist and pulled you over him. Worked up as you were, you slid down easily enough on his erection. Your thighs wrapped around his slim hips as he anchored you both on his knees on the carpet.

You were chest to chest, your breasts crushed into his solid wall of muscle, with his hands holding your ass. You’d just managed to wrap your arms around his neck, your wet channel clamping around his cock, when he stilled. He bit your lower lip to get your attention.

“Ready?” he asked softly.

Lloyd didn’t wait for an answer. His hands guided you to move up and down on him. It was closer to the truth to say he was bouncing you up and down on his cock. You liked how he felt better than Ransom, the way he stretched your inner walls as he thrust up into your core. You liked watching all those muscles work as he moved you just how he wanted. You liked the way his sweat-slick skin felt under your fingers, the way his mustache bristled against your nipples before his lips and tongue made it better.

Something he did with his teeth and tongue at your breasts had you breaking out in a sweat as he fucked you. You were clamping around him, whimpering as you tried to move with him. Lloyd noticed, grinning around one of your nipples.

“Ready to come for me, beautiful?” Lloyd asked, his heated blue eyes lit up in lust as he watched you.

You nodded. You were beyond speech at this point.

“You didn’t come for Ransom,” he stretched up to murmur in your ear. “It’s my dick you want, isn’t it?”

How did you answer that? You shouldn’t want either one of them.

“Didn’t you?” Lloyd’s thrusts sped up, hitting harder. It took your breath away, sensations swelling in you.

“Yes,” you whispered.

“You’re almost there, aren’t you?” Lloyd doubled down on everything he was doing, and your vision was fading to black as you worked with him, fighting for your release.

“Please,” you managed.

“Please what?”

Your mind scrambled as he fucked you hard now. It was all you could do to hang on, your thighs shaking around him as you pushed down with each upward thrust. What? What did he want you to say?

“Please, Lloyd,” you remembered. “I need to come… so bad.”

The smile that earned you had your heart squeezing in your chest. Lloyd worked you hard on his cock until all that sensation racing through your veins pushed you off the cliff. As the orgasm rocked you, you held onto him, your pussy grabbing him in need. Pressing your face into his neck, your cries were muffled as you worked together, harder and faster.

Lloyd didn’t try to keep quiet as he held on one hard thrust, rutting into you as he came. His eyes were closed as he unloaded into you, his hands holding you tightly in place. His heartbeat was solid and strong against yours as he held you there against him, his breath rushing with yours.

You didn’t expect Lloyd to press a kiss on your forehead. It startled you when he rose from the floor with you and carried you back to the bed. Pulling back the covers, he eased you in and covered you up.

Your sweat-covered skin was cooling, and your muscles ached. The fine linens felt nice against your skin as Lloyd leaned down to press another kiss on your bare shoulder.

“Stay here,” he told you, his eyes searching yours. “I’ll bring you a glass of water.”

Nodding, you said, “Thank you.”

You didn’t know what to do with the look he cut you before pulling his slacks back up, putting himself away as his breathing slowed. Was that kindness?

What, if anything, did it mean for your future?

“Hey.” Lloyd studied you for a moment. “Rest. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

You didn't know what to believe. But you were exhausted on every level and your body ached. You watched him pull on his discarded shirt and stroll out of the room, walking like he owned the world. He turned out the overhead light as he did.

You found comfort in that darkness. Sleep found you.

***

Lloyd found Ransom sprawled on the couch in his living room, flipping through streaming services to find something to watch. The glass of vodka Lloyd requested waited on the coffee table in front of him. Taking a seat on the plush chair next to the couch, he slowly reached for the drink.

Ransom's gaze didn't leave the screen. "You want something."

It wasn't a question. The man he collaborated with often liked to think he could read Lloyd much better than he actually could. Most of the time. This time, Ransom was right. He did want something and he didn't say anything to deny it.

When those cool blue eyes turned on him, Ransom said, "You want the girl."

The vodka burned its way to his stomach and Lloyd grinned. "What gave it away?"

"The fact that she was delivered to the guest room you use when you stay here," Ransom spoke slowly. "She wasn't waiting in my room."

"You like to sleep alone," Lloyd pointed out.

And that wasn't the way Ransom expected the evening to go. It would have gone that way. But Lloyd had decided to fuck with him by having her. What he hadn't counted on was how sweet she was, how good she felt. The way she tasted...

Her doe-eyed innocence and submissiveness were just the icing on top of the perfect little cupcake.

To Ransom, she was just another girl to fill his bed and entertain him for a night or two. Sure, she worked for his mother but that was easily fixed. No one else would really miss her.

There was also the issue of what she may have seen or heard. That's where things got a little complicated with Ransom. The man could be callous in dealing with what he considered "minor problems." That put the girl in his bed at risk. It also meant he was going to have to cash in a favor to protect her.

And Lloyd would expect something from her for that sacrifice. Just the thought of all the ways she could pay him back had him getting hard again.

"I'm not done with her." Ransom turned his attention back to the screen.

Lloyd accepted that. He'd guessed as much.

"What are your plans for her when you are?" Lloyd was blunt.

Ransom finished the beer in his hand. "As far as I'm concerned, she just needs to leave a voicemail to quit her job at my mother's real estate firm. I threaten her with video footage and she disappears from my life.

That got his attention. Ransom didn't like loose ends. That meant he'd enjoyed her as much as Lloyd had or he felt something for her. Either scenario gave him a rare bout of jealousy.

"Why do you want her?" Ransom asked. "She's not exactly your type."

Lloyd didn't have an answer at the moment. It didn't happen often. He just knew he wasn't done with her either. And he was conflicted about it. Ransom didn't intend to have her killed. Still, Lloyd didn't like the idea of her being vulnerable and alone in a dangerous world after they both got what they wanted from her.

Not when she was so malleable, so grateful.

"You owe me for dealing with Ryan," Lloyd said.

Ransom's brows rose as his gaze returned to him. "All you want for that is a piece of ass?"

Taking care of his "Ryan problem" was a big deal. And Lloyd had already decided on some level that she was more than a piece of ass. Still, he nodded.

Seeming to consider it for a moment, Ransom finally nodded. "I want another go at her. Alone."

Lloyd grinned. "No."

"Afraid she'll be ruined for you when I give her back to you?"

Not at all.

"Just making sure you don't drug her up again." Lloyd didn't want to examine any other reasons why he didn't want to leave her alone with the other man. Even if he was just there to watch, he would be there.

"Fine." Ransom sighed and went back to watching his game. "Tomorrow."

Draining his glass, Lloyd placed it back on the table. Rising, he headed back to the guest room. To her.

He had plans to make.

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