#last one didnt even do that she just. didnt let you set up before

[fjordfolk]

What i have learned in the past year is that i have a very strong preference for judges that let you set your dog on the table while they're assessing movement on the dog ahead. We have not been lucky so far this year 💀

[elliesanqel]

more loser!ellie please i need a part 2

needy, baby?

sypnosis; you’ve been out on patrol alot more often lately, and ellie, your girlfriend, was getting more needy for you the more you weren’t there and decides to make you aware. cw; sub/loser!ellie, soft dom!fem reader, fingering, oral sex, multiple orgasms, praising, e!receiving all, men and minors dni. a/n; okay so i loved writing this one, i looove needy ellie and istg i was dry before seeing these pics 🤨 also, this is a longer oneshot (took me a whole week to write instead of a day)…so the smutty scenes are longer🥰 hope u enjoy! 💋

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you stroll in through ellies garage door, closing it behind you as the heat from inside glides onto your skin, contasting the cold weather outside. your eyes scan through the room and immediately land on ellie who was laying on the bed, reading a book with her headphones on, listening to music. you immediately let a warm smile form on your lips, plumping up your cheeks. you drop your backpack off your shoulder and place it beside the door, next to ellies. you slide your shoes off, leaving them by the door.

as soon as you look at her, ellies eyes immediately met with your figure. a sigh of relief falling from her lips and she sits up, taking off her headphones and dropping her book, letting it close as she didnt care what page she was on, she was just happy to see you. she sits on the edge of the bed, urging you over to which you comply with a grin on your face.

“miss me?” you tease, standing inbetween her legs as her hands immediately move to grip your waist, pulling you closer as her arms wrap around you further. her cheek meets with your stomach, letting out a small ‘hmph’ into your hoodie. “mhm. of course i missed you, baby. been missin’ you alot lately.” she mumbles, her speech muffled by your hoodie, letting out another grumpy sigh as she spoke.

you frown, you were aware that you were being called on patrol alot more lately, but her words also made you feel a bit nervous to tell her what you’d found out before you arrived here. you rub the back of your neck, a nervous sigh falling from your lips. “well, uh…baby…?” you begin, your voice a bit stuttered. she lifted her head from your stomach, a frown forming on her face as her brows furrow, the tone in your voice setting her off for bad news.

“yeah?” she asks, her voice not showing an once of hopefulness. you rub your neck even more, taking a deep breath in as you felt her arms tighten around you further. ��see…well, im not back for the night, yet. i’ve still got to go out and do one last patrol before someone else is put in the shift, and—” you spoke, your voice full of nerves but it was abruptly cut off by a very grumpy ellie.

“what?! again? but you’ve just got back—you’ve been on patrol so much this month. i’ve been missing you, wanting you, needing you, and i—” she spoke, her words showing evident sadness at each one she spoke. however, she cut herself off as she realised what she’d just said, her eyes widening and her lips ever so slightly parting as your eyes widened too.

a small grin forms on your lips as you speak. “needing me?” you ask, your voice falling low. ellie had to admit, you were very adept at making everything sound hot—and this was a prime example. her sadness was ephemeral as soon as she heard the change of tone in your voice and the expression on your face.

you were extremely pensive when it came ellies feelings, you knew all too well she got needy at times and you loved reassuring her. her eyes scanned your expression, looking for a sign of doubt, but there was none. “so you’ve been needy, baby?” you whisper now, your hands reaching to cup ellies neck as your thumbs caress soft circles on her smooth skin, your head slowly lowering to hers.

her cheeks flush a bright pink, her lips parting further. she saw no use in denying though, if it meant she could get what she wanted faster, then she’d comply. she nods slowly, her eyes flashing with desperation. “mhm…” she breathes out, her whole demeanour seeming to change the more heated the moment got and she could already feel herself getting wet because of you.

“fuuuck, i’ve been needing you so badly, its been torture without you here all the time like you used to be.” she half-whimpers out, her breath starting to grow ragged as she gulps, eyeing your perfect figure before her. you could tell you were making her nervous.

your grin only grows when she admits this—you couldnt help but read between the lines, even if there was nothing to really read between, but the thoughts that formed in your head only made you more desperate to please your needy girlfriend. you breathe in slowly, cupping her cheek with one hand as your other stays on her neck—your lips lowering closer as they brush over hers, your voice low.

you left no time for any sugar-coating—you straight up asked. knowing that one; it’d only mess with her more, and two; her answer would most likely make you just as wet as she was, but you were better at disguising it.

“did you ever touch yourself thinking of me, sweetheart?”

ellies voice hitches, her thighs instinctively trying to tighten to keep the heat pooling between them tame, but as you were stood right inbetween her legs, they only tightened around you instead, which was definitely an answer to your question—much like her reply.

“y-yeah.” she replies, her eyes almost fluttering shut but your tug on her chin made them snap right back open. she felt her chest begin to tighten, butterflies completely flooding her stomach as your lips brushed against hers. her cheeks flaring with redness.

she almost looked ashamed—like she’d just admitted to something completely abominable; only, she hadnt. not to you, anyway. to you it was hot, reallll fucking hot. it only caused more images to form in your head. the idea of her holding a picture of you in her hand while her other was sliding down her naked lower half, her legs sprawled apart on the bed as she layed on it, her fingers slipping up and down her already soaked folds and beginning to toy with her clit, causing herself to emmit needy whines and curses. the occasional moaning of your name as she was obviously wishing it was you who was touching her.

the way you imagined her slipping two fingers inside her throbbing hole, desperately pumping them in and out as it made loud squelching noises from how wet she was. the facial expressions she would’ve been making—brows knitted together, mouth agape, cheeks flushed, eyes either rolling back or squeezed shut. the needy ‘nghhh—shit…oh my fuuuuck’ she’d scream.

you loved how needy your girlfriend could get sometimes, she was so unbelievably hot when she was, she was also alot more vocal which turned you on even more. you were completely lost in thought that you hadn’t even noticed ellie had been waiting for a response from you. your eyes snapped back to hers, looking at her up and down. you could tell she was wanting some reassurance from what she’d just admitted to you by her uncomfortable shifting.

“i’d better fix that then, hm?” you grin, laying a soft kiss on her lips before pulling back, eyesight level with hers. her cheeks flushed as you kissed her, her expression softening. she was about to ask something, but you stopped her before she could. “i’ll get someone else to do tonights patrol, don’t worry, princess.” you smirk, taking ellies hands off of your waist as slowly pushing her back on the bed as you began crawling on top of her.

she wasnt even able to react as you’d moved too quickly and suddenly you were on top of her, your thighs resting either side of her waist. you intertwined your hand with hers, pressing hers into the matress as you held it tight. your other hand swiped down, unbuttoning her skinny jeans and letting her help you slip them off along with her boxers.

her breath hitched once again, her eyes watching your every move as she felt the cool air against her heat. her eyes squeeze shut. “oh god…” she whispers, voice already sounding breathless. you grin, having not even touched her yet and she already sounded weak and tired. you inch your lips to brush against hers again, your voice low and dripping with tease. “want me to give you what you’ve been needing, sweetheart? want me to treat that pussy well?” you bite your bottom lip as you speak, her reaction to your words making your own pussy ache.

her breath stutters, her eyes flickering to your lips that were so close, before going back to your eyes. “yeah…p-please, baby. please.” she whispers, her breath hot against your lips. now, who were you to deny such beautiful manners?

your hand tightened on hers as it rested beside her head, your other trailing down and meeting with her heat, your fingers playing with her folds. her head instantly shot back, her eyes rolling. “oh my—ohh my fucking god…” she whines desperately. you’d barely even done anything yet and she was already whining like some loser.

your eyes soften. when you really thought about it, she was far from the tough facade people saw from the outside. she was genuinely your princess—you loved giving her that treatment, giving her what she wanted, she loved that too. the only truly dominant one in this relationship was you. she could be, but she loved the princess treatment more, and you could tell how much she loved you as she never let a single soul see this side of her.

your lips inch down to kiss her and she instantly reciprocated it, her lips gliding with yours as it instantly became sloppy and needy. your fingers began toying with her swollen clit, swirling it in soft circles which caused her to moan into your mouth and her hips buck up against your hand. you grin against her lips, your tongue gliding against her bottom lip to which she opened her own further, letting your tongue glide against hers, causing your own muffled sighs to escape.

your hand gripped hers tighter, smushing it into the pillow beneath her head as your fingers worked at a faster pace on her clit. all the while watching the way her face twists in pleasure as you kiss eachother passionately. you begin to urge two fingers now, slipping them effortlessly inside of her wet, aching pussy. you swore you could feel her walls instantly pulse around your fingers as you slid them inside of her.

this caused her to break the kiss, her head arching back in pure ecstasy as her eyes rolled back too, a croaked whimper escaping her throat. “oh, baby—oh fuuuck, keep going…faster.” she whines, hips bucking against your hand in a quicker pace.

she was in such a mess, and you were loving it. you decide to give her everything she wants, after all—she’d been needing you for ages now.

you pump your fingers faster, the pace making squelching noises from how she was already dripping with pre-cum. you curl them just right, making sure to press against her spongy spot with every pump which caused her mouth to completely fall open. “uuuhhh…” she whimpered, almost whore-like. “d-don’t stop. please don’t fucking stop…” she sighs out desperately, sounding hopeless and breathless. and you dont stop, continuing to pump your fingers at a rapid pace, all for your princess after all.

her body began shaking and you knew now that she was close—she didnt even have to say it. she could feel her stomach tighten, and you could feel her walls clenching around your digits. her eyebrows knitted together and her eyes clench shut, you could feel her hand tighten around yours, but you still held it against the pillow. “doing so well. come on baby, let go for me, yeah?” you urge, voice low as your lips glide against her ear.

you pump your fingers a few more times before her body jolts beneath you, her walls clamp down on your digits before she cums all over them. you grin against her ear, feeling her liquid pour down your hand. “fuck, you’re so hot. look at you, baby. you did so well for me.” you praise, because you know she loves that.

her eyes open slowly, her expression softening as her eyes met yours. “shit, baby…” she begins, her voice croaky, but you didnt let her finish. you pulled your fingers out of her dripping pussy, making her whine from the loss of contact, and you spread her legs further, moving yourself down her body. you lift her hoodie and press kisses down her stomach, all the way down to her still throbbing cunt, your mouth landing right above her heat.

she didnt even have time to say anything or react, your mouth hovering over her heat was enough to make her moan. your hand that was intertwined with hers never let go, you only gripped tighter, her free hand reaching down and tangling with your hair. “please… fuckkk, please sweetheart.” she begs, her voice barely above a whisper.

her begging kind of surprised you because you thought she might have been done—oh were you wrong. you took her pleading seriously, wasting no time in your lips making contact with her puffy clit, sucking it slowly. this caused her head to throw back with a gasp, but she immediately looked back down at you again, wanting to savour the sight. she was looking down at you with desperate eyes. she watched your own eyes looking up at her at you sucked on her clit, her hand tightening in your hair.

you grin against her pussy as she looks down at you eating her throbbing cunt out. your tongue immediately darts inside of her, tasting the cum from her earlier release. you dab in and out of her hole, your free hand coming down to play with her clit while your tongue works inside of her.

the mixed sensations throw her off completely, her eyes rolling to the back of her head if that was even possible, her hips beginning to grind against you mouth which you loved. her hand in your hand moved your head impossibly closer to her pussy, fucking up into your face which if you were honest, took you by surprise. however you weren’t complaining, if she had to use your mouth to get her off quicker then you were not going to stop her. who were you to deny her pleasure she was desperately craving?

“fuck! baby, oh my goddd—thats it!…” she cries out, her voice sounding as if she was going to lose it by this point, noticing how she was getting louder and louder. you couldnt reply from how hard she was fucking your face, the squelching noises only getting louder. she tasted so fucking good, and you just couldn’t get enough of her. your tongue continued abusing her aching hole—your fingers still circling her clit. it wasnt till you felt her body begin to shake again that you grinned against her heat.

her head leaned back into the pillow, her hand that was intertwined with yours tightening even more which seemed impossible. “g’nna cum, fuck, fuuuck—g’nna cum, princess…” she cries out, sounding like it took all her willpower to form that one sentence.

she bucked her hips into your face once more before they fell against the bed, letting you do all the work once more. along with your tongue inside her hole, you take the two fingers off her clit and slip them inside her, making her feel completely full. she couldnt even say anything, she just let out the loudest dragged whine and it turned you on so much.

her body shook more intensely, before finally jolting again and this time her cum shot out onto your tongue. her other hand tightened in your hair, making you fuck your tongue into her to ride out her second high, which left her body still shaking afterwards. you drank up every last drop she had to offer, savouring it like it was liquid fucking gold. which…it was to you.

you press one last kiss to her clit once you’d cleaned her up, her hand letting go of your hair as you crawl up to her, flopping beside her and taking her in your arms. she intertwined her body with yours, resting her forehead against your own. she takes a deep breath, talking lowly as her soft eyes meet with your own.

“i love you, so fucking much. might tell you about all the other times i’ve been needy.” she speaks softly, a grin smacked across her lips. you smile at her words, feeling like you’d done her well.

you laugh softly, eyes still on your girlfriend. “i love you more. anything for my girl.”

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[jordiemeow]

AHHHHHH

I wanna DEEPTHROAT your fics!!

Okay okay so imagine enemies to fuckbuddies/lovers with patrick and he pisses reader off so much she pounces on him and chokes him and hes like "are you grinding on me rn...?" Like she didnt even realise and they fuck :3

girl i wanna deepthroat YOU for this suggestion hello. Please. anyways wasn't supposed to yap so much sorry self indulgent i just want him to call me a bitch and then tweak out about it.

warnings: smut 18+ (p in v), dry humping, choking, no proofreading soz

Oh, what a fucking asshole.

You swear your eyes are going to be stuck permanently in your skull with how hard you've been rolling them at Patrick all night. Smug grin and blue collar slightly upturned from a flick of Art's hand—you just wanna choke the life right out of him. Awfully tempting.

"—I just think you're being sensitive," he insists, leaning forward in his beach chair.

The gathering has long died down by now. Most of your friends have 'gone to bed' (are drunkenly hooking up with each other). Art staggered off ten minutes ago claiming something about having a hangover in the morning. Bullshit. He's had two beers at the most; he's just avoiding the bickering still going on in his absence.

Two weeks into the summer and you're regretting agreeing to come along with your friends to the Zweig summer house. You're only here for Art. Sweet boy.

Patrick? A menace.

"Sensitive?" You retort incredulously, setting your drink on the ground with a soft clang.

"Yeah. Sensitive. Sensible," he replies in a very poor imitation of French. "Does that help?"

Your jaw clenches. "Oh, yeah. Thanks."

Your dry reply amuses him further, head tilted as he observes your very apparent frustration. "It's just a word. Don't get your panties in a twist."

"I just don't think that men should—"

His groan interrupts you. "Should, what, say bitch? Don't get all liberal on me."

"Liberal?" You bark back.

"Liberal. Feminist. Whatever." A dismissive wave of his hand. "It's all the same."

You rise to your feet, scoffing under your breath about men having zero awareness. He just watches you, smirk still in place as you smooth down your summer dress and prepare to head for the house. Maybe you'll be matching nursing headaches with Art in the morning; you don't understand how he doesn't have a permanent migraine when he's stuck with this shithead all the time.

And then, of course, just as you start up towards the house—

"What, not even a goodnight? You don't have to be such a bitch about it."

You whirl on him in an instant. One, two, three, four long strides before you're lunging at him so hard his chair almost tips over. His smirk melts in an instant, the sound of surprise he lets off breaking into a choked sound when your fingers curl around his throat. You aren't sure whether it's the amount of times you've heard the word bitch tonight or just the complete assholery you've had to put up with for the last few weeks.

It doesn't matter. All you know is you can't take it anymore.

"Shut up, Patrick," you snarl. "Just... shut the fuck up for once in your life."

He's not sure what silences him: the pressure around his throat, or the sheer venom in your voice. But his mouth snaps shut audibly, and you can feel him swallow against your palm.

"You just... you never know when to quit, do you? Do you get off on this? On being a degenerate asshole? Or are you really just so much of a bitch—" He almost cracks a smile when he hears that. For the sake of his poor neck, he doesn't. "—That this is who you really are, huh?"

"I was just joking," he tries to pacify you, his voice strained. He's not sure why his hands stay on the arms of his chair; certainly not out of self-preservation, that's for sure. He should be prying you off him right now.

You take some satisfaction in the way he rasps, and that tiny flicker of fear in his eyes. But you're far from done. "You're so entitled that it's baffling. We get it, Patrick. Mommy and daddy don't love you so you feel the need to take it out on everyone else. But you aren't funny. You're just an asshole. So just... just shut up!"

It's a miracle he can breathe at this point. The way his eyes have widened and his breathing is stilted makes guilt settle at the pit of your stomach. Not enough to remove your hand entirely, of course, but your grip loosens enough for him to inhale a deep breath.

You're expecting either of two things: an apology, or for him to call you fucking crazy. Instead, what you get is:

"... Are you grinding on me right now?"

What? That's ridiculous. Laughable, really. Why would you be—

Oh, shit, you are.

In the midst of your tangent, you'd hardly noticed the way your hips had started to gyrate. Little circles of your hips, just enough to stimulate you. The movement was involuntary; grinding down against the thigh you're perched upon, little sparks of pleasure mixing with that guilt in your stomach. Fuck.

"N-no—" You stammer, cheeks flushed at the realisation.

"I can feel it. You are," he insists incredulously. And when your grip on his throat tightens in retaliation (or embarrassment), he just smirks this time. "Oh my god. You're enjoying this."

"Don't be so fucking ridiculous," you shoot back, your hips stilling. Somewhere deep down, you're disappointed by the loss of friction.

His hands finally leave the tanned wicker of the chair. Not to push you off, though. Instead, you find a pair of firm hands holding you in place, grinding you down hard against his thigh. Your own hand tightens instinctively, a pair of stuttered gasps synchronising between you.

"You're insane. Stop it."

"Am I? You're the one that's wet."

Touché. Your cheeks burn harder. There's just enough light coming from a lamp post to illuminate your mortified expression. All you can do is stammer over your words in an attempt to salvage your dignity.

"Yeah, well... well you're hard!" Good comeback.

You aren't wrong, though. You can feel his cock pressing against your thigh through the fabric of his shorts. You pointedly ignore the little thrill you feel when you realise how big it feels.

"Because you're choking me."

You stare at him incredulously for him a moment. "... You're sick."

"And yet you haven't stopped."

No, you haven't. Your hands are still wrapped around his throat, and you haven't made any attempts to stop the way he keeps grinding you down against his thigh. If you sat up long enough to look, you'd see the damp patch of slick you've transferred onto the cotton.

"Just... just shut up!" You repeat.

He just smiles crookedly. "You gonna keep saying that, or are you gonna make me?"

A moment of staring, and then your mouths are clashing together. There's no method behind it; just teeth and noses bumping together, stray tongues licking at lips and into mouths. Gasps and moans each time you grind against his thigh.

It shouldn't be happening. You hate him. You do. But just because he's an insufferable asshole doesn't mean he's ugly, and there's something oddly cathartic about the way his eyes flutter when your hand squeezes or he groans into your mouth when your knee presses against his erection.

"Sit up," he pants against your mouth. Against your better judgement, you find yourself obliging. One knee on each side of his thighs as he pushes his shorts out of the way.

Between the darkness and the angle, you can't see what he's doing. Your breath hitches when the rubs the head of his cock against your panties. They're so soaked it hardly feels like there's a boundary there at all.

"Can I?"

"Yeah."

Your reply is a little too fast, but he seems too focused on pushing your underwear to the side to mock you. Besides, mocking is what got you both into this whole mess. Your forehead thumps against his when the blunt head slides between your folds to tease at your entrance, breath stuttering.

Your hands slide to his shoulders for purchase, and you swear you see a flicker of disappointment cross his face. It's so brief you can't be sure as you sink down onto his cock, head tilted back with a groan at the sheer size of him. It takes a few moments to ease yourself down, and the stretch is almost blinding.

He waits for your hips to be flush together to make any sly remarks. "Big enough for you?"

"Shut the fuck up," you reply, voice rough.

He laughs. It's equally as strained.

And then you're riding him. It starts off slow enough for you to adjust at your own pace, just grinding back down against him. Patrick lives up to his asshole reputation, though—his hands find your hips to hold you in place and soon enough he's pulling you down against him, his hips bucking up to meet you.

You're vaguely aware of the fact anyone could still be awake and take a peek out the window, but it doesn't stop your hand from sliding down between you to circle your clit mindlessly. Your head lolls back, sweet moans filling the air each time he drives up into you.

Patrick, on the other hand, is watching you with rapt attention. Grunting and panting while he drinks up every sound and expression, his grip just short of bruising every time you're brought back down onto his cock.

"Fuck. You're so hot like this," he grits out.

"Bet you've been thinking about this," you shoot back breathlessly.

"Hell yeah I have," comes his unabashed reply. "Every time you're going off on your feminist bullshit. Or calling me a brat."

"You are a brat."

There's a glint in his eye. "Treat me like one, then."

So you do. Your fingers curl back around his throat as he fucks up into you; his reaction is almost instantaneous. Eyes fluttering shut, lips parted in a soundless moan, his pace faltering for just a moment before he catches himself.

"Yeah. Yeah, just like fuckin' that."

It's not long before you're both nearing your peaks. You can hardly focus on keeping a good grip with how desperately your other hand is rubbing your clit, knees digging into the wicker. You can feel the indents forming against your skin.

"Close—" You manage to warn.

"Yeah? Y'gonna cum on my cock?"

"Jesus, stop with the fucking dirty talk."

He laughs. Hoarse. Unrepentant. "Sorry. Used to fucking people that like to hear my voice."

To his credit, he does shut up for the next minute or so. It's just the sound of you both moaning senselessly and chasing your highs, until he shifts the angle just right and—

"G-God, yeah, right there. I'm gonna—"

"Cum?"

You'd glare at him if it weren't for the abrupt fluttering of your walls around his length. "Fuck, Patrick, oh—" And then your vision is whiting out and you're gushing around him.

His name on your tongue is almost enough to do him over. Almost.

"Choke me. C'mon, I'm so close," he whines, hips stuttering upwards into you. You feel like your brains have been fucked out, but you have just enough sense to comprehend the request. And then you're squeezing and watching the whites of his eyes appear.

A few more jolts of his hips and your name is cried out as he comes undone. You can feel the hot warmth filling your cunt, and he continues to pull you down onto him to milk out his orgasm. Moaning pathetically with his head tipped over the back of the chair.

And then it's just the sound of you both panting as both of your hands release each other. You shift off awkwardly, ignoring the whine he makes and the way the sudden emptiness has you feeling the same way. You stumble to your feet, yanking your dress down and peering at the crosshatching on your knees.

At least you're both sporting evidence of the encounter. Patrick's neck is sporting a reddening print, the start of little bruises forming where your fingers pressed too hard. Now you have to look at that for the rest of your vacation.

Great.

You swallow thickly. "Just to be clear, I still think you're an asshole."

He nods, like he hadn't even considered otherwise. "Yeah, I know. But I think you like that about me."

"Patrick—"

"Kidding." His hands raise in mock surrender. "Just get your pretty ass to bed. I've had enough of you yelling at me for one night."

You scoff. You aren't sure whether it's out of contempt or amusement. But you turn on your heels, shaking your head as you finally start back towards the beach house the way you'd intended to fifteen minutes ago.

You're making your way up the steps when he calls out behind you: "But we're doing this again, right?"

"In your dreams." You shoot him your middle finger over your shoulder. His laugh rings out as you trudge up towards the house on wobbly legs.

He watches you go, and it's only when you're safely inside that he mutters under his breath.

"... Bitch."

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[sixflame438]

Chasing Lightning

Synopsis - Your girlfriend’s in a mood and locks herself in your room causing you to sleep apart. It starts thunder storming in the middle of the night but Minjeong is scared of lightning

Pairing - Kim Minjeong X Reader

Tags - Fluff, light angst, mild astraphobia, established relationship, grammatical errors probably, another 3am post

A/N - A short fic i wrote in one go (yay me), will try to get the other drafts out of the basement after my last 2 exams :D

Wordcount - 1726

Minjeong was mad again and you dont have a clue why. All you did know was that you finished your dinner alone and that your apartment was lacking the usual lively energy of your girlfriend. It was like winter had frozen over with how silent and chilling being in the apartment felt, not even the sounds of a drama playing quietly in the background.

You missed your girlfriend despite her simply being a door apart. And of course you tried multiple times to get her out, whether that was sincerely asking her to or attempting to lure her out with snacks they were all to no avail. She just wouldn’t budge.

If it weren’t for the muffled noises coming from behind the door you probably wouldve assumed you were home alone but they were very real and they definitely came from your girlfriend. You deduced the sounds to be crying and sniffling and it hurt you to hear them, even more knowing you had no way to stop them.

You couldnt even begin to figure out why she was in such a mood. It was like this when you came back from work.

No hugs

No kisses

No Minjeong

No nothing

You couldve easily spent the entire night trying to coax her out but you were tired and sweaty from work and all you wanted to do was crash out while snuggling with your favorite person.

If Minjeong wasnt going to let you in, youd just have to give her some time and space. You had no choice anyway.

She had locked you out of your own bedroom and left you to fend for yourself alone. (it was practically both of yours with how often she was in there with you but the audacity of this girl)

And since most of your stuff was in there you had to make do with what was left scattered around the house. It really wasnt that hard though since you were quite the clumsy mess, always forgetting and leaving things in places they shouldnt be.

In your scavenger hunt you had found a spare set of clothes to change into, some makeup wipes to clean your face with and half of the products required in your night routine.

You took a quick shower to freshen up and rearranged the couch so that you would have an easier time trying to sleep. There was a spare blanket bundled in the corner from your movie night 2 days ago which you could use and some cushions and pillows you could stack to provide another layer of comfort.

Laying onto your makeshift bed, you struggled with finding a good position to sleep in. The couch wasnt ideal to sleep on and the cushions kept moving out of place everytime you turned. It wasnt much but it would have to do, youd just have to hope it was enough.

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It wasnt enough. You were certain just lying on that made you feel worse than you did before. The uneven feeling of the cushions didnt help either as different parts of your body were elevated while others were feeling the hard surface of the couch.

The weather didnt help much as a thunderstorm started as soon as you tried sleeping and no matter how hard you wanted to, you couldn’t will yourself into slumber either. The raging downpour of rain mixed with the thunderclaps created a painful symphony of pattering noises, uneven and aching to the ear, perfect to distract someone from falling asleep.

Lightning had also started coloring the dark skies with its striking flashes, loud and unpredictable. Since you couldn’t sleep you decided it would be fine to indulge in the lightning instead, pulling over a chair and opening the blinds so you could see the skies better.

The low dim light glowing from the moon and the dark midnight sky helped illuminate the lightning strikes and bright stars. If you were a photographer you wouldve definitely tried capturing the moment in physical form but keeping the scene in your head was alright too.

Other than the scene being quite stunningly beautiful (like your girlfriend) you found it quite funny as it kind of looked like the sky was trying (and failing) to play connect the dots with the stars. You dont know why but you were just so entertained by the sight.

It was rare but you had always enjoyed seeing the natural phenomenon nonetheless, finding it quite fascinating and inspiring.

Your girlfriend on the other hand?

Strong stoic Minjeong was never a fan of lightning, it was quite an experience the first time you both saw the flashing lights together. The high pitched squeals and screams could never leave your head and you didnt want them to. It was fun seeing that side of her and even more fun teasing her about it.

You remember bringing her close and spending the night in each others embrace, forgetting the world as it faded away. This time though you weren’t there for her, you couldn’t even if you wanted to all because of a stupid locked door.

You were really hoping Minjeong had already fallen into a peaceful slumber and hadnt heard the harsh sounds of the lightning. Considering you hadnt heard any noises from your girlfriend yet you took it as a good sign but the worrying feeling wouldnt leave so you remained unsettled.

That feeling was quickly sidelined though as another bolt of lightning hit. This one had a tint of red to it which you found absolutely amazing. You had learnt in a previous deep dive that lightning strikes could reflect any colour in the spectrum so seeing it in person was mind blowing.

You were so mesmerized by the colours and sounds of the lightning that you didnt hear the slight click of the bedroom lock or the soft padding of feet in your direction. It wasnt until you felt 2 tiny arms around your waist that you snapped out of your haze.

Part of you was still resentful of how quickly Minjeong shut you out (physically and mentally) but as soon as you registered the tears coming from your beloved you crumbled.

Even though Minjeong was stubborn and acting up all you wanted to do was wrap her up and cradle her in your arms. She was always there for you so the least you could do was be there for her as well.

As you turn around to properly to face your girlfriend a perfectly timed lightning strike allowed you to see her entire face in all of its glory. Minjeong mustve been crying for a while by the red eyes and flushed cheeks.

You physically soften at the sight, heart filling with sympathy and concern as you observe your girlfriend for any other signs.

There was nothing you wanted more than to pull her into your arms and spend the rest of the night comforting her. Even your ego tried to resist but you couldn’t stop yourself from reaching out and doing just that.

You pull her onto your lap and with one arm rubbing her back in circles and the other running down her hair in a soft delicate motion you coax Minjeong into finally letting out the remaining tears. The weight of your comfort too heavy to bear.

A croaky im sorry is all you hear as your girlfriend starts sobbing into your shoulder. You’re not sure what shes apologizing for. Maybe for crying? For being vulnerable? For locking you out of your room? Her fear of lightning? Probably all of the above.

Humming in acknowledgment you continue to console Minjeong, whispering soft reassurances in between sobs. As the storm eventually faded out, Minjeongs crying evened out too. Soft whimpers and hiccups could be heard amongst the sprinkling of rain.

You have a feeling that Minjeong would’ve succeeded in staying the entire night alone in your room if it weren’t for the lightning scaring her out.

“Hey lets get some rest now that the rains subsided. Im gonna take you back into the room okay?” You dont wait for a reply as you gently lifted Minjeong off your lap and guided her to stand and lean onto you.

Slowly and steadily you lead her back into the bedroom and notice the soaked pillow doused in her tears. Hell no were you going to let her sleep on that. Luckily you were a person who loved sleeping with multiple pillows so you had some spare hidden away.

(Minjeong found it impractical having pillows to hug when you could just cuddle with her instead and your bed was only so big so you moved them to make room)

You pull out the unused pillows from your storage closet and tuck Minjeong back into bed with little resistance, her already tired state fueled by the lack of energy from all the crying.

Ensuring she was comfortable and safe you place an affectionate kiss on her forehead.

You were hesitant on whether you were allowed to join her or not, as you still didnt know why she was upset and if you had played a part in her suffering. But your questions get answered with a simple

“Stay”

Quiet and low but you heard it. Not allowing yourself to linger any longer, you climb into bed and tuck yourself in too. Gently wrapping your arms around Minjeong as you did before, careful not to set her off again.

It takes a while for Minjeong to calm down fully but with your soothing touches she eventually drifts off. As soon as you registered her breathing falling into a stable state, you allowed yourself to relax for the first time that night. Basking in the closeness of her company, you lay another tender kiss on her forehead and temple.

It didnt matter what had happened, as long as you were still able to kiss her goodnight that’s all that mattered. Youre still skeptical about Minjeongs behavior, being kept in the dark about something as important as this was not something you enjoyed but you had a feeling that it would work out. Tomorrow was new day and you had plenty of time to decode her then.

Now that Minjeong was back in your arms you were never letting her go (unless she tried to lock herself in again that is)

[sayitspititout]

౨Soft on youৎ

warnings: fluff☆

synopsis: the reader already in a relationship with billie,joins her on tour as the third vocalist, deepening their bonds in quiet, intimate moments☆

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You didnt expect tour to feel this….intimate.

Maybe its the late-night rides, the green rooms that always smell like lavender, adrenaline and nerves, or the times when you’re living out of suitcases.But billie finds her way to you.

She always does.

She never knocks.Just appears, hoodie half zipped, hair tucked messily under a beanie, like she belongs in the quiet spaces you carve out for yourself.

Sometimes she talks. Sometimes she just sits beside you, shoulder to shoulder, smiling with those piercing blue eyes humming the harmony from your last set like it’s echoing inside her.

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Present day

You joined tour late.

after ava and jane had already settled into the rhythm of rehearsals and late night jam sessions. You assumed you’d be on the periphery, the new voice they were still getting used to.

But Billie didn’t let that happen. She made it her mission to pull you into it all, like you have always belonged.

She made space for you, quietly, but effortlessly.

She didn’t smother you with praise or try too hard. She just started showing up,quiet, consistent. Sitting next to you in green rooms, handing you half-eaten snacks without asking if you wanted them. Grabbing you an extra hoodie on chilly nights.

Nudging your shoulder during rehearsals. Stealing your hoodie before soundcheck. Resting her chin on your shoulder while someone else’s mic got checked.

She moved around you like orbit, like something instinctual. Like she didn’t even have to think about it.

Bumping her knee against yours mid-soundcheck like it meant something.

.

.

it did.

And even now, weeks in, it never stops feeling new. 

After tonight’s show, the dressing room’s quiet, dim. Just you and Billie for a few minutes. She drops onto the couch next to you, curls her knees up under one of your legs like she always does when she wants to be close without saying it.

You glance at your phone someone posted a clip from earlier, the three of you harmonizing under the lights, Billie looking toward your mic more than her own.

| The caption read: shes so in love it hurts

You don’t say anything. But she sees the way you’re smiling, hiding the fact that your heart’s doing flips

“What?” she murmured, already smiling back like she knows.

“Someone posted a clip,” you said, turning it towards her. “You look like u were gonna cry,” you add giggling

Billie leans over to look. “I wasn’t crying. I was listening.” she said smiling

“To what?” you asked, looking at her in the process

“To you,” she says. Quiet. Real. No teasing in her voice. “You always sound like home to me.”

“I always liked that about you,” she adds, still watching the clip play out on your phone screen. Her voice stays low, thoughtful. “Even before this… before we were—us.”

She says it like a memory, like it’s something she’s been holding onto for a while. And you feel it land, somewhere deep and quiet in your chest.

She pauses the clip, the screen going black for a moment. “I think I was already listening for you.”

you stay silent as you turn to her, brushing some of her bangs behind her ear, and say, “You’re kind of sappy tonight.” you say smiling

Billie grins, sleepy and unbothered. “Yeah, well. Tour makes me soft. You make me soft.”

You lean in and kiss the top of her head. “Good.”

Because that softness is yours too.

the end

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Parings: Wandanat x female avenger

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT!!! DO NOT READ IF YOURE UNDERAGE!!!!!! Mommy kink, Daddy kink, Sub space, Edging, Denial, Bondage, Oral, Fingering, Squirting, Overstimulation. DO NOT READ IF YOURE UNDER 18!!!!!

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You tried to stifle your laughter as you ran down the hall to your room. Once you finally reached your room you didn’t even bother locking the door knowing nothing could stop them. The pranks you pulled on your girlfriends may have backfired a little but it was funny as hell.

It started with you hiding Natasha’s widow bites right before a mission, then you and switched the sugar and salt on Wanda the same say. And as the days went on you kept being a menace to your girlfriends. It didn’t bother them at first since the pranks were mainly harmless. That was until today when you decided to prank them by saying you got really hurt during training and made them come home early from their mission. Let’s just say the look they both gave you when they saw you were fine sent fear down your spine.

They told you they were giving you a few minute head start and to run so that’s what you did. You ran to your room even though you knew it wasn’t going to do anything. And in all reality Wanda and Nat had already been on the way home from their mission when they got your text but you didn’t need to know that. For them they wanted to punish you for causing fear to run through their veins and being a brat as of late.

So they let you get a five minute head start before they slowly made their way to your room. And when they got to your room you were already on the bed sitting on your knees with your palms up.

“Looks like someone knows they fucked up” Wanda says laughing a little bit at your attempt to be a good girl.

“Don’t think this one good act will get you out of being punished Detka” Natasha croons as she sits behind you on the bed. Her fingers slowly brush over your shoulder blades and you shiver at her touch.

“You’ve been so bad these last couple of weeks and we’ve let it slide but this..you need to be punished for” She adds giving you a gentle kiss at the base of your neck.

Wanda moves so she’s in front of you and she takes you chin in between her fingers and your eyes meet hers. She gives you a soft kiss that you knew is luring you into a false sense of security.

The two women share a knowing look before Wanda flicks her wrist and your clothes suddenly disappear. You shiver when you feel the cool air hit your skin and you felt your skin become littered with goosebumps. Both of Wanda’s hands find your shoulders and gently pushes you back against the bed as Natasha moves to your side.

“So pretty” Natasha coos running her nimble fingers down your exposed skin. She sits next to you and attaches her lips around your nipple making you gasp in pleasure.

Wanda moves in between your thighs and uses her magic to restrain your hands. You tug on the restraints but the red tendrils of magic squeeze your wrists tighter. Wanda kisses down your stomach and then moves to your thighs before stopping at your core. The sokovian slowly licks your waiting pussy and you moan in pleasure and surprise. Between Natasha sucking and licking your nipples with fever and Wanda kiss your clit you mewl.

What you didnt know was that both women were going to bring you to the brink and then rip it away from you. They were like lions hunting their prey. Wanda started to suck your clit and ate you like a woman starved. You squirmed underneath her and the russian making them smile in unison.

”You’re so pretty bunny” Natasha cooed in your ear kissing below it. You shiver as her cool breath hits your skin.

Wanda was quick to bring your attention back to her and she shoved two fingers into you unexpectedly. Your back arched off the bed as you try to catch your breathe but inevitably fail. She sets a hard and relentless pace hitting your g-spot every time.

“So fucking wet” Her accent slipped out when she spoke making you and Natasha share a look of lust. The two women were so enthralled with you that they almost forgot about your punishment. But unfortunately for you they didn’t and just as you were about to cum Wanda and Natasha ceased their movements.

“W-What?” You whined pouting at the both of them.

“Did you really think we were gonna let you off the look that easily?” Wanda snarked gripping your chin.

“You made us think you were hurt… You scared us” Natasha said and you heard a hint of fear in her voice. “You need to be taught a lesson” She finished speaking and switched places with Wanda.

“I-Im sorry! Mommy please” You beg Wanda as she comes closer to your face. She laughs before she gives you a light slap against your cheek.

“Shut up” She said in her stern tone that she knew made you fall into your sub space. You looked up at her with doe eyes that nearly made her melt. The way you looked at her she knew you were fully submitting to her her and Natasha.

“I-I’m sorry mommy i didn’t mean it” You said trying to free your hands but it was still no use.

“Say you’re sorry to daddy” Wanda pointed towards Natasha who was laying on your thigh with a devilish smirk.

“I’m sorry daddy” You apologized with sincerity to Natasha making her smile.

“It’s okay bunny but you still need to be punished okay?” She ran her hand up your thigh and started to play with your clit.

You gasped in pleasure feeling Natasha’s warm mouth on your clit. She licked you as if she was on a mission and to her she was. That’s when Wanda undid the restraints on your hands and they immediately flew to her hair bringing her into a kiss. Wanda gratefully accepted your kiss and held you close to her as she did. The two of you got lost in the kiss so lost that it wasn’t until Natasha stuck two fingers in you that you broke the kiss.

You looked back at Natasha who had a smirk on her face as she hit your most sensitive spots. Your hands went from Wanda’s hair to the sheets gripping them in pleasure. The band in your stomach was about to break it was so close until.

“Stop” Wanda commanded and Natasha ceased her assault on your pussy.

“Fuck!” You screamed out in agony as your orgasm was ripped away from you again. Wanda smacked your mouth again making you moan out.

“Watch your mouth” She said and you sunk back into the mattress nodding your head mumbling an ‘i’m sorry.’ Wanda then brought you in for a sweet kiss signaling for Natasha to start fucking you again.

Three fingers where then found their way back inside you and you cried out in pleasure. Natasha pumped her fingers in and out slowly at first making sure you felt all of her. You nearly finished when you felt her press up against your g-spot.

“i-Im gonna cum. Please can i cum?” You begged both of them gripping onto Wanda’s shoulders as she kissed your collarbone.

“Cum” Natasha commanded watching the way your pussy sucked in her fingers with delight.

Your back arched off the bed and you came with a guttural moan making the women groan in satisfaction.

Natasha slowly pulled her fingers out of you and licked them with a smile on her face. Her and Wanda shared another look and they both ended up getting the same idea. They switched places again and Wanda ended up between your thighs again then started to play with you again.

“One more bunny” Wanda cooed slowly circling your clit.

“No” You shook your head. “Please mommy i can’t too sensitive” Your words fell on deaf ears and your words cut off by Natasha’s mouth in yours.

You moaned into Natasha’s mouth as you felt Wanda’s lips circle around your clit. She sucked on your clit with intent and slowly added two fingers into you. The coil that had just went away was very quickly building back up once Natasha started playing with your nipples. Her fingers started to tug and pinch your nipples making you mewl in her touch.

Your head was spinning at the pleasure you were feeling. “OH SHIT!” You moaned back arching off the bed as you finished and ended up squirting on Wanda’s face.

“Oh what a good girl” She praised licking up everything that dripped out of you. Natasha quickly got jealous that Wanda was the one to make you squirt and she straddled your waist. She then dipped her head down and licked up what was left of your mess. Her and Wanda shared a heated kiss both moaning when they tasted you on their tongues.

“You taste so good detka” Natasha praised bringing you in for a kiss and Wanda comes back up to your head. You smile at the both of them in a fucked out haze.

“We need to clean you up” Wanda said softly as she tried to bring you back to earth. You opened your eyes and looked at her before shaking your head no.

“Come on babygirl let’s take a bath” Natasha tried to coax you but you just grumbled at her. Both women chuckled at your antics before Wanda used her magic to start running a bath and Natasha swiftly picked you up.

They slowly put you into the warm water and you felt your muscles slowly relax. Both of them cleaned you up being careful not to overstimulate you more. And after the bath was over they got you dressed before the three of you all climbed into bed together.

Soon you fell into a peaceful sleep next to the two women you loved. Who knew that that prank would actually turn out in your favor?

~The end~

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008 | Richmond Inc.

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♠ summary: Monte Carlo continues to be memorable as our cast of characters enjoy a series of firsts. This one's a whirlwind 🌪️.

♠ pairing: Terry Richmond (Aaron Pierre - Rebel Ridge) X Lorence Cole (Black Fem OC)

♠ word-count: ~3.8K

⌖ - Monte Carlo, Monaco

We’re paid to perpetuate the illusion of safety, maintain the natural order of things and quell any trouble before it starts. We’re paid to make people feel at ease and not to disturb the flow of drinks, food and conversation. It’s why I’m sitting on the balcony enjoying a smoothie with a face full of makeup and curls setting in my hair. It’s why my nails are perfectly manicured in something boring and ‘classy’ and why my dress hangs in my room behind me. We’re supposed to blend in. I scroll through communications with my team and see everything is on track to go smoothe. Just as I feel at ease there’s a knock at my door. I head inside and unlock the deadbolt to find Cassandra already fully dressed and looking like she belongs on somebody’s red carpet.

“You look gorgeous” she beams stepping in.

“Thanks, so do you”

“I was just stopping by to help you into your suit.” she says.

“I got it on already, thanks” I respond.

“Let me check” Cassandra insists and I take off my robe. She does and finds I’ve put it on perfectly.

“I’ll take help getting in the dress though” I tell her, taking it down from its garment bag. 

“I got you” she smiles, finding the zipper and helping me get it over my head without any makeup smudges or ruining my pin curls. I’m still not sure whether to be mortified or impressed by how realistic the suit looks. “Need help taking down your hair?” she asks.

“Yes please” I tell her, sitting down in the room's vanity and plucking out the pins.

“Are you excited?”

“Kind’ve and then I kind of just want it to be over” I laugh making her do the same.

“I came by last night - guess you were out cold and early” she says once all the curls are out. “Flip your hair. Do you have combs and a brush?” she asks before I can tell her about last night.

“Yeah, on the ottoman over there” I point, flipping my curls so they fall. I hear a gasp and when I look over I find Cassandra holding the caricature art. Her expression is priceless mirroring mine from last night when the artist handed me the shady masterpiece.

“Did you draw this?” she asks.

“No” I scoff. “After dinner Richmond came to check on me, I guess … I was wound up and he offered to help. We ended up walking my route, then spent some time on the beach. I wanted to get drawn and he didn't play nice, so the artist got her pound of flesh” I smile.

“You and Terry walked a nearly two hour route together and you’re both still breathing.” She looks shocked.

“Honestly, that’s the least shocking part of the night” I tell her.

“I've got to hear this” she sits down beside me with wide eyes and I smile.

“He was actually kind of … nice. Well … nice for Terrance Richmond’s standard. I know you're step siblings” I disclose and her eyes widen even more.

“He told you?!” she gasps.

“Yeah, he said he thought you told me already” I confess.

“He made me swear not to tell anyone unless I bring it to him first” she snaps and I shrug.

“What else did he tell you?” she probes.

“His mom passed, I didn't push for details though. I also learned we have a lot of travel experiences that I can redeem. And that you’re partly to blame for our first meeting going to shit” i add.

“Me?” she gasps, still not recovered from the initial shock of the information she is trying to process.

“Yes, he thought Lorence Cole was a man. In walked me - allegedly his ‘type’ whatever that means” I finish and now her jaw is on the floor.

“He told you that?” she squeaks, utterly shocked.

“Did you drug him or something - what the hell was in dinner?!” she exclaims standing and pacing. “And he told you about his mother?!” she asks, looking back at me.

“I didn’t drug him, I didnt even seek him out. I tried leaving, you know our history. Typically we’re fireworks and not the good kind” I remind Cassandra.

“You don't get it Lorence, we lived together for years after our parents married and we never had more than a two minute conversation. You guys are a natural disaster and then you spend a few hours together and he tells you his most personal details?” she exclaims. I swallow, allowing her words to digest.

“Years?” I ask and she nods. “And cliffnotes are his most personal details?” I continue.

“Lorence, he’s a military man through and through. Anything that can be exploited is dangerous and personal” Cassandra says noting the different set of rules Richmond has been playing by.

“That’s the cliffnotes, he knows EVERYTHING personal about everyone” I correct.

“Yes but it's because he’s OCD and not normal.” she says standing behind me. I sit in silence soaking it all in as she arranges my hair nicely. 

“So did all his girlfriends look like me?” I ask and she smiles.

“No, Terry doesn't have time for girlfriends. Our parents have a social calendar and Terry’s had a few women over the years not at the same time but a few total. He brings them around until they figure out his work is his wife.” Cassandra says candidly. I can picture it. It aligns perfectly with everything I know about the man. It’s practical and utilitarian.

“So how’d you know I was his type and why’d you want to rattle him?’ I ask, recalling Richmonds words.

“It’s kind of personal to him and a long story he’d probably have an aneurysm if I told you. So I won’t but - with how much he’s opened up … I’m sure you won't have to wait long at all” she says.

“Last call!” I hear from outside and grab my purse and my tablet ready to go. I slip on my loafers at the door and head out with Cassandra. I multitask during the ride to our VIP box. All has gone well thus far and our client is en route with an ETA that aligns with ours.

“Cole, you look incredible” Emerson says likely with the purpose of getting a rise out of Cassandra.

“Thank you Emerson” I say, sparing him a smile.

“I didn't see you around last night. The client is having a boat party tonight. Will you be in attendance?” he asks.

“Let’s see how the day goes” I respond, turning my attention back to my work.

“Well, I’m here if you need anything,” he smiles.

“Thank you” I respond and he sits forward. I look to Cassandra who rolls her eyes acutely aware of what her scorned former lover is trying to do. I don’t have time to dwell as the client makes it out of the car and to the security team. Finally able to breathe I mark voyage one as complete and close the tablet putting it into my purse.

“Broke men with good dick always think they’re special when there’s a million more where they come from” Cassandra says just loud enough for Emerson to hear. He tenses and the reaction makes me feel bad for the fool. The point on that backhanded compliment is sharp enough to cut diamond. I’m not sure when’s the last time the men here have been deemed broke or run of the mill. The very nature of them is exceptional. But I guess when you’ve been around exceptional for most of your life like Cassandra the bar is different. Our arrival is smooth as we find our VIP box. I fasten my earpiece in case anyone needs me from my team and I’m greeted by a few familiar faces among the many unfamiliar. Cassandra takes my hand leading me onto a balcony with seating that’s practically empty. It overlooks the races route which no one in box seems interested in.

“So is Terry your type?” she asks.

“You know he’s handsome and impressive but I’m not really into the whole asshole persona. I don't like when men are short with me or temperamental” I confess.

“Well he’s not used to that.” she smirks. By the look of amusement in her eyes they’re light years away from the silent distance they once shared.

“Honestly my biggest fear is what's going on between you and Emerson” I whisper and she fans me off.

“Don’t worry about me and Emerson. This is just foreplay, he’ll perform better if I ever give him another chance.” she whispers, making me laugh.

“Cassandra, nice to see you.” The Boss’ deep voice says, cutting through the noise.

“Nice to see you too Terry, we have so much to catch up on” she says standing with a smile. He gives her a glare as they embrace.

“Terry Richmond” he says introducing himself to me with an outreached hand. For a second it’s like we’re the only two here living in a world with our agreement coming to pass. Clean slate. I smile to myself taking his hand.

“Lorence Cole” I introduce.

“Pleasure,” he says, shocking me.

“Terry, I’d like to introduce you to my daughter Ana” a mother calls from inside the box.

“Ugh” Cassandra remarks.

“I’ll see you later,” he says, letting my hand go. “You ladies look stunning by the way” he says before turning away.

“Oh this is going to be good!” Cassandra comments reveling in the possibilities

The race's opening ceremonies kick off and it really is an experience. I find myself invested in the outcome. The food and drinks keep flowing and the client stays put in our box ensuring I don't need to be at attention every minute. Jameson enters and I see his cover really is deep when people greet him with respect. Having an established public relationship with both Cassandra and I he joins us with a smile injecting some fun into the atmosphere. When Joel’s around the male attention declines which is something I appreciate. I notice that Richmond never gets a moment to himself. He goes from person to person, his serious stare etched permanently into his serious expression as he listens to their questions or concerns. With the exception of the women trying to pawn her daughter off on him everyone shows him the utmost respect. It only solidifies that’s the treatment he’s used to. By the time the race is over Cassandra and I have been invited to more afterparties then there are hours left in the day. The client is past tipsy and I feel for the security team as we file out of the suite and to the transportation port. The client has commandeered a gaggle of women requiring two sprinters instead of one. It’s something we planned for and I watch as the security team pats them down before they can head in the car. I get traffic reports in my earpiece and see we’re all clear. I miss being able to have eyes on everything.

“Where are you two headed?” Richmond asks, emerging beside Cassandra.

“Back to our rental, then who knows where” Cassandra shrugs and Richmond looks at me. 

“Text me where you’re gonna be” he says looking back at Cassandra who grins.

“Terry RIchmond are you…”

“Don't start” he says, being short with her and she smiles.

“Whatever, only cause we’re in public.” Cassandra conceded

“Text me Cassandra, the moneys arrived and so has the riff raff” He tells her.

“Okay I’ll text you, where are you going?” she asks, taking out her phone.

“I have an intelligence meeting,” he says.

She raises a brow. “Off the record?”

“Yeah” he nods. When our car comes Richmond sends it away calling in a driver he knows and trusts before letting us get in. Control freaks is an understatement for what he is. Still I find myself a little unnerved by the lack of attention. Today’s been a far departure from last night. Especially from a man that has made a declaration like the one he has. I shake the thoughts from my head.

“He’s all wound up, somethings wrong,” Cassandra says, interrupting my thoughts. Carefree Cassandra is gone and she starts on her tablet swiping through a variety of screens trying to find what's out of place. She hasn't found whatever it is she’s looking for when we make it back.

“With the clients?” I ask.

“No, he’d have sent the client back home if they were in danger. I’d be aware of that briefing” she says heading into her room. “Need anything?” I ask.

“I know what party we’re going to change into something a little sultry” she smiles. “I need about an hour and a half,” she says.

“Ok” I agree, heading to my own room. When I try to call Joel there’s no answer but thankfully the client has reached their destination safely. I make the necessary transitions to go from a daytime to nighttime look. After the experience I had in VIP I don't know if I have the patience to stomach the male attention purposely dressing ‘sultry’ will stir up; so I go for simple. I keep my suit on and find a dress I hope Cassandra likes. As long as it conceals the zipper for my suit and I can move comfortably in it it passes the check for me. Once I’m ready I meet Cassandra who’s all done up in a dress that definitely screams sexy.

“You look great!” I tell her.

“Adam only lets peacocks in his section - we’ll have to split up unless you show some more skin” she says. “You look like someone’s trophy wife, you need to look like you're auditioning to be someone's trophy wife” she explains.

“I can stay back” I offer.

“No, I’ll see my contact, get some info and then we can go have some fun. We look too good to stay in” Cassandra says, taking my hand.

“Alright” I agree.

The streets are painted with people making the car ride longer than it needs to be. The celebrations have spilled out into the streets when all the viewing venues have cleared out. It’s the gridlock I planned for and the client avoided. I make a note to celebrate the team's win when I get back. Cassandra continues her search on the phone and I return a few texts from friends and family in response to my Grand Prix social media stories. Sin asks for an update on the Boss and I have none to give her. He was warmer than he’s ever been but distant and all business. I guess interest for him is a little different than it is for most men. It’s not what I’m used to. Is RIchmond my type? No. I’ve always run from men with energy as dominant as his. I’ve always been more drawn to the free spirits that are more focused on the present than the future. The boss's level of ‘masculinity’ is something that's always made me feel uncomfortable. My childhood is unmistakably why. Richmond’s anger, his tirades, dissatisfied expressions and marginal margin for error seems like something that would be cataclysmic and anything but fun in any kind of romantic situation.

The car stops throwing me from my doubts. I follow Cassandra out of the vehicle and into the venue. House music erupts from the speakers casting an ambiance I’m not too familiar with. The luxurious club is far from the typical city party venue. The ceilings have crown mouldings as do the sections. Intricate tiles cast a twinkling mosaic for those who look up.

“All I need is thirty minutes, keep your phone close for info and be diligent about your surroundings” Cassandra warns walking off. I nod, taking my thoughts away from Mr. RIchmond and tune them into my surroundings. Exits, Security, Major players. It takes me five minutes to perform my assessment of the place. Cassandra and I are on the highest level. 

“Would you like to join my section, beautiful?” A voice says. I dont turn until the expensive cologne gets my attention. A man dresses so casually it means he’s loaded and sits beside me wearing glasses and a four hundred thousand dollar watch.

“I’m good here thanks” I smile and he does too.

“Whatever she wants” he tells the bartender who stands ready and willing.

“I’m not thirsty, but thank you” I tell him and he smiles at me for a moment before it fades. I follow his line of sight to a man I definitely recognize. He looks at Cassandra making a hand gesture and I watch her stand with the man she came to see before heading into a room. He comes over to me, glaring at the ma at my side.

“We need to leave,” he says sternly. 

All our progress has evaporated in an instant. “Why?”

“Not now, please trust me” his tone is tense and his body language rigid.

“Just us?” I ask and his nostrils flare.

“Yes immediately” he says and I turn away looking around to see the venue full.

“Rich-”

“We have to leave now!” he snaps, taking my arm. 

“If innocent people can get hurt we have a duty to do something” I snap and he sighs pulling the fire alarm as we leave. I go to run with him when I hear rounds of gunfire go off.

“Are you wearing your suit?” he asks. 

“Yes” he nods but before we can start on an alternate route more guns go off. There’s screaming and frenzy, the pops start from every angle. I bend taking my pumps off as fast as I can. There’s no talking over the chaos so I take Richmonds hand and push through onto the frenzied crowds the balcony. My heart races as I employ my training and scale from the upper level down to one below. Richmond isn't far behind me. When he gets down he takes a firearm from his waist handing it to me.

“There's only one round” he says, taking the point without any. There’s no time for questions. I follow his lead until I see a man with blood pooling from his leg. I go to help him but he pulls an automatic weapon. Before I can move I'm thrown to the ground. I hit the concrete hard before being dragged into a room. Richmond works quickly to lock us into a supplies closet. A firefight ensues and he uses his body on the other side of the door like a human shield. There are screams and wailing and so many pullets it sounds like shelling. The screaming is piercing and when it does stops so does the gunfire. My heart races violently, Richmond’s heart is too against my back. There’s talking in a language my brain can't make out. I hear footsteps, a door opens and screams are silenced by more gunfire.

“I got you” Richmond whispers, taking the gun from me. We stand together and he backs me into the corner standing against me again as he faces the door. I feel his back muscles contract as he aims the gun ahead. The footsteps get closer and the door is tried. When there is no luck opening it a round of bullets sing cutting through the door with no resistance. 

“All clear” a man's voice says but I dont move a muscle. There’s no movement from outside the door for over a minute. Terry nor I move a muscle but then I hear what sounds like a lock being shot off. Then I hear the sound of someone losing their life. I know Terry has discharged his weapon from the kickback. He moves quickly passing me back the smoking gun and ridding our would be killer of his automatic weapon. I take point and as we're out of the closet I see Joel in full gear. Relief washes over him and he takes off his helmet putting it on me.

“Terry, we have Cassandra - we’ve got to go.” he says, turning on his eyewear. They form a protective stance used for asset recovery all the way into our waiting car. 

“Are you hit?” Joel asks as the door closes and it's that exact moment I start to hyperventilate into hysterics. I watch panic take Joel as he lifts my dress up looking for blood.

“She’s wearing her suit” I hear Terry say and Joel relaxes, slumping into relief. His chest rises and falls as violently and fear is in his eyes for the first time.

“Breathe” Joel says but I can’t. “It’s okay kid” Joel says, holding me tight against him and I find the breaths come in sooner. I don't want to cry but I can't help it.

“What the fuck!” I hear Richmond scream.

“Boss we’re all accounted for and our clients are secure” a voice says.

“How does this happen?” He bellows.

“The attack was coordinated, we had ten minutes' notice but only got to it with six to go” the voice I recognize as Connor says.

“Be fucking through” Richmond snaps.

“I can't be sure but if the prelims are correct it was a strike for the Troy upset of last year” Connors says and I find myself relaxing a touch. I look at Terry recalling his words from last night. They seem prophetic now as I recall the “Troy upset” of last year. Tale as old as time, an unsatisfied trophy wife looks for love elsewhere. Then the neglectful husband’s ego can't take it and he lashes out.

“End all contracts.” The boss says and I can't take my eyes off of him.

“Check him” I say but my voice sounds hoarse and unlike myself. Joel lets me go.

“I’m fine,” Terry says.

“Are you in your suit?’ Joel asks.

“No” Terry responds, making my blood go cold. I look at him, he’d been shielding me from bullets and danger when he hadn't been wearing any protection?

“Check him” I repeat and the sound of my voice makes both men wince.

“I’m fine,” Richmond tells Joel.

Trembling, I push forward from Joel’s arms. I check for wounds like we’re supposed to, by pressing down and looking for blood. The moss watches me run my hands over his arms, he indulges me pressing on his chest and then lower onto his abdomen where my hands become stained red with sticky blood. Frantic, I rip away the fabric of his shirt to find shards of glass in his skin. I move back, eyes locked on him as the first responder’s begin caring for him. “I got you” his words echo in my consciousness. A forever promise. There is no suit, no kevlar, no defence against harm, just flesh, bone and the unrelenting resolve of Terrance Richmond.

“She’s gonna go into shock” he shouts sounding terrified and just like that I know he loves me.

I got you

authors note: Hope you enjoyed this update, things are heating up from here - full steam ahead. To those of you who watched Mufasa iykyk that scene had me like Sarabi, I get it sis. Had to inject it here lol

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aitana bonmati x fem!reader

desc: kinda implicit smut but not much, still rated 16+ please!! also kinda short - im sorry its exam season and im dying 😭😭

aitana knew from a young age that she was into girls, when her highschool friends spent their free time talking about boys, she could never find it in herself to involve herself in the conversation. not many people knew about her sexuality, only ona and keira had a slight idea of it, after seeing aitana go home with a woman on one of the team night outs. if anyone asked aitana about her sexuality, she wouldnt lie, she would tell them confidentially that she was a lesbian, she wasnt ashamed of who she was after all.

the reason why hardly anyone knew, was that aitana didnt do relationships. most people on the team already knew that, aitana prioritised football over everything especially after 2023 ended, and as the awards kept stacking up, her winning mentality only increased, she put all of her time into making herself better.

that didnt make the spaniard inexperienced in the sexual aspects, and was never one to turn down a woman at the bar, but aitana preferred to skip the flirting, and get out of the club as soon as possible, especially before someone like mapi saw, who aitana knew would tease her all day at training.

however, since you joined the team, aitana didnt care about mapi seeing anymore, and instead focused on trying to not let you see, aitana wasnt sure why she was so against the idea of you knowing she was going home with another woman. but each time the midfielder spotted you sat down, laughing with your fellow lionesses at the table, the midfielder couldnt help but feel guilty as she let the other woman tug her towards the door.

as aitanas hookups increased, so did the pit of betrayal at the bottom of her stomach. but after one night, when thoughts of you plagued her mind as a girl that she didnt even know the name of came undone on her fingers, she knew she had to stop. normally, aitana lasted a few rounds, however this time her skills in the bedroom couldnt change her hookups mind, as aitana did the walk of shame out of this girls house after accidentally moaning your name as she came.

aitana did stop though, nearing around 4 months without a single girl, however the longer the period of time she spent without anyone, the more time she spent daydreaming of you. the main issue was that aitana was hardly even friends with you, sure the two of you had chemistry on the pitch, but off the pitch, the spaniard had no idea about you. aitana could just go on google or youtube to find out some facts about you and watch your interviews (which she had already done) however, anyone could find this out about you, aitana wanted to know things that the internet didnt. and to do that, she needed to try talk to you.

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aitana liked to think of herself as a confident person, it took a lot of courage to heartlessly tell someone that they are nothing more than a hookup, but aitana hadnt thought about the fact that she had never had to see those women again. if you rejected her, then aitana would still have to see you each day at training, and she didnt think she could live with the embarrassment and awkwardness of that.

so she decided to first ask you to get a coffee with her after training, she knew lucy had brought you to training, so she could give you a lift back as well. aitanas plan was to befriend you first, and then try figure out if you reciprocated her feelings or not.

so when aitana decided she would offer to spot you, she didnt anticipate her body freezing up with nerves as she was about to ask you, which unluckily happened at the same time you failed your rep and actually needed aitanas help.

due to your intense sets, you were breathing unevenly as you tried to get aitanas attention, except gasping out “tana” didnt help the brunette anymore. instead her face blushed crimson, the spaniards pent up neediness for an orgasm from somebody other than herself was getting to her, and her mind couldnt help but think of how good you sounded saying her name.

her short daze was broken by you once again saying her name, as she quickly took the bar off you, repeating “lo siento” as you still gasped for air. when you grabbed onto the brunettes bicep for support, struggling to hold your self up after having your oxygen supply restricted for too long. you couldnt help but notice the muscle flexing unconsciously below your fingertips, which only seemed to make you feel more lightheaded.

“dios mio aitana, are you trying to kill me?” you wheezed out with a raspy chuckle, only to be met with silence from the midfielder and her holding up your water bottle to you. “you know im not mad at you, right tana?” you asked the spaniard, uncomfortable at the thought of her thinking your mad at her. “si, yes i know y/n, are you sure your okay?” she asked, as she gathered the courage to start rubbing comforting circles on your back. only when ona came up to the two of you, asking the both of you what happened accompanied with a knowing glance shot at aitana, did her hand stop rubbing circles on your back. the brunette instead let her hand fall, so it rested dangerously low on your lower back, causing you to shiver involuntarily.

you decided to call off your gym session early, you couldnt keep aitana off your mind, and your back still tingled where her hand had once rested. aitana decided to accompany you and drive you home, claiming she “owed it to you” after almost ending your life. despite the girls actual reason to take you home being she wanted to build her friendship with you, you suspected the midfielder just felt bad. never once did it cross your mind to ask what it was that had aitana so distracted during your workout.

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your apartment was a 10 minute drive from the training grounds, however aitana had decided to take a detour, claiming that it would be faster due to the bad traffic in barcelona. however, after almost 45 minutes in the car, you were beginning to get tired, you were having a great conversation with the brunette who currently had one hand resting on the steering wheel, expertly navigating round the quieter streets of barcelona. as you looked over at the midfielder, you couldnt help but admire her side profile, and the way her eyebrows furrowed in concentration as she tried to remember the route.

a quick glance at the street you were currently at, on the map displayed by the screen of her car, had you internally groaning in frustration as you realised you were still half an hour away from your apartment.

“aita, are we almost there? im tired” you asked the midfielder, who now had a look of shock and suprise on her face.

aitana hadnt even realised how long she had been in the car with you for, she only meant to detour and make the route 10 minutes longer, not an hour. even the detour was only so she had enough time to build her courage to ask you out for a coffee.

“oh- yeah almost y/n! uhhh- like, another.. 30 minutes?” she said sheepishly, before quickly rushing out “¿Te gustaría tomar un café conmigo mañana?”

“aita, i dont speak spanish remember? especially not at the speed you just spoke at!” you said with a laugh.

fuck. aitana thought. although she had managed to ask you out, her nervous state had completely forgot to translate it into english so that you would understand. her adrenaline of asking you was wearing off, and she felt her previous nerves almost skyrocket at the thought of having to ask you again, especially now your full attention was on her.

“uhhh- get a coffee with me? i mean- uh, would you like to? to get a coffee with me? its fine if not- uh, it can just be as friends? if we are friends that is! its fine if-“ until aitanas state of rambling was cut off by you who although found her flustered state very amusing, was starting to feel pity for the spaniard who was struggling to even form a sentence at this point.

“i would love to aitana, its a date!”

“it is?” the midfielder said, receiving an encouraging nod from you, “it is!” she said more excited now, making you laugh at her excitement.

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to other people, it would probably look like aitana had been stood up, but in reality, she had just decided to arrive at the coffee shop an hour early to hopefully have a coffee or two before you came, and prepare herself in hope to not embarrass herself too much in front of you.

the coffee shop she had chosen was one she had been to for years, it was relatively popular amongst locals, and was a small, cozy, family owned business, that aitana had grown to love.

as soon as you walked in the shop aitana requested to meet you at, you were met with aromas of roasted coffee beans and fresh pastries, you scanned the shop for the midfielder you had grown to love, and saw her sat at a window seat, with an empty mug infront of her.

“i didnt get the time wrong did i?” you asked her, glancing at her empty cup.

“no, no- i got here early” the brunette reassured, and outstretched her arms for a welcoming hug which you quickly accepted, the midfielder wrapped her arms around you, not wasting the opportunity to have you as close as possible. equally, you werent going to pass up the chance to have aitanas arms wrapped around you, especially as they were what you spent most of your gym time admiring as you did your weights, much to esmees amusement and annoyance, who was your usual gym partner.

as you pulled apart and sat down, aitana decided to go and order the both of you another coffee, coming back with two cinnamon lattes, your eyes widening in surprise as you realise she remembered your favourite drink that you mentioned during your rambling in the car yesterday.

the date went well, and much better than aitana expected, she managed to not embarrass herself at all, and left the date with a smudge of your lipstick on her cheek where you had kissed her goodbye, that she knew she would probably cry about when she had to wipe it off later.

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Distance makes the Heart grow Fonder ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི Chapter 6 of my Sweet As Sugar Series (baker!reader x lt ghost

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི Summary: Simon leaves in deployment, though just before he goes, your father unintentionally sets a fire alight in Simon’s chest, one he’s never felt in years. It brings him to a realisation he didnt think was possible.

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It’s surprising; in Soap’s entire career, he never thought he’d see the day that Ghost actually looked reluctant to come back to work. Usually he was the one to complain about everything he missed, especially in the mess hall when they grabbed their meals together. Though today Ghost’s eyes were particularly downturned, and he hadn't interrupted Soap once to tell him to do less speaking and more eating. “Ye not gonna tell me to shut up today?” He tilts his head towards the masked man before promptly shoving a bland potato in his mouth, chewing it without a care in the world.

“This tea is horrible; that's why.” He grunts, placing the cup down onto the table with so much force the liquid almost splashes out of the cup altogether. “Thought ya didn't care about the taste?” Soap raises a brow, even more confused. When had his Lt thought twice about how good his tea tasted? Sure, he’d been bragging about the cafe in town for a while now, but he didn't think anything would sway Riley this much. He’s only seen the man this annoyed that time he was given rice instead of pitta when they grabbed their post-deployment kebab.

“My standards have been raised.” Ghost scoffs a little, watching as Soap gulps down a large swig of his strong coffee as always—licking his lips from the three sugars he had just stirred in. “Are you going to finally tell me who that lass was now? Gaz is dying to know too.” He rests his elbows on the table, grinning cheekily at the man opposite, who only shoos him back and narrows his eyes in a faux glare. “You told Gaz?”

“Wait till Capt’ comes back–”

Ghost wasn't sure how to feel about his team’s sudden interest in his private life, but he supposed it seemed natural given that he wasn't one for making friends, let alone getting close to the baker girl in the town they frequented off deployments. “She works at the bakery, that’s all. I helped her with some heavy things.” He chooses to omit the part where he had willingly joined you on a mini road trip and spent time with you at the winter market. Soap will definitely never know about the incident at your apartment either.

”Wait, she’s the one who makes those pastries your unit had? We ‘ave to pay her a visit too. I mean, my mouth watered when i smelt ‘em.” He laughs, remembering the time he had begged Ghost to let him try just a tad of the cookie you had graciously provided him once. He’d take the death glare, especially since after he ate half, he had easily decided it was the best one he’d ever tasted. Besides, he wanted to see what had caught Ghost’s eye to the point he spent more time off base than on. Unfortunately, the masked man had caught onto it quickly, standing with the tray in his hands. “Yeah, you go spillin’ crumbs on yourself in the middle of the briefing we have in ten.” He rolls his eyes, already expecting the alarm in Soap’s eyes as he quickly stands and throws his tray away too—he always had a tendency to rely on Ghost as a personal reminders app.

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The meeting seemed to last forever, and he had to adjust himself to stand straight every so often just so his mind wouldn’t wander off with the memories of only last week. Though, he couldn’t keep them away for much longer since as soon as he was on the treadmill, everything in his mind was let free. The thing was, even though he hadn't said it directly, Johnny was right—you had caught his eye in a way that he couldn't even figure out himself. From the day he saw you in that shop, dancing along to a song that you embarrassedly shut off as soon as he entered, to the pretty smile you flash every time he enters the shop. In fact, your demeanour seems to light up without you even realising; it’s adorable, really. He notices the pep in your step, the slightly higher pitch in your voice, and even the way you greet the customers with happiness just ‘cause you’re eager to draw your doodle on the side of his coffee cup again. Maybe if he had a little more experience in all of this, he would’ve teased you about it all, or he would even go as far as to admit that you’ve made his heart thump more than any life-threatening situation will. Though, if he told you that then you might just force him to a doctor out of sheer worry.

What if you don’t even see it the same way? What if you’re just being friendly and he’s acting like a creep, reading into all of your actions? He ramps up the speed on the treadmill a little more, his thighs starting to burn the more forceful his strides grow. It’s empty in this room, no sound around save for the heavy thump of his boots bouncing off the walls. He’s heard female soldiers complain before; they huff about how the younger soldiers ogle, and the older lieutenants shamelessly give their remarks. What if he ruins everything and makes you uncomfortable? He’s not even sure he can handle a relationship; he always thought he could never commit to it, nor did he think he could put the constant energy and thoughts into caring so much for somebody. But with you, it just comes so naturally; he barely has to think twice when he converses with you, even less when you chatter to him about something that happened the other day. Relationships always seemed like obligations to him, even if the girl was nice or sweet; something always sucked the life out of him dry until he broke up with them just for their own sake. He didn't want the same to happen to you; no he wouldn't dare hurt you in such a cruel way.

Then what, should he just pull away from you altogether?

That thought alone stills him, the idea of never seeing you again making his body still like a bucket of cold ice dumped over his head. His feet falter as his heart stammers, and his hands can only graze the handles before his knees hit the floor with a painful slam—sliding off the treadmill altogether in a heap of limbs. He looks down in shock, more so down at himself as he sits on the floor in front of the treadmill he had accidentally pushed to the maximum speed. Damnit; he really has fallen for you.

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The little bell rings as he pushes the glass door open; it’s the day before he leaves for deployment, and he was hoping he’d see your grin one last time before he goes. To his dismay, you’re not on shift today, likely doing a grocery run or something similar. Today, your parents are handling the shop, and although you informally introduced him once, he’s almost sure that they don't approve of him. It’s not like they’ve made it obvious; it just seems inevitable due to his chosen attire and his line of work. Naturally, he hadn't expected your father to smile at him widely and know his order before he could say it.

“Flat white or black today? No tea today, unfortunately.”

Simon can only blink in surprise, clearing his throat in hopes he doesn’t sound too hoarse. “Flat white. I’ve got deployment tomorrow, so I'll have to indulge now rather than later.” He doesn't usually add on detail, but he feels like he’s obliged to, just for the sake of seeming a little better towards your parents. Thankfully, there’s not a hint of the disdain he expected on your father’s face; he only laughs, ringing in the order whilst he turns to make the drink for him. “I’d hardly call a flat white an ‘indulgent’, kid.”

Simon barely gets the chance to acknowledge the fact someone just called him ‘kid’ before he’s talking again, and he feels himself stand a little straighter to make sure he doesn't look like some sleazy boy.

“She’s gonna be upset, y’know? Maybe you’ll be better off paying a stunt double to take your place instead of saying you’re on deployment.” The man chuckles again, his face lighting up the same way you do, and you’ve clearly learnt his technique of pouring the steamed milk too.

“I’m sure she’ll forget by the second day; the other customers will have to suffice with all her stories.” Simon brushes off your potential reaction, almost positive that you wouldn't even lose sleep on the matter. Besides, you’re plenty more friendly than he’ll ever be; he’s sure you’ll make quick friends with the other regulars.

“Forget? I won't hear the end of it until you return. I don't know what you did to that girl, but she’s been as bright as the sun since you showed up.” The older man pressed the lid onto the cup, turning around to hand it to Simon. “We’re grateful, y’know? She had a tough time when we first opened; it didn't help that we couldn't afford her further education.”

“I.. didn't know that.” He can't say much else, the words spilling out and surprise evident in his tone.

“We travelled a bit before buying this bakery, so she’s never had many constant friends; it was out of our control.” The man packs up a small bag, placing it on the counter for Ghost to take as well before giving him a grateful smile. “She’d have come around eventually, but the point is, she’s very fond of you. Always makes sure she has your favourite biscuits restocked too.” He chuckles, and Simon stares down at the bag, the faint outline of chocolate bourbons inside. He truly was a lucky man.

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Ghost had a hypothesis, and that was that the simplest missions were always the longest. Well, not literally, but they felt as if they dragged on forever. He was positioned up in these mountains to scope the area prior to his team’s entry; however they wouldn't be here for another two hours anyway due to unforeseen circumstances. That meant that for the meantime, he was a sitting duck. It also gave way to the thoughts he hadn’t been able to consider ever since he first processed them, promising himself he’d debate it later after this all blew over.

The thing is, he couldn't fathom the idea of you feeling low or even having a few friends. He considers himself to be on the loner side, considering most people perceived him that way, and he didn't exactly contact anyone outside of the military save from his old boss when he worked as a butcher—he always said happy new year to him. The difference is, he kind of liked it that way, but clearly you haven't been given a choice in that matter. It fills him with an urge, one that’s a little out of place for him yet fits perfectly in his chest. He wants to make sure you’re happy, well, as far as he can do so anyway. And on the off chance you do get upset, he wants to be the one to cheer you up after.

It’s weird to him, having someone that needs him as a presence in their life, someone who’ll miss him when he’s gone. But what’s worse for him, is that he realises now that he misses you every time you’re gone. He thought he had gone crazy the first time Johnny went on deployment without him, and he had to listen to Gaz talk about the latest football game all lunch— not that Johnny usually had anything better to say either. He had only realised he missed him when Soap described the same feeling when Gaz had left for deployment. He figured it comes with working closely with others very often; after all, being forced out of a routine would never feel right. So, he was even more surprised when he had only spent a month and a bit getting to know you, but somehow every moment away just seemed duller.

That night the evac trucks take him home quietly, along with the rest of his team. They’re exhausted, Soap and Gaz more so than himself; they're practically nodding off beside him. Not that he minds being their pillow for the ride, but he does stop to wonder what it’d feel like if your head was the one on his shoulder. He’d probably wrap an arm around you—if you’d allow him, of course—and maybe just sit in silence whilst a movie plays. You’d be happy with someone around, he’d be happy to have a quiet night in, and maybe a quiet sleep again.

That’s the moment he decided what he was going to do and what he’s currently doing right now. It’s two am, and he’s just got back, barely even washed up yet. His phone is in his hands, your little profile picture grinning at him cheekily as he stares at the unsent message.

“Are you free for dinner on Wednesday? My treat, and an apology for leaving you for so long.”

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birds of a feather.

(various!phantom busters x reader)

SUMMARY

in your pursuit to become a part of the popular clique ; a group of 4 kids who "exorcise" ghosts ruins your perfect chance of doing so.

OR in which, you find people as weird as you. however you're not willing to join this "phantom busters" club, so in mogari's stubborn fashion ; he chases you.

notes: implied! sapphic reader, also we need more phanbus content 💔💔 and, I didnt plan this throughout so this is ass AF ; this is more off a way to let steam out. chapter two will be up right after (I hope) , not proofread!

reblogs are highly appreciated, need more phanbus moots!

CHAPTER ONE : (name), this is calculus.

You fought well.

HE tries to tell himself, even if his body is mangled with bruises - aching when even the slightest tap of his feet lands the ground. With the last of energy, the tremble of his muscles, the stringing of veins combine to stand : to protect, repeats in his mind.

In a final breath, he stances his body, letting the cocky smirk emerge from his pristine face. But, as his eyes meet the opponent -- a slash of blue enters in eyes.

All he hears is nothing, before feeling lighter, soft lined blankets hovering over the heavy mass --

"-And here's where Gojo " an excited quip emerges from your mouth. Placing the linen-doll down a wooden board, hands grabbing the plastic handle of a cutter.

A loud thud echoes in the quiet class, eyes focused, pupils set. There, they see the Gojo-like dolls, sapphire-like orbs bulge out -- it's small, felt body spliced to two pieces, with a red silk emerges akin to blood spilling.

"Gets cut in half!"

Turning away for a while, "no worries, there's way more bloodier scenes like --"

"Nope," something blocks your view, looking at the pillar between you. "Don't even try to finish that."

You stare awkwardly at your teacher.

Slowly looking behind her broad shoulders, the scene before you ; people were chuckling behind their campus notebooks, girls giving eachother looks like they'd debrief this later, and students napping when their drool seeps in the wood.

Shifting hastily, a glance of hope flickered when a man sat by the window ; who's hair looked like strings of falling snow, eyes swirling in different hues of greens, purples, a warmth of yellow -- paired with scars over them (like a mysterious chosen-one, you awe). Even if the way his lips curl look unsightly, his body leans closer, head almost urging for more.

"Dear," a concerned reply comes from your teacher. Fingers gently tapping onto her clip board, shifting her sharp gaze between the dolls in your hands to the smile etched on you.

"What are you doing?" She sighs, the intense search-over providing nothing.

Tilting your head, raising the mangled Gojo to her face. "Giving my book report?"

"This is calculus," huffing, putting down the doll. "Go back."

The quiet classroom puts on howls of laughter, countless whispers that egg on you, their words letting your head down in shame.

Just be yourself, a ghastly tone whispers in your ears.

Bullshit, you reply back in your head. I did, and look -- they think I'm some freak.

Inside, the thought pangs, it bounces and pierces through you. Like a reminder of something, an outcast -- an alien obsessed with pages and pages of words.

"Won't you all just leave her alone!" an authoritative tone enters the room, her words alone stopping the laughter.

Her hair falls gracefully over her shoulder, annoyed grunts falling from her pink-glossed lips. The sharp gaze panging through every person in the gaze -- even yours. It's piercing, the obsidian almost taking you in. Once it quiets down, she heads you a small nod and an amused smile -- a pretty one.

It makes your lungs tie, depriving itself of oxygen.

You feel yourself grow flustered, looking away. Yet, when you hit your forehead on the soft confines of the dismembered Gojo plush, your lips morph itself to a small smile.

She defended me, you think, like a giddy child.

Maybe, maybe I won't be so alone anymore.

WHEN the days pass, even if Kamakura was a small, tight-knit town. You never seem to find her, never catching a glimpse of the ringlets with every bounce or the smell of cherries that waft over.

Kikuchi Hotaru.

The excited, almost awed rumors who say. As if a goddess decided to descend on their trails, basting them with flowers, blessings, or glittering light that'll sparkle a path of dimmed alleyways.

"Man, Kikuchi was seriously gorgeous today," a boy whispers to his peers.

"Course she is, always is. "

"You think she'll like the chocolates?"

Stopping behind the two, you slowly back down a corner. Ears leaned in to oversee this conversation (and maybe even find her.)

"Dumbass, like she'd like weirdos like you," he chuckles, jabbing his friend. "Maybe someone like Eugene can match up to her though, who knows."

"Eugene? Like Korekishi? Nah, he's in that club ain't he? Phan..."

"Phantom busters?"

"Yeah, that exorcist stuff with the four guys."

"Oh," the boy let's out in agreement,

"Seriously, what a waste."

The two shake their heads, continuing onto their walk -- when the school bells rings the familiar tune. Your eyes widen at the door, hearing her voice run through the halls. With a little pat on the chest, your legs start to march.

"You are hopeless," someone chuckles, immediately looking up. The translucent, almost sea-like figure floats above -- picking at his nose.

"And you're dead."

"How creative, can't say the same your gift," he retorts, his sassy hisses erupting something in you.

Pointing at the paper clutched on your fingers, you jumped. "She'll... she'll like it," you mumble, keeping it close to your chest.

"Yeah yeah, she'll like calling the police by how much you're following her."

"It's called, fate, dumb ghost."

"It's being a damn stalker -"

"Get off me!" you hiss back, tucking the paper safely. "Stop following me, why don't you reach Buddha..." giving him a harsh look. "Bet even they don't want you there."

Instead of offense, he shrugs. "I'll reach Buddha when you get rejected." He gives a smug smirk, floating through the air.

All you manage is a rude gesture, which he returns. "I don't even like her, just wanna be friends that's all."

He raises his brows, before shaking it head -- following alongside you. Inching closer to Kikuchi, her body surrounded by other people. Your lips dry at the sight, legs trembling when your fingers grip tight. Once your feet step in her space -- her space, your mind almost jumps.

However, before a word falls beneath your lips, a loud thud washes through the hallways. Finding your sight changed ; instead of her thick, bushed hair -- your eyes meet the brown of the school floor. Body pressed on it, another weight on you -- it's bulky, heavy, choking you of air.

"No worries!" the person on top of you happily chuckles, "you'll be safe from hhe ghost now!"

Boy, what?

Finally finding the sweet air to enter, you are entangled in the arms of someone. Looking up in your panic, his black messed-up hair, a toothy-fanged grin, and his red, striked eyes look down on you. A free-hand showing a half-made thumbs up.

All you do is give him a look of disgust.

He stumbles a bit, letting go of your body -- before you hear garbled high-pitch screams. It immediately makes you look up, the scream reminding you of a certain ghost. With open eyes, you find the fang-toothed boy chase the ghost with a crazed smile.

"Ohhh," he taunts, bouncing off the hallways with his tongue out. "Don't run, it won't hurt, just a taste!"

Your ghost companion just evades him, fear. seeping in his rather calm, annoying face. "No! Don't eat me?!"

The sight before you makes you lean back in awe, a hyper-energetic man who looks like a blur of white chasing the ghost you prayed to get rid of.

But, even with the highs, your fingers twitch -- urging to help him.

"Help me! Help!" he cries out like a child, his tears puffing at every moment. With one swoop, you grab the boy holding him down with all your strength. But, you struggle, feet flying dumbly in the air.

"You!" you breathe out, trying to pin him. "Don't... don't eat him!" you plead with desperation, "he maybe an annoying ghost -- but eating him is too kind!"

Then, you find yourself in a weird fight -- if you could call it that. The two of you rolled on the smooth wooden hallways, struggling all while you hurled pleas. You exchanged insults, pulled eachothers clothing and hair.

"Mogari?" a series of voices interrupt you two, as he was pulling on your hair. Stopping in his actions, crimson shifting to meet the three people.

"Koreshiki!" he happily utters, letting go of your hair. "Zaki told me he saw a ghost and..."

"I know," a deadpanned reply, looking to see the other boy, you were stunned.

He has foreigner origins definitely, his bright-ginger hair clipped and wide-round frames that suit his face. Seeing the others, you find the same mysterious dude, and another who's gaze was away -- his body shaking, like it was holding in the urge to vomit.

"Oh," Mogari chuckles, before hastily looking around. "Where is it?"

"More like, where is your mind right now?" Koreshiki states, pointing between the two of you.

"Here?" Mogari points to his temples, chucking his head.

"No, let... let go of the girl," he replies back, removing Mogari off your body.

Finally, you felt like breathing.

Sitting up, you find more than three ; a whole crowd just gawks -- their phones up, small chuckles. Your heart drops, they saw that stupid fight, looking around you catch the gaze -- her gaze. She's staring at you, no amused smile, no emotion, it was a blank. You find her peers whispering their lips close to her ears, girlish laughs entering your earshot.

She saw, your body shuts down, like she'd like weirdos like you, the boys words re-enter your ears.

You don't hear the gossips of laughter, or the phones shuttering, all there is -- is the long stare between the two of you, before she twists her body and walks away.

No, no wait. I didn't get a chance.

"Wait," you try to voice out, reaching out -- before a hand brings you back in. Turning your head back, you're once again faced again with Mogari. He has that stupid grin, showcasing those fangs -- what does he want?

"You, you saw that ghost right?" his smile gets impossibly huge, almost ripping at his skin.

"What?" you choke out, brows furrowing.

You don't get to reply, as he continues to ramble. And all you get is phantom busters, exorcism and ghost. Those words pang passion, yet it brings you to the depths of the cruelty -- their chants of insults, the freak, the outcast.

No, you weren't gonna fall for that -- you promised, you promised her. Even if you wanted to grasp on that string, that thread that could tug on that still heart. But a beating heart, the one that sang every passion you sang to the world -- greeted you with slaps of reality.

You won't be lonely again, right? No one can protect you now. Get off your fantasy, please!

Muffling all the words he's been rambling on, you push him harshly. Yet, his build deterred a slightest bit of impact.

"Leave me alone," you cut harshly, avoiding his eyes. "I don't wanna join you or that freakish club, ghosts don't even exist! Are you out of your mind?"

You turn to the four boys, stance straight and eyes cold (colder than you hope.)

"Get away from me, freaks." you spit with venom, ushering yourself away.

Yet, the small part of your heart beats, even when you forced it to stay still -- and when you try to remove her ; she pleads.

No, please come back, don't keep me here.

MOGARI is stunned. Watching your body flit away, your words stunt his head.

Freaks.

Yet, you utter it less of an insult to them, to his ears -- there's hints of a pained hiss. The words, you don't hurl them in typical bully fashion.

"You think she's a psychic too?" Eugene cuts him off, leaning a finger to his temples. "Or did you just wanna fight?"

"No," Kaoru butts in, shifting his colored eyes. "I saw them talk to the ghost too, in class. " Then, taking on a serious facade, "and someone with a passion for Jujustu Kaisen, she truly must be one."

No one gives a notice to his last words.

"Yeah," Tamon shifts on his feet, "there's some voice that lingers near her, Mogari may be real."

"So," Eugene flickers his gaze to the three, lips pursued in thought. "You're planning to recruit her? After... that?"

All Mogari does is stare, continuously look at the never-ending halls.

He sees the hints of longing, the dots of sadness that paint your stare -- as if a ghost came to posess you, he theorizes.

Your trembles, your hesitance, it really does seem like a ghost of a person he wants to know. Outside of what you show, with that faux confidence and strides.

And instead of wave her away, he sees it like a challenge ; a new exorcism goal for him to fit.

Because after all, if there's a ghost -- it's his job to exorcise. And damn well, he'll do it perfectly -- to remove whatever makes you tremble, what made you seem scared.

"Mogari?"

Returning his grin, he gives off a chuckle.

"Damn right, we do need a new member, yeah?"

[anothermansjeans]

youtuber!reader does the orange peel trend with spencer

YESSSSS (he would excel)

cw: food mention, fluff fluff FLUFF, spencer is the standard for ALL MEN

wc: 351

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You set up your phone behind your water bottle, camera facing front as Spencer was in front of you doing dishes. There had been a trend on TikTok and you wanted to see how Spencer would react. Watching the way some people’s boyfriends reacted to the “orange peel trend” was actually horrific. Some men just didn't get it. You had faith in Spencer though, and you'd quickly be proven right.

“Hey, Spence?”

“Yes?” He placed the last plate into the dishwasher before starting it up and leaning back against the sink.

“I’m craving fruit.”

“What kind?” His response was automatic, which caused you to smile, and with his words, he walked over to the fruit bowl on your opposite counter.

“An orange?” He gave a nod and grabbed the biggest one before walking over to you. “I actually don’t– wait what?” You watched as he pressed his thumb into the orange, peeling back the skin unprompted– unasked. “Spencer, no!”

He stopped in his tracks and looked up to your pouting face, “what? What happened? Did I do something wrong?”

“Yes! I mean, no, you didn't, ugh!” You turned your body in your high top chair to face the side he was walking towards, and reached over to grab his wrists (which were still holding the orange), pulling him between your legs. “I was supposed to give you hints that I didn't want to peel the orange so TikTok could see how long it would take.”

“But you never want to peel your oranges.” His brows were furrowed, and he had a point. He knows you better than you know yourself at this point.

Sighing again, you slumped your body forward, leaning your head against his chest, “you're right. You're always right, and I love you for it.”

You felt his chest reverberate with his laugh, and he kissed the top of your head. “Do you still want this orange?”

Sliding your head up, your chin was now resting on his chest. “Yes, please.” You both smiled at each other before sharing a kiss, and Spencer finished the peeling of your orange.

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BONUS: some comments

@ user: THIS WAS SO CUTE WHAT

@ user1: WTF HE DIDNT EVEN NEED TO BE ASKED IM OVER IT

@ user2: how does it feel to win at life?

@ user3: spencer being the best boyfriend to ever exist… did you build him in a lab??

@ user4: you're living the life the one girl who’s boyfriend said “tough luck, buddy” to wishes she has 😭

@ user5: THAT SHOULD BE ME

@ user6: spencer passing the orange peel theory is the only thing that makes sense to me in life tbh

@ user7: this proves that if he wanted to, HE WOULD

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[sirxlla]

Grand Gestures

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Warnings: It's so fluffy Im gonna die.

Prompt: Being friends with Tim but you two act like a couple and realizing theres deeper feelings (request @nesting-dreams )

Notes: female reader, italics are actions and thoughts.

-With that said it's all under the cut-

Bruce requested that all of the Batboys take at least one night off a week, minimum. Naturally, Tim used his time off to spend time with you and play video games. Just domestic time that most would see as trivial. Tim always loved how you two enjoyed simple time together and how you both wanted to do things for eachother, it came naturally for you both. The both of you just got done with dinner about 10 minutes ago so you did dishes so he didnt have to later.

Afterwards, you laid on the couch and he lifted his arms for you so you could lay your head in his lap.

"Just let me finish this level and we can watch a movie or something, okay?"

"I don't mind, I like watching you play, Bubby." You reassured him as you nuzzled into his lap and watched him play his game, his arm rested on his head and the controller rested on his other thigh so you can see.

"Oh, My-" The both of you got scared and jumped at the same time which had prompted him to accidentally hit you in the nose with the controller, obviously you groaned.

"Holy- Are you okay?" Tim asks before looking down at you to check your nose, just a small bruise was forming there. He lowered his head to get a better look, he mouth so close to yours.

"Tim...I'm...I'm okay..." Your eyes finding his as his warm breath wafts across your face. His gaze flicks between your lips and your eyes. He pulls back as he notices how close he is, your lips almost try to chase his.

"I'm so sorry for...um...for hitting you." He tries to distract his thoughts, the last thing he'd wanna do is ruin your friendship by assuming this was more. He'd rather have you here than not have you at all by scaring you off.

"Tim, I- Can I- I...What is this?" You stammer out, you're just as worried as Tim it seems.

"We can be friends or like I mean if you wanted we could- I mean." Tim responded just as in shambles as you.

"I love you." You blurted out on accident which prompted two sets of red cheeks between the both of you.

"You love me?" His eyes lit up as he realized what you said. You nodded trying to realize that your best friend truly did love you and you him. You nuzzled your nose with his, the pain from the bump had faded. "She loves me" his brain repeated over and over as a bright smile filled his face but neither of you said more that night, you two didn't wanna push it or ruin the moment.

You worked at the local library and Tim often found himself "needing" books to research. Of course he could just use the BatComputer but that meant he cant see you, he brought you in some lunch from your favorite restaurant.

He bounced around the library for quite a while looking for different books and things that he needed. You watched him, he was sneaky about whatever he was doing but you just laughed and shrugged it off.

"What are you hiding from me, Drake?" You asked him as he went to your coworker to check out and not you like he normally did.

"N- N- Nothing! I promise." Tim stammered the words out with a blush.

"Alright, If you say so." God, he was so cute it was hard not to smile or believe him.

"You wanna know what he checked out?" Your coworker asks.

"No, he'll tell me if it's important."

"Come over to the manor, please? I need your help." He texted you later that evening.

"Everything alright?" Worry shot through you as you responded to his text.

"It's all good, just...please?" He repeated himself in another text.

"Okay, I'm omw. See you then."

When you arrived at the manor Tim moved over to your driver's side door and opened it all gentleman like and helped you out of the car.

"If- Um...If you don't love me like I love you then just consider this a nice dinner but if you do then can we consider it a date?" He asked/stated nervously.

"Is that why you're dressed all nice, Bubby?" You heart was swelling. Tim had gone through so much effort, his expression made that obvious.

"Yeah, I- Oh, god..." He was starting to think this was a bad idea and you could tell.

"Well, I'd be honored to have it be our first date." You smiled and gently used your hand to guide chin so his eyes looked back up into yours.

"I read like a whole bunch of romance novels and they said the most romantic area for a date was usually a gazebo so I fixed the one in the yard up and I got light and everything. For dinner I had Alfred show me how to cook a- and I wanted to do all the work and have it dont by me and I found that song that we both liked when we both first met and-"

He kept rambling and cutting himself off, it was honestly one of- scratch that it is the sweetest thing a man has ever done for you. Tim clearly was nervous and rambly still so you cut him off, grabbing his face and kissing him deeply.

"You could get me a cardboard shitty pizza and I would think it was the best, Tim. This is just- Oh, god..." Tears fell into your eyes and he started to go into panic mode.

"Oh, god was it too much? I-" He watched you tear up before you hugged him and his worry vanished again.

"Oh...Happy tears?" He asked as you burried your face in his neck.

"It literally wasn't super hard to do and I just want you to be happy all the time." He rubbed your back.

"You're my everything, Sweetheart."

"I can't be your everything cause your my everything." You were sniffling before he sat you down and ran off to go get dinner.

"Stay here, I promise. It'll be perfect."

He came back with a tray of food assisted by his very clearly proud oldest brother. Dick was obviously proud but he wasnt gonna butt in and ruin his litter brother's big gesture.

They both placed the trays down and what was it but pie. Your brows furrowed for a second as you thought but then it hit you.

When you met him for the first time, you went on this whole long expedition of a conversation about pie at Pauli's diner.

"You- you remembered." You looked up at him.

"It's easy to remember when the cute stranger next to you goes on a tirade about pie." He laughs as he gazes into your eyes and the way the fairy lights bounce off of them.

"I knew from that moment I wanted you in my life in any way possible. You made me feel safe in the way you talked about whatever. It's...It's something I wish I was so confident to do with a stranger."

"Well, for one I didnt know you were Bruce Wayne's son and I figure most of the time, you'll never see specific people again so if you mess it up it's okay cause the likelyhood you see them again is slim but if they think you're cool then you just made a friend." You take a bite out of the pie and it's amazing, you eyes widen.

"That level of optimism is refreshing in such a place like Gotham. Its one of the things I love about yo-" He sees your reaction.

"Oh, God. Dont hate it." He thinks to himself.

"No way you made that yourself! Holy- Wow! That's...thats phenomenal." You praised and yet again his anxiety was curbed, you did it so naturally without noticing it. He hoped he could give you everything you give him and return it back by a tenfold. He was down bad and the happiest man Gotham right now with the best woman in the city- scratch that...the world.

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[cyberdragoninfinity]

alright dana needs to wail and bark and holler about yugioh vrains now or shes gonna explode

GOD. VRAINS, HUH. YUGIOH VRAINS. I finished it a little over a week ago and even though I've been mad busy it is eating at my brain like it's out to kill me, and I suspect it's gonna keep doing that for a While. 8) Anyway time for my post-yugioh spinoff watch tradition of typing up my thoughts in a little (big) retrospective so so LEMME GET STARTED!! I SET MY MONSTERS IN THE LINK ARROWS TO MANIFEST MY CIRCUIT!!!!! LINK IT TO THE VRAINS BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!

[as always, for this anime from almost 10 (?!?!) years ago]

ok i can't talk about VRAINS without talking about the. circumstances surrounding my life while I was watching it. if i may be a bit emotional and Real Talk for a moment. tw talking about loss of a parent, but I started watching vrains in mid-October, a few weeks before my dad would pass away in early November. And then I finished watching it last Sunday, a few days before my family would scatter my dad's ashes at sea on April 24th. And let me tell you it is almost downright hysterical just how About Grief (especially Familial Grief) vrains is. I kept jokingly calling it "truly Such a yugioh to watch for someone whose dad just died"--literally why are there THREE. THREE!!!!! DEAD DAD/PARENT PLOTLINES GOING ON WITH CHARACTERS IN THIS SHOW. THREE!!!! FUCKING GOD LMAO. like it's not the first yugioh to be About grief but jesus mary and joseph the way grief, loss, the idea of preserving the memory of those we love and how they can live on in our hearts forever, the way all of that is so intrinsically baked into vrains and the way it tells its story is A) genuinely so moving and sweet and also B.) ABSOLUTELY INSANE TO EXPERIENCE GIVEN HOW THINGS HAVE BEEN GOING FOR ME THESE LAST FEW MONTHS. SLASH POS. SLASH LOTS OF LOVE

all that to say yugioh vrains is just so "i experienced this piece of media at the exact transitional period of my life where i needed it most," and that's going to be special forever for me. the effect it's already having on me is of a magnitude i can't even fathom yet. it's going to sit with me for years. IT'S GOOD. IT'S REALLY FUCKIN GOOD. This yugioh made me bawl my eyes out like three different times over the way it shares themes of how grief and trauma can puss you to extremes,and how keeping close the bonds we have with each other, even when the people we care about have to go to away, is so so crucial and helps us move forward. There is love and there is loss in every inch of this fucking yugioh and it's incredible, I see why it's such a beloved series. I KNOW NOW. I SEE THE PEAK. I FEEL IT.

I do also absolutely see why it seems like a lot of people hold this as one of if not The most "serious" yugioh. And I get it! It handles some really fuckin grim, heavy topics (most all of them really remarkably well and gracefully!) BUT ALSO. I GOTTA SAY. THIS YUGIOH IS SO FUCKING FUNNY. AND SO GOOFY. AND SO RIDICULOUS. AND THATS AN INTEGRAL PART OF THE EXPERIENCE FOR ME. I watched the dub primarily as I usually do (+ all of s3 subbed and some other eps subbed) but let's be real the original is hilarious too. You get your 18 episodes of Ai being one of the most tragic, miserable saddest yugioh villains of all time but before then and even during it he is so STUPID. SLASH POS. HE'S BOUNCING AROUND BEING AN ANNOYING LITTLE FUNNYMAN LOONEY TUNE AND IT RULES. I WILL NOT STAND FOR VRAINS COMEDY ERASURE. the comedy makes the heavy shit hit even harder!!! FROG AND PIGEON ROCK YOUR WHOLE WORLD.

also, re: the dub. again i know im dubliker3000 im always hyping up the dubs but vrains miiiight be my favorite of all of them, alongside the arc-v dub. YES it didnt translate the end of yusaku and ai's duel maybe the best it could have, but being completely real it's still a perfectly serviceable ending (i actually like the very VERY end of vrains more with the dub version--yusaku reiterating that he'll do whatever it takes to find his friend is SWEET and i LIKE IT) and writing off the whole dub because of it is really silly. it is not NEARLY as bad as the way some people act 😭 there's something really particular about like...the way characters talk and word things in the vrains dub that I just really like. characters joke around a lot of course but they also talk in this very This Feels Like How People Talk IRL way to me and it's so engaging. it's very believable is a way i'd put it. idk maybe it's just that I watch a lot of live action comedy shows but some vrains dub dialogue would slot in so perfectly in one of those and i love that lol ALSO THE DUB PERFORMANCES JUST RULE. DUB WINDY YOURE EVERYTHING TO ME.

OK oh my god im rambling already lmao--let's break it down in my little subsections I like to do in these posts!!

Stuff I Didn't Like: Gotta say, there isn't a Whole lot that I just straight up don't like in vrains, but also. oh my fucking god. why does this series hate women so much DFHGSYDFGY IM SORRRYYY BUT IT'S SO ROUGH. ARC-V HAD THE BAR ON THE FLOOR RE: YUGIOH GIRLS AND SOMETIMES VRAINS JUST STARTS DIGGING.INTO THE BEDROCK. vrains only has like 5 women of note in it and all of them end up experiencing some sort of horrible fate at one time or another (except Hiyami maybe???!? shes too busy wanting to fuck akira i guess) AND IT'S JUST SO..... MAN. the world if VRAINS liked aoiskye more. she's so cool and theyre constantly putting her through the most horrifying experiences imaginable for the entire run of the series. they fucking mind control virus'd her by like episode EIGHT. THEY DID THIS SHIT TO HER

AND DONT GET ME STARTED ON POOR MIYU. FUCKING INSANE THAT THE LOST INCIDENT IMPACTED SIX KIDS BUT ONLY HALF OF THEM GOT TO LIKE. ACTUALLY BE CHARACTERS. JIN FANS NEED FINANCIAL COMPENSATION. big deranged smile...it's fine.... i'll fix it myself...gripping my Windy Kid character concept/design so tight in my fist......

IT'S LIKE. vrains has SUCH cool characters and concepts but you can really feel the pacing crunch on some of them it's a dead horse at this point but this show had 120 episodes and LIKE EIGHT OF THEM ARE RECAP EPISODES. IT'S LIKE YOU CAN FEEL THE STRUGGLE THROUGH THE SCREEN.It is a goddamn MIRACLE that this show made it to air and was cohesive At All with the all the stories of production issues I keep hearing about it.

HM. what else did i actually dislike......oh right lol it's not really a Major general dislike and more me exaggerating as a bit but it's hysterical that multiple people were like "ohhh Spectre's gonna be a Danaguy" and then the second he started dueling I couldnt stand him and wanted to beat him to death with a golf club JHDFHGYUYDF SORRY TO EVERYONE HE'S JUST SO FUNNY TO RAG ON. unfortunately the way he treats skye makes my skin crawl and not even in a cool way. MY FRIEND CALLED HIM "INDUSTRY PLANT DANABAIT" AND SHE'S RIGHT. he's like baby's first yugioh weirdguy. he's a chat-gpt generated danaguy. he's a government danaguy psyop. he's We Have Yuri Arc-V At Home.hes FINE i just like him only in the hyperspecific read i have on his dynamic with revolver. WHY IS HE THE SINGLE MOST INCONSISTENTLY DRAWN YUGIOH CHARACTER. I DONT LIKE LOOKING AT HIM. GET HIM OUT OF MY HOUSE.HORRIBLE WHITE BOY. SLASH NEG

OK. ok. ok. im calm sorry about that aside. ACTUALLY. WAIT. ONE MORE THING i wish with my whole heart that Soltis Ai still sounded like a shrill little funnyguy IT'S SO SAD THAT HE DOESNT!!! IN THE DUB ESPECIALLY!!! I LIKE HIM BUT HE SHOULD BE ON THAT DUB!MARIK SHIT. POUNDS MY FIST ON THE TABLE. ALAS. L for enjoyers of when yugioh characters sound Fucking Annoying 💔

OK IM DONE. THAT LEADS REALLY WELL INTO TALKING ABOUT VRAINS' CAST, THOUGH. SO.....

Favorite Characters: im saying this with so much genuine love in my heart: it's so funny that i had like a solid half dozen people hedging their bets on either Spectre or Ryoken being the vrains guys to Do Me In and then I watched the show and instead I got the needle blown clean off the Danaguy Meter by THESE FUCKING THINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HOW COME NONE OF THE DEAD DADS IN VRAINS MAD ME CRY NEARLY AS HARD AS FLAME THE LITTLE 🔥🤓☝ FUNNYGUY DID. WHAT'S UP WITH THAT. THIS GUMBY SHIT IS SERIOUS

sniffles. i love the Ignis a perfectly normal amount. im so enamored with their interpersonal complexities. All of their decks are crazy cool. I love their funky elemental noises they make in the sub when theyre moving, I LOVE THEIR DUB VOICES, SO SO MUCH. theyre just so fantastic. everything a goddamn ordeal in area family. bonzi buddy polycule born from traumatized six year olds and their brainwaves.. I love that I spent the entire series wondering what was gonna be the spark that sends Ai over the edge into becoming the s3 villain and the answer literally is "his whole family died and he's going mad with loneliness and grief" YEAH SURE I'LL BE FUCKING NORMAL ABOUT IT!!! WHAT THE FUCKKKKKK. THESE GUYS GONNA HAVE ME SLAMMING MY HEAD INTO THE WALL FOR MONTHS. WHEN I DESIGN SOLTIS FORMS FOR THE OTHER FIVE IT'S OVER FOR YOU GUYS

but of course even among the six of em i WILL play favorites. I have a feeling Flame and Lightning and Ai too maybe will have a delayed effect on me and will have me going insane over the summer but for now let the record show my absolute tippy top fav is MY STUPID FREAKLET ONE-EYED EAR OF CORN.

WINDY HAD ME BY THE THROAT FROM HIS DEBUT EPISODE. HE'S PLAYING DANA BINGO TO FUCKING WIN. what do you mean he talks with the insane winding cadence of a donald trump speech at 1.75x speed in the dub and nobody has noticed this before. what do you mean he got his original personality mangled and reprogrammed into a violent dangerous little freak. what do you MEAN he almost DIES and loses an eye from a computer virus. WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE COMMITTED A VEHICULAR MURDER. WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE COMES BACK AS A HORRIFYING GOO MONSTER JUST TO TRY AND KILL SOMEONE ONLY TO DIE HORRIBLY ONCE AND FOR ALL AND ALL OF THAT WAS LIKE THREE MINUTES IN THE MIDDLE OF AN UNRELATED EPISODE!!!!!!!!!!! EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM IS INSANE. AND FOR MEEEEEEEEEEEE I LOVE YOU WINDYYYY 🌽🌽🌽🌽🌪️🌪️🌪️🌪️

ANYWAY. ANYWAY. ASIDE FROM THE MICROSOFT CLIPPY GANG vrains cast is so fuckin solid, man, it's hard for me to pick top favs from the non-goober cast. It's mega basic but I love Soulburner, I'm a sucker for fire-motif characters, he's just a sweet kid and his dynamic with Flame makes me cry my eyes out. AND I LOVE YUSAKU TOO one of my biggest fears going into vrains was that i wasnt gonna click with him as a yutag, since he isn't as Big Personalityed as guys like Jaden or Yuya, and I also was on the fence about him based on his dinks lines, but actually seeing him in show? god hes so fucking COOL. HE WAS SO BRAVE AND SO LOYAL AND SO AUTISTIC AND SO WONDERFULLY WRITTEN. you couldnt ask for a better protag with this show!!!! Or a better rival, ryokenvarisrevolverGUN does kick ass on like every level.

I also love the amount of VRAINS characters who are either A.) Just Some Guy, B.) Some Grownass Adult With a Job, or C.) Both. it's fucking awesome. Kolter and Akira and Emma are some of the realest ones alive. Shiima is so FUNNYYYYYY. and well nobody else likes him but I think Blood Shepherd is fucking hysterical and his aura is off the charts. Grownass 30something cowboy AND he's got crazy sibling drama. Don't worry Kenneth I'LL like you (also that's my dad's name, another little insane thing in the 'vrains came to me when i needed it most' jar)

ough im not even gonna bother ranking my top 5 characters in this show yet. i need to mull on it more. I WILL say special shout out to Bohman and Harlin/Hal because theyre going to make me fucking insane if I think about them anymore. AND THEY WERE EVEN YUGIOH SIBLINGS. GOOD GOD.

Favorite Season/Arc:.MOOOOMMMMMMM IT HAPPENED AGAIN.

like. it's so funny to me that the shit that happened with 5ds when i watched it (enjoyed the first season, but the second half/season made me absolutely frothing rabid dog crazy) happened AGAIN with vrains. I DONT KNOW WHY. I CANT EVEN FIGURE OUT WHAT IT IS THAT MADE SEASON 1 NOT CLICK AS MUCH FOR ME!!! i liked it a lot, it's absolutely some of the best yugioh, it has one of my all time fav duels in it!!! but then. well. season 2 rolls up and just starts kicking my ass right out the gate. AND THEN SEASON 3 ALSO STARTS KICKING MY ASS. AND THEN IM DEAD ON THE FLOOR.

seriously props to this beleaguered production team, they really make those last 17 episodes BITE. .the grief IS endless and you WILL feel it. I wish the season could have been longer to really explore some of the intricacies floating around in there more, maybe do some more stuff with the other higherups at Soltec/those fucking shareholders, but man they really make the most of the hand theyve been dealt.

but yeah Season 2 is my favorite im so fucking sorry i promise im not setting out to latch onto the least enjoyed parts of a yugioh every time they just keep cramming all the danabait back here. every introduced character this season I'm hooting and hollering over. Theyre getting thick in the weeds of what it means to be alive and it rules. Windy blast. Lightning is building Jesus Christ in Garry's Mod and well I simply can't be normal about it. That stretch from ep 68 to ep 80 or so is like the most insaneo dana psyche blast in a yugioh since the Ark Cradle. The Yellow Dog Run. They Killed Earth and Crafted His Corpse Onto Gore's Brain. OH WELL OK!!!! Also the season finale made me cry so goddamn hard. bobcat (grief themes) got you.

Favorite Duel: This is actually a hard question; I always like thinking about my favorite dues in a ygo beyond just my first favorite, but with VRAINS' it starts to get tough to single out individual duels I like beyond. Two In Particular.

First up, i fucking LOVE the Playmaker vs. Akira duel in season 1. This is, gun to my head, absolutely my favorite vrains duel. The setting's cool, the monsters are cool (Tindangles one of the sickest archetypes I've ever SEEN), you get clobbered by the Lost Incident lore and Yusaku gets MAD mad and it goes hard as hell. AND THAT SHIT YUSAKU DOES. WHERE HE SPECIFICALLY LETS THE DUEL PLAY OUT LONGER THAN HE NEEDED TO JUST TO KEEP THE MONSTERS REPRESENTATIVE OF AKIRA AND SKYE'S BOND OUT OF THE GY. MAKES ME CRAZYYYYYYY thats one of the most moving things ive ever seen in a yugioh duel!!!! i dont ever wanna hear people say yusaku doesnt care about people EVER AGAIN!!!

And secondly, to absolutely nobody's surprise, the Revolver vs. Windy duel makes me start spinning around and barking and doing flips and shit. It's got EVERYTHING. Windy being a little freaklet, his crazy ass airships, Revolver rolling up in his kickass s2 fit and busting out a GODDAMN SYNCHRO SUMMON!!!! WINDY ALMOST DYING IN ONE OF THE MOST HORRIFIC CIRCUMSTANCES IVE SEEN IN A YUGIOH. WINDY AND LIGHTNING'S WEIRD GAY THING THATS MAYBE BURNING A HOLE IN MY BRAIN A LITTLE. THEY MADE THIS ONE IN A LAB TO BLOW UP MY BRAIN. it's also just a really fun duel, I love that they keep passing Magic Cylinder back and forth like a blunt. Borreload Savage Dragon also shreds harder than hell we all know but I'll say it again.

Beyond those, it's like... I genuinely really enjoy most All of the other duels in the show (except like. some of the filler duels and the times poor Skye loses -___- MOST OF THE TIME FOR NO GODDAMN REASON. her duel with bohman can stay because it does crack my skull in a little but it's on THIN FUCKING ICE!!!!) They're just really fun to watch, stuff like the Speed Duels adds an engaging new dimension to how duels unfold and tons of decks in VRAINS are just Fuckin' Cool. Runner-up duels I would maybe slot into my favorites tier include the absolutely agonizing (/pos) Kolter vs Playmaker duel, Revolver vs. Soulburner (DUEL THAT MADE ME CRY BIG AND A LOT) and uhhhh Soulburner vs Bohman........ . .. .... it's not a Good duel like. like At All. but Random Windy Event in the middle of it was so catastrophic to my ecosystem it earns my favor ❤

Other Miscellaneous VRAINS Gushing and Howling: UGH. GOD. IT'S JUST REALLY GOOD. IT'S REALLY GOOD AND IT MADE ME CRY SO MUCH MORE THAN I EVER EXPECTED IT TO. I'd always been a bit wary that VRAINS wasnt gonna do much for me in the grand scheme of yugiohs--i cant even say why??!? maybe just me being stubborn??!??! EITHER WAY. ANYWAY. it took a minute for it to really catch me in its claws but it GRABBED ME. AND DID NOT LET GO. after arc-v it is fucking crazy to see a yugioh that actually Delivers and Earns its themes and messages. EVERY TIME THE YUGIOH IS ABOUT THE BONDS WE HAVE WITH EACH OTHER I FEEL IT IN MY CHEST. BUT THIS TIME ESPECIALLY. TRULY ALL WE HAVE IS OUR LOVED ONES. EVEN WHEN THEYRE GONE, THEYRE NEVER GONE FOREVER

^i liked both the dub and sub of the last episode in equal measure but i WILL say the sub one made me cry more. the montage of all the families and friendships in this damn show got me good

I definitely think I watched the last season of VRAINS a Particularly insane way (dub first, then immediately followed by 1.8x-2x speed sub version) but honestly it was the perfect way for me to experience it and i'm not kidding--VRAINS' dub AND sub compliment each other, both bring their own little details to the table that for s3 just help paint this even more nuanced, complex picture of the Absolutely Endless Abyss of Grief and Sadness Happening in There. Should you watch yugioh this way? PROBABLY NOT. BUT ALSO IF YOU CRAZY LIKE ME GO FOR IT IT MAY DO SOMETHING TO YOU !

ouughgh also ALSO!!!! i LOVE just how true it is that duel links VRAINS world really does pick up where the show leaves off, and i cant WAIT to go back and reread vrains world events now that I know the characters and the story better. IT'S SO CRAZY COOL THAT DUEL LINKS INHERENTLY CARRIES THE TORCH OF VRAINS THEMES OF MEMORIES, HOW THEY LITERALLY CAN MAKE THE DEAD LIVE AGAIN. GUGHGH IT MAKES MY DUEL LINKS LORE SCHOLAR ASS GO BANANASSSSS

also when they put windy and lightning in dinks im gonna be SO annoying thats a threat and a promise<33

just. AUGH. MAN. VRAINS!!!! im so so glad i watched this when i did, maybe i'm booboo the fool finding genuine comfort and solace in the funny card game children's cartoon but between this and the yuri duel links event yugioh has really been helping hold my psyche together in the wake of losing my dad. vrains is POTENT and I fucking love it. Those showrunners were apparently going through all the levels of Dante's hell trying to bring this show to life and for all their struggles the end result pops off pretty fuckin hard. I'm so excited for it to sink further into my bloodstream in the coming months. The grief may be endless but so is the love. I cannot fucking believe they had to put the Funny Roomba Robot down like a sick dog and well we just all have to be cool with it. sniff. it's fine.

I love your Yugioh VRAINS..... I love Yusaku and Kolter's friendship, I love the goofy dub sandwich vs. taco hotdog running gag, it feels just SO 'stupid unfunny bit two friends would take to the grave' and it's perfect. I love Ryoken's absolutely hilarious character trait that he keeps running fucking boomer traps that havent been relevant since 2006. I love his deck full of the fucking ugliest dragons I've ever seen in my life. slash POS. I love the Gore, everything about him, what if the Rock played a fuckign trading card game--it's fucked up what happened to him in s2 but i DO admit 'they stitched a dead Ignis into his brain chip' Makes Me a Little Sick in the Head, SO. YOU WIN THIS ROUND YUGIOH. I LOVE GOUKIS. I LOVE DINOWRESTLERS. I LOVE STORMRIDERS. I love love LOVE how absolutely raw as hell extra deck summons go in this series, ESPECIALLY the legacy mechanics--Synchro and Xyz summons in this hype me the FUCK up!!! I love how ridiculously cartoonishly evil Soltec is, I wish we got to see them more as an antagonistic force. At least got Queen tho. RIP Magnum Cuntquake i wont forget you.

I love Ai and Yusaku's dynamic, I love that Ai just Says Shit and yusaku doesnt say a goddamn thing. Ai might be my favorite 'yutag duel partner' character, thinking about it.... what can i say i love a character who's nonstop annoying AND sad :,) I love all the different flavors of Yugioh Siblings we get in this one, with halfsiblings and stepsiblings and 'regular' siblings and more--I like them all!!! I love that technically like half the action in this show takes place inside a hot dog food truck. I love the data storms, fuck it, ride the cyberspace tornado and pull a duel monster out of it NOW!!!! I love Ryoken's stupid yacht that becomes a key location in season 2. I love the Harlin vs Blue Maiden duel episode for just completely smashing my kneecaps in with this fucked up and miserable AI 'family.' I love Flame's insistence on sharing the meaning of his name literally every possible opportunity he can get. I love all the different ways characters announce that they're creating their circuit when link summoning. I love the back half of the Yusaku vs. Bohman duel, when Flame tells Ai the Ignis will live on in his heart and Darkfluid gets summoned and me well I'm just a puddle of tears on the floor.

ok I'm officially outta steam I can barely read my screen <-- *doesnt have her contacts in* thank you for everything VRAINS you are in fact peak. ask your parent's permission before going online and meeting a little elemental booger made from your trauma. peace on earth my final message GOODBYE.

I LOVE YUGIOH!!!!!!!!!!!

[mattsrod]

- ; CHRIS STURNIOLO ; -

' experimenting ' - requested.

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- ; warnings - use of toys, plot(?), smut, established relationships , mutual masturbation,

- ; 11:13 am

you and chris left the house early this morning before matt and nick had even opened their eyes.

usually, you and chris would sleep later than them considering the nights you had together.

but no, last night you two went to sleep extremely early as your morning plans would require you to.

because in the afternoon while you were at work you received a text from your boyfriend.

and this lead to where you are now.

in a sex shop.

in downtown LA.

at 11:30 in the morning.

- ; 11:28 am

"chris if you get a boner from those sex dolls we are leaving."

"too late."

although he was joking, you still shot him a look.

but he didnt look back.

instead, he was looking at the large array of vibrators infront of you two.

"what are you thinking?" he asked, looking at you attentively.

"of you fucking me with one of these." you turned your head and looked up at him innocently.

"i meant what kind of vibrator are you thinking of getting dumb a-"

"is there anything in specific you two are looking for?" a voice chimed in before chris could finish his retort.

it was a store employee with purple hair and a face adorned with peircings whose name tag read "sapphire"

"im just looking for something to make my girl feel good." chris answered way too casually.

you again, shot him a look, but his eyes were locked onto 'sapphire'

"well, we have a lot of that here!" she laughed awkwardly.

you cracked a smile back.

chris stayed expressionless before saying, "well do you recommend anything for first timers?"

how the fuck is he so casual about this? you thought.

"i think i have just the thing! its on the pricier side.. so let me know if you want something cheaper!"

sapphire then walked to the back of the store where you heard the rustling of boxes.

"damn that bitch talks a lot." you whispered

chris giggled at your remark before the purple haired girl came back with a fairly large box labled: inspiring vibrating wand: powerful vibrations

the box was about a foot tall with a long black well, wand, on the front. it had a bright orange label that had '149.99' on it.

intimated by the large thing, you looked at chris, who was smirking and shaking his head in delight.

"we'll take it." he said like he had done this a million times before.

"alright, perfect! meet me over at the register." sapphire walked over to the counter.

"chris!" you whispered sharply. "thats too expensive!"

you tugged on his hoodie to prevent him from waking over to the counter.

he stopped walking and turned around"hey, anything to make my girl feel good, alright?"

you couldn't help it but get red in the face at this.

you obliged and followed him to the register, thinking about what was to come.

- ; 11:44 am

the ride home was excruciating.

you pressed your thighs together as you thought of how your new item would be used.

"you alright, baby?" chris put his hand on your thigh, not taking his eyes off of the road.

you squirmed impatiently under his touch

"i might have to you the wand on you right when you get home, huh?"

-; 12:00 pm

you entered chris's room and sat on his bed.

chris walked in a few moments later, the box in hand.

he immediately sat down next to you and started opening it up.

he pulled out an instruction manual first, "damn they have a whole instruction manual for this bitch? maybe we shouldve gotten something different.."

you laughed. "it's probably just how to clean it or some shit."

"oh, then we will definitely need that." he looked up at you and smiled, gaining an ego boost after saying that.

you smacked his hand playfully.

then he took out the wand and clicked the button to the highest setting.

the head of it wirred loudly, which startled the both of you.

chris quickly turned it off and laughed, he tried to pretend he wasn't thinking about overstimulating your dripping cunt with it.

but, his manhood gave him away.

"we might just have to use this now." chris said playfully as he discarded the box onto the floor, leaving 6 inches between you and chris.

"but chris" you were cut off by a sloppy kiss on the lips from chris.

he pushed you down on the bed hovering over you, kissing you.

when you finally caught your breath you spoke, "what if matt and nick hear?"

"pfft. they wont be up for at least another 2 hours."

you giggled and resumed sloppily kissing.

lips still interlocked, chris moved to the side so you could take your sweatpants off, and you did the same for him.

the kiss lasted a few more minutes before chris could bear it anymore, and he took his boxers off.

you broke the kiss so you could look at his soaking member.

he stroked it a few times before picking up the wand.

you swallowed, it burned.

he turned it on the second lowest setting and pressed it against your cunt.

"mmh.." you let out a small moan in response.

chris moved the vibrator up and down your clothed pussy.

his cock twitched as he could visibly see how turned on you were by this.

and although you were extremely stimulated by the wand, his aching cock didnt go unnoticed by you.

you grabbed the wand from chris's hand, signaling for him to take off your panties.

he happily obliged to this, taking them off with his teeth, which grazed you as he did so.

he lowered his tounge down onto your pussy, licking it.

you shuddered.

he licked your pussy again, this time with more strength.

he licked again and again and again until he couldnt help himself from sucking.

you moaned loudly.

your hand was getting sore from holding the vibrator, so you brought it down and rested it against chris's leaking tip.

"fuck." he moaned into your pussy, sending vibrations up your core.

this went on for a few more moments until chris's hips started to shudder, and your breathing became more rapid.

chris sat up, taking the vibrator off of its resting place on his dick, and bringing it up to your pussy.

he stroked his cock at the sight of your cunt, and you convulsing.

as much as you were enjoying this, you still wanted to help chris, so you grabbed the base of his cock and moved his own hand off of it, jerking him off.

"oh yeah baby- fuck- just like that" he moaned out as the pace of your strokes increased, focusing on his tip.

you could tell he was getting close.

with he free hand he stuck two fingers into your pussy. curling them perfectly and they explored you.

but with the sight of your boyfriend jerking into your hand, vibrator which was now at the highest setting assaulting your cunt, the feeling you knew all too well crept up on you sooner than expected.

"fuck- chris im cumming!" you screamed, the pleasure washed over your whole body in waves.

you came all over his fingers, the movement of your hand on his cock become sloppy.

this was enough for chris to let out a long moan "shit- me too-"

he came all over your cunt, and the vibrator.

your breathing, although heavy, became synchronized with his.

"i guess we are gonna need that cleaning manual huh?"

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i have no fucken clue where i got this motivation to write so.. this took me like an hour tff😱

[veryberryjelly]

stupid stairs

tara carpenter x fem!reader

prompt : them holding your sides for better support ( set after scream 5 but before scream 6 )

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

after tara broke her leg she began relying on you a lot, much to her chagrin.

it took a lot more energy for her to do simple things like walk to the kitchen for a glass of water or grab a sweater from her bedroom because she was cold.

so you took it upon yourself to help her out. even if every time you did she begged you not to and that she could do it herself.

you let it slide the first few times, but after she slipped on a shirt in the hall trying to grab a phone charger, you didn't even give her the chance to again.

you couldn't stand to see her hurting, especially when you could do something about it.

8 weeks she was stuck in that boot.

8 weeks of her not being able to do anything without dragging her foot along the floor.

so when the cast finally came off she was desperate to run and jump, but the doctor informed her that she should still take it easy for two or three days.

so when you got home, you helped her inside and convinced her to just lay in bed and watch some movies.

you started off with a comedy you had both seen before but still chuckled every couple of minutes.

" i'm gonna make some tea, do you want anything ?" tara asked as she shuffled to the edge of the bed.

" i can do that, b- "

" sweetheart, i love that you care about me, and i am very appreciative of everything that you've done over the last 8 weeks. but the boot is gone. i am capable of going down to the kitchen to make some tea. " her tone was almost comforting in the way she assured you she would be fine.

" fine, just be careful, please " you asked as she eased herself up and off the bed, limping slightly as she walked to the bedroom door.

you knew that you had to trust her, but there was a nagging feeling in the back of your mind.

your anxious thought were disturbed when you heard your name being called from the bottom of the stairs.

you had never leapt out of bed faster, speeding down the stairs to find tara sat at the bottom with one of her hands clutching the bannister.

you didnt say anything, not wanting her to think you were gloating as she was in pain on the floor.

you walked over to stand infront of her, offering your hands to pull her from the ground.

" my leg buckled under me. only fell a couple steps " she explained, her hands holding onto your waist to keep herself from falling again.

" are you okay ?" you questioned softly, your hand lifting to brush some misplaced hairs from her face.

she nodded simply.

" could you make me a tea ?" she questioned, causing you to smile and press a kiss onto her forehead.

" of course, baby "

[sleepybugeyes]

I read through all of Elias/Jonah's dialogue (as you do) plus some relistening and mentions of him, so here's a big list of some fun things and behaviors I noted!

I thought he made a lot of eye puns/jokes, but he only does it once in mag161, however he does enjoy making jokes. "Creativity never was their forte." from mag80, "You want my account? My sworn testimony? My statement?" from 82, "If you die, I’m afraid you probably won’t be able to claim your expenses." in 116 and "I only have two eyes, after all." in 120. no one ever laughs at his jokes only he finds them amusing

His last words telling Jon a sarcastic or mocking "good luck" are mirrored earlier as he also tells Basira good luck the last time he sees her, and Martin, as he's getting arrested

He loves gloating. "I forget how new you all are to this." from mag92, "Coffee is not as good for disguising tastes as you might think." in 98, "She’s hoping that even if I see it coming she’ll still be able to overpower me. She’s wrong, of course," in 102, "A masterpiece, isn’t it?" abt his panopticon in 158 and of course his whole monologue in 160

He does his budgeting on tuesdays and his scheduling on wednesdays

He also likes getting lost in work

in mag40 he makes up proper incompetency (said he didnt know how the fire system works, while he later admits he was actively waiting) just that once, but more so he acts like he doesnt get the full picture (doesnt know whats in the tunnels, whats strange about the institute) or acts too late and apologises (not stepping into jon's stalking behaviour). Which makes me think he is quite fine letting people think less of him but unless he has something to hide hes not actively looking to give the impression

in mag92 elias slides the papers for basira across his desk, but you don't hear him take them out before, meaning he prepared and got ready for this before he called the police

in general he's a very preparing man, Lukas steps in when Elias is arrested so has has control over who'd run it. in mag118 he says he prepared something to hurt martin (my speculation is that he likely has some trauma that could hurt you prepared for any person that could cross him, just in case he needs it). When he gets arrested he has something prepared so he doesnt get killed and ofc s1-4 is preparing Jon for his grand ritual

Elias admits the idea for his ritual kinda fell into place after Getrude didnt do anything about the people's church in march 2015. He shot Getrude and appointed Jon shortly after so "when you came to me already marked by the Web, I knew it had to be you." is pure dramatics as Jon was hired 4 years prior

also he got his ritual in 2018 so he managed to acomplish his life's goal in only 3 years, love his grindset 🔥

We never get a number for how many people Elias has killed in his ritual, the real life millbank has held over 1000 people at once, but id imagine his one panopticon held less than a whole complex

its really interesting to me in mag92 that hes SO sure they all know he's talking to them of his own free will. is he just that dead set on being in control or making sure they take no credit for his confession

there is a clock in Elias' office (but it's only heard in mag98)

He has killed people but Elias is very much not a blood thirsty person. Getrude and Peter are both surprised when he results to that. He's very much just ruthless and does not care, if to get his way he has to kill someone. It doesnt seem like he's ever happy to do so, maybe this is a quirk of being eye aligned and getting rid of any type of knowledge is painful (he does for example never want Tim to die at the Unknowing), or he just finds covering those murders up a hassle

for the Unknowing Elias books them all hotel rooms, how thoughtful

something cute to me that Jon was too good at the Eye that Elias couldnt meet him face to face post coma

In mag158 he implies that even Institute employees not in the archives are tied to it, at least enough that they could suffer or die if it burned down

between finding other people just as tools to watch and discard and saying empathy holds you back he was definitely a very very lonely man

He is a very breathy person. He sounds breathy when he talks. He takes deep breaths to ready himself and before he uses his powers. And he often breathes through his nose before speaking or during pauses

He has said Jon's name 62 times, only twice calling him "Jonathan" and called him archivist 25 times (24 in the mag120 statement, 1 in mag138 and 1 in mag161)(he also kinda calls him The Archive in 160)

other fun amount of words: know (65 times), see (42), martin (35), detective (20), eyes (20) and eye (9), afraid (9) and "bullshit" (1)

its still insane to me they added all of those sound effects of Elias' cuffs in prison, thats something fun to appreciate. It also means its canon he gestures quite a bit!