#not everyone has money to make this an expensive hobby. not everyone has a car to aid them with that hobby.

[beeseverywhen]

I just think that if someone's paying their rent and they are using the land you rent to them for its intended purpose (growing food and flowers for my households use) what does it fucking matter how they do it. Like please. What is the point. Chill the fuck out

[orimuraa]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ Gotta make that money make purse - OT7

(synopsis) ✰⋆⁺ when enhypen loves spoiling their girlfriend ༯

ot7 enhypen x fem!reader ✰⋆⁺ fluff ✰⋆⁺ enha is richhh ✰⋆⁺ headcannon ✰⋆⁺ wc 762

✗♡✗♡✗♡✗♡✗♡✗♡✗♡✗♡✗♡✗♡✗♡✗♡✗♡✗♡✗♡✗♡✗♡✗♡✗♡✗♡✗♡✗♡

𝑳𝒆𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒈 - 이희승

he would probably take you on weekly shopping sprees at the very high end stores

wouldn’t let you buy anything with your own money

gets sulky when you do :(

he would give you his card whenever he was away so you could still spend

since he’s a prada ambassador, you have everything prada

he loves smothering you with gifts because this big baby loves you so much !! (pls never leave him)

he gives off penthouse vibes, not mansion idk ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

overall, he just loves spoiling you so much <3

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑱𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈 - 박종성

okay here me out

he’s the type to surprise you with a luxury brand gift pretty much everyday

like, this man would be like

“surprise! i got you a chanel bag!”

my man is nawt here to play

he needs to make sure his princess is well taken care of !!!

he has a very very very fancy car that’s probably worth more than my life

and he loves to just take you out on little driving dates to random places to see the view

he’s just so romantic and loves you so so so much

𝑺𝒊𝒎 𝑱𝒂𝒆𝒚𝒖𝒏 - 심재윤

my little jakey over here will never be caught not spoiling you

this man absolutely will go broke for you if it means you’re happy

you’ll be like, looking at something for a second longer than usual things and he’ll buy it for you

he saw that you liked a post of a golden retriever on social media, and bam! next day, you’re now owners to a baby golden retriever

he just loves spoiling you because you’re so beautiful and perfect and sweet to him that he wants to be able to pay you back somehow (even tho you told him you don’t need all these gifts)

gifts galore!!

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒏 - 박성훈

he gives off the richest of the richest vibes

he’ll probably be the type to take you out to really expensive dinners and just spoil you so much

you would have an entire closet dedicated to the dresses and clothes he gifts you

he knows your exact style by now so whenever he sees something that reminds him of you, it’s bought

he would make sure to remind you not to spend your own money because why would you do that when you have his money? so silly

he loves you very much and he likes to show that through his gifts sometimes

and the result of that is your room being full of expensive items that have been gifted to you <3

𝑲𝒊𝒎 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒐𝒐 - 김선우

he seems like the type to be a very rich person who doesn’t like to show it off too much idk

he would spend his money on super expensive skin care products so you two can have luxury skincare dates

he is superrrrr rich but he likes to spend it on more meaningful items rather then luxury brand stuff

he would make sure the item meant something to you and him but also make sure it was the best one, even if it meant it was hella expensive

he will though occasionally spoil you rotten with a luxury brand item

he cares for you so so so much <333

𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒘𝒐𝒏 - 양정원

kinda like, sunoo, i feel like he would be more about spending lots of money on more meaningful things then just straight up expensive things

he likes to make things have meaning to it and so whenever you see it, it’s a happy thought

because his girl always deserves to be happy and loved

you two would share a really nice and expensive apartment together and it’s just super cozy

you wouldn’t expect a millionaire to be living there i guess is what i’m saying

but he will not allow you to pay for your own things because why would you when he’s around?

𝑵𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒂 𝑹𝒊𝒌𝒊 - 西村 力

okay, unlike the other maknaes, nishimura riki is going full out

he will make sure everyone knows how much he spoils you

he LOVES to shower you in gifts from gucci, prada, chanel, etc. because his favorite hobby is spending money on you <3

in his eyes, you deserve anything and everything <3 he just loves you so so much

he would definitely make sure to spend lots on your hobbies too

even if it’s something small like, for example, collecting sonny angels! he would buy out the entire stock just for you

alllll the furniture in the house is above $1000

have y’all see his $6000 couch in his room??? yeah, that’s what’s in your guy’s shared apartment

he wants you to be appreciated the way you deserve <3

✗♡✗♡✗♡✗♡✗♡✗♡✗♡✗♡✗♡✗♡✗♡✗♡✗♡✗♡✗♡✗♡✗♡✗♡✗♡✗♡✗♡✗♡

sooo, new style today! please lmk if you like this style of writing or the other one better cause then it can help me and give me good feedback! tysm for reading, likes and reblogs are always appreciated!!!

⚘. Perm taglist: @vmpivory

[soxcietyy]

Racer Yuta Au

Yuta x fem reader

Part 2

Your dragged to a car meet up by your uncle and you have a wonderful time. Though you and your babysitter keep getting under each others skin.

˚₊‧꒰𓆩 ♱ 𓆪꒱ ‧₊˚ forbidden love, brat, 5 year age gap. Illegal activity’s,

"Uncle Gojo, are you sure it’s okay for me to tag along? Isnt my dad going to get mad?" You yell as he turns on his loud car. The exhaust roared loudly in the garage making it echo. Gojo was a illegal street racer, number one to be exact. He would drag race anywhere anytime. He used to work under his dad but having so much money made him pick up an expensive hobby like this. Your dad was currently in a buisness trip trying to recover lost data from the company. He might of agreed to let you explore the underground racing world when he was younger but now he retired from that. Ever since then you were to not go anywhere near such thing and he made that clear.

"Geto isnt here, plus it’s not a race it’s a car meet up. You’ll just be my plus one for the night. Cant really afforded to miss it." He says as he opens the door to his dark blue Supra.

You mumble that it’s going to be his fault if your dad found out about this as you got in. He rolls his eyes and closes the door as you got comfortable. When he got in you tightly grip the seat knowing this wasn’t going to be a smooth ride. You’ve seen your uncle drive and it did not look safe nor fun at all. Your dad would always talk about how many tickets Gojo has gotten and the cars he’s wreaked. All you could do was hope for your safety and not complain. As he drove out the garage you held your breath and with a hard step on the gas you guys were on your way.

When you arrived you reached inside your black purse and popped a mint into your mouth hoping it would relieve your anxiety. You weren’t sure if it was due to the terrifying drive or the amount of people starting to surround the car. You look at Gojo to see him smiling wide. This probably fuled his already exploding ego. You know he loved the attention and loved being the best at everything. He loved the girls, the money, but most importantly he loved crushing peoples hearts. That dream of destroying Gojo in a race might never come true for some people.

"Relax, don’t be scared nothing is going to happen to you. Nobody will lay a finger nor look at you dirty once they know your with me. Just make sure to stay clear from a few folks around here." He said before stepping out. You watch as people cheered and were asking him to rev his engine. He said a few words before coming to your door and opening it. When he did the noises from the crowed silenced. They’re probably not used to seeing him come with a plus one. From what you hear at get togethers was that his relationships are not allowed near his hobbies at all. So who knows what could be run in through these peoples minds.

When you appeared you saw that everyone had their eyes on you. Scanning you up and down to see what was good about you. Your clammy hand grabbed your other arm as you stood there shyly. Maybe you should have stayed home. Why did your dad think it was a bright idea to let Gojo babysit you. You were 18 for crying out loud.

Before you could ask Gojo if you can go back inside the car you saw someone emerging from the crowed. You watched how a tall guy with black hair and dark eyes approached your uncle and gave him a hug.

"Gojo, I didn’t think you were coming today. You told me you had business to attend to." He said as he backed up and looked at you. "Oh" was the only thing he said at you.

"Yuuta this is my niece, y/n this is Yuuta. He’s also a street racer and I guess you could say my pupil. Not trying to brag but I don’t think he would be the second best racer without my guidance." Gojo said all smug.

You’ve heard of this guy before, Gojo talked about him here and there. He’s 23 years old, one of the best drag racers, your uncles pupil, calm, friendly, but had a scary aura around him. He was in your dad’s last race, Yuuta ended up coming second meaning he beat your dad. Then your dad simply retired, not because he lost but because he knew it was time to look for something new.

You give him a small wave as you stepped behind Gojo a bit. This guy was pretty scary looking, not only because of his hight but you could feel something off.

"So is she also a far distant relative to me?" Yuta asks bringing his attention back to Gojo.

Ah that’s right they were related in someway now that you remember.

Gojo laughed and shook his head. He leaned towards Yutas ear and whispered something only you could hear. "She’s Geto’s daughter."

Yuuta looked at him shocked before looking at you again to see if he could spot the similarities. You glare at Gojo knowing that your dad wouldn’t want these kinds of people knowing about his daughter.

"Hey now that you’re here, I kind of have to talk to Sukuna for a bit as much as I hate the thought of it but it’s about the next race. Can’t have y/n around or Geto will kill me if people know who she is. Can you watch her for me? She’s a good kid and won’t be a bother." Gojo said as he pushed you towards him.

"Oh yea that’s fine." Yuta said as he looked down at you to make sure you were okay with it too.

Not like you had much of a say since Gojo smiled and gave you a thumbs up as he left. You both stood there for a minute until Yuuta spoke up.

"There about to start doing doughnuts want to go look?" He asks.

You give him a nod and follow him to where a crowed was forming. Pushing your way through to the front you could see a large space in the middle. You could see burnt tire marks from past meets on the road. You were so excited when you saw a mustang come out from the crowed. It was bright orange with black streaks. It had custom rims and such cool details on it. The crowed started cheering as the show started. The car started going in circles leaving skids on the floor. You could hear how it screeched at sharp turns and how the rubber burned. This was way better than seeing it through social media. You look behind you to see Yuuta smiling but he wasn’t looking at the car. He was looking at you.

After that finished he took you around the lot to look at other cars. So many different models, so many different body kits. No car looked the same and some were exotic. You met so many new people and had great conversations about how they managed to get there car to look at that. Yuuta also spoke to people but you didn’t pay much attention nor did he pay much attention to yours or so you thought. A guy came up to you and started to flirt with you. Saying how he would love to take you on a date and talk more. He said he loved your energy and style. He then proceeded to ask for your number but Yuuta stepped in and put a stop to that. You were kind of irritated by it seeing that he just cock blocked you.

"Let’s head to my car, I need to make sure nobody is messing with it. We have to be more careful and make sure nothing is tampered with now that Sukuna is here." Yuuta says as he leads you through the crowed. It was a bit hard for you to keep up seeing how he took long fast strides. You were wearing heels didn’t help the situation either. People looked shocked seeing Yuuta with a girl. Did these men lack in women or is their a rule to not bring a female to such gathering? Though when you took a good look in the crowed there was a good mix of everyone.

Eventually you made it to a white Nissan GTR. It actually quite suited him but you also took him for a Subaru type of guy.

People surrounded his car too, taking pictures of it and while looking at the details. "Alright I’m going to chat with these guys for a while so just do whatever 16 year olds do. Also don’t accept anything that isn’t from me, understand?" He says,

You looked at him in disbelief that he thought you were younger. "I’m actually 18 sir, we’re not that far apart according to Gojo. Five years to be exact." You say as you walk to the back of his car. He stood there shocked, probably trying to figure out how old your dad was when you were born. Spoiler alert it was when he was 15! Usually people think you’re joking when you say he’s your dad.

Suddenly a girl grabbed his arm taking his attention from you. She was tall and had short hair, almost like a greenish black hue. They seem to be fond of each other if they’re smiling and hugging. Maybe that was his girlfriend.

You sigh as you lean on his car while you scroll through social media. The car meet was going great but you didn’t appreciate being passed around to be babysat when you were a grown adult. The breeze blew making you shiver. Maybe it was a bad idea to wear a tight skirt with a small top. While you cursed under your breath everytime the wind blew someone was getting closer.

"Got bored of watching your boyfriend flirt with another girl?" You hear someone say. You turn to see a guy with blue hair and Heterochromia eyes.

"He’s not my boyfriend but I am bored. Came to entertain me?"

You lift up a brow curious to know why he came up to you. He makes up a small conversation that had you actually happy to engage in. Finally someone who didn’t belittle you nor treat you as a kid. He was somewhat surprised that you knew more about car than he initially thought. All those hours of watching your dad nerd out about cars payed off. He offered to give you a free ride around the block but you declined knowing Yuuta would freak out about it. Though you were interest what ride he had. Could it be a classic? Or a newer car that was modified.

"Hey don’t you think wearing something like that is too scandalous? Such a short skirt for this cold weather too." He says looking at your body.

Your hand touched the tiny goosebumps on your leg.

"Yea I was kinda rushed out the house so I didn’t really plan this outfit out. Are you trying to say you don’t like it?"

He held his hands up in defense, "no no I quite love it. It suites your body so well and- oh it seems we might be in some trouble. Seems your guard dog has finally payed attention to you." He says nodding his head to the person walking behind you. "Glad we could exchange contact information. Here just in case you get parched. Seems like you’re not being well taken care of right." He says as he hands you a water bottle.

You happily accept it as you watch him walk away. He was right about not being taken care of right. You have yet to eat dinner and would have loved if someone handed you a jacket. Bringing the bottle to your lips you take a sip. The cold water made you shiver a bit. You suddenly felt your body be pulled by the arm. Then shoved to the side of the car. You look up surprised to see a not so happy Yuuta over you. You back pressed hard against the car as he looked at you with thoes dark eyes. He ripped the bottle out of your hand and poured it onto the floor.

"Did I not say to not accept anything that isn’t from me?" He says.

You let out a sigh as you cross your arms and look away. "I’m thirsty, at least someone cared for me. Your busy chatting with a girl and left me alone."

"And what the do you know about being treated right? This place isn't safe for innocent gullible girls like you." He sighs as he runs his hand through his hair. "Get in the car, clearly you can’t be trusted to follow directions." He says as he opens the door next to you.

You couldn’t believe Gojo said this man was calm and friendly. That was an absolute lie, he was such an ass and so much more.

You stood in your spot refusing to do what he says. He looked at you with such a demanding look but that wasn’t going to make you break. Your dad taught you to be strong. No man was going to tell you what to do. You both stood there for a minute before he slammed the door closed and grabbed you. In a quick second he lifted you up and sat you on the hood of the car. You gasp as he spread your legs open causing your skirt to slowly lift up. He then proceeded to put his body in between you.

"Didn’t think Gojos niece was such a brat, listen I’m in charge of you and your going to do exactly as I say even if you don’t like it, it’s not because I hate you but this is for your safety." He said as he placed his hands on both of your sides.

He was so close that you could see the turtle neck under his black leather jacket. The veins in his neck that pulsed as he grew more irritated. You could smell the cologne that he was wearing and feel his warmth. You couldn’t help but notice how good looking he looked like this as much as you hated him right now.

Okay maybe he was a little bit too good looking right now. All of a sudden you felt too shy to meet his gaze. "I don’t want to go in, I want to stay out here with you." You say as he sighed sounding unconvinced.

He looked down as his watch before responding to you. "Fine, but you better be on your best behavior. I don’t like girls who don’t listen." He says as he takes of his leather jacket and wraps it around you. You have no idea why but those words did something to you. For the rest of the night you stood next to him listening to him talk. You looked at the way he spoke, the way he laughed, how his Adam’s Apple would move up and down, how the veins in his arms showed when he opened his hood and showed the inside work. You were almost like a dumbfounded little puppy looking at its owner. Sometimes he would smile when he caught you looking at him.

you weren't embarrassed to admit to yourself that you've grew a crush on him just in the few hours that youve spent with him. It was normal for a girl to fall for a guy this fast right?

You end up falling asleep in his car by the time Gojo decided to appear. He lazy strolled towards Yuta who was getting ready to go for the night.

"Sorry I took so long, kind of got into an altercation. Hes not so easy to talk too." He says as he points at his busted lip. "Oh I see she fell asleep, tired the little brat out huh?" Gojo says as he looks at you snooze from the open window.

"So you knew she was a brat but painted her as an Angel huh?" Yuuta smirked.

"She’s my niece, obviously I’m going maker her seem like that. Hey you didn’t do anything funny right? She has a tendency of somehow getting what she wants." He said looking at him serious for a minute. Yuuta knew what he meant by that and simply shook his head.

"I respect you too much to lay hands on her." Yuuta spoke as he walked to the door and opened it.

"Good, I’ll take her from here then, also the next race i-" a crowed of running people caught Gojos eye before he could finish. Both of the men watched in silence waiting to see what was the cause of chaos. The second they saw red and blue lights they looked at each other.

"On second thought you keep her for now. She’s going to slow me down if I take her right now. Meet up at your house." Gojo said as he started running to his car that was across the parking lot.

Yuuta quickly ran to his car as people began to yell that 12 was in the area. Cars began to turn on to escape causing the place to light up. Yuuta reached for your belt and tightened it on you, soon after he pressed on the gas and left the area speeding. This wasn’t his first run in with the police so he was confident in not being caught. That was until he reached sudden traffic causing him to break hard, both of your body’s lurch foward and then back. This waking you up with a panicked expression.

"What’s going on?!" You say looking at him.

"Just going out for a ride.” He says trying not to freak you out.

"Oh that’s really lovely did the police department also decide to tag along? You have four of them a few cars behind us by the looks of it." You say.

The second the light turned green he accelerated, weaving through the slow traffic. You squeezed the door handle as he easily went over the speed limit. You were too young to already have a criminal record. You may not get charged as bad as he does but they will still charge you as an accomplice. How would this affect you college application? The car swerved every sharp turn he made until he made it to a dark neighborhood. In one go he turned the wheel completely to the right and drove up to drive way. He quickly turned the car off and unbuckled his belt.

"We need to get off now." He says as he opens his door. You proceed to do the same but by the time you get out you could see the cops patrolling the area, shinning there flashlights to every car. Yuuta quickly grabbed you and pushed you on the floor behind some bushes. His body laying low on top of yours. Both of you are breathing heavily as you could hear someone approach the car. Shinning the light inside the car to see if he could find anyone. Those few minutes felt like eternity and while you should have been worried about being caught all you could think about was the body over you. You look up at him to see his serious face looking around. Trying to figure out if the coast was clear. His face was dam from all of this. Sweat slowly rolling down his face even if it was a cold night.

You wanted him so bad, you wanted to pull him in and kiss him, you wanted to make him yours. You could just imagine being with someone like him. So mature, so tall, so protecting. His chest rose up and down quickly as he tried to catch his breath. He looks at you once again and leans into you.

"What are you looking at like that?" He whispers into your ear making you burn up.

"Nothing! Im just scared, this is a first for me." You say sitting up as he backs up.

When you guys tried to look for the officer you noticed he was now gone. You flatten your skirt down and brush off the dirt from yourself. He proceeded to stand and helps you up by grabbing your soft hand.

Walking to his car he reaches inside to grab something out of it. You follow behind intrigued by his actions. When he gets back to you he’s holding your purse in his hand that you must’ve left. Seeing a big guy like him holding your tiny hand purse made you feel like he was your boyfriend. You could just imagine how that would be like. You shyly thank him as he hands it to you.

You ponder weather you should drop a hint of you being interested in him or just dropping the bomb. You debate until you decided not to drag things around. "Have you ever wanted something bad but knew you had no chance?" You ask him.

He stood there for a second. Hands in his pockets as he thought about the answer. You guessed he did have something like. It made you wonder if he was able to achieve it. "What has you feeling that way? From what I heard you have a tendency of getting anything you want. So I really wouldn’t be worried about it."

You laugh as you lean onto his car. Looking at him in the eyes as you smile. "If I tell you want I want, will tell me if I’m capable of achieving it?"

He gives you a nod signaling for you to continue. You put your purse on top of the car as you approached him. Wrapping your arms around his neck and getting onto the tips of your toes, you whisper three simple words.

"I want you."

You say as you pull back to look at him. You could see the tips of his ears turning red from the dim light his house provided. His cheeks than began to flush. You were astonished seeing him act this way, you’ve seen him interact with girls today but he didn’t act like this. Did this mean he also had some interest in you?

"You don’t want me y/n, I’m not the type of guy you think I am, you don’t know me." He grabbed your arms from around his neck and put them down. "Well I’m going to get to know you." You intertwined your fingers with his.

"I’m a very jealous, serious, and aggressive guy. I wouldn’t want to ruin your innocence and take advantage of a girl like you. To top it all off your Gojos niece, and your dad wouldn’t want to see you with a guy involved with illegal things."

"I have a feeling that it’s because of our age gap." You cross your arms. You were disappointed in being turned down like this.

"Listen Angel I could give less fuck’s about being five years apart. I just don’t think I’m capable of maintaining something so pure and innocent. It’s like giving a tiger a bunny. He’s just going to eat her alive." He said holding your chin up so you could look at him. "So run while you can and find someone better."

You push his hand away "and what if I don’t run? What if I keep crawling back to you? You have no idea what you’ve done to me Yuuta. I’ve never felt so desperate for someone before." You say as you hug him.

"I need you so bad Yu." You bury your face in his chest.

"Y/n we can’t, I- what about Gojo? If he finds out he’s going to kill me." He says trying to fight off the urge to embrace you back.

You let go of him and look at him with your puppy eyes. You were begging him at this point to give you a chance. You just needed him to see that you were worth his time. He slowly runs his hands through his hair stressed.

"Fine but don’t make me regret this."

[honeytraits]

Searching for Love!

Modeste Ward: A Bachelorette Challenge

Born and raised in Del Sol Valley to Judith Ward and a presumed one-night stand, Modeste has been in the limelight from birth, following in her mother's footsteps as an actress.

You'll often find her strolling the streets of the Valley or enjoying San Myshuno, cameras and crowds in tow.

Modeste has a talent for embracing her fame, though it's a double-edged sword. Sims fainting? Probably near Modeste. Teens clamoring for autographs? That's Modeste. A famous baseball player caught in a steamy exchange with a Ward in her car? Definitely not Modeste.

In relationships, Modeste seeks kindness but hasn't always been treated well. A hopeless romantic, she craves attention from anyone, regardless of how they treat her.

Entry Guidelines: All Genders are welcomed, we welcome all races, etc! Be diverse! Go semi-crazy with your sims lore! Must be Young Adult/Adult sims! Humans only sadly :C I own all packs! If you have any CC, please add them in tray files or however its done, i'm not quite sure.. but make sure its maxis match! No romantic trait, everyone is looking for romance here! At least one negative trait! Add hobbies, likes & dislikes, or sim characteristics This is all for good fun and I thought this would be a great way for people to show off their sims! If you have any questions, please feel free to ask! One outfit per category, please! When entering, when you pose your entry, please use the tag: #modestebachelorette or just tag me!

Contestants: 1. Cole Bautista (@simsinfinitylt) 2. Pixie O'Grady (@invisiblequeen) 3. Cassie King (@deathclawfaggot) 4. Harper Levine (@changingplumbob) 5. Skye Robin Langley (@daedriyth) 6. Plearnpichaya Petchsutee (@dridsimsheart) 7.

No deadline, I'm accepting entries until I get 7 sims! Send me a private dm so you can be slotted! First come, first serve!

Meet Modeste Ward she/her | twenty-three Pansexual

High Maintenance Snob Materialistic

likes - money, duh - ballet concerts - retail therapy - extravagant parties - expensive getaways - physical touch

dislikes - cold weather - dogs - spicy foods - her mother Judith (sometimes) - rude people

Fun Facts

Modeste knows ballet but its a hidden talent of hers She loves spoiling/being spoiled people that are close to her she wants to be a ballet dancer instead of a fashion model she's somewhat of a people pleaser to her mother and other celebrity friends she has.

….she has some mommy issues

Modeste is looking for her Miss/Mister right, will you be them?

[xanaxspritz]

✨my headcanons of how each jjk sugar daddy would take care of you ✨

𝑔𝑜𝒿𝑜

likes to show off not only his expensive cars but his beautiful lady as well. babes you are PAMPERED with spa days, vacations, and private shopping at Dior and Hermès. most of the time he's not even looking a price tags.

not only is he independently wealthy, but he's got that gojo clan money 💴💴💴🤑 so of course you get dibs on the expensive family heirlooms. you spend most of your time in his Tokyo high-rise penthouse pursuing your creative hobbies while gojo is out being the strongest sorcerer in the world.

���𝒶𝓃𝒶𝓂𝒾

not as flashy but he's makes sure you're taken care of first. he pays all your bills: rent, utilities, car, and hair and nails. he loves seeing you in lingerie so he's constantly gifting you the cutest La Perla and Agent Provacteur. when he has a good amount of down time between meetings, he loves a nasty quicky in his car behind his work building.

you never carry a wallet with him, minus having your ID on you. living together, don't mind doing the cooking and cleaning in his luxury apartment, as long you two still get to take your bi-annual all expenses paid vacation to the 4 Seasons in Bora Bora. 🏝️

𝑔𝑒𝓉𝑜

even though he's runs a cult, not many people know how exactly loaded he is. a few weeks after dating you find a large black box inside your studio apartment along with a bouquet of flowers. to your immense shock, the man literally gifted you a classic Chanel flap bag. he's quick to snatch away the bill from you when you two go out to eat.

geto is possessive, he insists on hiring a private driver for you to come from your apartment to the temple, as well as a private security detail. "to keep you safe from those monkeys" he says. you eventually move into the temple with him though. to make sure everyone knows that you're his, he gifts you a custom Tiffany necklace, adorned in yellow diamonds that spell out suguru. 💎

[feyhunter78]

Hi author I had a request English isn't my first language so please excuse me for bad wording.

A modern spy Aemond x reader when he's slightly possessive yandere for her and he's undercover when he meets her not sure about the details do I'll leave it to you .

Also, I love your work, and if you don't like this idea, feel free to delete it 🩷

Hi love!!! I'm so happy you're enjoying my work and your English is wonderful, don't even worry about it!!! This was such a cool idea, and it gave me a chance to try out that headcanon style of writing! I know it's probably not exactly what you had in mind, but I hope you like it!!!!

Modern Spy!Aemond Headcanons

You weren’t his target, not even close, and yet he couldn’t stop himself from following you. He was one of the agency’s best, known from his perfect aim, and intimidating aura that kept the authorities at a distance.

You’re just a normal florist, who goes about her day, never noticing the man with mismatched eyes and a scar down his face. You feed the stray cats in the alley behind your shop, and visits your grandmother every Tuesday, content and happy with your peaceful life.

His target works in the bank across the street from your shop. The bank that’s definitely protecting more than just its customer’s money. Intel tell him the man has ties to the cartel, but his gut tells him it runs deeper than that.

But his target is smart and stays within the building, never leaving unless escorted by guards, too many for Aemond to dispatch in broad daylight without causing a scene. So, he waits, and while he’s waiting, he bumps into you.

In a floral sundress, with a bright smile on your face, you’re carrying a bouquet of sunflowers, and don’t see him until you’ve collided with his hard chest, dropping the blooms.

“I’m so sorry.” You say sweetly, eyebrows drawn together in distress as you scramble to brush any petals or pollen from his shirt.

“It’s alright.” Aemond says, bending down to help you collect the fallen flowers. “Only a fool would be angry to run into such a beautiful woman.” The smile on his face is practiced, smooth and charming, his voice low, and wraps around you like velvet.

Your face flushes and, you stutter out a “thank you, and again, sorry.” Before you take one of the sunflowers out of the bundle along with your business card and hand them to him, rushing past him and into your shop.

He catches the sweet floral scent wafting off you, and he’s hooked. He’s in your shop constantly, first under the guise of wanting to get his mother flowers then his sister flowers, then he drops the excuses and spends half the day following you around the store and making conversation.

You don’t mind, you like the company, and he’s a handsome man. It feels…nice to have his attention focused solely on you. So, you buck up the courage to ask him out, and he says yes.

He takes you to an expensive restaurant where everyone seems to know him, and by the end of the night you’re in his lap. Back pressing into the wheel of his sleek black sports car that probably cost more money than you’ve ever made in your life.

He says he works in finance, a job too boring to talk about, he only wants to hear about you, your dreams, interest, hobbies, every detail of your life is utterly fascinating to him. It’s flattering, and you bask in his devotion.

Aemond is split between completing his mission and wanting to spend all his time with you. He’s had the head banker tied up in his apartment for days now, hesitant to turn him in because then the mission would be over, and he’d have to disappear.

He doesn’t want to disappear, not after he’s gotten a taste of you, there must be someway to keep you by his side. He strokes your hair, watching you as you sleep, cuddled into his side. Maybe he’d suggest you both take a trip, settle in Essos and continue working from there. You could set up a new flower shop, or if you wished, you could stay home and wait so pretty and patient for him to return.

He hums lowly as he considers his options, and pulls you closer, breathing in your sweet scent. Regardless of what he decided, no one was going to take his sweet girl from him, he’d make sure of that.

Tag list: @nyctophilic0vitnir, @svtansdaddyx, @fan-goddess, @dc-marvel-girl96, @shintax-error, @bellameshipper, @the141bandicoot, @the-phantom-of-arda, @haydee5010

[garrettwrites]

There's a particular type of post that I hate for it misses the entire point of some online "aesthetic" communities, via total exaggeration of the majority of people that are part of it.

You need to understand what a fantasy is. Even if it's unrealistic and you hate it. Because it's a fantasy, sometimes an escapist one, not reality.

I was raised in rural areas from 11 to around 20, first because me and my mother moved to live with a friend, and then because I was orphaned. I know the hard work of living in the countryside. I know what it is like to carry tones of wood from the truck to the garage to heat up the house and water for winter. I know how cows infest the nearby areas with flies and the smell of shit. I know chickens are disgusting. I know no white clothing would remain white for long. I know you sometimes live so far from the nearest market you need to use a car (thankfully I only had to walk twenty minutes).

Cottagecore or any variation of it are not that. They are a fantasy. An escapist dream. The return to a glamourized pastoral genre of fiction and ideology. Cute homes that remain always cozy (despite you never deep cleaning them). Baking complex recipes in your beautiful and plant covered kitchen (which magically has no flies). Taking a stroll to a nearby river and resting there for a bit (your house came from the sky and you didn't pay an exorbitant amount of money for the location). Having so many books and old fashioned hobbies and knowing how to both tend to a garden, do embroidery, crochet and woodworking (because this is your ideal world so you have no job taking up time). You have time to write your books, draw your art, maybe go out with your countryside friends. You may have a loving, imaginary partner who is just part of the picture too (because they're not real, so you can imagine them as unrealistic as you please).

Same applies to the dark academia or whatever.

It's a fantasy. A fantasy you can try to bring little by little into your life, but it's ultimately impossible to fully achieve. Chill out. You're not cool and quirky by hating on people who make extensive and picture perfect pinterest boards or run sideblogs with pictures of expensive stoves and animal themed pottery. You just look like an asshole.

"But farm life isn't like that!!!!!" So what? As long as people don't think caring for cows is easy and cheap, and get one only to mistreat her due to negligence... I don't see how their fantasy is harming anyone.

Some people accept unrealistic, borderline insipid (imo) books because "everyone has a different taste". Books you actually pay for. But then you shit on people who are posting pictures of dreams with zero real world consequences involved? It's the exact same thing.

"But people will start thinking it's fun when it ain't!" If you go ahead and buy a farm, waste thousands on decorations, get twenty chickens and five cows without any research... it's not because of a pastoral fantasy. It's because you're an idiot who doesn't think of the ramifications of your actions. We all have fantasies. Good lord.

My fantasy is to have a small neo gothic palace with a farm on the back, near the woods and with a small stream running through. It snows there, because I've never seen snow. Everything is dark and with a vague vampire theme mixed with neo-classic stuff, along with wall and ceiling paintings. I have expensive turkish rugs and tapestries with mythological scenes. I have a loving husband and two cats, along with a mare. I spend my days writing books and drawing illustrations, ocasionally doing history papers. My gigantic home is always clean despite no one doing so. Later, I have a child running through the place. Food is always warm, coffee always served.

Do I think I'll ever get this? Fuck no. But it's a goddamn fantasy for a reason, and as a writer, I can also commit it to paper. Who cares about how hard maintaining such a house would be? I don't live in it.

[ryiju-muunie]

Resonance starts Revolution

FBI Agent!Zoro Roronoa/Sanji Vinsmoke Warnings: graphic depiction of violence, eye gouging, gun wounds, shooting, car chase, unrealistic violence sort of, cross dressing, animal/human hybrids, POV Zoro, drug dealing, this takes place in land-locked michigan, brook is a skeleton, humor, zoro has gender issues lowkey, transphobic!Franky, betrayal with a twist, this is not going the way you think, angst, ambiguous relationship, open ending, maybe ooc at times Word count: 12217 DESC: Zoro was a skilled agent used to going undercover to finish the job. He didn't expect to have to deal with an annoying cook while trying to take down a major drug dealer. OR Sanji was a skilled chef used to cooking for the pickiest of clients. He didn't expect to have his whole night shifted upside down due to the looks of a beautiful lady.

Hope you like this xx

NOTES: I had this idea while seeing a TikTok of Zoro dressed up in a fancy dress. I wanted to write this for SO LONG and I'm finally doing it! I really wanted this to be a heartfelt story with random details thrown in and mini subplots that all tie in together!

Zoro Roronoa was one of the most skilled agents in his force. It was obvious from the way he never backed down from a fight, especially to protect his colleagues. He never stopped putting his life on the line if someone was injured. In fact, it made him feel stronger. It gave him a sense of pride to risk it just to ensure his friends were safe. It was in his blood; from the fact he came from an extensive line of tigers who fought mercilessly against tyrants and enemies of nations. He would do anything to take down the biggest of criminals, so it wasn’t a surprise to him when he was called in to talk about a new mission. 

His boss, Nami, who was one of the only people on the force he was truly scared of, sat before him. Her desk and the way her chair propped the woman up, made her seem taller than she truly was. She wore dark colored pantsuits typically. Her ginger hair was back in a slicked bun, a few strands sticking out from the wear of the day, and her tabby ears were flattened against her head. Either way, she looked great for being just a bit older than the agent himself. She looked young. It was the fact she wasn’t as stressed as everyone else, taking on a leadership role rather than a hands-on one. Or it was the fact she was practically loaded.  

This job paid well, but Her's paid excellent. She was drowning in so much money she didn’t know what to do with it. Zoro half hoped he’d have that problem soon, but like everything it took time. He wasn’t opposed to saving up, but collecting swords was an expensive hobby he couldn’t seem to quit. 

“Roronoa,” she spoke, lips pressing together as she looked over a manilla folder in her dainty hands. It was a new job, but something about it was making her hesitate. The man always got first pick due to his seniority and the fact he was, let’s face it, strong as hell. A bit of a flex, sure, but it was true.  

“I’m not sure if you’d want to take this,” Nami finally continued, closing the folder, and handing it to the man. His brow furrowed just a tad. What did she mean? Nothing could really deter him from fighting, even the darkest of cases. There were things he had seen that he vowed he would never let happen to another human being, but that didn’t mean he would be scared to have it happen again. If the worst of it was a little undercover torture, he could take it.  

The man was a disciplined specimen. Every day he would wake up early to work out and eat a balanced breakfast, consisting of heavy protein and a lot of vegetables. This didn’t mean he skimmed on dessert. No, he had more of a sleeper build as they called it. A softer frame, but when he flexed, suddenly, he doubled in size. It was amazing how his body worked, turning the spy into a whole new creature when he was fighting. 

Zoro looked down at the file and opened it, seeing the face of someone he knew all too well. The Soul King of Detroit, Humming Brook. God, that guy really got under his skin. It was someone he was so close to catching, but he always slipped out of his reach. He was a skeleton, which was a whole other phenomenon he chose to ignore, with disgustingly bony cat ears coming out of his large afro. He always donned a sort of vintage look, kind of like a pimp. A big purple top hat with a zebra trim, and a large coat to match. No one knew how old the guy was, but everyone assumed he was ancient. I mean, hello, talking cat skeleton for crying out loud!! 

Humming Brook was one of the first cases the tiger took on himself and one of the first cases he failed. It was a huge blow to his rookie ego, but it was something that had to happen. It humbled him and helped him grow to become a stronger agent. He vowed he would destroy Brook and all he was worth. And he’d make sure that bounty of 383,000,000 dollars was squashed. No one would take him down but the green-haired agent himself, and himself alone. 

So, Brook was there, but why would Nami say he wouldn’t want to take on this case? Reading it, it was the same old same old. A drop point at some fancy restaurant downtown, a restaurant that was known to protect some of the biggest drug lords in the city. It was exclusive and quite hard to get into. But knowing Zoro, he could get into anything. Then he saw it. He saw the face of a woman that they had brought into custody a few months prior, a woman who was a part of a notorious drug ring Ninja Pirate Mink… something. She had signed a plea deal, her immunity for information against the Soul King.  

The thing about that woman was that she resembled Zoro an awful lot. Her face was like his, but a bit rounder and fuller, with poutier lips. Her hair was blonde with brown roots, bangs coming down to her eyebrows. She was a bit curvier and quite a pretty woman. If she wasn’t a part of a drug ring, he’d consider her a ten.  

It clicked as he saw her, looking up to see his boss, “...You want me to dress up like a chick?” Of course, that’s what she wanted, and he couldn’t even be mad. It was such… such a good plan. Of course, he was going to do it. Dressing up never bothered the man or even once touched his masculinity. He never gave much of a thought to dressing femininely but for a job? He’d do anything. If it meant dressing up like a woman and living as that for months or doing it for one month.  

When he asked, it wasn’t a question as much as it was a statement. Zoro had already agreed in his mind by taking the manilla folder and opening it. If it involved Humming Brook, he was going to do more than just dress up. He was going to become the best damn woman he could be if it meant he would be caught.  

= 

The plan was simple enough. Cameras had been set up already by another set of agents, putting them in perfect view of the drug lord’s signature table. He would have to catch the lord in the act of taking the drugs, see them exchange currency, and then exit. All they needed was evidence. It was just the last piece of the puzzle for the FBI to take him down and put him behind bars. He could see it, the Soul King rotting in a jail cell. All he wanted was to be able to see him in court as they brought in pounds of evidence, a handful of witnesses, and video footage of the exchange.  

All of this was dependent on Zoro, and his ability to look as feminine as possible. That morning, he went to the special effects artist they had hired for this operation. His name was Usopp, an alligator he had actually heard of. He was known in the community for being able to morph faces into works of art, both realistic and utterly inhuman. It was amazing how a few prosthetics and blush could turn a brooding man into a plush woman.  

He applied some prosthetics to his bottom lip, cheeks, and neck- everywhere. Anywhere that would be considered traditionally masculine or too sharp, it was covered in some tan mush the agent didn’t know the name of. Once it hardened and once the makeup artist began to apply the foundation, it was hard to recognize himself in the mirror. Zoro felt like one of those actors going into a role, just to play a new person every day. It felt strange to have that… plastic [if it was even plastic] on his face. It didn’t burn, no, it just made him very aware of his skin and its imperfections.  

They didn’t speak, but the two men had a mutual understanding. This was for a job, and it had to be perfect. It wasn’t about whether he liked it or not but getting as close to the photo as possible.  

Although Zoro had to admit, it was a little weird when he had to put on the fake breasts. It was a kind of suit that he had seen drag queens wear the one time he had watched Drag Race at 2 in the morning. It wasn’t a good skin match, but Usopp quickly corrected it with more foundation and powder. It wasn’t uncomfortable either, new to having two big lumps on his chest. Especially since they were … oddly realistic. Well, the makeup was making them very realistic, with skin imperfections and veins.  

Once the prosthetics and makeup were done, it was time for the wig. The wig was the freakiest part, how realistic it was. It was nothing like those costume wigs Roronoa had seen in Spirit Halloween or Walmart during the holidays. It had bangs, which he thought would mean they’d pop it on and call it a day. But no. They had to glue and fasten the hair to his head, even though he said he’d be careful. Usopp simply shook his head and got to work with glue and patience. Now, the wig was uncomfortable. It squeezed his cranium and brushed against his neck uncomfortably. That’s why the man always had his hair in a short buzz cut, it was easier and saved time. Not to mention he saved butt loads on shampoo and conditioner alone.  

To skip the gory details, once he was tucked and waxed [which was worse than any torture Zoro had faced in his entire life] it was time to put on a dress. Hours had gone by, pure silence on both ends. And finally, Usopp spoke up.  

“This is when you can, uh, choose your outfit. Nami thought it would make it less awkward if you chose it yourself,” he spoke nervously, a tan hand coming to rub against the back of his neck. Choose whatever he wanted. Well, he wanted a dress that was for certain. He knew when it came to fancy places women always wore dresses, well the women he knew. And he knew, something something, they color coordinated, right?  

Hm, he didn’t want to match with the blonde, but he didn’t want something that wouldn’t go with his lipstick. It was a dark red shade that Zoro was starting to like. So, something red, then maybe if the dress came low enough, he could wear some sneakers. I mean, women had to be comfortable too!  

“Red,” Zoro gruffed, pointing to his lips, “Something like this.”  

Usopp nodded and motioned for him to stand up from his chair, following him into a room of dresses. Every style and every length of dress was littered on rows of hangers. Well, this would be his heaven if he really cared, but he was in search of something that matched. That would be easy right? Wrong! Fashion is way harder than anyone has ever let on!  

It took the agent ages until he found the perfect dress. A dark velvet shade of red, on actual velvet. It was off the shoulder and long-sleeved [which defeated the purpose of waxing his arms but WHATEVER], showing off his newly made chest and how seamlessly his makeup artist blended it into his shoulders. It was floor length, even dragging a bit as he walked. It was perfect, and with some convincing, he was able to put on his own ratty sneaker's underneath. The only thing he didn’t like was the feeling of the blonde hair brushing against his back, but he’d deal with it for one night.  

When Zoro finally got to look at himself for the last time, he was stunned. Was this what looking like a girl was all about? Being cutesy? He had to admit, he didn’t mind looking like this. It grew on him how he felt in this dress and with these fake breasts on. But before he could marvel at himself more, the door behind him opened, and in came his partner for the operation.  

Sadly, he wouldn’t be doing this alone. His partner today was the most annoying rhino he had ever met, Franky. As always, he strolled in with an air of confidence. Usopp had gotten to him too, an older suit donned on his large muscular body and a large blob of facial hair littering his face. It didn’t go with his blue hair, which was swooped up in his usual style, but he didn’t really care. Nami had insisted he had a chaperone, someone to keep their cover believable. The woman he was impersonating never went to restaurants alone, and it would cause suspicion if she did the one-night Humming Brook would be there. Besides, the bigger the man the less likely anyone would try anything weird on him.  

“Oh, who’s this hot chick?” Franky grinned, eyeing the tiger playfully before continuing, “It’s Zoro!” He pointed to his colleague with a stupid smile and then clasped his large hands together, “How's it feel to be hot?” 

Zoro frowned, “Great. How does it feel to have a beard?” He motioned lazily to Franky, who was looking past him to admire his own reflection in the large mirror.  

“I feel like a hundred dollars!” He shouted, raising his hands, and pointing two thumbs in his direction, “Do you have your girl voice down, hot stuff?” Of course, if Franky was dying Zoro would do anything to save him. But it didn’t stop him from wishing he would shut the hell up and go live in a cave where he would never bother anyone again. They were work friends, and that was about it.  

“Girl voice? The hell is that?” Roronoa furrowed his brow and turned to look at himself in the mirror. What was a girl's voice? I mean, some women had higher voices than him. Was that what his colleague meant? That was easy, right? He cleared his throat and smiled firmly, “I’m Nanami Tera-” voice crack “-moto.”  

Franky pressed his lips together before bursting out into loud laughter, bracing himself on his knees as he cackled out, “Oh you sound like shit! BAHAHAHAH!” He threw his head back and snickered, just rubbing it in Zoro’s face.  

Well great, he didn’t have a woman voice.  

Then thought for a moment. Franky was wrong, he knew plenty of women with deep voices! Like Robin, their other co-worker had a nice deep, and smooth voice. A woman could have any kind of voice! The hell was he on about trying to make him pitch it up higher when he couldn’t? Zoro pressed his lips together. Of course, he could make it sound a bit more feminine, but who needed a high voice? He surely didn’t to be the perfect woman. 

And he was going to be the perfect woman. 

- 

The two arrived at the restaurant a few hours later once it hit 7:30 PM. Their reservation was for 7:45, and Nami had insisted they were at least ten to fifteen minutes early. The two stepped out of the rental car the operation was loaned, closing their doors, and promptly locking it. The restaurant, Baratie, had a sort of underwater theme to it. Blue walls and several floors just from the look of it. And of course, there would be loads of people. It would be easy to spot the Soul King for the fact he was a literal skeleton, so they didn’t have to worry about it. All they had to do, truthfully, was show up and sit down at their preserved table.  

Brooks table was a corner booth right beside the kitchen, to the left of it. As they were seated, they saw a large window for food to be seated and taken by the servers. That meant they had eyes on the chefs too, which was useless to Zoro at that moment. He was more focused on seeing the drug lord in the flesh as he was seated, Franky sitting across from him with his back to both the skeleton and the kitchen.  

To say that thing was tall was an understatement. He was huge, his legs almost coming out from under the table as he lounged. His large coat puffed out, and his top hat perfectly sat atop his large amount of hair. Beside him were people of all varied sizes and faces, all with one common goal, completing the drop. There was a high-profile client who was coming to drop off a generous sum of money and pick up a heavy number of drugs, Sukiyaki Kouzuki. He was a man who had never been seen in the flesh, due to some gang related activity involving his son. That made it easier to make this drop in public. No one would notice him slip in and out, being just a simple older man as he was described from witnesses. 

Zoro was focused on catching glimpses at Humming Brook, he didn’t notice the waiter coming up to begin serving them. He had his hand resting underneath his chin, propped up by the table as he stared. He wasn’t thinking of much, but just imagining how it would feel to rip those bones apart. Would he fall? Would he even feel it? Would he die? Or instead, would he just come back together like those turtles in the Mario games? All those thoughts were squashed as he heard Franky clear his throat. The man’s eyes flitted to his coworker, who was giving him a wide-eyed stare and motioning to the antelope-server with his head.  

Oh right, he had to order something.  

The tiger shifted in his seat, leaning back, and man-spreading his legs. His right arm lounged over the back of the chair as he picked up the menu with his left, “Uh… Get me a… Pasta…?” Zoro put the menu down and looked up at the server, raising his eyebrows.  

The deer staring back at him looked a bit… would perturbed be the right word? No, something more like stunned. He had blonde hair, a bit that covered his left eye, blonde ears, short antlers that barely poked out of his hair, and a very strange eyebrow. It curled a bit at the end, in a way Zoro had never seen before. Stubble covering his chin and littering a bit of his cheeks, clearly, he didn’t do an excellent job shaving. Or that was the style among aristocrats. His expression was a mix of a slightly opened mouth and a wide eye, followed by an intense flush on his cheeks. What? Had he never seen a woman before?  

Zoro cleared his throat, “Curly-brow, did you hear me?” It was rude, but he didn’t care. It wasn’t like he’d see this guy after this, and if he did, he doubted he’d be recognizable when taking all this makeup and fake boob-age off.  

Curly-brow, as the agent was going to call him now, blinked a few times and pressed his lips together, “Yes.” That was all he said, instead opting to stare at the agent dumbfoundedly. God was this guy stupid? Can’t a girl get some quality service without having to ask twice?  

He blinked slowly, “Okay.” Roronoa shifted back to sit comfortably in his seat, turning his attention to the skeleton, who was busy laughing loudly in his corner. What was he even laughing about? There had to be some information he missed while dealing with that dumbass. No one new had joined the table and no one had left, which was a good sign. The drop wouldn’t happen for some time, as their leak said it would be about 11. They had a lot of time to sit and wait until it was just the right time.  

But as Zoro was intensely staring at the drug lord and planning his next moves, he was interrupted again by that bumbling server, “And what’s your name miss?” Seriously? Did this guy not get the hint he didn’t want to be bothered?  

He turned his head back to the blonde and went to say his actual name, before pausing, “Nanami Teramoto,” then the green-haired male narrowed his eyes, it would be good to know the server by name in case he needed water, he supposed, “Yours?”  

“Sanji Vinsmoke at your service! It’s such a pleasure to serve such a beautiful woman like you, Nanami-swan!” And he was down on one knee like a pathetic antelope-dog, taking Zoro’s freshly waxed hand in both of his smaller ones and grinning.  

What the … hell? 

Zoro wasn’t sure how to feel. I mean, he knew he looked great in this disguise. In fact, he felt great in this. Although, he’d never admit this to Franky, knowing he’d never be able to live it down. But being fawned over in this sort of costume, especially with this level of theatrics was making him … flustered. Never had someone looked into his eyes, held his hand, and said earnestly that he was beautiful. Never had someone stared at him like he was a treasure that had been hidden for thousands of years, uncovered by just them. It was weird, sure, because he was being treated like a pretty girl … but, he had to admit it was getting to him.  

If he ignored the woman part, it was a nice compliment, that’s what he was getting at.  

So instead of speaking as he should have done, the agent just stared at the server with his ears pressed back and with a dumbfounded expression [think of the Megumi face]. The corner of his mouth twitched as if they had just made eye contact, staring at what felt like forever. His cheeks were heating up in a way they never had before. Not like he liked that guy or anything, this whole display was annoying!! [He’d take the compliment sure, but Sanji gets off your knees PLEASE] So flustered was the wrong word. Him, the great Zoro, getting flustered over some guy? Psh! He just was compliment starved or something! 

The server paused and slowly let go of Zoro’s hand, standing up and shuffling away with a red face, mumbling something about pasta. Before he scurried off to clearly hide in the kitchen.  

Franky burst out into laughter, slamming his fist loudly against the table, “Damn girl! You got him!! Even acting like that!” He smiled, wiping the corner of his eye with a large finger.  

“Like what? All I did was ask for pasta,” the agent frowned, shifting around to get a better look at the Soul King who was chugging an unmarked bottle while his table chanted. What morons, he thought, rolling his eyes away from the scene.  

“You know,” his colleague cleared his throat, bringing a glass of water Zoro didn’t notice had been placed there, to his lips, “Like a man! Slouching and shit.”  

…Did women not slouch? He was weird, but he knew plenty of women who had mannerisms like that, deep voices, high voices, good manners- you name it. But they were still women. While he was in this get up, he was a woman. Regardless of how he acted, he wasn’t going to change himself to fit a societal expectation. If Franky thought he wasn’t being womanly, well, who even cared what Franky thought? He was some bull-headed rhino with a tusk for a nose!  

Zoro decided not to say anything but nod along. If he thought being a woman meant sitting straight and talking like a baby, he sure as hell had never met a woman before.  

- 

Thirty minutes had passed before they saw Sanji again. They hadn’t gotten their food, but this wasn’t just your regular restaurant. It was notorious for taking a few hours for the experience. It was all about sitting down and enjoying the company of the person you chose to bring with you, so for Zoro it meant hell. He hadn’t gotten much progress in staring at Brook; Every time he thought the drop would happen it turned out to be just a prostitute going to powder her nose in the bathroom. Hey, he couldn’t judge. He was starting to feel a bit oily too, thankfully Usopp taught him how to powder and reapply lipstick.  

The deer pranced over their way, a rose in his hand as he completely blocked the agent's view of the Soul King. Zoro furrowed his eyebrows and sat up, shooting a glare at the server. He didn’t seem to notice, instead handing him the rose with a smile. The man looked at the rose, then at Sanji, then the rose, then at Sanji again. Oh, this guy was going to be persistent.  

“Yes?” The tiger asked, trying to sound polite but the flatness of his voice said otherwise. He never had many ranges in his voice, aside from when he got angry.  

“For you, Nanami-swan,” the server nudged him with the rose. He was so shameless about it, doing it in front of the man Zoro’s fake identity was clearly on a date with. Franky couldn’t have cared less, watching for his own entertainment instead.  

“Oh, thanks,” Zoro took the rose and looked down at it, before sticking it in his own cup of ice water, “Bye now.”  

Sanji didn’t seem to hear the bye, instead going to speak again, “We have our own indoor garden on the second floor. I hand-picked that for you to ensure you had a great evening.” Great. I don’t care.  

The green-haired male went to speak but he was interrupted, “I hope you don’t mind me saying this, but” the antelope put his hand atop the others, which caused a weird feeling to arise in Zoro’s gut, “You have such captivating eyes.”  

And the flush was back, causing him to just stare blankly at Sanji. His eye twitched this time, his palms beginning to feel just the right amount of uncomfortably sweaty with that soft and warm hand atop his own. How was this guy so soft? He had to lotion himself, or were those deer guys just naturally soft?  

Not to mention, this guy was good at compliments. Zoro must have been very compliment-starved, all his words were catching him off guard. No other reason for feeling that- no not flustered, just … caught off guard! Yeah! No one spoke about his eyes, let alone called them captivating. To him they were just … dark. Dark and brooding perhaps? Well, I take that back, Franky called his eyes soulless once. They were soulless, dark, and they were brooding. They weren’t captivating. He was beginning to suspect this guy was just saying anything to get into the tiger's pants.  

Before he could speak, the blonde was gone and going to another table. Great, now he was sweaty and left to stew over what he could have said. Zoro stood up from his seat, taking the small clutch purse Usopp had recommended for the evening in his hand, “Bathroom,” he mumbled, pointing his free hand to his face. He was not going to use the bathroom in this get-up. He wasn’t sure how women did it without getting the dress inside the toilet. He wasn’t going to bother.  

Franky nodded his head and took a sip of water, turning his head over to the skeleton as his colleague walked away. Brook was doing nothing of importance since the drop was oh so many hours away. Why couldn’t they have gotten there closer to the drop? Nami was always so damn particular about everything, it had to be early, and it had to be when she said so. That’s why she was such a good leader, everyone was terrified of what she’d say if you objected.  

The bathroom was easy to find, just tucked in the corner beside the entrance. There were three floors to the restaurant, the first of which was for the host to check you in and for general waiting. The second was the garden room, more of a middle-class seating area. The room was littered with distinct kinds of foliage, making it seem like a homely cafe rather than a fancy restaurant. However, the third floor was where the criminals were hosted. Zoro wasn’t sure if it was owned by another company, but it was completely different. It had a fancier feel, something he’d see out of a mob movie.  

If anything, this whole place was a sketchy front for something much worse. But he didn’t have the evidence for that.  

He walked into the bathroom and set the clutch bag on the counter. The mirror was big, perfect enough for many women to crowd around and touch up their makeup. Thankfully, he was alone, aside from a few women in some stalls. The man paid them no attention as he pulled out a small compact and a puff. Makeup was so complex, it even confused him. Every step had to be taken exactly right or the whole routine would turn flat. It could take minutes to mere hours, that’s where he didn’t understand it. How could someone spend so much time on that stuff when they could be doing anything else, like collecting swords?  

God, Zoro missed his swords. He knew that was weird, but when he was away who was there to polish them? Who was going to dust them off every night? He’d have to give them extra care the next morning because he knew they’d be missing his touch. They were his babies, in all seriousness. If anything happened to his wide collection, he’d lose it.  

As he was lightly pressing powder into his nose, an older deer entered the bathroom. She looked to be about sixty, with grey hair pulled into an intricate style, with a large tuft covering one of her eyes, and greying ears hanging from either side of her head. The man didn’t pay much attention to her as she stood beside him and propped her own bag onto the countertop. She looked familiar, but he didn’t want to stare. He had met a lot of women in his line of work who were criminals. She was one of them.  

With a slight sigh, Zoro rummaged into his bag for the lipstick. It was a small tube that could have easily fallen out, and he was beginning to suspect he dropped it. There was no way he had! He was so careful! But, as he kept scouring, he couldn’t find it. It wasn’t inside the clutch, even as he emptied it out onto th- 

Clank. 

And there fell a handgun onto the countertop.  

The agent froze, staring blankly at the gun. How could he have forgotten he packed a gun? How did he not, I don’t know, see it, and think to himself, ‘Let’s not empty out this clutch for I have a GUN INSIDE IT!?’ Especially, since he had dropped it in front of a civilian. An older woman, no less, who was unsuspectingly applying a dusty shade of coral to her lips. She hadn’t seemed to notice the gun as Zoro scrambled to get it back inside the bag.  

But then, she glanced over and looked down at the shiny metal thing that caught her eye. She … strangely enough, didn’t seem too bothered by it. Instead, she went back to looking at her reflection and murmured, “Good idea.”  

He blinked slowly and placed his hand overtop the gun, moving it back into the clutch without a sound. I mean, the top floor was riddled with criminals. Was it hard to believe anyone seated up there didn’t arm themselves? But the bathroom was at the entrance, and the restaurant had two floors. One floor had to be the one opened to the public, the front where they could appear as normal and quant as they liked. Then, of course, the third floor was housing the Soul King of all skeletons! 

“You know. My son works on the top and I always tell him, ‘You need to arm yourself. It’s dangerous!’ But he never listens,” she shook her head and put the cap back onto her own lip product, pressing her lips together, “Maybe he gets that stubbornness from his father…” The woman looked at Zoro and smiled, the wrinkles on her face pulling back slightly and creasing around her eyes.  

The man nodded slowly, his cat-like ears flattening a bit as he spoke, “Yeah.” That’s all he could muster himself to speak, closing the small bag and pressing it close to his stomach. She wasn’t scared, but she was used to this. Watching her in this light, being face to face with the woman, she looked so familiar. But he just couldn’t put his finger on it.  

“If you are dining on the third floor,” the older deer continued, pushing some hair behind her twitching ear, “Be careful. Apparently, some FBI agents are coming to arrest that, uhm, skeleton man. It’s going to be a blood bath. I told my son, ‘Don’t work tonight!’ But he insisted on being there to help in case it went sour, you know. He’s so kind. I had to come and see him.”  

They had a mole.  

Zoro felt his ears begin to ring as the woman continued. They had a mole? Someone knew about their operation. His mind began to run through names, someone who could have revealed such confidential information. It couldn’t have been himself and Franky was too stupid and dedicated to telling a soul. Not Usopp, he signed so many NDA’s that it would kill him to dare cross the fucking FBI of all places! It had to be someone else he didn’t know, someone in the background of the operation that handled all the messy details he didn’t need to worry about.  

The tiger decided not to let Franky know, but instead keep it to himself. If they were discovered, the last thing they should be doing was talk about it in public where someone could hear. As he approached the table, he saw his enemy, that damn server, striking up a conversation with his co-worker. Simply great, he had been waiting for him to get back. This love-server-cook was starting to get on his nerves. Sure, his compliments made Zoro feel all nice and fluffy inside. And sure, they were coming from a genuinely heartfelt place- but it was just annoying! He had a job to do! Even if they were, three-Ish hours from the drop.  

Three hours? God!! Couldn’t this skeleton make it interesting and, I don’t know, throw a bomb at them? Speed this up! 

Zoro shook his head and cleared his throat, causing Sanji to turn on his heel and gape at him, “Oh Ms. Nanami-swan! I’m so glad you’re back!” The man smiled tightly and shuffled back into his seat, sitting down and sighing. Is this what it meant to be a pretty girl? Always having men come up and try to fuck you? It was irritating.  

“Hey,” he nodded to the server then turned to Franky, “Anything interesting?” He raised an eyebrow as his colleague shook his head to signal a bored no. Clearly, he was feeling it too. He could use this server to cure his boredom. Doing a quick glance, he could see that the Soul King was busy laughing loudly with his posse, so there was nothing to check for now.  

This deer-antelope guy could serve as entertainment for now.  

“What’s your name again?” Zoro asked him, turning his head and letting his long blonde hairbrush against his cheek. It was a direct blow to Sanji’s ego, even if it was accidental. He could tell from the way he paused, and his eyes widened.  

“Sanji,” he spoke, a little frown pulling at his lips. Well, shit. He didn’t mean to make him sad. It’s not Zoro’s fault the guy has the most unmemorable name on the entire planet!  

The tiger pressed his red lips together and looked at the rose sitting in his ice water, “I really like the rose you gave me.” His eyes slid over to the server, and he smiled just a bit, “It was really nice.” There wasn’t a reason to be rude to the guy even if he was a total pain in the ass. And he needed something to pass the time, so idle conversation would do for now. 

However, the conversation was cut short because Sanji instantly got a nosebleed. His cheeks reddened and he covered his nose as blood gushed down his chin. Oh … great. Without speaking he awkwardly pointed to the kitchen and made a B-line for it, squashing any chance of conversation. Zoro looked to the side with disinterest, blinking slowly. Well, so much for entertainment.  

- 

Two hours passed with no word from Sanji and strangely enough, no food. It was one thing to have a dining experience with appetizers and drinks being served at your leisure, but they were the only table without an entrée. This whole operation stunk. Not only was the infamous Soul King doing nothing but laughing and making a mockery of himself, but he was doing just that!! Nothing!!! What a lame ass night!  

Franky was trying to occupy himself by folding his cloth napkin into various shapes that didn’t hold, while Zoro was staring up at the ceiling. At this point, if Brook was going to do nothing the two agents at least deserved to eat. He was going to get up and complain, maybe talk a cook's ear off so he would get his damn pasta sooner, but finally, something happened.  

An older man entered the restaurant from behind him, stalking past his right. He wouldn’t have paid attention if it weren’t for the fact that he was headed toward Humming Brook’s table. That’s what caused the man to sit up and nudge his partner with his foot. Franky sat up and furrowed his brow, about to speak when Zoro kicked him and moved his head toward the back table. That old guy had to be Sukiyaki, here early for the drop. It was strange, why was he here so early? It didn’t make sense for the leak to know one time but for it to instead be another. Unless their leak had tried sending them misinformation to get them off track, making them miss the target time. At that moment, Zoro had to really appreciate what Nami did for them. Even if it was fucking irritating how early she made him arrive at operations.  

The man, who was presumed to be Sukiyaki Kouzuki, approached the table and raised his hand in a greeting. He didn’t speak from what the agents could hear but instead motioned to sit at the table with them. Brook sat up straighter and said something, as the older man nodded in agreement. He wore older attire, which led Zoro to believe they had the right man. All those groups wore vintage stuff. It was their code, how they found each other. He never understood it, but he didn’t want too either. 

“Do you think the drops even tonight?” Franky asked, keeping his voice above a hushed whisper, “What if the leak lied and this isn’t the guy?” 

Zoro shook his head, “No this has to be. An hour earlier isn’t anything. Maybe she just got confused,” he replied, looking down at the table, “We need to find a way to hear what they’re saying.”  

“Let me bug the table,” Franky smirked.  

His coworker frowned, “You are not.”  

“I can totally bug the table.” 

“Do not- FRANKY!” Zoro reached his hand over the top of the table, trying to grab the buffer man across from him. But he was too late, as the rhino got up and winked at him. Of course, he was reckless, and he was stupid. He was going to do something stupid and get both killed at that rate. It would be better than just sitting around, he supposed. I mean, if Franky did something that made them obvious to those bunch the worst that would happen would be some shallow gun wounds. And he could handle that. 

Franky strode over to the table, catching their eye instantly. He looked like one of them; If Roronoa didn’t know him he would’ve thought that at least. They spoke for a few seconds, and he placed his hand on the table. It was a subtle move, trying to put the bug down somewhere, on the table or a saltshaker, without them noticing.  

Then he stood back up, pointing back at the other agent and laughing. Zoro had to admit, he was charismatic. Even if he was an idiot, he was a good talker. That’s one thing that he, himself, lacked. His voice was always so flat, and he always thought with logic rather than noting how people felt, unless, of course, he really liked them. Feelings just got in the way of working a case. It was better to use logic than do something irrational.  

It was starting to look off, though, when his partner wasn’t returning from the table. They were all talking, Brook sitting up and looking at him with intensity. If Zoro didn’t know any better, he’d say they were found out and Franky was being held at- oh shit.  

The man put a hand on his clutch. The gun was still inside if he ever needed it. With the way these things were going, he would need it. He stood, trying not to make the fact he was aware of the situation known. He could still pretend to be oblivious in the face of danger up until the moment it was about to kill him.  

“Oh Nanami-swan do you need anything?” Just the voice he did not want to hear. He wanted this server, and all these guests, as far away from the impending altercation as humanly possible. Zoro knew it would get ugly and Zoro knew, just like that older lady prophesied, it was going to be a bloodbath. If he could simply get to Franky… if he could simply avoid the damn server.  

So, he did just that, he ignored Sanji’s voice and walked past him to the Soul King’s table. The agent donned a smile and placed his hand on his colleague's arm, looking to face the menace himself. Up close and personal, he could truly see what held brook together. The bones were almost melted together, a disgusting shade of off white. Almost yellow, like they had been baked in the sun and left to rot. His hair was infested with bugs. As he approached, he could simply smell the scent of death radiating off the skeleton. And there, in his bone hand, was a gun. It was pointed to Franky’s stomach, but not pressed against it.  

“Oh, who’s the lovely lady?” The skeleton turned his attention to Zoro. Of course, he knew who his fake identity was. He had to have been playing stupid, she was a part of Sukiyaki’s Pirate lyn- Whatever! Zoro chose to stay silent, looking over at Franky, who … didn’t seem phased. He had a plan going on inside his head on how to get out of this, he was sure, so the other wasn’t too focused on his expressionless face. For being an idiot, he knew how to navigate some situations.  

“This is my girl,” Franky put his arm around Zoro and pulled him in, pressing something to his back, “Zoro Roronoa.”  

. 

.. 

… 

Zoro froze, his body tensing at the realization that the object pressed against his back wasn’t a hand but a gun. He couldn’t move, or he’d be shot in the spine [duh], and he didn’t want to cause a scene. The worst thing he could do was cause a panic and let the Soul King get away. And … Franky. He couldn’t let Franky get away without explaining himself. This had to be a ploy, a technique he hadn’t told his coworker about to better further their plan: their operation.  

The gun pointed at the rhino, and slowly turned to the tiger, “You know Zoro, I think we would’ve made such great friends if you got to know me.” Brook giggled, that notorious cackle. It was spine-chilling. It was God awful. It sent a shiver down his spine as he was trying to think. A weak spot, a way to get out, a vanishing point. Something that he could use and something he could get out with.  

“Zoro’s does not like us. He’s not down with the times,” Franky chided, tauntingly, in his co-worker's ear. It was ironic, all of them in such vintage wear complaining about him being out of touch. Really, he could laugh if he wasn’t about to die.  

“Now!” The Soul King grinned, his skeletal face pulling back grotesquely, “You’re going to vacate the premises and let us do our deal quietly. Or I’ll just have to, I don’t know, kill you and everyone else!” If he was anyone else, he would have taken the offer and let himself be defeated. If he was anyone else that is.  

Instead, Zoro let out a breath and stepped on Franky’s foot, digging the heel of his stiletto into his toes. He yelped and dropped the gun, giving him a split-second window of opportunity. But before he could even use his legs and kick the table forward onto the drug lord as he intended to do, there was a gunshot, and he felt two hands grab his shoulders. He didn’t feel it at first until the throbbing sensation began to fill his hip. It was a slow and dull pain, that grew fiery and more intense with every breath he exhaled. A taunt, and a warning. It was the gun that sounded off and silenced everyone's chatter, made the cooks look up, and made the man who pulled him away glare ahead at them.  

The agent looked up, finding himself lying flat on his back. The table had fallen back onto Brook, and the gun was nowhere in sight. Had he flipped the table like he intended before he was shot? The man tried to sit up and assess the situation, get eyes on Franky, and put an end to this, but someone put a hand on his shoulder and forced him down. He looked over, squinting at the light blinding his eyes as he tried to find who was holding him back. He was a damn FBI agent for crying out loud! He could handle himself. 

“There’s a strict no-shooting our guest's policy,” Sanji spoke coldly, standing up and pointing a hand over to the drug lord, “Especially, our female guests. I’m going to have to ask you to surrender your gun while we call the authorities.”  

Was this guy an idiot? Telling a criminal that they had to surrender their gun to a server and do nothing while they call the cops? Oh my god. He was a civilian, the most he could do was evacuate the building while the real authority was able to deal with this bullshit. 

Zoro didn’t wait, he sat up and pushed the curly-browed server out of his way as he stood, “Shove it,” he grumbled, attempting to ignore the searing pain building in his side. This was different from the other times he had been shot. It felt as though the bullet was lodged between two discs if that’s even how his hip bones worked, making every movement a grinding mess.  

The Soul King pushed the table from his person onto the agent, causing him to stumble back as he gripped it. His heels dug into the tile as he halted himself and shoved it toward Franky, who was just standing there like the useless traitor he was. Another gun, more like a flurry of guns, pointed and cocked in the tiger's direction. All from Brook’s posse and all ready to kill him at any given moment.  

He had to say, if he was going to go out in this dress and makeup, he was going to make it badass.  

Zoro glanced at Sanji, who was gawking at him, “Get out will you?!” He barked, motioning to the rest of the restaurant as he looked at the drug lord, “Let me handle this!” And it was a split second before the chaos ensued.  

I know, reading this there are lulls and pauses between each event. But I want you, the reader, to imagine that everything is happening back-to-back to back-to-back, no pauses, no breaths.  

The guns went off and before he knew it, he was ducking and diving to force the antelope onto the ground. He fell onto his side, the side that didn’t hurt yet, but on top of the server. The man crouched and rolled onto his side, trying to find his clutch. While getting shot and thrown to the ground he dropped it somewhere, losing his gun. Bullets flew past him as he got onto his knees and pounced on a nearby prostitute. Bullets flew from before and behind him, clearly these guests had motives to defend themselves. Not that cook, who just laid there petrified.  

The woman shrieked as he pulled her down onto the ground, tussling until he managed to get the gun out of her hands. He cocked it and ducked down behind the drug lord's booth, peering over, and shooting a few bullets at the Soul King. It was a mistake, as one bounced off his bones and aimed itself right back at him. The agent ducked his head back and heard the bullet hit someone else, causing a scream to erupt. He turned his head to see a large man, burly and blonde, with the fury of ten thousand men building in his face as he hunched over.  

Oh, Zoro was going to get in so much shit for this.  

He looked over at Sanji who was now trying to crawl back into the kitchen. Good. If he could escape it would be one casualty, he wouldn’t feel guilty over. The man turned his attention to Brook who was … gone!? And Franky was missing too. They escaped during the chaos when his guard was down. When he was worried about that stupid server. Of course!  

Roronoa stood up and dusted himself off. The gunshots had gone down, and it had turned more so into a bloody mess. People running, screaming, shooting occasionally, and fist fighting for their lives. Yeah, he would be in shit for this. He turned his attention to the booth where the two most important guests had gone. By this point they were going to escape, in that car that Franky had driven them in, giving the agent no way to follow. He was trying to think, trying to plan, but the pain in his side was getting worse. Bullets like this were easy to ignore in high stress situations, but this was different. It hit something, something bad. But… he had to ignore it, right? For the sake of catching Humming Brook and for putting him away for the last time.  

“Sanji!” He found himself calling out, stumbling over to the kitchen, and forcing the door open, even if it protested. The kitchen staff were hiding underneath tables and behind countertops, clearly unprepared for such a disaster. That lady was right, they should’ve been armed or better yet not have shown up tonight. 

Zoro called out the deer’s name again and saw his head poke out from behind a table. He rushed to the server and pressed his lips together, “Do you have a car?”  

“Ma’am I don’t think it’s a safe idea to leave right now,” he spoke unsurely, motioning back to the door where the chaos was getting louder.  

“Answer me Curly,” he gritted, trying his hardest not to strangle the server.  

Sanji exhaled, “Yes I have a car.” Perfect.  

“I’m commandeering your vehicle. FB…I…” Zoro placed his hand on his hip, before realizing he didn’t have pockets or his clutch, where his wallet was … where his badge was. His eyes hardened with annoyance, and he looked away, trying his best not to seem disheartened by the fact he was going to lose this case all through his simple mistakes. Was it his fault that Franky was some stupid double agent? Was it his fault that he didn’t catch it sooner? I mean, he was one of the best agents on the force! How could he not realize that the rhino was really for the drug lord this whole time? It was something that he should have known, or at the very least suspected.  

The server’s face was neutral, barely showing off any thoughts rattling in his brain although the other man was sure he was full of them. I mean, the woman you had been fawning over all night turns out to be a super cool FBI agent? Of course you’re going to have questions.  

He pulled the car keys out of his back pocket, “Take it.” Zoro did, looking them over for a moment before clutching them into a fist, “I hope you can drive stick.”  

Are.  

You.  

KIDDING. 

ME!??!?! 

“You can’t be serious.”  

“Of course, I’m serious! Stick is the best way to drive, you know.”  

This could not be happening. The one way out to find the one criminal boss he had been searching for, for years was coming crashing down over the fact he never learned how to drive stick shift. I mean, it never really mattered to him, he wasn’t a car guy. Swords were where his interest piqued, but there weren’t that many kinds of swords or ways to handle them that differed. Learning stick had never been a priority for him, as he never did a lot of driving when it came down to his job. His partners always preferred it because he had a history of crashing company vehicles.  

Sanji must have seen the expression dawning the other man's face, a mixture of annoyance and pure defeat, as he stood up and grabbed ahold of his hand, “I’ll drive.” Okay he really was an idiot. He couldn’t have a civilian with him, that was a bigger risk than anything he had pulled tonight. Especially since, if something happened, Nami would have to terminate him for endangering his life. It was a huge risk, something that could easily end his career. But what choice did he have? He couldn’t exactly go out there and ask everyone to stop their fighting so he could take someone's automatic keys. 

“Fine.”  

- 

The two men rushed down the stairs to the lobby, where Brook and Franky were busy shouting. It was a relief to see they still hadn’t left yet, but another heaving sigh to see it was a chef who was stopping them from exiting. What was with these stupid blonde workers getting themselves into trouble when the real authorities could handle it? Zoro put a hand onto the server's chest to stop him from walking any further down the steps, lest they be caught and shot at once. 

The man was the same man who had been shot by Brook’s ricochetting bullet, shouting at them like they were nothing more than measly children who had gotten into trouble at school. He didn’t fear them at all; he looked like he could take both on without batting an eye.  

“Do you bastards know how hard it’s gonna be to clean up this damn restaurant because you wanted to sell some fucking drugs!?” He shouted, shaking his fist at the two of them. The older gentlemen didn’t even seem to care that Franky was pointing his gun directly at his stomach, or that Brook was also aiming a firearm at him.  

“Zeff, you have got to be kidding me,” Sanji breathed out, a look of terror riddled on his face. Zoro knew he had a few more seconds to act before the two criminals noticed him and the guns were turned in their direction. So, in the heat of the moment, he decided to cock his gun and shoot Franky in his shoulder. It would be a shallow wound that wouldn’t kill him but disarm him in that moment and for the time being.  

Franky let out a gasp and clutched his shoulder, turning and pointing his gun to the stairwell. The agent pushed the server down the steps and dove down, trying to evade the flurry of bullets sent his way from both Brook and his fellow agent. A few passed him but a lot of them dug deep inti his skin. A pang of nausea swelled in the base of his throat as his vision turned white. Bullets hit his shoulders, his arms, causing him to bite back bile and bite his tongue, stopping vomit from coming up and covering his dress.  

The antelope grabbed the tiger, pulling him up and gaffing, “We have to go! They’re getting away you- get up!” He pulled on Roronoa’s arm as he sat there, on his hands and knees. The man felt his breathing become shallow, heaving into the ground as he tried to ground himself. It was a different kind of feeling. Had he been shot these many times, or had he? Had he been shot before? Maybe he was shot before… Maybe he was never shot...? They were getting away, but that was so far… Getting up was far. If he could just stay like this for a second and rest, then he’d get up and catch Jack Skellington and Moto Moto… whatever their names are…  

Zoro’s arm was numb, he couldn’t feel the fact Sanji was trying to drag him forward as he heaved. He didn’t hear his words, but instead a ringing sensation deep in his ear drums. Was this what death was like? It was so comforting. Just … to close his eyes for a little bit and rest them. Then he’d get up. Yeah…  

“GET UP!” He felt a stinging sensation form across his face, causing the agent to gasp and heave, choking on air and impending vomit. The man leaned his head back, reveling in the fact his senses were starting to come back into his body. Was he… slapped? No, he couldn’t have been. Zoro looked over to the server who was staring at him with wide eyes, his hair pushed back to show both of his eyes. When were they blue? When were they so piercing?  

No- focus.  

Zoro shook his head and looked down, puke and slobber littering his hands. Okay, gross, when did he do that? Whatever, he blinked a few more times and lifted his arm, trying to feel for Sanji. Once he got ahold of the other man’s hand, he pulled himself up and exhaled. He had a job to do. Afterward, he could nap, yeah, napping would solve it. Just a long… long nap.  

“Where did they…” The agent began, but he saw the drug lord and his cronies as they were scurrying across the parking lot. It had only been a few seconds but God it felt like years. He nodded his head and pulled the other along, fumbling his hands for the keys. No, Sanji had the keys. Right. Right. He looked over at him, “I want you to follow that car no matter what.”  

The antelope nodded in turn, clicking his keys on to show his car. It was … dated, to say the least. Roronoa wasn’t a car guy, but he knew an old car when he saw it. It looked polished, and very well taken care of. Something that couldn’t go up past, say, 65? Which, if this was going where he thought it was going to go, it would be an issue. It didn’t have a hood, but instead an open-concept design. Maybe it was some ancient convertible that didn’t even look like a convertible.  

As they dashed to the car, they could hear gunshots sounding a few cars ahead before a loud screech. They were leaving and they were leaving fast. Zoro threw himself over and into the car, although he didn’t have to because his colleague opened his own car door and closed it behind himself daintily.  

“Start it up!” He grumbled, situating himself and craning his neck to look over where Brook was heading. Sanji turned the car on and backed it out, oh-so-slowly, causing an impending aneurysm to form in the agent's skull.  

“I’m going you- you!” The server bit back, hitting the gas and turning his car to follow the other vehicle. Humming-Brook and Franky were already down the road, but not far enough that they lost sight. Going stick shift was mildly annoying, as Sanji had to continuously shift gears until they got to a speed that the tiger was able to approve of.  

They gained, instantly, on the Soul King. Zoro lifted himself up and cocked his gun, noting he didn’t have a lot of ammo left before it would be useless. He pointed at it, and before he could shoot a bullet flew and hit the side of the barrel, sending it flying out of his palm and onto the road.  

“ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS!?” He screeched, gawking at the car in front of them. Brook, in the passenger seat, was chortling his annoying ass laugh in their direction, waving his gun around before aiming it again. Zoro ducked down and grabbed onto Sanji’s steering wheel, in the heat of the moment turning it to the left to avoid a flurry of bullets coming their way.  

“NANAMI-SWAN HOLD ON!” Sanji screamed, swatting her hand away and swerving back into their lane. They rode up into the median, narrowly avoiding a few trees as they attempted to settle back into their own lane. The two were gaining speed, but the closer they got it was going to give Humming Brook an advantage of shooting them at close range. It was utterly terrifying being this close and this fast on a road that he swore would’ve been busier by now.  

If Zoro could simply get into the vehicle and crash it, they could hold him off until the rest of the FBI got there.  

Then it hit him, “Sanji. Pull up beside Franky.” He pulled himself up onto the seat, heels digging into the leather as he tried to steady himself. It was one chance he got to jump onto the other car and crash it. It was one shot he had or else he knew it would end up terrible for him. The last thing he needed was to be paralyzed after such a night. Adrenaline coursed through his veins, so much so he was beginning to forget the number of times he was shot. Who cared? He could always just … go to the hospital after this. And take a long nap… Yeah.  

“Pull up!? But Nanami-swan, what if they shoot you?” Sanji was already pulling up as he spoke, knowing the agent knew what was best. But it didn’t stop him from sounding a bit anxious. God these wind speeds were making the man regret this wig. The blonde strands were blowing in his face and sticking to his red-painted lips, becoming utterly distracting.  

Zoro looked back at the deer and smiled faintly, “Stop the car after and call the police, will ya?” The two exchanged eye contact, intense eye contact. It was an intensity the two shared in a mutual understanding. In a way, this was goodbye. In this case, Sanji was put into witness protection and left the state. In case Zoro was put into a coma. In case he never made it after this. And in case this was the last time they ever spoke. It was sad in a way, to say goodbye like this. In any other circumstances, he would have asked for a phone number to catch up with the man later. But this was better, wasn’t it? His identity was hidden, and the antelope would be protected.  

In a way, it was good that it ended like this. Even if what they shared was one strange evening together, full of compliments and odd feelings, it was good it ended this short. Sanji nodded with determination. He understood what he had to do, and he understood what it meant. Even if they never spoke again, they had an understanding that transcended the server treating him nicely because he had the appearance of a beautiful woman.  

Zoro turned his attention to the car beside them, as the server bumped their wheels together. It created a loud screeching noise, causing sparks to fly between the metal and litter the road. He had one shot to do this. One shot and then one last aim. If he could crash them into a tree on the median or take control and crash the car into the upcoming bridge, something, it would all be worth it. He would take down the Soul King. He would be victorious.  

The agent jumped, and at that moment, he didn’t care if this was his final moment. He was going to win.  

- 

The agent jumped, and at that moment, he didn’t care if this was his final moment. He was going to win.  

He tumbled inside the open concept car and grabbed ahold of the seats to steady himself. It was easy to be thrown into the back, but now he had to make sure he didn’t get shot again. God, that would be annoying. Zoro looked up and saw the Soul King pointing his gun directly into his forehead, a narrowed smirk adorning his bone-face.  

“Oh, you just don’t know when to quit, do you?” He giggled, cocking the gun, and pressing the end deeper into the other's skin. If this was supposed to scare him, it didn’t anymore. He had nothing to lose, only something to gain. Knowing if Sanji had stopped by now the police were on their way, and soon the drug lord would be surrounded. If he died in the process, it would only serve to further his sentence. He’d even get the death penalty too if he was lucky.  

Zoro grabbed the barrel of the gun and forced it up, letting it shoot into the air as they fought for it. Guns didn’t work on the skeleton, but he wasn’t aiming to shoot him. If he got ahold of that gun, he’d shoot the driver, Franky. If he shot Franky, it was a higher chance he’d lose control of the vehicle and crash. That’s what the agent was betting on. Just crash. The two struggled for the gun, until it flew out of their hands and onto the pavement. It broke into pieces, shattering behind the vehicle as it zoomed toward the bridge. It was a cement bridge that would total the car at the speed in which it was going. There was a slim chance any of them would survive, but it wasn’t zero for the Soul King. If guns didn’t work a car crash would immobilize him just long enough for the police to get there and handle it.  

The agent lunged at Brook, grabbing ahold of his maggot infested hair, and pulling himself into the seat. That alone caused the car to swerve as Franky tried to adjust to the new weight beside him. He punched and punched, taking many hits back to his face as they tussled in the seat. It hurt, the bones digging into his skin as the skeleton grabbed ahold of his face. He was trying to poke out his eye, blind him and pop it in one go.  

It was a searing pain in his left eye, as the Soul King stabbed him with one boney finger. Zoro screamed, threw his head back and hit Franky with it. He couldn’t see, feeling a cold rush of blood gush down his eye as he started to see black. Stars flooded his vision, speckling red and green as he almost threw up. Well, this was going to be permanent huh? So much for having 20/20 vision he supposed.  

He gagged, trying his best to still be conscious and fought through the pain as he turned his head. Blood poured, dripping down his chin all over the seat of the car. He felt pain prickling in different areas of his body, but he couldn’t tell if that was Brook punching him or those gun wounds catching up to him. This was the end for Zoro, he realized shakily. Both hands grabbed ahold of the steering wheel, fighting Franky as he yanked it to the right. He kept pulling it, turning it further and further away from the road, closer and closer to the pillar of the bridge. Just a few more seconds, just a few more seconds, he thought. But it was getting harder to see, or even breathe. All he could feel was that pain in his hip and the pain in his eye. It was a hollow sensation, ringing deep in his brain as he faded in and out of consciousness.  

His hands never let go of the steering wheel even as it faded into blackness. Followed by a terrible screech. 

- 

Sanji took the news that Miss. Nanami Teramoto was actually an FBI agent named Zoro Roronoa pretty well.  

He didn’t really mind the fact that it was a man cross dressing that whole night, he didn’t care. Of course, he had been blinded by his beauty and that long lustrous hair. But when it came down to it, that wasn’t what made him visit the man at the hospital. It was the eye contact they shared before he was convinced, he had died.  

It was the mutual understanding this would be the last time they ever spoke under this pretense, or truly the last time they spoke at all. He was sad at that moment, wishing he had at least said something more than nodding his head and doing as he was told. He wished he had said something cool so that Zoro could remember him by.  

But he had time to make up for that and introduce himself to the real person he had interacted with that night. The real person that had captivated him. The person whose eyes bore into his soul, with their darkness and their intrigue. The person who he found his heart beating faster for.  

Zoro.  

He arrived awkwardly at the room, seeing the other man lying on the bed. The deer wasn’t sure if he was in a coma, or just asleep. From the looks of it, he was leaning more toward the coma. The tiger’s face was badly bruised and bloodied, swollen and half wrapped [and stitched] in more areas than one. His one eye was covered in gauze and a patch, and his hair was greasy. It was green, something the others hadn’t expected. He looked like … like he had moss on his head.  

What a funny thought.  

Sanji inhaled and sat down beside him on a chair, putting his hands in his lap. What were you supposed to do if someone was in a coma? He had seen enough movies to know you could talk to them and in some instances, they’d respond to you when they woke up, remembering the details of every word you had said. Or the moss-head wouldn’t remember, which would be less embarrassing if he decided to pour his heart out.  

“Hey Zoro,” he spoke stiffly, brushing his hair past his cheek, “It’s Sanji. I’m the server from that night? I think you’d remember me.” Sanji let out a breath and looked away, trying to collect some kind of dignity, if he had any left. “You know. I’ve been thinking about you a lot. I’m not mad you’re a guy,” he glanced at the tiger, “I think it’s cool- uhm. You’re pretty cool for stopping a drug dealer in heels. Um…”  

What else could he say that wouldn’t be totally weird?  

“When you wake up, I want to, you know, take you out.” I can’t believe I’m doing this- “Maybe get some coffee and get to know each other. Instead of as Nanami, but as yourself.” The man closed his eyes tightly, a bit of embarrassment filling his face. Asking out a guy in a coma? Really weird. Not like he’d even respond either.  

The antelope opened his eyes and looked at his lap, letting out a breath. He should probably leave. If he wasn’t family, there wasn’t a point in staying too long. So, he got up and headed to the door.  

“Curly,” that voice made him stop in his footsteps, “Why don’t you get me some coffee from the cafeteria instead?” 

Oh. 

[citrusstone]

The Dunamis

It is a story about an innocent girl and a boy who holds unlimited power to the world. What happens when both of them meet?

A girl who's gullible, a troublemaker, clumsy and yet kind to everyone. But she is a manipulator. She can be deceived when it comes to the brand of a thing, or things related to expensive things but when it's schemes, you can hardly make her fall into it. She'd either play dumb that she doesn't know their schemes and let them taste their own medicine after math. Another side of her is that she is innocent, to the point she doesn't even understand the hint a guy would give to her. When you want to confess, say it. Dont give her hints cuz she'll never get it or more likely because she doesn't care. She's focused on academics and never played in any sports yet the school thinks she is a cheater that's why she is never considered as a honor student. She's intelligent in the field of medical Science. Her hobby is watching anime especially the adventurous one, that's all she wants, to watch. Now she is currently in 4th year college, 22 years old and about to graduate from Medical school.

A boy who has everything he needs and wants. He has everything that people dreamed for, the cars, the house, the company and all, But for him there's something that is missing, he can't determine what it is. Therefore he starts to find it.

He has anger issues, but he has a longer patience. He would only burst when he is already fed up, has a muscular build, with broad shoulders and chest with a lean waist. At a young age he already owned a company, a lot. At the age of 21 he already owned 3 main companies in different countries. At the age of 23 right after he graduated from college he went straight to handle his company.

After a month he hit the top chart of companies. By then he held more than 70 different branches of his company. By then he now hold the "unlimited" access to money and the world.

F.L - Cypress Amoureuse

M.L - Xiao Lixin

S.L - Chao Jicheng

Antagonist - Cheng Linze

Info of the main characters.

Xiao Lixin

Age: 23

Height: 194 cm

Weight: 84 kg

Bday: Oct. 3

Cypress Amoureuse

Age: 21 1/2

Height: 154 cm

Weight: 48 kg.

Bday: Dec. 3

Chao Jicheng

Age: 22

Height: 189 cm

Weight: 81 kg

Bday: Nov. 13

[queenofgraveyards]

ok so picture this: ivy briefly mentions being interested in something that you have classes for (yoga, painting, etc) literally just bc she saw a post on twitter about it and it piqued her interest. harry being the lovely sugar daddy he is takes this to mean buy her like a years supply of that class at the best place (which is obviously just the most expensive place) ivy goes once and HATES it but of course she can’t tell harry this bc he spent all this money and was so happy she found something she liked doing she would just feel way too guilty. so she’s spending like weeks going to this class trying to figure out a way out of it and one day she’s just so frustrated with herself like why can’t she just like the dang class that a few tears slip out on the walk to the parking lot where harry’s picking her up. she hides them but ofc he sees and demands to know what’s wrong. she tries to get around it but he knows she’s lying and gets her to tell him everything and he goes full daddy mode and sits her down for a lecture on not doing anything she doesn’t want to do, money doesn’t matter don’t feel guilty, i just want you to be happy yadda yadda yadda… sex to make her feel better

SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!!!!! she really would be like this too!!!!! you know what she’s like and you know what she’s like about him spending money on and especially this time around bc like it was so much money and h was so happy that she found something she liked and hey who was he to complain abt her getting into yoga bc Ivy had suddenly become a lot more…flexible but really he just wants her to be happy and have her own interests to keep her happy and active like he does and ofc those yoga leggings are something he enjoys seeing her in when she gets into his car when he picks up and hey they fuck a lot and more often than not don’t make it back home when he’s ripping them apart and ivy knows this as well which only ADDS to her guilt and she just likes seeing him happy and she also loves the sex so she doesn’t want to give that up either!! but man yoga actually fucking SUCKS? and she hates how she always end up next to some old woman who fucking FARTS every class and idk but she’s pretty sure she’s getting a fucking infection from the tight leggings and shorts and she’s always fucking SORE now and everyone in the class is rude and she hasn’t made a single friend to day drink with and everything sucks and she just cries and shes so worried h is going to be disappointed in her and that’s worse than everything else COMBINED!!!! but h is as always, just h who only ever wants the best for her bc he cherishes her and how she never ever has to do anything she doesn’t want to do no matter what it is, food, activities, relationships you name it she’s in control ALWAYS and hey so this one thing didn’t work out, there’s hundreds more hobbies for her to try and he’ll be there every step of the way!

[cazort]

In general it is always easier to get help if you seek help before things get really bad. How do you know if you need help if you're not currently having an immediate crisis?

If you are living paycheck to paycheck, even if you are currently making ends meet, seek help now. You will be much more able to do something about it now, during a time when you have some extra leeway, than later, when you are suddenly many hundreds of dollars short of your expenses and threatened with serious problems like eviction, utility cutoffs, car or appliance repossession, not being able to buy food or afford medical care, or other more urgent problems.

I really want to drive this in. If you currently do not have a financial cushion, and you are not currently saving any money, then you need to seek help now, not later. It is not normal or healthy to be living paycheck-to-paycheck without any savings. Nor is it necessary. Living this way, even if you've managed to get by okay for now, is going to at some point lead to you experiencing some sort of catastrophic collapse or crisis.

If you act now to get things under control by getting help when you are able to be in a more proactive place, you will greatly reduce the chance that you ever fall into a downward spiral. You also will open up a lot of doors for yourself later on.

Just as financial insecurity can be a downward spiral, financial security and prosperity can also be an upward spiral, and you want to get on that upward spiral ASAP. If you are able to accumulate even a small amount of savings, you can use it to further save money and reduce living expenses by things like buying in bulk or better-timing purchases to take advantage of discounts and sales. You can start investing.

If you don't have extra money to save and invest? Then you need to seek financial help right now. An ideal world is a world in which everyone has a financial cushion and everyone is working proactively. Do not accept your own poverty and do not be afraid to ask for help when you are not in immediate crisis.

And do not just go begging for small amounts of money from strangers. Seek larger-scale support and help. Learn financial skills. Get government assistance or non-profit assistance that is available to you. Find ways to reduce your cost-of-living. Find ways to generate more side-income. Get on top of addictions or mental health issues that lead you to waste money or spend impulsively. Ditch expensive hobbies and cultivate hobbies that save or earn you money. Do all of the above.

Start right now.

If you live in the USA and you're pleading for donations to pay your rent, bills, or get food then dial 211! Please dial 211 before the last minute!

It's a toll free service with people who will help you find programs in your community to pay those bills, find food, and find housing! They will give you numbers to call so you can get help.

It is not 100% foolproof. Their job is to direct you to a program they believe will help your current issue, but it's still a step up from praying random strangers online will give you enough cash before a deadline! The added benefit of these community programs, which get funded by the local government most of the time, is if there are more people using them then they can get more money to help more people.

You're not taking resources from other people if you use your community services. Your taxes pay for them. Use them.

Dial 211 first to see if they can help, and if for some reason they can't, then make your donation posts!

https://www.211.org/

[joeyrapace]

How Much Money Do You Need to Retire in India?

Have you started thinking about retirement? If yes, you might dream of spending your days in a peaceful hill station or catching up on all those books you've been wanting to read. But there's one big question on your mind: How much money do you really need to retire in India? This blog clarifies a few important things about it for you. Let's dive into this together to know what's in store!

The Basics: What Does Retirement Mean to You?

First things first, retirement planning looks different for everyone. Some people want a simple life with minimal expenses, while others dream of traveling the world or living in luxury. So, let's break it down:

Lifestyle: Do you plan to live in a city, a small town, or a quaint village? City life can be pricey, while small towns are usually more affordable.

Health: Are you in good health now, or do you foresee medical expenses?

Activities: Will you be traveling, pursuing hobbies, or starting a new venture?

Once you have a rough idea of your desired lifestyle, we can start crunching some numbers.

Estimating Monthly Expenses

Let's make a list of typical expenses you'll have during retirement:

Housing: Rent or maintenance for your home.

Food: Groceries and dining out.

Utilities: Electricity, water, gas, internet, and phone bills.

Transportation: Car maintenance, fuel, or public transport.

Healthcare: Regular check-ups, medications, and health insurance.

Leisure: Travel, hobbies, and entertainment.

Miscellaneous: Clothing, gifts, and unforeseen expenses.

Here's a simplified example of a modest lifestyle in a small town:

Housing: ₹15,000

Food: ₹10,000

Utilities: ₹5,000

Transportation: ₹5,000

Healthcare: ₹5,000

Leisure: ₹5,000

Miscellaneous: ₹5,000

That totals up to ₹50,000 per month. Of course, your numbers may vary based on your preferences and location.

Calculating the Retirement Corpus

Figuring out how much money you need to retire comfortably in India can be a bit tricky because it depends on a bunch of factors, like your lifestyle, what you plan to do after you retire, your sources of income, and inflation. But don't worry! There's a straightforward way to estimate your retirement corpus using a simple formula.

Here's how you can do it:

Retirement Corpus = (Yearly Expenditure Post Retirement × Number of Years left for Retirement) / (1 + Rate of Inflation) ^ Number of Years left for Retirement

Let's break this down with an example. Suppose you're aiming to retire in 40 years, and you expect your annual expenses after retirement to be around ₹10 lakhs. With an inflation rate of 7%, you'll need to save approximately ₹3 crores to meet your retirement needs.

Sounds like a lot, right? But don't fret! With smart and effective investments, you can definitely work towards this goal. So, start planning early, explore various investment options, and watch your savings grow. Before you know it, you'll be all set for a comfortable and fulfilling retirement.

Factoring in Inflation

Hold on, there's more! We must account for inflation, which reduces the purchasing power of your money over time. Historically, India's inflation rate has hovered around 6-7%. To adjust for inflation, consider using the inflation-adjusted withdrawal rate, which is a bit lower than 4%.

Additional Considerations

Emergency Fund: Always keep a separate emergency fund for unexpected expenses.

Healthcare Costs: As you age, medical expenses can increase, so consider a robust health insurance plan.

Lifestyle Changes: Be prepared for potential lifestyle changes that might increase your expenses.

Start Saving Early

The earlier you start saving and investing, the easier it is to build your retirement corpus. Thanks to the power of compound interest, your money grows exponentially over time. For instance, investing ₹10,000 per month at an annual return of 12% can grow to over ₹3.5 crores in 25 years!

Investing Smartly

Diversify your investments across various assets like stocks, mutual funds, fixed deposits, real estate, and PPFs. It's wise to consult a financial advisor to tailor an investment strategy that suits your risk appetite and retirement goals.

Wrapping Up

Planning for retirement might seem daunting, but with a clear vision and a structured approach, you can achieve financial independence and enjoy your golden years. Remember, it's never too early or too late to start planning. So, grab a notebook and pen, write down your financial goals, and take that first step towards a blissful retirement.

[vapehk1]

The Ultimate Guide to AirBar Vape: A Flavorful Journey to Vaping Bliss

If you’re tired of the same old vaping experience and looking for something fresh and exciting, let me introduce you to the AirBar Vape. This little marvel promises to revolutionize your puffing routine. Whether you're a seasoned vaper or a curious newbie, the AirBar has something for everyone. In this guide, we'll dive deep into the world of AirBar Vape, uncovering its secrets, features, and why it's quickly becoming the go-to choice for vape enthusiasts. Grab your favorite vape juice, sit back, and let's embark on this flavorful journey! What Makes AirBar Vape Stand Out? A Burst of Flavors One of the most striking features of the AirBar Vape is its incredible range of flavors. From the tangy delight of Red Mojito to the refreshing burst of Aloe Blackcurrant, there’s a flavor for every palate. Imagine savoring a juicy Watermelon Ice on a hot summer day or indulging in the creamy richness of Banana Ice as you unwind in the evening. Each flavor is meticulously crafted to provide a unique vaping experience that’s both satisfying and memorable. But wait, there’s more! The AirBar Vape doesn’t just stop at traditional fruit and dessert flavors. They’ve got some truly adventurous options like the icy kick of Cool Mint or the tropical paradise of Pineapple Ice. It’s like having a gourmet vape shop right in your pocket. Who needs boring, one-dimensional flavors when you can have a carnival of taste sensations? Easy to Use and Dispose The AirBar Vape is designed with simplicity in mind. No complicated settings, no messy refills – just pure, hassle-free vaping. Each AirBar comes pre-filled with e-liquid and is ready to use straight out of the box. All you have to do is take a draw, and you’re good to go. And when you’re done, simply dispose of it responsibly and grab a new one. It’s that easy! For those who are constantly on the move or simply prefer a fuss-free experience, the AirBar is a game-changer. Its sleek, portable design makes it perfect for slipping into your pocket or purse. Plus, with no need to worry about charging or maintenance, you can focus on enjoying your vape without any distractions. It’s vaping made simple and delightful. The Benefits of Switching to AirBar Vape Healthier Alternative We’ve all heard the debates about vaping vs. smoking. While no one is claiming that vaping is a health elixir, it’s generally considered a safer alternative to traditional smoking. AirBar Vape takes it a notch higher by offering a cleaner, more refined vaping experience. With no tar, ash, or lingering odors, it’s a breath of fresh air – literally! Switching to AirBar Vape means you can still enjoy the nicotine kick without exposing yourself to the harmful chemicals found in cigarettes. It’s a win-win situation. Plus, your clothes, car, and home will thank you for not smelling like an ashtray anymore. Embrace the change, and your lungs might just throw you a gratitude party. Cost-Effective Vaping Vaping can sometimes feel like an expensive hobby, especially when you factor in the cost of high-end mods, coils, and premium e-liquids. However, AirBar Vape offers a cost-effective solution without compromising on quality. Each disposable vape is affordably priced, and since they come pre-filled and pre-charged, you won’t have to worry about any additional expenses. Imagine the convenience of not having to buy separate e-liquids or replacement coils. With AirBar, what you see is what you get – a high-quality vaping experience at a fraction of the cost. It’s like getting gourmet coffee at a fast-food price. Your wallet will thank you, and you’ll have more money to spend on other fun stuff, like trying out all the different AirBar flavors! Exploring the Unique Features of AirBar Vape Sleek and Stylish Design Let’s face it, looks matter – especially when it comes to gadgets we carry around every day. The AirBar Vape doesn’t disappoint with its sleek and stylish design. Available in a variety of colors and finishes, it’s as much a fashion statement as it is a vaping device. Whether you prefer the minimalist black or the eye-catching neon hues, there’s an AirBar to match your style. The compact size and lightweight build make it perfect for on-the-go vaping. Slip it into your pocket, bag, or even tuck it behind your ear (okay, maybe not that last one), and you’re ready to vape whenever the mood strikes. It’s like carrying a tiny piece of art that also happens to deliver delicious vapor. Long-Lasting Performance Despite its small size, the AirBar Vape packs a punch when it comes to performance. Each unit is designed to deliver up to 1000 puffs, depending on your vaping style. That’s a lot of vaping for a disposable device! This means you can enjoy your favorite flavors for longer without constantly worrying about running out. The high-capacity battery ensures consistent performance from the first puff to the last. No more frustrating moments of weak vapor or burnt hits. With AirBar, you get a smooth, satisfying vape every time. It’s like having a marathon runner in the body of a sprinter – impressive endurance in a sleek package. Tips for Getting the Most Out of Your AirBar Vape Store Properly for Maximum Freshness To ensure your AirBar Vape stays fresh and flavorful, proper storage is key. Keep your vapes in a cool, dry place away from direct sunlight and extreme temperatures. This helps maintain the integrity of the e-liquid and ensures you get the best possible flavor with every puff. Treat your AirBar like fine wine – proper storage makes all the difference. Additionally, avoid carrying your AirBar in tight pockets or bags where it might get crushed or damaged. While the design is robust, it’s always a good idea to handle with care to prolong its lifespan. Remember, a happy AirBar means a happy vaper! Experiment with Flavors One of the joys of vaping is the endless variety of flavors available. With AirBar Vape, you have a smorgasbord of options to explore. Don’t be afraid to step out of your comfort zone and try something new. You might discover a new favorite that you wouldn’t have considered otherwise. Whether you’re into fruity, minty, or dessert-like flavors, there’s an AirBar waiting for you. Mix and match different flavors to keep things interesting. Who knows, you might just become the next flavor connoisseur in your vaping circle. Remember, variety is the spice of life – and vaping. Conclusion The AirBar Vape stands out as a game-changer in the vaping world, offering a hassle-free, flavorful, and cost-effective experience. With a wide variety of meticulously crafted flavors, from Red Mojito to Pineapple Ice, it caters to every palate. Designed for simplicity, each disposable vape comes pre-filled and ready to use, making it perfect for those on the go. The AirBar not only offers a healthier alternative to smoking but also boasts a sleek, stylish design and long-lasting performance. With up to 1000 puffs per device, it ensures consistent satisfaction. Proper storage and experimenting with flavors can enhance the vaping experience, making AirBar a delightful choice for both new and seasoned vapers. FAQs What is an AirBar Vape and how does it work? An AirBar Vape is a disposable vaping device that comes pre-filled with e-liquid and is pre-charged, ready to use right out of the box. It operates on a draw-activated mechanism, meaning you simply inhale through the mouthpiece to activate the vapor production. Each device is designed to deliver a specific number of puffs, typically around 1000, before it needs to be disposed of. 2. What flavors are available for AirBar Vape? AirBar Vapes come in a wide variety of flavors to suit different tastes. Some popular options include Red Mojito, Aloe Blackcurrant, Watermelon Ice, Banana Ice, Cool Mint, and Pineapple Ice. The brand is known for its diverse and creative flavor profiles, offering something for everyone from fruity and refreshing to creamy and indulgent. 3. Is the AirBar Vape a safe alternative to smoking? While no vaping product is completely risk-free, the AirBar Vape is generally considered a safer alternative to traditional smoking. It eliminates the harmful chemicals associated with combustion, such as tar and ash, and does not produce secondhand smoke. However, it's important to note that vaping still involves nicotine, which is an addictive substance. 4. How long does an AirBar Vape last? The longevity of an AirBar Vape depends on the user's vaping habits, but on average, each device provides around 1000 puffs. This can vary based on how frequently and deeply you inhale. For many users, this means the device can last several days to a week, making it a convenient option for on-the-go vaping. 5. How should I store my AirBar Vape to ensure maximum freshness? To keep your AirBar Vape fresh and maintain the quality of the e-liquid, store it in a cool, dry place away from direct sunlight and extreme temperatures. Avoid carrying it in tight pockets or bags where it might get crushed or damaged. Proper storage will help preserve the flavor and performance of the vape, ensuring a satisfying experience every time. Read the full article

[mite75]

What do you consider to be a middle class salary and amiddle class life in 2023? Is class related to income or is it on birth/accent/last name in your opinion?

I'm not entirely sure buddy, depends on where you live because cost of living is different everywhere. I would assume its enough to cover rent in a safe enough area, food, transportation to work, and enough extra to bring home for retirement and at least a little tiny bit of recreation like trips/ hobbies. I'd say 60K might do it in my area, but in places like LA or NYC you might need more because its so expensive there. A middle class life is different for everyone, we all have different ideals on what a normal/ average life is. Mine is to be able to cover my basic needs food/shelter/health/transportation, be saving enough to retire at a normal age ~65, with the added ability to put like at least 100$ aside a month for fun things like trips, games, a new sketchbook, classes, a boba tea or 2. It would be an added lovely bonus if my work would allow for me to not be severely hurt by retirement because of the labour i put in, but if thats what it takes for me to be able to live comfortably while im young i would work anyway.

That second question is one I'm super not qualified to answer. I'm an artist by study, and a retail worker by practice. I don't know a lot about or have thought about that very much. My opinion is subject to change with the information i learn because right now i am very ignorant. This is my uninformed ignorant opinion:

Personally when saying something like "middle class" in the context of I live in America and this is how i have seen it used. It usually is not showcasing your ancestry, but the actual money you take home from work. slightly dependent on the amount of expenses you have, through choice or obligation. I can also see the other side though, I think there becomes a point in which your influence in a field or just life can let you ensure your children have a place somewhere where they will also carry that influence/automatically get things that others struggle hard for but will never obtain. (like a big house, career path opportunity, or just money in general) I can also see that if you grew up in a family who launched you into debt, caused an addiction, or started you off in life poorly "working hard" still might never get you out of the hole thats been dug. But when i think classes in 2023 im thinking this person has X amount of money after basic expenses and X amount of expensive recreation (boats, summer home, huge house, fancy car, ect) Not this person is middle class because their mother and father were middle class, which i am living proof that that is not always the case. Theres also tons of other factors that go into your ability to make money or get a job that may or may not play a part in your ancestry, but like,,, I dont study this kind of thing and I'm poor so my only resource is the free part of the internet (people would tell lies on the internet!!!???) and my own life experience. So I dont know and i might never know because this is def more complex of a topic in reality than what i mean with my own words ^^;

[anthonybialy]

Dissent Spent

As with making money and avoiding being controlled by guns, liberals can’t conceive of opposition.  Determining there is exactly one acceptable side only seems not very open-minded to those unsophisticated enough to believe in individual autonomy and arresting criminals.

It would be nice if rank hypocrisy represented the worst crisis.  But conditions are even worse, which is how this particular ruling party signs its work.

Demanding action that will achieve the opposite won’t work this time, either.  Democrats won’t shut up about gun control while trying to silence anyone who notices gun-free zones and Chicago-style areas feature an uncanny amount of defiance.

Enemies of items never ponder the possibility that the name doesn’t come true.  They spoke their vision into existence, didn’t they?

Crime must now be classified as rampant.  It’s about the only standard being obeyed.  Taking just happened to become a popular hobby when blamers of law enforcement and incarceration got to try Their beliefs should be criminal considering how much harm they cause.

An unwillingness to arrest or prosecute led to rampant offenses if you can believe.  At least one of those is necessary to halt felonious behavior.  The honor system doesn’t seem to be keeping grabby brutes in line.

Inspiration takes the form of removing barriers that prevent barbarians from stampeding through in these advanced moments.  Democrats have created motives in what the suspicious would note seems like a rather screwy manner.

Punishing profiting while refusing to do the same with thieving only seems like a joke.  Taking stuff and lives is the bad one, which apparently needs reiteration.

Liberals compassionate to everyone but casualties and those feeling threatened.  The criminal class grows increasingly comfortable.  Seeing police and prisons are oppressors instead of those harming others is pre-emptively parodic.

The only possible solution to communalizing goods by force is endless recession.  The public will finally be safe when every business has shuttered.  We won’t have to fret about icky decadent shopkeepers ripping us off by selling what we want at a price deemed fair.

Conceiving of a system that delivers health care more efficiently than the government is one easy cure.  By agonizing contrast, removing human motives doesn’t heal others.  Decreeing it’s selfish to want to keep what you’ve been given is an illness with no cure.

Pretending to fight greed has caused exactly the diagnosis anyone paying attention to this world would expect.  Amateur observers don’t need to attend medical school to notice symptoms.

You’re either spending more or in favor of spreading suffering.  Life is binary, according to those who insist gender isn’t.  A stubborn refusal to let commerce purr is curiously popular amongst civilization’s reshapers who think waiting hours for coal to charge a puttering car, banning cooking with a clean fuel, or prohibiting working dishwashers. Throw money as a break from banning everything else.

It might just be conceivable that traders will work shrewdly while unsupervised.  They can keep an eye on each other.  I’m sorry if self-regulating makes bureaucrats feel even more useless.

Some firings would help others thrive.  The terminations in mind would only involve federal employees who use their positions to drag down the useful, so there’s no worries about losing productivity.  Fretting about reducing the federal workforce is like equating prosperity and empathy to making debt even more unfathomable.  Victims of muggings by IRS agents wouldn’t just offer the higher wages they constantly demand or anything.

Filling by draining just takes drilling more holes.  Tapping kegs everywhere they can is a bit unhelpful during a time we could really use intoxication as a distraction.  Freeloaders who expect richer kids to cover their entertainment expenses are never going to feel grateful.

The economy wonders what it did to make liberals loathe it so much.  Excessive criticism is how they express love, which is an outlook as screwy as letting politicians seize your money to spur abundance.  Constant harm on multiple fronts makes it tough to defend.  Battery through taxes, minimums, and regulations reduces power even more than coal-powered puttering cars.

But how else would business work: by participants using and retaining their own money?  Your trust of humans belongs in Ayn Rand novels.  Show your love for fellow people by presuming they can’t do anything right.

Making sure there’s nothing worthwhile to steal constitutes the selfless approach to crime.  The obsession with material goods has met its match in an environment when nobody can afford products nobody works to manufacture.

Like all Democratic designs, nothing presently ever works properly.  There sure is a lot of crime for an era bereft of acquisition.  Fiends don’t seem deterred despite receiving every incentive.  Prowlers have to pilfer quite a bit of cash to make crime worthwhile, which is the closest aspect to a deterrent.

There’s also not much to grab.  Washington’s gargantuan cut is exactly what’s expected from a true mob boss.  Taking through intimidation is compensation for not being helpful.  Protection money is easier to collect with a legal sheen.  The truest gangsters get elected.

Psychology is booming if you thought liberals had ruined every industry.  The definition of cognitive dissonance could have been created to classify their beliefs.  Normal people disagree because they see what happens upon enactment of silly doctrine.

Professional government dispensers consistently churn our amateurish results.  The ironically intolerant are not even good at their alleged calling.  Doofuses ordering others around are held back by not knowing where money comes from.

[arsconarts]

I am Kerby Ariscon and i want to share something about exploring the World on Two Wheels: The Joy and Benefits of Cycling

Cycling is more than just a means of transportation; it is a lifestyle, a sport, and a form of recreation that has captivated millions around the world. Whether you are a seasoned cyclist or considering taking up this activity, there are numerous reasons to embrace cycling as a way to improve your health, reduce your carbon footprint, and explore the world around you. In this blog, we'll delve into the joy and benefits of cycling and why it's worth considering as a part of your life.

Health Benefits

Cycling is an excellent cardiovascular workout that helps to strengthen your heart, improve lung capacity, and lower the risk of chronic diseases such as obesity, diabetes, and heart disease. As a low-impact exercise, it is gentle on the joints, making it suitable for people of all ages and fitness levels. Regular cycling can also boost your immune system, improve mental well-being, and reduce stress and anxiety levels.

Eco-Friendly Transportation

With increasing environmental concerns, cycling stands out as a green and sustainable mode of transportation. Choosing a bike over a car reduces greenhouse gas emissions and helps combat air pollution, making cycling a meaningful contribution to preserving our planet. Additionally, cycling lanes and bike-sharing initiatives in many cities are making it easier for commuters to embrace this eco-friendly alternative.

Cost-Effective

Cycling can save you a significant amount of money compared to owning and maintaining a car. Once you've invested in a bike, there are minimal ongoing costs, with occasional maintenance being the primary expense. This financial freedom can be a game-changer for individuals looking to cut down on transportation expenses and allocate funds to other aspects of their lives.

Accessibility and Inclusivity

Cycling is a sport and hobby that knows no boundaries. From urban areas to remote countryside, bicycles offer access to places that might be difficult to reach by other means. Furthermore, cycling is an inclusive activity that brings people of diverse backgrounds and abilities together, creating a sense of community and camaraderie.

Exploring Nature and Cities

Cycling is an ideal way to explore and appreciate the beauty of nature. Whether you're pedaling through scenic countryside landscapes, along coastal routes, or through lush parks in the city, the experience on two wheels can be incredibly rewarding. Additionally, cycling provides a unique perspective while touring cities, allowing you to discover hidden gems, historic landmarks, and local culture at your own pace.

Varied Styles and Disciplines

Cycling offers a wide range of styles and disciplines to suit individual preferences and goals. From leisurely rides along bike paths to high-intensity mountain biking, road racing, and even BMX, there is a cycling style for everyone. Engaging in different disciplines can keep the sport exciting and provide opportunities for growth and skill development.

Commuting and Healthier Living

Cycling to work or school not only benefits the environment but also contributes to a healthier lifestyle. Commuters who bike to work often experience increased productivity, improved mental focus, and reduced stress levels. It's a great way to incorporate physical activity into your daily routine, helping you stay fit and energized.

Cycling is an enriching and fulfilling activity that offers a myriad of benefits for individuals and the planet alike. Embracing cycling as a regular part of your life can improve your health, reduce your carbon footprint, and create memorable experiences while exploring new places. So, hop on a bike, feel the wind in your hair, and embark on a journey of adventure, wellness, and sustainability. Happy cycling!