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luveline · 9 months

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Omg I love the hot bombshell bau reader x Spencer!! Could you write a scenario with them when the team is out drinking and she’s flirting with him even more & she can take it a lil further because they’re not in work? Thank you🥰

thank you for your request! this isn't a perfect fit of what you asked for but I hope you like it! fem!reader, 1k

"Psst! Psst!" Your perfume floats his way. "Spencer!"

Spencer turns to your whisper shouting, much less whisper than you probably mean it to be. You're as in his personal space as you can manage without falling into his lap. Luckily, the rest of the team seem to be more interested in the previously unheard story Emily's deigned to tell about a Sin to Win weekend in Atlanta, and no one turns to investigate your secret.

"What?" he asks.

"Can you get me another drink?" you whisper. You insisted on sitting next to him, your breath sharp with cherry liqueur. If you hadn't, he would've tried to make it this way anyhow.

It's not fair. You've drunk enough to get cut off and still you look so pretty, bombshell through and through —there's no other word for it. Your eyes are glittering and unsmudged despite an evening of laughter and a pitcher's worth of bourbon bombs, and they're looking at him with this weird pinching pleading that makes his stomach twist.

"I don't think you should have anything else."

"Spence…" You put your hand on his thigh. Not cupping it, nowhere inappropriate, just your fingertips pressed to the fabric of his pants as you twist in your seat to beg. "Please, Spencer. Please."

He really likes you, and this tone you're using threatens to haunt him forever. Resigned, he moves your hand off of his leg and grabs your empty glasses. "A spritzer," he says, standing up from the booth. "That's it."

"Hey, no," JJ says, her thin brows pinching as she smiles, perplexed. "She's cut off."

"That's why Spencer's going to get it for me. He's my angel," you brag, words tipping, tumbling all over the place.

Spencer looks at the disapproving expressions on their faces, Hotch, Emily, Derek and JJ all looking as though they learned how to frown from the same place. Only Penelope and Rossi seem encouraging. Penelope tipsy herself, and Rossi a self-professed believer in, "Living life to the fullest. Get the girl another drink, Reid."

"A spritzer," Spencer says again.

You smile gleefully and follow him out of your seats toward the bar. The barkeep gives Spencer a knowing look when he orders your drink but doesn't say anything when Spencer puts the change in the tip jar, which is questionable. Spencer secures your cold beverage and hands it to you, fully intending on walking you back to the booth.

You pull him off course. He has little power in the situation, a yelp and a yank and you're dragging him toward the bar jukebox. Your spritzer paints your hand as you put it down, lips wet with it as you beam at him from over your shoulder.

"Pick a song?" you ask.

"I don't know if they'll have anything I like."

"Pick one anyways."

Spencer has to stand directly behind you to read the titles. "Why don't you pick one?" he asks gently.

You sway. He doesn't know if it's down to the alcohol or the five seconds of music that plays as you scroll through songs. "I don't have a dollar."

Spencer laughs and gets his wallet out, handing you two dollars from the fold. "There. Pick two."

"You're such a nice guy, Spencer, and I don't mean it like, oh, you're a nice guy, you don't mess girls around, I mean…" You fold the dollars he gave you mindlessly. "I mean, you're just nice. In the best sense of the word. You're gentle, kind…"

You gasp, sounding pained. Spencer's hand leaps to the small of your back, "What? What's wrong?"

"They have Out of Touch by Hall and Oates. Hold my spritzer, handsome, I need to put this on before I die."

Derek comes looking for you both somewhere in the second play of the same song. Spencer's cheeks are bright pink, people staring in confusion at the repeat and the pretty drunk woman speaking the words. Spencer tries to flag Derek for saving, but when Derek sees the way you've wrapped your arms around Spencer's bicep, he chuckles and waves goodbye.

You look up to Spencer eagerly. You're close enough to kiss him. "You know how to play nine ball?"

"In theory," he says weakly.

"Good! If I win you can buy me another spritzer, and if you win, I'll let you take me home."

Spencer was always going to be taking you home tonight, but for a distinctly different reason. "If you win," he says, licking his lips, "I'll give you another dollar for the jukebox."

"And if you win?" you ask.

"I'll take you home," he says slowly. "But only to take you home."

"That's cute."

No matter what drunken delusion you're under, Spencer does end up taking you home after a third round of Hall and Oates. You're not so drunk as to need help standing, and you manage to get to bed without help. He just wants to make sure you lock the door.

You kiss him on the cheek, your hand behind his neck like you might turn his lips to yours. Spencer turns his face away.

"I'm not gonna try anything, Spence," you say, stroking the hair at the nape of his neck. "Just wanted to say thanks. You'll stay, right? Don't get the train."

Spencer sleeps on your couch. In the morning he wakes to the smell of eggs fried in sesame oil and the heavy scent of hot chocolate. Oh, and you in your tiny pyjama shorts at the helm, completely untouched by the copious booze intake of the night before. "Loverboy," you sing-song. "Come on! I'm gonna sit in your lap and feed you like a Grecian emperor. It'll be fun."

It'll definitely be something.

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hoshigray · 9 months

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hiiii!! I loveee your posts!! can you write something about Tojo or Geto being extremely jealous to the point y/n wants to break up but they don’t allow it? I don’t know I can picture it in my head but I can’t write anything good like you 😭

....why not do both? (¬‿¬) ty for the love, sweetie ♡ hope ya like this one! tagging @neptunes1nterweb bc they asked to be, lol, ily sapp!! ☆

cw: Geto + Toji x fem/afab! reader - smutty, so minors, move. - fingering (f! receiving) - biting (ears + shoulders) - clitoral stimulation (fingers + toy) - imagery of taking pictures of your naked body - pet names (baby, princess, sweetheart) - overstimulation - use of a vibrator and rope to tie your hands (geto); oral/cunnilingus (f! receiving) - impact play; pussy slaps (3x) - toji being a tiny bit of a meanie + possessive - overstimulation - pet names (baby, mama, sweetie) - clitoral play (licking and pinching) - heavy depictions of being given head - mentions of spit/saliva (toji)

You love your boyfriend, you know you do. And you know he loves you just as (if not MORE) than you. There's never been a day where you'd doubt this love. His love...but this love does have its bad moments — like this one.

Your boyfriend tends to be quite possessive of you, to the point of jealousy. There have been times you'd try and excuse the behavior; he's just your partner making sure you're safe and that no one gets any funny business when it comes to you. If anything, it's his way of showing his seriousness about you, right? Well, that's what you've been trying to tell yourself all this time, even when bringing it to his attention, to which he'll brush off or reassure you it's for your own sake. But today? Oh, it was the last of it.

Your friends invited you to a party they were having, and you, being your good partner, invited your boyfriend to tag along. It was all of good intentions, no? After all, it's not like you planned on staying til things went crazy; just meet and chat with some old buddies, eat some bomb food, a drink or two at max, the usual. And things were going great doing just that; you stumbled upon a very old friend you hadn't seen in ages!! Excited to see his face again, you spent most of your time catching up with him on the living room couch and seeing how life's been on his end. The conversation was going swell, nostalgia getting the best of the two of you. So much so that your old friend got a little tipsy from his drink and got a little handsy — putting his arm around you when the two of you would laugh reminiscing old memories together.

However, your laugh ceased when his laughs turned to abrupt howls of pain. You'd then turn behind to see your boyfriend standing behind the couch, who ripped the poor guy's hand off your shoulder and is crushing his wrist with a deadly grip. Immediately, you'd stand to stop the commotion and excuse your friend for your man's actions (he surprisingly expressed forgiveness), and you two left that party. No words were exchanged in the car ride home, but you had your mind set at that late hour. There's no point in being with someone who's just going to be envious of anyone who has your attention — even old friends, for God's sake! This is it, for sure! Those were the words you went with as you stormed from the bathroom and into the bedroom where your boyfriend lies on the bed of your shared bedroom. With crossed arms and furrowed brows, you tell him these words with a confident breath:

"I think we should break up."

ʚ⁺˖↪ Suguru Geto

"Mmmph!! Ahhhnnn!! S-Suguru, stop!! Your hands, too fa—Ahhhh!!!"

"Hold still, baby." He coos to your ear before teasing it with a blow; shudders run down your spine from the breath play.

With your back to him and your hands tied with a rope, Geto uses this position to play with your vulnerable body. Your panties exposed for him to see, a wet patch blossoming more and more from the touches of his slender fingers as they roughly rub on your clothed, leaky cunt. The lacy material becoming drenched with your fluids, he has your body twitch on him, and he sneers at the pathetic display.

"Ohhh, fucking shit—hic..." Tears well up from shut eyes, the swift motions of his fingers increasing the pounding in your head. "Suguru, pleaseee, it's teww muuuch!!"

"Awww, is it?" He mocks your whines. "Serves you right, though. You scared me with what you said earlier. Breaking up with me after I was trying to make sure that guy didn't try anything funny with my princess?"

"Nnnnmm! I'm s-sorry, Suguru! But he was my friend, and you were bei—Iiiiieee!!!"

Your body jerks when Geto snakes his hand inside your panties, using a forefinger on your clitoris and rubbing harshly on the sensitive bud. You can just picture the cunning smirk with the chuckle you hear while he kisses your bare shoulder. "Well, your friend seemed to be a little too touchy for my liking. And you," Geto suddenly sinks his teeth into your shoulder, having your nude figure jump at the bite. He uses his free hand to keep a leg to the side, making sure your legs are wide for him. "You seemed too close with this friend, huh. You were practically making him blush the entire time."

Did I really? Was I being too open? You couldn't answer those questions; it hurts to think with your boyfriend's fingers inside your slit, fingertips grazing your spongey walls, turning your brain to mush. The squelching racket from your southern lips and his digits ring your ears to a lewd trance — it makes your face dial to an unbearable heat.

"Nnmaaa, Ahhhhh!! Suguruuu," a tear makes its way down your hot cheek. Geto hums into your ear, and you shiver as he nibbles on your lobe. "Pleaseee, forgive me...I should've known you were just there for—Mmmm! M-Me...I'm sorry, so please..."

It's best that you couldn't see Geto's eyes narrow at your apology, the bedroom light donning his dark orbs a purple hue. He snickers, "See? My Y/n is understanding. Such a sweetheart for me, huh." He lays sweet kisses down your neck. "You're forgiven. Not thinking about breaking up with me now, right?" You nod erratically, earning a hearty chuckle while he grabs for something on the side. "Good, but we're not done yet."

Your sweat runs cold when you hear a familiar buzz when Geto presses a button on a small remote. You turn to see a bullet vibrator, the mattress experiencing the whirr of its vibrations. And when he picks the toy up and brings it down to your inner thighs, your anxiousness scales to an all-time high.

But you're too late to voice concerns as the toy makes contact with your clitoris, the delicate bud unprepared for the touch of the cold surface and intense buzzing. Especially with him pressing down on your clit and bringing his fingers back into your vagina again, his digits scraping your tender walls, your orgasm hit you within seconds.

Your nude body bucks to the aftershocks of your climax, your cunt pulsing around Geto's fingers, and come coating his digits and sliding down to the sheets. The pitch of your wails descends with every exhale, your mind too fuzzy to think of anything else but sinking into your man's hold.

Geto rubs small circles on your clit with the vibrator; you gasp and try to squirm away, yet to no avail. "Did so good, princess. Kinda wanna take a picture for your friend. Show him how much of a great time you're having with me...I'm kidding, I'm kidding~, so don't cry. Okay, princess?"

ʚ⁺˖↪ Toji Fushiguro

"Hoohh!! Ohhhh!!! Tojiiiii!! W-Wait, I already came—Eeeyahhhh!!"

Toji's got you with your back to the bed, legs propped up by his hands, and your bare cunt not even centimeters away from his face. His mouth is situated on the folds of your chasm, tongue lapping around your slick walls, and nose brushing on the fragile button that is your clit. Your moans at a higher pitch than before as your man is feasting on you for another orgasm, his chin already painted of your come from a few minutes ago.

Your legs tremble from the pleasurable abuse on your sore nerves, yet Toji's hold prevents you from so much as writhing away from him. He lifts his chin from your sloppy cunt, licking traces of your come from the scar on his lip. "C'mon, mama. I know you can cum more than one time." He gives your inner lips a suck before swapping his mouth with his fore and middle finger, the two sliding into your vulva with ease. Your brows skewed down and mouth agape for moans to escape, Toji enjoys your disheveled display with a devilish grin. "Heh, look at you. Lookin' all pretty like this because of my fingers."

"Haaaahh, Tojiii, Ohh, Jesus..." You grip the sheets below as his digits swirl and pump to and fro into your cunt, difficult to breathe with the hot air surrounding you and heat spreading from your cheeks to your ears. "Pleaseeee, I'm too sensitive — hic — G-Give me a min—Ohhhooo!!"

"Aht aht aht, don't act soft on me now," he gives your slit a smack, the rough hit from his palm catching you off guard, almost choking on your breath. The stinging pain pushed tears to roll from hot cheeks into the pillowcase. "You already tried that with that lil' friend of yours. Lettin' that fucker get too close fr' my eyes, and then you walkin' up here actin' all high and mighty talkin' about a breakup. Where's that now, Y/n? Hmm?" He licks circles on your clit, having you howl his name in despair — music to his ears. "Did'ja let the kid make you forget who can make you crazy like this?"

You peer down — big mistake — to see his fierce emerald eyes honed in on yours. You chew on your lip at the helpless atmosphere you're drowning in. "Mmmph...Toji, please, I'm sorry. I—Ohhhh, fuck!!" Toji's fingers do a 'come hither' motion, skimming your walls with the tip of his digits. "I really am...You just made me really upset that time, but, Hmmmm...I love you, I love you lots..."

The smirk on his face gets broader. "Ya know I ain't mad at you, not with that cute face of y'rs." Toji kisses your inner thighs, lightly nibbling on the skin to make you yelp. "Just teachin' my baby a lesson." Another slap to your hole results in a sudden scream from your puffy lips. "Who does this belong to?"

"...you—Ahhhhhh!!!" A third smack.

"Louder."

"Yours!" Your voice sounds broken. "I'm yours, only yours..."

"Good," you flinch at the feeling of his palm on your slit again, but he soothes the pain away by rubbing gently. "Now you just sit still while I finish, 'kay, sweetie?"

He doesn't give you time to reply, stuffing his mouth on your cunt and sucking on your folds. The image of his raven hair buried down to your thighs and his gruff moans as he eats you out shed you into another level of embarrassment that you throw your head back to the pillow. The commotion between your legs and his mouth is the only thing you hear that suffocates your senses, along with the growing heat.

Tingles crawl up your spine. "Nnnmm, naaaaa, Toji, I'm so close, I'm gonna..."

Toji hears your pleas, a hand dragged to your clitoris, giving the swollen bud a few pinches while he resumes using his mouth to stimulate your heightened nerves for another release. And it comes in hard, choked sobs lashed out from your throat as your body is stimulated to experience your second climax of the night.

With his grip still on your legs, your body is forced to endure your crescendo, muscles tensing, abdomen tightening, and your essence being lavished by your boyfriend, his tongue moving to gather your come to drink and savor from your messy entrance.

And when things finally calm down with your body following a steady rhythm, he withdraws from you with a satisfied grunt. Licking the last remnants of you from his thirsty lips, he gazes down with a proud leer. "Always tastin' so fuckin' good fr' me, mama." He takes off his shirt, his eyes still honed in on you. "We're not done yet, though. Gonna spend all night makin' you go crazy fr' me."

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mysaintkitten · 1 month

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I fully forgot I had this .. so here’s a little something for y’all lol

prompt: Jonathan calls you up after having a few drinks

WARNINGS: SMUT (18+ MDNI), mentions of alcohol/intoxication, brief mentions of suicide, subby-ish Jonathan, phone sex, come eating

*not proofread & old as hell*

you’re abruptly awoken by the phone ringing. through squinted eyes, you peak at the clock sitting on top of your nightstand.

1:03 am flashes at you. who’s calling at this hour? you drag your body out of bed and trudge your way over to the living room where your home phone resides. once there, you drop to the couch and grab the phone, putting it up to your ear.

“hello?” you groan, you hear a small snicker on the other end.

“hiii babyyy!” they respond, clearly a little tipsy, you immediately recognize the voice.

it’s jonathan, your close friend, who had recently got placed into a psyche ward after attempting to kill himself. you hadn’t heard from him since he had told you the news. now here he is, ringing your phone at 1 am, while simultaneously dropping a “baby” bomb on you.

“jonathan?” you blurted, feeling yourself become a bit more awake, “what are you doing? why are you up? how do you even have access to a phone right now?”

he sighs into the phone, “me and toby sn- toby’s m’pal .. by the way .. we snuck out ‘n had a few drinks ..” his mumbles, “now ‘m allllll alone ..” he whines, dragging out the all to emphasize his loneliness, “oh ‘n about the phone .. since i’ve been so good they gave me a landline, cordless too, i mean they couldn’t give me a cord ‘cause i might wrap it around my neck, but it’s nifty!”

you roll your eyes. of course he’d do some shit like this. if it was any other friend, you would’ve told them bluntly that you’re not in the mood to talk, but jonathan was an exception right now. he was in an unfamiliar place with unfamiliar people, and his comment about wrapping the cord around his neck grounded you back into reality. you decided to chat with him for a while.

“is that so?” you reply, “how’d the night go?”

“fun!” he bubbled, “oh m’god .. me and toby .. my friend .. we saw this piss drunk guy fall in the street!” he giggles while recounting the incident. you giggle with him, not so much at the story, but at the fact that he felt the need to reiterate that he has a friend named toby.

“that sound very funny, jon, but shouldn’t you be getting some sleep?”

he whines, “‘m not tired! plus i’ve been thinking about you .. that’s why i called .. wanted to hear your voice ..”

oh?

“why’d you wanna hear my voice? you miss me that much?” you joke, relaxing more into the couch. he hums, “jus’ like how it sounds ..”

“well. you woke me up, and i don’t think i’ll be able to go back to sleep, so you’re welcome to listen to my voice for a while.” you chuckle softly, not thinking too heavily about his intentions. he’s drunk, after all.

“hmm ..” he mumbles in approval, “can you jus’ talk? tell me about your day, love ..”

your brows furrow a bit at the request, but you oblige.

“i didn’t do too much .. just showered .. picked up a bit .. it was nice though.”

he groans quietly at you mentioning showering.

“mmh .. wards got no nice soaps .. i like how your soaps smell. always smellin’ so good ..” he murmurs, through the phone you can hear some minor rustling, but you assume it’s just jonathan drunkenly tossing and turning.

you laugh at his odd compliment, “you think i smell nice?”

“oh, i think a lot of you s’nice, darling.” he assures, his breathing becoming heavier

“what else about me is nice, jonathan?” you ask, thinking he’ll say something corny like your humour or your personality.

“that face f’yours .. gorgeous ..” he giggles and huffs, “‘n that body .. maybe it’s ’cause ‘m all alone .. ‘n a bit tipsy .. but i can’t stop thinkin’ about touchin’ you ..”

oh.

you’re not too sure what to say. you’ve been friends with jonathan for years, you would have never assumed that he wanted you that way. jonathan was very attractive, and you’d be lying if you said you’d never thought about him in a sexual way before.

“jonathan ..” you reply calmly, “i think you’re just drunk and confused, how about we talk more tomorrow? you can call me when-“

he whines, “no, baby, ‘m sorry .. i’ve just wanted you .. for so long ..” he hums as his breathing becomes louder, “‘n now .. just your voice got me s’hard ..”

you pause, listening to jonathan, you still hear the shuffling and his breathing. occasionally he whines a few times, is he touching himself?

“jon, are you .. getting off right now?”

he chuckles, “s’hard .. mmh .. thought i might faint.”

you hate to admit it, but hearing jonathan’s neediness got you a little worked up. knowing he was hard just from your voice ignited some interesting feelings from within you.

as your mind is racing, jonathan speaks, “if i w’s there .. would y’touch me?”

your heart begins to pound, his words have become more direct. he’s not just rambling about how he feels, he wants to know how you feel. you slip one of your hands into your panties, feeling how slick you’ve become from jonathan’s words. you might as well get yourself off as well.

instead of answering, you flip the question. “i’m wondering what you’d do if i was there.” you laugh breathily as you gently rub your clit. jonathan whines into the phone, “god, baby, s’filthy. y’don’t even wanna know ..”

“tell me. i want to hear it.” you pry as you become more aroused, hearing jonathan moan weakly at his own thoughts.

“mmh .. wanna eat your cunt .. make y’come at least once on m’face ..” he groans, “wanna fuck you. raw. make y’shake ‘n cry from my cock. wanna make that cunt feel so so good.”

jesus. really didn’t take much convincing for him to spill his thoughts. you bite your lip at his words, hearing his fantasies made you blush embarrassingly hard.

“hm .. yeah?” you moan into the phone, rubbing your clit at a quicker pace

“‘n i wanna eat you again after my cocks been ‘nside you .. lick up our come ..” jonathan gasps, through the phone you can hear him fisting his now slick cock. “then i wanna kiss you when m’done ..” he adds, chuckling a bit.

“god ..” you sigh, “you are filthy.”

you’re finding it difficult to hold back your moans, you almost want jonathan to hear them at this point.

“you .. you got me all wet, jon ..” you admit a bit awkwardly, you’ve never had phone sex before, but you don’t think jonathan will notice.

he whimpers “are y’touching yourself, baby?”

“yeah .. yeah i am ..” you purr, sliding a finger inside yourself and moaning softly as you plunge it in and out.

“jesus, fuck ..” he huffs, “you rubbin’ your clit? or fingering yourself?”

“i’m doing both .. switchin’ every now and then ..” you coo, adding a second finger inside. you hiss slightly at the change, but your cunt quickly adapts and accepts the second finger.

“mmh!” jonathan moans, “s’hot, knowing you’ve got y’fingers all over that pussy .. you sensitive, baby?”

he’s really into calling you baby. although it feels foreign, you’re not opposed to it at all.

“yeah .. a bit ..” you chuckle breathlessly as you remove your slick fingers out and bring them back to your clit.

“oh, fuck ..” he whimpers loudly, “baby, baby, ‘m not gonna last- m’sorry ..”

you could tell from jonathan’s tone and desperate little whimpers that he was close, he didn’t need to tell you, but it’s kind of nice that he at least let you know.

“that’s okay, come jon. show me how good it feels.” you purr. he can’t physically show you, but he can verbalize it, and he does.

“mmf- fuck, baby, ‘m comin’-“ he moans loudly, you’re worried other people in the ward might hear him.

“that’s it, come on yourself jon, good boy.” you encourage, you’re almost surprised that you called him a good boy, you never expected that to slip out.

his moans dwindle into small little whimpers as he rides out the orgasm, huffing quietly once he’s come down.

“‘m all messy, baby ..” he giggles,

“poor thing, you gonna clean yourself up?” you hum to tease.

“mhm .. nice ‘n clean ..” he mumbles as you hear him making small sucking and licking noises,

“jon, are you licking up your come?” you nearly chuckle at him,

“well no one’s ‘ere to do it for me ..” he whines, continuing to lick away his come.

“jesus. dirty, dirty boy.” you scold playfully, toying with your clit again.

“‘m a dirty boy ..” he repeats while yawning, “dirty boy.”

“you tired?” you ask softly,

“mmh, yeah, little bit ..” he mumbles,

“how about you get some sleep and we talk more tomorrow, all right?”

“mmh.. but i wanna talk ..” he groans,

you laugh weakly at his determination, “i’ll be here tomorrow. trust me. get some sleep. we can talk when you’re more awake and sober.”

“fine .. g’night baby. sweet dreams.” he gives in, yawning again

“sleep well, jonathan.” you close before hanging up. as you place the phone down, you’re left with silence and your thoughts. you decide you might as well get yourself off, and you do, you come in your pants to the thought of jonathan’s whimpers and moans. then, you clean yourself off before heading back to bed.

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Not to jinx myself … but I am currently writing. Send me good energy yall please

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy smut #cillian murphy x reader #cillian x fem!reader #jonathan breech x reader #jonathan breech #on the edge #hope y’all like this #:)

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oceantornadoo · 2 months

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cleanse me (bsf!johnny mactavish x reader, fluff with groping)

it had been a rough mission. the kind where the team gets out by a hair, bleeding and scraped as they ran to exfil. the kind with a silent ride back to base, neither you nor johnny able to fill the air with a laugh or two. the kind where you think of what could have happened if things hadn’t fell into place at the last second, who you could be mourning now.

johnny’s your best friend, and maybe something more. late night cuddles, waist hugs and forehead kisses all feel like a little more. that night with the drunken marriage pact (you both were only tipsy, but you like to use alcohol as your reasoning for stupidity) that you both ignore to this day.

so when you see him in the communal showers, a man whose seen you naked in every way, you can’t help but seek comfort from your other half. you strip your clothes into a pile on the floor and walk over to where this scottish god stands under a shower head, letting the water wash off his sins.

he hears you come up from behind him and tenses a bit, still in fight mode from the mission. you take a hand and smooth out his tense back muscles, his body relaxing at the familiar feel of your calluses. his mohawk has grown out, almost breaking regulation standards, but you like the feel, sliding your hand from his neck to his longer strands. your nails scrape his scalp, every movement reminding you that you didn’t lose him, he’s still here. you reach your other hand around him, and he silently squirts shampoo into it.

you take your time massaging his hair, getting out the dried bomb residue and drops of blood. the water finally runs clean after a few minutes, and you finish him off with your own conditioner since you know he doesn’t own one.

you move on to body wash, massaging him up and down until he’s covered in suds, in soap. you take your time with his back, tracing scars and healed-over bullet wounds. you crouch and get the back of his legs, kneading tense muscles. he turns around and you choke back a whine, coming face to face with his hardened cock, but now isn’t the time. instead, you lather the front of his legs and slowly stand, giving his cock a couple pumps to make everything gets cleaned.

finally you clean his torso, playing with his light chest hair as you work in the last of the soap. his arms are so masculine, thick veins protruding as you work him down to the fingers. and now you’re done.

you make eye contact nervously, for the first time since this entire endeavor started. his blue eyes sear into you, a world of want and understanding found behind them. johnny grabs your chin and pulls you closer, forcing you into the cleansing stream of water. “leannan.” darling. love. you had looked it up before, his tender nickname for you, never really understanding the breadth of it until he looked at you like this. like you were his love.

“johnny.” he was cleaning you now, with the same care you gave him. the hands of a soldier, a bomb maker, an engineer, practiced in deft and slight movements. “ye take care of me so well.” you nodded, choking back some unknown emotion. he was cupping your pussy, muttering sweet nothings about treating her right and my wet little thing, things in his language you didn’t understand.

“how long do i have to wait to marry ye again?” he moved from your cunt to your breasts, memorizing their feel. storing it for later, in the darkness of his room, fist pumping his cock with rough strokes. “five-“ his hand gripped your throat, thumb stroking your jaw, distracting you for a second. “five years.” he hummed. “i’ll marry ye tomorrow if ye want, just say the word.” your mouth opened and closed, resembling a gaping fish. he laughed and gave you that cheeky grin, slowly returning to himself. because of you.

“cmon, let’s get some food in ye.”

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jeyusos-girl · 9 months

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Truth or Dare

a/n: y’all it took all day for me to get this done, i hope y’all like it 🥴🥴🥴

this is a request from @mohawkmama 😊

word count: 816

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Why me?

Why now?

Y/N sat on the tub's edge, hanging her head in embarrassment.

What started as an innocent game of truth or dare, quickly became Y/N's most embarrassing moment.

Trinity and Jon were hosting a small get-together in their home. The drinks were flowing and the group was currently in the middle of playing truth or dare.

“Okay Y/N, truth or dare?” Jon asked smugly.

“Hmm, I’ll go with truth,” she took a sip of her drink as she awaited his response.

He leaned forward, glancing over at his younger brother before redirecting his attention to the woman across from him.

“How long have you been crushing on my baby brother?” he smirked.

A chorus of oohs and ahhs sounded off around her and she froze.

“Uhh, I- um,” she stammered, the embarrassment crept up her body slowly.

Her eyes snapped to Trinity, watching as she swatted Jon’s chest and whispered something to him.

Trinity was the only person who knew about Y/N’s crush. Or so she thought.

She should’ve known, Trinity tells that man everything. And everyone knows Jon can’t keep a secret to save his life.

She was going to kill them.

“Come on Jon, don’t put her on the spot like that,” Josh chuckled.

Y/N looked over to Solo, who’d been staring intently at her since Jon dropped the bomb.

“Um, will you guys excuse me?”

Now here she was hiding in her best friend's bathroom, planning her escape from the house and possibly the country when a swift knock shook her from her thoughts.

“Trin, I’m good just give me a second,” she groaned.

She threw her head back in frustration when she heard another knock. She got up and unlocked the door.

“Trinity I’m- Oh! Hi,” she muttered quietly.

Solo stood on the other side, arms crossed over his chest, his hard gaze meeting hers.

“Sorry, the bathrooms all yours,”

“Nah, you’re good. I just came to check on you,” he spoke.

“I’m good, just embarrassed beyond belief. I’m sorry if that made you uncomfortable. I wasn't expecting Jon to put me on blast in front of all our friends,” Y/N chuckled dryly.

“It’s not your fault, you know how he is when he’s tipsy,”

“Yeah, you’re right,” she mumbled.

An awkward silence loomed over the bathroom before Solo laughed lowly.

“I thought you snuck out or something.”

“Trust me I was thinking about it,” she laughed breathily.

“Well, I’m glad I caught you before you did. Couldn’t let you leave before I got an answer,” his eyes softened as she furrowed her brows.

“What do you mean?”

“You never answered Jon’s question, how long have you been crushing on me?” he smirked.

Y/N's heart skipped a beat as she looked into Solo's eyes. She let out a deep sigh.

"Um, a while. Started some time after you debuted on the main roster." Y/N finally admitted, feeling the heat creep up her neck.

A small smile tugged at the corners of Solo’s mouth.

"Really?" he asked with a hint of amusement in his voice. She nodded, shifting her gaze to the ground.

“That’s good to know because I've been crushing on you too,” Solo grabbed her hand, smiling at the shocked look on her face.

“Even before I debuted. The night of Trin’s birthday dinner, when you showed up wearing that red dress, I couldn’t take my eyes off you. From that night on all I ever thought about was you but I could never bring myself to tell you,” he sighed. Y/N smiled, biting her lip, taking in his beautiful features.

"I had no idea," she whispered.

“I know, I’m not the best at expressing my feelings.”

“Well you’re doing a good job, now. I’m so happy you feel the same, I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders,” Y/N giggled.

“I am too,” Solo's smile widened, “Let me take you on a date tomorrow. I don’t want to waste any more time.”

“I’d love that. I’ll even wear that red dress if you want me to,” she smiled mischievously.

Solo laughed before pulling her in and kissing her softly.

They parted slowly, wanting to savor this moment for as long as they could. Solo pulled her in closer and rested his forehead against hers.

The sound of their friends laughing and cheering brought them back to reality.

“I hate to ruin this moment but I think we should head back downstairs before they get suspicious,”

Y/N spoke. Solo nodded, not wanting to let her go so soon.

“I’ll go but not before I get another kiss,”

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a passionate yet gentle kiss.

“Baby if you keep kissing me like that we ain’t ever leaving this bathroom.”

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oneforthemunny · 3 months

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evieeeee i’m not sure if this has been asked before but i was just curious — how would the different eddies react to reader dropping the L bomb first, and who among them do you think would actually drop it first? ahhh sorry i’m just in a fluffy and silly mood <333

ooh ok let me think.

edited bc no fucking way i forgot rockstar!eddie

for the eddies who would say i love you first:

modern!eddie says it balls deep inside of you bc that's who he is. also very early on. just can't help it. he's sure he's found his soulmate after the first date and it just comes out when he's fucking you.

bouncer!eddie too. i feel like he'd be a little drunk, a little flirty, and you say something that makes him giggle and he's just like "i fuckin' love you" "what?" "nothing..." he didn't mean to say it really, not them anyways, but he can't help that he did.

mafia!eddie is definitely saying it first, though i feel his is in the heat of a fight or a tense moment. maybe something similar to the fight in the struggles we face. where you're mad he's always just missing stuff and doesn't tell you and you get scared. maybe a retaliation where you ignore him and it goes wrong. heat of the fight, he just blurts out, "i care where you're fucking at because i want to keep you safe. i love you and i want you to be safe."

hockey!eddie says it first. literally just nonchalantly one day is like "no i love you so much" and it's kinda shocking but also very on brand for him and very sweet.

i mentioned boxer!eddie is very possessive and so is reader, so i think he says it first but under circumstances similar to her accusing him of cheating. "why the fuck would i look at someone else? why am i lookin'? i'm not. i'm only looking at you. i only love you." because let's be real, she would never say it lol, so he has to first.

as for the reader who would say it first:

cowboy!eddie's sweet girl would say it first. a little tipsy, when they were more established and steady, but they both just hadn't said it. eddie didn't think he needed to, he just assumed you knew, and you were always a little scared to say it first. until he took you to the bar and you're just dopey and hugging all over him and it slips. he'd just grin, kiss the corner of your mouth, mutter a "love you too, baby." to your skin.

teacher!reader said it first with janitor!eddie because truly, he's so fucking scared to say it on his own. like shaking almost. and she can tell he really wants to. he'll start and then it's like his words are strangled completely. so eventually she's like fuck it, and says it to him.

older!eddie did not say it first, kinda for similar reasons as janitor!eddie, but he's also very uneasy about how to navigate a relationship period but especially one with someone younger. he doesn't want to scare you off, so he shows it more than says it. until one day you've just had it, and you say it. "you know i love you, right? like i really do love you, and i want this to be a thing for a long long time." and he's over the moon about it.

dom!eddie also does not say it for the first time, which is not all that surprising. i feel like it would be during a vulnerable moment, maybe after sex and you're just a little hazy. he's being extra sweet and it just slips. he'd just smile, not make a huge deal out of it, "yeah? love you too."

nepo baby!reader says it first to rockstar!eddie, which really is shocking. when they start getting closer, it just kinda comes out. is supposed to be backhanded and mean, but kinda falls short. "i mean, obviously i love you. i wouldn't be with someone like you if i didn't. do you know how this is going to fuck my reputation?" and eddie can't even get mad at the insult bc you just said you loved him?? him???

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cauldron-of-oddities · 5 months

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It's about two hours to midnight for me. Enjoy the silliness inspired by my yuletide tipsiness.

Apples are lovely.

Had he known what the evening had in store for him, he might not have come. But well, Jinx’s pretty pleading eyes and the promise of fancy snacks had convinced him. And ok, possibly the promise of causing some (minor) mayhem at a Pilty party was too good to pass up.

So here they were, at a house so posh it made him want to gag. Before he could ask how she got an invite to a place like this, Jinx was talking. “Sickening, isn't it? And you know what's the worst?

“It's built on cursed ground?” He jokes.

“No. This, this is Vi's girlfriend's place and it's her party”

Damn, she was glad she brought Ekko along, her grounding force when dealing with her sister, her best friend, her partner in crime for pranks, her ‘I would really like you to be kinda more than a friend’ friend but well, he's never shown any interest like that. Also, who would be interested in such a scrawny chaotic person? But she has different fish to fry tonight. Those fish? To annoy her sister, scandalise her sister's girlfriend, and find the perfect place for a glitter bomb.

Jinx gears up to ring the bell when the door slams open with a force that could only herald Vi. “Pow! You made it and Ekko, too! Awesome! Come on. Get in!”

Looking at all the luxury within Ekko had to control the impulse to take or break something. Or maybe that was a response to the grimace Jinx had on her face to Vi using Jinx's old nickname. Either way, self-control was the name of the game, and he worried for Jinx. Grabbing Jinx's hand and rubbing his thumb over the back of her hand and wrist, he could feel some of the tension leave her. The little action did not go unnoticed by Vi, who only raised her eyebrow. But before she could make any remarks, a voice sounded from behind her.

“Ah, hello there” from a rather tall woman in a dress that was definitely made to flatter and in all likelihood cost more than he'd earn in a week, startled him out of his thoughts.

After a more than awkward introduction to Caitlyn, aka the ‘cupcake’ - he could see why She was sweet, almost too sweet. - and being led to a spacious living room, he had to conclude the party was not too bad, the pleasant hum of different people chatting (even if it was a bit stiff, should he take a page out of Jinx's book and spike some punch? There was probably a good bottle of strong booze in this house. The food was good (even if the canapes were a tad pretentious), and the person he'd found to talk to was interesting. Viktor, also from Zaun and could actually follow Ekko when he started about his inventions.

Jinx, in the meantime, had, with all the grace of a lazy cat, flopped down onto an ostentatious looking couch that was decidedly not comfy. All looks and design and no plush. Bad couch. Ekko had left her with her sister to go socialise himself and enjoy all the food by the looks of it. So here she was feeling all sorts of awkward and frustrated, only made worse by Caitlyn joining Vi on the other couch and being particularly lovey dovey with each other. So, her sister was smitten with wealthy, tall, dark, and busty. The cupcake must have a whole hoard of admirers, and she steals her sister.

Her expression must have been something because Vi looked up and asked her what she was glaring about.

“You. You sold your soul for fancy clothes, canapes, and a pair of cantaloupes!” As Jinx said it, she couldn't stop herself, glancing down rather forlornly at her own chest. “What? You jealous? Vi asked with a laugh.

Jinx grumbles under her breath and turns to look at Ekko on the other side of the room in his own conversation. Hoping that he'd look up and come save her from her rather awkward predicament.

Sniggering Vi can't stop herself when she follows her sister's stare. “Heh, apples are good too, just ask Little man”

Jinx thinks to herself that blushes should not be allowed to go that deep. As she feels herself flush from cheeks down to her stomach where the already jittery butterflies up their dance to another level. “What do you mean?”

“People have different tastes?” Vi suggests with another laugh. “Here, let's ask him”

“What!? No!” Oh, let the world swallow her whole. This was not happening.

“Hey! Little man!” Vi called out as she put Jinx in a headlock when Jinx tried to pounce on her and muffled another rather panicked “No!” Ekko looked up from his conversation “Yeah?”

“Come settle something for us.” Vi said. Seeing Jinx and Vi wrestling made both nostalgia and suspicion rise in him, why oh why did this feel like some sort of trap? “You prefer apples or melons?” The question seemed innocent enough but well to be safe: “Why are we debating fruit?”

“Humour me. Little man.” Vi's tone leaves no room for further explanation. “Ok, ok. Apples. They fit into your hand better, and less messy peeling is involved.”

It couldn’t have been a better answer Vi thought as she doubled over and started howling with laughter and Caitlyn joined in by sniggering politely behind her hand though the snort that escaped cracked some of the prim and proper princess look. Jinx, however, looked utterly mortified.

Jinx was sure she's completely crimson by now. A jumbled mess of feeling bubbled up violently in her, and all she wanted was to run away from the embarrassment. Everything becoming just a bit too much. She throws a pillow at Vi and then one at Ekko for good measure (does he even realise what he said!?) and runs out of the room.

With complete confusion, now holding the pillow flung at his face, Ekko turns toward Vi for some sort of clarification. “What…? Um, we were talking about fruit, right? Right?” an odd sort dread settled in his stomach.

“Yeah, we were talking about fruit and different tastes, Ekko. Don't worry.” Vi managed to get out between the laughter.

Don't worry. Vi had said, but with how Jinx stormed off, he was worried though, had he made her lose the debate? Was said debate even about fruit? And that there might be a glitter bomb going off way too early. Seeing Jinx upset never sat well with him. He liked her happy and smiling (preferably at him). Wondering in which direction she went and if he should follow her, Caitlyn got up. “I'll have a quick look for her. It is my house, I know the best hiding spots.”

This house was a winding maze, but Jinx did have to admit all the different rooms made for easy hiding. Eventually, Jinx found herself in one of the bathrooms. One hidden away, a good hallway removed from the living room where the party was. Oh, hell. She'd wanted a rise out of her sister, for her to feel some of her frustration at her leaving and leaving for a Pilty no less! Instead, she got hit over the head with her insecurities, and Vi yet again teased her about Ekko. Was she that evident? Why hadn't Ekko picked up on it after all these years? Was she just not attractive enough?

Mumbling to herself and looking in the mirror

Jinx splashed some cold water onto her burning cheeks, only for her thoughts to stray. To what Ekko said. How with one remark all sorts of terrible ideas start running through her head. Oh, she wouldn't mind his hands on her apples so to speak, wouldn't mind kissing and teasing him for such a remark either… shaking herself from her daydream she takes stock of her rather casual crop top, just a t-shirt model. She hadn't wanted to put any effort into getting dressed to go to a party she didn't want to. She sort of regrets it now.

A soft laugh sounds from behind her. In the mirror, she sees Caitlyn holding a rather pretty crop top. V- neck halter, black and covered in sequins. And damn it, it's just her sort of thing. “You know, if, by what Vi says is true and his reaction after you ran off, your friend is rather smitten with you regardless.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Looking for you, with a peace offering so to speak. Look I like your sister a lot, so give me a chance?” Holding up the top.

“And why would I fit into anything of yours?”

“Because it is not mine, it is for you. Your sister is terrible at shopping but surprisingly good at picking things others would like. Anyway she saw it in a store I was shopping at, said this would be your thing, panicked at the price and considering your birthdays round the corner I got it. Or rather, to put it bluntly, I am not above a bit of bribery for the sake of peace.”

Eyeing the top with suspicion and interest she makes a grab for it and before Caitlyn can blink she's swapped tops and is tying the new top back.

“You know what cupcake, you get points for blatant bribery”

Jinx won't say thank you to the damn princess, but her boobs look the bomb in this top, still small, but it made the curves she did have appear just that bit more alluring. Jinx giggled to herself. If, what miss not so proper after all said was true then… could she get that opening? It was embarrassing, but at the same time, she'd also been handed prime teasing material.

Caitlyn doesn't need vocal thanks. She can wait it out. Besides the preening in the mirror and the little mumble about Ekko were telling enough.

“Stop worrying, Caitlyn has a way with people”

“Yeah, but I feel like I said something wrong, but she likes apples, so why?”

“Here, have some pie, different question: you and my sister”

Ekko almost chokes on the bite he takes and Vi hits him a few times on his back.

He looks up at her like a deer in headlights.

“We're best friends, she wouldn't see me that way.”

“So you're interested?”

“Uh.” Ekko searched his brain for a way to get out of this conversation.

“Because I think she is too, and with me being away, it would actually put my mind at ease a bit.”

She sounded sincere, and he'd be lying to himself if he denied the bubble of hope rising in him. Taking another bite of the pie, apples with a bit of bite and spice, he wondered what would have set Jinx off. Apples are palm sized and easy to peel, so what was it about that? The thought trails off when Jinx comes back in, Caitlyn behind her. Her previously plain, if cute top had been replaced with an upgraded and definitely more festive version, and he felt part of his rational mind abandon him as his eyes trailed the deep neckline.

“Cupcake, your back, I missed you.”

“I was gone all of fifteen minutes, maximum Vi. Are you sure you missed me?”

“Of course I did and your lovely melons” As Vi cheekily nuzzled Caitlyn's chest”

“... really? Come on, behave.”

Ekko, still a little star stuck, only catches half the conversation, but it's enough for the penny to drop, a whole bag of them even. Melons as breasts… apples or melons, melons, or apples. Perfectly palm sized. Palm sized apples, Vi's question, apples…, Jinx a lovely colour of crimson, apples… Jinx in a lovely top that would probably peel right off…he'd said apples. Oh hell, that wicked pretty grin he loved was back on her face as she took a bite out of an apple that had appeared out of nowhere. He was sure he would never be able to look at the fruit or her the same way again. His fingers twitched. Was he terrible thinking he'd really like to touch?

To add to his internal crisis, Jinx’s following words were devastating in the way that he was fairly sure his sanity had exited the building.

“Want a bite?” She leaned forward, holding out the apple for him. As she did, he swore it was on purpose, and he did his best to keep his eyes on her face. Also, a mistake as now all her smile seemed to tell him was to lean forward too. What happened next may as well be worse.

“What if I said I wanted it peeled?” Dread dropped on him like a stone. He did not just say that. He had, though, hadn't he? Umm, fuck, seemed it was his turn to run away.

Feeling the heat in his cheeks, he stumbled over the edge of one of the couches and, with some sort of trip, turned towards the nearest exit, the balcony. He entirely missed the satisfied smile that crossed her face only to immediately fall when he ran. Outside as the cool air hit him, a sigh of relief escaped him, crossing his arms on the balustrade and letting his forehead fall onto them he barated himself for letting that slip out. Damn, what if this made their friendship weird?

He heard the click of a door, and he peaked over his shoulder. Leaning against the balcony door, Jinx stood with her arms wrapped around her, and her shoulders hunched. A deep crease on her forehead. Seeing her look so dejected made him want to reach out.

“Did I read you wrong? I’m sorry I'll go. I know I'm just your friend, I know I'm not pretty girlfriend material.”

Not pretty, not girlfriend? No, that would not fly. “Fuck! You are beautiful! I thought you weren't interested.” It burst out of him before he could stop himself. She startled at his exclamation. But she was looking at him now.

Sod his dignity, right now there was someone more important and unless he was terribly terribly wrong, a blatant invitation. Heart beating rapidly in his throat, he dove in, consequences be damned.

“And for your information, I stick to my apple preference. They're absolutely lovely, and so is the person with them, even if she gives me whiplash sometimes.” He said with a wry smile.

The look of dismay gave way to a shy grin. “Yeah?” She stepped closer to him.

Really, he couldn't be blamed for what he did next, certainly not with her mirroring his action of leaning into one another. His hand reached for hers and pulled her to him that final inch.

A warm hand on hers, her butterflies fluttering up to her head and then, soft full lips against her chapped ones, just a quick caress against her, over way too soon. Looking up at half lidded eyes, clouded with something like disbelief, she reached up and laced her fingers through his dreads. A shared look sparking between them, and they came back together again, this time with more confidence. Her mind pleasantly blank, just the sensation of the soft pressure of him against her mouth. It made her lips part in response. It was all the invitation he needed to deepen the kiss. His hands moved to circle round her waist and tealingly trace the bare skin there. A quiet gasp escaped her as one hand crept up to run along the curve of her breast, and his tongue brushed against hers. A high-pitched sound escaped her.

He pulled away. “You ok?”

“Hmmm” She looked dazed as she looked up at him and nuzzled her nose against his.

Giggling, she smoothes her fingers over his cheeks and back to his hair, tugging him back down, her breath still slightly irregular.

Shy was making way for confidence and mischief and he rather liked that. Falling into another kiss.

“So does this mean I get to call you boyfriend?”

“Does this mean I get to call you girlfriend?”

She hit him on the chest for that.

“Yes.” Joy jumping from the word.

“Vi's going to tease us to hell and back, isn't she?.”

“Let her. Sister dearest is probably too busy canoodling with the melon flavoured cupcake anyway.”

“So, what now? Go back in and pillage some more snacks?”

“Or, You could kiss me again.”

He did not need to be told twice. Angling down his lips to hers and rather cheekily sneaking his hand up to the curve of her breast again, he revelled in the soft noises that escaped her. Fuck the fancy canapes his mouth and he had other business tonight Ekko decided right then.

That was until she suddenly pulled away with a dead serious expression, her lips tingling “Ok. So do we give the cupcake and my double crossing sister a pass for the top? Or do we still plant the glitter bomb?”

Between the wicked grin, the distracting cleavage, kiss reddened lips, he decided he'd do whatever the hell she wanted. Causing a bit of mayhem with his girl sounded like a blast.

#timebomb #ekko x jinx #ekkojinx #not beta read #should I post to ao3?#festive silliness #AU

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tokyokookmin · 1 year

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CMON TOKYOKOOKMIN

I NEED A POST OF JUNGKOOK AND HIS HEART EYES FOR JIMIN!!!!

LOL HI ANON! Your wish is my command! I love it when my anons ask me for such kinds of posts. Gazes that speak a thousand words,

THIS MOMENT FROM RUN BTS EP 99

Jimin was absolutely flustered during this episode. That's also because of the members razzing him about his birth flower. But JUNGKOOK? He was just there to reassure jimin. It was super sweet of him to rub jimin's back 😂. They were so damn warm and domestic that day, man :(

2. BTS TMA 2019 EVENT

Only god knows what happened to them both lol. The looks Jungkook was giving to Jimin were full of admiration and love. They were so comfortable that day and let us not forget the "I love you" moment.

3. BTS 191227 KBS EVENT

First, we got this JIKOOK HARMONIZING while looking so fondly at each other. This moment got all of the idols smiling <3

Then we got these looks during the HOME performance. Oh man, they're too much for my soul haha😂.

4. BTS GMA 190515

Jikook being themselves, the gazes and physical touches say everything!

5. MMA 2019

They were so touchy! Look at those big smiles and looks for each other.

Totally irrelevant but JUST LOOK AT THEIR BEAUTY!

6. 190615 BTS 5TH MUSTER

It was a muster event but jikook stole the show with their gazes.

7. BTS COMEBACK VLIVE 180518

"Jiminshiii"

This vlive was so damn fun. I loved JIkook's interaction. Let's not forget Jimin was quite tipsy that day, so Jk was taking care of him the whole time. That was just really cute!

Again, another irrelevant gif but I really wanted to incorporate this moment in the post. Jimin was so in love here. It's making my heart melt :(

8. 190504 [BANGTAN BOMB] 'MAP OF THE SOUL: PERSONA' ALBUM UNBOXING BTS VERSION

JK just needed a reason to touch jimin lol. But that gaze and that goddamn fond smile for jimin!????!?!?!

9. BTS MAMA 2018 AWARD

This underrated moment where JK was smiling so fondly towards Jimin :( Melts my heart each time :(

10. KBS GAYO DAECHUKJE 2018

whatever that was happening there lol

11. SEOUL FINAL 2019

"ThiS MoMeNT iS sOO oVeRAtTeD" No. It's not. It's the most precious moment jikook had on stage. My love for serendipity will never fade. So will jikook's love for that song.

The closeness, the jacket grabbing, all of those heart eyes. Melts me each time. I could never post a moment ask without including jikook's serendipity moment <3

12. BTS 4TH MUSTER

A cute moment where jungkook wraps his arms around jimin. As a result, Jiminie gets flustered😂 . I loved the way jungkook looked at him. Just intimacy. Let's also not forget about the matching rings!

Well, there goes my image limit. I hope you enjoyed this little segment of jikook moments. Subtle moments that say a lot about their relationship. I could only make it to 12 moments. I plan to do more of this!

Drop me your recommendations in the asks box to give me more moment content ideas.

Here's another post that I made about jikook gazes- jikook gazes-jkk

I tried to answer your post just now. But my drafts are not saving whatever I wrote. I was trying to edit it but failed. I copied your ask and resent another one. This is so complicated, ARRGHH!! This post took quite a while to fix. Hope you enjoy it! - before I posted this ask, I noticed the same thing happening to previous asks as well so bear with me guys 😂

#jikook #bts #kookmin #jimin #jungkook #park jimin #jk #bts park jimin #jm #jkjm #Jeon jungkook #Minkook #Mingguk

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longtimenospooning-luci · 2 years

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Cat's Cradle

Summary: After five years of back-breaking work under your hardass boss Min Yoongi, you can finally step back and live your life well with your son and his rowdy uncles. Opening a Cafe with your eldest brother Seokjin after so many setbacks was euphoric, but what happens when your ex-boss finds his way into your cafe? Will everything fall apart again or will your life finally piece back together?

Pairings: Panther Hybrid Yoongi x Single mom Reader, Sibling Kim line Feat. Best friends Hoseok and Jikook.

Warnings: Cussing (I mean who am I if I don't include cussing), mention of pervy old men, a deadbeat ex, angst between yoongles and Joon. Open but fluffy ending teehee 😈

Word Count: 4.4k

Surprise! I've had this in my drafts since April, so I decided to finish it up and post it. I hope you enjoy and pls look forward to the next chapter of ACR in the coming week or so.

"You've done great tonight Y/n, I think we have the deal made with the Choi's."

You're sitting in the backseat of a luxurious sedan with your boss, Min Yoongi, heading back to the company after a dazzling dinner party for the most posh and elite members of Seoul's society. Having worked for him for five years now, you were well attuned to the Panther hybrids personality and high expectations. You knew anything and everything about him, and yet, you're pretty sure he doesn't even know your birthday.

Tonight is the night you're going to announce your resignation after years of dedicated work. Planning this moment for months at the encouragement of your family, having put it off until the breaking point.

"Thank you, sir." You reply, looking out the window and taking a deep breath to steel your nerves.

"You should tell me what you would like as a reward, that was good work, you deserve something nice."

"Sir, that won't be necessary."

"Don't tell me no Y/n, you've worked with me long enough to know I don't reward people often."

His retort had cut you off from revealing your intentions of resigning, and it only sets your nerves on fire.

It was way past midnight and he had forced you to stay for the after-dinner drinks, leaving you alone to fend off the grubby hands of inappropriate old men. You were tired in more ways than one and you had been skirting around tipsy grab-ass attempts all night while the love of your life was waiting for you to return home.

"Actually, sir, the reason why I said that is because I'll be resigning now." A hint of annoyance in your voice.

His ears perk in shock and then flatten, boring his eyes into you. ". . . What? What are you talking about?"

"I'll be handing in my letter of resignation on Monday, sir. I'm very thankful for the years we've spent together and everything You've taught me but, I'm leaving the company."

"I don't understand" He almost whines. "Did you get another offer? Is it the pay? Or the hours? Why are you resigning?" Firing off the questions in bewilderment.

"No, sir. I've just determined it's the best decision for me."

"In what way is it the best decision!?"

"I understand this may seem rash and unwise to you, but this is something I considered and chosen after a lot of thought. I truly believe this is what's best for me and I hope you can respect that."

"I... Okay, I-I wish you the best then..."

Your heart unclenches and a breath of relief releases from your chest. Giving him a soft smile, you thank him and turn your gaze back out the window. Unable to see the heartbroken look on his face when you turn away from him.

It's been two weeks since you dropped the bomb on Yoongi's heart and announced your resignation, and now he watches you smile brightly through the glass panes of his office as you celebrate your last day with the rest of the executive team workers.

He had never imagined that you would leave him one day, and now it's burning a hole through his soul.

At first you had just been a young girl so poor and in a mess, she had to settle for an assistant position despite having an elite degree. You had once told a coworker the reason was because you couldn't afford to go through an intern position in your career field. You had to sacrifice the life you wanted in order to do what you needed to survive. Overhearing the conversation between the two of you from outside the breakroom.

He had always held a deep-rooted annoyance and dislike towards you for skipping out on the hard work for your career in exchange for money. Clawing his way to the top of his own company as a poor orphan from Daegu. But listening to that conversation struck something in him and softened his heart, he understood what it was like to make sacrifices to your own happiness in order to live.

After that instead of being a hardass just to be one, he was a hardass in order to teach you and allow you to grow in the business world. Instead of being the meek woman behind the powerful CEO, you became the fortress around him.

No one worked in their society and didn't know your name.

Other assistants revered you and directors knew they could never get around you, handling the inner workings of Yoongi's company like a well-oiled machine. Nothing got past you or swept under the rug without you knowing, and no-one got the drop on him because you had already seen it coming.

Two years into your job with him and he treasured you as his most valuable employee and friend, never daring to think more of the relationship than that. But when you had single-handedly prevented the total collapse and takeover of the company from a rival, you stole the panther's heart irrevocably.

Now here he is three years later and you're leaving him when you weren't even truly his. He had no right to stop you and he knew he had no right to use his feelings to get you to stay. The same scent of another had always clung to you from the time he could identify it from your own. It had told him all he needed to know, you were taken and there was nothing he could do about it.

Stepping into the café that night after bidding your former coworkers and boss a final goodbye, you had never felt freer.

"Eomma!" Your son yells, hopping down from his stool behind the counter next to your eldest brother. Bounding towards you like always.

"Hi my little kitten! Were you good for Uncle Jinnie today?" Wrapping your arms around him and looking at his cute face, his black cat tail flicking behind him in happiness.

"Mhm! He's teaching me how to make Brownies!" He chirps back at you, slipping from you and back over to his uncle.

As a working mom the best part of your day is coming into the café your family owned after work to hear the happy shout of 'eomma!' from your little boy. Now after five years of hard work you can step back and run the shop with your brother without any worries of supporting your son.

Years long before Yeonjun was born you had dreamed of opening a Café with your eldest brother, working hard to get a scholarship to Seoul National University and graduating with honors. But life had its ways of throwing wrenches into your plans, you had gotten into a relationship with someone you thought loved you and you loved them. But when you found out you were pregnant, he disappeared like a coward, and like a domino effect your life came crashing down after you gave birth to your little kitten when your parents passed in an accident.

They had left debts unknown to you and your siblings and being the older siblings; You, Seokjin, and Namjoon shouldered the burden of that debt to protect Taehyung while he was still in High School. The money Seokjin and you had saved for the cafe opening had gone to the repayment and had still only managed to cover half of it. Namjoon sacrificed his full focus on college in order to work part-time jobs to help. Jin got a job as a pastry chef and after Yeonjun was old enough to leave with a daycare you snagged the assistant position under Yoongi.

It had taken the three of you two years to pay off the debt, barely scraping by on the strictest of budgets, and two more years for you to save up to open the café. Thankfully the two of you had already bought the building before everything came to a halt, and you only needed the money to make it operational.

Your little kitten tells you all about his day at school with his teacher Mr. Park and helping your older brother in the café as you stand and walk around the counter to greet Seokjin, before heading through the kitchen to the stairs that lead to the apartment above. Despite what most people would think, the home is much larger that it appears on the outside, spanning two stories like a townhouse and equipped with 5 bedrooms and 3 1/2 baths. You send Yeonjun back downstairs so you can change out of your work clothes and get started on dinner, living with your three brothers and a five year old can be hard sometimes but you all work together to make sure things get done around the house.

Walking back into the kitchen in your comfy clothes you hear the door open to reveal your twin brother Namjoon and younger brother Taehyung.

"Hey, how was work?" you ask the two as you begin to pull ingredients out of the fridge.

Namjoon starts first as he plops down on one of the stools at the island, "It was good, I'll be able to release my mixtape soon." You beam at him, proud of his hard work as a musician while working as a producer for other artists.

"What about you Tae?" The youngest of the Kim siblings worked as an art teaching assistant at a local college, giving music lessons on the side.

"It was pretty good, Jungkook made a complete fool of himself again today by volunteering as the nude model for the freshman course, he got chased out of the class by our old professor with a ruler."

Both you and Namjoon laugh at this, picturing the scene in your heads of Taehyung's mischievous best friend, who was a vocal teaching assistant at the same school.

The rest of your day went smoothly preparing dinner and getting Yeonjun settled and ready for bed, grateful that you could finally spend time with him and see him consistently every day. You should have known your luck would run out again though when your former boss walks into the café the next morning.

"Welcome to Cats Cradle Café how can I help- Mr. Min!?"

The both of you freeze as you stare with slack jaws, expressions mirroring each other.

"You decided to quit so you could... work here, Miss Kim?" He speaks the question slowly, as if trying to figure out if he stepped into an alternate reality.

"Um, well... I guess you could say that. I own this shop actually." You reply hesitantly.

You can see the gears in his brain turning as he stares at you in silence after you divulge the reality of the situation. He doesn't have the chance to respond to the revelation however, when your son knocks him out of his stupor, catching both of your attention when he opens the door to the café.

Taehyung and Jungkook hot on his heels as he runs to where you are behind the counter, "Eomma! Look what Uncle Kookie bought me!"

The boy holds up for you to see a pink microphone with a cartoon rabbit on it, wrapped up in a box.

"Oh, baby that's so cool! Did you thank Uncle Kookie like you're supposed to?"

Your son wouldn't notice the change of intonation in your voice, but you stab Jungkook a thousand times with your glare for getting a noisy toy like this for Yeonjun.

Jungkook shuffles at your glare to hide behind Taehyung as Yeonjun thanks him for the toy.

"You're welcome, buddy! Uncle Kookie has to go now but I promise I'll teach you how to use it another day okay? Bye Noona!" Inching his way backwards Jungkook nearly sprints out the door when he finishes his sentence, hoping to escape your motherly wrath.

Upon his departure you turn your attention back onto your nearly forgotten former boss, "Would you like your usual Mr. Min?"

You watch the way his black tail flicks nervously behind him as he nods, the black ears on his head flattened to blend in with his dark hair.

"Hey Ahjussi you have a cat tail like me." Yeonjun has reached up to grab Yoongi's hand to get his attention, and the both of you stare at your son in shock.

Thankfully Taehyung steps in for you, "Yeonjun, you know better than to touch people without their permission."

The boys' ears flatten as his tail curls around his leg, not yet long enough to curl around his body.

"Sorry Uncle TaeTae, sorry Ahjussi." He bows to Yoongi and takes Taehyung's hand to go sit at their usual table for his weekend music lessons with his uncle.

"Mr. Min are you alright?" He had been captivated with watching your son walk away, ears following the movement.

"Uh, yea sorry this is just a lot to take in." Jin walks in behind you from the café office where he was ordering supplies and takes over for you at the counter.

"Thank you, y/n." You take off the apron and grab the Iced americano you had made for Yoongi, walking around the counter to your ex-boss.

"You're welcome, Jin." Calling back to him over your shoulder, you stop in front of the panther hybrid and silently hand him his coffee, speaking up after a few seconds of awkward silence.

"If you have some time, would you like to sit and talk?" his ears perk up at your question and you almost giggle at the behavior, never seeing his hybrid features betray his calm façade often.

After agreeing, the two of you settle at a table near Yeonjun and your brother so you could monitor their shenanigans.

"I never knew you had a son; I didn't even know you were married much less." Yoongi begins the conversation as he looks at the little boy, missing the frown that comes across your face at his words.

"That's because I'm not married." His head whips to focus on you, eyes wide in surprise, and he can see now the sour look that mars your features.

To you his reaction is just that of surprise, but in reality, it's a look of hope, being completely oblivious to the fact that your big bad boss has been harboring a crush behind his cold behavior all these years.

He decided to do his best to act like his feelings never existed all those years ago and he had been doing well for three whole years until the single phase 'eomma' nearly tore his heart out.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to assume, is the man at the counter your boyfriend then?"

You bark out a laugh at this, his cheeks heating up in embarrassment at his own question.

"That's my eldest brother actually, the man sitting with Yeonjun is my younger brother and my twin brother is at work right now."

If his cheeks had been pink before they're on fire now, his keen sense of smell had always identified three male scents lingering occasionally along with a constant feline presence. Now that you've explained it to him though, all these years of repressed jealousy are downright mortifying to him. Not to mention the fact that the male behind the counter isn't even a hybrid.

"Yeonjun's father actually isn't in the picture, it's why I never told you or anyone else in the office. You'd be surprised at how many job offers got rescinded when they found out I was a single mom." You speak quietly, looking out of the window to avoid Yoongi seeing the hurt expression on your face.

He doesn't have to see your face to know you're hurt though; he can tell by the change in your scent and the tone of your voice.

Not saying anything further on the topic to prevent upsetting you more, he notices the way your son locks his attention on you when he gets a waft of your sad scent in the air.

The boy hops down from his chair, ignoring his uncles' protests and makes his way over to you, his hybrid instincts telling him to protect and comfort you.

He climbs into your lap and snuggles his face into your neck when you wrap your arms around him, letting out little purrs meant to comfort you.

Yoongi smiles at the scene before him and he selfishly wishes to himself that the boy was his own and watching the two of you was a normal part of his day.

Since your run in with Yoongi at the café he started to spend his weekends hanging out around you and your family in the shop. Even meeting Jimin, Yeonjun's teacher and the third troublemaker to your younger brother's friend group, and your best friend Hoseok. The only person he has yet to meet Namjoon, which is where this VERY awkward situation is stemming from as Yoongi unknowingly discusses with you a PR plan that he's been having trouble with to collaborate with your brother.

Joon had recently released his mixtape and it had blown up on the charts, leading to the marketing team suggesting adding him to the list of possible collaboration candidates. Unbeknownst to you, Yoongi had completely been sold on his music the second he listened to it, and now you find yourself in the pickle of whether or not to tell your ex-boss that the rapper he's gushing about is your twin brother.

"Hell no." Joon blanches when you ask him that night.

You had gotten Jin to help you by requesting Namjoon take over the café with you for a little while so he could run some errands. Hopefully giving you enough time to convince the man, and if that failed you had hoped Yoongi could convince him when he stopped by for his regular visits.

Despite the rocky feelings you had towards the CEO while working for him, he had proved himself a completely different person outside of a working relationship. Even spending some of his nights after work learning to make various coffee drinks and sweets with you and Yeonjun; one of which ended with flour all over his designer suit, a very giggly little boy and a gummy smile from the panther.

"Please Joonie? Can you at least just consider it, for me?" he stops sweeping the floor to give you a look when the bell on the door rings as its opened.

"Uncle Yoongi!" Yeonjun jumps up at the sight of Yoongi, having grown closer to him over the weeks with the added help of both being feline type hybrids.

"Uncle?" Namjoon's deep baritone voice stops the panther in his tracks, slowly looking up to take in the tall beefy frame of your twin.

"Ahaha, Joonie this is Min Yoongi, the one I've mentioned that's been coming to hang out at the shop with us on the weekends. Yoongi this is my twin brother, Namjoon."

Your ex-boss's posture is ramrod straight as he bows and introduces himself to the taller man, almost looking ready to bolt. Joon gives a noncommittal hum in response and narrows his gaze at him.

"What makes you think you have the right to come here and have a close relationship to him when you put his mother and my sister through hell?" The color in your face drains as you look at your brother in horror, Yoongi's face mirroring a similar reaction to your own.

"Namjoon!" You gasp out.

"What!?" He whips his attention to you. "Don't tell me his sweet behavior these past few months have let you forget the nights you came home crying from the stress. Or your own child's Birthdays and milestones you missed seeing while you were forced to work overtime or denied time off. Or even having to sit at work for hours on end while your son was in the hospital because this asshole didn't think a family emergency was enough of a reason to leave early!"

He then turns the focus of his ire on Yoongi, tears of frustration streaming down his face. "Do you even have the slightest clue of the misery you have caused this family? Do you even understand how heartbreaking it is to tell a child his own mother can't come home on his birthday? Or how gut-wrenching it is to see the guilt on my sisters face when she was finally able to come home hours after he had gone to bed? She spent five years watching her son grow up through the screen of a phone while she catered to your every whim, and you expect me to be okay with you kindly sliding into our lives like none of that happened?"

The tears are streaming down your face now, never knowing the hurt Namjoon had felt seeing you struggle. You had been so happy to be free and content with a relationship with Yoongi that didn't contain a superior-assistant balance that you had let go of the frustrations you felt while working for him. Seeing now that he had not let go of those negative feelings out of protection of the other half of his soul and his beloved nephew.

"Uncle Joonie don't cry." Your sweet little boys voice comes out muffled as he clings to his uncle in the biggest hug his tiny body can muster.

Namjoon crouches down to wrap his arms around the boy, tucking his face into Yeonjun's shoulder and bringing a large hand to the back of his head. "I'm okay bub, Uncle Joonie is sorry for yelling in front of you. Why don't you go upstairs with Eomma and help her make dinner, hm?"

He looks up at you then, an apology in his eyes that only the bond between twins can decipher, and you nod your head in understanding. Taking the boys hand when he comes to your side you give a look to Yoongi and bow your head in goodbye. Namjoon watches the two of you walk into the back of the shop and heaves a sigh when you disappear from his sight.

Yoongi watches as your brother gets up from his crouched position and levels his gaze back on him. "Let's go for a walk, Min."

Yoongi has never felt more intimidated by a person than your twin brother. Sure, the other two were both tall and by no means scrawny, but the sheer size of Namjoon's biceps makes him feel like the dude could pick him up and toss him like a sack of potatoes.

The hybrid shakes himself out of his thoughts and softly clears his throat before he responds, "Yea, okay."

Your brother takes off his apron and motions for Yoongi to follow him out of the café, turning the 'Open' sign around and locking the doors. He sets off down the sidewalk without looking back to see if the older man was following him. Namjoon stops walking after a while and lets out another sigh as he leans his head facing the sky, then lolling his head back to focus on Yoongi after a second.

"My brothers have been telling me about your new habit of visiting and quite honestly I don't know what to think about it. For years I've watched my sister come home exhausted and force herself to get up and go to work even when she was sick because of you. She's missed out on so many of Yeonjun's firsts and birthdays as a result of how hard you had her working and now all of the sudden, you're a different person?"

Yoongi doesn't know what to do, guilt is washing through him at the man's words, and he struggles to think of what would convince him that he truly cares about you. That he never intended to cause you misery and he never would have done what he did if he had known he was pushing you too hard. You had never let him see you were struggling, he thought you were thriving, he felt pride in the results of your hard work, and it made him think you were capable of that much more.

"I know you have your doubts in me. But I never intended to cause her such pain." He looked into Namjoon's eyes with determination. "I've admired your sister since I hired her, she was always capable and hardworking and after a while I saw a potential in her that others couldn't. I admit at first, I worked her like a hardass because I didn't understand why someone like her was skipping out on the steps of her career in exchange for money. But then I saw something in her that reminded me of myself, and I admired her for her sacrifices, and I worked her harder because I knew she was capable and that she could accomplish something incredible under the pressure."

"And what? You thought you could push her like that without checking in? You thought you could put all of that responsibility on her without the corresponding title? Or pay? Or benefits?" Namjoon fires back, skeptical of the hybrid before him.

The CEO takes a deep breath, knowing that the man was right. "You're right, and I know I'm selfish for it, but I wanted her by my side for as long as I could. I wanted her to continue to be the fortress around me. She kept me levelheaded and calm, and she protected the company silently and I took that for granted. And fuck- You're so right in that I just expected her to take my shit and still stay by my side forever, but I was blind and stupid and Naïve, and yet I can't live without her in my life even after knowing I don't deserve her."

He's looking into your brothers' eyes with the most sincerity he's ever felt in his life, and he prays that if there's a god out there that it will help him just this once. That your brother will believe him, that he will at least let him stay in your life if only as a friend, that he will get a second chance to do this the right way.

"How long have you been in love with her?" The response throws him for a loop, but he won't back away from his feelings anymore. He won't risk losing you again.

"Three years, but I think I loved her long before I realized it." Confessing the truth with confidence lifts a heavy weight off his chest for the first time in a long time.

"Do you still love her knowing what you know now about her? Knowing that she's a mother?" Namjoon levels him with the question like it's the final challenge, and he doesn't hesitate a second in his answer.

"More than ever."

#yoongi x y/n #yoongi x reader #hybrid!au #hybrid!bts #single parent au #Sibling bts #yoongi x you #bts fluff #bts angst #hybrid yoongi

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miekasa · 2 years

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NO LET'S TALK ABT HIM WHTVR U SAY I WILL LISTEN IT CAN JUST ME U AND ME LOL

PLEASE!! LETS!! HE’S VERY SPECIAL TO ME!!! Here are some very unorganize thoughts I have about him. (Spoiler: he’s my honey pie and I love him alot </3333)

Satoru is annoying. Genuinely. Not in an endearing way, truly… but it’s also extremely admirable. Someone like him doesn’t have to give the time of day to anybody he feels is undeserving, someone like him doesn’t have to try to get to know people and force himself to such close proximity (literally) to people, but he does anyway. Satoru is annoying, but he’s annoying on purpose and somehow that’s way more comforting than someone who’s just plain old terrible to be around; everything he does has a purpose—even hanging off of your shoulder like deadweight.

He’d be a terrible friend with benefits. The… benefits would be great, of course, but he’d completely throw the whole “no strings attached” part of the arrangement out the window. His strings are very attached, in fact all of them are attached. He’s waiting for all of yours to be attached too.

He’s supposed to be a lightweight supreme, but hear me out… Satoru loves brunch lmfaoooooo. It’s the atmosphere of a Saturday morning brunch… nice pastries… fries for breakfast, eggs for lunch…. and champagne with it at that. How could he turn that down? He’s absolutely tipsy halfway into his first mimosa but who fucking CARESSSS not him!!!! He’s having the time of his life.

He… likes seeing people eat. Not in a weird way or a sexual way, he just likes to know that he people he cares about are well fed and have good food. There’s a sense of pride that washes over him when he takes his students out for lunch, when Megumi comes over for dinner, when he can convince you to share an extra appetizer with him.

He does this thing where he sort of… hovers? around you. He’s like a little worker bee when he’s talking your ear off about something, unable to keep still. You could be walking, and Satoru will still flutter from your right to your left side, even has room to circle around you sometimes even while you’re walking because his legs are just that long and he’s just that excited about what he’s sharing with you. He’s gotta make sure you’re listening though, so sometimes he stops you in your tracks, right in front of you to bend down slightly and inquire, “Hey? You’re listening, right? This is important!”

He has a concerning amount of Miffy merchandise. Plush pillows, blankets, trinkets, a keychain, even an apron—Satoru is strangely obsessed with that little bunny. Megumi can confirm this addiction, and while he thinks it’s strange, he still holds on to the Miffy blanket Satoru gave him when he was 10.

Speaking of Megumi, getting him dogs was definitely Satoru’s grand plan to Make This Grumbly Child Love And Respect Me when he first took the kid in. Satoru thought he’d arranged to pick up two little black and white poodles from the shelter—and yeah the dogs weren’t very curly-haired when he’d brought them home, but they were only a few weeks old, who was he to judge. It’s when the dogs are damn near Megumi’s size one year later that Satoru realizes they are not poodles, and that he’s gonna be cleaning up after a lot of dog shit until Megumi gets big enough to do it himself.

The Fenty chapstick AND gloss bomb stays on him!!! AT ALL TIMES!!!!

Jewelry aficionado. For himself, but also for you. Satoru’s got a few pieces of jewelry he wears himself; a couple of nice watches, a slew of cuff links one of which you swear has diamonds on it, some rings, a few pairs of earrings, silver tie clips, even a necklace when he’s feeling fancy. He claims to be very particular about his jewelry—“Gotta look for the finer things in life, my love!”—and very particular about the jewelry he buys you, too. Say the word and it’s yours—solid gold, diamonds, pearls—actually, you don’t even have to say anything, just look at it for long enough and he’s on it. Plus, he likes seeing you wear things he bought you. You’re his baby, he’s gotta take care of you. (You will get matching pinky rings).

It’s almost cute the way he always has candy on him. Almost. It’s not so cute when he gets patted down going through security at the airport and he’s told to empty his pockets and it’s a bunch of wrapped candies and lollipop and it’s six in the morning. He screams your name way too loudly trying to catch up with you when you turn and leave him to head to your gate.

Terms of endearment come easy to him. It’s easy to say he’s a flirt, but something that makes Satoru’s words extra sweet is the way he says my. “Come here, my love”; “How are you today, my dear? Have anything good for lunch?”; “Aren’t the kiddies so cute—ah my cute little students, even when they’re upset with me, don’t you think?”; “You’re my baby you know that? My sweet girl.”

#anonymous #i will SCREAM!! HE HAS MUCH LOVE TO GIVE!!! ITS NOT ALWAYS REFINED IN THE WAY HE GIVES IT #BUT ITS HIS LOVE REGARDLES!!! AND HE DESERVES IT BACK!!!!!#he makes me very *twirls hair and clicks my heels together*#gojo x reader #satoru.ask

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bright-and-burning · 2 months

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hi hello 👋 thoughts on batman? (I just put on the Lego batman movie and am about to pour another drink)

omg i love the lego batman movie sm !!!! watching that tipsy would fix me

he is for sure not my fave dc (dc here very general not like specific movies verse specific comics etc) guy (i say like i have like vast experience w this. i’ve just watched some of the older movies and then read quite a bit of fic. and a little bit of comics) but he is quite key to my fave guys (i really like all the robins!!!)

in terms of specific batmans in film… (CAVEAT: the most recent time i watched any of these was fall 2022 and most of these faaaar longer ago) i had batman (1966) on dvd as a kid, that one w the like . united nations officials’ heads exploding into colorful powder and the massive cartoonish bomb? and that’s very dear to me even tho me and my siblings made fun of it every time we watched

the nolan batman movies i actually didn’t see until i was in college lol. my one ex LOVED them. i don’t have like terribly strong opinions on them except that i love basically the entire cast. i read a really interesting essay abt like, the surveillance state and terror and the politics of that trilogy and that was really fascinating honestly. kind of shifted how i looked at them. like these for being nolan movies rather than for being batman movies if that makes sense; the appeal isn’t so much batman as a character as it is nolan as a director and his choices

the 80s batman and the affleck batman i have not touched so i don’t have any opinions there

LEGO BATMAN!!!!!! so so so good dude now i’m gonna have to rewatch. just like wonderfully whimsical and the way it doesn’t take itself terribly seriously i feel like frees the movie up to really get batman lol

i LOVED the batman for so many reasons. jeffrey wright <333 but i really felt like it captured batman as a character So Well while also being visually GORGEOUS. also when i watched it i shit you not an actual bat got into the room while we were watching in the dark at a really tense moment and it was terrifying. let me try to find a picture that doesn’t have anyone’s face in it…

ok here are some of our attempts at capturing it. it was eventually stunned via guitar case and caught under a family sized cereal box before being deposited in the front yard

#ask #thank u for letting me yap ro i hope you enjoy lego batman

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the-writing-mobster · 2 years

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Hello dear friend and author, may I request some headcanons for The Boys ™ + Frisk on a camping trip perhaps?

| Baby Face Boys & Babes HCs! | Camping Trip! 🏕️

Yessss! Thank you for the suggestion dear heart! 🫶 This was quite the hilarious scenario to imagine. Especially with all these city boys 😭

Again, if any of y'all have little head canon requests for the BF! boys, drop an ask in my inbox! Let me know if you want any for a specific character ;)

Sans: I Wasn't Built For This™

Why did he let Nick convince him this would be fun? Go camping they said. It'll be fun they said.

He refuses to sleep in a tent. He just puts the seats down in his car, all the pillows and blankets he needs, and sleeps there. He's above sleeping on the ground tbh.

“Hiking? That... That sounds exhausting. How long is the trail? FIVE MILES!? Nah. No thanks. you guys go ahead, I'll protect the site from bears or something.”

Day drinks like a mother fucker. Also is the one who usually grills the food considering he's the best cook in the group. Naps all the time.

Once he's a bit more tipsy he's a lot more open to the adventure. Found a rope swing over a lake and went for it without hesitation.

Is the only one who's actually able to start a fire. He watches Nick and Jonas try to do the stick trick and just, “Oh my God, that's so stupid. Just use a lighter. Fuck.”

Tells the best scary stories at the campfire. Leaves the others trembling all night long with his terrifying tales of torment.

Sometimes, no don't tell anyone, he'll get up on the roof of his car and just stargaze... He's glad Nick got him to come. The stars are so clear outside of the city...

Nick: The Environmentalist™

IS THAT A FUCKING BEER CAN!? ON MY HIKING TRAIL!? ABSOLUTELY THE FUCK NOT!

Always looking for the closest trash can and picking up every piece of litter he finds on the trail or near the lake.

Brings little bags with him and gives everyone some to encourage them to also pick up any litter they see.

Always taking candid videos to document their experience. Will do a David Attenborough impression while filming his friends doing stupid shit. No, it's not a good impression, it's the worst British accent you've ever heard.

If he sees a stream he WILL follow it. Even if it goes off the trail. Probably the least responsible thing he does but it's just SO FASCINATING! If he does need help, Jonas can just howl like the wolf he is until Nick makes his way back.

He loves exploring. Always climbing on rocks, and trees.

Always trying to get Sans to participate, no matter how many times Sans says no.

Talks in length about how he wants to set up an off the grid cabin and just "live off the land," in a commune or something. Always talking about how he'd start a big garden, get rain catchers, solar panels, compost toilets... If Ted Kaczynski can do it, why can't he?

"I'm sorry, the fucking Unibomber?” “He had some good points! Don't worry I would never fucking bomb anyone, he was wrong for that.”

Nick always plays the guitar at the campfire and the boys make up random songs to sing with each other, with Nick leading them like the lil lead singer that he is. :,)

Alphys: Having several regrets...

Nope. Sans is right. Sleeping in a tent sucks! Worst sleep ever. She ends up sleeping in the car with Sans.

Chokes down the bitter ass coffee they have to brew themselves to feed her ✨addiction✨

She misses takeout delivery. And video games.

IS THAT A FUCKING SPIDER!?

She absolutely REEKS of bug spray. Mosquitoes don't even go after her, but she still sprays herself down out of paranoia.

Unlike Sans, she actually tries to participate in the "fun" activities cause she doesn't want to feel left out. Is always out of breath and has to be carried by Jonas halfway through because she is literally gonna have an asthma attack. She doesn't even have asthma, but she will after this five mile hike!

Walks into several spider webs, the poor dear.

Loves the campfire and listening to Sans's stories and Nick's songs. Probably the best part of camping is that moment with everyone. She also loves s'mores :)

S'mores are definitely the best part of camping... And also the fact it makes her feel like she's in a studio ghibli movie!

Jonas : The Wilderness Explorer ™

Jonas absolutely loves camping! Being outdoors in general is his jam. Just because he's a grunge skater boy doesn't mean he's above fishing and hiking.

Always trying to impress people with survivalist shit. Can pitch a tent like no one's business and builds little shelters out of sticks, leaves and moss for fun. Still hasn't figured out how to start a fire with sticks but he's persistent.

Really enjoys the fact Sans is out of his element. Constantly making fun of him. "HAH! look at this guy, he can't even pitch a tent."

After Sans decided he was above sleeping on the ground, Jonas thought it would be really funny to tie some hammocks up in the trees. Sans wakes up to the guys sleeping in the canopy and Jonas is just gloating, “WHO'S ABOVE WHO NOW, SANS!?"

When they're hiking, he always climbs up onto big rocks and howls because it's the funnest shit to do ever.

Loves swimming in the lake and when Sans finds the rope, he's overjoyed. Always doing a bunch of flips off of it. Definitely caught a fish with his bare hands.

The fish promptly slapped him in the face as it flailed from his grip to get back in the water.

LOVES s'mores, but can't eat chocolate, so he just eats the marshmallows off the stick. Always talking about how there's a proper way to roast the marshmallow but immediately burns it.

Is the one who can't sleep after Sans's ghost stories.

Midas: the Anti Boy-Scout 😈

Unlike Alphys, Midas isn't afraid of creepy crawlies... In fact, he's the one tormenting people with creepy crawlies >:)

Definitely placed a tarantula on top of Alphys's sleeping bag and is the reason she now refuses to sleep outside.

Finds the biggest bugs imaginable and chases Maeve on the hiking trail. He is a fucking menace to society and MUST be stopped!

He swims under water (with tinted goggles of course) and pretends to be a water snake to freak people out. Will like swim underneath them and his snake hair will definitely slither along their legs. Has been kicked in the face.

When he's not terrorizing his friends, he's binge drinking at the campsite and smoking. Probably knows all the mushroom types and exactly which mushrooms will get people off their shits.

That being said, he has used his powers for good once and caught a big cotton mouth near the campsite so no one would actually get hurt. Carried it away safely and no one was the wiser. An unsung hero, truly.

One time he went out by himself to just enjoy nature, and took his sunglasses off to enjoy the breeze on his face.

Almost turned a hiker into a monument. Thankfully, he was quick to dodge that bullet.

After Sans's ghost stories, Midas will purposefully stay up and fuck with the boys while they're trying to sleep. Like I said, a fucking menace.

Maeve: ✨ Polaroid Princess ✨

“Wow this is so aesthetic.” *📸*

Where Nick is taking stupid candid videos, Maeve is always forcing everyone into fun, cutesy group photos.

Loves watching the sunset, always crooning over the pretty colors.

Basking in a warm patch of sun is one of her favorite activities. Has definitely found a sunny meadow and just laid there to watch the clouds.

She's always put together, outfits are always coordinated. Definitely over packed and now has to wear EVERY outfit she packed for a two day camping trip.

Much like Nick, she's always trying to get Sans to participate but it's to no avail.

She is also the one to keep Alphys the most company and encourage her all the time when they're hiking. “Guys maybe we should turn around, Alphys is getting tired.” “No I'm fine!” -cue Jonas having to give her a piggy back ride back to the camp site, with Maeve tagging along like “I told you.”

Always forcing people to drink water to stay hydrated. “Hydrate or Die-drate."

Hates swimming, but, again, loves basking on the shoreline while the boys are goofing around in the water.

Jonas and Midas have pushed her in the water once and regretted it immediately because she hulked out on them. Went full Lioness on their asses. She is literally the tallest and biggest out of all them, they should've seen this coming 🤦🏼‍♀️ The bugs were one thing, but THAT CROSSED A LINE!

Frisk: Little Miss Sunshine 🌸😚

Absolutely precious. Always asking people if they need help while setting up the campsite. Definitely brought fairy lights and hangs them up in her tent and around their site in the trees. Everyone wants to hang out in her tent because she made it so cozy. Even Sans isn't above hanging out in there.

Is definitely super stoked about camping. Much like Jonas, she absolutely adores the outdoors and spending time in nature, even though she doesn't have any of the survival skills.

Always asking Jonas to show her how to do cool stuff and he is more than happy to teach her how to do things. He definitely shows off for her all the time, and she enjoys the attention.

Keeps the campsite tidy and organized, always agreeing with Nick about keeping the land clean and picking up litter.

When everyone goes off to hike, she stays behind with Sans to hang out with him alone.

She actually manages to convince him to enjoy the outdoors and the two go off on another trail by themselves, and just talk about life and shit. Occasionally they can hear Jonas howling or Maeve's blood curdling screams from being chased by bugs and they start giggling with each other.

Definitely makes little wildflower bouquets for everyone and also flower crowns.

Everyone is always making sure she's having fun.

Hangs out with Maeve because they're pretty similar. They're always taking pictures together and Frisk is always offering to take pictures of the group so Maeve can actually be in said pictures.

Loves swimming. Tried the rope but it unfortunately snapped on her. The boys constantly asked if she's okay after flopping on her back, but she's just giggling about it the whole time.

Is the one who kicked Midas in the face. She feels really bad about it, and he always teases her about it but hey, he shouldn't have been acting like the creature from the black lagoon!

Loves listening to Sans's ghost stories and Nick's songs too. Definitely the boys' biggest cheerleader.

At night, she climbs up on the roof of the car to stargaze with Sans, and the two point out constellations with each other and tell each other stories.

For some reason, these songs gives me Camping vibes so...

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deaniewithalittleweanie · 1 year

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I think a lot of people would understand me better if they knew my family.

Tonight we would out to a fondue place for my little brother’s bday. We’re both in college, but I’m almost past college age now, for reference. My little sister is an older teenager.

So we get there and immediately my parents order wine. We’re having a few different conversations at once. My sister is showing me deep fried memes on pinterest, My brother is explaining some indie film to me. My parents are chatting. But every five minutes, my mom announces “LET’S TAKE A VOTE” and then asks us the most generic question ever like “what’s your favorite dessert” or “favorite color?” My siblings and I played along for the first half hour of the meal, but that got old fast.

At some point, my brother and sister, who are sitting on either side of me, starting fighting over a piece of baby carrot that was in front of me, and they were practically sword fighting with the little fondue forks.

There was an argument because my parents suggested we drive around and look at Christmas lights, but it’s starting to rain and temps are dropping below zero so it was a terrible idea. At this point, my mom is thoroughly tipsy and nearly fell off the curb outside the restaurant on the way out.

You know that meme where people ask their partners, “Would you still love me if I was a worm?” If that question was a grenade, what my mom asked was a fucking atom bomb.

“When I get old and I’m in assisted living, you’re going to come take care of me every day, right?”

My sister has noise cancelling headphones in, so she’s totally out of this. My brother and I tried to give reasonable answers, but my mom just got perpetually more upset. She said if we live in another state, we have to move and be there with her all day, every day because she would do the same for us. It was distressing to say the least.

So my brother and I compare the question to “would you still love me if I was a worm” and then my mom loses all sense.

“Everything I say is wrong, all you do is make fun of me, etc etc etc...”

All the while my dad is driving and hurtling us down the highway at 85mph.

Needless to say everyone dispersed to their rooms when we got home.

#personal #please laugh at this #I know some of it is objectively worrying #but I have to laugh to cope

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🪦🏀 (2017)

Act like team rocket I go my city team rocket you where the tubes at, left you blasted off in the news flash, new news, I’m nude, that’s a news flash, this baby boom rap, like a terrorist womb strapped, I spit an invaluable track, best stoned I left the diamond jewels spat, hardest talk bullet proof chat, mouth so hard I chew glass, so hard looks like my tooth’s cracked, words disgusting, verbs crusty, blurts ugly, check my tooth plaque, gravitate her water when I go moon man, floating like I got floated when I make her pool splash, left that pussy and her pussy all bruise scratched, still ain’t even got time got the snooze tapped, but alarms gonna ring like when schools back, my time almost now see the new champ, white rapper adjust your attitude fast, shit girl I know you got sipped, I mean the alcohol and you talk shit, see the bottle got sipped, then you went and gossiped, took my cat from the bag and tossed it, I mean your pussy and my wrong shit, then my cat I lost it, means I’ll never be a pussy just a monster, black lungs black heart keep em frostbit, the diamonds are like my rap flawless, butcher to the beat it’s raw shit, cook the pot like a pot bitch, 100 yard pass I caught it, 100 yard pass you dropped it, she did inbox, I did intoxicants can’t cage me I’m off the top swanton bombing, crossfaded mind doing CrossFit, thinking about the game bet my thoughts win, rapping for me is easier than talking, last real hardest in the game last boss bossing, blowing up like demolition and I feel demolished, my dick spearing Brittney with no love that’s toxic, put my heart in the top cupboard and locked it, bitches and combination not magnetized but opposite, got magnets and I’m magnemite how I shock it, try to shoot me like movies I’m pausing, you fucked up an alternate ending what you watching, got damn all my clapping had me applauding, Yung Choppa got the banana clip, all the kids want me like a Santa wish list, she get wet I go piranha fish, I like bitches who are glamorous, got red lean and strawberry Fanta crisp, lotta white gave all Canada a sniff, race the game megatron transform the whip, blue boy with metal don’t slam the wrist, sad boys 38 special crammed to hip, ain’t slipping when I’m coming im the best with grip, I like cutting up especially necks and wrist, so deeply cold titanic I wrecked the ship, haven’t been to gyms still a flexing kid, so lazy getting close to Mexicans, I’m joking so forgive the sin, looking at her fins like projection ends, French in her water let my Phelps just swim, her fish delish, to lick, and well as sniff, searching for unlimited seafood in Warren buffet, drinking salty sweet that smells of fish, gave story tales lying ho tell a fib, should peblish it, all about the pussy I’m a feminist, my 3rd leg got her trembling quick, block gets busted like renting vids, she gets the tip without the sense(cents), tipping over shit taking tipsy sips, so emotional like a wrisky wrist, she always comes back around she’s my frisbee bitch, more tongue out than a lispy lick, crunch her eggs she’s a crispy chick, textbooking my dick she forgets what flimsy is, this lion is king no Disney flick, wondering through life into the trench he slipped, I’m fucked up don’t get fucked up my fist be clinched, Maury to my father im misery’s kid, so much green shouted timber from lift, blood boiling 212 degree temperature hit, your such a pussy I saw whiskers when hissed, dick started to whimp but she had whimpering ends, I’m more smooth than her slippery grip, history repeats I’ll make history again, I got bars for these snickering kids, weed louder than a whismer in end, exploud the smoke to whisp in the wind………

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cksmart-world · 1 year

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SMART BOMB

The Completely Unnecessary News Analysis

by Christopher Smart

March 28, 2023

JACK DANIELS: OUR WHISKEY IS NOT DOG POOP

The Supreme Court just couldn't seem to suss it out. VIP Products came up with a dog chew toy parody called Bad Spaniels shaped like a bottle of Jack Daniel's Old No. 7 Tennessee Whiskey. The chew toy is labeled, “Old No. 2 on your Tennessee carpet.” And while Jack is 40 proof, Bad Spaniels claims it's 43% POO BY VOL. The whiskey company was not amused and sued, claiming trademark infringement. It's attorney argued that, "Jack Daniel's loves dogs and appreciates a good joke... But doesn't want its customers associating its fine whiskey with dog poop.” The justices seemed befuddled. A chew toy as a parody of a whiskey bottle? “I just don't get it,” said Justice Elena Kagan. Nor was Kagan buying the argument from VIP's attorney that the chew toy had First Amendment protection. “This is not a political T-shirt. It’s not a film. It’s not an artistic photograph,” Kagan said. “It's a dog toy.” Is Jack just shit or legendary whiskey? Do chew toys have First Amendment rights or could tipsy drinkers bight into them after one too many. While senators grilled Supreme Court nominees Neil M. Gorsuch, Bret Kavanaugh and Amy Coney Barrett on Roe v. Wade, no one thought to ask about parody versus the First Amendment. Our future could rest on their ruling — shooters anyone?

CAUGHT WITH HIS PANTS DOWN: MICHELANGELO'S DAVID

So-called great works of art are OK as long as they aren't, you-know, lewd and suggestive. We don't want our kids asking a bunch of embarrassing questions, like, daddy, what's that. And we don't want some woke so-called “educators” taking on parental duties — they could even screw up the birds and bees. Sure, you can see a bit of Mona Lisa's cleavage, but that can always be touched up with a Sharpie. And look at the “Girl With the Golden Earring” — true, she's got suggestive ears, but you can't even see her front. So we have to give a big God-bless-you to the Tallahassee Classical School Board for firing that principal who during a so-called Renaissance art lesson showed a nude depiction of Michelangelo's David with his junk hanging out and everything. So what if it's famous; for us, it's nothing but pornography. Those Tallahassee parents had every right to go totally bonkers. David for chrissakes. Those so-called “educators” want to “educate” our kids — but we know that's code for wokeness indoctrination. Is it any wonder we want to take over schools so our kids don't learn about stuff like racism and sexual orientation or how Eve ate the apple of knowledge. It could get them to asking more difficult questions. “Daddy, what's the apple of knowledge.” Oh Lord, help us.

GWENETH PALTROW: BANGER OR BANGEE

Tragedy: movie star and an old geezer collide on a ski slope. Gweneth Paltrow, the Oscar-winner for “Shakespeare In Love,” testified in Utah's 3rd District Court that in 2016 someone's skis appeared between hers coming from behind. Oh my gawd, she thought, I'm being sexually assaulted at Deer Valley in my new designer ski pants. To scream or not to scream, that is the question. “[Y]ou skied into my F-ing back,” she bellowed at Terry Sanderson. The drama unfolded at the Park City trial where Sanderson, 76, is seeking $300,000 in damages, claiming that Paltrow skied into him causing brain damage and broken ribs. Twas not nobler to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune than to take arms against the rich bitch. For the production's costume Paltrow wore a $600 cardigan, gold necklace chains worth $65,000, a $595 turtle neck and $1,200 boots. “I doubt not then but innocence shall make false accusations blush and tyranny tremble at patience,” she testified. But Sanderson's attorney wasn't buying it. “False face must hide what the false heart doth know.” And so it goes — can justice prevail after six long years. It echoes Shakespeare: “Things without all remedy should be without regard: what's done is done.” Twas ever thus — for little people anyway.

Post script — Well Wilson, rehab isn't nearly as fun as it's cracked up to be — but here we are. Folks may not know that the staff here at Smart Bomb has been in rehab for a time getting it together. And boy howdy does the world look a lot different from this vantage. People outside are rushing around, going crazy. Everything is a big deal and everyone has anxiety headaches. They've got deadlines and quotas and itchy bosses who have to make their numbers for idiots on high who live in pink and blue bubbles. There's snow and commuter traffic and the kid doesn't know what sex to be. It's little wonder they don't pay much mind to the apocalypse. And should they look up, they're bombarded with pressing news: Ukraine, China, Russia, taxes, Fox News, the Orange Monster. Maybe the end of the world doesn't seem so bad after all. You're right Wilson, they should change their lifestyle. Move to San Diego and sell $10 sunglasses on the beach. Steal away to Tahiti and paint topless women like Gauguin. Find a little ski town and become a barista or bartender. The money's not great but the extra-curricular sex ain't' bad — and you don't have to pay taxes on it. How do you spell S-U-C-C-E-S-S.

No Wilson, we aren't in that kind of rehab. We're in a place where not-so-young people go to get their legs and backs fixed while wondering how long they can keep up a youthful charade. It's challenging but nothing compared to a job with a sociopathic boss. Want to get away? Give the band some Narcon, Wilson, and take us on outa here:

Everybody's talkin' at me I don't hear a word they're sayin' Only the echoes of my mind People stoppin', starin' I can't see their faces Only the shadows of their eyes I'm going where the sun keeps shinin' Through the pourin' rain Going where the weather suits my clothes Bankin' off of the northeast winds Sailin' on a summer breeze And skippin' over the ocean like a stone

Wah, wah-wah-wah-wah Wah-wah-wah-wah, wah-wah-wah Wah I'm going where the sun keeps shinin' Through the pourin' rain Going where the weather suits my clothes Bankin' off of the northeast winds Sailin' on a summer breeze And skippin' over the ocean like a stone Everybody's talkin' at me Can't hear a word they're sayin' Only the echoes of my mind

(Everybody’s Talkin’ — Harry Nilsson)

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