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ratcash-wasgud · 28 days

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𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎𝙼𝚘𝚖!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝙼𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚗!𝙼𝚒𝚣𝚞

Hey heyyyy. I know I'm not doing the shit I'm supposed to, but this has been on my mind for so long, and I CANNOT get it out.

Mizu hated her job. Working in a busy restaurant as a waitress is honestly exhausting, especially when someone is kind of masculine presenting. Sometimes she thinks that college isn't worth enough to suffer through this. Rude comments from middle aged customers about how she's not feminine enough, no tips from men since they usually think she's one of them until she speaks up, and little kids asking "are you a boy or a girl" are part of her daily rutine. But still, there is one good thing about her job. You.

She usually shares a shift with you, and you happen to be her polar opposite. You're cheery, optimistic and seem to be always shining. You're always there when she drops a plate, apologize in her place, and help her clean it up. You seem to be young too, almost her age. During some of the shared breaks, you told her you're four years older than her, and never managed to finish college. Why? You got pregnant.

You briefly told her about it once. You did really well on an exam, and went out to celebrate. You got really, reaaaaly drunk. Since there was this guy, who was paying for your drinks, you went all out. The next thing though was that you woke up in an unfamiliar apartment, naked. You did a test the moment you got home, and found out you were pregnant. You dropped out to get a full time job, to afford this baby, because you weren't able to get rid of it, and when your snob parents found out, they cut contact with you. Now you're still raising your two year old daughter, Charlie.

You're stronger than anyone Mizu ever met. When she learned that you're a mother, she suddenly understood why are you so motherly. Why are you so warm. You have practice in treating children, and even if Mizu doesn't know it, she is still one on the inside. And an angry one at that.

And with the though that you are a mother, she fell in love with you. Your gentleness, your kind nature, the way you unintentionally coo at her when she's grumpy...it all just made her crave your presence. You never gave her more than a hug though aside from those rare pets on her head her when she does something really well.

She knows she shouldn't think about stuff like this, and it's not even her place to even have the though, but...you were with a man once. You never talked about anything else that could give her a hint about any of your previous or ongoing romantic interests, and that frustrates her. Akemi always tells her when she meets a guy, or Taigen when he manages to hook up with a girl...even Ringo told her about this pretty girl at the local bakery he really likes visiting. So why not you? Do you not have anyone? Ever? You probably don't like raising your kid alone, so why don't you try dating? Or dating her, to be specific. But, to cut this short, as far as she knows, you're straight.

"Oh God, we're sorry." You give a customer an apologetic smile as you kneel down on the ground to pick up pieces of a cup Mizu had just dropped. "The next drink is on the house. Again, we're sorry."

Mizu crouches down beside you, and she starts collecting shards too in silence. When the both of retreat to the kitchen, Mizu stops your hand when you're about to add a drink to your own tab. "What are you doing?"

"I told them the next drink is on the house." You say, raising an eyebrow. Mizu feels your pulse as she holds your wrist.

"Yeah, so why are you writing it to your name? I dropped the cup." She says, her tone harsh and unfriendly as ever.

"Because you already had to pay for that rude man's stew the other night. I can't let your paycheck get reduced to a single penny." You give her a slight smile and a small chuckle. You're too good to her. She keeps messing up, and you're the one cleanig up her mess.

Still, Mizu takes the pen from you and writes the drink under her name. "Buy Charlie something on your way home instead. Tell her it's from the weird woman from work." She sighs.

It's worth it. Completely. The smile on your face after she does that is just too much for Mizu to handle. "Why don't you give her the treat yourself? The daycare is close to the bus top you usually wait at, so you could come with me to pick her up."

So, that's how she ended up here, holding Charlie's small little right hand as you hold the left while the little girl literally toddles, on your way to your apartment.

Mizu was never good with children. She found them annoying and useless. But she had to admit...Charlie was adorable. The little girl was really your kid. She had the same mannerisms, even if she was barely able to speak.

"Then, the bug...got on my face. And then, I was screaming. Mean bug." Charlie mumbles endlessly as they walk. You, on the other hand, seemed to be really invested in the story, as you smile oh so sweetly at Charlie, and nod along to the story.

After that, Mizu ended up at your place somehow. She didn't want the moment to stop, so she just...kept walking with the two of you. It was so comforting, she couldn't let it go.

She watched you coo at your child as you fed her, waited obedientlyin the living room when you gave her a bath, helped you pick up her toys, and even did the day's dishes.

But it has gotten late. She should go home now...home. She feels like she found home tho. She doesn't want to leave.

"Hey..." Mizu starts as she picks up her bag. "Thanks for...you know, introducing me to Charlie." She murmurs.

You chuckle at her. "She really likes you. She was even more chatty from usual."

...

"What about you?"

"Hm?"

"Do you like me?"

She slowly takes your hand. She can't stand this endless longing anymore. She wants to be by your side, to help you raise Charlie, to make your life just a little easier. She wants that more than anything.

"It's okay if you don't like me yet...I should earn your love." Mizu says, looking down at the ground.

"Mizu..." Your gaze softens, your fingers wrapping around hers.

"But I will earn it." She says, now determination filling her eyes. "I will show you how good I'd be for you. And for Charlie. So wait for me, until I can prove myself. But be ready for me."

And with that, she's out the door. Her steps are light and fast as she enjoy's the night breeze hit her face. She can't help but smile. She feels free.

She now, has something in her life...something to look forward to. She can't wait to be part of that family.

You look at the now closed door that she just walked through, and smile softly to yourself.

"What a child..." You whisper to yourself with a small chuckle.

#blue eye samurai #bes mizu #blue eye samurai mizu #mizu x reader #bes x reader #blue eye samurai x reader #mizu fanfic #fanfiction

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mitsies · 1 year

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synopsis: chuuya nakahara has a little crush on you. to his misfortune, dazai catches on.

sfw 15 era!chuuya x reader but chuuya's a little bitch LMFAO, mega jealousy, falling in love, in dazai we trust, confessions, fluff!

chuuya nakahara didn't get jealous.

he likes to think of himself as cool, and easy-going, and even-tempered. he's not too sure as to why everyone around him disagrees- he thinks he's pretty reasonable.

yes, he gets mad sometimes, but doesn't everyone? and it's not like it's his fault that everyone around him is insufferable and incompetent.

he's only 16, but somehow more capable than most everyone else in the port mafia- this generalization, though, doesn't include you.

you're a year older than him, and probably the most competent and normal person he's met thus far. you're quick-witted and sharp, with a killer smile and a silver tongue. you're agile and a good fighter, and you're kind- a trait he's seen a horrifying lack of in his new field of business.

you're a member of the flags, a port mafia subgroup that chuuya had happened to become close with in his brief employment. the flags consisted of unsavory characters and unlikable men- you were an exception.

eventually, though, he found that you accompanied him on more missions than you did with your own group. and surprisingly, he didn't mind it all too much. in fact, he even appreciated your presence and input.

so while you were one of the few port mafia members he didn't deem completely inept, that didn't exclude the company you kept. namely: dazai osamu.

he's not too sure when or how you two became close, seeing as you, a subordinate, would have little business with the port mafia's boss' pupil- but you and dazai had recently been spotted in each others' company more frequently.

and chuuya hated it.

you were so nice, and intelligent, and a being far superior to the likes of dazai, who was horrid and cruel in every sense of the term. but chuuya nakahara wasn't jealous. no, he simply knew that you deserved better than dazai- you deserved better company, you deserved him.

you and chuuya spent time together on missions a few times a week, sure, but never anything outside of business, whereas you and dazai hung out on evenings and any free moments in the port mafia's lair.

he despised seeing you and dazai laughing in empty rooms, and he abhorred watching the both of you converse in the corners of gatherings. he thought he did a pretty good job of hiding it from you, though.

he'd never bring up dazai to you, and you didn't mention him often either. but you seemed so much more subdued around chuuya and it grated on him to think that you might be more comfortable around his rat-faced companion than him.

and speaking of dazai: chuuya could hide his not-jealousy from you, sure, but keeping it from the demon prodigy was a whole other story.

in fact, he didn't even have a chance of keeping it on the down low. dazai simply found out, just like that.

"oh my god," he had started out of nowhere. chuuya and dazai were walking to meet a car that was meant to take them home from their mission. he'd frozen in his steps and his eyes held a familiar glow- a shimmer of condescending amusement.

"you like her."

chuuya sputtered. "i do not, you ugly horse. i don't like y/n."

"who said anything about y/n?" dazai's grin grew tenfold and chuuya lacked the words to defend himself.

from then on, dazai had been a relentless tease about the situation. after he'd caught on to chuuya's crush, his jealousy-not-jealousy was easy to pick up on.

"careful with your staring," dazai had playfully chided at some point, sidling into the seat next to chuuya, "your eyes might fall out of your head."

chuuya scowled. "i wasn't staring."

"so you were just watching me and her talking. and making a gross face when i put a hand on her shoulder. i see."

if they weren't in the middle of a crowded meeting hall with a surplus of port mafia members, chuuya would strangle dazai. "i wasn't watching anything."

dazai smiles. "careful, chuuya. some people are going to start catching on, and envy isn't a good look on you-"

he's promptly cut off by chuuya slamming his fists on the table with fury written all over his face. "i am not-"

he stops himself. you're hurrying over to where the both of them are seated, glancing around furtively.

"chuuya, dazai," you all but scold, "how about you save that for later? maybe when a whole room of people aren't watching?"

dazai stands from his chair and feigns a sigh, flopping onto your shoulder. you laugh and it sounds like music and chuuya feels a vein pop in his forehead.

"my sincerest apologies," dazai bemoans, "it's just that the little one here seems to bring out the worst in me."

chuuya's clenching his jaw so hard that his teeth might grind themselves to ashes, and you playfully shove the taller boy off you. "play nice."

dazai sits back down and you take the empty seat next to him, and chuuya looks straight ahead as he listens to the two of you blabber on about some nonsense.

he's mad, he's really, really mad because he can't find it in himself to insert himself into the conversation and you look so happy talking to dazai. and really, who wouldn't be happy?

dazai was charming and charismatic, even if he was a piece of shit. he was humorous and actually kind of easy-going (looking past the murderous tendencies) in a way chuuya only claimed to be.

chuuya was angry, angry enough to admit yes, maybe he was a little jealous of dazai's closeness with you. but he had no idea what the hell to do.

chuuya can't decide if he's lucky or unlucky when the answer falls right into his lap.

it's a sunny day in january, something rare and unusual. chuuya's day has been pretty normal for a 16-year-old boy. so far, he's overseen 2 jewel trades and still had daylight to spare. he's unhurried as he wanders the hallways of the port mafia headquarters, looking for something to occupy him.

that's when he runs into you.

you're leaning against the wall of a common room, tapping away at your cell phone with your headphones on. they're sitting on your hair oddly, making the strands stick out in an awkward way. he bites the inside of his cheek, despising how the littlest things endeared you to him.

he calls your name, and you look up. a bright smile forms across your face. "hey chuuya."

"hey. not doing anything?"

you shake your head. "nope. i was about to leave, actually, to go grocery shopping. you?"

"i finished early today."

"ah. cool."

"yep."

chuuya hates how stale this conversation is. he knows he can do better but the way you look at him ties his tongue in knots and he can't seem to muster the words he wants to. he thinks that if he were dazai, it would be easy to get out what he wants to say. luckily for chuuya, though, you do it for him.

"if you're not busy," you say, "would you want to come with me? i can make you lunch back at my apartment, if you'd like."

chuuya smiles and it takes his whole being to not beam at you with all his teeth. "that sounds good."

the walk to the local grocery store is uneventful, but a constant chatter is exchanged. you talk and chuuya replies, and he feels the ice in his throat melting.

this, he realizes, is the first time he's been in your company outside of an assignment. he thinks he loves it.

you're quick to fill silences, and there's never a lull in the conversation. you laugh and smile and you seem so genuine that chuuya's heart is thundering in his chest whenever you do.

the grocery store itself is small and quaint, with windows lining the walls. sunlight filters in and stains your skin with its gold. it's peaceable, chuuya decides, the way you lead him around and gather products in your basket. it's lovely, he thinks, whenever you look at him. he could get used to this.

but chuuya is not a lucky man, it seems, because a very loud and very familiar voice cuts through whatever you were saying:

"oh, i didn't expect to see you both here, outside of work! chuuya, i'm impressed, you finally told y/n that you're hopelessly in love with her?"

chuuya freezes, staring straight ahead at the apple shelves. you straighten, wide eyes looking at him. dazai is grinning.

"you fucking piece of shit," chuuya snarls, whipping to face him.

dazai raises his hands in the air with a serene smile. "not in public, chuuya, please! think of the children!"

dazai grabs an apple from the stands and takes a bite. he turns to leave without paying. "i hope your relationship is wonderful and prosperous!"

chuuya stares at his shrinking figure, hoping that the other boy can feel his gaze burning through his back. his endeavors are only interrupted by your voice calling his name.

"chuuya?"

his attention snaps to you, and he opens and closes his jaws like a fish. "uh, yeah?"

he hates how dull and hesitant his voice sounds. he hates how confused you look. he hates dazai.

"what was dazai talking about?"

chuuya puffs out his chest, sensing an opportunity to lie his way out of this. "i have no idea, i guess that blubbering idiot has finally gone fully insane-"

"no, tell me truthfully, please."

he resists the urge to curse, having forgotten how perceptive you were. "uh... well..."

"you like me?"

silence. chuuya looks at you. you look at him. he's not sure what else he can say.

"yeah."

you blink. and then you smile. "okay, cool. i like you too."

and just like that, you move on, continuing your search for the scallions. chuuya's still frozen, so he jogs to catch up with you.

"wait, so like," he spouts disbelievingly, "for real?"

"yeah."

"just like that?"

"yep."

"it was that easy?"

"probably!"

chuuya sighs deeply and you giggle. "chuuya, i'd have said yes if you asked me out the day we met, if i'm being honest."

he gapes at you. "serious?"

"mhm. and i knew you liked me, by the way. i was just waiting for you to say it. i guess dazai got impatient."

he is flabbergasted. "what gave it away?"

you shrug your shoulders, gathering a bundle of scallions and a few heads of garlic to place in your basket. "you don't hide your envy well."

chuuya huffs. "i don't get jealous, actually."

"sure you don't."

"really, though! i don't!"

chuuya protests but he's smiling, and you are too. you bump him with your shoulders and his hand finds its way around your waist.

okay, so maybe chuuya nakahara got a little, tiny bit jealous- but for you? he thinks it was worth it.

#bsd x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara #nakahara chuya x reader #chuya nakahara x reader #chuya nakahara #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs x reader #mom i love him

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sooniebby · 1 year

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ఌ 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐘

꧁ 𝙊𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙭 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ꧂

Teaser ➤ first day at work and first sight of a glorious ass

Word count › 1.9k

Rating › NSFT (kinda)

Warnings › blackmail

Kinks › none

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Yoshida Keita was excited. He finally got a better paying job than his previous one. Keita sat down at his desk, ignoring the whispers he heard from his coworkers.

He was handsome, or so he was told. It wasn’t even just his mother saying it to be nice. He remembered back in high school having so many letters asking him to meet them on the rooftop for a confession.

But they were never someone he wanted. He hated to admit it but he always liked his partner to be at least five years older than him. Was this a kink?

Possibly. But he didn’t dwell on it. What mattered most was that he was single and miserable.

A glum frown was on his face as he went straight into work, going over anything he didn’t do yesterday. At least he now had spending money for gay porn mags.

A squeal left one of the women’s lips right next to him as he turned over to glare at her. Only for him to feel his jaw drop.

The most beautiful man he has ever seen. He was a bit short, with a few gray hairs. Nice circular glasses that didn’t make him look nerdy. Slicked back hair with cat like eyes that unintentionally looked sexy from any angle.

And his body!! He was slim and a bit small. No way did he go to the gym. But he had an ass. An ass that somehow stuck out from his work pants.

Keita had never seen a man with an ass that fat. He must’ve been blessed by the gods. The mysterious man bowed to whoever he was talking to and walked over to the desk that was farther away from the others.

He was a boss. Most definitely. The man placed down his bag on the desk and glanced at everyone looking at him, a nervous smile on his lips. Keita loved the wrinkles on his face.

On god, getting this job was the best thing to ever happen to him!

“Morning, everyone. I’m Furukawa (Name). You may call me Furukawa instead of Buchou. Let’s have a good work day, Hm?” He said, his voice was the perfect mixture of feminine and masculine.

A few of the women sighed in glee before quickly nodded. The men simply rolled their eyes. Keita wanted to touch Furukara’s ass so badly but decided he needed to keep his job.

He quickly got back into his work, sometimes stealing glances towards the masculine feminine beauty that his boss was.

How could a man be so masculine and feminine with ease???

He was everything Keita wanted but of course he had to be his fucking boss! Nothing goes right for him.

“Yoshida-San.”

Keita hummed, turning his attention to one the workers he got close with, Kobayashi Momo.

“Are you busy tonight?”

Was she asking him out?!

Kobayashi smiled shyly, waiting for him to answer.

Keita panicked. “I love men!” He yelled, gaining everyone’s attention. He felt himself turn pale, realizing he just said it out loud. Oh he was so fucking stupid.

Kobayashi quickly turned the attention over to herself, “me too!! Beautiful bodies!! Right?? Just like women! The human body is so beautiful!!! Let’s go get coffee!! Nakamura-San, do you want coffee!? Actually, does everyone want coffee?!?”

She stood up, her short bob bouncing with her. Kobayashi grabbed Keita’s arm and pulled him to stand up with surprised strength for a 5’4 woman to his 5’11 stature. She looked around for anyone to say yes.

Nakamura, the woman who sat beside them simply said yes. A few others agreed. Kobayashi looked over to Furukawa, who looked on the verge of laughing. His lips were pursed as his eyes crinkled, before he nodded out a yes.

Kobayashi mentally counted on who said yes and quickly dragged Keita to the kitchen that was thankfully a few steps away with a door to close behind themselves.

“Yoshida-San! You have to be careful!” Kobayashi shook her head, getting the coffees ready.

Keita was honestly shocked. “You don’t care…?”

“Why would I? What you do in your bedroom is none of my concern.” She said matter-of-factly, getting a cart ready to carry the drinks back.

Keita simply hummed. Honestly, he wasn’t expecting her to be so nice. His mother kept telling him to be careful who he told and that the wrong person could ruin his entire life.

And yet, this lady was so nice.

“Oh but, why did you ask if I’m free tonight?”

“Ah, a few people want to treat Furukawa-San to a couple of beers! Y’know, since it’s his first week here.” Kobayashi said, grabbing a couple of snacks to bring as well.

Keita hummed. “Is he new?”

“Yes, he transferred from another department. He’s a handsome man, right? I was shocked that he was almost forty.”

“Forty?!”

“Shush! He might hear!”

Keita nodded, covering his mouth as she finished up the coffees.

“So, are you free for tonight then?”

“Ah, yes. I’ll come.” Keita said.

“Let’s go back now.” Kobayashi said, letting Keita push the cart. Just as she was about to open the door, she stopped for a moment. “Yoshida-San,”

“Eh?”

“Try to mask your looks better. You were looking at Furukawa-San as if he was a piece of meat.”

Keita wanted to huddle into a ball and cry in the corner.

シ

“Furukawa-San! Are you okay with a couple of beers tonight? It’s Saturday tomorrow!” One coworker said as they all began to pack up for the night.

Furukawa looked a bit hesitant but smiled, “ah, just this once,” he began to pack up as well.

Kobayashi smirked at Keita, a wink thrown his way. Keita could feel himself blush. He honestly felt like a high school student again who wanted to confess to their senpai.

The restaurant they were at was thankfully mostly empty. Keita was mainly silent the entire time. Everyone paid most attention to Furukawa, asking him what he did before or if he was married.

Keita was lucky enough to be sitting across from Furukawa at the table. He rested his chin in his hand as he simply watched as Furukawa dodged any question that he deemed too personal.

Much to Keita’s stupidity, he didn’t notice how Furukawa got more flustered whenever he could feel Keita’s eyes on him.

Kobayashi simply sighed to herself. A bunch of stupid gays.

It was getting close to midnight when Furukawa was most obviously wasted. A giggle left his lips, earning a squeal from a few of the women.

“Ok! Everyone is ready to go? What train are you guys taking?” Kobayashi asked.

The others began to make plans with who they’ll walk with if they were taking the same train. And in some weird sense of twisted fate, Keita and Kobayashi was taking the same train as Furukawa.

“Ah, then you guys can get him home safe?” Nakamura said, quickly getting up.

Keita was ready to refuse but Kobayashi answered for him. “Yes! Let’s go before the last train is gone!”

Kobayashi and Keita had to basically drag Furukawa to the train station. Furukawa was a giggling mess, talking about how they should use his first name.

Kobayashi began to do so just to humor him. “(Name)-San, will you be okay with Keita-Kun taking you home?”

“Eh?”

“Keita?” Oh god his name sounded good from his mouth. “Hm, Keita, take me home, Hm?” (Name) giggled, leaning more of his weight on Keita.

(Name) had to be around 5’7. His head met Keita’s lips directly. Oh, a perfect height for forehead kisses!!

He pushed the thought away. “You say hm a lot, Furukawa-San.”

“Yah!! I said call me (Name)!! (Name)!!” He whined, earning attention from a few people on the train station as they waited for the last train.

“We should all use first names! We got so close so quickly, right, Keita-Kun?” Momo grinned.

“Eh, yes…” Keita didn’t really believe that but if this was how he would finally make meaningful friends so be it.

“Alright, you can take him home then!” Momo said, letting go of (Name). Keita quickly held up (Name) staring at her in shock.

“Oi! You said you take this train!!”

“I do but I’m going to stay at a friend’s tonight. You enjoy (Name)-San! Use protection~!” She giggled, skipping away.

Keita wasn’t sure if he was happy or scared. Okay yeah he wanted (Name) but if he was supposed to just have to confidence for it Momo was certainly mistaken.

He was just going to get (Name) home and then go masturbate in his own home!

シ

Keita grunted as he plopped (Name) down on his bed, feeling himself tire out. He may have worked out but carrying a grown man around Shibuya was something he never wanted to do again.

(Name) was fast asleep, cuddling his pillow. His small home was pretty nice but it was just a spacious studio type. The living room, bedroom, and kitchen was basically the same room. Only a small bookcase acted as a separation of the rooms.

The living room was certainly bigger than Keita’s entire apartment though. He sighed to himself and decided to just sit down on the couch for a second before going home.

His own apartment complex was only thirty minutes away.

He moved a bit on the couch before hearing a crunching sound. Keita moved and saw what he was sitting on.

A porn mag.

And not just any porn mag. A gay porn mag.

He had a chance!!!

Keita got off the couch and pulled up the cushion, finding a mini collection of them. Who hides them underneath a couch? Surely there was other places?

There were also a few mangas in there. A few even that alpha and omega thing Keita heard about from online forums. Some manga had obvious bdsm influence.

Was Furukawa (Name) freaky..?

Hopefully!

Keita took one porn manga, the one that he knew (Name) would be the most embarrassed by. A manga about alpha and omega with animal ears.

He placed the cushion back and glanced over to make sure (Name) was still asleep. Keita decided to just check underneath the couch if there was anything else and he was right to check.

Keita pulled out a box and was shocked to find it was still open. In it was cross dressing material and handcuffs….

And a ball gag?!

Keita smirked. Oh he found the jack pot. He closed the box and decided he’ll take it with him.

A normal person wouldn’t take it and would’ve tried to forget all about it but Keita wasn’t normal. He wanted (Name) and if he had to do a few dirty tricks than so be it.

And with that, he went home.

シ

“Night!”

Almost everyone was gone after a long week of heavy duty work. Only Keita and (Name) were left. (Name) hadn’t mentioned anything about his informal speaking that last Friday and seemed to not even remember it.

“Good night, Yoshida-San. Don’t stay too late,” (Name) smiled, reaching over to grab his coat from the closet. Once he closed the door he flinched when Keita slammed his hand on it, effectively caging him.

“(Name).”

(Name) blinked, slowly turning around to stare at him in shock. Informal speech?! To a man that was his boss no less? He pursed his lips to reprimand Keita until his eyes widened in shock.

“Remember this?” Keita asked, holding a ball gag in front of him.

His ball gag.

“Where…”

“Doesn’t matter. I’m sure if anyone else saw this… saw that their sweet boss was a freak in private would surely be scandal, Hm?” Keita mocked, enjoying the scared look on (Name)’s face.

“What do you want?”

Keita smiled and reached over to push the gag into (Name)’s silent opened mouth, enjoying how easily he took it without fighting back.

“You.”

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Keita debut!! I’m delving into the more insane love interests… building up to my yandere character debut in the future!!!

If you got any ideas or anything you want to see for Keita, don’t be shy to request!

Tag: @the-ultimate-librarian I’m tagging you because you’re basically Keita’s number 1 fan lol

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sunny44 · 11 months

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Me or him?

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x best friend!reader

Warnings: couples fight, jelousy

Summary: Your boyfriend doesn’t like Pierre and ask you to choose between them.

Part 2

Pierre and I have been best friends since we were kids, our families have always been friends and our mothers had us at the same time and since then we have been inseparable.

When he started traveling for the races we drifted apart a bit because of him being away and when he joined Formula One I was going to college for photography and as soon as I graduated Pierre made sure to get me a job at Alphatauri as his photographer.

According to him it would be a great opportunity for me, I would be able to improve my photography skills and have the freedom to take pictures of different country’s and him.

So when he moved to Alpine he dragged me with him.

But there is one thing I never imagined is that working with Pierre would become so difficult sometimes.

My boyfriend Zach was not his biggest fan, according to him Pierre was in love with me and that made him jealous.

We had so many arguments about this and almost broke up a few times because he kept insisting on something that didn't exist.

"So, I heard that Zach is coming this weekend." Pierre says after finished putting on his shoes.

"Yes, I'm very excited it's been a month since we've seen each other.”

"And you thought it would be a good idea to bring him here?"

"And what's the problem?" I ask looking at him.

"Because he hates me."

"He doesn't hate you."

"Really? Every time you and I are together he looks at me with hatred."

"That's not true, he just thinks you're in love with me and can't get that stupid idea out of his head."

At that very moment he chokes on the water he was drinking.

"My God are you okay?" I give his back a few strokes.

"Yes, I just choked on the water.”

"Isn't that silly?” I said laughing “He seems to like to insist on these things just to cause intrigue and make us fight."

"Well he's not so wrong." He says quietly but I hear him.

"What are you talking about?"

"Are you serious that you never realized?"

"Realized what?"

"That I'm really in love with you? That I have been for years and you never realized it because you get too busy with that idiot."

"Don't call him an idiot."

"And he's what then? Look at the way he is with me."

"Maybe he wouldn't be that way with you if you weren't in love with me."

"Oh so it's my fault?"

"Yes it is."

"I'm sorry then if being in love with you is a problem and I'm sorry if I'm a problem in your life." He says angrily and walks out of the drivers room and slams the door.

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"Why are you in such a bad mood? I thought you'd be happy I was here."

"I am, I'm just not in the mood."

"What happened? Was it Pierre?"

"Actually it was." I sigh in frustration. "You were right when you said he's was love with me."

"What do you mean?"

"I told him what you thought and he confirmed it, and then we fought."

"I told you, I told you he liked you and that's why you have to stay away from him."

"I'm not going to stay away from him." At the same time Zach stopped walking and looked at me seriously.

"Really? Even after I've warned you a thousand times and even after he admitted it to your face you're still going to be friends with him?"

"Zach people just don't stop being friends with each other for these stupid reasons, him and I have been friends since we were born and that's not going to stop me from being friends with him."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes I am, what's your problem with him? He's never done anything to you."

"Yes he has, he gets in the middle of us."

"No he doesn't."

"Yes he does and you're just too dumb to notice." At this I say nothing. "I'm done."

"What do you mean with that?"

"Me or him?"

"What? Zach."

"Me or that stupid f1 driver."

"Him." At the same time he is shocked. "It's always going to be him."

Bonus scene!

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Pierre’s helmet for the weekend, we love the god of speed.

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stevie-petey · 3 months

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How about Steve and bug talking about what they think their future is gonna be like? When he comes and visits her at work and they just talk about random stuff. He just says something off handedly like " I hope my kids read like you do, I want them to be booksmart like you." " Do you wanna have kids?"

" oh yeah definitely I want six."

"Six?! I could probably only handle three, if my kids are anything like me they'll be leash kids I'm serious."

And it's just sweet, them talking about how they hope their life to be, not knowing that they're each other's future.

oooo YES !!!

enjoy <3

"how many kids would you want? ya know, assuming you actually do want kids in the future."

steves question causes you to drop the change youd been counting at the register. "im sorry, what?"

"kids?" he sees your bewilderment and frowns. "what, youve never thought about your future?"

"i mean, sure? but i havent given any thought about kids. im sixteen, steve."

"and im seventeen and know for a fact that i want my kids to be booksmart like you." steve responds, not even paying that much attention to you as he busies himself with a comic.

you stare at him in shock. god, steve harrington really does just say the most bizarre things so casually. hes thought about his kids? and about how he wants them to be like you?

sometimes, you really hate that he does this. because then he just leaves you there, always standing in shock, as he goes about his day as if this is all normal.

you take a deep breath and shake your head, you have a job to do. dimes and nickels need to be attended to. "can i ask what sparked this insane thought?"

steve holds up the comic hes reading. "see, these i like. but those books about war and peace? no thanks. but... i dont know. guess theyd be good for my kids, seeing as they made you so smart."

you laugh. "im not the genius you think i am. i still think spider-man is real."

"youre like, the top of your class. shush."

"so sassy for a man who daydreams about having kids." you tease, but something shifts behind steves eyes.

"it is weird, isnt it?" he ducks his head down. "sorry."

well, now you feel bad. sighing, you drop the change in your hand and walk over to steve. sure, its a bit weird, but also incredibly sweet that he already seems to know how he'll raise his kids in the future.

you sit next to him and pluck the comic out of his hands. "so, tell me. how many kids we talking?"

a smile returns to steves face. "definitely, like, six."

"six?" you choke on your spit. "and who is birthing these six fucking children?"

a pause, then a frown. "hm. ya know, i never thought about that."

"bless you," you pat steves knee and he laughs. "i think id like three or so. maybe more, but definitely at least three. i love having a sibling, and i love taking care of dustin and his friends. ive already got years of experience."

"three? weak. do better, y/n." steve pokes your side.

you slap his hand away. "hey, i know im a handful. so is dustin. with my luck, my children will be little mini dustins and that... is a very scary thought."

"im an only child-"

"shocking!"

"anyways, its lonely. so im having as many kids as i possibly can. itd be fun, and id take them out to play baseball and go to parks and build forts and-"

"read them bedtime stories so they become booksmart?"

steve snaps his fingers and smiles. "exactly! you get me, y/n."

you giggle. "i try."

and for the last hour of your shift, you and steve debate the hypotheticals of your futures. steve remains adamant that he becomes a housewife, and you declare that if even one of your kids turns out like dustin, then youre sending them to live with him.

its a good day.

#ask #anon #come home blurb #m's writing #m speaks #set in between seasons 1 and 2 #i love u steve and bug

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denaliwrites · 5 months

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Hellbent Looking For A Godsend

Cale Erendreich x GN!Reader

Catch and Release Prompt: "Nerve"

Summary: A certain someone is getting on a certain someone else's nerves.

Soundtrack: Nerve Damage by Lifehouse

Requests: Open!

Warnings: Why do you all want fuckin' Cale Erendreich to kill you so badly --

"Have I struck a nerve?"

Sometimes, you really hated how easy it was for Cale to dig deep under your skin; normally it wasn't a huge issue -- hell, more often than not it led to a good angry fuck, and who didn't love that?

Now, though, your reports were behind schedule and you had deadlines to meet and your nerves were generally frayed and fucked and frazzled and you just didn't have time for your boyfriend's ceaseless teasing.

"Cale, please, for the love of God --"

"Sorry, God's not here right now, but I'd be more than happy to take a message."

You wanted to slap him. Actually, you wanted to deck him. Fully punch his lights out. You wouldn't actually, of course, but you could daydream about it. If he'd stop fucking bothering you -- which he'd do if he was unconscious.

The idea was growing more tempting by the moment.

"Don't you have literally anything better to do right now?" you asked with an aggravated sigh, rubbing your temples to ease a budding headache. "Literally anything at all."

"Fucking all those pointless little worries out of that pretty little head of yours would be better than this."

Admittedly, he was right.

Unfortunately, you needed this job.

"That is not an option at the moment," you told him, shooting him a glance.

"Babe, you've been at this for hours. You have time to take a break."

"If I take a break, I am not going to spend it having sex."

He shrugged. "I could draw you a bath."

Fuck, that was even more tempting than sex.

No, stay strong.

"You can draw me a bath as a reward for a job well done once I finish these fucking reports," you said despondently.

"I could always throw your computer in the bath."

"I will fucking kill you," you growled, shooting him a glare.

Normally, Cale would take that as a threat, and a serious one at that, and punish you mercilessly for it. Now, though, all he did was smirk. "I'd like to see you try."

"Oh, I'll do more than try," you assured him, sticking your tongue out at him. "Fuck with my work and I'll fuck you up."

"Noted," he said with a chuckle, leaning in to press a kiss to your temple. "Your work is safe... for now."

He pulled away, retrieved a bottle of water and set it within your reach, then finally, finally wandered off to do... whatever it was he did when you were busy.

When you finally finished your reports, it was well past midnight. You expected Cale to have gone to bed, but instead, you found him reading a book in the living room.

And true to his word, he drew you a hot bath. You happily enjoyed the hot water, the good wine, and his expert massages.

The sex afterwards was pretty good, too.

#cale erendreich x reader #cale erendreich x you #bad samaritan fic #bad samaritan fanfiction #cale erendreich fic #cale erendreich fanfiction #david tennant #denali strikes again #catch and release prompt

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billthedrake · 1 year

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THE SALES GUY

Business travel is OK, until it's not.

Thunderstorms back east had cancelled one flight and seriously delayed another. Even with the time difference, it was almost 9 when we landed in Denver. At least Carson and I had status and were upgraded to business class. We were the first off the plane, rolling our business carry ons behind us through the airport, making our way toward the rental car area.

Carson Wells is one of the sales guys in our group. The dude's young, about 30, but he's good at his job and moreover has a crazy ambition. It's why he was paired with me on a prospect this big.

I'll be honest, I used to hate the folks in Sales. I felt like we did the work, and they cashed in their commission checks. And Carson was the very type who annoyed the crap out of me. Fratty, capable only of small talk, nice almost to the point of seeming fake. But times like this I was grateful I was paired with him: the guy didn't get stressed out about travel hiccups.

"I love Denver, man," he said in a tone that would sound chipper if it weren't such a masculine bro kind of voice. "Shame we don't have the time to go hiking or anything while we're out here."

For some reason, I was in the mood for Wells' small talk. "You into outdoor sports? I pictured you as more a country club guy," I teased.

"That too," Carson said as he flashed his smile. Pearly white teeth, fucking perfectly formed dimples, well trimmed blondish-brown beard. Yeah, one reason my defenses were down was because Carson Wells was stunningly cute and stunningly hot.

Down boy, I thought to myself. It's not like my dick was chubbing or anything, but I knew how to be a professional at work, and with colleagues. Even ones as hot as Carson. Besides, the dude was grade-A hetero.

Carson had reserved the car and we strutted right over to pick up the key. Of course, Carson went for an upgraded model. I thought of lecturing him about costs, but figured I'd let his manager deal with that headache. Besides, if we reeled this big fish in, no one would give a fuck how much Carson ran up on his business credit card this trip.

We were both tired from the long day and once we checked into the hotel it was time to go to our respective rooms and call it a night.

If you've seen one Marriott you've seen them all. At least this one had a good view of the mountains, though it would be morning before I'd have time to appreciate it. For now, I undressed and brushed my teeth and slipped into bed. I didn't even have my daily masturbation time, I was so tired.

***

The presentation the next day went well. Really well. Carson brought the dynamic sales pitch, and I brought the gravitas. Of course we didn't know what they'd decide yet, but you sometimes get a vibe from a prospect, and that vibe was positive.

Carson was getting it too. We stopped at a trendy restaurant near our hotel that was half steak house, half small plate kind of place. Carson joked it was the kind of place he'd take chicks to if he wanted to impress them. Honestly, I didn't care where we ate. I don't eat a lot on the day of a sales call, and now my appetite was catching up with me.

"I think this calls for the good stuff," Carson announced as he strutted up to the bar, me a couple paces behind. God, he was so sexy in that post-pitch mode, his 5'11" body filling out his trim-cut tailored suit just right, and those thick thighs leading up to an amazing ass...

"Best bourbon you have," he asked the bartender. Then, he flashed those dimples as he turned to me. "Oh I forgot, you gay guys don't drink bourbon, right?"

I rolled my eyes. "It sounds like you're scripting the next HR compliance video, Wells."

He chuckled. "Is that a yes or no, Boss?" I technically wasn't his boss, but I was an officer and somehow Boss had become his playful nickname for me.

"Sure," I said, adding that the prospect was ultimately gonna pay for this round.

"Damn straight," Carson grinned, his green eyes twinkling.

We sat the bar, sipping some pretty damn amazing whiskey. Carson had his legs spread, effortlessly manspreading. I didn't stare or scope him out or anything, but let's say I enjoyed the view.

Our conversation was all business as our food arrived, and even as we ordered another drink.

"Maybe grab another back at the hotel bar?" he asked as we nearly finished that round. It was getting dark out but still wasn't too late. "I'm in the mood to celebrate."

I nodded, signalling for the check. "Sounds good. Only we haven't won the client yet."

"We're gonna win 'em, Bill. You know it, too."

I shrugged. "Yeah," I conceded.

Carson laughed. "Didn't think you'd be so superstitious."

I nudged my leg against his. Hopefully more a buddy nudge than a flirty one, but the booze was loosening me up. "I'm surprised you're not, Wells."

We paid up and made our way back to the boring bar at our boring hotel. It felt great to unwind there. I knew Carson was eager to have more than one other drink, and I wouldn't mind getting a little tight myself. It had been a tough week.

"You're buying this time, Boss," he said. "Just don't order me some well-liquor shit."

I was tempted to get him a cheap domestic beer, just for being a smart ass, but ended up splurging on another top-shelf bourbon.

"Here's to the Dream Team," he toasted as we clinked our glasses. We were just about the only ones in the bar area, seated on one of the couches.

"You did great, man," I said.

He smiled again. Fuck, those pearly whites. "Man, that's probably the first time you've ever thrown me a compliment."

"No it isn't..." I objected. Now that I was in a managerial role, I knew it was my job to provide positive feedback to everyone on my team.

"For real," he said, with a smile that said he wasn't too upset. Or maybe Carson was just being his frat-boy nice. "You're kind of intense, Boss."

"Oh," I said. Not sure what to make of it. Though Carson wasn't the first person with that opinion of me.

He nodded. "I'm gonna say something that's not HR-approved... but you've mellowed out a lot since you broke up with Rob."

Rob was my ex-husband. I still couldn't tell if it ended amicably or bitterly. But it had been a big shift in my life. "It was a divorce," I corrected Carson.

"Yeah, divorce. Sorry. I know that was an asshole thing to say. It's just, well, you seem happier now. I hope you are, Bill."

Something about his sincerity, combined with the booze, had me opening up unexpectedly. "There's good and bad," I replied in a measured way. "But the freedom is nicer than I expected."

Carson nudged my knee with his, in what I would have guessed was a flirtation, and gave ne a "you dog" kind of look. "I bet," he smirked. Then he got an impish look on his cute face. "Maybe I shouldn't admit this to you, man, but I sometimes have fun with guys."

I gulped. This was major HR-inappropriate territory. "Is that right?" I asked with my best poker face.

The man nodded. The sexual part of my brain was just thinking how incredibly fuckable my coworker was. His voice made him even hotter, I thought. "Not the whole nine yards like you gay guys, but yeah..."

"How do you know what I do in bed?" I had to tease.

He laughed and shrugeed. Again, flashing that killer smile. "You got me there, Boss. Guess I shouldn't make assumptions." We paused and, fuck, our eyes met, like really met. I wasn't imagining it: Carson Wells was fucking flirting with me. "Can I trust you with this, man?" he asked.

I gave some motion of my hand that was some combo of crossing my heart and scout's honor.

He bit his lip nervously, playfully, and then lowered his voice to almost a whisper. "Um, yeah, I'm into sucking a guy's dick." He blushed as he said it, but I had to be impressed by how forthright he was. It was the last thing I expected from Carson's mouth. His nervousness carried him on. "I mean, just the feel of a hard cock in my mouth.... it's wild, kind of a taboo you know for a guy like me."

"I can imagine," I said. Not wanting to either encourage or discourage Carson. My dick was getting rock hard in my suit. And there was no way it was going down soon.

"Yeah," Carson beamed, glad I wasn't judging him or giving him any flak for his bi streak. "I mean it's crazy, I don't even need my dick sucked or anything, just that act is enough to get me going, you know?"

I nodded but replied. "Not exactly, Carson. I guess I'm more a receiving is better than giving kind of guy," I joked.

"Did Rob do that for you?" he asked.

This was definitely inappropriate conversation. But fuck it. "That and more," I replied. "Rob was a big ol' bottom."

"Hot," Carson said. There was something weird about our dynamic now. Buddy-buddy, but also like lusty. Carson took a sip of bourbon, but he was nearing the bottom of his glass. "Another round, Boss?"

I held mine up and swirled the last half centimeter of brown liquid in the rocks glass. "I shouldn't, man." I was already pretty buzzed.

"Come on," he urged. "We're the fucking Dream Team."

I caved and nodded. If my boner was riding a good ridge in my trousers it downright throbbed watching Carson's hot suited body get up and strut over to the bar. I needed to find some self control, in case Wells was actually gonna proposition me. Maybe he just wanted someone to talk to about his bi side. Or maybe he liked teasing me as an ego boost.

He was all smiles when he came back with two more drinks. We clinked glasses and had our first sips. "To a killer day," he smirked.

"Yep," I said. I wasn't drunk at least. But I was starting to feel really nice.

He looked around. I thought he was just idly checking out our environment, but I realized he was seeing if the coast was clear. His eyes flitted back to my crotch.

"You look like you're packing a lot down there, Boss," he said. That sexual edge somehow changing his frat-bro voice.

"Sorry," I muttered. Trying to cross my legs.

"Don't hide it, man," he urged. "No one can see it from a distance, not in those pants."

I blushed as I spread my legs again, manspreading as I faced this hunky sales guy. This was so wild and wrong, but my dick was rock hard.

"Nice boner, Boss," he smirked.

"Thanks," I said. Maybe I thought if I limited my words there'd be less cause to get me fired.

"How big is it?" he asked.

"How big?" I chuckled. Wells was the last dude I imagined to be asking me for my dick size. "7 and a half," I replied. "I've not measured the width."

"It's pretty thick," Carson put out there, his eyes back on my boner. "But not too fat to suck."

"Jesus," I exhaled.

Carson's green eyes twinkled. "Am I getting you worked up, Boss?" Jesus, he loved flirting all right.

"You know you are, damnit."

"This is just between us, right?" he clarified.

"It better be," I hissed. "Not how I expected this trip to go..."

"You upset?" he felt me out.

"Depends on if I'm thinking with my brain or my dick," I answered honestly.

That made Carson smile. "How bout your dick?"

"My dick wants to get sucked," I said bluntly.

Carson nodded, almost serious, maybe the reality was making him less chipper. "Let's do this, Bill," he grunted and tossed back of the liquor, like he was building up courage.

I didn't do mine like a frat boy shot, but sipped a good amount of the remainder and set the glass down before standing up, just hoping my erection wasn't too obvious.

I couldn't believe this was actually gonna happen. Carson didn't seem to believe it either. We rode the elevator silently, almost scared to look at one another. Then he followed me to my room.

My heart pounded, because I didn't know how this was actually going to go down. I didn't want anything messy with my coworker - hell, I'd probably be the senior investment guy brought in for half of Wells's prospects - but it was probably too late for that.

I tried to think of how this would go down. For a half minute, a part deep in my brain wanted to put a stop to this. But as I walked to where our rooms were, adjacent to one another, I stopped at mine and Carson looked at me with a look of horny expectation behind his straight-bro smile. I tapped the key card and ushered him inside.

The thing that helped my conscience somehow was that Wells didn't kiss me or make any move to make out with me. Like he'd had some practice he crouched in front of me, looking incredible in his slim-cut suit and gym-toned build, wasting no time reaching forward ot unbuckle my nelt. This wasn't gonna be a messy office place romance, this was just going to be a blowjob. As no-strings as they get.

"Fuck!" I hissed as the zipper came down and Carson tugged my boxer briefs below my hard prick. My dick jerked to attention, harder than I recall it ever being. This felt naughty and sexual in a way that half made me glad to be a divorced man.

"You sold yourself short, Boss," Carson teased as he ran his finger up and down my bone. "You got an amazing cock."

And like that, the sales guy was taking me into his mouth.

This wasn't Carson's first dick. It wasn't his fifth. The dude wasn't lying, he loved sucking cock, and it was clear he'd had some practice. I just stood there, hands on my hips and let him do his stuff. I got off on the mind-fuck of co-worker sex and the straight-dude fantasy come to life. I mean, Carson Wells clearly wasn't 100% straight but he was as close as I'd get to having a hetero guy blow me.

And the fact he loved this, really loved this, meant I was getting quality head. Regular, half-suction mouth strokes up and down about four or five inches of my cock, with increasing base.

"It's not gonna take me long," I warned him. If it hadn't been for the bourbon I would have nutted already. Wells was that good.

He was going for it now, kind of twisting the base of my cock with his fist as he bobbed more frantically. I placed my hand on the top of his skull, and that got an excited, deep moan from the guy. I started small thrusts timed with his sucking. Nothing too intense, I'm not an asshole. But I was getting real close, and my excitement was pushing me over that finish line.

"Oh shit! Oh fuck!" I hissed, trying not to be too loud. My cum was incredible. Maybe because Carson did this sucking thing all through my ejaculation that just added to the pleasure. My knees buckled a little.

I was finally was spent, and Carson gave one final lick at the tip before pulling back. "That was hot, Boss," he hissed, mouth full of cum and saliva.

"Damn... it was, man." I looked down. "Need me to get you off?" Once I cum I'm usually out of sex mode. But I know how to take care of a guy's needs.

He shook his head as he stood up. For real, Carson had a hardon riding up his suit pants. Not as big as mine but showing a good tent. "Nah, I'm good... I'm gonna go back to my room now, if that's OK."

It wasn't awkward as it seemed for some reason. Maybe because my swimmers were in Carson's belly now. "Yeah, that's fine... if you're sure." I felt a little guilty for the no-recip thing. But not too guilty, I suppose.

He flashed a grin. "Yeah, I'm sure. See ya bright and early tomorrow?"

"Yeah," I nodded, tucking back in and pulling up my trousers. "Have a good night, Wells. And thanks again." I was tipsy but maybe sobering up some now.

"My pleasure, Boss," he said. He paused and looked at me, and God I half expected a kiss to come right then. But he patted my arm and then walked past to the door. And left me in my room.

"Fuck!" I growled, and had to laugh at how crazy it was I just let that happen. I knew I'd made a terrible mistake, but Carson seemed game to make it with me. And I knew if I had that chance, I'd make it again.

#drakestories

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sukunasbabymama · 1 year

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So, adding to this,

MMA!Terano who the media hates to love because, in his area? he’s the best, he gives the most chaotic fights, he’s the best at getting under his opponent’s skin, and he still fills the title of the unparalleled. A total beast.

What he doesn’t do is give a good image outside of that, he does not give good interviews, he doesn’t go to shows or awards unless he knows beforehand he’s winning and even then he just goes, takes his awards and get the hell out of there. His reputation among women is a 50/50, why’s that? They adore him physically, he gives them the type of sex that has them shaking and crying and throwing ‘i love you’ into the air, but psychologically? They hate his ass, he goes and put them in all kind of positions and say such nasty things just to then look at them in the face and tell them he can’t do relationships right now, what the hell is right now anyways?

And so, the world has this love-hate relationship with the man, and sometimes is good for deals but other times his manager has to make so much calls and do so much shit just to get him out of trouble, so that’s when you come into the scene. His manager calls you one time to catch up and after two beers he can’t stop whining about his star and how he acts like a kid even though they’re are like three years apart.

“Right, want me to help ya’ with that?” You chuckle and roll your eyes when his eyes shine.

“You know damn right i want too, god yes.” He claps. “Come work for us, his personal secretary quit last week anyway because she fell.”

“Of a stairs?”

“In love.”

“Oh.”

“Yes, oh,” He laughs. “C’mon, the salary is good, and you’re already in a good position, you have your own business so it’s just for the laughs.”

And so, a couple days later when Terano is waiting for him so they can take a private jet because he will be participating in a small fight, something promotional or whatever they say he don’t care, and that’s the first time he sees you.

And he’s delighted.

Not only you are wearing a long sundress that leaves nothing to his imagination, but the way you’re walking as if you’re the owner of the whole airport has him already calculating how he’s gonna have you under him.

“Good morning.” You say, not too cold, but not in the flirty tone he’s used to either.

“Good morning, pretty,” He murmurs, making sure you see him checking you out. If you see it you don’t say it.

“Great, this is a good friend of mine and your new secretary,” His manager says, Terano raises his eyebrows with a smirk and his manager roll his eyes. “We were roommates when we were in college and we’re still in contact today. She’s not in this line of work but she’s really good for the job anyways so she will be helping us from now on.”

“Excellent.” He whispers.

“And, Terano?”

“Yes?”

“She’s not one of your models, don’t mess with her unless you fix your shitty commitment issues.” His manager says, you put your hand over your mouth to hide the smile that was coming while the fighter just tsk in annoyance, turning around and getting inside the plane.

—

“Fucking hell, I don’t feel like talking,” Terano murmurs to himself behind you when you’re getting ready to get out of the airport and see all the paparazzi outside, waiting for him.

“You don’t?” You ask and he looks at you, this is the first time in the whole flight that you have talked to him.

“They gonna ask a bunch of questions about the girl they saw me last week on a yacht,” he looks at you briefly but you’re not looking at him, just at the bunch of people on the other side of the transparent doors.

Suddenly, you walk past him a little fast and get in front of all the people, with him behind you a little confused.

“Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, I know y’all have a lot of questions for my fighter but right now is not the time, I don’t care if you need his answers to get paid or whatever, he’s not talking righ—,” You started saying and Terano’s blood starts to boil when you get interrupted.

“We need him to answer some questions, who the fuck are you?—,”

“I’m his secretary, who the fuck are YOU?” You said in such a tone that the fuss around starts decreasing.

“Such an unprofessional—,”

“Yes, I think so too, what a bunch of unprofessional individuals that don’t even know what personal space is, right?” You interrupt another man. By this time, Terano is internally dancing at the scene happening in front of him.

“We just want him to talk about his little getaway—,”

“Are you a virgin?” You suddenly ask, your frown making you look like you are focused.

“Wha—,”

“I’m asking, are you a virgin? Perhaps you have never seen two people liking each other and wanting to get to know each other?” Your look sad now and this makes Terano laugh. “Right, enough.”

The paparazzis are so focused on calling you an unprofessional that you can actually get inside the minivan that’s waiting.

“You’re such a smart mouth, I didn’t even need to talk,” You friend says and you laugh. “That reminds me to when you used to go one on one with the class’s representative.”

“Oh, please, she was insufferable, it was the least that I could do,” You chuckle.

“Marry me,” Terano says suddenly and everybody looks at him like he just grew another head.

“W-What?”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Terano, but I don’t engage with kids,” You say softly and his eye twitch in annoyance, he sighs trying to calm himself when everybody starts to laugh.

“You’re just like two or three years older,” He grunts and you smile, but this time, it’s looks like you’re mocking him.

“Like I said, no kids.” You wink at him. “I’m not talking about no age.”

“Ohh…” His manager says laughing and Terano grunts again, embarrassed as hell.

“We’ll see about that.” He tells you.

You snort.

“Yes we will.”

This is so bad I’m so sorry guys I just been thinking about this every now and then and I just know Terano wants to shake reader so bad bc of her smart mouth lmaoooo

#tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers x reader #terano south #south terano #terano south x reader #terano #terano x reader #tokyo revengers terano #terano minami #tokyo revengers south

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I Hate Christmas, Peter Parker {Part 2}

Peter Parker x f!Reader

It’s simple: You don’t see what the big fuss is all about surrounding Christmas, but Peter Parker thinks that this is unacceptable and puts you through step two of a multiple step list to make you fall in love with the holiday.

{Read Part 1}

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 1.2k

Author's Note: Not well edited will fix soon; Another Christmas song suggestion, a personal fave

That stupid little elf that greeted you as you left your apartment every morning was a reminder that Peter’s little list was far from being over. That stupid little elf, with it’s stupid little plastic face, creepy smile and knowing eyes.

“It’s an elf on the shelf, kids love them!” Peter said when he placed it on the way out of your apartment after the two of you spent way too many hours decorating your place. You hated to admit it, but you actually had fun. But the elf on the shelf was not the cherry on top that Peter was so keen on it being.

“You’re telling me that children actually enjoy the idea of some vile creature constantly watching them?” you responded.

Anyway, you were dreading whatever was next, it was the second week of December and there wasn’t any movement from Peter’s end. Granted he was pretty busy with his second life, dealing with a group of baddies that decided that this time of year was the perfect time for a group project of evil–Peter’s words, not yours.

You were admittedly gutted, Christmas was far from being your favorite holiday, but at least it gave Peter an excuse to annoy you more than often, and more Peter was always better. But you knew and understood everything that came with Peter’s other job.

It was late now, soft snow was falling from the night sky. Anywhere else that would be magically and beautiful, the very definition of a White Christmas. But all you could imagine was the aftermath that came when it snowed in the city. Train delays, black ice, yellow snow, and that god awful gray snow that somehow, not matter how careful you were, your foot always found itself in. It wasn’t Christmas fault of course, annoying snow could come at any time over the winter (and sometimes Spring) season, but the damn thing was always linked to the holiday.

You were loss in your work, trying to catch up on some documents before the holidays caused everyone to not check their emails until the new year. You were snuggled up in some pajamas pants that once had a matching top and a raglan t-shirt from the men’s section. As you are sip from your hot chocolate, you don’t even notice the subtle tapping coming from your window. Alone on your couch, you just chuck up the sound to some apartment ambience. It isn’t until the tapping become more preseinset that you notice it.

“Oh gosh, sorry,” You say to Peter as you open the window, reaching for a hoodie as the brisk winter air rushes in. Peter just sits on your windowsill, pulling his Spider-Man mask off. Your little apartment was tucked in a strange corner of the city, one where most of your windows were facing a wall, some Peter never really feared that someone was watching the two of you.

“Good thing I wasn’t bleeding out.” Peter just swings his legs in, not fully coming into the apartment.

“Not this time at least” You respond, “So what’s up? Can you stay?” You gesture to the Spider-Man costume.

“Oh yeah, the city’s quiet tonight,” He glimpses at the city behind him before returning this attention back to you. “I was actually here because of…the list”

You roll your eyes. “Really, and what could possibly be on the list that involves Spider-Man?”

“The Tree.”

You try to stifle a groan, he was talking about the Rockefeller Christmas Tree, the one Christmas tree that all sane native born New Yorkers knew to avoid like the plague around this time. Yes, yes, it was very pretty with its gigantic size, thousands of lights, and of course that enormous Swarovski star on the top. The tree was nice to view on TV during the tree lighting ceremony and through other people’s social media, but actually being there, in the thick of it, was terrible. The crowds, the cold, the totally unoriginal photo ideas. “Peter–”

“Now listen here Debbie Downer,” You make a face at Peter, who puts his hands up in surrender. “If we go now I bet you it will be a fun time.”

The two of you just stare at one another, “Fine, I’ll get my coat.”

About fifteen minutes later, Peter has the two of you swinging through the snow and cold, both whipping past your face and ears, causing a slight stinging sensation. The damn coat, hat and scarf did nothing to cut down on the weather’s feeling.

Since the two of you started dating and some time after Peter told you the truth of him being Spider-Man, you had your fair share of swinging through the city moments. It didn’t mean that you were used to the feeling of constantly falling through the sky to only be pulled forward. Oh c’mon this is slow Peter once said.

Thankfully the journey wasn’t as long as Peter quickly lands the two of you on a rooftop across the street from the Tree. “See, not too bad?” Peter says.

“Sure, sure, sure, sure.” You answer back, sitting at the edge of the building, feet dangling over the side, it takes Peter a few moments before he sits next to you.

Now without a mask and spotting a brown bag, Peter sits next to you, nudging his shoulder into yours, you can’t help but smile as you pull out a Christmas tree shaped donut out the bag.

As you bite into the somehow still warm pastry, glancing at the tree and all it sparking glory before looking at Peter. “Two Christmas trees on the list Parker?”

“Well, this wasn’t originally the plan ok,” Peter scoffs as he bites into a Santa shaped donut. “It was going to be a whole day, with ice skating, tree viewing–”

“I’m just joking,”You lightly punch him on the arm, taking another bite from the donut. “I actually quite like this, just the two of us, here, looking at the tree. You get to like, actually enjoy looking at it without getting in any one’s way. “

“That’s true, just the two of us up here…how many people can say they saw the tree like this?”

“Well, probably everyone that lives in this building?” You both laugh as the two of you finish the donuts. You lean over and kiss Peter, savoring the sweetness from his lips. You can’t help but lick your lips staring at him as you do so. “Just so you know, I really appreciate this.”

“I know,” Peter’s eyes glance downwards towards your lips. “Does this mean you're starting to love Christmas now?”

“Hell no, but I can think of a few ideas that might change my mind.” You lean in, hands resting on his chest, pecking at his lips again.

“Not yet,” He moves just slightly away from you, “But I promise the next one will be worth it.”

Before the two of you kiss again, the lights on the tree go off, you stare a little loss at one another. “Peter?”

“No Spidey-Sense, nothing’s wrong.”

You pull out your phone and check the time—midnight “Guess it's much later than I thought it was.”

“God, same, I’m so tired.” Peter lets his head fall on your chest, you hold him in your arms.

“Come back to my place Spider-boy,” You gently run your fingers through his hair. “You’re freezing and I have a hot chocolate with your name on it. “

“Sounds good to me,” Peter looks up. “But only if we can watch a Christmas movie.”

“Of course.” You say with just a hint sarcasm

Sorry for the late upload and the short length just not in the right head space right now, but I'll live. try to get something up on Wed but no promises in case I forget. But stay with me pls!

Anyway, to lighten things up, what Christmas movie do you think Peter would pick?

#peter parker fluff #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #peter parker #peter parker x you #christmas fic #christmas fanfic #spider man fluff #spider-man fluff #spider-man fic #spiderman fic #spider man fic #spiderman fluff #christmas spider-man

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Love During Robot Fighting Time: Chapter 14

Hello, lovelies! Hope y'all are doing well :)

Don't forget you can read three chapters ahead on this story, twenty chapters ahead on "A Dream of Summer Rain", and two chapters ahead on "Magical Girl Exorcist Squad", by becoming a paid subscriber on my Substack or my Patreon!

***

Zeke

12 months earlier

I squatted in the Pits, putting the finishing touches on our minibot, Gurren, in preparation for our fight with Team Bottle Rocket in twenty minutes. I was so zoned in on getting all the screws extra tight that I almost missed my phone blaring out a Kendrick Lamar song. I groaned when I saw the caller ID. “Hi, Mom,” I said, attempting to keep the stress and frustration out of my voice. It was better to get whatever ‘conversation’ this was out of the way now- if I tried to put it off and ignore her, she’d just be even more cantankerous about it when we actually got around to it.

“Hellllo, Ezeekielll,” she slurred, her words blending together at the borders of the syllables. Oh, good. “How are you this evening?”

“Uh, a little busy to be honest, Mom,” I said.

“Busy? Busy with what? It’s not like you have a job.”

I breathed in a sharp sigh through my nose. “I do have a job, Mom. It’s just seasonal.”

“Those obnoxious shows you go on don’t count as a-”

“Mom, was there a specific reason you called?” I asked, focusing on keeping the screws tight. “Like I said, I’m a little busy.”

“Too busy to talk to your dear ol’ mum,” she said, her accent starting to slip out. She’d been training herself not to have one ever since she’d moved to the States back when she was a teenager, but sometimes it still flared up. Usually when she’d indulged in one too many Screwdrivers. “That’s a problem, you know- you’ll never get a girlfriend if you hate your own mother.”

“I don’t hate you, Mom,” I said monotone.

“Love the exact phrasing there, Ezekiel. Very gentlemanly.”

The screwdriver, my screwdriver, a literal one, slipped out of my hands. And as I reached down for it, I noticed my breathing- sharp, fast, all inhale and holding my breath, only exhaling when I absolutely needed to. “Thank you, Mother, I try.”

“Don’t you get sarcastic with me, young man- that’s hardly a trait that will do you any favors with the ladies either.”

I reached for the screwdriver on the ground, but my hand trembled when I tried to grip it. It slipped out of my grasp and hit the floor once again. “Look, Mom, my match starts in a few minutes, I really need to finish these repairs on Dai Guren-”

“Oh God, I forgot you gave that stupid thing a name. How asinine.”

Cold, soggy shame dripped off of me, and I let myself inhale and exhale through my mouth.

And of course she kept going: “And that’s another thing- why is it just you doing this? Don’t you have teammates for this nonsense? They don’t appreciate you. If they did, they wouldn’t force you to do all the work-”

“They don’t force me to do all the work, Mom!” I snapped. “And I’m doing these repairs because I’m good at them. They had to go handle other stuff for the match. It’s not actually that complicated, but you refuse to understand!”

A few moments of deafening silence poured out from the other end of the line. “This is clearly not going to be a productive conversation. I think I’m done with you for the evening. I’ll call you back when you’re in a more reasonable headspace.”

“Mom-”

She ended the call before I could get another word out.

It wasn’t quiet in the pits- people were using saws to carve up metal, flames were welding parts together, drills were digging into machinery. All the high-pitched screeches coalesced into a singular plaintive wail.

A tear fell off my chin and shattered on the ground. I tore off my work gloves and wiped my eyes, hoping nobody would see me. I wasn’t much of a crier. No reason to ruin that reputation now, when I had other things to focus on. The bot was ready for the fight, and that was what I had to focus on, not the hollow pit in my chest rapidly filling with anger and resentment and freaking exhaustion-

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

My fingers parted across my visage. I hadn’t even realized my face was buried in my hands. I looked through the gaps to find Calloway there, standing across the narrow middle walkway that ran down the white room. He was standing there in jeans and a black hoodie drawn up over his head, but he pulled it back and shaked out his shaggy brown hair. His eyes always looked… Harsh, angry, aggressive. But not now, not at this moment. Now they looked… Softer. Concerned. And… Genuine, in their concern. I’d gotten pretty good at spotting the difference between genuine concern and artificial; having parents like mine forces you to learn as fast as possible. But right now, here, he…

“I… Just a difficult phone call with my mom,” I said, pulling my hands away from my face entirely, directing my gaze at the floor.

Calloway stepped forward and gave me a hug. I flinched- the guy really had no sense of personal space, but honestly… I needed it, then, so I hugged him back. “Thanks.”

“Of course.”

I mumbled, “I guess I just…”

“What?” Calloway asked.

“It’s nothing, it’s…”

“What?” Calloway said, pulling out of the hug and looking me directly in the face, furrowing his brow.

“I’m… Just surprised that you care,” I said.

He gulped and took a step backward, along with a slight bite to his lower lip that ended as soon as it began. “I, uh… Yeah, yeah that’s fair.”

“I didn’t mean-”

“No, you did,” he said, turning his head so he didn’t have to look me in the eyes anymore. “It’s fine. Really, it is. I just… I really must come off like I’m a lot, all the time, huh?”

“I… What do you want me to say here, dude?” I said, taking a step towards him.

He took another step back. “Just the truth. Just… How you really feel.”

I drew in another deep breath. “Yes. You… You do.”

He gulped again. “That… That explains a buncha stuff. I kinda figured people knew I… But I guess they wouldn’t. Fair enough.”

“Look, Calloway-”

“Don’t worry about it,” he said with a playful wave of his hand, plastering a bogus smile onto his face. “Just means I sell the heel routine well. That’s not a bad thing. And this isn’t really about me- I was asking you what’s wrong. Um… Do you… Do you wanna talk about it?”

My phone alarm hollered inside my pants’ pocket. Ten minutes till the fight. They’d be starting the introductory monologues soon. “I dunno if I have time right now, but… I appreciate it. I really, sincerely do. Maybe… Maybe next time?”

“Next time I catch you crying, tough guy?” he said, the smile edging just a little closer to genuine.

I forced out a little chuckle. “Yeah, I guess so. For now… Can I just get another hug?”

He nodded rapidly. “Of course.”

Then he went in for it and wrapped his arms around my back. And it felt… Good. Supportive. Strong, but not aggressive.

Maybe there was more to Keith Calloway than I thought.

***

NOW

I sprayed some breath spray into my mouth while I paced up and down the hallway of my apartment, my hands wringing together as I tried to keep my mind clear and focused.

I liked Kate. That much was hard to deny. She was bright and funny and passionate, just radiated warmth and empathy, and I felt like I could let my guard down around her in a way I couldn’t around other people. Including Faith.

But I liked Faith. I had for a while now. She was chill and focused and creative, a freaking dancing ray of light that always brightened up my day, who I desperately wanted to protect and take care of.

And they were both incredibly pretty.

Dammit. Dammit dammit dammit what is wrong with me? Just like my jackass of a father, can’t keep it in my pants, can’t be happy with what I have, like a real man is supposed to.

But that didn’t matter. I was going on a date with Katie tonight. I was moving on from Faith, because that was the right thing to do, because she didn’t like me back, because she didn’t swing that way and just wasn’t physically attracted to me. And Kate… She made it really easy to want to move on, and she seemed to really want to be with me, for some unfathomable reason. Holding her in my arms made me feel like the strongest person in the world; the way she’d just slid up to me and put herself there like it was the most natural fit possible… It felt really good. I felt really good around her.

My phone buzzed, and I saw from the caller ID that it was my mom.

My finger loomed over the ‘accept call’ button for a solid minute before the phone simply stopped ringing altogether. Then it immediately started ringing again, because my mom was physically incapable of taking no for an answer.

A spark of anger caught in my chest, burning my insides and sending proverbial smoke out of my ears. Goddammit, I was twenty-three years old, financially self-sufficient, and living in my own place. She did NOT get to keep pulling this crap. She hadn’t reached out to me in months and now, when I had something legitimately important to do, she decided it was the perfect time to interrupt. Couldn’t even be bothered to text first, asking if now was a good time.

I thought about a year ago, and the mess I’d become when my mom called before that match, and Kate, back before I’d known she was Kate, before she’d known she was Kate, before she and I could even call ourselves friends, let alone whatever we were now, had held me and comforted me. Didn’t have to be asked, just offered and did her best to make good on that offer. That was when it had started to dawn on me that underneath it all, she really was a kind person with a big heart.

It was also when it really started to dawn on me that my mom was an absolute bitch. Maybe she wasn’t as unbearable as my dad, but it would be a truly Herculean feat to be anywhere near as unpleasant as that selfish asshole.

I hit ‘ignore.’

I breathed out, slowly and carefully, leaning against the wall. I was emphatically not going to cry right now, because I didn’t want Kate to feel like she had to take care of me tonight. I wanted to take care of her, to show her that yes, she really was the cute, sweet, wonderful girl she was trying to be.

The tumblers of our lock shifted as the front door opened. Faith stepped through, a sad smile on her face. “Heyo,” she said. “Your hot date is downstairs waiting for you. Show her a good time tonight, yeah?”

“Of course,” I nodded, double checking my pockets to make sure I had my phone and wallet. Good to go. “You gonna be okay by yourself tonight?”

She gave an errant wave of her hand and said, “Yeah, I’ll be fine. I can get caught up on my soaps.”

“You watch soap operas?” I said, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, old ones from the 1960s, mostly,” she said. “They’re really funny when you’re stoned.”

“Fair enough,” I said. I gave her a quick hug, which she happily accepted. “Don’t wait up for me!”

“Will do!” she said as I made my way out the door.

I headed down the stairs and out front, where Kate’s pickup truck sat in the thin driveway that led into the parking garage below my building. I did a double-take when I saw her, leaning against the front of her truck. She wore a red dress that covered her chest wholesale, but beneath, what looked like boobs protruded from the dress in question. Falsies, presumably- Faith must have loaned her old ones out. Still, it couldn’t be denied that they looked real good on Kate, bringing the whole look together. Her dress had a slit going up the side, showing off her long, smooth legs well up her thick thighs. Bright red lipstick was painted across her mouth, and my whole body was screaming at me to cup her face in my hands and shove my tongue down her throat. So, of course, in my infinite intelligence and articulation, all I managed to choke out was, “Whoa.”

She smiled the kind of smile you want to protect with every fiber of your being. “Like what you see?” Her voice was high and breathy, each syllable enunciated slowly and carefully. She’d only been out for a few days and she’d already come so far. It was astonishing. It was… She was…

“Absolutely beautiful,” I said, unable to blink.

Her jaw dropped, and she stared at me.

Then a car pulled up behind her and honked at us- I recognized one of my neighbors behind the wheel, an older, heavyset woman named Nina.

“C’mon, let’s get going,” Kate said. She gestured me into the truck and then we pulled out of the driveway. “So, where are we going?” she asked.

“Uh, Indian place on Lincoln Boulevard. It’s over by my old college,” I said, trying not to stare at her too much and venture into the dubious territory of ‘creepy weirdo.’

“Sounds good, I love Indian food,” she smiled again.

Kiss her, you idiot, my brain hollered. Wait, no, she’s driving. Bad idea. But kiss her before the end of the night! “How’d the appointment go?”

“Fantastic! I’ll be able to start hormones hopefully by the end of the week!”

“That’s fantastic!” I said. “How’d the other one go?”

She spat out a petulant sigh. “Less good. My sponsor is…”

“Is?”

“Let’s be charitable and go with ‘pragmatic,’” she said, her voice dropping low. She grunted with frustration and her eyes peeled wide as she heard her own words.

“Hey, it’s okay,” I said, trying my best to sound reassuring. “I don’t mind if you use your… Other voice.” I managed to stop myself from saying ‘boy voice’ or ‘normal voice.’ Thank God.

“Thank you,” she said softly. “It’s… It’s not that I don’t want you to hear it, it’s that I don’t like hearing it.”

“That’s fair,” I said.

“But yeah, if I want to keep Gaines as my sponsor, I may or may not have to lean into this whole trans thing as part of my ‘brand.’ Ugh, I hate that word. Gag me.”

“Is that a request?” I smirked.

She blushed redder than the Red Comet. “What if it is?”

“Then I’d be happy to accommodate.” What the hell, when did I get this bold?! It must have been my dick talking for me. Made sense- I’d spent… Several years not listening to it. How long had it been since I’d last had sex, anyway? Two years? Three?

Getting ahead of yourself, Underhill. “Do you think you’re gonna stick with Gaines?” I asked.

“Don’t see what choice I have,” she replied as she turned onto Lincoln and started driving west. “I don’t exactly have the capital to self-fund. How do you and Faith raise money, anyway?”

“Uh, a couple ways. Grant from our old college, a loan from Faith’s parents, and the money she and I raise doing temporary engineering jobs during the off-season. Usually like…, four, five months full time work with one of the aerospace companies in the city, then we spend the rest of the year working on the fun stuff.”

“I should probably look into something like that,” Kate said. “I don’t dislike working for my parents, but I’m never gonna make the kind of money I need to keep going in the ‘bot battle circuit working twenty hours a week at an indie retail outlet.”

“I have some contacts at a few places that I can send your way,” I offered. “Might be able to help you get a foot in the door, do some interviews.”

“That… Would be amazing,” she beamed. “You’d really do that for me?”

“‘Course I would,” I said. I want you to keep smiling that smile. “I just… Want you to be happy.”

“Thanks,” she said. “For… Everything.”

“No problem, Katie,” I said.

She giggled. God, her laugh was adorable. So, I said that out loud.

“What are you talking about?” she asked.

“You have a cute laugh,” I said simply.

“It’s not cute… I’m not…”

“If you’re about to say you’re not cute, just know that there’s nothing cuter than a cute girl insisting she’s not cute.”

“... Dammit. You’re right.”

“Gotcha,” I said, snapping my fingers.

We carried on like that until we got to the restaurant, where, to my astonishment, we were seated immediately. I ordered a lamb vindaloo with a side of garlic naan, and she ordered butter chicken with onion naan. We split an order of vegetable samosas as well, and we were seated by the window looking out into the street. A pair of candles sat between us on our glass table, casting a bit of glow in the darkened dining area.

“So, you went to that school over there, then?” Kate asked. “LMU?”

“Yeah, all four years.”

“How’d you wind up there?” she asked.

“Uh, well, I applied to UCLA and didn’t get in,” I said with a self-deprecating laugh. “Which is true of, uh, most of the school, actually.”

“They couldn’t get into UCLA?” Kate chuckled.

“Or USC. Or Harvey Mudd. Or Cal Poly.”

“Ahhh, gotcha. You said you grew up around here, right?”

“For a given value,” I said. “I was raised in Riverside.”

“Inland Empire, I see,” she said. “That place as horrifying as David Lynch makes it look?”

I chuckled. “Only when it’s on fire.”

“So, like, all Summer?”

“Pfft, basically.”

“It’s funny, you know, we grew up in the same neck of the woods but never met till we started doing what we do,” Kate said, resting her chin on her hands while her elbows were propped up on the table. “I know that Venice and Riverside aren’t actually that close together-”

“Especially with the traffic in this town making it a longer trek,” I said.

“Still,” she said. “It’s cool, knowing that someone like you was relatively close this whole time.”

Her eyes…

“Zeke?” she asked. “You okay?”

“Hm? Yeah, why?”

“You went quiet and started staring at me,” she said, raising her head, putting her hands flat on the table, concern exuding from her frown. “Did I lay it on too thick?”

I shook my head. “Not at all.” I reached for her hand. “Honestly, I’m worried about doing the same, so why don’t we just be ourselves tonight, and see how that works for us?”

“I’d like that,” she smiled again. That smile…

The server, a middle-aged Indian man with pot-belly and an impressive beard, brought our samosas and a few different sauces over and set them between us. And with him came, very unexpectedly, some familiar faces.

“Zeke?” Olivia asked. She was flanked by her new teammates, Tom, a medium-height black man in his late twenties with a shaved head and massive hands, and Winston, a white boy with a wild mane of brown hair who looked like he was still in college. And standing next to them were Team Forest Fire and Team Sparky-Sparky-Boom. Forest Fire was three guys all in their thirties, each of them shredded and rocking full beards. Their captain, Lance Masterson, was a behemoth of a white man with a shaved head and some burn marks on his arms and neck; his teammates were Jake George, a tall black man with long dreads and nose ring, and Evan Hernandez, a shorter Mexican-American man built like a powerlifter. Team Spark-Sparky-Boom, meanwhile, was two people, a husband and wife team called David and Eileen Portman. David was comfortably in his early forties, hair more salt than pepper, clean shaven and thin as a rail; Eileen looked like she was in her late thirties, and was shorter and thicker, with long brown hair beginning to spark with silver.

A low-pitched groan escaped my throat, and I was surprised at how loud it was, only to look over and see that Kate was making roughly the same mouth-noise.

“H-h-hey,” I eventually choked out. “How y’all doing?”

“Not bad,” Masterson said.

“Not bad at all!” Hernandez said, snapping his fingers and pointing at Kate.

She blushed, then looked down at her food.

“So, this must be Kate,” Olivia said.

“Um, how do you know about-”

“Faith told me.”

“Faith told you what?” I said, my eyes narrow.

“Oh, just that you’d finally found a girl for you… Wait a sec. Wait wait wait a second. Calloway? Is that you under all that makeup?”

My eyes bulged with panic, and I saw Kate’s lips trembling and her hands wringing together. Oh, this was bad- she wasn’t ready to come out to everyone at work yet, she’d said as much to me in the car ride. She’d been planning to come out in two weeks when she had her next fight, with the same kind of surprise announcement that Faith had been afforded.

And now… Now she was having to come out to her work rivals by accident. For the third time in two weeks.

Goddammit.

“Yeah,” she said, her voice dropping low. Then, in her higher, breathier voice, she said, “Yes. It’s me. My preferred name is Kate, pronouns are she/her.”

Olivia’s eyebrows shot up.

“Oh, so you’re a trans too?” Mrs. Portman said.

I died inside a little bit.

“I, uh, yeah. I’m a trans woman,” Kate said.

“Wow, two of you in the tournament this year, huh? What are the odds?” Mrs. Portman said. “And this isn’t a publicity stunt?”

“Dear, hush, that’s rude,” Mr. Portman said, playfully swatting his wife on the arm, blissfully unaware of the psychic damage he and his wife had just inflicted on Kate.

“No,” Kate said, eyes dropping low, fingers drumming nervously on the table. Oooohhhh dear. “I’m just… I’m a woman.”

“Hey, listen, it’s nice to see you all, but Kate and I were just trying to have a nice, quiet dinner,” I said. “Alone. As in just the two of us-”

“That’s fine, broseph,” Masterson said, “We can all take that big table outside, leave you two to your date.”

“I’d appreciate that a lot,” I nodded, putting a metric ton of emphasis behind each syllable.

“As would I,” Kate said. Practically squeaked. Must… Protect… At all costs.

“No problem, brosephine,” Masterson said. “You look great, bee-tea-dubs.”

They all cleared out and headed for the massive rectangular longtable outside… Except Olivia, who remained standing exactly where she was in front of us with her brow creased and her hands on her hips and her jaw slack.

“Uh, Olivia, you coming with?” Tom asked while standing in the doorway, with an ‘aw shit here we go again’ expression on his face.

“Yeah, I’ll be right there,” Olivia said.

Tom sighed and let the door close as he stepped outside. You tried, Tom. You tried.

“Can, uh, I help you with something?” I said, trying not to get too distressed by Kate’s thousand-yard stare. Given that she’d only a few days prior called out and challenged Olivia in front of a screaming crowd while on camera and then immediately proceeded to have a massive panic attack… I didn’t like what this was almost certainly doing to her brain.

“I just… When Faith said you’d found someone, this wasn’t what I expected,” Olivia said. “Does she… She knows who Kate really is, right?”

“Yeah, she does,” I said, creasing my own brow, “Why do you ask?”

“I just… I really just… Calloway? Seriously?! Calloway?!” Olivia said. “Of all freaking people, you choose Calloway over Faith?!”

“I’m sitting right here, you know,” Kate said.

“R-right. Sorry, I… You look nice,” Olivia said.

“Thanks,” Kate said. “Just, uh, quick question: why do you care?”

“Because I care about Faith,” Olivia said.

“Right, sure you do,” Kate said. “You care so much about the girl you brutally dumped in the most vulnerable moment of her life. Right. Definitely. Absolutely.”

“Also, why would Faith care?” I said, attempting to navigate the conversation away from Kate’s (admittedly accurate) criticism of Olivia. “She and Kate have patched things up- they’re friends now.”

“Really?” Olivia said.

“Yes, really,” Kate said. “She and I hung out literally all day today. She helped me pick out this dress, helped me with my voice. She and I are fine. And she’s fine with this.”

“Oh, honey,” Olivia said. “You don’t… Really believe that. Do you?”

Kate blinked, and her eyes went low again.

“What does that mean?” I asked.

“It means-”

“Don’t,” Kate said, slamming her hand against the table.

Olivia took a step back. “Right. Sorry. It’s… Look, Zeke, I know you and I were never super close, but I gotta ask- is Faith really completely on board with all this?”

“Yes! Why wouldn’t she be?” Did someone slip me a crazy-pill? What the hell was going on?!

“I just… Can’t believe you would choose Ke… Kate over Faith,” Olivia said.

“It’s not a choice,” I said, grabbing Kate’s hand and squeezing it tightly, a fire lighting inside my head. “I like Kate. She’s a beautiful woman, inside and out.”

“Phrasing,” Kate said in a thirsty whisper, eyebrows raised.

“Babe, not now,” I said.

“Babe?” she said with a bright smile.

“Babe? Wow,” Olivia said. “This is… A lot to accept, tbh.”

“And why, exactly, do you get a say?” I said.

“I-”

“That was a rhetorical question,” I said. “You don’t. At all.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll back off,” Olivia said, holding up her hands, palms flat. “I just… Can’t help but think you’re making a mistake. You and Faith would be cute together, that’s all I’m saying.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” I growled.

“You would be,” Kate whispered.

“What?” I said. Seriously, WHAT?!

“Backing away now,” Olivia said. “I’m sorry for saying anything- you’re right, it’s really none of my business. But, uh, Calloway? I still remember what you said last Friday. I’ll see you in the battle box.”

And with that, she walked away. My head spun with confusion and anger at the implications of what she said, the insinuations, the freaking hubris. And on top of it all, Kate looked ready to cry again.

Our waiter finally came over with our food on a tray and set it down, but looked at us with a worried expression. “Would you two like this to go, by any chance?”

“Yes, please,” Kate and I said simultaneously.

We waited till the food was put in takeaway boxes, and we made a hasty departure. I was pretty sure I heard Mrs. Portman shouting something at us as we walked out the front door, but I wasn’t sure what. “Where should we take all this?” Kate asked.

“I have one idea, if you’re up for it,” I said, with a grin I hoped would be the first step to salvaging this evening.

We headed for Dockweiler Beach, only a few miles from the restaurant, basically deserted in the waning hours of the evening before it was closed to the public. Waves lapped against the sand in a steady, drawling rhythm, and the rich, relaxing scent of seawater filled the air. We sat on a blanket Kate kept in her truck, eating our food while watching the tide crashing into the shore and the setting sun casting an orange-gold glow over everything. Kate had tied her hair back while we ate, but loose strands kept blowing about from the seabreeze and colliding with her face.

I reached over and brushed a strand back, and she smiled at me. “Thank you.”

“Of course. I’m, uh, sorry about what happened.”

“Don’t be, it isn’t your fault,” she said. “Honestly, you handled it really well. Way better than I would have in your position.”

“And what position is that?”

“The guy’s. You’re… You’re a really good guy, Zeke Underhill,” she said, wiping her mouth with a napkin.

I laughed in spite of myself. “That’s nice of you to say. I… I’m not really used to hearing it,” I admitted, slumping my shoulders.

“I find that hard to believe. You’re such a gentleman.”

“I… The thing is,” I started. Oh boy, I was about to admit this to her. This was big. I rarely talked about this. Not even with Faith. “... My parents… Are not the types to give out praise often, and a lot of it had to do with them thinking I wasn’t living up to their expectations of what a man was supposed to be. My Mom… Well, she’s English, she’s got all these old-fashioned, old-world ideas about men and women. She sent me to my room when I cried at a movie once when I was seven. My dad wasn’t much better- kind of a rough and tumble man’s man type. When I didn’t make my high school’s basketball team in ninth grade, he reamed me out for half an hour straight. Never mind the fact that I was short and fat back then. Which they both reminded me of constantly.”

“Jesus Christ, I’m so sorry,” Kate said, putting down her food and placing her hand on my shoulder. I gave it a squeeze. She continued, “My parents have always been so chill and supportive. I can’t even imagine what it’s like to… To grow up with that instead of what I had.”

“Thanks,” I said. “Honestly, I’m mostly over it at this point. I moved out for college when I was eighteen and never looked back. The only thing that really still gets to me is how hypocritical they were about everything. My dad… He’s a total pig, cheats on my mom constantly, and Mom just drinks to forget it every time the proof is thrown in her face. They’re both so full of shit, but I still… I still have this fear sometimes, that they’re right, that I’m not good enough, that there’s something I’m doing wrong, that…”

“That?”

“... That I’ll be a cheater like my dad, constantly balancing multiple girls, stringing along someone I’m supposed to be committed to. I think… I think that’s what bugged me about what Olivia was insinuating, like I was somehow being disloyal to Faith. Which is ridiculous, because… I… And she doesn’t even… And I’m not-”

“Not what?” Kate said, wrapping her arms around me.

“I’m not with her. I probably won’t ever be with her,” I said.

“... You really like her, don’t you?”

“... I’m not sure you want me to answer that question, Katie.”

“You already have,” she said. “It’s kinda obvious.”

“I… I’m sorry, I shouldn’t-”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Kate said, nuzzling my shoulder. “You’re allowed to like more than one person at the same time. And you’ve liked her for a while, I’m not surprised I’m…”

“You’re what?”

“... Second prize.”

“You’re not,” I said, turning around and putting my hands on her cheeks. “Listen to me, Kate Calloway. I recognize we’ve only just started really getting to know each other, but in that time, you’ve shown yourself to be… Amazing. Caring. Funny and thoughtful. Beautiful. I… I don’t know if I deserve you, but I’d like… To keep seeing you like this. To get to know you better, and to hold your hand while you go on this journey.”

Tears streamed out her eyes, and she bit her lower lip before saying, “Would you… Would you still say that if Faith liked you back?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” I scoffed. “Faith is gay.”

“...”

I blinked. “Faith is gay, right?”

“I…,” Kate stammered, pulling out of my hands. “I’ve said too much.”

I blinked one long, sustained blink as the gears turned in my head. Faith… Wasn’t gay? And she… It… This made it seem like…

Like she…

No.

Just, just… No.

There was a beautiful girl who I liked in front of me, and I wasn’t gonna let her slip away. “You’re fine. And even if she did, it wouldn’t matter.”

“You… You really mean that?”

“She’s not here with me right now, on this beach, sharing this meal, this evening,” I said. “Life moves forward, not back. If Faith really liked me, she should have said something. You, though, you said something. You made the first move, and… God, I’ve had to do that myself so many times, only for it to fall apart. Do you have any idea how good it makes me feel, that you like me enough to be the one to push things forward? How special that makes me feel? Because it’s amazing… You make me feel… Amazing, Kate.”

She looked at me with those big blue eyes, shining in the multicolored light of dusk as the sun set over the horizon, her red lips spread wide, hope and astonishment and joy radiating out of every inch of her. She gulped, and then she grabbed my lapel and said, “I’m gonna push things forward again now. Is that okay?”

I didn’t answer. I just went for it, pressing her lips against mine, melting into her as we made out on the beach while the sun finished setting. My heart was alight with ecstasy, my lust burning at maximum temperature. I didn’t know for sure if I liked her more than I liked Faith. I just knew that in that moment, there was nobody I’d rather be with, nobody I’d rather be kissing, nobody I’d rather be getting to know.

For just one moment, everything was crystal clear.

“You really had to ask?” I said as I pressed my forehead against hers, reveling in her aftertaste.

She smiled. Oh, Lord, that smile. “I just had to make sure.”

We carried on like that for a while longer, her hands touching mine, my lips touching hers, our bodies interlocking.

#original fiction #serial fiction #trans woman #trans protagonist #web novel #wlw #bisexual #polycule #polyamory #love triangle #enemies to friends to lovers #first date #romcom #romance

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gayuu-the-necromancer · 1 year

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A little opinion about the boys?I love your blog 🩷

Thank you~

William - Not my type, but I don't dislike him. He's so self-giving, and kind and very polite........and I'm a girl who likes jerks. Sometimes he can be crazy for example, in his birthday story, I was spoiled that one time, on his birthday, he asked his victim to sing him 'Happy Birthday' before killing him. I mean that's brutal but badass at the same time! When he's with Kate, so far, he's very kind, and asks her to be more open and more selfish with her desires and it's just all fine. It didn't make me go 'Awww, that's so cute!!!' or anything. It's just fine. His route is a little drag though, I won't lie.

Liam - Okay. I didn't like Liam at first. I thought his looks and his profile sounded boring (except for him being a stage actor, I LOVE IT WHEN MALE LEADS HAVE DIFFERENT JOBS!) I was scared that they were going to make him overly flirtatious....but I'm glad that he isn't. He's so cute! OH MY GOD, HE'S SO CUTE!!! His route looks fucked-up and also according to @archiveikemen she told that the story isn't an 'I can fix him' story, which I really appreciate btw! His route does have some cute moments like him acting in front of Kate to cheer her up and jumping off of roofs while carrying her in his arms...those are all so cute, and I love it!! His personality is very innocent and childlike and other members are worried about him because they don't want him to get hurt because of his curse. I love him now, he went from being my least fav character to one of my favs!!

Harry - Ofc, I love him. I find him cute! I find his lies also very cute. He's like 'I and Liam are not buddies.' and the same Harry is worried about Liam getting hurt. I love their dynamic too. Other than this I don't know too much about him because I haven't even started his route. But I love him and I find him interesting. Also his route. just from its preview looked cute and less dark, I guess? So I'm curious. And given that he's a Sherlock Holmes fan, I wouldn't be surprised if later Cybird releases a card of him and Arthur together.

Elbert - I think this guy is an idiot! lol. A funny idiot. He wants to lock Kate in his room because he thinks she's the one he is looking for...man that's so creepy and hilarious at the same time. Outside that, I think he, like William, is a kind and polite character. But I like him more than William because I feel like Elbert could be a yandere....maybe I'll be proven wrong. But he seems like he could be a Yandere character. Also, I find his ability really interesting. The other male leads have abilities that are very good for their 'Crown-related' jobs, so I'm curious how they use Elbert's ability in desperate circumstances. You can use his ability on your enemies if you want to mentally torture them.

Alphonse - For me personally, I don't care about him. I don't hate or like him. I don't even find him......interesting. He looks to be like he's hiding something and is into shady businesses and I feel like I have seen so many characters like him. I can't give any examples, it's just I 'feel' like I have seen characters like him before. He looks to be the spy of this game, but who knows? One thing I really find interesting is his ability is really fucked-up if you think about it. You can use that to literally manipulate people into showing them what YOU want to see. That can actually mess up people's minds in reality. But as a character, he's a hit or a miss for me. Let's wait of his main route.

Roger - His profile says he is egoistic but I don't find him that egoistic. When you read his bond stories, I find him really caring towards, Kate and other members of the Crown. Even when he says he uses Liam as his test subject for his 'human experiments', it doesn't seem like he's tormenting him or anything. I don't know, prove me wrong. I like him though.

Jude - ＼(≧▽≦)／(≧◡≦) ♡σ(≧ε≦σ) ♡Σ>―(〃°ω°〃)♡→(˘∀˘)/(❤ω❤)(｡・//ε//・｡)(*/ω＼)(⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄)(„ಡωಡ„)

Ellis - Yep! He's hot, caring, kind, funny and creepy. Yes! I find him a little creepy but I love that creepiness. His ability actually involves restraining people...................why do I feel like we might be getting 'bondage' scenes in his route? He has this certain smile that looks like he wants to tie me up at this moment and I like that smile. Towards, Kate and the others, he is very kind. All he wants is for everyone to be happy and if he finds anyone unhappy, then he will do anything to make them happy. This can be mess-up too, like in the prologue he offers to kill Kate because she looks unhappy to him. This same guy is also like 'I'll make sure you will be happy while you live with us.' Look I love creepy guys okay. I find them genuinely funny most of the times. I also love his dynamic with Jude. These two are so hilarious together. Hands down the best pair in this game! For example this one scene in William's route:

Victor: "Ellis, do you want to go on a mission with them?"

Jude: "There he goes again, using my men without my permission."

Ellis (Sad puppy dog eyes): "I don't mind, but....."

Jude: "But what?"

Ellis (Sad puppy dog eyes): "If I go, and at that time, if Jude encountered the happiest moment of his life. Then I wouldn't be able to see it."

Jude (Angry): "Tch. You, creepy bastard! I hope you go there and die."

Victor - I love Victor. He's my second fav character! I love his lively, chirpy and loud personality. It's cute. He's like a real dad! Reminds me of my own dad. Maybe that's why I like him! He's like the comic-relief character of this game. A funny guy and I like that. It's better than a cold, brooding, unapproachable character that looks cool at first but becomes boring later on. He cares for the Crown members, and also looks after them, making sure all their wishes are fulfilled. Even Kate. He makes sure that as long as she lives with the Crown, she's happy and safe. Still, I don't know much about him, but so far, I really really enjoy him whenever I interact with him.

Now, Jude - I FUCKIN LOVE THIS MAN AND THIS LOVE IS OVERFLOWING RIGHT NOW!!! I can't contain it! I love this motherfucker! He's ruthless, arrogant, swears, bullies, delinquent, kind, caring, cute, and ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL!!!! Just look at his smile man! It's so angelic compared to his arrogant personality. I wanna kiss this man on the lips every time I see him being kind to Kate! I wanna call him a jerk every time he bullies Kate! God! I even want to keep him to myself and never give him to anyone when he's being so FUCKIN CUTE!!! The more I learn about him, the more I love him! He's so lovely! He's absolutely lovely....there's no saving me from this jerk, guys! Even his ability is so cute. He can help me sleep! For some reason, no amount of medicine works on me! Maybe his warmth, his angelic smile, and his ability will help me!! Honestly, I cannot express my love for him completely just through words! I love him! I AM JUST HOPELESSLY IN LOVE WITH THIS GUY!!

#ikemen series #asks #ikemen villain #ikemen villains #otome #cybird #cybird ikemen #cybird otome

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broflovski-brah · 2 months

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hi hello i am a server at a restaurant by day and a kyle fan by night so i am more than happy to supply you with some waiter!kyle headcanons! warning: very VERY long and this isn’t even all of them

he would be one of the strongest servers in the restaurant. i can see him being really organized and having a system for everything. he’d be good with the hospitality part, dude never forgets to bring your side of ranch and water glasses never go empty. it takes a lot to overwhelm him.

however…on the rare occasions he is in the weeds…he’d sass the other staff and grumble under his breath. i don’t see his tables suffering because of this, he screams in the walk in before interacting with them. if he’s got a real bitchass customer, the sass comes out again. and then he screams in the walk in and complains to all his friends about it for the next week. that being said. he has had to be held back from confronting a guest by his coworkers once or twice after being stiffed.

i was a hostess for years so many thoughts here. if he gets triple sat or triple skipped he would be so nice and forgiving to the hostesses to their FACES, but be thinking in his head “how are you this fucking dumb”. if it keeps happening though he will say something, he wouldn’t yell and be a total dick about it but he would be a little condescending. for really good hosts and bussers he likes though, he tips them out extra because he’s just that generous. he would watch out for the young hostesses and make sure the creepy old men don’t bother them. he’d see that shit and immediately direct the old fart away from the underaged girl. and we love him for that.

never lets anyone borrow his fancy pilot g2 pens (same)

always looking dapper! he gels his hair for work cus it needs to be out of the way. and that apron has been washed, steamed, and pressed by mama broflovski herself baby

has beef with the bartender because one very busy saturday night he super sassed them for taking too long to make a drink only to realize he never actually rang it in…oops. bartender never forgave that one

took forever to learn how to pull a beer from the tap and honestly is still not very good at it (me)

refuses to clean any bodily fluids in any part of the restaurant, he’d quit his job first. don’t get paid enough for that (also me and you’d be surprised how often this is a problem)

master silverwear roller like he flys through that shit. mf always leaves exactly when he’s cut bc all his sidework is done already

if the line cooks give him shit he speaks to them in jersey and they’re like oh we didn’t know you were chill like that nvm

he’d have regulars that he just loves and adores and some regulars that he hates so much that he has forbade the hosts from ever putting them in his section

oh he’s a weekend shift hog, he thinks he deserves the busy shifts because he’s simply just a better server than the others so logically why wouldn’t he? smh

he usually likes it when the guys come to eat while he’s working and they goof off a little, but if those mfs show up on a busy weekend he’s like no god please no because they are like the biggest distractions ever. i would go on about how stan, kenny, and cartman would act while kyle’s working but i fear i’ve made this ask long enough as is

the dumbass smile in my face as i saw this in my inbox, i was SO looking forward to answering this one

i fucking love these ohmygosh-he’s such a bitch but in the best ways?? like he genuinely gets me sometimes-

he gets so damn sassy when things don’t go the way he intended-he’s never really snapped at people, he just makes small bites to the neck like ‘oh i didn’t realize that you were doing my job now for me’ and he would let out the most sarcastic ass laugh istg-i feel like he would be the kind of ‘busy bee’ worker where he absolutely loses track of time and is like ‘oh my break was a half hour ago fuck’

he probably tries to take all the night shifts because that’s just how he is. he’s a night owl and likes sleeping in ‘til noon.

but YES PLEASE-I would LOVE to read more of your headcanons like this!! i really don’t mind how long it gets-the more the better imo! i love reading stuff like this!! don’t feel nervous, i would LOVE to read some more!!

(he also sneaks leftovers out for kenny. i like to think those two get closer in their teens because kyle realizes how much kenny means to them all)

one i personally have is that cartman knows kyle’s schedule like the back of his hand and follows a routine in which he knows when all kyle’s breaks are. cartman will subtly fuck with kyle and make him miss all his breaks, usually including his lunch break. (if he’s working the morning, which he usually ends up doing, unlucky) he comes back later to laugh in kyle’s face because poor boy’s hungry and tired. makes some snide ass comment about how ‘oH kYlE tHaTs So ImProFeSsIoNaL oF yOu To YaWn MiDsEnTeNcE’ or he laughs because ‘aren’t you a waiter? your job is to bring out the food, not to want it, kahl’ dunno how the rest would play out. that’s just one i have-if you wanna add on tho i’d love to hear it!! :)

anyway. i’d love to hear any other headcanons you (or anyone else for that matter) may have! ^^

#istg i’m obsessed #south park #skipper speaks #kyle broflovski #anon #south park headcanons #answered #asks

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bluexgreenava · 6 months

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Today I present you my VERY FIRST self-written fanfic, which I haven't posted anywhere yet, except here (≡^∇^≡)

I can't believe I finally realized that idea from my head and finally wrote a little story🥳🥳🥳 It's a really adorable and lovely story about how you feel when you don't have enough attention🥺🥺 I originally wrote it for Sticktober2023, wanted to participate in it and become an enthusiast :3 and here it is, my first writing job in my life 😇😭

Anyway, enjoy the reading and share your opinion in comments, pls pls pls pls :D From now on, I can officially call myself an aspiring fic-writer ✦_✦📕✍️

Green seeks for attention (💚/💙)

Green was sitting on the couch with his leg up, a phone in his left hand and wired headphones in his ears connected to his smartphone. He looked at it, scrolling through the playlist and choosing from the list of favorite tracks an interesting, original and unique melody that you can listen to deeply, and so deeply that you can listen without stopping. That's what's always happened to him, no wonder he's a music lover. Although....sometimes it's boring to enjoy music alone...when there is no one to share impressions about it, no one to get interested with it and no one to feel it with. With this thought, green stickman took his eyes off the phone, bent down and drooped, looking at the black floor for a few seconds. Angry, he threw the phone with headphones on the sofa, got up and walked to the house, said in his head: "My own enjoyment of music is certainly familiar to me, but not always. I hate loneliness and boredom to death... AND IF THEY ARE ALSO TOGETHER..." The last thought made him feel so bad that he stopped, clenched his hands into fists, frowned and with his eyes closed began to beat furiously into the void and wave his hands until he got tired of it, releasing all his accumulated steam. After a while, he opened his eyes and looking at the front door of the house, continued to go there, talking to himself along the way. "Wait a second!! I have friends. I'm sure they won't let me be bored forever.." The anticipation of listening to music together gave him more energy and confidence, even lifted his mood a little. He had long dreamed of listening to and discussing with someone what he liked most in the world, and expecting that this would happen and the boredom would finally disappear, he immediately had a smile on his face.

He opens the door and first comes in, but standing in the doorway, to his orange, literally, empty-headed friend and boldly, a little loudly with joy, asks: "Yo, Secooond!!!! Do you want to listen to music, dude??" In response, only snoring, because Second was sleeping sweetly on his crib and from what Green said, he only turned on his side, continuing to rest. Green noticed this and realizing that he had almost woken up a friend, rolled his eyes and before leaving Orange's room, quietly said: "Oh, my God!! Sorry, sorry, sweet dreams.. I'll come back a little later.".. He tiptoed to the stairs. In his thoughts, walking along it to one of the other floors: "I hope others aren't busy, I really hope" After 2-3 seconds, the door–entrance to Yellow's room opens wide and the green stickman's speech is heard: "Yoo, Yellow!! Do you want to lis-"

"I'm sorry, Green, I can't, not now. As you can see, I'm very busy" – with a serious look, staring only at his laptop and not taking his eyes off it for a second, interrupted yellow stickman his friend. Yellow held out his left hand in front of him as a stop sign, continuing to type and look at the computer. Green was only more offended by this answer, cause it was still very rude.

"Okay, I'm sorry... Good luck in your work!!((" – he said in a sad tone before reaching for the door handle and closing it. The offended green stickman was already silently moving up the stairs, searched remaining rooms, but other two friends weren't there. "So they're outside.." He left the house and headed for Red, but everything was also unsuccessful. Red also turned out to be busy, because it's not easy to wash Reuben from all the dirt and make a beautiful,clean and cute piggy out of a dirty one. Without saying anything, Green sat down on the sofa with his head bowed and his hands hanging down... and out of despair and resentment, he began to cry, covering both eyes with his thin green hands. "I haven't made it... Nobody's interested in me with my music," –thought Green, while he was crying bitterly. No matter how hard he tried, his dream didn't come true. . He would continue to grieve if it weren't for that one, who he forgot to ask...who loves his friends and will never let them hurt. Not far away from the sofa was a stove, on which Blue was cooking dinner for all his friends. But when blue stickman turned his head towards his crying friend, he became worried, put out the fire and ran to calm him down.

"Green, what happened?? Who offended you??" – Blue said, sitting down next to his friend, putting his arm around his shoulders and wiping the tears that were pouring out of his beautiful eyes with a handkerchief. Holding Green's cheeks and looking into his tear-stained eyes, Blue prepared to listen to him.– "Tell me what or who upset you, it's important for me to know, dude"

Sobbing, in Blue's arms, Green said, "With me.. Nobody wants to listen to music with me.. You know, everyone's busy, but I was just bored and wanted attention.. I hate feeling lonely, I wanted to be together with someone and do what I'm interested in."

"Huh, so you just wanted attention.. I know how to help you.. Do you want me to listen to everything you want with you? ッ".

From what he heard, Green was surprised, looked into his friend's eyes and stopped crying, asked again, because he couldn't believe that someone themselves had invited him to listen to music together:

"Y-you really w-want to listen to me?? WILL YOU REALLY LISTEN TO MUSIC WITH ME??!! Green asked in a more confident and joyful tone, to put it mildly.

"Of course, why not?? I wanna admit, that doing any kind of things with you always turns out to be interesting, fun and unforgettable. You really know how to bring pleasure, my friend..."– Blue said with a smile, and wiping his friend's eyes with his hand, he said–"But when you cry, it's not fun and it doesn't bring any pleasure.. I'm all yours, let's listen"

Green hugged his friend tightly by the neck, blushed green and whispered gently in his ear: "Thank you for being with me, Blue, thank you for being there.."

"You're always welcome, Green," –Blue replied with a smile and a blue blush on his face, mutually embracing the green stickman. And so they spent several minutes in each other's arms, snuggling tightly, but then, Green took out his phone, plugged in his headphones and inserted one into his ear, and the other into the ear of blue stickman. They were just listening to a song from our music lover's playlist, closing their eyes and sitting on the couch, hugging each other by their shoulders. Their hearts beat to the beat of the melody, their ears, along with their minds, plunged into the sound and melody.. Green was happy that he was finally able to attract someone with his interests, and after they listened to a few songs, they decided to create their own playlist of favorite tracks.*

*Also below there are some tracks I thought of what they could listen, while I was writing this 🎧 🎵 💚💙

THANK YOU FOR THE READING💖💗💖💗💖💗💖💗💖💗💖💗💖💗💖💗💖💗💖💗 MEANS A LOT TO ME 😍😍🥰🥰🥰🥰

#fanfic #bluegreen #avm blue #avm green #ava blue #ava green #alan becker #GUYS I FUNALLY WROTE FANFIC FOR MY FIRST TIME #sticktober 2023 #💚💙#💙💚#I DID MY BEST PLEASE READ IT #Spotify

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whats the mercury lore? if you wanna share that is! no pressure, I'm interested to hear his story

*KICK DOWN DOOR* i would love to tell but im gonna put it under a read more and put a tw of religion-ish stuff/cult stuff and its long this is actually sorta important to his lore so i aint gonna sugarcoat it

Mercury was raised by most of his family in some snowy lands in popstar (yk the fight with Francisca its basically that but on popstar) His family was reallllyyy religious and wanted to appease the ancients and somehow make them come back The parents of mercury believed the next child they would have would make the ancients happy and solve all their problems. So they PLANNED when mercury was supposed to be born and killed and all this other stuff Mercury was raised by them and his cousins and basically his whole family so he thought all this religious stuff was normal. He was taught how to be an archer and alot of other things BUT the night before basically his whole family got killed except mercury who exactly? the first guy in this heheheh*spins* BUT ANYWAYS mercury woke up the next morning and thought "oh they probably moved without me...hm.." and he searched for em for a few days but slowly lost hope. but he was always taught to be strong so he went to wander around popstar. he eventually became a mercenary so he can get food by doing jobs for people. most of em was simple and stuff and he was super good with the bow so it was basically a piece of cake! (he didnt snatch food for the first month totally shhhh) he then arrived at dreamland and was hired by the king himself!! it was an honor to mercury since... 1) more money!!! 2) he would make alot of people jealous with this mercury and king dedede didnt actually get along for the first month why? because mercury even tho he was hired by king dedede to beat kirby he always went to kirby side to beat king dedede and to help him get unpossessed when he was possessed but slowly he warmed up to mercury like he did with kirby. and knew he wasnt being a jerk and betraying the kingdom he just wanted to protect everyone. so king dedede talked with meta knight about training mercury. Meta knight actually didnt want to do it for a bit but when he saw how determined mercury was to protect the king,kirby and others he just accepted it and now he was his mentor and still is to this day

mercury and meta knight usually train once per week due to meta knight being busy and mercury trying to keep the king protected from whoever one day after the 64 game (let sayyyyy around a few months) i like to think dark matter is still around actually and actually went to mercury and tried to get him possessed. mercury was more strong willed ig you could say so he wasnt easily possessed. but dark matter stayed near him for a long time and tried to make him feel anxious,scared or whatever just to make him lower his mental state so he could have an easier time to possess him. This was around the time our lovebirds started to crush on eachother as well. one day dark matter wins and was able to possess mercury. AND GOOD GOD. he fought king dedede kirby and meta knight. barely won but king dedede knocked dark matter into next tuesday. mercury passed out and they put him in a room and just watched over him for awhile. when he woke up he couldnt move his legs and he was extremely weak. it took at least a month for him to recover.

after all this stuff things become sorta normal. mercury tho. hates the scar dark matter left on him. sometimes he will claw at it due to his frustration at it. (thats why he always wear long ass pants to cover his scar ^^) (and thats why he is so fucking scared of dark matter due to his possession) anyways after a bit he and king dedede got together (mercury gave him a pebble. he asked alottt about his traditions so thats why) after the rest of the games a magic user (idk his name but its the guy who killed mercury fam) comes over and convince mercury to come with him by saying his family is alive and miss him </3 mercury didnt want to go due to him thinking his family wouldnt want to see them (THEY ARE DEAD YOU IDIO-) but king dedede being supportive and sweet convince him to go and everything will be fine mercury goes with the magic user but got captured by them. they tell him how he was supposed to be a sacrifice and he was worthless and blah blah blah and he was controlled by them. king dedede and kirby and metaknight and bandana dee go try to find mercury and when they do they kick the magic users ass and save mercury...mercury was feeling extremely weak due to this and he was using alot of his ice powers (when he is pissed the ice grows on his arms and hands like big bulky ice gantlets and his arms get badly burned from this) but was greatful king dedede and the others saved him. uh anyways he is heavily traumatized and hates his family and is living on greatly without em. he rarely opens up to king dedede but when he does about his family after the incident king dedede always listens and comforts him.

uh yeah thats his lore or most of it lmao probably will change later but this is most of his new lore

#mercury the lizard archer #kirby oc #legit he has alot of lore he is such a dork i love him but he needs to vent to so many people #but he has the bad habit of staying silent and say “its fine ^^” when he aint #i wrote so much and it took so long to write omfg-#ik i was being mysterious with his lore but i couldnt help it lmao

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Enchanted ( Hinata's Version )

Hinata had not met his friends in the beach, in the midst of all the chaos and death. No, This young man met the two people he cherishes most in his life back in the old world. 6 years before the events of the borderlands.

This was the very first page

Not where the story line ends

It was the first night Hinata had ever snuck out of his house. He was usually a fairly good kid. Tried following what his parents said.. most of the time, anyways. He was compliant, even though he did not want ay part of the business. That was Emiko’s job. But, at 20 years old he was starting to get bored. Emiko was his only friend, basically at his mother. But in his circle— his parents circle— everyone judged him for his difference. His eyes, his mannerisms, the way he was born. He hated being seen as only Hinata Aikyo, the son of Kazuya Aikyo. It made Hinata wonder, was that what he was only ever going to be seen was..? So he decided to sneak out, explore the town during the night and.. be himself. He was 20, for fucks sake. He wanted to figure out who he was— who Hinata was. Its how he found himself in the Kabukichō Red Light District. More specifically, how he found himself at what he figured out later on to be the Beach club— a Men’s Host Club. There were so many people.. Men, sometimes two, charming a woman— serving drinks and what not. It was foreign to Hinata, mostly. His eyes were wide as he scanned the place. Should he leave? This wasn’t exactly what he was expecting.. when he had decided to figure out who he was

“Are you new here..?” A sultry voice snapped him out of his thoughts, and he turned to see an older woman, tilting her head with a drink in hand. He stuttered out a response, trying to figure out how to turn her down and get the hell out of there. But suddenly that plan was thrown out the window as he saw figure walk towards him. A buff man.. in his 30s(?) walking towards him with a face that was so serious, Hinata swore he was in trouble. “Just a moment, ma’am.. I’m going to borrow him for a moment” The serious stranger said and beckoned for Hinata to follow him. Oh he was so screwed. Would his parents find out somehow? Could this get out and recognized?

Kazuya Aikyo’s son seen at a Men’s Host Club..

His Dad would kill him. Following after the stranger, Hinata found himself standing across a low table, infront of a long haired man wearing the nicest red suit and sipping on .. whiskey? Hinata didn’t really know his alcohols.. It seemed that luck was on his side. The man— Takeru, he had learned— who had ordered Aguni— the kind of scary one— was the owner of ‘The Beach’. A Men’s host club. But he didn’t kick him out right away, and honestly, Hinata was grateful for that. He wondered that if he did, then maybe they would have never became friends. It was nerve-wracking at first, and everything in him screamed that he wanted to impress these two. But he didnt want to use the rich card. No— Takeru had no Idea who he was or who his family was. And he wanted it to stay that way.

In the dim light of the club, Hinata could make out the silhouette of Takeru and his features, and he was glad that it was dim— or else maybe He would noticed the faint blush appearing on his face. Takeru was beautiful (and so was his friend, Aguni), Hinata couldn’t deny it. And he could tell that he was already started to develop a crush on him. A puppy crush. One that would probably pass as he got to know him as a friend.

And yet, Hinata was wrong. As time grew on. As Takeru left the club and took over his Fathers Hat Business. As he grew closer to Takeru and Aguni, so did his feelings. Hinata didn’t realize it, but those feelings had grew and grew— to the point that whenever he was near them, his heart would flutter and Hinata just wanted to be near them all the time. They were his friends first, yes. But god, did he love them. They meant the world to him. Takeru was especially the kindest, the warmest welcome into the friendship (Although.. deep down Hinata was skeptical about Takeru and Aguni’s friendship. There were so many emotions between those two. Maybe that’s why he never spoke up.). Aguni had taken awhile to fully get used to the boy, but Takeru.. he welcomed him with open arms. The two hung out often. Restaurant traditions, Pranks (mainly on Aguni), or the fact that Hinata would just hang out at Takeru’s Hat shop when he was bored. And thankfully, They never pried into his personal life. Even when the two had managed to crash a Charity Event— one hosted by Hinata’s father. It was an embarrassing moment, especially when Takeru had walked up to Hinata and his Father, and Kazuya told him that Hinata wasn’t man enough till he found himself a girlfriend.

Still, though. The night had ended up okay. They had met out in the balcony, the three of them. It was calm, and comforting to Hinata. The two of them never spoke about it to Hinata again, which he was eternally grateful for. He was grateful for them. His two friends, older than him and probably way out of his league.. Had shown him the world and that he was his own person.

My thoughts will echo your name,

until I see you again

He had found his way to the beach.. or well— he had found himself near the beach and some Militant Asshole decided knocking him out and bringing him to the Leader— to Hatter, was the best course of action. He didn’t even know it was a place, He just thought it was a Game Arena! And Hinata was out of it, staring off at the place. It was after Emiko had died, after he had gotten her killed. He had been wondering if he should just let his VISA run out, He missed his friends— wondering if they even noticed he was gone.

Although, Hinata didn’t have to worry about that for long. Because the Leader of the so called beach, was none other than Takeru himself. Or rather.. He didn’t go by Takeru here. Hatter was what his friend was called. It had made him giggle at first, a brief reminder of Takeru’s old Job back in.. the other world. A sense of Familiarity. Because now, Takeru (And Aguni he later found out) were here with him. A blessing, yet also a curse. Quickly, Hinata adjusted well to the life of the Beach. It was growing rapidly, people coming (and going..). And Hinata’s Job was to keep the morale up, make sure no one thought wrong of their leader. He did it well, because he loved Takeru. Although, he didnt completely agree with the idea of the beach, nor did he believe about the cards.. Hinata didn’t plan on saying no. He would do anything to prove that he was useful to his friends. That was his plan. Make sure Takeru and Aguni got out of here alive.. even if he didn’t But even if a place like this, a place where sex was welcomed and there were no string to tie you down, Hinata never planned on revealing those feelings. He dabbled in hooking up with a guy here or there.. but his heart never belonged to them. It was set on Takeru and Aguni, although in this place— Hinata assumed there was never going to be a chance.

These are the words I held back,

as I was leaving too soon

Aguni was a problem. He was supposed to be the cruel and stern Militant Leader. Cold and Calculating, although Hinata knew deep down that it wasn’t truly who he was. Its just what he had to be, to keep the Militants who could go a little power hungry in bay. Its why he had to pretend that he wasn’t their friend. Like Aguni didn’t mean the world to him, because it could put Hinata in danger. Or disrupt something

It was the same with Takeru. Pretending not to be as close as they truly were, it was too cruel in Hinata’s eyes. Of course, it was his Idea to begin with. The people here, most of them scared Hinata. What if they thought he was getting privilge? He couldn’t risk it. And besides, Hatter— Takeru, was endulging himself in his own rules as well. His girls as they were known, wore Gold Bikini’s. Had one or two special perks but the main one of course was Takeru himself. He was a wanted man. It filled Hinata with a jealousy he didn’t even know he had. He didn’t even think he should have this Jealousy, since Hinata did it himself every so often.. But he did. Because he truly loved Takeru. Not because he was a leader with a power, or that he was devilishly handsome. No. He loved Takeru because of how kind he was. How he had always been there for Hinata. The smile that was so genuine when there was something Takeru enjoyed. The way he cared for Aguni and him. He loved Takeru Danma. Not Hatter.

Would he ever speak on these feelings? Hinata doubted it of course. But he would always hold those feelings close to him. There was no need to ruin a good thing with messy feelings. Not when he could tell Aguni and Takeru were in love with each other (No matter how much they would deny it). He was fine, of course. At the end of the day, Hinata was just glad that he had stumbled into that Host Club. That Takeru had noticed the wide eyed boy and had his dearest friend fetch him over. Because now, Hinata had a reason to keep going. To survive in this hell, and get his friends out of here. So they could be happy, because that was what matter to Hinata.

I was enchanted to meet you

#weeklyprompt003 #Much shorter than the full thing #but still longer than I planned on writing #we lost the plot but that’s ok #Beach Babes #Hinteru #aib oc #aib rp #alice in borderland oc #aib roleplay #alice in borderland rp

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