#it's our time to shoot for the stars and we ain't gonna stop until the world is ours / in character.

[redhead1180]

A Good Friday Night

Rafe x fem!reader x JJ

I'm horny I don't know what to tell you. No plot, just SMUT. 3some with p in v and anal.

MDNI

You don't know how it happened, but here you were at a party locked in a bedroom, again, with Rafe Cameron and JJ Maybank. Currently, JJ was eating out like you were his last meal, making you see fucking stars. Meanwhile, Rafe had hands wrapped around your hair as he face fucked you into oblivion.

"Shit Maybank her mouth feels like fucking heaven" Rafe panted as he thrust hard into your mouth.

You were gagging with each thrust, he was hitting the back of your throat so hard. You had spit and cum squeezing out your mouth from him.

JJ pulled his head back, making you whine from him stopping, "She's so fucking sweet Cameron, god damn it's like a damn buffet"

You reached for his head to push him back down, making him chuckle "I coming back darling, don't worry" as his lips reattached to your clit and he shoved two fingers in your pussy. You moaned loudly around Rafe, causing him to groan and thrust faster.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum, shitshitshit" He panted as you felt ropes of his seed shoot down your throat. "Fuck baby, you took that so damn good." He praised as he kissed you passionately.

His climax caused the band in your stomach to snap and you cum all over JJ fingers and face, and all you could hear was him slurping up all your juices as they pushed out. JJ raised up wiping his mouth and smiling.

"Good fucking girl, making your daddies proud tonight" JJ smiled down at you.

You feel like a ragdoll, your orgasm making your limbs feel like jelly.

JJ laid down and pulled you on top of him as Rafe slid down the bed behind you.

"No darling, we ain't done with you yet" JJ drawled out, his southern accent heavy. He held you up and lined his cock up with your pussy, running his tips through your folds and spreading around your juices. He pulled you down on his cock and you moaned from the stretch.

"Fuucckk" JJ moaned as he filled you up. "shit baby this pussy is so tight. Gonna make me nut before I move"

"Keep it together Maybank" Rafe bit out to JJ.

"Bro, I got it, get a move on down there" JJ huffed.

"Will you two shut up and fuck me already" you groaned.

Rafe slapped you ass hard, causing you to clench up around JJ, making him moan with pleasure. JJ pulled you down and slammed his lips to your, forcing his tongue in and dominating your mouth. You felt Rafe spread your cheeks and spit on your puckered hole. You whimpered in JJ's mouth as Rafe spread it around. You felt the tip of his cock against your hole and forced yourself to relax.

"That's right baby, relax for big daddy" Rafe cooed as he slowly pushed his cock into your hole. Your grabbed at JJ's shoulders, moaning into his mouth. JJ pulled away "Really, big daddy huh?" He questioned, arching an eyebrow.

"Shit the fuck Maybank" Rafe hissed, clearly concentrating. You threw your head back and released a pornographic moan as Rafe bottomed out. Your nails dug into JJ's shoulders as you panted in his neck.

"That's it Mama, taking us so good, that's our girl" JJ hummed in your ear. Slowly him and Rafe began thrusting into you until they found a rhythm. All you could do was hang on as they used you like a fuck toy. You never felt so full, well maybe last time this happened, but it was like a drug. The both of them inside you was an addiction.

You're body felt so alive, your stomach and core tingles as your toes curled. All three of you were panting and sweaty as your climaxes built. In between panting and moans, Rafe and JJ gave you praises. You could distantly hear "Such a good girl" "Fuck you feel amazing" "So dam tight baby" and other praise as they pushed you closer and closer to the edge. Rafe grabbed your hair and pulled you back to his chest, JJ reaching down to rub your clit.

"Fuck, daddies, m'close" You screamed

"c'mon baby let go for us" Rafe rasped in your ear.

That was all it took to hurl you over the edge. Your release hit you like a freight train and you screamed grabbing Rafe's hair and JJ's arm. Your vision went white as you coated JJ's cock with your release.

"shit shit shit, fuck" JJ groaned as you felt him cum inside you. Rafe was grunting your ear as he continued to slam into you. He groaned and bit your shoulder as you felt his release inside you. You were limp as Rafe laid you on JJ and pulled out. He spread your cheeks watching as his cum spilled out of you.

"Damn baby, that's so fucking hot" Rafe chuckled.

JJ gently rolled you onto your side, pulling out slowly. He pushed your hair out of your face and planted kisses on your face and neck. "You did so good Mama, so damn good, for us."

You smiled and sighed. Rafe slid up behind you and wrapped his arm around you. "How about we get you in the bath and clean you up" Rafe murmured in you ear.

"Yeah, I'd like that" you sigh as Rafe picks you and carries your the ensuite bathroom, while JJ got the bath running.

They both gave you a kiss as they placed you in the water "Our good girl"

You just grinned and bit your lip. Turned out not too bad of a Friday night after all.

Tag moots @princessmaybank @acooltalebouquet @drudyslut @blueicequeen19 @rafescurtainbangz @rafesthroatbaby @haven247 @oceandriveab @starfxkr @echo-at-the-pond @moremaybank @starkeysprincess @babygorewhore

[joprompts]

sweeney todd: the demon barber of fleet street lyric starters. act two. starters from the musical. adjust as necessary.

over here, boy, how about some ale?

more hot pies!

and what's your pleasure, dearie?

oops! i beg your pardon! just me hands is smeary—!

god, that's good!

what's my secret? frankly, dear — forgive my candor — family secret.

but we have to prepare!

is that a chair fit for a king?

i have a few minor adjustments to make.

you take your time.

me heart's aflutter!

i am in the dark beside you.

i'd want you beautiful and pale, the way i've dreamed you were.

i think we shall not meet again, my little dove. my sweet.

you're gone and yet you're mine.

city on fire!

i still have reason to rejoice. the way ahead to clear.

it's always morning in my mind.

i knew you'd come for me one day.

you stay the way i've dreamed you are.

oh, look! a star! a shooting star!

and though i'll think of you, i guess, until the day i die, i think i miss you less and less as every day goes by.

if only angels could prevail, we'd be the way we were.

wake up! another bright, red day!

we learn to say goodbye.

i'm so happy.

i could eat you up, i really could!

you know what i'd like to do, what i dream?

don't you want to know?

by the sea, that's the life i covet.

oh, i know you'd love it!

wouldn't that be smashing?

with the sea at our gate, we'll have kippered herring wot have swum to us straight from the straits of bering.

unless we've got better to do.

think how snug it'll be underneath our flannel when it's just you and me and the english channel.

we'll have chums over every friday.

don't you love the weather?

we'll grow old together.

oh, i can see us now — in our bathing dresses — you in a nice navy — and me, stripes perhaps. hmm.

but a seaside wedding could be devised.

you know, mum, there's nothing i wouldn't do for you. 

if there was a monster or an ogre or anything bad like that wot was after you, i'd rip it apart with my bare fists, i would. 

what a sweet child it is.

here, what is this? what are you talking about?

nothing's gonna harm you, not while i'm around.

demons are prowling everywhere nowadays. i'll send them howling. i don't care — i got ways.

others can desert you — not to worry, whistle, i'll be there.

demons'll charm you with a smile for a while.

not to worry, i may not be smart, but i ain't dumb!

i can do it. put me to it. show me something i can overcome.

being close and being cleaver ain't like being true.

i would never hide a thing from you like some.

now, let's stop all this foolish chatter and just sit here, nice and quiet. 

i didn't know you was a music lover, too.

when i saw this dear old song book i couldn't resist.

where are you hiding?

but they are after us still. what if they should trace us here? oh, let me come with you!

my darling, there is no safety for you on the street.

the risk is too great.

soon we'll be gone and sailing the seas.

i'll be back before those lips have time to lose that smile. 

oh, she’s the devil’s wife! oh, beware her, sir. beware of her. she, with no pity in her heart. 

hey, don't i know you?

you're in a merry mood today again.

how seldom it is one meets a fellow spirit.

with a fellow taste in women, at least.

have all the demons in hell been sent to torment me?

why did you scream?

no, i never lied!

i've come home again.

you’re a bloody wonder. eminently practical and yet appropriate as always.

as you've said repeatedly, there's little point in dwelling in the past.

come here, my love. not a thing to fear, my love.

what's dead is dead.

everything i did, i swear it was only for the best.

can we still be married?

the history of the world, my pet, is learn forgiveness and try to forget.

and life is for the alive, my dear. so let's keep living it!

to seek revenge may lead to hell.

to seek revenge may lead to hell, but everyone does it and seldom as well.

[highspeedsblog]

RPGs and Mortars

One of the first things you realize when you're down range is that there is a good percentage of local nationals that don't like your ass. They did not want Americans in their country. Insurgents wanted us dead. Period. Those Insurgents had no boundaries when it came to drawing American blood. Sure, some of the local nationals loved us. The rest didn't, plain and simple.

So, right off the bat, you come into enemy fire. It was everywhere. We used to get hit several times a day with Rocket Propelled Grenades (RPGs) and/or mortars. So, basically there's explosions everywhere, every day.

The first few weeks, maybe, everytime there's an explosion, you hit the ground. Doesn't matter if it's close or not, that's just a natural reaction. You make sure you hit the ground, because you want to make sure you don't get hit or get hit by shrapnel or any other shit coming off that bad boy. Because, in all reality, you don't know what that incoming mother fucker is or how bad it is. So, you hit the deck.

By the time you are six months into the deployment, you stop hitting the deck. I never thought about it until years later. It's fucked up. It's not that we don't give a fuck, it just becomes a normal, everyday occurrence. Background noise, if you will.

A soldier driving a yellow Hyster forklift down the horribly paved road in Tikrit, minding their own business, suddenly feels the wind of an RPG wiz by their face. So, they turn the damn thing around and drive right back to their starting point. They walk right back in the office, plop down on a bench, reach into their DCU cargo pocket for their ciggs, and light one up right then and there. Another nearby soldier asks "What the fuck are you doing, soldier?" The returning soldier's eyes dart right over to them and with the cigarette hanging from their lips, they say, "Welp, looks like the other unit isn't gonna borrow our forklift this minute because halfway there a fucking RPG flew by........six inches from my face and I'm still alive......So I'm gonna enjoy this cancer stick right here and now."

The FOB (Forward Operating Base) sat at the edge of the Tigris River and there was a bridge that crossed over. That bridge was way too close. What the insurgents used to do was drive a truck across with a guy in the bed, laid down, RPG set to fire. Just as the truck would get on the bridge, guy in the bed would sit up, position, fire, and pray that Allah would let it hit someone. And by "someone" I mean an American soldier. This happened several times a day, not just from the bridge either.

So, by month eight or nine of a twelve month deployment, you're jaded. Shit is exploding here and there and you continue doing whatever the hell it is you were already doing. You don't miss a beat. Although, there are the occasional bastards that hit a little too close for comfort and you instinctively hit the deck. After the ringing in your ears begin to subside, you start feeling on yourself (without looking, just feeling) to make sure all your body parts are there. Am I good? Okay. Now get the fuck up. Chow ain't gonna eat itself.

I forget what year it was that the Iraqi soccer team won the Olympics or something, them hadjis lost their shit. I happened to be by the water filtration plant, laying in a canoe under the stars, on the lake. Next thing I knew, I saw shooting stars. They weren't shooting stars though, they were fucking tracer rounds lighting up the night sky. The local nationals were shooting off rounds in celebration of their soccer teams victory. No exaggeration, there were hundreds of streaks in the sky at one point. I sat up and thought, "Welp, I guess I better kick rocks." Those rounds gotta land somewhere. It was kind of pretty though.

Probably the only time we hit the deck is if we are in an unfamiliar place. Something pops off in an area we aren't too familiar with, then yes, we drop. And even then, we get right back up and start thinking, "Shit, where's my weapon? Why don't I have my weapon? Where the fuck did I leave it? I'm about to be in some deep shit without my weapon!" You start to become a little flustered because you cant even remember when you had that god damned weapon last. After a few minutes of this train of thought, you finally remember that you have been back in the U.S. for ten, fifteen years or what have you, and what you just heard that made you drop probably wasn't even a mortar....or an RPG.....maybe it was just your Dad's Harley backfiring in the carport.

Fuck it, I'd rather die standing up than crouching in fear somewhere.

[rpc-cafe]

it's our time to shoot the stars

we ain't gonna stop until the world is ours

[invictarre-archive]

                     ❝  Did you know that a Charizard’s flames, already burning at a temperature high enough to melt almost anything, are made even hotter during battle transformations?

                     A Mega Charizard X’s blue fire is not only aesthetically stunning: it is the hottest possible natural flame currently known to us. It surpasses even those of the Gigantamax transformation, so is much more likely to leave opponents with a burn and can increase the power of Fire-type moves. If you’re planning to battle one, make sure to stock up on Burn Heals and Rawst berries!  ❞

                     ❝  But the Gigantamax form, never one to be outdone, has a much higher internal temperature and can make it climb even higher at will. This form is so effective at leaking heat that I actually had to place a self-imposed ban on certain moves like Heat Wave, simply because it would envelop everyone in the stadium and give us all heat stroke. I can’t imagine that would be a very pleasant ending to any battle.  ❞

[anxiouspotato]

Hey y'all! Happy November! This months song comes from a long nostalgic story for me. I chose "All Star" by Smash Mouth. Why did I choose a 23 year old song? Ah yes. Buckle up folks! Story time! Picture it: fifth grade year, early 2010s. One of the boys in my class would play this song in the morning on the bus once we arrived to school. He'd crank it up, open the bus windows and scream it as loud as he could. He was caught one morning by one of our teachers and thought he was in trouble until they started laughing and told him his perfomance made their day. From that day on, this song literally became our anthem and our teachers encouraged it. Fast forward to the last day. Picture it: teachers lining the sidewalks waving goodbye, busses start pulling out and 50 bus windows simutaniously open and the song "All Star" begins blaring with the entirety of the 5th grade class screaming it. Probably one of the greatest coordinated efforts that I've seen at my school. Hope y'all have a great November!

Lyrics:

Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me

I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed

She was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb

In the shape of an "L" on her forehead

Well, the years start coming and they don't stop coming

Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running

Didn't make sense not to live for fun

Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb

So much to do, so much to see

So what's wrong with taking the back streets?

You'll never know if you don't go (GO!)

You'll never shine if you don't glow

Hey, now, you're an all-star, get your game on, go play

Hey, now, you're a rock star, get the show on, get paid

And all that glitters is gold

Only shooting stars break the mold

It's a cool place and they say it gets colder

You're bundled up now wait 'til you get older

But the meteor man beg to differ

Judging by the hole in the satellite picture

The ice we skate is getting pretty thin

The water's getting warm so you might as well swim

My world's on fire. How about yours?

That's the way I like it and I'll never get bored

Hey, now, you're an all-star, get your game on, go play

Hey, now, you're a rock star, get the show on, get paid

And all that glitters is gold

Only shooting stars break the mold

Go for the moon

Go for the moon

Go for the moon

Go for the moon

Hey, now, you're an all-star, get your game on, go play

Hey, now, you're a rock star, get the show on, get paid

And all that glitters is gold

Only shooting stars

Somebody once asked could I spare some change for gas

I need to get myself away from this place

I said yep, what a concept

I could use a little fuel myself

And we could all use a little change

Well, the years start coming and they don't stop coming

Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running

Didn't make sense not to live for fun

Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb

So much to do, so much to see

So what's wrong with taking the back streets?

You'll never know if you don't go

You'll never shine if you don't glow

Hey, now, you're an all-star, get your game on, go play

Hey, now, you're a rock star, get the show on, get paid

And all that glitters is gold

Only shooting stars break the mold

And all that glitters is gold

Only shooting stars break the mold

[sunflowercakemix]

Chuuya Nakahara x fem/Reader

/ Part 2

Reader P. O. V

,,..... There's waffles in the air, but flour in my hair.... " I sang softly carrying a large tray of cakes from the oven through the buzz of the bakery kitchen. The warm vanilla scent embraced me from the back as I got further from the oven station just for to quickly be replaced by the crisp air filled with the sound of crackling, wisking and busy foot steps from the main baking area. I change my singing tune happily as I develop a bounce to my step, my happiness blossoming into a little flower in my chest only for it to wither away with a loud yell " OI, L/N MOVE IT OVER THERE! THE CUSTOMERS AIN'T GONNA WAIT THE WHOLE MORNIN'!"

A sour thought and expression follow from me "Wow boss you really know how to motivate, eh?". I wave my boss away placing tray of cakes on a large table and walking out of his sight.

Right as I step back into the main kitchen I go back to tending to my flower of happiness, enjoying the scent playing in my nose. "Back to work Y/N!" I tell myself.

On their own my hands start moving, picking up flower and sugar. Trough my fingertips I let my emotions flow, right into the bowl with the mix. I let the stars of my dreams and lightning of my fear melt away in the bater, just to pour it in the mold to shove it in the oven to settle.

Closing up my first batch of the day I steal a glance at the people at the cash registre. I smile softly wishing I could see their faces or hear their heartbeat when they take the first bite, to see them be engulfed in the world I've baked. A smile tugs on my warm cheek one more time as I go back to baking with a new tune to my lips to my bosses dismay.

Third person P. O. V

Black hallways of the Port Mafia building echoed with the steps of a coat draped ginger wallking through them. The shallow sound following him all the way to large doors to his bosses office.

,,... Boss" the ginger said stepping inside.

,, Ah, Chuuya-kun you're here!".

Chuuya's boss, Mori Ougai, leaned to look at him from his kneeling position from the floor in front of a young blonde girl.

Chuuya quickly bowed ,, My apologies for interrupting you Sir but you quickly requested me to come here"

Mori started getting up from the floor. ,, In fact I did. The situation is rather urgent. Some of our smmuglers have turned out to be in fact another organization stealing from us. They have stolen an impressive amount of our cargo. " He sat at his desk ,, An impressive amount that's worth over 80 000 yen on the black market"

Chuuya nodded to this ,, So what's the plan?"

,, You'll take the Black Lizard on a raid to their hideout, leave the leaders alive and bring them to me. Understood?"

,, Yes boss! "

,, Good."

Chuuya bowed again as he exited the office.

                                 - || -

,, Damn it! The sun is gonna kill me." Chuuya cursed under his breath as he walked in front of a large tunnel. ,, Oya, and underground organization? This just might finnaly become interesting." he thought with a smirk.

Feverish red glow started to appear around him, his footsteps increasing in force 10 times as he started to walk inside of the darkness of the tunel.

,, These fuckers really are about to see what it's like to be crushed by gravity. "

Reader P. O. V

The noons in the bakery were always quiet so it wasn't very surprising to see most of my co-workers lazing around or smoking outside by the park.

These were also the times I used to work on my own recepies and notes since the kitchen was mostly empty.

The soft spikes of silence were scraping on my back as I was measuring honey over a bowl. I was enjoying my peacfull time until an explosion ripped from the park.

Dropping my utencials in shock, I snap my head towards the glass door where I see my co-workers gathering outside. I hurriedly join them, shaking.

They are yelling and pointing to the park near by, all of them soon silenced by another much bigger explosion. This one being followed by a wave of red glow pushing the whole crowd away.

,, Fuck no, I'm not dying today!!" was all my shaken up brain could muster.

My wobbly legs carried me back inside, where it was crammed with people. Both bystanders and workers.

Another explosion roared piercing the glass. ,, GURL get the hell out of here!" my head yelled and I listened. Pushing out through the crowd I found my way to the back ally behind the bakery. Hiding behind old boxes and garbage cans I hugged my knees hoping to calm my heart, wich was about to burst from fear. My hiding spot smelled like shit, but my best hope was that shit was gonna get blown up instead of me.

Third person P. O. V

Chuuya sent another piece of concrete flying ,,Hirotsu, call for back up!! We're losing here!!!".

As he yelled the piece he had sent flying  came back at him full force, followed by a wave of green acid.

,, Damn gifted..." Chuuya wipped the blood of his lip. The boss didn't tell him that the three leaders seem to have very powerful abilities. Two of them being the one he was fighting now.

One of them being able to copy his opponent's attacks the other one being able to control acid. The Black Lizard was currently fighting the third one, who was able to multiply herself.

No wonder they were able to steal so much.

Chuuya kept on attacking trying his best to then dodge his own moves, plus a rain of acid.

,, This is the feared Port Mafia?!?" asked the acid controler mockingly. ,, Im surprised you even figured us out with the weak ass game you showing here!" he yelled walking over to Chuuya who was now laying on the ground. The acid guy smirked and with a whip of his hand sent a hit of acid across Chuuya's chest.

Chuuya yelled from the pain. He tried to attack again, the pain on his chest making him weaker. The acid controler was preparing another hit when a black shadow punched through the air knocking him to the ground.

Chuuya tried lifting his head ,,Aktagawa?". He didn't get an answer just an image of a man in a black coat with a blonde female at his tail shooting.

Explosions different from earlier started forming around, stepped up by gun shots in the back.

Weak from his injuries Chuuya couldn't move until a nasty blast blew him away, knocking him unconscious while the shots contuied in the back.

Reader P. O. V

My knees and my mind kept shaking. I heard screams in the far open. I wanted join them in their demonstration of fear but I also felt like I needed to do something to help. Yet I stayed there quvivering.

I shut my numb eyes, I forgot how to blink in this ruckus, until I heard another blow closer to my hiding spot.

"FUCK I'M GONNA DIE" I thought

A thud followed, I got up ready to run until I saw body of an unconscious man laying in the beging of the ally way.

,, Someone else will help him.... " I looked around for that someone then another explosion came. ,,Aaaand that someone is me!"

I ran over to him and pulled him back to the place where I was hiding.

The bangs and thuds continued to bloom all around us. I looked over at the ginger man I pulled from the street hoping he would wake up so we could run from here.

He was out cold.

I couldn't just leave him there but neither could I run with him like this , so I just hugged my shaking knees again, praying that this would end soon.

Reared P. O. V

The chaos was finnaly cleared when it was deep in the night. The silence following it even harsher then the sounds of explosions before it.

I peeped out of my hidding, I saw police helping the scared or the injured on the streets but avoiding the area of the explosions.

I heard something shuffle next to me I quickly turn to find the ginger man opening his eyes.

With a lot of effort two bule eyes started looking into me.

,, Who the hell are.... You?!?" he snapped through his teeth.

,, Ummm.... Y/N... I'm Y/N!"

He kept panting and staring at me. ,, You better not be... AAGH!!" He yelped mid sentence clutching his chest.

,, Oh my god, are you ok?!?" I ask quickly.

He didn't answer.

,, The police is over there they can help you and.. "

,, NO, not the police! Just..." he went quiet again.

I looked at him worried. "He's not dying. Is he?!" I thought. Back at the street the sight seemed to have cleared. I put his arm over my shoulder.

,, What are you doing?!?" he snaps at me.

,, Sshh I'm gonna help you. Try to stay concious!"

Pulling the man with me through the back door into bakery kitchen I helped him sit on a table and lean against the wall.

,, Where are you hurt?" I ask. He points to his chest. I'm not given a chance to say more because he just started taking of his shirt.

A blush runs to my face. ,,Stop standing there and help me out. Do you have a faucet over here?" he asks. I lead him to the faucet where he washes what I now notice to be a burn. After washing it off he bandages himself up with the first aid kid I dug up from the drawers.

,, How are you feeling now?"

,, It hurts, but I'm better now" he replies. ,,Thank you.... erghh.. "

,, Y/N"

,, Thank you, Y/N"

His head leans against the wall making his hat drape over his eyes. ,, And mind if I ask who are you? " I cautiously break the silence.

He looks back at me,, Im Chuuya. Chuuya Nakahara"

,, Nice to meet you then, and one more thing why did you avoid the police when you clearly need help?" a little bravery awakes in me as I speak.

,, You don't play around, huh? Don't worry about that my boss took care of that" a smirk grows on his lips ,,You should worry about you breaking in here"

,, Hah! Nice try but I work here" I smirk back with pride.

,, What you're a baker?". He winces from pain a little as he speaks.

,, Mhm" I answer ,,Are you sure you are ok?"

A sighs comes out of him ,,I am just... Can you help me with my shirt, I... need to get going"

I sport a faint blush again as I help him with his shirt and coat. ,,You are sure about this? You don't seem ok"

He fixes his hat as he weakly gets off the table ,, I am".

Even with that strong reply I still am not convinced ,, Like 100% sure? "

I hear a light chuckle from him ,, 100% sure, thank you again Y/N" he tips his hat towards me.

,, It's nothing, hope you get back, wherever you came from, safe. Chuuya"

As I watch him leave through the back door with a weak step I try to sink in the strange man I had just met.

Chuuya P. O. V

The plush of the pillow in infirmary supported my head as the doctor tied new bandages to my back. The burn from that acid asshole was sure to leave a scar he said.

,, A-and that should do it" the doctor said. Soon after that we heard the door open.

,, How are you Chuuya-kun?". I recoginsed the voice and got up.

,, Much better Boss"

He nodded his head and as if on que the doctor left the room to us.

,, Im sorry to be the barer of bad news but I have to tell you that the group  got away, and that the most of the cargo was either destroyed or used in the battle"

,, THOSE SONS OF A BITCH" I stumped my fist on the mattress

,, Calm down Chuuya. This is a great loss for the Mafia but if we manage to catch them we will get much more than we have lost"

,, What do you mean?"

,, This organization has been trying to overthrow the Port Mafia by making deals with other groups. If we kill them we will get the money they offered to other groups and get fear in the bones of those who belived they could beat us." he paused to look at me ,, But for that I expect to see you back at work soon"

I nod ,, You will boss"

                               

                                    - || -

I was going back from the head quarters, carrying with me weight of a failed mission. It stung even worse than that burn on my chest.

I started looking around the streets of Yokohama thinking how a nice a bottle of wine will ease my sorrows when I get home.

This was the plan until I noticed a broken glass door. Behind it a familiar sighing sillouet tapping her fingers on the registre.

I decided to drown my troubles with something else.

Reader P. O. V

It's been three days since the bomb attacks and because the bakery was the closest to the scene of crime many people have become scared to come here, and the few gossipers wich did show up were only greeted with broken shop windows.

Guess that was preety flavorless for them since they never stayed long to buy anything.

Ticking of the clock was the only thing keeping me company. For the first time I couldn't wait to get out of here. The closing shifts were never fun.

Ticking then got interrupted by the sound of the bell above the door signaling a customer.

,, Is this still open?" the customer asked.

To my great surprise it was the man I pulled from the street.

,, Oh, it's you!?"

He walked over to the counter. ,, Hello Y/N"

Damn, he even remembers my name. ,,Um, hi! What brings you here?"

I ask.

,, I noticed you on the counter and rembered you work here, so I thought I should try what you gotta offer" he replied now looking at the displayed cakes and sweets.

Light crackles through me. This is my chance. ,,You know these displayed ones aren't the best tasting ones, right?" he raises an eyebrow to this ,,Really?"

,, Yup! Sit over there I'll join you soon". I run towards the kitchen and start cutting up a piece of strawberry cake I baked with my own recepie. The one boss refused to display.

     

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Carrying my pride and joy back I find the man sitting at a table looking around.

,, Heree you go~" I sing placing the cake in front of him. As he examines the piece I sit beside him placing my head on my hands. Heart thumping in wait to see his reaction.

Chuuya P. O. V

I wanted to grab a pastry and leave and yet I ended up here. Sitting in front of a girl with litteral fireworks pouring out of her eyes.

,, You really love your job, eh?" I ask. She laughs ,, My, my what gave it away!"

,, Your eyes and how you litteraly jumped at an opportunity to give me this cake" I honestly reply, turning my eyes back on the cake.

She crooks an eyebrow ,, You really don't miss anything?" she smiles ,, And I gotta say you're absolutely right. But I think it will be even clearer when you try the cake. Now chop, chop!"

I listen to her and place a fork in my mouth.

I feel my eyes go wide. It's like I just swallowed a ball of melted flowers in my mouth.

,, You.. You made this!? " I ask. Her sparkling eyes were on the verge of popping out. ,, I did. Do you like it?!"

,, It's amazing!" I greedily take another bite. A smile rivaling the sun appears on her face. Warming up the room.

The cake soon dissapered from the plate wich her didn't fail to notice.

,, Would you like some more?" she smirks. I cover my half full mouth to answer ,, Yes please!"

A chuckle follows her as she grabs the plate from me.

Soon she comes back. ,, You know I'm really glad you stopped by today! Since that whole bombing incident we haven't had many customers."

Guilt starts to wash over my throat. ,, Really?"

,, Yeah, it's not that fun without customers. Seeing their faces when they eat our treats to me is the greatest charm to baking!" she leans her head back smiling.

I continue to enjoy the cake and Y/N's radiating happiness when she speaks up again.

,, By the way, how did you end up getting caught in that blast back then? If you don't mind me asking."

I choke up a little. ,,I had buissnes there".

Her eyebrow quirks again ,, Some dangerous buissnes, eh? I hope your injury wasn't too bad"

Trying to brush off the conversation I say ,, I'm fine now thank you for asking".

,, You do kinda give me the gangster vibe". I don't think she knew how dangerous those words were.

,, Anyhow, I should get going. How much will this be?" I get up from the table.

,, It's on the house" Y/N says.

,, Hah! Do you do this for all your customers?" I laugh

,, Nah, only for the ones I like and besides" she gets up from her seat ,, You gave me the positive feedback I need to get that cake on the menu so thank you for that!"

The room felt warm again with her words I couldn't help but smile myself

,,In that case I'm glad I stopped by"

I walk over to the door as her voice rings through the room ,, Come again soon!"

[goldeneyed-brothers]

A bro of mine tagged me so—

SONGS TO WRITE MY MUSE(S)

Whether it be melodies that give you inspiration for your muse or songs that get you into the writing mood — Pick 10 songs you find to give you the urge, the drive, or the creativity to write for your muse!

Hop

1– “Zero”, Imagine Dragons

“Hello, hello, let me tell you what it’s like to be a zero, zero, let me tell you what it’s like to never feel, feel, like I’m good enough for anything that’s real, real—I’m lookin’ for a way out”

2– “Die Young” Ke$ha

“Lookin’ for some trouble tonight, (yeah), take my hand, I’ll show you the wild side”

3– “Looking Up”, Safetysuit

“I’d say, they’re looking up, take all my troubles ‘cause I’ve had enough, I’d say, they’re looking up, and I’m feeling so fine”

4– “Wild Things”, Alessia Cara

“So hey, we brought our drum, and this is how we dance, no mistakin’, we make our breaks, if you don’t like our 808s then, leave us alone, ‘cause we don’t need your policies, we have no apologies for being”

5– “Something Just Like This”, The Chainsmokers ft. Coldplay (the person who tagged me will know where this came from ;3)

“And Superman unrolls a suit before he lifts, but I’m not the kind of person that it fits”

6– “Stick Together”, Elias Naslin ft. Lucy & Elbot, Elijah N

“I can pick you up, when you’re headed down. When it all just sucks, I’ll be your Charlie Brown”

7– “You And Me (But Mostly Me)”, The Book of Mormon Soundtrack

“Something incredible, I’ll do something incredible”

8– “Alive”, Krewella

“And I just wanna sink into your crazy laughter, come on make me feel until the pain don’t matter, every second here makes my heart beat faster—I finally think I found what I’m chasin’ after”

9– “Good Times”, All Time Low

“I never wanna leave this sunset town, but one day the time may come”

10– “Pride”, American Authors

“I ain't never giving up, I ain't never ever, I ain't never ever giving up my pride, I ain't never letting go, I ain't never ever, I ain't never ever gonna sell my soul”

Leon

1– “Cool Me Down”, Margaret

“I’m hotter than a fire, water can’t cool me down, water can’t cool me down, down, down”

2– “Dancing In The Dark”, Rihanna

“I wanna dance in the dark, and never stop, we gonna light up the night, like shooting stars”

3– “Heavy”, Lincoln Park

“I know I’m not the center of the universe, but you can spin around me just the same”

4– “Colors”, Halsey

“You’re dripping like a saturated sunrise, you’re spilling like an overflowing sink”

5– “Kill The Lights”, Set It Off

“Kill the lights, kill the actor, kill the actress, I’m afraid that the spotlight dried you up”

6– “If I Had You”, Adam Lambert

“If I had you, that would be the only thing I ever need, if I had you, then money, fame and fortune never could compete”

7– “Circus”, Britney Spears

“All eyes on me, in the center of the ring, just like a circus”

8– “Castle In The Sky”, DJ Satomi

“Fairy tales live in me, fables coming from my memory, fantasy’s not a crime, find your castle in the sky”

9– “Proud Corazón”, Coco Soundtrack

“To a melody played on the strings of our souls, and a rhythm that rattled us down to the bone, our love for each other will live on forever, in every bit of my proud corazón”

10– “Haven’t Met You Yet”, Michael Buble

“I’m not surprised, not everything lasts, I’ve broken my heart so many times, I’ve stopped keepin’ track”

Tagged by: @hndsoff

Tagging: anyone who wants to do this!

[marveloustiming]

Look at the Stars ( Part 1\?)

Gif not mine.

"You okay Marris?" I was drawn out from my memories as Rocket spoke to me.

"Yeah I'm alright" I said as I rummaged through my old red and black backpack. I still had this thing after who knows how many years, although I had added things to it over the years. I had outgrown the clothes so I was forced to get new ones, and I ended up breaking the headphones by accident. I added a tablet, new headphones, and a leather jacket to the mix though. I snickered as Rocket kept insulting a few people that walked around us and only grinned wider when I saw that Groot was drinking from the fountain.

"Don't drink fountain water, you idiot. That's disgusting" Rocket said. Groot shook his head. "Yes you did. I just saw you doing it. Why are you lying?" Rockets device started to ring, indicating that there was a criminal with a bounty on their head nearby. "Okay humie, how bad does someone wanna find you. 40,000 units? We're gonna be rich!" I smiled and suggested we head toward him.

I was startled to find a woman with green skin on top of him. Over the years I had gotten used to all of the different types of species and colors that came along with this kind of work. But this woman was familiar. Although I had never met her or seen her in person, there were stories of her working with powerful and violent man named Ronan. She was practically raised to be a weapon. Rocket tackled her off of the man while ordering Groot to put Peter into the bag. Although Groot seemed to get mixed up as he aimed for Gamora instead. I took off after Peter as he started to run. I felt and saw a knife go by me as it landed onto Peters hand, which made him drop the metal ball. We all seemed to be after something different. Peter and Gamora wanted the ball while me, Groot, and Rocket wanted Peter. The women jumped off of the bridge as the ball fell down, me and Peter following after. Peter landed on Gamora while I landed not to far off. "Fool, should have learned." Gamora threatened. "I don't learn, its one of my issues." Peter retorted before slamming a rocket onto Gomora's side and made her shoot off and slam into a fountain. As Peter stood up, I rushed to him and punched him in the face, right as Groot put a bag on Peter and lifted him up. "Quit smiling you idiot. We're supposed to be professionals" Rocket commented. "Oh leave him alone. He's just happy." I stopped walking immediately after I said that. Gamora was striding towards us. She pushed Rocket out of her way and immediately went towards me and Groot. Before I could do anything she slammed her sword into my head and I blacked out.

I was slightly aware to me being lifted up into the air. I could see Groot next to me and Rocket next to him. Then there was Gamora on my other side. The ships that surrounded us were lifting us up. It was the Nova Corps. They ordered Rocket to drop his weapon and informed us that we were under arrest for the destruction of property. I blacked out again quickly after that. I was rudly awoken for good to me being shoved upwards. I stumbled forward as the man shoved me towards the door. I could hear Rocket shouting at him, but I couldn't process what. In the room there was glass separating me from two Nova Corps officers. "Arva Anne Connors from Terra. Mostly refers to herself as Arva Marris though. She is able to control the elements and electricity, as well as turn herself into different animals. Most of her powers are the result of illegal genetic and cybernetic experiments on a living human. She's traveled with Subject 89P13 and the thing that calls itself Groot." I was quickly ushered out of the space after that.

"I guess most of Nova Corps wants to uphold the law but these ones here, they're corrupt and cruel. But hey. That's not my problem. I ain't gonna be here long. Me and Marris have escaped twenty two prisons, this ones no different. You're lucky the broad showed up 'cause otherwise me, Groot, and Marris would be collecting that bounty right now and and you'd be drawn and quartered by Yondu and those Ravengers." Rocket explained loudly.

"I've had a lot of folks try to kill me over the years. I'm ain't about to be brought down by a tree, a girl, and a talking raccoon" Peter said. "Raccoon? What's a raccoon?" Rocket questioned. "What's a raccoon? Its what you are, stupid." " Ain't no thing like me except me." " So this this orb has a real shiny blue suitcase arch of the covenant Maltese falcon kinda vibe." This continued on for a while until Peter got tased for trying to get one of his belongings. After that we were all escorted into a room and told to strip down to our undergarments. I was incredibly hesitant to do so but I feared that I might get the same treatment as Peter for resisting. As I stepped into the cell I was sprayed with a gooey orange substance. The force of it blasted me to the back of the cell and it startled me to the point where I couldn't move for a few seconds, but when I came to my senses I turned my back to it. I was given a yellow jumpsuit to change into and than shoved into another room. I felt anger at being treated so harshly. Before I could control it my arms lit on fire. I was quick to put it out and get the jumpsuit on and go sit on one of the benches.

Soon after that Peter came in and tried to act on his anger. As soon as he turned around he was surrounded by four flying guns. Peter backed down and was quick to get dressed. He ended up sitting beside me for whatever reason. When I looked at him questionably, all he said was " You seem like the most normal out of the group." The next one to come in was Rocket. I could see the wounds on his back. Unlike me though, Peter was blatantly staring at them, so I poked him in the side to get his attention. I shook my head to indicate that Rocket didn't like being stared at. After everybody else coming in and changing, we we ushered into another room and given sleeping bags. This room though seemed to be the center of the prison. It looked like the cafeteria. Dozens of inmates were milling around sitting at one of the many tables. Right in the middle of the room was a giant watchtower where some guards were stationed. A few seconds after we walked in the inmates started to yell and throw things at us. They were mostly aiming for Gamora, shouting words like murder. "Like I said she's got a rep. Lot of prisoners here lost their families to Ronan and his goons. She'll last a day, tops. " Rocket said." The guards will protect her right?" Peter asked." They're here to stop us from getting out. They don't care what we do to each other inside." I was the one who answered his question." Whatever nightmares the future holds are dreams compared to what is behind me." A second after Gamora said that two men came up in front of Peter.

"Check out the new meat," the blue one said " We're gonna slather you up in Navian jelly," As that man was speaking I focused on the other guy. As I looked closer I began to recognize him. It was Luke. He looked much older than when I last saw him. His hair had streaks of gray in them and I could see wrinkles starting to form around his cruel eyes. "How're you doing sweetie?" Before I could respond two branches slid up Luke's nose and lifted him clear off of the ground. I looked over to see that Groot had him and the blue guy. I had told Rocket and Groot about Luke and guessing from their pissed off expressions they could guess exactly who Luke was. "Let's make something clear! This one here are our booty! You wanna get to him, you go through us! Or more accurately, we go through you!" During Rockets speech I lit my arms on fire to seem more intimidating. While Groot dropped the two men I sent a glare to all the people around us. We walked over the now sobbing men and headed for the sleeping quarters. I took up a spot next to Rocket and Groot and leaned against the wall.

"So, how're we gonna get out of here?" I whispered to Rocket. He looked to be deep on thought for a second before speaking. "I was thinking of the watchtower. Of we could get in there then we'll be golden. We just need a way to get in there." There was only one easy way of doing that. "The security bands that the guards wear. I've seen them use it dozens of times. Its the easiest way." We continued from there and soon I fell asleep.

[invictarre-archive]

                    ❝  While I won’t pretend to be an expert on Dragons or their history, I’m not a fan of gatekeeping. It should be up to the pokemon themselves to decide who they want to align themselves with, and while of course there is a very real possibility for things like abuse and neglect, born either from ignorance or malice... that’s unfortunately present with all types.  ❞

                     ❝  Char, Baron, Trebuchet... Even little Jonagold... They chose me to train them, regardless of my total lack of Dragonbonded heritage, and in return I have made the best effort to befriend them and give them the best possible life. That being said, however, I won’t pretend I raised them entirely single-handedly. Being in the lucky position I was, the League had access to all sorts of Dragon experts from around the world who could help me understand the type, and from there I was able to learn as I went and eventually grow as comfortable around them as I am right now. Gatekeeping Dragons as a whole isn’t something I find particularly helpful, but we must listen to the people with these spiritual ties when they tell us what’s best for the species’ health and happiness, even when the pokemon themselves have already chosen us as their Trainer.  ❞

[invictarre-archive]

                     ❝  Ignoring how often we have these ‘favourite pokemon of the week’ conversations, there’s a big difference between preferences and outright insulting other species.  ❞

                     ❝  If you don’t want to train a cat pokemon: don’t! No one is forcing you to do so. But to insist that they’re inherently evil or scheming or inferior to other species is incorrect, not to mention hurtful to those who have chosen a cat companion.  ❞

[invictarre-archive]

It sends out a mass text to everyone in Leon’s contact list. The text itself is gibberish, reading

< fdkjdjk4w843poeldw?@ws’#qdwl; !!!! kdf’[fde]per]pqe;#dqw;#qdw#3w :D >

and contains a hyperlink to a video of a Chatot mimicking its Trainer’s call of ‘good morning! good morning!!!’. Looks like Rotom wanted to say hello!

[invictarre-archive]

Leon may not fall under the 5′4 height limit, but that doesn’t mean Char’s not going to roughhouse a little! Let’s hope he wears some comfortable clothes, because today is going to be filled with a lot of (careful) throws onto the ground and exciting flight tricks.

[invictarre-archive]

                     ❝  Perhaps if people never decided to side with such a heinous group of criminals, they wouldn’t have the issue of trying to run away or hide from them once they realised what a stupid mistake they’d made. An unfortunate situation, I’m sure, but one entirely of their own making.  ❞

[invictarre-archive]

Black’s never been a major part of his wardrobe, at least not without some cute motif or contrasting design detail to take away from the heaviness of it. Red, meanwhile, is something he’s always loved (as if the colour his beloved Champion cape didn’t already make that abundantly clear).

                     ❝  I prefer the associations I have with red and black, rather than liking the combination itself. I don’t think I could pull it off nearly as well as some pokemon do.  ❞

[invictarre-archive]

@xfaucheuse​  /   it’s birthday time babeyyyyy

                      ❝  So, we’ve gotten ourselves into a theme with our gifts. You’ve got a Galarian sword, I’ve got the suit of armour from here in Kalos, and I think they were wonderful ways to share our original regions with each other. With that in mind... I decided it was time I found you something that represented us, together.  ❞

In Leon’s hands sits the thing he’d kept up on the top of their closet for the better part of a month. It had been wrapped up in an old jacket of his, both to keep it a secret and to avoid any potential scratching, and he was practically vibrating with excitement at the idea of finally getting to show it off. Carefully, he unwraps the gift to reveal a shield, identical in shape to those used by historical Kalosian knights from the same (approximate) era as the sword he gifted last year.

                     ❝  I had this custom made. The bulk of the shield, the metal part, was forged here in Kalos, whereas the backing and straps - enarmes, I think? - were all made from Galarian wood and leather. I figured it’d be a nice gesture to have the regions united in their shared contribution to making this, neither one having more influence than the other. The actual painting of the design I had done by a lovely Kalosian artist I found over at the Lumiose Museum. They got that traditional coat-of-arms style down perfectly!  ❞

Unsurprisingly, the design painted onto the shield is their personal crest. It has the signature Charizard standing proud in the centre, one wing sporting the traditional black and blue of a Mega X transformation while the other side has its wing engulfed in those signature Gigantamax flames. Black roses and dandelions lie delicately across the sides of the shield, careful to add depth without obscuring too much of the centre dragon. The final touch, of course, is their memo: MEMENTO VIVERE: REMEMBER TO LIVE.

A closer look will reveal tiny designs etched into the shield’s surface, invisible to all except the keenest of eyes. Yveltal, all stages of the Honedge line, Pumpkaboo, Jellicent, Dragapult, Applin and its evolutions... Just a tiny collection of the pokemon Leon has come to associate with one or both of them.

He holds the shield out with a soft smile, leaning close to press the gentlest of kisses against her lips.

                      ❝  I don’t know if our crest is recognised officially or if it’s more of a sentimental thing just for us... But I hope you like it all the same.  ❞