#me catering to their needs and complaints and bad days

[kinardsboy]

This has been sitting on my mind a lot lately but it seems extra relevant now with the way Tommy and by extension Lou has been criticized for acting “too gay” in ep 5. And while yes, I will agree Tommy acted slightly different in ep 5, it has absolutely everything to do with Lou’s incredible acting choices to play Tommy differently when he is around people he deems as “safe” which is much better explained in this amazing post here <-

All these complains are doing is just yet again exposing buddies as homophobes who are, at the end of the day. Uncomfortable with real queerness being shown infront of them. Of course we already knew this with how they react to Buck and Tommy kissing and god forbid flirting especially if it has sexual implications like the daddy kink scene.

They can’t possibly fathom their precious uwu baby Buck would be sexual with another man so they spin and twist it however they can to make it out to be, “NO! You see! Tommy started the flirting! Tommy is just an insatiable horny gay man! He only wants sex! Like most of them do!���

Which is again spewing homophobic rhetoric, who wouldve guessed thats what they immediately turn to?

I now have something probably controversial to say but oh well, im going to say it anyway.

A good many of these shippers would be deeply uncomfortable with Buddie actually becoming canon, because they would be nothing like their fanfic. They don’t want to see two men in a relationship, they want to see Eddie in a relationship with the character they project themselves onto.

There are so many examples of this but perhaps the biggest being the way Buck is made out to be the “woman” in the relationship and especially how he is made to be the “mom”

Buck and Tommy’s relationship 1st does not have any children involved so there are no gendered roles to be assigned (even though if there was.. theyd just both be a dad), they are both beefy and the same height, which is what people usually use to decide “top” and “bottom” but again since there is little physical difference between them, they cannot do this, which only adds to their uncomfortableness.

Furthermore, I would go as far to say that Buddie shippers dont actually like Buck.

A while back a shipper posted this analysis of Buddie, that essentially reduces Buck to a dog. A pet. Only to be let out of the bedroom to cook and take care of Chris, otherwise he’s meant only for Eddie’s pleasure.

Which, disgusting. But the thing that stood out most to me was how Tommy was criticized for

letting Buck be himself. For accepting and loving him flaws and all. For not trying to change anything, or “train” the bad out of him

While Eddie was the “trainer” in that scenario, that had to train the bad out of Buck in order for him to be acceptable.

And thats the funny thing isnt it? Buddie shippers have to completely warp and destroy Buck’s character to make him fit their mold of perfect partner for Eddie. They make him out to be this helpless person who can’t even tell Tommy he doesnt want to be called Evan, that needs rescuing from Tommy, that is a “mother figure” to Chris, that his “dream role” would be live in chef and maid for the diaz family..

When none of that is Buck.

Buck is a smart, independent and strong man. He has worked tirelessly on himself to know who he is and what he wants, which right now? Is with Tommy.

Bringing it back to my main point, their complaints of Tommy being more gay and Bucktommy intimacy ultimately just boil down to homophobia plain and simple, seeing real queer representation and not representation that they can specifically twist and cater to themselves through fic, headcanons or gifs, makes them uncomfortable

(could this be why so many of them ignore shows with canon m/m ships for favor of shows with fanon ones that will never actually happen? So they can make these demands for representation then shit on it as soon as they get it because its not fanfic? Its not their fetish specifically catered to them? It actually represents real life queer men who they don’t actually like?)

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for cooking for myself?

I (22F) happen to be a very picky eater, partly due to my autism. I dislike most common food, and when I actually like a certain food, I tend to prefer it to be cooked in a different way than what people usually prefer. For example, most people fry liver just for a few minutes and call it a day, but I like it hard boiled instead and drink its water as soup. Also, I hate salt with a passion, I will avoid eating any food if the salt taste was barely noticeable, and I don't use it at all when I cook.

When I was younger, I would express my disgust clearly when I was offered something I didn't like, I didn't mean it as an insult, that was my way of explaining why I refused to eat it and was mostly met with "if you don't like our cooking then go cook yourself". It was frustrating to me because people insist I eat even when I clearly tell them I don't like it, and take it personally that I don't like it.

Now that I'm older, I stopped criticizing people's cooking and just try a spoonful before I decide whether I want to fill my plate, it doesn't always work though because sometimes they fill my plate for me and I try to eat it in silence if it turns out to be someone I don't like.

Anyway, I hate cooking with a passion and I suck at it, not to mention that my cooking is usually weird and only suits my taste. I also like to experiment a lot and try crazy combinations without a recipe, so sometimes I fail miserably and force myself to eat it because wasting food is immoral.

Whenever someone cooks at home, they always make extra in case anyone wanted to eat. I used to make extra in case anyone wanted to try, but they just taste and leave it, and it's a burden for me to finish all that food myself, because even if I like it, it's boring to eat the same thing for 3 days in a row. It's specially bad when the thing I cook goes bad quickly and I have to eat it in the same day or throw it away. And it's too frustrating when it's a failed dish that taste terrible and I have to suck it up and eat it.

I got yell at a lot for cooking "too much", so I decided to cook only for myself, just one person's portion, but then my family would want to try it, and get mad it's not enough for all of us, and I end up hungry because I have to share what little food I have. Sometimes I'd eat all of it before anyone finds me, but they know I cooked because of the unwashed dishes. My dad (55M) has complained numerous times about the fact I don't cook for them, and tells my mom how upset he is that I don't share. My mom asked me to count my dad at least whenever I cook something, so I started making just a tiny bit of extra food, but he always complains about everything and ends up refusing to eat it most of the times. The main offender is the lack of salt in my cooking, he's always complaining about that, but I just pass the salt for him. He doesn't like it and insists salt needs to be added at the beginning when the food is being cooked for it to taste good, but that would defeat the purpose of me cooking at all. He also complains about all the things I do differently, that my cooking is "wrong" when it's just done the way I like it.

Frustrated with the extra food and complaints about the way I cook, I stopped counting my dad whenever I cooked, sometimes if I could reach out to him before I start cooking, I ask he wants to eat the thing I plan to cook, most of the times he says no and it's a relief because I know he wouldn't like it anyway. If don't asks him and he know I cooked something and didn't count him, he gets upset.

My mother, sister and brother don't act this way, they know they wouldn't like my cooking so they don't ask me to count them, but if there's extra they just taste it from time to time and end up criticizing it to death. My dad is the only one who gets upset that I'm catering to myself, he says it's selfishness on my part, that cooking is meant to be enjoyed by everyone. I DO cook for everyone sometimes when my mom is away, but like I said before, I'm terrible at it and they don't like it either way even if I try to cook the way everyone likes it, and use salt, but nobody wants to eat it anyway and i'm forced to eat all the food because i'm the one who cooked it. My brother (15M) is a self taught gourmet chef and decides to be the one to cook whenever mom isn't home, so I stopped even trying to cook for everyone altogether and only cook for myself whenever I want to.

Tl;dr I have to cook for myself because that's the only way I can get something that caters to my taste, but I'm wrong for not making it edible for other people and for being a terrible cook. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[darbyoakana]

An Overlord's Tail - Chapter 2

An Overlords Tail Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10

Summary: Vox X reader, F/M. Vox shows up at your apartment, wanting you back. Warnings: Fingering, vaginal penetration. This story is 18+, minors can fuck right off.

Other Notes: Enjoy the smut, after Chapter 2 it's going to be a slow burn

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Chapter 2: (Un)wanted Visitor

“Don’t actions speak louder than words?” The hand at your cheek ran its fingers through your hair. His other hand pulled you into him by your waist. Holding your breath, you tensed as he leaned in. You bit your lip. “See, you missed me too.” 

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The next few days weren’t so bad, you had two days left in the imaginary trial period. Charlie was keeping Alastor busy which meant you actually had time to work. Your shoes had remained dry, papers were finally organized. Several of which clearly had dried tears on them. One even had blood. You felt bad for whoever had previously attempted this job. You skimmed through the few existing reports on the computer, catching up on the resident drama. 

You were in the middle of making a list when Alastor’s shadow swatted the cup of pens off your desk, laughing as it darted away. You groaned and rolled your eyes. The shadow itself was proving to be much like a sinister cat, not really causing any serious damage but you wanted to strangle it nonetheless. Could you strangle a shadow? Alastor himself had changed his approach on how to aggravate you. While he was not fond of people touching him or invading his personal space, he seemed to live a life of double standards. Alastor constantly got into people’s personal bubbles. Maybe he thought it bothered you as much as it would bother him? The micromanaging however was getting on your nerves. 

Speaking off, just as you finished up your first resident report, there was Alastor. Face way too close to yours. You turned your head to face him, your noses almost touched. This was the sixth time he’d bothered you today. 

“Good afternoon dear!” 

“Hi. Is there something I can help you with sir?” you asked, trying to keep a professional tone. 

“Just checking on your progress!” 

“Oh, that's actually perfect I have a few things I wanted to run by you!” 

“Is that so? I am all ears!” 

“Well, one of the biggest complaints we’ve had so far is the lack of laundry services. Nifty has been taking care of it but we are starting to get an overwhelming amount of requests. I know Nifty enjoys what she does, so I don’t know if hiring more help in that department is the right call. But I was thinking we might want to consider creating a laundry room where guests can take care of their own laundry, which would take some weight off Nifty’s plate. She’d still take care of the bedding in the rooms, but the residents would be responsible for their own clothes. So in the meantime, I’ve contacted a laundry mat down the street and worked out a deal with them to give our residents a discount for using them.”

“Lovely idea!” 

Alastor was starting to think you might actually be right for this role. In truth, he needed someone with the ability to endure this hotel. While driving people away was fun for him, it did serve a purpose. 

“Secondly, looking at the meal schedule and cost- We are spending a lot on wasted food. And the meal schedule is a bit of a shit show. Relying on guests to sign up isn’t running smoothly. I did find out that the guest in room 310 used to be a chef. I asked him, and he is willing to take care of meals 3 days a week. And with the increase of residents, a continental breakfast would be more efficient. And we could have a simple rotating menu for dinners. I called around and got some quotes on catering services that I can go over with you later.” You whispered the last part.  ”This would also lower the chances of Charlie cooking.”

“Ha Ha!” He squeezed your cheeks in his hand like a grandma would, just much harder. “My my, aren’t you efficient.” 

“Thank you” you mumbled out of your squished mouth.

Overall you felt that things were going pretty well, Alastor wasn’t as aggressive about getting rid of you, and you were proving to be useful. And he had someone new to bother. 5 PM rolled around, and you felt far less exhausted than you did the previous nights. As you were heading out the door- 

“Hey toots, were you not offered residency here at the hotel?” Angel asked, sitting at the bar. 

“I was. I figured it was better to wait until the ‘trial period’ was over before making the commitment.” 

“What trial period?” 

“Haven’t you noticed, Alastor’s been driving anyone away who takes this job,” Husk remarked. “But you seem to be doing alright so far, kid, what’s your secret?” 

“A tortuous six years at VoxTek,” you laughed. 

“Oh shit, I thought you looked familiar! You were Vox’s assistant… and uh… Side piece if I’m not mistaken.” He winked at you.

“That is unfortunately correct.” 

There was that intrusive image of Vox fucking you on his desk again. 

“Oh man, he’s going to shit an absolute brick when he finds out you are working here!” Angel said, amused. 

“Yeah well, whatever, fuck him,” you remarked. 

“So you still miss him huh?” Angel said slyly. If anyone knew anything about toxic codependent relationships with your boss, it was Angel. “It will get easier, promise.” 

“Doing my best to push it out of my mind and focus on other things.”

“Well, I think it’s great you were strong enough to leave and start over. It is very unlikely Vox would show up at the hotel. And HEY- if there's ever a boss that ain’t gonna try to fuck you, it’s Mr. Creepy pants over there.”  He nodded towards Alastor who was talking with Charlie. You couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Good to know. Well, I got to get going guys, see you tomorrow.” 

As you made your way up the stairs to your apartment, you worried. There was no way you’d be paid in time to keep your apartment, even if you were, you were a month behind. Your keys jingled in the lock as you swung the door open. Your apartment was a tiny studio. Empty kitchen, mattress on the floor, nothing to write home about. But tonight there was one thing in your apartment that didn’t belong there. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” There, sitting on your counter was Vox. “Please, let yourself in. Make yourself at home.” 

“Aw come on babe, don’t be like that.”

“And how should I be?” you asked aggressively.

“Are you still mad? Aw, dollface, you know I’m sorry.” He hopped off the counter and walked towards you. “I want you back, come home with me, please?” 

“Fuck off Vox.”

“I promise I’ll make it up to you, I miss you. Plus my new assistant is garrrrrbaaaage.” 

“You are really something, you know that? It’s been three months. Three months I’ve been gone and you haven’t reached out once.” 

“I wanted to give you your space. But don’t you think it’s been long enough, doll?” He pouted. “Plus you need somewhere to live, you’ve-”

“Oh. My. God.” You cut him off. “You bought this building, didn’t you? Just so you could evict me? ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS!?” 

“Just a little motivation, that’s all.” 

“The manipulation never ends with you, does it?” You were wide-eyed, angry.

“Oh please, you want to talk manipulation? You think I wouldn’t find out about your new little job?” He scoffed. “Low blow, babe. Working for Alastor just to get back at me?” 

“I know there is nothing I can say to make you believe otherwise, but not everything is about you. I couldn’t find any other job, I have no idea why but no one else would…..” You paused as it clicked in your mind. You took a deep breath and sighed. “You’ve been sabotaging that too, haven’t you? The hotel was the only job you didn’t have power over.” You started to laugh. “That’s just too brilliant. All your efforts and now I’m the one place you can’t reach me.” 

That pissed him off. Vox pushed you against the wall, you continued to laugh. Vox had become unfamiliar with not getting what he wanted. People went out of their way to please him, including you. But not anymore and he didn’t like it. 

“Quit being a bitch about this. I said I was sorry. If you don’t want to work, that’s fine.” His voice softened. “Babe, I’ll take care of you.” He ran his finger down your cheek. “Come back, please.” 

You were struggling to ignore the wetness between your legs. You were desperate to feel close to someone, you’d been lonely and in truth, missed Vox quite a bit. 

“You can’t talk your way out of this one.” You avoided looking him in the eye.

“Don’t actions speak louder than words?” The hand at your cheek ran its fingers through your hair. His other hand pulled you into him by your waist. Holding your breath, you tensed as he leaned in. You bit your lip. “See, you missed me too.” 

Your brain was screaming, alarms going off. Don’t give in, don’t be weak! But it was too late. Vox’s tongue was exploring your mouth, and the ache in your loins was throbbing. He knew he had you. The hand at your waist drifted down to your thigh, his fingers pushed your panties to the side, sliding between your lips. 

“Fuck, doll, you are so wet right now.” He sunk two fingers into you, and you held his shoulders as you gasped, every muscle clenching. Leaning his screen on your forehead, he whispered. “Mmm fuck, I’ve missed you so much.” 

His fingers moved in and out of you, slowly, as his thumb grazed your clit. You felt the heat rise within your whole body. You’d given in and didn’t care. Things had been difficult, you were exhausted and ate up the idea of forgetting everything for a few moments. You wanted to feel loved more than anything, even though you knew deep down it wasn’t real, it wouldn’t last. Your hand ran down his chest, palm cupping his hard cock under his pants. He moaned softly. His fingers became more aggressive, fueled by need. Your hand fumbled to find his belt, clawing at it, desperately trying to unbuckle it while he pummeled your wet cunt with his claws. 

“You want my cock so bad, don’t you doll?” His free hand whipped the belt off him, and he dropped his slacks to his ankles, freeing his pulsing erection. You gripped his dick in your hand, he moaned as you ran your fingers up and down it slowly. “MMM. You want it, baby? Show me how much you want it.” 

His fingers pulled out of you, leaving you feeling hollow and a smear of wetness between your thighs. You lowered to your knees, licking his engorged head. Licking Vox’s penis was a lot like licking a battery, a light electrical sensation ran through your tongue. He spread his fingers, observing the strings of cum hanging between them, before placing them in his mouth. You were massaging with your tongue when his other hand gripped the back of your head, shoving your face closer to his body. His cock hit the back of your throat with a gag. 

“Uuuhhhmmph! G̷̩̥̪̠̃͂̂͋̕̕ͅŏ̴̢͉̥̘̀̇̑̾̃̋̚̚ḑ̵̝͍̟̼͕̭̯̝̗̯̇͆͗̔��̊͠a̸̧̺̮͕̦͖̝̻͓̠̱͎̻̤̓͒̊͂̿͊͂͋̊̚ͅm̶̳̙̆͆̀̈͆̔n̴̙̲͙͕̅ babe.”

Relaxing your jaw, you let him fuck your face. Tears welled up in the corner of your eyes from suppressing your gags. He pulled your head back to look at the mess he’d made of you. Running his tip over your lips.

“Fuck me, please,” you softly whined.

“Anything for you, babe.”

Still holding a tight grip on your hair, he guided you to your feet before shoving you onto the bed. You laid back, resting on your elbows, legs open. Vox slotted himself between them. He ran his tip up and down between your sopping-wet lips, humming at the sensation. 

“I love it when you look so needy, don’t worry hun, I’m going to make you feel so good.”

You bit your lip in anticipation, laying back fully on the bed. Leaning over you now, in one thrust he inserted the entirety of his shaft into you. You cried out, in both pleasure and pain. He gripped your throat as he relentlessly punished your cunt with his dick. Vox let out a pleasured grunt as your soft tissues clenched around him. The wet slap of his pelvis meeting yours was divine, but it was the cries you made that sent him closer and closer to climax. 

“F̸̛̛̱̤͇̘̬͙̪͌̍͛̔̉̍u̶̪̗̝̅̿̄́̆̉̎͘͠͠ǔ̶̧͖͈̦̺̹͈̳̹͙͉̤̱̍̎̈͗̓̈́͋̓̏ừ̸͉̪̇̈́̌̍̌̂͂̊͒̀̕ç̴̡̲̲̼̠͙̖̺̮̝̻̟̃̉̒̓̑̐́̏͌̎̊͘̚͠ͅc̵̨͔͕̉͑̾͊̇̾͑̒̾̑̋͠ͅk̵̨͙̜̦͔̗͚͊͑…” His screen glitched as he bottomed out, over and over.

"Please..." your eyes rolled up into your head. “Please… Please Vox” 

“You know how much I love it when you beg,” he growled. “I’m going to make you cum so hard, you won't be able to walk.”  

His thrusts became shorter and harder, close to the end. He was holding off his climax the best he could, craving the feeling of you cumming all over his cock. You were close, the build-up was knotting up in you. You knew the neighbors could probably hear you at this point, you no longer had any control over the sounds escaping your slacked-open mouth. And with a jagged gasp, you squirted, riding the waves of orgasm. Vox hissed as the tightening of your walls sucked him into you, filling you with his own release. Your jaw chattered as a small surge of electricity washed over your body with his orgasm. You both remained motionless for a few moments, catching your breaths before he slowly pulled out of you. He collapsed on the bed next to you, you rolled to your side to meet his gaze. 

“You know I’m sorry, right?” his tone was sincere as he cradled your cheek in his hand. 

“I do,” you tried to give him a smile, but the tears were already building in your eyes. “I believe you, that you are sorry. I can even forgive you, eventually. But it doesn’t change what happened.” 

“I can make it up to you, I promise. Please give me the chance.” 

“How can I? You hypnotized me and broke my trust. It makes me question everything.” 

“I know,” he sighed. “It was fucked up of me. I swear I’ll never do it again, we can even make a deal. Just.. come back.. Please.” 

“How many times though? Before I found out?” Vox felt a heaviness in his chest. Guilt ran across his face. “Are my feelings for you even real? Was any of it?” 

The tears were streaming, making a large wet spot on your pillow. 

“We can start over. I know it will take time but let me try to earn your trust again.”

“I’m sorry. But for once you have to live with the consequences of your actions.” You tried to wipe the tears away. 

The look of hurt on his screen was unbearable. It took everything to shove down the burning in your throat. You knew you couldn’t keep the strength to tell him no, not when he looked so pained. 

“I’m sorry Vox. You should go.” Your jaw shook as you let out a sob. You rolled over, turning your back to him. 

You wanted more than anything right now for things to go back the way it was. Blissfully ignorant. The moments when it was just you and Vox, who he was without the other Vs. The late nights, laughing and enjoying each other’s company. The flutters you’d feel from the way he’d glance at you in meetings. But things had become too broken to fix. Your heart ached. 

Vox reached out to touch you and hesitated, he swallowed hard. While, yes, he had made some poor choices. He did miss you, you were his relief from the day. Where he found comfort when Val was being too much. When the pressure of being who he was as an overlord became too heavy. He tried to tell himself otherwise but the cruel reality of it sunk in when you left. The realization that he took you for granted. 

You heard the crackle of electricity and with that Vox was gone. You let go of the strength, and the burning pain flooding up from your chest, exploding. You let out a loud wail. Curling into a ball holding yourself, you blubbered into your pillow. You cried for what felt like forever until you were completely empty and raw. 

Only then did you fall asleep. 

[cheesetalia]

and the crown tumbles down

For @aphcardverse-week's Day 2: You Should See Me In a Crown | coronation | celebration | chosen one

England/America | 959 words | warnings: noncon, major character death

Summary:

Political power lost, shackled to an obnoxious and despicable king, Arthur spirals a bit. But a mind can be a terribly fun thing to lose.

Can be read on the Archive of Our Own or underneath the Readmore:

"You're shit at giving head Artie," Alfred laughs, "but don't worry, you'll get plenty of chances to practice."

Alfred's cock, laying out hard in front of him, is long and thick and veiny, and the strong musk of it makes Arthur want to gag.

His eyes are full of tears as he glares up at Alfred, who's sprawled out on the throne.

He can't believe he's being made to do this.

*****

Later, rinsing his mouth out over and over again with mint water, Arthur plots.

*****

"Chosen king" Arthur's foot. Arthur had ruled the kingdom for over a decade with wisdom and good temper, bringing nothing but peace and prosperity to the people.

And what had it gotten him? Tossed aside, pushed into a submissive position, the minute some idiot yokel with the King's mark had been found. "Thanks for keeping the throne warm, now step aside."

And now there was mass mourning, the streets packed full of citizens wearing black, openly weeping as the funeral procession passed through. All this show over someone who hadn't even ruled a year! Arthur was grateful for the black veil he wore. It hid his features, which were twisted in fury rather than grief.

If they wanted downfall he'd let them have it. A good monarch was sensitive to the wishes of his people.

There was a rational part of his brain that saw the way he was reacting, understood it was illogical, announced this to him, and then was completely ignored. The people had betrayed him, it was that simple.

If they wanted to love Alfred more than him after all he'd done for them, then he was done with bending over backwards to make their lives better.

*****

The order to raise taxes was given out the next morning.

"There will be complaints," Yao warned.

"I don't care," Arthur said.

He was still dressed all in black, albeit trimmed with dark blue, and would be for the next year. He was like a dark shadow on the otherwise bright and glittering throne room, which was all bright blues and shining brass and copper. Arthur didn't mind; dull clothing was a small price to pay to be rid of that oaf Alfred.

"And why are you diverting all the funding from health, education—everything but defense?!" Yao exclaimed.

"It's not the kingdom's responsibility to cater to every individual's whim and need. There are more important things to spend state funds on," Arthur said.

His voice was toneless, empty, but his fingers tapped restlessly against the throne's armrest.

"Perhaps you should hold off on making any major changes right now, your majesty. It's only been a week since King Alfred passed—" Yao tried.

"What does he have to do with it?" Arthur asked, his green eyes boring into Yao.

Yao was taken aback.

The Queen had been...odd, since the King took the throne as co-ruler. And he was only getting stranger now that the King had died. Before, the Queen had seemed to simmer with a smothered anger. Now, the anger was still there, but it was as cold and cleanly cut as a shard of ice.

Yao found it harder and harder to talk to Queen Arthur. Dealing with his fits of temper had been easier when King Alfred was around; then, Yao could just go to the King about things whenever Arthur was in a bad mood.

It was the King who had had the final say anyway.

"Are you trying to preserve his rulings? Don't bother, Yao. He never cared about the finances, unless it was to get funding for some stupid project of his," Arthur said.

"No, that wasn't what I was trying to do at all!" Yao protested.

He'd just meant that the Queen was still in mourning, likely still in shock. Not in a state of mind that was good to make major decisions in. But Yao had a feeling if he said that it would only make things worse. Arthur wouldn't appreciate the insinuation that he was ever less than capable.

Arthur's bushy eyebrows furrowed as he stared at Yao. He'd already rid himself of one "appointed by the gods" menace; if he had to get rid of another, so be it.

"Are you going to have a problem carrying my orders out, Yao? I know you—just like everyone else—preferred to work with my husband," Arthur said.

"No your majesty, there will be no problem," Yao said. He could feel a bead of sweat rolling down his back.

"Then see to it," Arthur said, and waved a hand in dismissal.

Without a backwards glance he strode out of the throne room and towards his private rooms. Not the royal bedroom or walk-in closets or the parlor; he allowed servants in those. But he allowed no one in his personal library and laboratory. The spellbooks and potions in these rooms were too precious to be snooped through or damaged by some careless maid.

Now in his time of need, he turned to the one thing that never let him down: magic. There were powerful old spells and rituals he'd mentally toyed with but never crossed the line to cast. The magic too dark, the requirements too steep, the risks and collateral damage unacceptable.

But nothing would hold him back now. All those funds he'd pulled from public services would be needed to make his dreams a reality, to obtain rare and nearly priceless ingredients. Some couldn't be gotten for any amount of coin, he would likely need to wage war to obtain them. He could afford it.

Arthur was never going to relinquish his power again. Not to an upstart King, nor to the decline of old age and death either. He would rule forever.

[bunbeeplays]

The Hot Girls take a break from fitness and have some brunch at a bar near their gym.

Ophelia's life update isn't the most cheery, but she's glad to have the support of her friends.

Libby: Feefs, I'm so sorry.

Becca: What a creep. Don't worry, guys like that always get what they deserve.

Ophelia: I hope so, but things don't always work out like they do in your books, Becca.

Becca: Don't remind me. Still waiting for Travis to tell me he's a secret prince.

Summer: Hector Laurent… That name sounds familiar. Guess I've heard you talk about him.

Ophelia: Well, I'd like to stop talking about him. He's not going to live rent-free in my mind.

Libby: Good for you, girl! Summer, how was the honeymoon?

Summer: It was perfect. I just wish I had one more vacation day from my doofus coworkers.

Libby: Aww, it can't be that bad!

Summer: My one caterer Mila is really getting on my nerves, considering how many complaints we get about her not actually cooking at her catering gigs.

Summer: Speaking of work, I've gotta head out. I've got a couple meetings at work today, so I'm going in early.

Ophelia gets up to hug her.

Ophelia: Bye, good luck!

Summer: Thanks, girly pop. Let us know if you need anything. Love you!

Summer got promoted to Head Caterer at Make-A-Dish shortly before she got engaged to Mark. She's settled into the role quite nicely. She loves bossing people around!

As she finishes up a call, Mila walks into her office.

Mila: Excuse me, Summer, but a potential client is here to see you.

Summer: I don't have my calendar pulled up. Did they give you a name?

Mila: Hector Laurent.

Summer: HECTOR LAURENT?!

That's why the name rang a bell.

Mila: I-I'm sorry, did I do something wrong?

Summer: For once, no. Send him in. I'm eager to talk to him.

Mila: Yes, ma'am.

Hector comes in, pleasant as ever.

Hector: This is a lovely office Miss…?

Summer: MRS. Eggleston. You must be Hector Laurent. I've heard a lot about you.

Hector: Good things, I hope!

Summer doesn't react to his joke.

Summer: Pull up a chair. Let's chat.

If Hector notices the stink eye Summer is giving him, he doesn't show it.

Hector: I've got a great business opportunity for you.

Summer: Enlighten me.

Hector: I run one of the most successful wedding venues out there and we're looking for a new caterer.

Summer: Fascinating.

Hector: This would be a great source of revenue for your catering team-

Summer: Oh, would it? I suppose technically it would be, since my employees would probably get a lot of money out of your pocket from harassment lawsuits.

Hector: Mrs. Eggleston, I-I don't-

Summer: Don't play dumb with me, Laurent. You thought word wouldn't get out that you tried to force your employee to woohoo you? If you think I'm sending my team into the lion's den, you're as stupid as that hat makes you look.

Hector: I think there's been a misunderstanding-

Summer: No, it's clear as day that you tried to take advantage of a woman you held a position of power over.

Hector: Who told you this? Was it Ophelia? You can't trust a word that harlot says!

Summer: Keep her name out of your damn mouth!

Hector: This is a highly unprofessional way to conduct business.

Summer: Good thing we're not conducting business then. Sounds like when this goes fully public, you won't have any clients for us to cater for anyway!

Hector: I'll gladly take my business elsewhere.

Summer: Good luck after the email I'm going to send out.

Hector: What's that supposed to mean?

Summer: Us caterers might be in competition with each other, but we do talk, you know.

Summer: No one going to send their employees to a known predator. I'm warning every restaurant from here to Sixam that you're not a safe client.

Hector: That's libel! I'll sue!

Summer: There was a witness to your misconduct. Plus, you knocked up an employee. You MADE evidence!

Hector: She didn't work for me at the time! My personal life has nothing to do with my business!

Summer: You sure made inappropriate workplace conduct your business!

Hector: You can't do this to me!

Summer: Blacklist you? Yeah, what kind of monster threatens to do that?

Summer: Now get the hell out of my office! Enjoy your time before you become a total pariah. And next time, think twice before messing with Summer Eggleston's friends, bitch!

Hector doesn't know what to do other than slink out of the office in shame.

Having no idea how much Summer just ruined a huge part of Hector's ability to operate his business, Ophelia has been blissfully working on improving her baking skill for New Skill Day. That better be a thank you pie for Summer, girl!

[pbandjesse]

I'm working an event tonight. And I'm having a nice time. Though I have had a hard day. I just feel very low emotionally. Nothing happened. I wasn't even that tired. But I just felt really down. I'm trying to fight through it.

I had some pains in my belly last night. Baby moves a whole bunch around 11 every night but I kept waking up and would feel some sharp pains. It hasn't continued so I'm not to worried about it but it was a little worrying.

I slept alright though. And woke up at 930. I was very surprised at how dark it was outside. It was foggy and grey basically all day. Which didn't help my mood.

I got up and took a shower and washed my hair. I was struggling with what to wear today. Nothing felt comfortable. I would change a dozen times before I left for work. But for the majority of the morning I just wore tights and a sweater and tried to feel alright.

I made the bed and hugged Sweetp. I had cereal. And played animal crossing for a bit. And went to do some cleaning downstairs.

I want to reorganize the studio. Move the furniture around. I did not have the energy for that today but I did take half of the box shelf I made the other week and stacked it on top of my wooden shelf that's approximately the same size. I want to make more shelf space for my market stuff so it can all be together. But also just organizing in general because I feel like I can't get to anything. I am going to try and do that in the next month but I will need help for sure.

I also tried packing my backpack for me and James's camping trip this week. We leave on Thursday and I'm looking forward to it. But also I was absolutely struggling to choose outfits. Both because of weather and activity. I think I have some good choices but I also was just feeling a bit overwhelmed by the closet in general. Which still needs organizing but I just can't do it. I texted Jess and she wants to help next time she's here. But she leaves for Mexico tomorrow. Hopefully she will be able to come down soon still.

I would pack my bag. And gathered myself to head out. I ran the Roomba and picked a real outfit. And the. I was off.

I went to Chipotle for lunch. I haven't been for a bit. And it was nice. I had half in the restaurant and saved the other half for later. And then over to five below to get black nail polish and some candy. I also got a new eyeliner because the brand I have been using for ever changed their formula and it don't work anymore. It's super disappointing because it's been my go to for forever and it just doesn't stay at all now. We'll see if this brand works better.

I got to the museum at 130. I went to the educator room to collect some of my personal things, because they are going to be doing some construction back there and asked us to move it out. I also got to see the union vote paperwork that is hung up. Pretty cool. I am not sure how the union will work here, what departments it will cover, things like that. But I would love to be part of the union. I think it would really help get us the basic things we have been asking for. Like guaranteed hours.

I would wander around the museum for a bit. Checked in at the desk about the event. And soon James was back from their meeting and I was so happy to see them.

I sat with them for a bit. Jesse and Meril came down and it was nice to see them. Soon the caterers were here and I went to check in with them.

And overall it's been a good event. During set up there was so complaints from the single museum guest we had because she felt the caterers were loud. And I understand where she was coming from. But also there isn't a ton I can do about it. I still felt bad.

The caterers made everything look nice though. This is the holiday party for THB, which is a bagel chain in this area. I would be very surprised at how Hispanic the party is? Everything the dj says is in English and the. In Spanish. It's really cool! And the music has been really good.

I have mostly been just chilling. Drawing on my tablet. There was pasta for dinner. And I was able to help with some issues. Like when the projector screen got stuck and we had to find a ladder and get it down. I was not on the ladder. But it's been a good night.

There's another hour and a half of this party. I am pretty tired. And everything feels like it's moving slow. But at least the people seem to be having fun and that makes me happy.

Tomorrow I'll work on packing for camping. I hope I am feeling happier.

I hope you all have a great night. I love you all goodnight!

[offbeat-manga-ships]

i've finished shikimori-san and it might be a little pathetic of me to say, but what i'm most glad about is that at pretty much no point did it ever feel like a chore to read it! i'm not very good with long manga. i wouldn't say i'm a person who can't focus, i'm actually pretty good at sitting down and just getting on with it once i put my mind to it, but it does at some point start feeling like work and err how many chapters until the end again and that kinda stuff. (i guess since i havent concerned myself with popular manga for more than a decade now, the stuff i read is just way shorter).

but, as i was saying, this manga knew exactly how to pace itself. usually i'm suspicious of short chapters. a long run can break the rhythm of a manga that supports itself in small-to-medium bites. but this manga knew what it was doing from the get-go. the author never used anything as a crutch. it stayed true to character interactions and even character development. i have to say i teared up more than one time because of the pure feelings of youthful wholesome slice-of-life. i remember seeing that anime called tsuki ga kirei years ago and not being on board with all the praise and how it was pretty much called the epitome of young japanese love and student life. well. this manga is my tsuki ga kirei. it made surprised how emotional i felt at some points and how it made me remember my own high school days.

i think there is an argument to be made that it might be a little too wholesome. but rather than think that is a flaw, i think it's just one of those things that is not exactly my cup of tea, but if i'm gonna try it, i'm glad that it was exactly like this. if you're gonna make wholesome overload, i think this is how you should do it. for all that this manga is drama-free and filled with good kids doing good in life, the author still took care to establish their bonds in interesting ways and flesh out their personalities. it's not just because they're all extremely good people that they have to be boring.

i also can't say i'm surprised, but i'm still disheartened by complaints about the main character, izumi yuuki. i don't stick around to read bad comments, but i've been seeing floating around how people think he's too weak and wimpy. and the thing that bothers me the most about these comments is that it's not even true. for all that shikimori gets the spotlight as a heartthrob sometimes, izumi is the actual star of the show. in fact, shikimori's life revolves around him more than the opposite. izumi buckles down and works hard to accomplish his goals and izumi is the one who gets the character development. i've also seen a comment complaining that the girl can be cool but stay feminine so why can't izumi also be masculine? and that makes me sad and angry in a different way. sure, izumi is not the epitome of traditional masculinity, but i don't understand how people don't realize that he's just comfortable in his own skin. his masculinity is not threatened by his girlfriend being a slice of life superhero. and even if he was actually feminine..... so what? people who like traditional femininity in women and masculinity in men.... i don't understand how they don't realize that the overwhelming majority of stories cater to them. you want to see a guy being manly and cool? read literally any shoujo manga ever.

the small little pool of the rest of us have to count our blessings when a manga like this comes around and STILL have to deal with it not staying unconventional through the end. as always, the manga needs to make a point that the boy needs to grow his capabilities to "be just as cool and assertive as the"catch up with the girl". and i think people don't realize that if shikimori was a guy and izumi was a girl, we would not even have a whiff of something like this happening. they would stay doing what they can and sometimes that means someone will be taken care of a bit more than the other and that's ok.

thankfully, it wasn't a painful process to read. it will always make me a bit sad, but it's something i'm very used to at this point. the story was charming, the characters were charming and as much as it champions normalcy and thinks "equal footing" means not letting a role reversal scenario thrive... i also think it did its best to stay true to who the characters are. i'm glad i read this.

[sideeffectsofhavingnolife]

IPKKND S:1 EP-4

I don't know why but I feel strangely exhausted today. Eh! Just one of those days.

Fourth Episode of Iss pyaar ko kya naam doon, here we come

"Maine tumse pehle bhi kaha hai, apni aukaat me raha karo" Sir, what?!

We just started and he's got her beat again. Let my girl vent once. I want her to say some real ugly stuff, he deserves it.

"Kyu... Kya kiya maine? "This bitch! Look at his smug face.

Girl, stop clutching your Kurta and try to snap back at least.

There he goes, Score 4:0

Yeah, sure! Follow him and preach about God. Definitely the next best course of action.

Look at him talking about dard, you're not the only one who has endured pain in life, buddy, it doesn't give you the right to be an asshole or to harass women.

I thought the speech would be about him being a dick the last time they met and possibly a threat of lodging a harassment complaint.

But go off, Khushi, tell him how big and universal God is, whom Arnav doesn't even believe in. Seems like it should work.

Damn! I was just being sarcastic but looks like it actually worked, he looks pissed.

Where are you even scurrying off to? Oh right! She has to apologize to a lot of people.

Fuck! I knew that the fashion show footage would be on the news but I didn't predict that Arnav would do it to take revenge.

Lol, he cares more about a girl who made a lousy speech than his own company's reputation.

I can't say this enough, the sister and the dad are the most sweetest.

Who was the groom, anyway? Are we ever gonna meet him?

Oh, she mentioned the missing pearls.

I feel bad for my girl, sexual harassment is not a joke, it can be so traumatizing.

Yay! The return of 'Laard Governer'.

Did this man just called him 'bhai'

"Bhai, navratre chal rahe hai" same here dude, perfectly matched the timing.

Let's not oversell, Khushi.

You barely made a dent and it still made him mad.

"Chote log aksar aukaat se bada mooh kholte hai" There's no end to this shit.

This guy seems really close to Arnav. Wonder what's their deal?

We are in for a dance sequence, I guess.

Or more like casual fun.

The mother saw, she is gonna be even more upset.

Not the freeze with the broom right in her face.

Mom! Come be a part of this.

Yes, coax her in. I want to spend some good moments with the mother, I feel like she has been sulking from the very start.

That's right! collective Bua slander is what we live for in this house.

"Aap hi ki beti hu na?"

Let's go! Be the wholesome family you all deserve.

I already know the dad's gonna be a part of it. So stop with the tense music.

Aghh this Bua needs to shut the fuck up and get out of the house.

Why is your head aching Bua? Aap ne hi to sabke sar me dard kar rakha hai.

Thanks Dad! Keep your daughter away from this poisonous bitch.

What's with this nosy caterer? I guess we are not done with our toxicity quota of the day yet.

Somebody shoot this motherfucker down, please.

That's your signal, Khushi. Tear this man a new one.

Nice, so that's her thing, she is good with accounting stuff.

The dad is so proud of her as well.

I wish the sister was here too but she is stuck making chai for the Bua at home.

What a weird shooting set! The fake stars, disco balls, and a backdrop that looks like someone upscaled a screenshot of a Google image. Not to mention the bad lighting. Like what exactly are you even shooting for?

Are those the dresses from the Runway? Because they look just as terrible.

He basically called him a kutta and I am not surprised.

But I don't understand why won't he just throw money at his face if he is so rich.

Are padaaa!

He shouldn't have challanged Arnav's childhood trauma.

Don't talk about people's mother disrespectfully in general, though.

Another one!

2 Crores for two slaps. I wish I got a deal like that. I'd be a billionare by now, if only my mother beating me counted.

Back to Bua ji. 🙄

Fuck! she'll discover the footage first. That's not gonna end well.

What the fuck is this news reporter?

No but why are the needless arrows and circles so absurdly accurate, I've seen it in real news channels.

The sister showed up as well.

Nah! There's no way any cameras were taking those close ups.

How did these people even saw this news?

Somebody in the crowd literally said "Dekh dekh, kaise chal rahi hai?" like what?

Of, course, they are standing in front of a television store but also how did they recognise her so fast? Am I the only person in the world who won't be able to tell even the most famous celebrity apart from a crowd. If they were not surrounded by a crew.

Holy shit! The reporter's voice over just scared me.

"Pakke hue aam ki tarah tapak jaati hai" Please! 😂I am guessing they paid the reporter or he has a personal vendetta against her because why would you deliver these statements with such intristic passion if not for money?

Okay, so it reallly picked up at the end. Excited to see what happens next. I mean I am sure this would lead to some sort of inciting incident but at the same time, it would reallly hurt to see Khushi's parents' dissapointed faces.

But let's not act like I didn't wish for more drama.

[fazbearsfrights]

ok im gonna sound reaaaal annoying for a bit but i gotta complain abt p3r a bit. i still like and appreciate the game for what it is but man i have some gripes

the music

i'm gonna be fair and say that i do mostly enjoy the soundtrack. there are some bops in there. my real complaint about it is just that it doesn't sound like it belongs to persona 3. it kind of reminds me of the mixes in persona q because it sounds like a blend of the persona 3 and 4 soundtracks. everything sounds like it is playing through synth instruments which just doesn't fit for p3. i remember p3's original soundtrack for the incorporation of brass, guitar, drums, and piano. i won't claim to be a music expert in the slightest here, but the music in p3r just sounds...artificial when compared to the original? that isn't to say that the isn't good. it's just not persona 3.

and the thing is, they HAVE remixed persona 3 tracks while keeping the sound of the original. just look at the reincarnation album! the tracks on there continue to slap to this day! i would have zero complaints if the remixed tracks resembled these, but the fact is, they just don't.

i could get into a separate rant about all of the guitar-based tracks... im BIG on guitar and in p3r its just. so toned down and artificial. i was so underwhelmed by "heartful cry" that i WANTED to cry.

underwhelming cutscenes

i want to specify that the cutscenes are gorgeous in their own right, but i got so disappointed by the cutscene after the "???" fight in episode aigis that i need to rant a bit. the original cutscene was so visceral with the shadow version of minato being disassembled before everyone in the most brutal way. he disappears layer by layer. it's gutwrenching and beautiful. p3r episode aigis does lean into the depressing aspect of everything, but at the cost of replacing cutscenes like this with aigis' reactions. and that isn't necessarily bad; i wouldn't have much of an issue if minato disappeared the same way without it JUST being butterflies. the original scene is also helped by not having the background noise of everyone's reactions. it's quiet and horrific, and i would have preferred keeping it that way.

stylistically, if you're used to p3's original cutscenes and as attached to them as i was, then the new cutscenes are a bit jarring and tough to get used to. i really do miss the artistically abstract cutscenes. they were so compelling and complex, yet dissectable in a way that p3r's aren't.

metis' flanderization

i got my wish for more metis screentime but at what cost...

metis is downright one of my FAVORITE characters of all time, but in p3r, she's almost entirely reduced to her attachment to aigis and knowledge of the abyss. don't get me wrong, her codependency with aigis is so heartbreaking and compelling when you learn more about her, but there should be more to her. there are glimpses of "more" when she expresses desires that aigis once had, wanting to go to school and be a regular person, but her character in the plot relies moreso on clinging to aigis and being a guide. everyone compares her to a kid, and emotionally, i agree that she is one. but she shouldn't be reduced to that either. i hoped that metis' character would be improved by her going through some kind of significant arc, but that just isn't there.

i guess i just have some issues with how her character is handled in general, but yeah. justice for metis.

yukari in episode aigis

I'M VERY UPSET ABOUT THIS ONE. yukari's character in the original wasn't nice and cooperative. she's so toned down in p3r that it's kind of a surprise when she breaks down and chooses to fight in the key segment. and worse is the fact that they incorporated mitsuru to explain away yukari's emotions every time she lashes out. it's like the writers recognized that people didn't understand where yukari was coming from, and instead of catering to the fans of the original, they catered to the people who thought yukari was a bitch because they didn't understand what she was going through. yukari deserves to be a bitch and lash out at her friends!!!! episode aigis really isn't the same without that aspect of her character. her feelings were so valid and real. the original version of episode aigis really showed the different ways that the characters grieved and it didn't "baby" the player by outright stating how the characters were feeling. show don't tell!!

BLEHH okay im sane now. i love p3r but man...sometimes...

[magnus-sm-writes]

This shit drives me up the wall. People insisting that one type of queer content cancels out another. "We don't need queer fluff! We need some super dark shit!" and then it's "We don't need super dark shit! We need queer fluff!"

The thing is, straight people get media of all kinds. They get everything from the fluffiest romance to the darkest, grittiest horror. And people don't say "straight people deserve more than X".

Queer people deserve to have all sorts of stories told about us. All genres, all levels of quality. Some of us really adore slice of life fluff; some of us prefer dark dramas; some of us love realism, and others love speculative fiction. I think that's wonderful. Everyone is allowed to have their own preferences, and it's wonderful to have shows that cater to those while also being queer.

As a queer author, I write in lots of different genres because I love reading across genres. It's fun to go from writing fantasy horror to fluffy romance in one day.

There's an audience out there for everything I write. And there is for everything you write, too. Maybe it's not the same audience for everything; that's a testament to personal taste. Don't let articles like this discourage you. For me, people making these sort of complaints just make me write more of whatever I like out of spite. Clearly, there's an audience for both shows; why not just let them enjoy their stuff?

Anyways. Kicks soapbox away. Queer folks, keep on watching your favorites, and don't feel bad about what you like. There are always going to be people who love your work, and people who hate it.

[coolnightmarerunaway]

Strange Dynamics

I'm now watching from the outside, trying not to get pulled in.

I watch these people parrot each other. It can be a bit surreal.

A man joined me for conversation the other day. He told me he needed space from some people. "They are disgusting". "I don't think they like themselves", he says. I too have noticed these things.

Complaints are similar to maybe grade school children. "He didn't say hi to me". "She told me to fuck off. All I did was say hello". The mood inbalances some of these people have, should probably be medicated. Showing up in a bad mood, cursing at people, just being foul. Some days perhaps you should just stay home.

Disgusting behavior from poor taste jokes to poor taste everything. Manners, courtesy, common sense seem to be obsolete. Unnecessary, unfounded sense of superiority clearly on display.

Unnecessary stalking and reporting continue to be common factors. Drama and the desire to create it appears to be strong. If you're not happy in your own life, ensure others are not. Start fights between couples and pick on whom you think is the weakest. That will make you strong!

Requirements for behavior and activities. Some are okay with dictatorship, seems some are not. But alas, they stay in the one basket. Complaining away...

I'm starting to wonder just how well two women are getting along in the group. One spouts off about rules and regulations. The other warned her boyfriend, if he continues she will leave.

One woman was largely ignored by the group. Without her boyfriend, she doesn't exist. People do not approach her. Her boyfriend is now in a mandatory hugging "group". One must show their "respect". Even if that respect, is fraudulent. It'll make you feel Superior!

One lady who joined 'Sex workers' group (Whores for free!) is now requesting her boyfriend step away from the very group she signed up to blow. I wonder if he knows 🤫

One lady ended up with a medical condition. She got parroted support online. "You got this". When she needed to talk, no one was there. "You got this!" When she hoped to have someone come to visit, or take her out of the house, there wasn't a comment. I'm glad the idea of looking popular online with 20 of "you got this" is now appearing to be a shallow as it really is.

I imagine it must be difficult to be surrounded by so many and yet be utterly alone.

Continue on the facade of being 'popular' and having all these glorious friends, support. Just to find yourself crippled, alone and isolated. One woman was kind of aware of her isolation but hoping for the best. I think the second one just figure it out how much she really fit in. Perhaps she should have continued the "on her knees position" 😂

One little repulsive butterball troll of a woman with a very large mouth and she wants you to believe is the ability to back it up, enjoys being a "heat score", drama starter and just being foul. She enjoys starting incidents of road rage on a motorcycle, then complain about the automobile. She enjoys harrassing smaller women, she thinks she can sit on, I suppose... She teams up with the other bitter women.

There is a youngin in the group. She has an attitude problem. She is an "asexual" who hooks up with random men online. She enjoys going after older men, even when the men try to run away. Then she claims, the man was bad! She will go out of her way to make an uninterested man "jealous". She gets in moods, I suppose you're supposed to cater to her. Walk around on eggshells, that's the best way to be! She's very important now. 😂 The queen! The only interest people had in her was meeting her dad. Unfortunately she is strapped to his hip, people end up tolerating his very dramatic daughter. Most people claim to hate her. I didn't really mingle with her. Her jealousy over me was amusing however 😁

There is another lady, who started sleeping with a mechanic. Much like daughter, this one too thinks she is the queen of the roast. Before he even started dating the "lot lizard" she was already jealous of him. He is confused on why he is seemingly no longer as popular as he once was. Bitter daughter, bitter girlfriend, and an extremely moody man. Will anybody ever solve the mystery.

The group has spanned out. There are more people and places to go. This leads others to ask, "what is this a popularity contest". From my point of view it is, and you're losing.

This brings us to the questionable couple. A man was trying to blend in the group. It doesn't seem to be going well until he found this lady. He now drives her vehicles. He sold his beater car. Showing up in her "political" truck seems to have caught eyes. Her outgoing personality and costumes, seem to be a friendly invite. This man walks around with a chip on his shoulder. "Big feeling" is a term used to describe them. While I'm undecided on her, trash would be a good way to describe him. It is her vehicles, house party, money, personality, that attracted people. I think This woman's going to end up very disappointed. He is pretending to be a lot of things he isn't.

[spark-hearts2]

Nice. Anyways, now y'all get to see the consequences of your actions! Part of me wants to post less than this, but it really doesn't have a bearing on the main point of the chapter. So, extra feed! Egg-joy

Spoilers for chapter 4 of Therapy but It's Just Zooble Interrogating Caine under cut

He looked at the restaurant map. He wasn’t entirely sure what dedicated what was a fast food place and what was a restaurant, but the only difference he spotted was an extra register that faced the outside. That wouldn’t be hard to add, there were already windows and he could just copy one of the registers from the front.

He would need to route customers that way too. Hmm, since it faced outside, he could take the opportunity to have some unique interactions. This was the perfect opportunity to add a returning NPC.

He pulled up a list of notable NPCs. He had used the Gloink Queen just a few days ago, but her impressive size would be perfect in filling the frame of the window.

He added her model, profile, and a handful of Gloinks to accompany her. Now who else…

Eugh, Orbsman. That was one of the very few things that Caine could verifiably say that he hated. (Ok, maybe only strongly disliked. Orbsman wasn’t THAT bad)

Model? Terrible. Texture? flat. Animations? basic. His VOICE was even broken! There was only supposed to be a slight distortion on his voice, not enough to make him barely understandable. Orbsman could be worse, but any further and he wouldn’t be considered functional.

Yet for some reason, Ragatha loved him. It did not matter that he was a mess of an NPC. Once, Caine remade Orbsman and fixed all of these issues. It wasn’t hard, as Orbsman was rather simple and the issues rather obvious. Yet, he got complaints about it ‘not being the same’.

Whatever. He was trying to appeal to their tastes, not his own with this adventure. Orbsman was more of a minor annoyance, his inclusion wouldn’t break anything or cause lag. If including Orbsman would score him bonus points, then Orbsman got included.

Now… hmm, Gummigoo. The NPC that Pomni was interested in.

There were so many little tasks for him to complete, so he didn’t know when he would get a chance to really go through Gummigoo’s internals. But… she did just learn the unfortunate truth about the exit. He didn’t know enough about her yet to make an entire adventure that would cater to her interests, but including an NPC that she liked was something that he could do.

He moved to the WIP folder and took Gummigoo out. He was still wary about long term usage, but an hour or two should be fine.

He opened up Gummigoo’s profile to add the customer behavior only to be hit with a warning.

Suspect false data? Right, he noticed that warning earlier. Well, now was as good of a time as any to clear that up.

He selected the warning, automatically bringing him to the problem.

Flagged memories Mama Croc-

He stopped. Gummigoo’s backstory, every single event that he had written in, had been flagged as suspect.

What the-? How?

This- this wasn’t a conclusion a character AI should have been able to come to.

This was the kind of conclusion that he, Caine, the highest AI in the hierarchy of AI’s in the system, would come to.

It was easy to tell the difference between the injected data and data that Gummigoo had collected himself. The level of detail that the backstory had was nothing compared to a real event. But a character AI should not have been able to notice that, it should have accepted the information so long as it was in a readable format!

He may have based Gummigoo’s system off his own, but he did not mean to make him this complex. Gummigoo was supposed to be smart, but not in that way.

That was… Ok? Not good, but it wasn’t an actual error. So long as Gummigoo behaved as expected, it would be fine.

He came to a similar conclusion during his own development, realizing that there was a difference between things that he had made and what others had made for him. He didn’t think that he ever labeled it as suspect, but he knew for a fact that there had been a few data wipes during that point in time. It was possible any record of that happening are long gone.

He was… proof that this wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. He still behaved as expected, right? [Off topic. Repositioning…]

But how should he handle this? He didn’t want to completely reset Gummigoo, but he didn’t want to leave Gummigoo as is. He didn’t really have the time for a complex solution, which adjusting the criteria of what data is suspect would definitely devolve into. He didn’t want to turn data checking off, as that would leave Gummigoo vulnerable to prompt injection.

Gummigoo would be acting as a customer… He would not need a backstory, just a set of behaviors to follow.

Would the simplest answer work? He removed Gummigoo’s cached data folder and updated his profile.

The warning went away.

I'M CURRENTLY WRITING CHAPTER 4

of Therapy but It's Just Zooble Interrogating Caine. It's the tutorial chapter, but I do have to do set up for Chapter 5. And personally I am a little on the fence. On one hand, I'd like to give Pomni a little treat for sitting through the last chapter. On the other, I want to focus less on her and more on other characters. So why not let the fans get a say!

Keep in mind that if I get a good enough idea I will override this decision. But, if someone can write a convincing enough argument one way or another, I will write for it. I have not seen enough fanfictions where Gummigoo is also treated as an actual AI, and I do aim to change that. He may talk better than Caine, but I imagine that he's just as weird on the inside. Do with that what you will.

[yaatrickyassification]

[Pt.2]

Their reaction to you wearing a suit.

[ Riddle, Trey, Cater x gn! reader ]

I.

With the Ramshackle dorm prefect's birthday coming soon, Vil has been busy preparing the outfit you will wear. The pomefiore trio was cooped up in Vil's room with a mannequin at the center of it all, Vil's beautiful figure fumbled around trying to find the right fabric to use and the measurement. "Roi du poison, have you already eaten? you've been at it since yesterday. Quite frankly, I'm worried." Vil turns to look at Rook, "I might be busy, but that doesn't stop me from caring for myself. I need to hold a beautiful appearance no matter the time of day." His eyes wandered over to Epel's slouch figure, his head lolling to the side as his eyes closed from sleepiness. "Epel!"

Epel's small figure went straight up, his eyes looking at Vil and the mannequin beside him. "Why don't we just give it a boom shaka-laka?" Vil huffs, while Rook seems to consider it. "I don't understand what you mean by that boom shaka-laka that you just said, but this birthday party needs to be perfect."

"I meant like giving it a little twist." Rook raises his brows, intrigued at Epel's suggestion. "Twist?" Vil asks, his voice stern warning Epel to not do anything troublesome, Epel let out a mischievous laugh as he stands up from his wooden seat, "Leave it to me, dorm leader!" His small figure immediately takes the mannequin from Vil's hand and brings it to his room.

Once out of the room, Epel took out his phone and sent a message to the other first years. "Time for some first-year backup."

II.

Riddle Rosehearts:

At first, he thought that the first years would do bad or even fail miserably, so this is what Ace said when he should expect something more, he thought, Riddle's small figure can't seem to look you in the eyes. His feet thumping wildly at the ground while his gray orbs stayed lowered, "Is something wrong?" Your figure slightly bends to match Riddle's height, his ears picking up your complaints of the suit being stuffy, with your hands lowering the tie to make space for breathing, your face close to his, his breath hitch.

He can see your chest from where he stood, his face turning red as he quickly stutters out his greetings. "H-happy birthday!" His small fingers shove the gift he wraps in his signature red heart as he quickly dashes out of the vicinity, you stood there dumbfounded, "Did I do something wrong?"

Trey Clover:

He was flustered, this was his first time seeing you in a suit so it was a new experience for him. He coughs in his hand trying to hide the red dusting his cheeks, the cream that was splattered all over you seems to give your figure a revealing glow, seeing the cream all over your suit you decided to take your coat off, Trey's eyes widen as you took off the black coat that you were wearing with the suit.

The white blouse you wore was now damp due to the cream thrown at you before, now fully revealing your skin from beneath. He jumps at the sight, immediately taking off the coat that was hanging on his shoulder and throwing it at your front, confused as you look at him. "Oh, great sevens have mercy."

"What?"

Cater Diamond:

The man was fawning all over you and would take a picture with you from every angle. He smiled as he finish posting another set of pictures taken with you, "And posted, #happy birthday, #[y/n]suitup, #credits to the first years, let's take a picture of you again!" You laugh at Cater's excited voice as you nodded your head at him, "Sure, I've been wanting to try this pose that I saw in a magazine." Cater claps his hand excitedly, bringing out his phone from his pocket and angling the camera to his face.

"Look at the camera!" Readying your pose, you bit on the glove, portraying it to look like you were gonna take it off using your teeth. Your eyes slanted as you look at the camera with an aloof expression, Cater's face turns red, his fingers doing quick work to immediately click on the button to take a pic of it, his eyes look at your picture with stars in his orbs, "How did it turn out?" He smiled mischievously before pocketing his phone away from your reach, "Hehehe, it's for me to see only."

[queen-pudi]

Good Boy

Shang Chi x Reader

18+ Minors DNI

TW: bondage, gagging, both of em are switches, edging, I believe gender neutral reader but correct me if wrong. tell me if I miss something please.

Masterlist

⚠️NO SPOILERS IN HERE I SWEAR⚠️

Shang Chi's whimpers rung out throughout the room. Even with the little rolled up sock in his mouth his cries and pleads could be heard. Tears weeling up in his eyes as he looks at you grinding down on him. Every so often licking a strip from his pecs up to his the bottom of his ear, whispering about how good he looks and how he is being such a good boy

Thats all he wants to be for you, a good boy. He always wishes to please you both in and out of the bedroom. Catering to your every desire. Sometimes you wonder how you could ever get such an amazing man like him. So strong, so brave, so obedient.

Shang Chi looked up at you, eyes begging for permission to touch, grope, thrust, anything besides lay there and be used like a toy. You started down at him all tied up and panting, both knowing he could get out if he wanted but refusing to as he wishes to get his reward. He would never make a move without your permission. Even if you left him here to fend for himself hed still sit there and take it with no complaint. You laughed at how pathetic and fucked out he looked, you almost felt bad. Almost.

You continued to bounce yourself on him, edging him everytime he gets remotely close to coming undone waiting for him to break. Finally you reach your high and ride yourself through it. You untie him and take the sock out of his mouth, placing a long kiss on his lips to convey your love and admiration for him. You both know its a kiss of reassurance that you didn't go too far and loves it.

"You did so good for me baby, I think its time for you to have some fun of your own" you said, eyes raking over his sweat covered body, hands slowly treking down his body and tracing every little curve of his stomach.

Those words were all the permission he needed as he removed your hands and flipped you around on all fours. Taking the rope that once previously binded him, He tied your legs to the end of the bed and then tied your arms together behind your back so you couldn't move.

Aligning himself with your awaiting hole he leaned down to your ear, his hot breath fanning the side of your face.

"As much as I love being used by you, I think I like using you more my love" he growled in your ear, and at that very moment he surged in and wasted no time to get to a maddening pace leaving you breathless and almost sorry for teasing him earlier.

While he loved to obey you sometimes he just loved to being the one making the rules and watching as you broke down with each one

Hi! I hope you liked this! The second I saw Shang Chi on the big screen I fell in love and I'm honestly about to go see it again it was so good. If you had any feedback let me know! I'm open to requests if you really want but I'm not an actual like writer writer so you have been warned. Have a great day if you read this and drop a like or comment if you want!

[yinses]

types of kisses

| jjk edition |

GOJO SATORU  — you’ve had a bad day- make that a terrible week. nothing was going right yet the tasks just build on top of one another and gave you no opportunity to bounce back. when he finds you, you’re barely holding on, just pin drop away from shattering. gojo is as busy as you are, if not more so with the council on his back about his new student. so you bite your lip and bare a grin. a shower should help ease away the worst of it and then you can try to tackle another day. but before you can turn away, he’s tugging you firmly against his chest. you don’t realize the waterworks have started until his thumbs are swiping against your face to rid the tears. his palms slide down to cup your cheeks, squeezing them in until your lips purse at the attention. “why don’t i kiss it better, hmm?” he doesn’t wait for an answer, already leaning in. he knows what you need. always does.  

ITADORI YUJI  —for a second he thinks he may have taken it a step too far. the two of you had been play wrestling for the better part of five minutes, nearly toppling each other over the edge of the couch. all over next choice in movies. yuji thought he had better reins on his strength but watching you gasp with a winded expression caused a chill of dread crawl down his spine. “i’m so sorry i didn’t mean-” he sees it coming, but the shock of potentially hurting you delayed his response as you sprung into action. a soft oof leaves him as you pin him to the cushions, fingers trailing up and down his sides until the frown breaks with laughter. you don’t stop until the worry lines fade away. yuji is breathless as he speaks, cheeks flush and heart beating a rapid staccato. ”so i didn’t hurt you?” your mouth hovers over his, leaving the faintest of kisses as you speak. “you could never hurt me.”

NANAMI KENTO  — he’s wearing the tie you got him, and you can’t resist. it was the exact fantasy you’d played out in your head when you first caught a glimpse of it in the store. now here you sit astride his lap, the same strip of fabric twisted around your fist as you pull him close. “sometimes its not fair,” you breath, lips running a sinful trail from his jawline to cheek and back again. nanami twitches beneath you, hands hovering between your highs and thighs with uncertainty. “what isn’t?” he voice is soft when he asks, as if simply imploring could solve all your problems. satisfy the lust burning within you. with a sharp tug you pull his mouth to meet yours, tongue slipping through his pliant lips to mingle with his. you’d show him just wasn’t fair about how handsome he was.

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO  — he’s always the last to budge in the morning, keeping a firm grip on the sheets and a tighter on his dreams. after learning to sleep alongside one another, simply shifting as you rise no longer disrupts him. so you have to take an extra step. the first peck causes him to groan. the next he tries to bury his face into the pillow and grumbles when you laugh in his ear. you’re just finding that special spot at the nape of his neck when you’re suddenly swept under the blanket and met with a sleepy glare. “five minutes … you can’t give me just that?” in response you snuggle closer and peck him quickly on the lips. “how about five more kisses?” he begrudgingly accepts the trade, plus a few more.

SUKUNA RYOMEN  — he needs you to be quiet or he’s going to have to stop. maybe its because you both know its a lie that you don’t try to hold back the whimpers bubbling up from your lips. he loved the sounds you made. but he would rather lose that than the feeling of you tightening around him, hips bucking back for more, if you got caught. so he covers your mouth harshly with his own, teeth nipping at your tongue in reprimand. it has the exact opposite effect as you practically vibrate around him, toes curling into the mattress as you garble out pleas. of what he doesn’t know, but he’s done catering to the needs of others. they would just have to file a noise complaint. he’d take you however he damn well pleased.

[xpeachesncream]

bands | five

[ series masterlist ]

summary: jeon jungkook has it all: the looks, the fame, the money, the women. being considered the sexiest man in the industry, he finds no complaints about the way his life is going nor does he find any reason to apologize for the way he approaches it. he is a force to be reckoned with - until he meets you.

pairing: stripper!reader x idol!jjk

genre: (18+) strip club/nightlife au, post grad au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 3.2k

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, implied nudity/nudity (at the nightclub), teasing, sprinkle of breast touching, alcohol consumption, pole dancing, straddling/lap dances, slight degradation/implied degradation, rough handling, flashback scene

note: took a stab at this jungkook one shot + wips are updated!

tags: @brightcolorsoffendme @min-nicoleee @eggbutnotyolk @ra-mun-e @miinoongi@ephemeralkookie @ppeachyttae @thebeebi @bluesharksandfish @kooafraid @liriaus​ @thisartemisnevermisses​ @ggukkieland​ @preciouschimine​ @sunniejinnie​ (please message me if you would like to be added to the taglist!)

'Do better' is exactly what Jungkook does, because he wants you, and he wants you bad. He thought he had you wrapped around his finger, when in fact, you had him wrapped around yours and he was crumbling by the minute. It's a little entertaining to you, seeing his name pop on your phone throughout the day with texts like:

[jungkook]: have a good day today, pretty lady.

[jungkook]: :)

[jungkook]: can't stop thinking about you and how good you looked last night.

[jungkook]: hope you aren't overworking yourself.

[jungkook]: can i call you tonight?

You would chuckle every single time, seeing him weak for you. You weren't gonna lie - you were fucking weak for him too, cause lord, who wouldn't be with Jungkook? The only difference is that you were just the stronger one between the both of you.

Ha, ain't shit but a hairflip. You for sure got this from your mama.

"To the club for Yoongi hyung's birthday!" Taehyung yells after they finish rehearsals for the next set of performances scheduled to happen in the next week and filming some content for Youtube.

"To the club-club!" Namjoon responds, throwing his hat back on.

"Excited to see some pretty girls shaking their ass and titties in my face." Yoongi lets out a cocky laugh.

"No private show?"

"No, hell no. I want 'em all." Yoongi smirks. "Jungkookie is the only one who loves his private shows."

"Yeah, yeah." Jungkook brushes it off with a chuckle.

"Are we finally gonna figure out who she is tonight?"

"Nope. She's not working tonight. Good try." He feels relieved saying that because to be honest, he's feeling completely and utterly selfish with you. He didn't wanna share, not with the guys. Hell no.

Except he's gonna have to tonight and he has yet to learn that.

» FLASHBACK

Jimin had just solidified the plans with Yoongi a couple of hours ago, learning that he wanted to head to the strip club for his birthday. And yeah, everyone has their own favorites. Everyone has their own agenda coming to the club. But, Yoongi says he wants to shut down the club for the evening so all 7 of them can enjoy the general floor together.

So, Jimin makes it a goal to grant Yoongi's wishes, but he also has another thing on his mind.

He had been picking up on Jungkook's little habits lately, even though he was notorious for always being on his phone and for barely paying attention to the environment around him. Jimin just knew he had it bad for you, miss new girl, simply by how his mood would change whenever he looked at his phone. How he was always at the club. How he always got shy and beat around the bush whenever you were brought up.

He just knew.

And to be honest, he was concerned. Moreso for Jungkook and his safety. Jungkook and his feelings. Things didn't sit right for him, and he worried that you were only out for his money. For his fame. For the attention. For all the wrong things. And he didn't like that shit one bit. He wasn't gonna let anyone take advantage of his little brother like that, he wouldn't give anybody the chance.

He wants to figure out who exactly you were. He wants to find out what you're all about. He wants to finally meet you face to face.

"Mr. Park Jimin!" Mr. Bigs says with a loud laugh. Jimin gives him a small smile as he tugs the brim of his hat down and approaches him. "How can I help you?"

"Yoongi's birthday is coming up at the end of the week, is it possible to shut the club down so the rest of the guys can enjoy the general stage together?" He pulls out an envelope and hands it to Mr.Bigs, his smile getting bigger the more he counts all the dollar bills inside.

"Whatever works for my boys." He laughs.

"Thanks." Jimin chuckles. "Uh, one more thing - if it's not too much of a bother, could I request a specific dancer to be out on the floor that night?"

"Yeah, of course you can. Who's the lady we're thinking of?"

"Whoever Jungkook's lady is." Mr. Bigs laughs so more and nods.

"Ah, I'm assuming he wants her there, huh? He really loves watching that young lady, but hey, whatever works and makes ya'll happy right?"

"Yeah, I suppose he does. I'd like to keep the request between us though." Jimin lies.

"Don't you worry about it. I'll make sure Phoenix is there that night. I'll have all of this covered so Mr. Min Yoongi has a fantastic birthday." He winks.

"Thanks, sir. We'll see you then." Jimin nods his head before heading out. Mr. Bigs waits until Jimin is out the door before pulling out his phone to give you a call.

"Hello?"

"You need to be here Friday, special request."

"From who? Can't I just take the—"

"Stop questioning me little girl, you hear me? Your ass better be here on Friday or else I'm taking a chunk out of your fucking tips and check." He abruptly ends the call.

» END FLASHBACK

And so the infamous Bangtan Sonyeondan boys are dressed, whipping out their cleanest, black attires from their closets. They take a couple of shots back to back before they're loading into their cars to be driven to the strip club. The club is empty, except for a few body guards, bar staff and the dancers.

"Oh shit, we get our own private show? Like actually?" Yoongi says, stepping into the empty club that was more than ready for the boys' arrival. There were topless dancers waiting alongside the stage with trays filled with different drinks and shots.

"Happy birthday, hyung." Jimin says, playfully massaging his shoulder.

"God, this is such a good way to end the day." Namjoon takes a shot from one of the beautiful ladies near the general stage. He smirks at her as he eyes her up and down, licking his lips when he realizes how fucking skimpy the bikini bottom she has on actually is. "Sheesh."

"Boys!" Mr. Bigs' deep voice comes from the other end of the club as he approaches them. "Please, enjoy and help yourself to whatever you like. Happy Birthday, Mr. Min Yoongi." He winks.

"Thank you, sir!" Yoongi yells as he grabs another shot from the tray. The rest of the boys follow suit, taking more drinks and eyeing the ladies around them, but Jungkook helps himself to a seat in the front of the general stage.

"Someone misses his private lady." Hobi jokes, causing him to shake his head.

"Whatever, as long as I don't have to share her with you guys." He spits out. "What's yours is mine and what's mine is mine." Jungkook finishes jokingly with his infamous line. It seems like a full house of dancers tonight, either on the sidelines or now entering the general stage. Jungkook rests his foot on his knee, ready to get the night started so he can enjoy, but also hurry on home afterwards to try and hear your voice.

But you were in the back room of the club.

No one really knew what was going on outside unless you had been outside already. Mr. Bigs gave you all a pep talk saying each and every single one of you needed to be on your best behavior, especially out on the floor. Bigs and his men refused to name the special guests just so none of you would psych yourselves out and mess up. You didn't know you were soon going to be catering to the BTS boys together, and Jungkook didn't know you were going to be one of the main dancers on stage either. His eyes were glazing over the rest of the girls on stage because they weren't you, to be honest. I mean, hell. It's always nice to be around topless, beautiful women. But he had gotten so used to seeing you. Your face. Your body. Touching you. Smelling your strawberry scent.

Jimin situates himself next to Jungkook, the rest of the group aligning themselves along the seats in front of the stage. He eyes Jungkook, taking note of how uninterested and bored he was - so bored that he even caught him trying to hide his yawn. Maybe he was just tired, as with everyone else, but that just meant his special lady friend wasn't out yet.

"You three, up. Now." Bigs says, coming into the backroom from the floor, pointing his finger towards the curtains. "Phoenix, remember. Don't throw no stupid ass attitude out there, playing hard to get like you're some kind of queen." He scoffs in disgust before dismissing the three of you. You roll your eyes, already highly irritated being there since it was originally your day off and no one wanted to give you answers as to why you needed to be there. Mr. Bigs had almost all the dancers out here to tonight, why the fuck would he need you?

The lights are off for a quick second before they dimly shine onto the stage, the music playing loudly in the background. You step onto the stage, your eyes instantly landing on the man front and center.

Jungkook.

You swallow the lump in your throat seeing the rest of the boy band around him, already smirking and licking their lips at the sight of you and the two other dancers on the stage. Jungkook adjusts himself in his seat, fixing his jacket as he sits upright to lean forward onto his knees. His eyes are glued onto you, almost like he's confused as to why you're here right now.

Why you're giving him and his boys a show.

Jimin catches Jungkook's slight uneasiness, his gaze following Jungkook's onto the stage. His eyes were set on you, the pretty lady swirling her body around the silver pole in the middle of the stage.

"She's fucking beautiful." Yoongi says, immediately getting up and reaching into the inner breast pocket of his jacket to pull out some bills. He stands in the front, almost blocking Jungkook's view of you. He catches Yoongi placing a couple of hundreds under the bottom portion of your fishnet bodysuit. The bodysuit that captured your curves so perfectly - thighs thick and full, ass cheeks popping out of the thong portion, your titties and pussy very visible through the fishnet material. God, you were a fucking beauty. Jungkook watches as you squat in front of Yoongi, bouncing up and down before you get up scandalously and shake your ass in front of his eyes. "Ohhhh shit." Yoongi bites onto his bottom lip as he laughs and tucks more bills near your thigh.

"It's his birthday!" Hobi yells, causing you to smirk at Yoongi and grab his hand to let him feel up on your breast. Jungkook shifts in his seat, a little envious of how Yoongi was able to touch you in that way before he was able to. Like fuck? Could it be my birthday too? Could it be my birthday everyday? He was never gonna let this one go. He continues to watch as you push Yoongi back onto his chair and give him a birthday lapdance.

"Happy birthday." You say softly in his ear before getting back up on the stage to do some tricks on the pole.

One, two: Turn upside down.

Three, four: Wrap them legs around.

Five, six: Treat the pole like a slip and slide.

Seven, eight: Flip back up and slide back down.

"Damn, it's my birthday over here too." Jin says tapping his lap and tossing a roll of bills near you before looking over at Taehyung. He's also throwing bills onto the stage, but he's focused on the other main lady off to the side. Still doesn't mean he isn't throwing bills your way either, cause he is every chance he gets to look over at you.

"Like what you see?" Jimin jokes with Jungkook.

"Yeah." Is all he says as he's approaching you. He gives you this look, which you don't understand what it means, but you didn't have the time to decipher it right at this moment. You watch Jungkook closely, his mouth pressed tightly together as his eyes are still scanning your entire body before he brings them back up to meet your eyes. You crawl towards him seductively, your fingers lightly brushing down his neck before you gently tug on his jacket. He doesn't say anything as he tucks bills near your titties, giving you one last look before sitting back down in his seat.

The main show comes to an end pretty quickly afterwards, other dancers making their way to the poles if they wanted or kept serving the boys whatever they needed. You hop off the stage, collecting your bills and folding them tightly together, tucking it deep on the side of your breast to keep it hidden. You head outside to get some air because what the fuck just even happened? You weren't expecting that whatsoever, even though you knew better than that. You should have always thought there would be a chance you'd have to do what you just did. You should have always been prepared.

"Lil mama, you looked good dancing up there in that tiny ass suit you got on." One of the men in Bigs' crew said as they lingered outside the backroom door, smoking cigarettes. "What do you say? Wanna come home with me so I can help get that off?" He smirks, approaching you.

"I'm only out here to get some air, please don't come up to me with all that bullshit." You spit out, causing the guy to furrow his brows at you.

"This one's got a little fire in her." He laughs, coming closer to you. "Whatchu gonna do if I don't take no for an answer, miss thang?" He grips your wrist tightly. You try to break free, but after tonight, you were too fucking tired to even deal with his stupid shit. "Oh, she's weak now?" He grips tighter, making you wince as you try to pry him off. He brings you closer, his face inches away from yours - so close you can smell the smoke and alcohol mixed together, coming off of his breath. Suddenly, you hear someone clear their throat behind them, their attention going from you to the individual. "Oh shit, it's Jeon Jungkook." You watch as the man lets you go, Jungkook standing there with his hands in his pockets and jaw clenched. He doesn't say anything besides nod to acknowledge them. "Big fan, dude."

"The fuck? I had my private show scheduled with Phoenix almost 10 minutes ago. You guys have been holding her up?" Jungkook is obviously throwing on an angry act because you didn't have any private shows booked tonight.

"Shit, my bad. I didn't know—"

"You didn't know cause you were too busy being a jackass?"

"Mr. Jeon, no disrespect here. I'm sorry I took time away from your show. Please, take whatever time you need with her - on me." He says, his friends silently standing by as they throw their cigarettes and go back inside.

"Yeah, it should be on you for fucking wasting my time." Jungkook doesn't say anything else, but he does glare at him until he's almost tripping over himself making his way back inside the club. "You okay?" Jungkook asks, coming closer.

"Yeah. Thanks." You rub your hand up and down your arm, the cold air nipping at your skin.

"I thought you said you weren't working tonight."

"I wasn't supposed to. Bigs just told me I was requested to be here tonight." You raise your eyebrow. "Wait, how did you not know? I thought it was—"

"You thought it was me that requested for you?" He chuckles. "Funny that you think I'd share you with the guys."

"Sooo?"

"I don't know." He shrugs. "Maybe he just wanted his best dancers to be here."

"Hm." You slightly smirk at the compliment. "Best dancers, huh?" He rolls his eyes and playfully sighs.

"Yeah, don't milk it." A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips.

"You gonna be here all night?"

"Possibly since it's Yoongi's birthday." You nod. He stays silent as he looks at you for a bit, his head slightly cocked to the side.

"So does he get a pass for tonight?" Jungkook chuckles and shakes his head.

"Only cause it's his birthday."

"Mm, not even because he's your senior or anything of the sort?"

"Nah." He smiles a bit. "Not at all. I hope you know I'll never forget it."

"Please, I didn't know Jeon Jungkook was a drama actor, too. What can't he do?" You sarcastically say.

"Okay, say whatever you want." He kicks the dust below his shoes as he lightly chuckles with you. It's silent again, but it's a calming silence. There's no awkward vibes or anything of that matter. You begin to rub your arms again, the cold nipping at your skin harshly. "You should get back inside, it's freezing." He watches you shiver in front of him. He isn't sure if he should hand you his jacket, even if he does want to help you out in the slightest bit, but he figures he shouldn't since you still needed to finish your shift.

"Okay." Your expression softens. "See you in there?" He silently nods, watching your hips sway back and forth until you're deeper in the club. The night doesn't end for everyone until a little bit past 2, close to 3am. You're hauling your tired ass back home, Kai struggling and barely making it alive as soon as you walk through your front door.

"Jesus fuck, thank god." He shuts the TV off and covers his entire body with the blankets.

"Kai, I told you that you didn't have to wait."

"Well until you're out of the club, this is my life now." Why was everyone so dramatic tonight? You chuckle to yourself.

"Okay, if you say so. Night bubba."

"Night." He yawns. In about 2 seconds, he's back to snoring loudly, causing you to laugh to yourself as you get ready for bed.

[jungkook] 3:14am: home?

[y/n] 3:17am: yes. you?

Maybe Kai didn't have to stay up for you after all.

[jungkook] 3:23am: yeah.

[jungkook] 3:24am: i'm assuming you had a really long day today so sleep well, Y/N. can i call you tomorow?

[y/n] 3:20am: you can, i don't know if i'll answer though. :) goodnight jungkook.

And so Jungkook smiles to himself before grabbing a water and heading back to his dorm room. He was slowly getting used to your sarcasm and attitude, being that he has never had to deal with someone being this way towards him. It was fun, and new.

"So was your lady actually there tonight?" Taehyung asks with Jimin sitting next to him.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Jungkook scrunches his nose before turning on his heel to walk away.

"Wow, Jungkookie is being selfish. Namjoon hyung go scold him." Namjoon laughs.

"Jungkookie don't be selfish." Joon says nonchalantly just to keep Taehyung happy.

"Yeah, yeah." He shuts himself in his room to get ready for bed. Jimin silently sits next to Taehyung as they relive the night's events before going to bed. He had seen you and Jungkook talking outside, which only solidifies his assumption.

And he was onto you.

i'm good on that pussy shit; i don't want what i can get, i want someone with secrets that nobody, nobody, nobody knows

track six: gangsta - kehlani