#on balanced it was fun and a good challenge but now it just pisses me off 😮‍💨

[shvdowsdrowned]

I think im gonna have to restart act 2 AGAIN <33333333

[ebonyslasher]

Baby's First Kill

Part 1 of ?

Trigger Warning(s): Sexual Harassment

Nashea had been at her job for only 4 months and she was feeling uncomfortable. Helplessness, frustration, and paranoia were only a few emotions that chaotically flowed through her. She was in a situation where she wanted to leave, but did not want to back down. Why? Well, the money of course. Her pay was great, they offered her exactly what she was worth. All those years of studying and schooling paid off very sweetly into her bank account. Her supervisors were nice and professional and her team was almost perfect. 

There was one person throwing everything off balance for her. And his name was Cassio Adesso. 

A well-dressed, seemingly professional, nice man about 2 years older than her. He’d been there for two years before she joined. He was a handsome, tall man with a pretty smile. But, Nashea was learning that his nice appearance was a trick. A handsome facade. Beneath those sparkling brown eyes was a demented and pompous pervert.

Things were fine, at first. Nashea tried to play standoffish. This was work, not play. She didn’t want to make friends. However, her bright personality made it difficult to not ‘keke’ and chat with some colleagues. A few of them were fun. That’s how it started with Cassio, just light conversation and jokes. 

Now, as Nashea started to space out while on the confocal microscope, it seemed that was a mistake. A look of romantic interest moved into his eyes when he looked upon her. He was attracted to her. Cassio was good looking, but she held no interest. Him being attracted to her wasn’t paying her bills nor making her life any easier. She only had eyes to the very unstable, delicious serial killer she had at home. So, she ignored his gazes and flirty attitude.It was relatively easy until,

“Hey Nashea, let me ask you a question. Are you single?”

The ‘No’ left her mouth as fast as the air that shifted afterwards. The genuine smile that littered his face turned fake. His sparkling eyes turned dull. Nashea returned to setting up her work bench, ready to leave this awkward atmosphere. After his question, his attitude changed. But, not in the way that she wanted. He started to challenge her. Challenging her skills, her knowledge, and her womanhood.

Under the stereotypical guise of him expressing his opinion, he microdosed his jealous venom into every word he spoke. Nashea was, and still is, a very talented scientist. The years of lab bench work exceeded most of her peers, making her a natural at experimental techniques. Her results were consistent, clean, and told a clear story of interpretation. An impressive accomplishment of many that she held and others admired her for. Except Cassio.

“A clean western blot. It’s not like anyone else has done that in the lab before, right? Good job though.” 

Nashea rolled her eyes before moving onto her next tasks. 

“Were these blood samples stabilized correctly before all of these experiments?” Cassio challenged.

“Of course, as it's the standard.” Nashea gritted out through tight teeth.

And each comment he made, became more personal than the last.

“Staying late again, what’s wrong, don’t like to go home?,” Cassio started one evening. Nashea had no choice but to treat her cells late. It was 9 pm and she was administering a12 hour  treatment. She wouldn’t have to come in until 8:30 am to prepare for collection. Something that she didn’t have to give an explanation for.

“What gave you that idea?,” Nashea retorted as she continued treating her cells.

“Women like to be with their man, if they like them like they should. You should be home with him, you know? His attention might start to wander.,” He spat.

Cassio pissed her off to no end. Nashea could only deal with so much. She started to snap back at his backhanded comments. Two could play that game.

“I should be finishing the work I’m being paid for, like you should too.,” Nashea snapped. A low, condescending whistle left Cassio’s slick lips before he turned to leave. A quick, “must be that time huh,” shot into the air. Nashea turned to unleash hell, but saw she was alone. 

That bastard. She wished that she ignored him from the start.

-

Even though his attitude shifted, his attraction stood still. She felt him ogle while she worked, eyes touching areas that his hands could not. He would stand too close, pushing her physical boundaries. Bombarding his existence in her space. Nashea would feel his breath on her cheek. He often clasped his hand on her shoulder, with several hard pats that left it stinging. Things were getting more uncomfortable by the day. Nashea didn’t truly acknowledge how serious it was until her co-worker, Jesse, approached her with some chilling information.

“I heard you had a cute garden in front of your house. I’d love to see pictures, girl.” Jesse said excitedly.

“Wha-..where’d you hear that from?” Nashea asked, confused as to how she knew that. Nashea hasn’t invited anyone over nor told them any details about her house. She’s never shared pictures, mentioned it in conversation, and no one knows her social media. She doesn’t even post any pictures of her home online. 

“I heard it from Aliyah. Hold on- ALIYAH!” Jesse shouts towards the cell treatment room. Aliyah shouts back and comes in. As Jesse asks her where she got her information, the answer made Nashea’s blood run cold.

“Oh, Cassio said he saw it. He was driving around and recognized your car in the driveway. Said he was visiting family.” Aliyah stated. The rest of the conversation blew past Nashea’s ears. She felt incredibly disturbed. She removed herself from their conversation, missing the quick “I thought he wasn’t from here” statement as she left.

The following day, Jesse and Aliyah noticed a change in Nashea. They checked in with her, making sure she was okay.

“Jesse, Aliyah; I’m okay. Just feeling a little under the weather. I appreciate it though.”

Truthfully, Nashea was NOT okay. She wasn’t sure if she could handle this situation. It wasn’t like it was unheard of. There are, unfortunately, many women who have dealt with this before. All with varying details and endings, if there were any. She scoured the internet for answers and found too many but not enough. The stories she read seemed like it would take forever to get a sense of justice, if it ever came. Many left their position, with the perverts not facing consequences at all.’I don’t even think the police would help,’ she thought sardonically. They were famous for not helping in these cases in the slightest. Not that she had much hope in them anyway.

Knowing that Cassio crossed into stalker territory started to kill Nashea’s peace and spirit. It made her become increasingly paranoid and skittish. In public, she kept her head on a swivel. Crazy that she felt this way, knowing she had the ultimate form of protection at home. She started to become standoffish again, which unfortunately leaked to the other colleagues. She felt her bright personality begin to dim, but she did not want it to blow out. 

Stubborn as she was, she wanted to deal with this alone. She could tell her lover what was going on. But, what would follow...would be his death. Probably within the same day, he would be killed. Never to show up to work again, solving all her problems. But…she wouldn’t feel like she won. Like she didn’t push to rise above. The sensible thing would be to ask for help. And she did try to report his misogynistic statements to HR. But. HR only protected the company, not the individual. They hardly did a thing. 

Nashea wanted Cassio to face consequences. As soon as possible, so that she could finally relax and be happy with her new start in life. She just needed a way on how to do that.

Two weeks later, it was announced that there was a new position open. A position that would shoot Nashea up to the administrative side. An opportunity for a promotion and personal retribution. Although she loved doing experiments, this was a way to get away from Cassio and get more money. She quickly applied for it and mentioned it to her supervisor and director. They were pleased to hear that she was interested. Her director said she would be a ‘perfect fit’. By their reactions, she knew she had the position in the bag.

It was two days after that where she was alone with Cassio, yet again. Another late day for Nashea, hoping this was a small boost towards getting that position. Thankfully, he was focused on his tasks and not bothering her. 

“Heard you were going for that new position.” A line that flew out into the air, interrupting Nashea’s peace. She was hoping to not have an interruption while she labeled her tubes for tomorrow. Apparently, she hoped for too much.

“Mhm.” said simply, hoping for Cassio to get the hint that she wasn’t interested in speaking.

“There’s a lot of applicants going for it. Pretty strong ones too.” Cassio teased. Obviously, he was trying to rile her up. Or make her question him. Because how the fuck did he know that? Too bad for him, that wasn’t going to work.

“Not worried about that.” She speedily declared.

“You sure? Heard through the grapevine that they were looking at one really strong one from out west.” He gleefully stated.

Nashea said nothing. She didn’t want to betray her emotions. But that bit of information was making her nervous. If it was true. He could be lying to get under her skin.

“I know a way for you to get that position. You just gotta do me a favor.” Cassio offered. The sleaziness of that statement was not lost on Nashea. She wasn’t doing shit for this boxed shaped cretin. 

“I don’t want to owe you anything. It’s okay, I’ll just hope for the best.” Nashea stated, trying her best to end the unwanted conversation there.

“Why hope when I’m offering a guaranteed spot for the position? It’s not like you have to do much, you just have to spend some time with me.” Cassio chuckled out in a condescending manner.

That made Nashea pause. She turned to look at the audacity that stood magically behind her. She dropped her sharpie and promptly took a step back, which only made Cassio step forward. His eyes held a nasty look of lust. His lips were quirked into an evil smirk. 

“I’m not-” Nashea started. Her eyebrows scrunch in confusion of what the hell was going on.

“Just spend a little time, you know.” Cassio gestures, waving his hand towards her pelvic area.

“No I don’t know.” Nashea spits.

“Just spread your legs a little and I’ll take you to the top.”

Her eyebrows skyrocketed as her heart plummeted. The air that filled her nostrils disappeared without a trace. The molecules in her cells activated her nausea, to the point where saliva coated the entirety of her mouth. Nashea couldn’t verbalize her reaction. Her body did the work for her, shoving Cassio violently out of the way. He stumbled back into a random trash can, sending its content to spill onto the ground. She grabbed her belongings and ran to leave.

“You’ll regret that Nashea! All I was trying to do was help!,” Cassio yelled, his voice haunting the hallway that Nashea was escaping from.

-

Nashea reported the incident to HR. In return, they told her that they would look into it and speak with the director and Cassio. What a standard response that made her feel helpless. Paranoia, depression, and fear caused Nashea to take two days off, so that she would avoid seeing him. Just the thought of being in the same space, breathing the same air, made her sick. The fact that he was able to breathe was an affront to life itself.

Those two days led into the weekend where she was left to gather her thoughts. The only things gathered were the empty food cartons and bottles as she rotted in her bed. No shower, not even shuffle to brush her teeth. She didn’t move until her bladder hurt from holding in her pee. She was hopeless. Drained. The flame slowly dwindled to smoke and embers by Sunday night.

It was early Monday morning when she got a phone call from her supervisor, asking her to come in a bit early. Her heart jumped, the position! After what happened with Cassio, she forgot all about it. She lets her supervisor know that she’d be there in 20 minutes. The flame inside her sparked in excitement. She could not get her clothes on fast enough! She was flying through her bathroom, closet, and house just to get to work as early as possible.

It was 20 minutes later when she hurriedly stepped through the double doors of her workplace. She confidently strides towards the lab, smiling brightly when she sees that none of her colleagues were there. Especially Cassio.

Her supervisor, a serious but pleasant older woman, stepped into the lab. Her usual polite smile was unusually absent this morning. She could hardly look Nashea in her eyes. “Good morning, Nashea. Glad to see you here so early. Follow me.”

She was led to the directors’ office, Dr. Carrie Shaw. She was also pleasant, but much bubblier than Nashea’s supervisor. As Nashea settled into her office, that bubbly personality popped to dust. She was met with a stern expression and cold air. This reaction was unlike her. Was she testing her? Trying to put on a show that they weren’t being biased? Whatever it was, it was making Nashea’s confidence falter.

Dr. Shaw began speaking immediately as the door sealed shut. Her tone was robotic, but rushed. Like she wanted this interaction to be over in a split second.

“Thank you for applying, but we found another candidate more suitable for the position.”

Nashea sat up in shock, her body becoming as rigid as a plant’s cell wall. Her mouth slightly opens in astonishment. “I-...I’m,” Nashea started, trying to figure out what exactly to ask.

“I understand your disappointment and surprise.” Dr. Shaw deadpanned. Did she really?

“Was there anything missing? Was it too soon for me to apply?” Nashea attempted to ask politely to reel in her emotions.

“No, we just thought you would not be a good fit. There was someone better.” An obvious excuse. This attitude was a complete 180 from last week.

“I thought you said that I was the perfect fit, just a few-”

“Do you recall an incident between you and Cassio on Wednesday, Dr. Washington?” Dr. Shaw rapidly questioned.

The audaciousness, NO, the absolute gall of that question halted the scene. No one moved. No one breathed. What was left was Nashea’s consciousness scrambling for a balanced reaction. 

Nature decided that the reaction would remain unbalanced.

“Is that why I didn’t get the promotion? Because of his harassment?,” Nashea accused, voice rising, scooting to the edge of her seat.

“Cassio stated that he has not harassed you. And that you have made baseless claims to ruin his reputation.” This statement, along with the apparent disappointment in the director's voice, struck Nashea at the base of her weakened heart.

“What- Dr. Shaw, I would never lie to bring someone else down. Everything I’ve said was the truth-!,” Nashea desperately declared.

“Nevertheless, we can’t have someone in this position that has a serious conflict with a long standing team member. It’s unprofessional. I’m sorry, Nashea. The position

 Has

 Been

 Filled

Abruptly, Nashea stood up and walked out of the office. Out of the building. Into her car, driving aggressively towards the house. She exited her car, entered her home, and stood in the middle of her living room.

She dropped to the floor yelling, “Enough!” Her body shook out the tears that littered the wooden floor. Her breathing was labored in between gasps of air, followed by mournful whines and cries she could not control.

Nashea could not believe it. This shit couldn’t be real. Because she didn’t put out for that degenerate, she was passed up for the position. The devastation gravitated to bitter anger. Into a fury that was out of this world. Her hands clenched. She lifts one and begins to pound the floor, pain be damned. She started to shriek,

“I’m gonna kill him!

I’m gonna kill HIM!

I’m GONNA kill HIM!

I’M GOING TO KILL HIM!”

The mahogany coffee table and its content shook with each hit. The commotion caused the serial killer to walk in, only to see the only light of their life lose it. 

Michael Myers

Daniel Lamb

Asa Emory

Brahms Heelshire

(Story for each slasher will be added soon!)

[danieyells]

Imagine a repressed chubby chaser!Leo bullying a chubby mc, pinching her arms or legs and joking that even him as a ghoul wouldn't be able to hold them/get them on his lap, or show them TikToks with clothes that don't run their size. It gets multiplied by 10 when he sees the NPC blushing when Sho lifted them while showing off his ghoulish strength, throwing her between his arms almost like juggling, It isn't until Sho asks him what his honest problem is that he notices he wanted to rail them.

Leo has the emotional intelligence of a 3 year old in my heart

Leo you're probably one of the physically weaker ghouls lbr it's not a surprise if you can't pick up somebody fat that's a you problem

Man Leo with chubby MC tho. . .like when he uses his stigma with them he already holds their hand and leans on them all cuddly he'd really like that if they were bigger. Not that he'd admit to it but uuogh soft.

He'd definitely give them a hard time though. Weight is an easy thing to make fun of for someone like Leo. Even if jabs at their weight don't bother them, he keeps pinching or squeezing or spanking or jiggling the softer parts of them, pointing out the way their clothes fit, the weight of their footsteps or whatever. . .but he never really says they should lose weight. Never says anything about ~their health~ or that they'd ~look better~ or whatever. . . .

And Leo knows he's into them, he just refuses to admit it. Which has nothing to do with their weight, that's just how he is. "I bet you'll fall for me before I fall for you" and all that. But holy shit it pisses him off and makes him painfully jealous that it seems like everyone else gets to manhandle them and he doesn't.

(Alan, at one point, sees Sho pick them up asks if they're okay with it or if he has to have a talk with Sho. "It's fine. I like being picked up. . .a lot actually. . . ." "Ah. Got it." And within a week ALAN'S DOING IT TOO HE'S DOING FUCKIN BICEP CURLS WITH THEM LIKE THEY'RE LIVING WEIGHTS IT'S INFURIATING WHY'S EVERYONE ELSE GET TO HOLD THEM oh right because when Leo heard they like being carried around his response was 'if you keep getting carried around instead of walking eventually no one's gonna be able to carry you at all' or 'no wonder you weigh so much, you don't even walk around on your own' or some shit)

And when Sho figures it out he's just like. "Dude they are not gonna come to you first the way you're treating them, they probably think you think they're disgusting." And Leo's a genius, he gets that he treats them bad, but not getting his way annoys the shit out of him.

But he'll start being more open about tolerating them, fine. He was gonna start treating them a bit better anyway, but he figures he has to balance out his bullying then over their weight with showing that he likes it a little. He calls them over to the garage and they think he wants to use his stigma, but he just leans against them, says something about how soft or warm they are, maybe it's not so bad they're so big, and tells them not to move while he takes a nap. Sometimes when he shows them clothes "and look, I think it even comes in your size! Who knows if it'll look any good though."(Because he can't help a little negging--but he means it as a challenge and if they ever wear it maybe he'll compliment them or tell them how to style it well.) He complains about Alan wanting him to train and says something about maybe he should lift weights or something he can do without much effort--how much do they weigh again?("Don't look so excited. As if I'd try and bench you. Do I look like that himbo?" He says, really wanting to pick them up and plow them against a wall--) Sandwiches himself between them and Sho or Alan when it's cold because they're all much warmer than his skinny ass. Says something about, even as a ghoul he can't sit them in his lap--maybe he should sit in their lap instead.

They probably pick up on it pretty quickly that he is now both insulting their weight and. . .maybe admiring it or something??? He'd never straight up say he was into them first but he's more open with casual sex than romantic feelings, so he might eventually just straight up invite them to his room. Nothing sexual at first but if they ask why he keeps making them stay over he says something like "I just think you should get used to being in my bed." or "I needed to make sure my bed was big enough, duh." And in case it didn't click before it probably did now.

Also I'm imagining Sho realizing that Leo looks a little jealous of him throwing and catching the PC like they're a particularly large beach ball and Leo goes "pff I could do that if i wanted" and Sho's like "Bet. Catch." And just throws their ass at Leo WITHOUT CONSIDERING THAT THIS IS LEO AND HE WOULD 100% JUST LET THEM FALL--except Leo catches them and for a moment he's very obviously fine holding them while he yells at Sho for throwing them at him then he realizes "oh shit i said i couldn't do this uuuuh" and blushes and starts complaining about how "stupid fucking heavy" they are and how much his arms hurt and drops them because he's a jackass lmao

[coffee-in-veins]

@hungryhannya since you wanted to see my take on cross-dressing Dismas, i gathered the written bits i had and will post them under keep reading.

yep, it's the same Dis as RRR one, so those are from his backstory :}

no, unfortunately i dunno how to incorporate those into RRR proper as of now :{

viewer discretion is advised! some snippets mention sexual predators, dubious attitude to women, and dubious attitude to men in dresses

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"Have you ever worn a dress?"

Dismas barked a laughter:

"Bitch, I can rock two-inch heels on cobblestone!" he snickered again. "Comes with bein' a conman. n' havin' good balance, I s'ppose. So lemme tell ya from experience that lace is itchy as fuck."

He laughed again, shaking his head. Ah, to be young again!

"Let's just say, the number o' times I had t' dress as some nun t' get outa hot water is definitely higher than one. So yeah, I wore a dress. A wedding gown once, e'en. Was drunk as piss at that time, tho, we had a huge haul. Robbed some convoy that was bringing wedding gifts for some rich fuck. That night things were wild in the camp."

Ah, he did remember the wedding gown, though. He was scrawnier of them all, shorter. And though his anger, ruthlessness, and being unhinged started to stir others away from playing tricks on him, Dismas still wasn't on the level of fear and respect he was aiming for to be left completely alone and in peace.

So he ended up in the wedding gown, white as milk, sewn with some glass beads and river pearls, and collectively shoved by the rowdier of other brigands into the boss' tent despite fierce resistance - just to be mocked, since he apparently wasn't spending all his time to hone the skill with dirk and a gun, but was simply "arrogant squirt".

Surprising exactly no one, the older man was amused by that. Boss stared him down, a condescending grin on his face, so Dismas did what he always did: he went on the offense. Straightening up instead of trying to cover that ridiculous dress, hand on hip, the challenge in the eyes.

He remembered drawling "like what ye see, ol' man?".

Surprisingly, the head of the brigand actually did. Or maybe he was impressed by the shameless display. Or maybe both.

But that was one weird promotion to get.

===

"What's a dumb but hilarious thing that happened to you?"

Dismas laughed and shook his head.

"Do ye wanna list or somethin'? My whole life is dumb but hilarious!" he snickered, swiveling the booze in his mug. "But fine, there was this one story, see. I like t' think 'bout it sometimes."

He leaned his cheek on his fist and grinned.

"See, I had t' dress as a nun t' get away with my hide intact in one town. n' i can be quite convincing in my walk and poise. So here I am, with my stubble-covered mug hiding under the cowl, head low, mumbling somethin' prayer-passing to get through some alley or another, n' this guy jumps me. Well he thinks he jumps me, but I can't just shoot the cretin since 'tis rare for vestals to carry flintlocks, aye? Well, he pushes me to the wall n' starts the usual dronin' 'bout wantin' to live n' pulling up my skirt if I did."

The highwayman's grin became even wider.

"Well, I was in a foul mood, n' thought why the hell not? The guy seemed so eager. Could've been a fun tumble, right? So I undo m' pants mumbling that I'm just unclaspin' chastity belt, n' give m'self a few good jerks - one has to look presentable while showing off his, he, dagger, right? n' this moron just stands and is positively drooling there, like a dog that's near a bitch in heat. I can't e'en blame the guy, I was using my spare shirt as padding in place of tits, those must've looked like quite the peaches to grab."

Dismas gestured on his chest, showing quite impressive imaginary brests, especially considering his height and physique.

"If only ya 've seen his face when I yanked the skirt up!" the highwayman shook with laughter. "He e'en dropped the knife, the cretin! n' I just stand there, cocking an eyebrow at him. So when he failed t' do anything, I offered to measure who has the longer one and who ends up winning bends the other guy. God's tits, he was running and yellin' about demons before I e'en finished speaking."

Dismas coughed up another bark of laughter and took a swing from his glass.

" 'ere's a life lesson in this, I s'ppose. If e'erything is going too well n' you think ye got yerself a busty vestal to dick, take a moment t' look closer. Maybe 'tis an unshaved guy with a boner instead."

===

"Any more stories about wearing dresses?"

"Ya really love yer dresses, eh, pal?" Dismas chuckled, swiveling booze in his glass, and hummed, digging through the crypts of his mind. He then huffed a peal of laughter. "Aye, there was one! We needed t' infiltrate one o' them nobleman's villas. n' we had one fiery lass on our team, who e'eryone assumed would go in as a lady with me as her bodyguard, n' we'd get floor plans n' guard rotations."

The highwayman chuckled, remembering Firebird's face when he dragged the bag of all the lady shit and dumped it all over her tent's floor. The sourness, the resentment, the rage.

The hurt.

However, just as vividly he remembered how quickly those were washed away when she had heard his plan - and his questions.

The rogue took a swing and shrugged.

"I mean they weren't wrong, technically. Lady Dimass and her guard Hilde indeed infiltrated the villa n' did what needed t' be done." The scoundrel grinned, remembering Firebird's surprise when she saw him rocking the heels like it was nothing. "Wigs don't care if ye have a dick n' those fans are incredibly convenient t' hide stubble, just sayin'."

[randomreadingtimewithtsuki]

Can I request a yu yu hakusho jin x (female human) reader? :) Something like them meeting each other at the dark tournament, reader being on team uramashi and very shy. Jin takes a liking to her , Sorry I'm new to this requesting things on tumblr XP

Hello! Thank you for requesting! You did just fine requesting! That is the correct way to do so!

I hope this is of your liking!

Please let me know what you think!

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You joined the urameshi team in an unofficial way, how? By being kind of a healer. You had decent healing abilities that also recovered stamina, just a little bit, but it was good enough to help the boys go on to the next challenge!

In the fight against team Masho you slightly recovered Yusuke's stamina. That called the attention of one of the members, not in a bad way, no he was actually very interested in you.

You only came to know this through Yusuke. He said the red headed youkai - Jin - asked a few questions about your ability and mentioned it to be "convenient ".

It slightly annoyed you to be seen as just convenient. But seeing how much Yusuke liked the guy, you just brushed it off.

You decided to grab some ice for the Urameshi team - they would probably need some - while they rested for a bit after the fight.

While you were looking for an ice machine or anything remotely like it, you heard a voice from behind:

??: Hey! It's you!

You turned around to see no ody at first, but then a chunk of fluff red appeared from above. Soon you could see blue eyes right in front of yours:

Y/N: Ah!

You almost fell backwards from the scare you had by having Jin suddenly appearing in front you.

What broke your fall was Jin himself, he noticed you lost balance and held you by your arms:

Jin: Sorry, sorry! I didn't mean to scare ya!

He was grinning. It kinda pissed you off how much he was grinning, but you just sighed:

Y/N: It's… it's fine.

Jin: Ya sure 'bout that?

You nodded at him. He let go of your arms and proceeded to make some questions:

Jin: So… what are ya doing here on yer own? It's not good for a human to walk alone around here.

You were a bit taken aback, but his concern seemed genuine:

Y/N: I just came to get some ice… or try to…

Jin: Hm… so ya lost?

You didn't want to admit it, but you burning cheeks couldn't hide it:

Y/N: ….A little bit?

Jin: Haha! I see! I will help ya! But in exchange tell me more about your ability!

He happily pulled you along. It felt as if you didn't say anything he would have pulled you along anyway.

But you did indulge him and gave a brief explanation of what you could do and soon enough you were standing in front of an ice machine:

Jin: Oh, so ya can heal stamina too?

Y/N: Yes, I can. Not much though.

Jin: That is so convenient!

You were growing annoyed again. But before you could say something he mended another sentence:

Jin: That would be so helpful and it is also a great trump card to have ! Can ya heal ya own stamina?

Y/N: No.

Jin: Ah… I see, gotta be careful to not run out of it…

Y/N: Yes.

Noticing you were done with fetching some ice, Jin asked you:

Jin: Shall we go back now?

Y/N: You… are walking me back?

Jin: Yeah, it's dangerous here, besides that will melt.

He pointed at the ice bucket you had:

Y/N: We are not that far though?

Jin: Hmm… I guess not… but I can take ya there! It's a lot faster!

Y/N: Take… me … there?

Before you could think better Jin swept you off of your feet and literally flew around the halls. You were scared for dear life, so with your free hand you held to his neck, which only made him giggle.

When you got closer to the boy's room, he dropped you off, quite gently.

Jin: How was it? Faster huh?

Y/N:... Yeah faster…

Jin: Wasn't it fun?

Y/N: It was.

As soon as you said that you smiled. At the moment you noticed your smile you tried to hide it away. You stutter your way into thanking him:

Y/N: T-thanks for… for helping me.

Jin: Sure! Remember to not go around on your own!

Y/N: Sure, I will keep it in mind.

Jin waved you goodbye and you kind of waved back. He wasn't that bad, he was kind of nice. A little crazy, sure, but good hearted.

You wondered if you'd be able to talk to him again, smiling to yourself. Little did you know Jin was already thinking how nice you were and lowkey cooking up a way to talk to you more freely.

You seemed a little too shy for him, so it would be his mission to make you smile more!

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Thank you for reading!

I hope you enjoyed what I had to offer!

[total-drama-takes-takes-2]

ttwt episode 4

“Last time, on Total Takes World Tour: Our pilot accidentally took a wrong turn and landed us in the vast ice sheet of Greenland, home of glaciers galore! After building their very own sleds, the three teams pushed it to the finish line, but only the Mojos won the challenge. Team Yaoi took their first fall and sent home the unlucky Joner, leaving a team full of enemies with nothing holding them together. Will someone finally snap and commit a crime? Will I ever get another hot chocolate refill? Find out now, on Total Takes: World Tour!”

“Mm, now that’s more like it,” Patrick yawns, lying face-down on the first class massage table while an attendant works on his back. “I deserve this.”

“For doing what, exactly?” Michela asks. 

Patrick lifts his head from the seat. “This team would be nothing without me,”

She rolls her eyes and sits back in her plush seat. Albert gives her a reassuring pat on the shoulder. 

---

Back in economy, Max balances his face in his palm and hunches over himself, blinking slowly. He looks exhausted, with heavy dark circles under his eyes. Beside him, Bonnie stretches and yawns, looking over their shoulder. 

“Woah, dude. Did you catch the plague?”

“I was up all night. I couldn’t sleep thinking about those two chumming it up in first class together,” he mumbles. 

Bonnie sighs. “Max, you need to get a grip. Do you trust Michela?”

“Of course I do,”

“Then you shouldn’t be losing sleep over it,”

Max frowns at her. “Okay, so, say, if a super cool, famous, good looking and much taller guy started flirting with Caesar, you’d just be cool with that?”

Bonnie hesitates. “It’s not… like that, with Caesar,”

“Really? So you wouldn’t be pissed off if he went out with someone else?”

“I mean… I guess, but, for different reasons,” 

Max rolls his eyes and goes back to blankly staring out the window. 

---

BONNIE: “Okay, since when did everyone and their pet hamsters decide they have any right to make decisions about my relationships? No one even bothered with me and Caesar until that stupid aftermath thing!”

---

“For the record, I think you and Caesar are so sweet,” Staci says, clapping her hands together. “You’re literally perfect for each other! How do you do it?”

Bonnie blinks. “Um… do what?”

“I mean, you guys are total opposites- how does it work? What makes it stick?”

“I don’t know- and we’re not total opposites,” Bonnie protests. “We have a lot in common.”

“SO cute,” Staci giggles. “I hope my future relationship is just like that!”

“Can we stop talking about this?” Phillip groans. “You liberals and your woke labelless relationships…”

Staci shrugs and turns back to Kelly, much to Bonnie’s relief.

---

BONNIE: “You know it’s bad when I’m agreeing with that guy,”

---

“Attention, campers! You better buckle up and hold on tight, cause we’re about to enter the Windy City!” Chris’ voice blasts over the intercom, feedback squealing. 

“The what?” Ass asks, but before anyone can answer, the plane begins shaking violently. 

The teens scream and hold onto each other for dear life as the cabin trembles once again, then smooths out as the plane descends. 

Courtney huffs. “You know, I’m starting to think they’re just doing that for fun,”

---

“Welcome to Chicago, Illinois!” Chris says, standing on the tarmac as the contestants file out of the plane. “Home of deep dish pizza and the Sears Tower, this city is known for being a top tourist destination- for everyone but you.” he chuckles. 

The teams look between each other nervously as Chris leads them to a boat on the banks of the Chicago River. 

"OMG, this is so my challenge. My dad is totally from Chicago," Staci says.

"Ooh, we're so winning!" Kelly says. The two squeal, and Max's eye twitches.

Chris smiles, stopping them in front of the water. “Your first stop- Riverwalk! This boat will take you to one end of the four-district public space, and from there you’ll make your way to Lake Michigan for your next challenge!”  

“This seems too easy. What’s the catch?” Julia asks. 

“Excellent point, Julia!” Chris beams. “In the New York episode of the original world tour, our contestants took baby strollers- and, as a fan of the classics, I think it’s only fair you kids do the same. But this time, one of you will get to push the stroller, while everyone else piles in.” 

The teams groan and board the boat. 

---

“This is the place. Okay, so who’s pushing?” Courtney asks. No one volunteers. “Come on, guys, we actually need to stick together to do this. We almost got Joner killed because we couldn’t work together!”

“So?” Mal asks, eyes trained on her phone. 

Courtney glares and storms over to her, grabbing her phone and throwing it in the river. Mal screams bloody murder. “MY CUSTOM COMMISSIONS WERE ON THERE! DO YOU KNOW HOW EXPENSIVE THOSE ARE?!”

“Don’t know, don’t care. Now PUSH!”

None of the other teams are doing much better. 

“Sometimes, I wish Chris would assign these things,” Michela sighs. “Okay, who’s pushing?”

“You did a fine job being our dog last time,” Patrick shrugs. Michela glares. 

---

MICHELA: “You know, I am starting to get really fed up with that guy,”

---

“Okay, princess. I’ll push again. But if we lose, you’re my first vote,” she points directly in his face. He rolls his eyes. 

“Oh, please. Like anyone would choose you over me. They love me!”

Austin and Sha-Mod both cautiously shake their heads. Albert shivers. 

Nearby, Team Friendship sets off with Phillip pushing- though he’s not exactly doing a very good job at it. It’s like he’s trying to move a boulder up a hill. 

“You said you lift weights,” Bonnie grumbles. 

“I said sometimes!” Phillip says. “I just started! Besides, this is good for my gains.”

Max palms his forehead and Bonnie sighs. 

“Does anyone have any idea how long this thing is?” Mal asks, gently pushing the carriage along. “I’m boooooored.”

“Oh my God, you’re like a toddler!” Ass snaps.

Courtney smiles and pulls a set of keys out of their pocket, dangling them in front of Mal. Her eyes light up and she starts moving forward faster. “Oooh…”

Ass chuckles. “Nice one,” 

They and Courtney make fleeting eye contact and then quickly look away. 

“See? I told you we’d do well,” Patrick says as Michela outpaces Mal by a mile. 

“Oh, please. You guys weigh nothing,” she says. “It’s like I’m pushing a cart full of groceries.”

Julia watches Team Mojo pass them and shouts to the back of the carriage. “Can you jingle those things any faster?”

“Oh, relax,” Ass says. “Team Friendship is Magic is never gonna catch up to us.”

---

Sure enough, the group has only moved about a foot from the start line. Phillip is crying and panting like his life depends on it, trying to push the carriage with his entire body weight while Team Friendship is looking less than enthused. 

“Okay, I’ve had about enough,” Bonnie sighs, getting up. “Let me.”

“Uh-uh-uh!” Chris appears out of nowhere. “No tradesies, no takesy-backsies!”

They groan and sit back down, jostling the cart. Phillip cries in anguish. 

---

Team Mojo screeches to a halt at the mouth of the Lake, Michela panting heavily. Team Yaoi isn’t far behind, pulling up just as the former unloads and runs to the mouth of the lake, where Chris is waiting. 

“One, two… looks like we’re missing a team!” Chris chuckles. “Oh well! Welcome to the next part of your challenge. Chicago is known for many things- architecture, Irish-American pride, but most of all- meat-packing! That’s right, we’re standing in the American center of butchering, packing, and unions! That is, until abouuuut the 1920s.” he chuckles. “Your next challenge is focused around one of the many abandoned factories, where we’ve set up a replica of a classic meatpacking block.”

Albert goes pale. “Um… guys, I don’t think I can do this. I’m vegan,”

“Oh, please. Who’s afraid of getting a little bloody?” Patrick chuckles. 

Behind the Mojos, Team Friendship finally arrives, Phillip looking like he was wrung out and left to dry in the sun. He collapses as the teens begin unboarding, and Staci picks him up and slings him over their shoulder like he’s made of paper. 

“See you all in the former meatpacking district!” Chris shouts, setting off. 

--- 

“Guys,” Albert shakes nervously. “I can’t do this. I’ll be sick.”

“Luckily for you, there were no government regulations about what goes into industrial meat packing back in the day,” Chris chuckles. “Vomit, metal, fingers… Those machines weren’t FDA approved, after all!”

The teens look between each other nervously. 

“Your job is to pack as much meat as possible- when the timer runs out, you’ll embark on your final leg of the race to Cloud Gate,”

“You mean the Bean?” Staci asks. 

“No,” Chris glares. “It’s called Cloud Gate.”

Max crosses his arms with a smirk. “He means the Bean,”

Chris grumbles to himself and storms off as the sound of loud metal grating forces everyone’s attention to the conveyor belts and large machines surrounding them. From behind a sectioned-off room, the conveyor belt begins carrying pink lumps of mush. 

Albert is a sickly shade of green. “I can’t do this,”

“Hey, you got this,” Michela puts a hand on his shoulder. “Just pretend it’s… pink tofu.”

He takes a deep breath, then smiles and nods. From across the room, Max grits his teeth at the interaction. Bonnie rolls their eyes. 

“Does anyone have any idea how to do this?” Mal asks, sitting at a tinning machine near the end of their line. 

“You’ll figure it out. And if you don't, what’s a lost finger to you? You can still type with nine,” Ass says. 

Courtney giggles and turns back to organizing the tin cans. 

The faint sound of a ringing bell catches everyone’s attention. “Oh, brother,” Bonnie murmurs. 

“Song time, my industrial stars!” Chris’ voice blares from the observation room above. “Singing makes the work go by faster!”

Mal rolls her eyes. “What’s there not to love about The Windy City?”

Courtney joins in, and the song continues down the conveyor line. “The trains are colorful, the lines are pretty!”

“The crime is high, the river’s dyed!” Ass sings along. 

All three jump in. “What’s not to love about Chicago?”

“The lights are brighter, the fun is funner!” Sha-Mod sings. “The Italians are beefier, the bums are bummer!”

Austin skips along, shoving pink slop into a can. “The violence and crime make every alley shine!”

Albert picks up the verse shakily. “What’s not to love about Chicago?”

“The museums and the art, where sculptures are the stars,” Max goes on. “Even though there’s no such thing as spriiiiing!” 

“Meat break!” Sha-Mod says, tossing a handful of pink in the air. It sticks to the ceiling. 

“For the love of veganism, STOP!” Albert says before a chunk gets on his hand and he passes out. 

“Millennium Park and the hustle-bustle,” Julia sings. 

Bonnie picks up. “Hot dogs while the mobsters tussle!”

“And Cubs brands for all us Cubs fans!” Staci squeals. “What’s not to love…”

Kelly and Patrick jump in. “What’s not to love…”

“What’s not to looooove about Chicago!” the teens finish off. 

The loud metal screeching picks up and the conveyor belts come to a stop. Albert groans a small “Thank God,” from the ground. 

“Let’s see, let’s see, let’s see!” Chris comes out of the observation room wearing a vintage suit and swinging around a cane. He approaches the ends of each conveyor belt and studies the tinned meat. “I can tell you who’s not winning.” he chuckles, jabbing at Team Mojo’s measly pile of cans. “Looks like Team Yaoi has finally pulled it together!”

The four cheer enthusiastically and clap their hands. 

“You four will be getting a five minute head start on your foot race to the Cloud Gate,” Chris says. “NOT THE BEAN! The first team to arrive wins the challenge. Readyyyyyy? Go!”

Team Yaoi sets off first, dashing out of the factory and leaving the remaining teams behind. Michela helps Albert off the floor as Patrick grumbles to himself about carrying the team again. 

On the other side of the room, Max sits on the ground, joined by Bonnie, as Kelly and Staci start yapping again. 

“Hey,” Bonnie says, turning to Max. “I’ve been thinking about what you said, and I wanted to say… you’re right. I get where you’re coming from. Maybe you two should talk about it.”

He sighs. “I know. I won’t, though, I’m just overthinking. I don’t want to start a fight over nothing,”

“What makes you so sure it’d be a fight?”

“Experience,” he murmurs. 

Phillip strides over and sits between them. “What’re we talking about?”

“Nothing,” Bonnie and Max say in unison. 

“Oh, okay. Cool. Does anyone want to read my poetry?”

Bonnie and Max both stand and walk in opposite directions, away from Phillip. He sulks. 

Nearby, Kelly and Staci are gossiping loudly, the latter not bothering to watch her volume as she goes on about her personal life. 

“I mean, I’ve been thinking about it, and I had this revelation,” Staci says, flexing her wrists. “We can do study dates! I mean, she’s a STEM major like me, so the extra practice couldn’t hurt. And we get to spend time together! It’s a win-win!”

Kelly nods along, smiling, but soon turns away and stares off into the distance. 

---

KELLY: “I guess… I don’t know. I used to think having a big heart, being a hopeless romantic was a good thing, but it just makes me feel more alone than ever,” they sigh. 

---

Chris stands in the doorway, tapping his watch. “Five, four, three, two… and one! Get mov-” the teams barrel past him, knocking him onto the ground. “OW!”

---

Team Yaoi navigates the city, looking between them. “Screw a head start, I would’ve preferred a damn map!” Ass sighs, exasperated. “Does anyone have any idea where we are?”

Julia shrugs. “Chicago?”

“Very helpful, thank you!”

“You know what would be helpful right now? Google Maps! Let me just pull out my phone and we can find where the Bean is- oh, right! Some WITCH destroyed it!” Mal screeches. 

Courtney rolls their eyes and pulls out their keys again, jingling them. Mal’s pupils dilate and she stares, transfixed. “Okay, now what?” they ask. 

“Look!” Julia points. 

Down the street, Team Friendship dashes by, led by Staci. The Yaois turn to each other. “Follow them?” Courtney suggests. 

Ass shrugs. “I don’t see why not,”

And with that, they set off. 

---

“There it is! The finish line!” Staci points ahead, the large silver Bean coming into view.

“Mojos on your right!” Bonnie yells. “And Yaois on our left!”

The three teams are neck-in-neck, running alongside each other on other sides of the same street. “Hurry!” Max shouts. 

As the teams get closer and closer to the finish line, each fighting for victory, they make fleeting eye contact with each other- Staci glares at Ass, who glares at Max, who glares at Albert. 

Just mere inches from the Bean, Staci shouts: “JUMP!”

The two other teams follow suit, everyone jumping. A cloud of dust kicks up, obscuring the finish line. Chris’ eyes widen. “And the winner is… is…”

The dust clears, revealing Courtney’s arm has just passed the painted checkers. “The Yaois have won the challenge!”

The respective team weakly cheers. 

“Who loses?” Patrick demands, pointing accusingly at Chris. 

“No one does, silly. This is a non-elimination award challenge!”

The two losing teams breathe a collective sigh of relief, while the Yaois boo. “And for you winners, here’s your prize: a gourmet deep dish pizza dinner, finished off with dessert from Portillo’s Cake Shake!” 

The Yaois cheer and Staci sighs longingly. 

---

The winning team feasts in the galley together, enjoying their meal within sight- and smell- of the other teams, who are munching on gruel. 

“Well, this blows,” Michela sighs. 

“I don’t think I could handle another loss,” Max adds on. “I might start tearing out my hair and banging my head against the wall.”

Michela laughs, then smiles. “I’ve missed that,”

Max smiles back. “I’ve missed you, too,”

Bonnie watches from afar and gives a thumbs up. Staci aws, prompting an eye roll and a grunt of annoyance from the goth. 

“How’re you feeling, man?” Sha-Mod asks as Albert pokes at his gruel. 

“Sick,”

He shakes his head sadly, the Lightning picture taking on a sad expression. Patrick rolls his eyes. 

---

PATRICK: “Another day, another challenge passed thanks to yours truly,” he sighs. “Honestly, I don’t know where they’d be without me. But I do know that I’m carrying this team- and if they want to keep winning, they’re going to have to fall in line.”

[idealisticrealism]

TCL 3x03 thoughts

Many thoughts and spoilers, as usual.

The Main things:

Given the timeframe with Fi’s journey back (and needing her in time for the Child Protective Services meeting), it can’t have been more than a day or two since the last episode.

The reappearance of Adan’s name in the credits was very confusing until Russo produced the video. I’m pretty used to the body double use now (managed to not even cry at the sight of my boy, which I'll take as progress) so my main thoughts about the vid were that it looks just like a scene from a fic idea I had last week that did make me cry, and also that if the footage is from a police body cam, I’m guessing that cop is dead/unconscious and slumped against their own vehicle given the angle and the fact they’re not moving…

Calling it right now, ‘Jeremy the handyman’ is undercover FBI. Russo is smart enough and determined enough not to put all her eggs in the Nadia basket, so I think that this is her other plan to take Thony (and through her, Arman) down. And as she later tells Nadia: nothing is ever as it seems. So I'm convinced the racist attack on the Cleaning Ladies office was fabricated by the FBI to allow ‘Jeremy’ to be introduced into Thony’s life in a way that would lead her to trust him quickly and allow him into her circle, especially with his kindness and all his sentiments about the shittiness of xenophobia and how ‘this is her home, no matter what anyone says’. I’m actually genuinely pissed about it tbh, bc Thony deserves that kindness and support for real, instead of having her isolation and fear and vulnerability preyed upon by people who want to throw her behind bars just because she didn’t play by the rules of their flawed and biased system…

Sigh honestly though, Thony is too stubborn and short-sighted for her own good. Like yes she saved Soledad’s life by ignoring Dante’s orders, but in doing so she risked her own life as well as Fi and Chris’ lives, and also jeopardised her relationship with both Ramona and the CPS worker who is responsible for deciding if Luca should be taken from her or not. At least she’s written consistently in that she always tries to do the ‘right thing’ and save the person in front of her, but that means she often overlooks the potential consequences of taking that action and the overall balance of good vs bad that would come out of it. Like I’m guessing she’s one of those people who absolutely hates the Trolley Problem lol

Well now we know how Paolo’s money comes into play… funny that if he’d never given Chris the money, Chris wouldn’t have been able to give it to Camila and her mum, which means they wouldn’t have come on the crossing, so he would have never had to fight the guy to defend Camila, and wouldn’t have ended up getting stranded in the desert…. Again, this show really is great at demonstrating those ‘well-intentioned actions leading to bad outcomes’ moments 

This ep is really trying to give Jorge a bit more depth, from him being all cute about Violeta’s soccer practice (showing he’s an involved dad who is also laid back and knows how to have fun, not one of those intense/pushy ones), and how his warnings to Thony have become less like threats and more like well-meaning advice. He’s willingly acting as Thony’s chauffeur rather than sending an underling to do it, and he’s also letting her debate with him on a more even level than before, where previously he just shut her down immediately. He even actually seems to listen to her about not hurting Nadia and the idea of letting Ramona meet Nadia instead (given what we see in the trailer). The scene where he finds her with the van is likely meant to look like he is hiding something, but I think he is genuinely looking for Arman and actually didn’t know that this was the van that took him, and he just doesn’t trust her enough yet to be open with her about it.  I also think he respects that she cares enough about Arman to stand up to him, to challenge him about his possible involvement– if I’m right and he truly is trying to bring Arman home safe, her persistent loyalty to Arman even in the face of danger to herself would be a big point in her favour. 

Okay what the hell is the little glass jar Thony finds, though?? Something of Arman’s? Something that they can get a bad guy’s fingerprints off of to give them a lead? A sedative medication that indicates he was drugged and taken somewhere, rather than killed and dumped?? I need answerssss

Poor Nadia is suffering through feelings of betrayal on all sides here lol. I don’t blame her at all for going to Russo and trying to save herself and Arman through a deal, but I’m so relieved that Russo’s obsession with punishing Arman has made that alliance an impossibility. Now all we need is for Nadia to cool down a little, and realise that despite everything, there’s only one person she can truly turn to… (and yes, I’ve written a fic about it lol)

“You ever notice that everyone around him turns up dead?” lollll look at this show being all self-aware about its tendency to just kill off its problems haha. But still, Russo’s got it all wrong; Arman’s not the common denominator here. He may have been the one pulling the trigger a few times, but he was almost never the one actually setting the events in motion. Instead, it’s Thony. Despite being someone who tries at all times to save lives, Thony is like an unintentional angel of death for those she encounters, and sadly Arman is going to be the next to fall.    

Other stuff:

It was interesting to see how clever the cartel is with all the different types of vehicles they use to transport people in order to avoid suspicion, I wonder how realistic that is?

I love that the show has continued its tradition of having cleaners/household staff regularly appearing in the background, highlighting the fact that even if they’re often overlooked, they’re there

The date on the bodycam is messing with my timeframe for the show based on the only other previous reference to dates that we’ve gotten, and though I know they probably just picked a random date, I don’t like it haha

That was very cool imagery with Ramona’s tea, of something shrivelled and dull being put into an intense environment and blossoming into something amazing… hmmm, wonder what they’re trying to say about Thony there haha

Fi totally ships Chris and Camila lol. I love the bond that formed between the two families (Fi protecting them in the store by putting on the Southern Belle act was awesome), and I hope Camila and her mum continue to be in the show, like maybe Fi and Thony could hire the mum as one of their cleaners and help both of them settle into life as an immigrant in the US. 

Also, the ICE raid was hard to watch, but bless the ladies in the store who helped them to hide! True allies!

The emotional song playing at the end as Fi and Chris are left behind is called 'Sister, Take My Hand' which just feels fitting for this show

Anyway, really looking forward to the Nadia & Ramona meeting next week. My wild dream of a badass coalition of mob women (Thony, Fi, Nadia, Ramona) running Vegas may just happen yet…

[genuinehc]

Mediwhump May Day 2: Stitches

Challenge: @mediwhumpmay 2023 Fandom: Marvel - Winter Soldier/Black Widow Prompt: Day 2: Stitches Tags/Warnings: hurt/comfort, medical whump, stitches/sutures 

Bucky jerks as Natasha’s needle digs deep. 

“Stop squirming,” she mutters. “This is hard enough as it is.” 

“I promise, this isn’t more fun for me,” he shoots back. 

The gash she’s stitching is on the back and inside of his left thigh. A little deeper, a little more to the left, and she might have been trying to find a surgeon to repair a severed hamstring on short notice, rather than sewing her partner back up inside the loo of a nearly-abandoned petrol station. 

There’s just enough room for her to sit on the toilet and him to balance on his right foot, pressed against the door, while she works on the laceration, blood streaming down his leg, soaking the black trousers around his ankles. He’s going to leave a trail of bloody footprints if they’re not careful. From the smell of things, though, a makeshift surgery isn’t the worst thing that has happened here. The smell of blood barely registers above the piss and shit. 

It’s not the best place to be doing this, but it’s not the worst either of them have done this, either. She wipes blood away to see the seam starting to form under the carefully laid suture. 

“Are you done?” he asks in her pause. 

“Almost. I’m worried about how much blood you’re losing.”

He grunts and shrugs with one shoulder, unconcerned. His metal arm is doing the work of holding him up in the stall, fingers locked over the door. He’s holding a pistol in his right hand, ready to burst through the door if someone tries to attack them. 

For a moment, Natasha imagines him doing that with his trousers still around his ankles and she snorts with amusement. 

“You think this is funny?” He tries to crane his head around to see her, but he can’t without moving his body and her needle goes wide again. “Ow! Fuck!” 

“Stop moving!” She lightly swats his ass in admonishment, but he doesn’t move again.  

“Fuck you.” 

“In the gas station bathroom? Isn’t that a little down and dirty for you?” She purrs coyly and is delighted when she sees a flush in his ass cheeks - proving that she still has it and he hasn’t lost nearly as much blood as she feared. 

“Natalia, I swear to god-” 

“There, we’re done.” She finishes her stitching and ties off the suture. She gropes for a gauze pad and holds it to the laceration. “Can you put weight on this leg?” 

Bucky shuts up and tries, too much weight at first and his knee buckles. The steel door of the stall groans under his weight as he catches himself. “No, no, I’m fine. Give me a sec.” 

This time he balances a little more carefully and Natasha can see the moment that he forcibly sets aside pain, setting his shoulders, shaking his head. 

She hates this, hates seeing him reach for conditioning he never should have endured. 

But right now? Right now he needs it and frankly, so does she if they’re going to make it out. 

She finishes wrapping the bandage around his leg and puts away the kit while he pulls his trousers back up and settles his belt. They wash their hands in silence. 

Natasha reaches for the lock on the door and hesitates only long enough to see Bucky’s glazed eyes and pale skin under his stubble. But whatever he’d been thinking gets pushed to the side. 

He meets her eyes and nods once, answering the unasked question. “Yeah, I’m good. Let’s go.”

[kuromi-hoemie]

ramble

i had sm fun yesterday. i got hella burnt out from work lately so i took a day, and i got to put some serious time into 2 new games I've been meaning to check out, got to do some drawing and also had time to watch a few episodes of the latest(/last?) season of my show.

drawing has been especially satisfying lately.. i feel like I'm hitting a point where i can feel myself improving quickly and things r starting to click more when i draw. i still have a long ways to go before I'm as good as i want to be but like.. i can at least see the path to get there now ykwim?

and then my games lmaoooo, one of them is hard to mod and doesn't happen to have any cheats in WeMod either - but it's also super hard bc I'm not used to games where i just have no way to parry/block and it's also one of those where just touching an enemy does damage >.> the enemies also respawn without u having to go too far away so doing the platform challenges while trying to deal w all the enemies was pissing me off!!!! i haven't been this frustrated with a game since i played dark souls 3 (my first fromsoft game) for the first time 💀 idk when I'll come back to it but it is pretty fun for the most part; they balance enemies, environmental hazards and platforming really well so if ur good at that i recommend checking out Gravity Circuit.

the other game though is BlazBlue Entropy Effect and it's so good actually. I've been HOOKED, most of my day went into that. the combat is so fun 😔 i don't really have a rant for it I'm just excited to play more and draw more this weekend.

🧍🏾‍♀️i gotta work today and I'm tired and don't wanna, but at least i got a lot of fun lined up for me when i get back later

[crimsonblackrose]

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Omg Rosa giving Robby a sack lunch. This melded family is exactly what Robby needed.

Lol Johnny putting beef jerkey in both of their lunch bags.

Okay that's super cute, Anthony stealing Daniel's croissant and blocking Daniel's moves and look at his big smile.

Omg Chozen.

Amanda's face when she see's chozen. 🤣 She does a double take.

Aw Robby with his new student welcome folder.

Johnny: We're going to the warehouse to break some bricks.

Miguel to Robby: Can you give me another? Robby: More tape it is.

Poor Johnny his warehouse he was using for his dojo is gone. That's his second dojo...gone

I mean, he shouldn't have been using an abandoned warehouse, but still. Ow.

Daniel knows what it's like to one day out of nowhere have your home destroyed (start of TKK3)

Aw Johnny looks like he's going to cry.

Devon having fun sparring with Chris, Bert, and Nate.

Did you make this Mitch?

Aww Chris and Mitch made up

All that remains of Eagle Fang's warehouse dojo:

Poor Johnny on top of losing his dojo his teaching day got moved behind Chozen's.

Wow we got a lot of new students.

Sekai taikai happens every 2 years

omg lol what is THAT?!

Wow Chozen, that was mean and low.

Also like why? They got along so well last season? They were bros. What the heck happened?

I mean of course Daniel wasn't going to go for Guy Fieri vampire Mr. Miyagi. And Mr. Miyagi never would've wanted his face on the dojo logo.

Daniel, did you tell him the importance of the original bonsai patch? That Mr. Miyagi's wife made that for him, the one who died in with his son in a concentration camp. I think if you expressed the importance of it you wouldn't have ended up with this type of logo.

Because I can't fully blame the kids, they're trying to find balance and they're wanting to ensure everyone is included and their feedback is heard.

Like the history of the design is important too but no one knows.

Also poor Daniel. Now he's got two to deal with.

Most awkward double date ever.

I mean chopping down a tree and having the kids pull it is an interesting idea. But maybe start a little smaller? For the new kids at least? Also where are you going to do this Johnny? There's no space for this at Miyagi-do and what tree are you going to cut down? You can't just cut down random trees.

I can't believe we're back on this. I thought we fixed this last season. Also it feels like they gave Daniel's whole deal over the name to Chozen. Like Chozen, I get sekai taikai is huge, but this isn't really your dojo....you are a karate master with your own classes in Okinawa.

Lyle, why do you even have that? Also, Johnny is Lyle who you go to for all your non-grocery store/non-hardware shopping?

Where are the kids when you need them to make a lotr joke? "And my axe!"

Johnny will back down if he loses, but he won't give up with out a fight is just...well always been him. And he's right he's been training these kids longer than any of them except maybe Daniel and Sam.

Daniel claiming Johnny sort of as a friend and paying for the rest of the axe.

good point tory, college for robby and tory might be difficult.

Omg the TKK1 call back!!!! That's a good one!

Ali was pissed at Daniel when he did that too.

Kenny has got so tall, is he taller than Robby now?

SHAWN! They did say he was supposed to get out over the summer.

Chozen, why are you doing what Sato was doing in TKK2?

The point of Sato doing this was that he and Mr. Miyagi had found that piece of wood themselves. It was a symbol of their friendship he was trying to break because he was hurt and angry. You don't have anyone in the states that you've been friends with since childhood that you're challenging to the death.

Daniel has a point. Plus he's already gone down this road before, see season 4.

Chozen got 80 stitches in his back.

Omg, Chozen you're pissed at Johnny because Kumiko didn't call you back?

Oh wow he broke it, the only other person we saw do that was Mr. Miyagi himself when Sato was pinned under one.

Lol Johnny going into Coyote Creek with his axe.

You know, I also was expecting Kreese. I was not expecting Stingray making his own version of cobra kai in the woods with a bunch of kids and an audio recording of Kreese. Kiddos, do your parents know you're here? Have you all been kidnapped?

Johnny training Miguel to fight a batting machine all the way back in like season 1 coming in handy.

It hasn't been very long, Tory's hands still bandaged.

Omg shawn punched through the wire fencing and got stuck. Maybe he should also join miyagi-do/eagle fang

Stingray...where did you get that photo?

This Saturday.

Okay follow up question, Johnny why is that one of the photos on your facebook page?

Awww Stingray. Cobra Kai was awesome when Johnny was in charge.

stingray's movie mention: Revenge of the Nerds

Stingray hows the kids 40 bucks due to a swear jar

Stingray pointing out how much Johnny letting him study in his dojo helped him and how his way of building up student's confidence is better than any other sensei around.

Awww Shawn pointing out that no one took the shots they could've.

Another kid not knowing who they are or who they want to be after all the karate stuff.

Shawn is such a good big brother.

Oh man, so proud of Daniel.

Also so proud of Johnny.

So much growth

I also love that Chozen and Johnny are like hell yeah we're still fighting, but now for funsies.

Both Chozen and Johnny look so happy.

KENNY!!!! (he looks like he's going to cry)

Omg the look Chozen and Johnny give before attacking Daniel. These old guys finally having fun.

I was so concerned, and now...so happy.

Love the new patch because it honors Mr. Miyagi but also acknowledges that Johnny is a part of this and everything he's been through.

[oliviap]

Reflection

Overall this course as taught me a lot of skills in all three programs. Coming into this course we were asked to rank our skill level in each app. My original rankings were:

Illustrator: 7

Photoshop: 3

InDesign: 0

If I was asked to reevaluate my skills now I would say my Illustrator has changed from a 7 to a 9.5, Photoshop has changed from a 3 to a 6 and InDesign from a 0 to a 7.

Even at the start of this course, I was already very comfortable with Illustrator as it was the main program I used for design in high school. I was familiar with most of the tools we learnt so that learning was really just developing and mastering them. At the start of the course I bezier lines were frustrating and while I could draw reasonably well with them, I avoided it at all costs. I now really enjoy using the pen tool and bezier lines. I used it in so many of the tasks through out the course and I found every time I got faster and better. One thing I wish I knew in high school was the short cuts for the selection tool (v) and direction selection tool (A). This would have saved me so much time!

I knew very little on Photoshop when we started this course. I had done some drawing and image manipulation in digital technology at high school but that was the extent of my skill. Even now I don't feel I know a huge amount of what Photoshop offers but I'm very comfortable with what I learned in this course. I have used the adjustment tools were learnt outside of class numerous times as it was so simple to understand. I also found selecting and mask images was really fun and easy to pick up. I missed week 5 originally so I had to catch up later so I didn't have the chance to do it before week 6. It was explained to me in class and I found I grasped it pretty easily. I admittedly did forgot some of the stuff I learnt but I was able to refer back to tumblr and it was easy to remember after a quick recap.

Before this course, I had never heard of or used InDesign before. We used InDesign in our graphic design class as well while learning it so this made it way easier to learn as I was using it for around 9 hours a week in classes. I found that InDesign was really easy to use and especially helpful for text layout. The columns tool was really helpful in creating even, balanced layouts in my graphic design class. This also taught me a lot about general text, like a lot of the terminology (e.g. kerning, tracking, leading).

I think the program I found hardest to work with was Photoshop. While I enjoyed fixing the images, I've never had a very good eye for photography so it took me a while to be happy with my results. It was also frustrating how a lot of the commands didn't overlap with Illustrator. In Illustrator you hold down shift to restrict when resizing where as in Photoshop it morphs and manipulates it. This pissed me off quite a lot. But with time this became more natural and I just learnt it and did it without thinking.

If I didn't understand something in class I was able to go back and find the instructions on Moodle or Teams. This really helped me keep up to date and properly process what I was doing. I also used videos on Youtube to help me if I couldn't figure something out. Often they were on older versions of the programs but they were still mostly the same.

I think my favourite task was the two illustrations we had to make in Illustrator. For my first one I decided to make a bike. I used the pen tool as well as pathfinder to do this. Once I was done, I decided I wanted to add to it as I didn't really find it challenging. I decided to add two parrots to the bike because why not? To challenge myself, I didn't trace them from the reference I just tried my best to make the right shapes and then used the direct selection tool later to edit it after. I really loved my second illustration, I got quite carried away and just kept adding and adding to it. I decided to try recreate my original drawing as a challenge and I wanted to see what I could produce when using Illustrator.

Overall I was pleased with my final booklet project. To be honest I don't think it was the best display of my Illustrator and InDesign skills. I decided to procrastinate this booklet a lot as we had a lot of other projects due at the time. I started the booklet on Wednesday night which in reflection was stupid. I really should have chipped away at it over the days prior so I wouldn't have had to do so much work on Thursday night. But for the time period I did it in I'm pleased. I do like the actual book. I really enjoyed researching all about the different meanings behind common nursery rhymes. I decided to make my book a book for adults rather than children. I kept the cartoonish style of nursery rhyme books but added some much more disturbing imagery.

If I was to repeat this I would have liked to make some more vector images so showcase some more skills but I'm pretty happy. I definitely shouldn't have put it off. I really liked my drawing for 'Ring Around a Rosie'. I'll probably end up adding more detail to it once this course is finished.

[eluxcastar]

I was being a single mom who works two jobs loves their kids and never stops (I have no children 💀 but it felt that way). Guess who's about to ruin the aesthetic dividers by haphazardly shoving every divider they've ever used in (update got pissed off trying to move them with my fingers they match now)

HOUSE OF WOLVES AU OMG, I feel like thematically that makes the most sense. If they have equal shares of that (or both wanted it/both knew they both wanted it), attacking where it hurts, Arle feels very Pantalone-like— she needs it for the orphanage, most likely, whether she's entitled to it or not. What better way to throw her off than to destroy it?

Leaving the orphanage unprotected would be a blind spot, and that's something to be exploited. He can weaponise the fact he sent loverboy after it, and even if she does get it, it'll be one last middle finger to say Pantalone got the last laugh. Tbh, I think it would be generally interesting for loverboy to have to fight those three, but also so extremely stressful because that's an uneven matchup. Strangely, I almost feel like they wouldn't totally want to fight each other either because none of them have anything against each other; they're just butting heads because the people they're associated with are.

I find it absolutely hilarious because, like, Dottore just existed doing his thing, and they all went, "Yo what the FUCK is up with that guy—" and made the tbf pretty sane choice to just not touch whatever is going on over there. Not everyone can be child reader protected by the threat of Arle's belt

His opinion of Pierro literally being

is so funny to me because, much like half his opinions on people, he's like, "WOW you're actually INSANE" like loverboy is too NORMAL. Get him OUT OF HERE

Also, the fact Capitano is so "You look like something a kid imagines under their bed or in their closet, but instead of eating the exposed limbs from outside the blanket, you just tuck them back under so they're nice and warm. Chill dude" I giggle

Tartaglia also feels so real because comparatively to the Harbingers, they are burdened by normalcy 💀 Tartaglia is so easy to be like, "Fight?? Oh, that's wonderful, no thanks—" and carry on because he may be microwaved but professionals have standards

LISTEN he's still got the temper but he just smiles through the pain of wanting to shoot people a little better now. It's about balance 🙏 you can be as fucked up as you want as long as you can hide it better than Dottore so people don't wanna kill you with hammers. You can't trust that face but for a minute you could think that's a man who wouldn't gaslight gatekeep girlboss (you'd be wrong)

Farsighted Pantalone is an interesting thought 🧐 unfortunately I am currently near-sighted, a blind bitch as some might say, so I will have to consult childhood me for that because I went from having reading glasses to distance glasses 😭 so if I ever wanted to write Pantalone leaning pov that would be a fun challenge

omg omg. loverboy who struggles to adapt to life again because he's in what should be a peaceful environment, he doesn't have to do anything like that anymore, and he should be fine. It somehow only gets worse, like being in a place where that's not acceptable fucks him up more, he's more violent than when he left because being a fatuu meant he had to be or he's get killed—for three years that was drilled into his head and now it's stuck with him. He reacts to the things working at the Northland Bank borderline conditioned him to, including scammers who think they can pull one over on him, and how was he told to deal with that? Break some bones.

Then the paranoia really starts to set in. What if he's too good at it? what if those three years were able to grind away at him just enough because, when he looks at all the people around him who assumedly also spent three years working for the fatui, the mildly envy-fuelled rose-coloured glasses he views a fraction of their lives through make everyone else seem so much more adjusted than he is, even though he tries to go back to civilian life like nothing happened.

it does a little bit make him a victim of perception, and he probably knows there's more than what little people present of themselves, but when you're struggling to fit back in where you're forcing yourself to fit, riddled with lingering guilt and the fear it got to you after all and are probably not living in the best circumstances now that you're without you nice fatui pay, you're gonna end up a little bit blind to reality and get stuck in questioning yourself.😭

I ACTUALLY DO I JUST NEVER POST IT because I may write it, but I certainly don't write it well, at least not that I have any confidence sharing. I imagine horny people are horny regardless, but I care even for the residents of horny jail, so I save them from the poorly written smut of my drafts. Idk how to explain in anything but the citrus scale, and I refuse to elaborate on that further because it's a relic of my days on a cursed orange app we all know and tolerate

all that is to say I'm totally fine rambling about it dw I keep a stash of nasty fics/art that would put a victorian nobleman in a permanent coma CIA couldn't waterboard some things outta me

BUT SO TRUE pathetic sobbing messes are just 🤌 I remember you told me about the corruption kink way back when you made the Kaveh request yes I remember these things it's archive memory still coming btw just on hold while it simmers again

I am inclined to agree, especially in Liyue. I think it would really kill some opportunities for him to have a former debt collector on his resume because that doesn't exactly speak to someone with a lot to offer but a good customer service smile. It's definitely not the kind of work history people would trust, especially not those who have bad blood with the Fatui 😔

That would also make an abundance of sense as to why dear old dad was so split between giving everything to the Tsaritsa and providing for his wife and son 💀 kid's gotta eat, and dad likes his job for the honour of it; it just works out to a father who went to get mild regularly in pursuit of following orders when loverboy was young

Literally, they DESTROY me. I have to write my own fics and save them for later when I get sappy over them and go back to read all the backstory and scenarios and stuff I wrote. It's a one-man show out here made for Riri by Riri 😭 throw them all in my notes, and when I feel sentimental, decide that it's the perfect time to go cry over Neru not being canon it or how cute Quintil and Skuld are or sob because Vela is so precious and I explode because Adam's her BOY her BABY and— this is not about loverboy anymore backtracking

RIGHT it's so delicious to think because it requires action from Pantalone that forces him to consider the viability of loverboy at all. He knows who he is, knows that guy is crazy because he tries to push him out a window, briefly considers making him bite the curb and ultimately decides to dig up some dirt on him and put this ViSiOn fROm ThE gODs of his to the test. Another opportunity to almost kill each other acquired

UNHAPPILY REFERENCE SPOTTED bro has such strong preservation he was working HARD GOING places all to get back to him husband who decided that fucker better have.wonderful explanation or he can chew lead. (Second instance of Pantalone being a little bit impulsive and rash because of anger)

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I ran out of images 💀💀

ME AND THE HOMIES VIOLATING ETHICAL BUSINESS PRACTICE WITH THIS ONE 🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥‼️‼️‼️ he wants that reinforced mop on his knees again giving him that same incredulous look he gave him back when Pantalone watched him first kill someone he wants to find the reddest lipstick he can in hopes of recreating that moment when he ran his thumb over his bloodied lip and made an even bigger mess of him

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the amount that has been written about this man is crazy we've got a whole essay here 😭😭 he's so spoiled but he deserves it because he's the baby boy 🙏

Ok lets go SImply reblogging your oneshot for my req isn't enough i need to analyze and annotate the entire thing like a literature professor and tell you Everything. (✿◡‿◡)

pantalone might be ooc

He's not!!!!!! by which i think this is fairly a Really Good portrayal of the guy considering the 5 sentences we know about him. He's strict!!! frankly a little scary!! And also chill and positive about loverboy!! But it felt Just Right!!!! ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

descriptions of blood

description so good i might as well have killed that man myself

...pretend that his lore has a spot where this fits perfectly

I think i can make it fit!! would you be cool with making minor changes if so?

"You're very good at what you do."

Imagining the same voice as sebastian michaelis saying this with the sexiest buttersmooth voice is eviscerating me. Very self-indulgent but praise kinks will always slay so hard.

...on the verge of stabbing him a moment ago. 

This,, and the small thing i wrote about loverboy launching them both out the window to escape an onslaught of assassins in my other req. get you a ship where one of them has completely normal knee-jerk reactions to kill the other <3

...as he crushes their hand beneath his shoe without mercy

Fatui Harbingers - House of Wolves - KIERU 0:15

...Instead, Pantalone looks unfazed by it all, stopping as he reaches the other side of you, free of most of the blood. He greets you with a knowing smile as he usually does.

hey ririto this is so ominous and eerie for some reason not known to me. Just the backdrop of grey and snow and probably a gruesome corpse right next to loverboy and Pantalone has a silent smile through everything. Delicious sentence 10/10.

"I knew making you a banker was a good idea,"

THIS IS SO. The confidence and quite calm assurance that pantalone says this with is SO. You'd never be sure whether to lean into it and let out a sigh of relief,, o r back up further becuase it sounds so good but all in the wrong ways.

...thumb brushing across your bottom lip slicked with blood.

fellas is it professional to feed double edged words of honey to your young inexperienced subordinate while kneeling in front of his battered and bruised self who killed someone for you,, and run a gloved thumb across his blood soaked lip. ( ͡• ͜ʖ ͡• )

"Who knew you had so many other talents,"

you are infusing these dialouges with crack cocaine giggling kicking my feet while being slightly concerned because Sir. What do you mean by that.

"Ah ah," he says, a harshness seeping into even just that sound. "Stay."  You stay put,

thank you for making loverboy so Ouppy.

"Lord Harbinger," you try to say

yes,, this could be a minor thing to adjust: i think we could actually fit this oneshot somewhere AFTER he gets his vision,, and BEFORE Pantalone becomes the Harbinger Regrator. Can be a valid reason for Pantalone to see that reader failed to kill the assassin from their shitty negotiation meeting,, and wanting to newly test him again after he had his vision + ambitions awakened to see if he can get past the fear of killing NOW. (Even then,, maybe due to inexperience/unfamiliarity of using visions, reader didn't think to raise his advantage of supernatural powers against another visionless man in this scenario.)

I'd think his first kill was one of the factors that caused him to leave after his 3year duty, not sticking around for Pantalone's promotion to Regrator.

"You are much like your father."

Top 10 things Not to say to someone with daddy issues-

...they're as wet behind the ears as you are.

Dear diary, Today i learned a new speech of expression

...Pantalone's hand that rests on your chin moves... "Now, try again. Dear banker, whatever do you mean?" 

this whole paragraph. What on earth do you mean 'ooc pantalone'. This is the MOST pantalone thing you could've written. Strict and intimidating about improving reader's meek attitude. a Push in the right direction.

"Is this a test?" you manage, words muffled by the way he squishes your face like putty beneath his fingers.

(thank you for making loverboy so Ouppy) x2

...and you know who, regardless of how 'anonymous' that source may have been in his words.

I MAY BE STUPID. （；´д｀）ゞ I CANT TELL. who you are hinting towards 😭😭

"Hold this," he adds, an unnervingly tender instruction for the way he was just behaving. 

There he is. its reminding me of: the same pantalone that washed reader with a clock in my very first req to you.

...looking probably about as pathetic as you think you do.

POV: You're Pantalone looking down at Loverboy.

I forgot how much of a bug-eyed wet dog loverboy is before his time-skip "character development" so to say. Thanks i love him.

"next time someone approaches you from behind, don't wait to stab them. Don't reach for your wet knife with your wet hands, either. Both of those things will get you killed."

I think pantalone is entirely having too much fun with observing Loverboy try climbing the ropes to how REAL fatuus run business.

"Come now. You want to go home and back to Liyue, don't you? I'm tired of this cold." 

Σ(っ °Д °;)っ back to liyue??? Loverboy is Liyuean??? pantalone stays in liyue??? I ALWAYS THOUGHT arlecchino called pantalone a bitch in Signora's funeral for "never leaving the comfort of his homeland?" Whuh-?

ALL IN ALL,, CLOSING THOGUHTS,, GOOD FOOD RIRITO DINNER HAS BEEN SERVED, ATE, AND LICKED CLEAN 10/10 ILY

I GOTT THIS JUST BEFORE I WENT TO SLEEP AND ONLY JUST GOT THE TIME TO ANSWER IT BUT I KNEWWW YOU WOULD GET THE HOUSE OF WOLVES REFERENCE

That is true actually and I realised after I posted it that like, wtf is in character for him?? 😭 he's said like two things and while I have memorised those things they're not a lot to go off but I'm glad you enjoy him (ﾉ´▽｀)ﾉ♪

Also if you can make it fit, feel free ☆(≧∀≦*)ﾉ I sorta only had a vague idea of where it might go, but at that point in time, loverboy works abroad in the Northland Bank. I'll also throw in that he travelled there for that job and unfortunately does not come from Liyue 😔 (unless he's supposed to?? I got the impression he was from Snezhnaya) it was more a "I bet you'd love to be back at a desk job rn" or something to that effect, loverboy is going back to the bank once things are settled where he belongs but Pantalone isn't going with him (hence why they're in Snezhnaya when this happenscause I also interpret at as him not liking to leave Liyue)

I'm so glad the J Michael Tatum love never stops but also you're so right praise kinks absolutely do. I also noticed that them trying to kill each other is like, a repeated theme so far 😭⁉️ LIKE WHEN PANTALONE WENT TO FIND HIM LAST ONESHOT HE WAS GONNA KILL THAT FUCKER

Confident possibly mildly degrading Pantalone is literally my favourite thing, like I chew on him. I chew on him being unnervingly calm because what would he have in the eyes of a wet mop boy besides an unwavering poker face. Get yourself a man who uses the blood of your enemies like your lipstick and knows he made good choices stationing you at his shady probably money laundering black hole of debt he calls a bank

Yk I agree actually I was trying to figure the timeline out in my head and realised it would've made more sense to happen before he was a Harbinger so I agree with this revision that actually makes it fit the lore and if I ever decide to make it a longer multichapter fic I'll definitely fix that 💀 t'was a victim of laziness

YES YES THIS Pantalone basically shaping him up so he doesn't literally die and being strict with it get so him. He'll prompt him to say it again but won't let it slide because that behaviour isn't going to be beneficial, especially not with someone who may be working under him long-term

I went back to read the part about the anonymous source line came from, and I think I figured out what happened here, so allow me to explain  (;ﾟдﾟ)   Ok so, it has a bit to do with the weird way I wrote this because when I said I wrote this on the train that was half a lie. I wrote some of it on the train and the rest at the library where I also edited what I already had because the spelling mistakes were atrocious. I did write down who it was but cut it when I decided it cluttered the story a bit which retrospectively was also a mistake because I didn't think about the fact it would seem like I was hinting at something at the time (ﾟ▽ﾟ*) the shorter, boring answer is that there's no one Ririto did a big silly and cut context in the chaotic editing this suffered

LMAO NOT THE CLOCK AGAIN

I love him the wet mop boy. I was like I want him to be at least a lil pathetic rn because his concerns are completely different. He's thinking about how to not die, and how much he misses his mom and his much fatui dick his dad must've been riding before death to think this career path was worth it (slash JOKING but he is still wondering why his father would have done this job willingly) that and I think men who whimper are cute thanks for coming to my Ted talk

HE IS ENJOYING IT and I love it sm

Hehe I am glad to know you haven't gone hungry today (^o^) and such high ratings for the banker and loverboy

[supermellon64]

could I get the redwood run gang roller skating for the doodle requests(Percy is really bad at it)

Oh my god I love that Idea sm!!!! I can totally see that!

I Have some head cannons about the rest of the gang. (sorry in advance for longer post then usual)

Molly, Trixie, and Feenie: I feel like they would go to a roller rink together and stay as a group the whole time. Molly probably wouldn't want to go skating very often even if she had time because it would be pretty loud, but once in a while the trio would go there when it wasn't busy. They are all equally bellow average at skating and have trouble keeping their balance. they hold on to each other for the whole time trying to keep their balance and roll around pretty slowly and bump in to the wall a-lot, but they laugh it off and have a pretty good time together.

Giovanni: Giovanni has absolutely gone to mother son skate nights every Friday since he was 5. He is pretty damn good and can easily hold his own. He wears rollerblades over roller skates as they are easier to make sharp turns in. He also gets very competitive with the other people on the rink. He uses his steam jets to go much faster than everyone else. Then promptly slams in to the wall. He also definitely wear's a dumbass outfit complete with flame decaled sweat band on his head. All the employee's know Gio, and groan when ever he comes in.

Sylvie: Sylvie doesn't strike me as someone who would skate as a sport or for fun in a roller rink. He might be convinced by Molly and Gio to go to a roller rink one night in which he reluctantly agrees. He's really shaky on skates and can barely keep his balance. He swings his feet opposite ways attempting to catch him self but ends up falling a-lot. He gets even angrier when Giovanni speeds by him. Sylvie tries to race Gio but ends up falling directly on his face and cracking his glasses. After that, Molly and Gio convince him to hang on to both of them while they skate the rest of the night. He's pretty pissed about it but he holds on pretty tightly.

Mera: Mera blows Giovanni out of the water in terms of skill. She's better at ice skating and definitely takes classes but is also insanely proficient at rollerblading. Girl did a triple axel like it was NOTHING in episode 4. She absolutely has her own rollerblades and ice-skates. Mera's insanely graceful and can pull off some high level maneuver's. Mira is extremely carful when she skates though and makes a point to swerve away from people as to not bump in to anyone. She's had some close calls, but anyone who has gotten too close had the unfortunate of being tackled by Indus.

Indus: At first glance Indus doesn't seem like he would be very good at rollerskating but he's learned to keep up pretty well with Mera. He's definitely not as skilled as her but he's just good enough so they can skate together. He cant rent skates at any of the roller rink or ice rink establishments because no one had the size for his gorilla feet. so Indus had some custom fitted. Unfortunately Indus is now banned from a couple of their favorite places on account of panic tackling other skaters to the ground when they got too close to Mera. He was dragged out by the ear by Mera.

Percy: Aforementioned, Percy absolutely sucks at this and has NO coordination for roller skating. She constantly whips forward and backward violently trying to regain balance and ends up slipping with her legs in a 90 degree angle and falling on her back. She has a rough start, but eventually starts to get the hang of it. She see's it as overcoming a challenge and is very proud of her self for it.

Zora: Zora is a hazard to those around her. She also has absolutely has NO coordination for skating and she flails around and manages to accidentally hit a couple people in the face with her flailing. She hates every minuet of it and despises that Ramsey is much better at it then she is.

Ramsey: Ramsey is actually pretty decent. He probably skated in collage and has a bit of experience under his belt. Although he's a bit rusty he can pick up Percy's slack and help her not fall down as much. He constantly teases Zora for being an elite gunslinger yet terrible at skating. She promptly uses her epithet to stop his skates and make him trip and fall on his face.

Rick: Rick does not know what a roller skate is or what to do with it. After the employee's stop him from trying to shove the skate in his mouth and explain how to use it, he roll's out to the middle of the rink and immediately falls on his face. He try's to get up 3 more times and falls on his face every subsequent time. After that he cries face down on the floor and waits till the employee's of the roller rink drag him pathetically off of the rink.

Naven: Bambi on ice. From the moment he gets out on the rink he starts shaking like a chihuahua. Moves at the speed of a snail and is a huge side hugger. He does not enjoy himself the entire time and after one lap he immediately goes back to the seating area for the rest of the night.

Yoomtah: DO NOT LET THIS WOMAN IN YOUR SKATING ESTABLISHMENT! SHE IS A MENICE TO EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE AROUND HER. SHE IS TOO FAST. YOU WILL LEAVE WITH A BROKEN EGO AS WELL AS SEVERAL BROKEN BONES.

[holylulusworld]

Board Games

Written for @flamencodiva​‘s Diva’s Writing Challenge 2. My prompt was: “Quick, hide behind the sofa!”

Square filled for @spnfluffbingo​: Best friend’s brother

Summary: Dean and you try to have fun.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: language, boredom, board games, nakedness, strip poker, cocky Dean, (very) implied smut, a hint o fluff, mentions of injuries

Rating: Teen

Words: 1,7 k

2022 SPN FLUFF BINGO masterlist

“No, I’m not going to stay here for another week,” you whine as Sam tells you that you and Dean cannot leave the bunker for another week. “We are healthy again, look.” You lift your arm, huffing as Sam crosses his arms over his chest. “I’m fine.”

“Two weeks ago, you almost got your arm ripped out, young lady,” chuckling at Sam’s pissed expression you glance up at the tall hunter. “No more hunts for you and Dean before you are healed.”

“Sammy, I’m fine,” Dean grumbles from the other side of the infirmary. The hunter broke two fingers and three ribs during your last hunt. Now he’s itchy to get out of the bunker and kill…well, anything. He even considers chasing after the little bug crawling up the walls. “Let us out, Doctor Winchester.”

“I said no,” Sam retorts.

“Aw, you only want to go on that hunt with Eileen to get laid. Don’t you lie to us, Samuel keeping us hostage Winchester,” you point a finger at Sam.

“That’s not my middle name, Y/N,” the hunter smirks as he points at something he placed on your bed. “You’ve got snacks, board games, a TV, Netflix, and alcohol-free beverages. Have fun.”

“Pie!” Dean calls from the other end of the infirmary again. “Bring me some pie if you want me to stay here.” The hunter mutters under his breath. He feels much better. His ribs are barely bruised anymore and his fingers, well he’s got three more to kill monsters. “Sammy, pie.”

“I got pie too,” you chuckle as Sam walks out of the room to get a huge paper bag full of snacks that he tugged under his left arm while balancing a box with pie in his other hand. “There you go, Dean. Snacks, pie, games, and nice company.”

“I got two broken fingers and bruised ribs, man,” the hunter huffs, but moves slowly toward your bed. He doesn’t give away that his ribs still hurt and that he likes to have a few days off. It was a close call this time. The monster almost punctured his lung.

“You will stay here and won’t go out there to hunt things,” Sam insists. “I’ll lock you in if I must.” Dean considers his brother’s words while glancing at the food. “Choose. Food, games, and Y/N, or I’ll lock you in the dungeon.”

“This must be true brotherly love,” you greedily take the paper bag full of goods out of Sam’s hands. “Fine, I’ll stay for a few days longer, Sir.”

“Dean,” the younger brother searches Dean’s face while the hunter is busy snatching the pie out of Sam’s hands. “Pie it is then.”

“Dude, you cheated,” Dean points at the Sorry! board, frowning as you won the next round. “Admit it, sweetheart.”

“How do you cheat at Sorry!, Winchester?” you quip, smirking as you bump his pawn back to its color start area and take its space. “No one can cheat at that stupid game.”

“You just did!” he grunts, throwing his pawn to the ground while pouting like an angry child. “I don’t play with you ever again.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault you are bad at board games, Dean,” the hunter cocks his head to angrily glare at you. “Don’t give me that look, Winchester. You wanted to play that game.”

“I wanted to play poker,” while you stuff more popcorn into your mouth, Dean removes the board from your bed to place poker cards in the middle of your mattress. “See, we could try to make the game more interesting.”

“Interesting you say,” you glance at the cards, smirking. “I will get all of your money and the rest of your pie.”

“No, sweetheart. We will play strip poker,” he snickers as you glance at Dean. He’s wearing at least three layers and you are only in your shirt and bra. “I will steal all of your clothes tonight.”

“That’s unfair. You’ve got more clothes on Dean,” you complain loudly. “If we are doing this, you’ll raise me two-hundred bugs, Sir.”

“I want to see naked skin, not money,” damn him. Dean flashes you a smile, chuckling as you push against his shoulders. “I can give you one of my plaids, Y/N.”

“I won’t play strip poker with you. How about monopoly?” he shakes his head. “Come on, it will be fun, Dean. We can play poker next time.”

“How about strip monopoly? The first one having a hotel will see naked skin,” Dean flashes you a cocky grin and you roll your eyes. “This way, it’ll be even more fun.”

“No, we won’t take our clothes off. My last word.”

“I raise you fifty bugs, half of my pie and I’ll take one sock off right now,” he’s determined to see you naked, so, Dean will try anything to make you cave in. 

“No.”

“Fifty-five bugs, half of my pie and I’ll take both socks off. My last offer,” you chuckle at his eagerness. “Don’t be a spoilsport. Play with me, sweetheart.”

“I will play strip poker with you if you agree to play monopoly with me first,” crossing your arms over your chest you grin at Dean. “Take it or leave it…”

Two hours later, ...

“That’s impossible,” Dean chuckles as you angrily throw the last money onto the mattress. “How could you win? HOW? You cheated, Winchester. I never lost at this game before.”

“What can I say? I’m damn good at monopoly,” he grins now. “See, we should’ve played strip poker. Now you are pissed as you lost against me.”

“Let’s play mousetrap,” you point at the next game, whining as Dean shakes his head. “Please, I wanna play some more.”

“We can still play strip poker, Y/N. Just give in,” he offers. “It will be fun.”

You moved your game night to the Dean cave, playing random games for hours until you finally agreed to play strip poker with Dean to make him shut up…

“Much better than mouse trap, huh?” Dean drops his last shirt to the ground, smirking as he sits in front of you in nothing but his boxer briefs. “One more win and you are in your birth suit, sweetheart.”

“You are naked too, Winchester. You’re not that good,” you complain loudly as you try to cover your chest with one arm while holding your cards in the other. “I still got my panties.”

“Not for much longer,” he snickers while stealing glances at you. “I’ll see your panties drop. Just give up.”

“You are bluffing,” you conclude. “I just know it.”

“I did not bluff, not a single time,” rolling your eyes you try to not give away that you are bluffing. “I’ll win this round and see you naked.”

“No, you won’t,” you sigh as Dean reveals his cards. “Damn, no!”

“Drop your panties, sweetheart. I got a royal flush. They are all mine,” he grins devilishly as you slowly get up, sighing. You turn around to shimmy out of your panties, kicking them toward Dean before covering your modesty with your hand.

“I wanna see all of you,” Dean gets up from his chair to stalk toward you, snickering as you struggle to cover your chest with your arm over your tits. “Don’t be a spoilsport. I’m dying to get a good look at your anti-possession tattoo on your ass.”

“No…I,” the door to the bunker slams close and you shriek as Sam calls your name. You called him a few hours ago to tell him you are going to burn his books if he doesn’t bring you pizza. “Shit, that’s Sammy. What do we do now?”

“Quick, hide behind the sofa!“ Dean whispers and you run toward the couch, squealing as he slaps your naked ass. “I knew it’s a perfect little ass.”

“DEAN! Y/N,” while you are hiding behind the sofa, begging Dean to give you your clothes back, Sam yells your names. “Here’s the pizza and more pie as promised. There was no hunt. It was a bear this time.”

“GREAT SAMMY!” Dean answers. “How about you take the night off and spend some quality time with Eileen.”

“It’s 4 am Dean,” Sam tuts. “Why are you still up?”

“Uh—Y/N and I played board games. Now she’s tired and we will go back to the infirmary and sleep a bit. Night, Sammy.”

“What about the pizza?”

“Put it in the fridge,” you answer Sam’s question. “We can eat it later. Night, Sammy.”

Five minutes later Sam walks into his room, wondering why you don't want to eat your pizza. 

“Dean, give me my clothes,” you whisper. 

“No, I won them, sweetheart. I’ll not give them back. Especially not your panties,” he snickers while you still hide behind the sofa. “If you promise to play with me some more, I’ll borrow you my plaid.”

“Fine, I promise to play with you some more,” he waves the fabric in front of your face, grinning. “You’re not nice. See, that’s why Sam is my best friend and not you.”

“Sammy doesn’t want to see you naked,” you groan deeply. “We both know you want me to see your cute ass again. Come out and let me have a look.”

“Fucking pervert…”

“That’s unfair!” you fall back onto the bed, groaning as Dean doesn’t want to stop playing board games. “You can’t win this round. It’s impossible.”

“Dean, I’m tired. Let’s call it a day,” rolling to your side you close your eyes. You don’t want to play another round of Scrabble. “I’ll play with you some more tomorrow.”

“Promised?” he removes the game pieces from your bed. “What do we want to play tomorrow?”

“Dean, stop talking. If you want to play a game, play the silent game,” while you try to find some sleep, Dean sits on the bed next to you. “What are you doing?”

“Do we want to go to my room and play one last game? How about I cuddle you and we decide if we play hide the salami next time,” you start giggling as he lies behind you to wrap his arms around your middle. “Is that a yes?”

“If you shut up now, I’ll let you hide the salami when you are healthy again,” Dean eagerly snuggles in your side. 

“I knew you love me.”

“Shut up, Winchester,” you are too tired to argue.

“It’s always the best friend’s brother the girls go after. I’m one lucky bastard…so lucky…”

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I'm back and I hope the sentence starters are still open!

Can I request a Giyu and Tengen (both switches) with the sentence starter: "Imagine if your enemies found out about your ticklishness. You'll be done for!"

Can't wait! Good luck and take care

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I love this! I love them! I've gotcha friend! :D

“Imagine if your enemies found out about your ticklishness?” Giyu mused, a hint of a smile pulling on his lips as he felt Tengen shake beneath him. “You’d be done for.”

~~~

Tengen asked him to train with him- an unlikely request, but he swore he needed a workout buddy and Giyu was his first option.

Totally not because Rengoku was on a mission and he’d accidentally pissed off Mitsuri.

Yep, definitely Tengen’s first choice.

He wasn’t put off- if anything, Giyu liked being asked to participate. Trying his breathing style against Tengen sounded like a unique battle, so why not?

That’s when he found himself sitting on Tengen’s back as a weight while the other tried to hold the pose with one arm.

He really needed to consider what he agreed to for now on.

“Tengen, am I really necessary for this?” Giyu asked, daring a peek at the former shinobi. “If you need weight, why not get a boulder or something?”

“Not enough challenge. A boulder I’m used to. A living, breathing human? That’s where things get interesting!” Tengen explained, not a hair out of place. “Speaking of, I need more of a challenge, Tomioka. Do something flashy and unexpected! Make me struggle.”

Giyu blinked at him, processing his choices.

Then he nodded, determination set in.

“Okay.”

~~~

That’s how he found himself here, sitting on Tengen’s back and tickling him like there was no tomorrow. Somehow the former shinobi hadn’t collapsed, keeping his balance and just barely holding in the catastrophic laughter pressing against his lips. “G-Giyu, you little-” His arm trembled, eyes staring down the ground when Giyu found his armpits.

“What? You wanted flashy and unexpected. This is what you get.” He replied simply, daring to reach around and tickle Tengen’s belly just to see what would happen.

“GHAHAHAHAH OHOHOHOKAY! WHOA-”

Tengen collapsed almost immediately, trapping himself to Giyu’s relentless fingers. Booming laughter escaped his smiling lips as he thrashed about in an attempt to get free. “GIhihihihihiihihihhiyu, stahahhahahahahap ihihiihihihihit!”

“Heh, you wouldn’t last a minute if they tickle you, huh?” Giyu mused, a rare smile pulling at his lips.

It was short lived- soon Tengen had flipped them both and returned the favor full force, scribbling into Giyu’s ribs until he was red faced and wheezing with laughter.

It was fun- maybe Tengen would ask Giyu to help him again sometime.

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pride. (m)

pairing: sugardaddy!xiaojun x reader

words: 4.7k+

summary: stacked with two jobs, tuition bills and rent payments, an opportunity falls into your lap that leaves you wanting more.

genre: fluff, smut

warnings: creampie, breeding kink, semi-public sex, oral sex, degradation, overstimulation

It all started before you hit rock bottom.

When you enrolled in college and decided to study music, your parents refused to pay for your tuition as they had hoped you would pursue law instead. You’ve been passionate about music since you were younger, and financial burdens were not going to hold you back from pursuing your dreams.

You spend most school nights working a low wage job, and switch to a different low wage job on the weekends. You hardly had time to balance studies and work, but in order to make ends meet, you fill your body with caffeine and call it a day.

You’re in the middle of wiping down the counter of the campus’s local ice cream parlor, ignoring the email you received from your landlord minutes ago. It was yet another warning notice to pay last month’s rent, a task you’ve been putting off for weeks.

There’s barely anyone who comes into the shop this late at night on a weekday, only a few who have a midnight craving they have to fulfill. You’re surprised when Doyeon comes barging into the shop at half past midnight, dressed to the nines in her custom Versace gown.

She sighs and throws herself down on one of the parlor chairs. “I feel sick to my stomach. Is it possible for your intestines to hurt so much from champagne?”

You laugh at her. Doyeon was your first friend when you came to campus, and you were blissfully unaware of how wealthy she was until three months into your friendship. Her mother recently remarried and Doyeon despised her stepdad, but she never had any complaints about the money he carried with him. Doyeon’s offered to pay off some of your loans so that you wouldn’t have to work two jobs, but you always turned down her offer. You couldn’t take money from her — you had to have a little bit of pride.

“What happened now? More sleazy old men hitting on you?” You question, leaning over the counter to ask her.

“You know me so well,” she sighs, her curled hair styled perfectly down her shoulders. She removes her heels for a bit so she can breathe. “And Doyoung was complaining the entire time, pissing off my mom. You know how my brother is.”

You’ve met Doyoung once or twice, and he was very similar to Doyeon — confident, smart and not afraid to speak what’s on his mind. Doyoung had a very difficult time adjusting to their mother’s new beau.

“You know what would be nice?” Doyeon asks, eyelashes fluttering at you. “If you come with me next time.”

“You know I can’t,” you decline, moving to check on the tubs of ice cream. “I’m too busy with work and school. Can’t leave for a night of luxury.”

“But you can,” she whines loudly. “Just let me pay your rent for last month and we’ll call it even!”

You roll your eyes. “I hardly call that even, Doyeon.”

She huffs. “Please? I can’t stand to go to another one of these things and listen to those snotty people tell me how lucky I am that my mom found that douchebag. You would make it so much more fun, and save me from a night of torture.”

For the first time, you’re contemplating Doyeon’s offer. You’ve known for a long time now that you’re running low on funds, and you’re scared that if you don’t find a way to pay your landlord, he’ll end up evicting you. Your eyes glance up to meet Doyeon’s, who has her puppy dog gaze turned on.

You sigh. “Just one event. That’s it.”

She squeals, and almost jumps over the counter to hug you.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you! I love you, thank you!”

You awkwardly pat her back. “Yeah, yeah.”

—

Doyeon failed to tell you that the event she was dragging you to would actually take place within a week.

You scrambled to find a dress and how to style your hair, knowing that if you showed up in an off-brand name, you would immediately look like an outcast. Doyeon saved you from the humiliation, shoving you into a Valentino dress that had your eyes rolling out of your head at the price tag. She also hired a hairstylist on the day of to come over and fix you up, which you clearly disagreed on until Doyeon told you it wasn’t up for debate.

And now, here you were, standing in the middle of the most luxurious place you’ve ever stepped foot in. Doyeon leans over to whisper to you while you’re eyeing the waiters and waitresses walking around with trays of champagne.

“Just smile and act like you only care about money.”

She tugs you forward and you try your best to match her pace. A girl approaches you two first, nails wrapped around the stem of her glass. She’s wearing one of the most beautiful gowns you’ve ever seen, a Chanel piece her mother imported for the event.

“Hyojung, you’re way too young to be drinking anything,” Doyeon scolds.

“Calm down, mom. No one’s snitching except you. Who have you brought?”

Doyeon beams and loops her arm through yours. “This is my friend from college.” She gives Hyojung your name and you offer your best smile.

Hyojung returns your grin. “Nice to meet you. Where do your parents work?”

Doyeon opens her mouth to tell Hyojung the truth, but you stop her.

“They own a few chain businesses in our hometown. Nothing too grand,” you inform. Hyojung nods in agreement, eyes darting somewhere else.

“Well, Chanwoo is here. I’m going to get the gossip that he owes me from last time.”

When Hyojung leaves, Doyeon frowns at you. “Why did you lie?” She questions.

You shrug. “I would rather not be a fish out of water here more than I already am. It’s better if people think I’m at least middle class.”

“Okay,” she says slowly. “You know I’m not ashamed of you, right?”

You giggle and pat her cheek. “Of course I know.”

“Finally!” You hear someone exclaim, and you turn to see Doyoung rushing over to the two of you. “Where the hell have you been? Mom’s going to murder you for showing up so late.”

Doyeon rolls her eyes. “Relax. We took a long time getting ready.”

Doyoung smiles gently at you before tugging his sister away. You feel even more awkward, hands folding together as you sway in the middle of the room. The people around you are talking animatedly and you can faintly hear the sound of the violin in the back of the room. You wonder if you should pretend to go to the bathroom or find somewhere to sit-

“Never seen you here before.”

You turn to see a guy your age, dressed in a full Armani suit and Rolex watch shining under the sparkling chandelier. You awkwardly clear your throat.

“Uh, yeah. My friend brought me. Do I look that weird?”

He chuckles, running a hand through his chestnut locks. “You look beautiful. I’ve just been to plenty of these galas before and I’ve pretty much memorized the guest list.”

Your heart lingers on his compliment and you avert your gaze.

“My first one. Are they always like this?”

“Boring, you mean?”

You laugh and he joins in. You swear you feel butterflies frantically flying in your stomach.

“So, what’s your story? Also have rich parents?” You ask.

He nods. “My mother owns half of the city’s major businesses. I’m Xiaojun, by the way.” You give him your name and he smiles, motioning to the back of the room. “Want to talk where it’s a little less loud?”

You agree, smiling and taking his arm as he leads you to the less chatty part of the room. You both sit on a luxurious velvet couch, a piece of furniture that most likely costs more than your entire apartment. Xiaojun hands you a glass of champagne, his smile taking your breath away.

“Tell me a little bit about yourself,” he muses, eyeing you carefully.

You laugh. “Is this a job interview?”

He shrugs. “Could be.”

Your eyebrows furrow at his answer, but you figure rich people were always weird and vague like that. “I go to the same college as Doyeon, and I’m studying music. Not really much to say, I spend most of my time working.”

He nods, and you can’t place what the look in his eye is for.

“Music, that’s interesting. What made you decide to take on such a daunting major?”

“Daunting as in it’s not law or business?” You counter, giving him a look.

He holds his hands up in surrender. “Hey, no judgment here. In my world, I haven’t met anyone who isn’t a law or business major. It’s nice to have a change of scenery.”

He challenges your gaze, and you feel a warmth in your stomach you haven’t felt in months. You jump when you hear the shriek of your name and Doyeon comes charging towards the two of you.

“There you are! Jesus, I had to hear Doyoung fight with my stepdad for almost ten minutes.” Her exasperation turns into surprise when she sees Xiaojun seated next to you. “Oh! Hey, Dejun. Didn’t see you there.”

He offers a smile. “Hi, Doyeon.”

“Do you mind if I pull her away for a bit?” Doyeon asks, but she’s already looped your arm through hers. You slightly protest when she tugs you away from Xiaojun, but you’re immediately distracted by her next question. “What the hell were you doing talking to him? You know what Xiaojun is famous for, right?”

You frown, looking over your shoulder again to see him, watching as his line of sight carefully follows you and Doyeon.

“No, I don’t. He seemed nice. What’s the issue?”

Doyeon rolls her eyes. “He’s a sugar daddy. Always looking for new sugar babies to satisfy him. He’s been blowing through girls like the wind for the past year. He’s not good, and I don’t want you in his company without me.”

You try to process that the man you were just talking to was, in fact, scoping you out to get a potential new sugar baby. You can’t wrap your mind around it, even when Doyeon drags you to the corner of the room, where Doyoung and her stepdad are still fighting.

Your eyes linger on Xiaojun’s table, but he’s already long gone.

—

“Nice shop you got here.”

You practically jump out of your shoes at the sound of the familiar voice, almost spilling a cup of ice cream down your front. You nearly get whiplash with how fast you spin around, eyes widening at the sight of Xiaojun standing in the middle of the ice cream shop. Your manager, Seojeong, raises an eyebrow at your skittish nature.

“Is there a problem here?” She questions, but you immediately brush her off.

“No, no problem!” You squeak. You immediately rush over the counter and push Xiaojun out of the shop. “Seojeong, I’m taking my 15!”

“Um, okay?”

Once you’ve got Xiaojun on the street, you take notice of what he’s wearing - another dark Armani suit, same Rolex watch, and hair styled in a way that’s meant to make your panties drop. You push back your thoughts and whisper harshly to him.

“I know why you’re here.”

He raises an eyebrow, smirking. “Do you now?”

“Yes, I do,” you state confidently, tilting your chin up. “Doyeon told me about your little sugar daddy scheme.”

He laughs. “Ah, is that what they’re calling it now? Didn’t realize I was such a bad guy for wanting to help out girls in bad situations.”

You scoff. “Do you get off on this? Lowering yourself to the underprivileged lives of the poor? Pretending to be the hero that saves the damsel in distress?”

He snickers at your line of questioning, shoving his hands in his pockets and eyeing you. He leans down so that you’re face to face, and you falter as he becomes closer to you.

“And if I do? What if I like giving you money so you don’t have to work two jobs?”

“How do you know I have two jobs?” You inquire.

“You looked so lost at that gala. I told you I’ve memorized the guest list — you’ve never been on it. It became relatively easy to discover the rest of the details. It must be exhausting doing this everyday, haven’t you ever wanted a break?”

You fold your arms across your chest and take a step away from him. “What’s in it for you?”

He grins. “The pleasure of your company.”

“What kind of company?” You ask, doubting him. You won’t lie and say the offer isn’t intriguing to you. You still have pride, definitely, but the weight of two jobs has really taken a toll on you lately. Plus, Doyeon said Xiaojun breezes through girls anyways. You could get a break from paying your rent for a few months and before you know it, he’ll move onto the next charity case he wants to help out.

There’s no harm in that, right?

Your thoughts are blown through the window, however, when his smirk grows wider. You’re sure there’s a large damp spot in your underwear right now.

“Whatever company you like, little one.”

You’re fucked.

—

You keep the relationship with Xiaojun quiet and under wraps. You know Doyeon would have many thoughts about your choice, and she would probably convince you to let her pay your bills instead of Xiaojun. You couldn’t place that burden on her shoulders.

Surprisingly, Xiaojun doesn’t ask for much. He swings by the ice cream parlor once a week, drops off a $1000 check, stays to chat for a little, and leaves. Seojeong doesn’t raise any questions, albeit you’ve seen her glance at the envelope you leave in the back room. You would’ve thought that Xiaojun is the type of guy who invites you over to his penthouse apartment to get to know him, but he’s been quite reserved. He never crosses the line with you, and his questioning stays on the topic of your classes and work. You continuously wonder how to captivate his attention and if the other girls before you failed to do so.

About a month into the deal, your patience wears thin. You’re not even really sure why you’re frustrated in the first place. Anyone would love a no strings attached deal like this, getting $1000 every week with barely any commitment. You quit your other job because you don’t need both paychecks now and you’ve been able to keep up on rent. However, a part of you expected to be close with Xiaojun in some way at this point, especially considering the way he was flirting with you when he first propositioned this.

You’re fully prepared to confront him on Friday night, the same day he usually drops off the check and chats with you for a bit. You practically throw yourself over the counter when he takes a step inside the shop, yelling over your shoulder to Seojeong that you’re taking your break.

Xiaojun laughs at your eagerness, allowing you to tug on his suit as you pull him outside.

“Someone’s excited today. Need the check that badly?”

You frown at the accusation and exhale. “No, as a matter of fact, the money you’ve given me so far could probably cover me for a year.”

“Then what’s with the frowny face?”

“There’s a catch here, Xiaojun, I know there is. You’ve been too nice,” you say, waving a finger at him.

He smirks. “Have I been? I told you, little one, all I need is your company. You’ve given that to me every week, haven’t you?”

You scoff. “Barely. We talk for a few minutes while I’m making orders for other customers and then you leave. I would hardly call that company.”

He gets even cockier, if that was humanly possible. Xiaojun has to know what he’s doing to you — the mystery of his true personality starting to make you curious.

Similar to your first meeting, he leans down until he’s a few inches from your face, eyebrow raised. “Didn’t mean to neglect you, little one. Did you want more from me?”

You shift awkwardly, tension building in your stomach from his words. He was clearly teasing you and his patience was stronger than you previously believed. He waited a month just to have you desperate like this, wanting something more than a few minutes of his time. You’re so wet at this point that you’re definitive Xiaojun knows.

To prove your point, his smirk grows wider. “What are you doing after your shift?”

“U-Um, I have some homework to finish-“

“Great, I’ll pick you up after work and you can finish it at my apartment.” He doesn’t give you any time to protest, moving closer to you, his breath hitting the shell of your ear. “Next time, little one, just tell me you need more attention. Daddy will gladly give it to you.”

—

You’re a nervous wreck when Xiaojun’s expensive Rolls-Royce pulls up to the curb after your shift has ended. His car looks terribly out of place on the streets of your dirty campus, but he doesn’t seem bothered in the slightest. You quickly get in and ask him to go before anyone can recognize you.

The ride to his apartment in the upper part of town is filled with silence, making you even more jittery. Xiaojun, on the other hand, is calm and collected with one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the console. You try to swallow your nerves and reason with yourself.

This is just Xiaojun — son of a multimillionaire, heir to many respective companies within the city. This is just Xiaojun — the man who’s been giving you $1000 every week with no strings attached, the man who’s clouded your dreams for the past month on more than one occasion.

Unfortunately, you don’t have any more time to dwell on your thoughts when Xiaojun pulls up to the parking garage of his complex. The both of you exit the car and he hands the keys to one of the valet drivers. His fingers fall to the small of your back as he guides you inside.

You try to avoid the blatant stares from other residents. You’re still dressed in your work clothes, a simple t-shirt and pair of jeans, but you couldn’t look more like a fish out of water. Xiaojun doesn’t seem to mind, walking into the elevator and pressing the top floor button. You ride the elevator in silence, and your eyes nearly fall out of your head when you reach the penthouse.

The apartment is straight out of the movies. The decor is extravagant, and you’re afraid if you touch anything, you’ll have to pay a fine. Xiaojun leads you to the dining room, pulling out a chair for you, despite your confusion.

“You can finish your homework here. I’ll be in the study upstairs.”

“Wait wait wait,” you stop him, placing a hand on his chest. “You’re leaving?”

He grins. “Did you want me to stay?”

He was really going to make you beg for it. Your eyes narrow and you feel a burst of confidence run through you. You tilt your head up until you’re a few centimeters from his mouth.

“You said Daddy would give me more attention if I asked for it.”

He growls, eyes darkening. Before you know it, he has you pinned to the grand table, staring at you as if you’re his last meal. It’s your turn to smirk as his control snaps, fingers digging into your hips roughly.

“Think it’s fun to test me? The other girls before you were more behaved,” he hisses, eyes wandering to the valley of your breasts.

“But you don’t like that, do you? You like it when they disobey,” you murmur, pulling him closer to you. “You like giving them their punishment.”

Xiaojun’s lips are pressed to yours before you can even fully register what’s going on, his body locking you against the wood. You whimper, hands gripping his forearm to keep steady. It’s messy and frantic, and you can see all of the built up tension starting to show.

“What would Doyeon think of you whoring yourself out for money?” He snickers, making you feel small under his gaze. “I bet she would be so ashamed. Little one gave up her pride for a few thousand dollars?”

You whine. “It’s not like that.”

“But isn’t it?” He questions you, fingers unbuttoning your jeans and sliding them down your legs. You wish you had worn a sexier pair of panties today but Xiaojun seems satisfied nonetheless, snapping the elastic against your skin. “Can’t wait to get a taste of this cunt. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it, little one?”

You probably look pathetic like this — half of your body sprawled across Xiaojun’s dining table, pants around your ankles, and a large wet spot ruining the fabric of your underwear. You pitifully nod in response to his question, eyes locked on the bulge straining against his expensive trousers. He chuckles when he follows your line of sight.

“Hungry?”

You fall into the role so easily. “Yes, Daddy.”

He directs you on your knees, the cold marble floor sending a shiver up your spine. You eagerly watch him unbuckle his belt and exposing his leaking cock for you. The tip is red and angry, demanding to be touched.

“Go ahead, little one. Make Daddy feel good.”

You wrap your mouth around the tip, nearly moaning at the taste of him. You haven’t been intimate with someone in so long and his cock has your mouth watering.

“Good girl,” he soothes, pushing his cock further down your throat. Tears immediately spring into your eyes when he ignores your gag reflex, hands gripping the back of your head as he guided you. “Shh, doing so well for me, little one.”

You allow him to fuck your mouth, trying to brush aside the tears falling down your face and saliva pooling at the sides of your mouth. It’s filthy and you love it — you haven’t been used like this in months and you never realized how much you missed it.

“Your mouth is so perfect, fuck,” he groans. “I’ll pay for anything you want if you stay on your knees like this, all pretty for me.”

You gasp when he lets you breathe, pulling his cock away. He chuckles at you, fingers returning to stroke himself as he watches you regain yourself. He tugs you back on your feet, overlooking your wobbly legs and pushing you into the living room. You’re about to question him on what he’s doing until he’s shoving you up against his glass window. You gaze downwards, seeing a plethora of people passing by on the street and cars honking to one another. It’s a view you only see in the movies, and you know Xiaojun’s eager to fuck you into the fantasy.

His fingers slide into your underwear, breath hot against your neck. “Look at all of them down there, little one. Bet they want to be just like you, fucked so good for everyone to see. Even better when I cum inside you, hm?”

You freeze. “D-Daddy,” you whisper frantically. “I’m not on the pill.”

He’s silent behind your figure before you feel him playing with your folds, your wetness coating his hand.

“Isn’t that nice? What do you think of getting knocked up, little one? This entire place could be yours, you would never have to step foot in that ice cream shop again. All the wealth you never imagined, you could spend all day in bed with me while I stuff you full. You would look so pretty on Daddy’s arm. I wonder how many times we could sneak away from the crowd so I could fuck my cock into you. Wouldn’t that be a dream?”

You gasp, growing wetter by the second. He easily slides a finger into your heat and all common sense is thrown out of the window.

“Please fuck me, Daddy,” you beg. “Please please please. I’ll be good for you, I promise.”

He laughs at your desperation, pushing another digit inside. “Even though you’re not on the pill? How filthy of you, little one.”

It’s sick. You barely know this man but all you want is his cum inside you. You can imagine the headlines now — Millionaire’s Son Gets Poor Girl Pregnant. But you want it. You want it so badly.

You hear the tearing of your panties but you couldn’t give a fuck what happens to them, pushing yourself further into him. He laughs again at you, tip lining up to your entrance.

“Beg for it.”

You cry. “Please, Daddy! I want it, I’ve been so good for you! I’ll let you cum inside me and everyone can watch. I want them to see who I belong to.”

“Fuck,” he growls at your submission. You nearly scream when he pushes into you, his girth bigger and thicker than you’ve ever taken before. On top of that, you haven’t had sex in months and the stretch is almost unbearable. Your head rolls back but Xiaojun grips your chin and forces you to look outside the window. “Look at all those people, little one. They’re about to get a nice show.”

He gives you no time to adjust, thrusting into you like he wants to break you. His fingers tangle into your hair and he pulls roughly, causing you to yelp at the pain. You’re past the point of coherent thinking, Xiaojun’s cock fucking you so good you can barely talk.

“Good, little one?”

“Mmf,” you gurgle, gasping at the force of his movements. You can feel him in your throat, and it’s as if he’s waited all these weeks just to spill his seed into you.

You tumble over the edge when he pinches your clit, whispering the dirtiest confessions into your ear. “Needy whore,” he laughed sinisterly. “Probably can’t go a day without my cock after this. Going to be begging me for it, wanting me all the time now. I can’t wait to take you everywhere and anywhere I please. I’ll buy you so many cute outfits, little one. So many skirts that make it easy for me to slide right inside and fuck you until you’re crying for me.”

You clench around his cock and fall over the edge, your wetness spilling down your thighs.

“Daddy,” you breathlessly hiss, body going limp in his arms.

“You came so much for me, little one. Your slutty cunt is so good for me, isn’t it?”

“Please, Daddy,” you plead. “Please, Daddy. I want to feel your cum.”

“Yeah?” He grunts, the sound of his balls repeatedly slapping against your pussy echoes around the room. “You wanna get pregnant? All baby wants is a big fat cock to stuff her full of cum, hm?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you cry out, not even caring how pitiful you look at this point. “Want it so badly.”

Your desperation snaps the cord inside of him and he spills every last drop into you. You whimper at the warm feeling, some of his cum starting to drip out and coat the inside of your thighs. You both attempt to catch your breaths, your legs feeling like jelly.

You’re about to move away from him until Xiaojun keeps you pinned to the window, stopping you from leaving.

“W-What are y-you doing?” You ask, still out of breath from the fucking you just received.

“I don’t think that was the one,” he muses, eyes locked on where you two are intertwined. He offers an experimental thrust that has you scrambling.

“No, no,” you sniffle, trying to move away from him again. “I can’t, I can’t.”

“I think you can,” he chuckles, enjoying the way your cunt wraps so nicely around his cock. “And you will. Haven’t gotten you pregnant yet, little one.”

You spend hours fucking like bunnies with Xiaojun taking you on almost every surface of his apartment. You don’t even care that you’re impregnated, allowing him to use you in any way he pleases while the sun falls under the skyline.

Your pride didn’t matter that much anyways.