#I really do hate having to fix my texts but I got shit on too much for not fixing my slipups that auto correct didn't catch
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1. it’s my 24th birthday today, so my goal of being published by the time i’m 25 is now a one year looming monster, but i never specified what kind of published and am currently looking in various literary magazines that are recommended for writers who have yet to be published, so i’m surprisingly confident that i can make it work? and tbh even if whatever i write isn’t officially published before my 25th birthday, if i have someone in the process of being published then i’ll be happy!! no matter what though, i’m gonna try to be proud of myself for at least giving it my best shot!!
2. i honestly love that my birthday is on the ides of march because the ides of march meme shitposting is only a thing on tumblr but it also being my birthday makes it easier to like. be excited about the ides of march outside of tumblr. like even in person i can be like “it’s my birthday! i’m an ides of march babe (:” and if someone is like oh what’s that? or if they say something along the lines of oh like julius caesar? i can be like yep!! and even if it’s a small thing outside of tumblr it brings me immense enjoyment and amusement being able to bring it up off of tumblr
3. transportation situation has been very rough since june 2023 when i totalled my car, my gap insurance are being assholes and i ended up putting my foot down on the phone with them yesterday which i’m pretty proud of because i am NOT a confrontational person (something i’ve been working on this past year, so seeing some improvement with my ability to hold my ground and not be a pushover yesterday was very cool!!) i was told i’d get a response from them by friday next week no matter what, and if i don’t then friday of next week i will continue to wreak havoc upon them. but my moms car which i’ve been using since my accident broke down yesterday, hopefully it’s fixable but my parents were saying it might be done for, so trying to think of how i’m gonna get to work next week is kind of stressing me out lmao, but for now i’m just gonna focus on enjoying my birthday the best i can because i don’t want to start off being 24 with an overwhelming anxiety for something that won’t be a potential issue until monday. plus i already messaged my boss today to let her know that i’m going to do everything i can to make it work out but just so she’s in the loop and knows of the potential of me not being able to make my morning shifts (one of my coworkers said she’s more than happy to give me a ride for our afternoon shifts which does help relieve some of the stress!) and i told her i’d let her know for sure sunday so that if necessary she can have time to figure out someone to fill in for me in the mornings!
overall: life is weird and i ended being 23 yesterday with a shitty situation but a positive outlook and i am going to enjoy my first day of being 24 no matter what because honestly i fucking earned it. happy friday everyone, i hope it’s a good day for you and me both!
#aritalks#i did cry a little bit when i first woke up because i dont really know what to do about work and also i hate not having a car i can use#not only because of the work aspect but also getting my license when i was 18 gave me a freedom i didn’t have before#and i don’t like having to rely on other people just to like go to the fucking store or something yk#but then my best friend/roommate messaged me happy birthday and i was like fuck it! today is going to be a good day!#the stressful uncertainties can wait until tomorrow#also one of my best friends who hasn’t said happy birthday to me the past two years#(not intentionally im p sure they were just busy on my birthdays the past two years#and then had that moment of ‘oh shit i didnt send a message fuck i think its too late now’ which i totally get bc anxiety things yk)#was one of the first people to message me happy birthday!!#i’m also hoping to still be able to go see my mom and then stay the night at my dads tonight#so i can see both my parents and also my baby siblings for my birthday#my dads working today but after he texted happy birthday i sent him a text asking if he thinks we could still make it work#my mom is asleep still i think (she called me at midnight and left a voicemail singing happy birthday!! but her sleep schedule has been all#over the place recently so i’m waiting until 11:30 to call her which is in like 30 mins)#but she said something yesterday about driving out to me to give me a hug and also bring me my diabetes stuff that got delivered#(her house is my mailing address because i know it’s not going to change bc it’s my great grandparents house that she’s partially inhereting#when my great grandpa dies but since i have moved out of my dads my address has changed twice and i didnt have a mailbox at my last place so#just for the sake of consistency and not having to worry about important shit getting sent to the wrong address i’ve had her house as my#mailing address since i moved out of my dads at 19)#so i think i’m gonna ask her if she can just pick me up instead so i can go to her house w her and hang out with her#and hopefully my dad will be able to at least stop by with my siblings so i can see them too#i’d like to stay the night with them but if we can’t make it happen then i can also stay the night w my mom and hopefully tomorrow figure#out the car situation. might have to rent a car for a week if i can afford it? best case scenario is my moms car can be fixed but i still#dont know whats wrong with it ik there are two potential problems and one is fixable the other is not#the fixable one would cost like $150-$400 to fix depending on if we get a used part or a new one#if its $150-$200 ish i can probably afford to pay for the whole thing or at least most of it#but if its more than that hopefully my dad or one of my family members can help#and i can just pay them back in like $50 increments with my next few paychecks#just realized i said i wouldnt worry abt the car thing today and also i think im at tag limit to i’ll stop now lmao xoxo gossip girl ❤️
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Evrrytime I ser a cat I cry and I can't stop crying I'm not even gown a bother fixing my texts Cuz it's 1am my hands are real bad my tummy hurts and I'm crying Cuz I sw the cugst baby kitty tmi the world okay?
In way to depressed to be crying over a kitten ngl
#I really do hate having to fix my texts but I got shit on too much for not fixing my slipups that auto correct didn't catch#People accused me of being high like no my hands just shake like crazy and hurt sometimes#Even when I'm high I try to fix my texts and don't make too many typos.#I don't like people insinuating I'm like dumb or an addict or something just because autocorrect didn't catch my mistake and I was too tired#And in pain to fix it#Like. A lot of these autocorrect is actually catching which is good but sometimes my hands make. Too. Many jagged jumps and like#It shows more with like punctuation but yeah#It. Catches my. Mistakes better in tags than body text I'm ntoced
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^^^^ this because I am so fucking fascinated by the writing choices that led to this train wreck of a television program
I am now approximately 450 episodes into Naruto (OG + Shippuden) and the SasuNaru moments are. Uncountable. They aren’t even moments!!! it’s literally just the long running Plot of the show that Sasuke is so in love with Naruto despite his trauma, despite being brainwashed and groomed, that he understands he cannot go on with his self destructive plan while continuing to love him like he does. And Naruto is so in love with Sasuke that he Cannot let him go no matter what Sasuke does to try to end their obsession with one another up to and including fucking killing them both. That’s it. That’s the whole plot!!! It’s not subtext, its not a fan theory, it’s just plain as day right there in the text of the show. It’s just CANON
Meanwhile in all those 450 episodes Sakura loving Sasuke has only EVER been shown to be own sided. Sasuke has shown one (1) nice gesture to Sakura specifically, and it was thanking her for being his friend JUST PRIOR TO KNOCKING HER UNCONSCIOUS and LEAVING HER ASS. Even the one side is weak; Sakura is so poorly written she essentially has nothing to do when she isn’t with a male character, so she never really expresses any strong feelings about Sasuke UNLESS it’s because she’s standing next to Naruto, who is currently having a homosexual crisis about him. At which point she’ll be like ‘yeah I love him too’. THATS IT.
Granted I still have 400 episodes of shippuden to go but Sakura and all the female characters are so butchered by the writing that like 80% of the male/female relationships come off this way. The two with the most chemistry quite honestly are Naruto and Sakura, because in the writing men’s emotions are seen as significantly more valid than women’s. Women are simple, stupid creatures, who obviously could never understand the depth of emotion Two Bros have for one another. All the admiration, devotion, obsession, and respect a man in love with a woman would afford her cannot exist because the show does not admire and respect women, and therefore the male characters have no choice but to afford it to one another.
At the end of the day it’s not Sakura who closes her eyes in the middle of any random episode and pictures NAKED Sasuke and sighs tenderly, missing him so much it aches. Naruto does that. Its not Sakura Sasuke is thinking of when he realizes he must sever the bonds of love that keep him together and whole and himself if he’s ever going to go through with his self destructive plan. It’s Naruto. It’s not Sakura who is so devoted to Sasuke that she refuses to let him go even within her own thoughts, not Sakura who feels so possessive of Sasuke that she ripped her own skin off when somebody else called Sasuke theirs. That would be Naruto. ITS NOT SAKURA WHO HAS DIED FOR HIM, WOULD KILL FOR HIM, WOULD GLADLY RIP HIMSELF APART JUST TO SHOW HIM HOW MUCH HE MEANS TO HIM, WHO HAS KISSED HIM ON THE MOUTH. THATS NARUTO!
A N D Y E T—
Naruto: I just have to keep thinking about him, no matter what anyone says. If he really has nowhere else to go……I’LL be the one he can come home to
Me:
#so WHAT are you TALKING ABOUT Sasuke loves Sakura. it’s such a weird cope it borders in poor reading comprehension!!!!!!#naruto is such a fascinating show to me because#is it truly just that they hate women so much that makes it gay?? I don’t think so#I think this is beyond that although they do obviously hate women#truly I think the author accidentally wrote something incredibly gay and it got away from him#so in an attempt to get it reeled back in we had to invent the world’s most contrived romance#that’s also in my opinion why Naruto is straight in the filler!!!#because they knew the text was way too gay so they have to take the opportunity in the filler to convince us he likes women#so they’re always putting in some Girl naruto can have a vague Thing with#except even THEN naruto is like ‘ew girls are gross anyway totally unrelated I’m going to picture sasuke’s butt’#HELLO?#I really think it was SOMEBODY’s intent to make them gay for each other#if not the writer than some hero at the animation studio or something#idk but it’s as fascinating to watch as it is frustrating#because the women of Naruto get some of the most shit writing of any show I’ve ever seen#and I LIKE SAKURA. A LOT !!!!#she’s one of my favorite characters despite it all!! there’s so much could do but all she becomes is evidence that Sasuke is straight#last night while we were watching Cam (who does ship EVER and does not understand or have any knowledge of shonenai or shipping culture#was watching Naruto say that quote and went ‘dude if only somebody could just talked to him’#‘to just make him understand that these feelings he’s having are ..love. surely kakashi could do it there’s no way he’s all the way straight#‘but I wish somebody could help Naruto come out’#LIKE HE REALLY SAID GAY LOVE WOULD FIX THEM BOTH !!!!!!!!!#and he’s RIGHT !#ok sorry for going in a rant Nero I’m just. so obsessed with this bizarre dynamic#and this is why divorced dads sasunaru is the only form of sasusaku I will accept
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miguel and his sunshine human gf that loves to annoy the shit out of him and sometimes in order to stop her/calm her down he has to put her in an air jail 🤭
ardor and annoyance

miguel and reader who's a bundle of energy and joy. having to tame your late night rituals is no easy task, but it's one that he's always willing to take. what's more important than having your dear lover in bed with you?
pure fluff. reader can be seen as either civilian/spider. is it really one of my fics if i don't write about how much miguel hates himself even by just a little bit
dividers by @cafekitsune

What Miguel learned from being a leader, setting an example, being his mother's son, and serving as a hero was patience.
It was a value that he had slipped up on from time to time, more often with himself. If he ever found himself at wit's end with someone else, he would mope until it passed or wait to get some precious alone time and healthily expresses his emotions by making a mess of his quarters and breaking down until he'd get tired and just sleep it off, restarting this precious cycle.
Eventually though, he had begun to no longer exhaust himself by getting angry. Unless the entire multiverse was at stake (ahem), then he'd have to spring into action. But his main priority now is to fix the problem, get it over with, rinse, and repeat.
When you entered his life, he realized that there was more to his ridiculous routines, more than his self-destructive attitudes, and that true patience came with love and caring as well. Obviously, he's light years away from being content with himself, but you redirect him, navigating through when that dastardly cycle repeats, so that you can wash it away and make him anew.
Miguel isn't the only one that has his layers peeled back though, there's so much that he notices about you. That composed and mature persona that you set up for yourself, that has built good albeit only professional connections with the other spiders eases its way into a bubbly and joyful demeanor whenever you're around him.
It almost didn't make sense, Miguel just seemed like the kind of guy to not want to do that with, to not want to relax around. He couldn't even relax on his own, the thought that anyone could feel comfortable in their own skin around him was shoved into the back of his mind. That connection that he so painfully needs is put aside for prioritizing the safety of everyone everywhere else.
Your true nature is infectious, to his dismay. It's too difficult to avoid the care that you're so insistant on giving him, it started with working overtime, to enjoying working overtime, to going over to Miguel's place for work purposes, to going over to Miguel's place for non-work purposes to kissing him for the first time, and now you're dating.
The catch with Miguel having let loose around him was that all that conserved energy circulated around his apartment, whenever he got home from another long day at the Society, he'd climb into you doing five different things all at once. Reading, watching a show, watching a baking show, baking a cake, and texting.
It was hectic, nothing that he couldn't handle, but how you're not on the verge of collapsing probably deep into the trenches of the night concerned him. For slightly more selfish reasons, Miguel doesn't like not having you in bed with him. This wasn't as extreme as the missions he took up at work, but it was a mission nonetheless.
You're... Busy, Miguel doesn't know what with. He sees yarn, he sees cookie dough, he sees a laptop, tablet, phone, and headphones, and so many other trinkets that are buried under the pile that you've built on the kitchen counter. Your focus shifts between each individual station, and Miguel shifts closer and closer to you quietly.
You're occupied on the laptop, occasionally looking at the stove while you're doing so. Then returning to your yarn and now knitting needles? Before mixing the cookie dough even more and even liking the mixture off of the spoon, humming to yourself contently.
You don't even notice that Miguel is right behind you, until he secures you against his front and lifts you up with a squeal.
"Miguel!" You whine, squirming against his solid arms. Your feet swing in the air and you try to push his hands away from your midsection, but there's no use in trying to free yourself when it's with him anyway.
"Go to sleep. No más tonterías, cariño." His voice is fogged by sleep, as his grasp on you tightens. You turn slightly with what little space that you have and you can see his slumber muddled stature. Tousled hair, relaxed expression, eyes half-lidded, and he raises a brow at your staring. "What?"
"Nothing," you sigh, "I'll go to sleep, you just have to let me go."
Miguel shakes his head, rocking your swinging body from side to sidet to go along with it as well. "No, I don't trust you." There's a humorous fry to it, you accentuate the pout on your lips, and he laughs.
It takes a little while for you to convince him to put you down, you can't say this is the most uncomfortable position for you. Whenever you're around Miguel, you always wind up in his arms one way or another, but this time that principle is just being used against you. The conversation shifts, less about your captivity, more about Miguel's day, your day, anything new outside, anything new in Spider Society. The position you're in, the silky nature in his voice, it gets you groggy and Miguel can sense it.
He wins.
He handles you to the bed properly now, laying your once tireless form onto the comforter as he tucks you in. You don't even try objecting anymore, the stove is still on, the video on your laptop was probably still playing, and that knitting project will have to remain unfinished until tomorrow, but it was fine. You know that everything is fine when Miguel gets into bed with you, pressing his lips to the top of your head in one long kiss.
He wins this little dispute of yours, but you know that you've won at life knowing that your nights end like this, engulfed in his embrace, the sound of his breathing bringing you to a deep sleep as well.
#spiderman: across the spiderverse#spiderverse#across the spiderverse#atsv#spiderman#spiderman 2099#miguel o'hara#miguel o’hara#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel o'hara x you#miguel o'hara x y/n#miguel o’hara x reader#miguel o’hara x you#miguel o’hara x y/n#x reader#x you#x y/n#miguel o'hara fluff#miguel o’hara fluff#fluff#romance#i actually responded to the request this time#are you guys proud of me
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text message prompts
[text] You okay?
[text] GO TO BED!
[text] hey you better be alive in there
[text] SOS save me please holy shit
[text] call me this date is going so bad
[text] I have way too much shit to do.
[text] Honestly I'm really worried about you.
[text] Why are you trending on Twitter?
[text] Please let me come over and pet your (pet).
[text] We are in the same building, you could come talk to me.
[text] It's not going to work out.
[text] This is a terrible idea.
[text] people have fetishes
[text] They really do crucify anyone these days huh
[text] I don't know why but that really means me want to stab you
[text] That movie was awful.
[text] For the love of god please help me
[text] I fucked up. I fucked up really bad.
[text] I'm blocking you.
[text] YOU ONE BRAINCELLED BITCH
[text] I regret swiping right.
[text] Everyone lies on their dating profiles.
[text] That absolutely can't be an actual picture of you.
[text] This forced open my third eye and I saw the devil
[text] I'm like a child in line for the newest fucked up disney ride
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[text] That's just all fucking sorts of fucked up
[text] Why are we here? To suffer? Every other day I get messages that cause pain
[text] In the department of old man fucking, we've got you beat.
[text] have you gotten any work done?
[text] I am beyond shame, try again
[text] You left your left your underwear at my place.
[text] Don't you dare put this on Facebook.
[text] My brother in Christ you're being haunted
[text] I want to wring you like a wet towel and slap you against a wall
[text] The mind is weak but the body is funky
[text] I'm a zombie the law can't stop me.
[text] Jealous of my massive honkers
[text] We left you to die to play minecraft
[text] She would never ever take away one of these stupid fucking hats
[text] I puked all over the Uber driver's backseat.
[text] I just took a screenshot of that and posted it to Reddit
[text] You said you'd be right back and it's been months.
[text] Can't we talk about this face to face?
[text] Yeah, you'll come learn I just have a thing for milk
[text] Why did you like one of my pics from 2014?
[text] Now's as good a time as any to exchange nudes.
[text] Why would you send me an eggplant emoji?
[text] I write five paragraphs, pouring my heart out, and all you reply with is k?!
[text] Who would dare to lie on the internet?
[text] When I die, please delete all my shit off the internet
[text] He's so hot, I briefly started texting like a straight person
[text] And because I'm god and I've decided that; no, in fact, I'm not done.
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[text] I know you love bloopy reggae jams, now is not the time.
[text] You better not be standing catatonic in your room again.
[text] God has abandoned his children but unfortunately for you I pay child support and I will smite thee.
[text]: My neighbor just told me he can fix my water heater for 50 bucks. I’m skeptical.
[text]: Do you have any idea how much it costs to buy apples? I paid 10 dollars for 6.
[text]: I mean, I wouldn’t say I have a problem with buying Squishmallows..
[text]: Hey, so you know how you told me no dog? *sends pic* I don’t do well with no’s.
[text] Stuart Little is a bitch and Remy could take him any day.
[text]: My roommate just said that Lola Bunny is hot. I’m moving out.
[text]: Hey I posted that vid of you drunk, singing Ariana Grande, wearing all black and people said not to do it again. Sorry.
[text]: Do you think the price is ever right? Like, I feel like it’s not.
[text]: I booped your nose. Boop the last five people you texted or–nothing happens really.
[text]: I’m actually in the ER and it’s a long story that involves Best Day Ever from spongebob.
[text]: I fucking hate you–wait you’re not my ex. Who are you?
[text]: You ever ask yourself if birds see a bee and just go ‘wow a bee’? im high.
[text]: sometimes all i think about is–sour patch kids. bet you thought it was you.
[text]: I love you—not as much as I love my dog. But still a lot!
[text]: I found a cat on the way home and now it’s mine. But it hates my guts so this should be fun.
[text]: I have questions about the marvel cinematic universe…how long do you have?
[text]: why do donald duck and winnie the pooh not have to wear pants but other people do?
[text]: Hey you know that show floor is lava? I may have turned the apartment into that..this isn’t a joke, btw. the floor is sticky.
[text]: I bought too much soap off etsy and now I don’t know what to do with it…I smell like Captain America.
[text]: On a scale of one to ten, how many drinks would you need to sleep with me? This isn’t a tiktok trend…or it is.
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ℳ𝒶𝓎𝒷𝒶𝓃𝓀𝓈 𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓇
Chapter 8- hate you too
Summary: Rafe is back at Tannyhill, taking care of “business.” Pope gets himself into some trouble, and you get to talk to Rafe again. But by doing so, you betrayed the pogues and your brother.
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“Look at you! You’re so grown up!” Big John told you, you gave him a smile and wrapped your arms around him. It had been a while since you’ve seen him.
Everyone celebrated big John’s return to the Chateau, JJ hopping on his back with a wide smile on his face.
JJ thought of him as the father he never had, whenever your guys dad used to hit him, he always had a place at the Chateau. You had even been there quite a few times, when it got real bad.
You all sat down now, listening to them explain everything.
“Yeah, yeah, so we, um… we went to the archive in Charleston, and, uh… it was a dead end. A dry hole.. so…”
“So that’s the gold, the cross, and now El Dorado. We’re there for three, guys.” Pope spoke, pausing. “The streak continues.” He scoffed. “That’s great.”
Pope and Kiara left, you looked at JJ and he stood up. You did as well, mostly because he was your only ride at the moment.
You got him a new bike with some of the money you saved, and you were fixing the car later.
“I’m going fishing. Thanks for the beer.”
“Yea, thank you. See you guys later.” You told them, giving John B and Big John a small smile before following him.
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“The cross is not on the train, Rafe. It did not arrive. Somebody stole the cross.” Wards voice spoke over the phone.
“Oh my God, wait, who stole it?” Rafe spoke, feigning his confusion.
“I don’t know who stole it, Rafe!”
“That’s rough.. I- I mean it could’ve been anybody, really, right?”
“Not really, Rafe. It could be one of a very few people.”
“Well, I mean, you know, we were just giving it away anyway… so, who cares?” He shrugged. “Who cares?”
Ward exhaled, making Rafe have a smug smile on his face.
“Okay, Rafe, okay. That’s done for now. I need you to finish the list I gave you. I want you to… sign for the east river property, when that’s completed, shut down the offices-“
“Yeah, no, I- actually I wanted to talk to you about that. Uhm, I’m thinking maybe we should keep the offices.”
“..what?”
“Yeah, I’m thinking maybe I should stay down here for a while. You know, really grow the company. I think it’d be good for us, right!”
“Listen to me, Rafe-“
“No. No, no, no, you listen, okay?” He put himself on speaker. “You listening? You remember when you told me to make myself useful? Well, thats exactly what I’m doing. I’m making myself useful, alright? I can do shit, you know? Explore options… so for the benefit of all, I think I’m gonna hang out for a while, okay?”
“Rafe, listen to me, you are there for one reason. You are to act as my proxy to shut down the companies, okay? That is our one play, and if you cannot do it-“
“If I can’t do it? If I can’t do it, then what? Then what?” He shouted, “you gonna hop on a plane? Come down here? I mean- it’ll be like a goddamn Elvis sighting! Ward Cameron, everyone! Oh my God, he lives! He’s back from the dead!”
Rafe scoffed, looking down at the ring on his finger.
“I got the family ring now, Pops. Yeah, I’m wearing it, and it’s my time to step up, okay? You’re dead.”
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You took a deep breath, raising your hand to knock on the door.
“Hold on!” Ricky shouted from inside, you heard rummaging before he came over and opened the door.
He looked at you, your eyebags dark, your clothes dirty and ruined, your expression tired.
“Holy shit.” He spoke, dropping whatever was in his hands before stumbling to pick it back up.
“I- i heard you were back and i tried texting you- but-“ he said with a laugh when you wrapped your arms around him.
“Broke and lost my phone.” You told him, smiling as you pulled away from the hug.
“Shit- uh, come in.”
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“And rumor has it, along with everything else, you stole that catamaran out there.”
“I didn’t s- I was with Sarah Cameron when i was on that boat. That’s their families boat!” He pointed.
“Not according to the registration. It’s Rafe’s boat, and he says you stole it. He’s keeping it here because he doesn’t want you around it.”
“Okay, Billy, come on. There’s got to be something.”
“I’m sorry kid.” Billy sighed out. “Guffy put the nix on it. Okay? I can find cheap help that doesn’t piss my clients off.” The phone started ringing and Billy glanced over. “I gotta go.” He sighed, leaving.
As JJ walked on the dock with tears begging to be let out, he heard a familiar voice shout.
“Damn, Rafe. Come on, country club. Bro, how are you gonna have this and not even tell me! You got a whole YMCA up on this bitch, dude.” Barry spoke with a laugh.
“Barry! Time to think. All right, we need to make a move.” Rafe shouted, standing up now.
“That’s all we do, bro. We been making moves.”
JJ hid, watching the conversation and listening in on it.
“Yeah, well we don’t have much time. Yo, come down here, you’re not gonna believe this shit.” Rafe spoke, all of them stepping down.
JJ sighed, thinking as he stood up. He took off his shoes, and dove into the water.
“I’m just saying we need to take this shit seriously.” JJ heard Rafe say when he went closer, now in front of the boat.
“Dude, bro, i should get a tooth made out of this, huh?” Barry asked, smiling as he held up a bar to his teeth.
“Look, don’t be touching the shit. Just put it back.” Rafe told him.
“So paranoid, bro.”
“I don’t give a fuck about the cross. I’m trying to make money.”
JJs head snapped up at his words.
“I told you, my aunt, she got some contacts. She gonna help us move these little bitches. The gems, the nuggets, the whole damn melted enchilada.” Barry told Rafe.
“These gems are mint, man. The golds bullion. We’re selling it in bars. Alright? I’m not gonna deal with some half assed pogue shit with some reject from Zale’s, bro-“
“Watch how you speaking about my auntie, dog.”
“I’m not talking about your aunt. I’m just…��� JJ swum back to the dock, the rest of the conversation not important now that he knew about the gold and the cross.
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“Pope… he has the cross and he melted it down.”
Popes face fell, he stared out into the water.
“Fuck!” He shouted. “Of course it was Rafe.” He said as he panted.
“Yeah, I mean, we probably coulda guessed that.” You said.
“The cross of Santo Domingo, desecrated! For money? God!”
“I know.. so.. I think we need to stay calm to make a plan, but we got to stay-“ JJs sentence was cut off as Pope smashed the floorboards.
“Getting better at that.”
“This is messed up, man. Even for them.”
“I know.” JJ said.
“Couldn’t agree more.” You told them.
“And they’re just gonna keep getting away with it. They’re gonna keep doing that shit. Gonna keep winning.”
“I mean, pope, is this news to y-“
You hit JJs shoulder before he could finish that sentence, giving him a pointed look as he rubbed his shoulder.
“No. But I’m sick of being the good guy.” He said, before walking away.
“Pope.” Cleo said, but he started to run. “Pope, where are you going?”
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“Well, I appreciate the help, you three.” Mrs. Heyward spoke, you and Cleo coming out and setting up tables.
“You know I ain’t missing Mrs. Hayward’s cooking.” JJ said with a small smile, wiping down the table.
“Unlike my derelict son. He’s usually here by now”
JJ tried to steal something off the grill, but his hand was slapped away.
“I’m sure he’ll be back any second, Mrs. Heyward. Probably just going through a rough time. It’s been hard adjusting back to normal life. For all of us.” You told her, a hopeful smile on your face.
“Either one of yall moved the pistol from in there?” Heyward spoke, pointing to the inside. “The one I keep under the register?”
“JJ?”
“Whoa, okay, I didn’t touch it. Okay?” He quickly defended
“He didn’t.” You told him.
“Yeah, well somebody did. Cause it’s gone.”
“I got my own gun, Mr. Heyward.” You held your hands up in defense when he looked at you.
“You see? I- dang it. I gotta find it.” He stormed inside, Mrs. Heyward following.
“Shit.” You muttered, turning to the both of them
“He’s going after Rafe.”
“I’ll check the marina.” You quickly spoke up. “Okay… I’ll come with.” JJ spoke, but you shook your head.
“Go with Cleo to Tannyhill. I doubt he’ll be at the marina still.”
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“I haven’t talked to you in a minute, all right? No, look, listen, okay, the situation is we got… I got it. I got it right here. It’s bars, in bullion. All right.” Rafe spoke on the phone, pacing on the boat.
Pope held the gun, moving it up. He cocked it, pointing it to Rafe and aiming carefully with tears in his eyes.
He heard the footsteps before he heard your voice.
“Pope..” you mumbled. “If you do this, your whole life will go to shit. Trust me.”
“I don’t care.”
“But you care about your mother. And your father. What would they think?”
“I think they would understand how I feel.” Pope said, tears now streaming down his face. “For once, he would lose like we always do.”
You sighed, sitting down next to him and putting a hand on his shoulder, as he spoke.
“It doesn’t matter anyways. I’ve lost everything.”
“Are you kidding? You have a family, you have a home. You have friends that would kill themselves for you. Pope, you are the smartest fucking kid I know, but that is some bullshit coming out your mouth right now.” You paused for a moment.
“I know that right now it feels like nothing matters, and believe me, I’ve been there, but trust me, what you do is going to matter.” You continued.
You grabbed his arm, lowering it along with the gun, he exhaled and sobbed. You held him, letting him cry into your shoulder.
“Just breathe, dude. You’re good.”
You glanced back at Rafe on the boat, watching him pace back and forth on the phone.
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“I’m sorry, J. I already asked, but there’s no room left in the house. I’m sorry.” You told him, a sad smile on your face.
“You think you can stay at the Chateau for a while? I- I just got this new job, and I’m really trying. I swear. I’m gonna get like- I’m gonna have to get like two more, but I swear, I’m gonna get some place soon, even if it’s like.. a fucking shithole-“ you rambled on.
JJ nodded, cutting your off with his words. “I’ll figure it out, it’s all good. Don’t worry ‘bout me.”He told you, shrugging and putting his cap back on his head.
“Are you sure?”
“Jesus, I’m sure. Jb won’t mind, I already practically lived with him before, I’ll do it for years again if I have to.” He shrugged.
“Thank you, JJ. See you,” you nodded, giving him a small smile before walking away.
“See you, dude,”
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Yeah, a lot happened after that. John B showed up, Big John had been kidnapped, and now JJ and John B were going to some professors house to get info on where he might be, because all they knew is he was somewhere in South America.
And you were currently working two jobs, one of which was a bartender one.
The bar was in a club on figure eight, so of course you heard a bunch of shit. But today, you couldn’t help but listening in on the conversation.
“You know that Rafe Cameron is sellin’ fucking gold? From like some… ancient artifact or something?” One man said to another, downing the shot he had just gotten.
“Sell a bit here, a little bit there. Under the radar.” Rafe had told Barry when he talked about the plan for selling the gold. Clearly, that had not worked as well as they hoped, since word got around.
You listened intently, your job of wiping up the bar now forgotten.
“What? That’s weird. Heard he’s been on his fuckin’ rocker ever since his dad, and ever since that one girl from the cut.. what’s her name?”
“You talkin’ bout Maybanks sister?” The man asked, not even glancing at you as you filled up his cup again.
“Yes!” He snapped his fingers. “Her. He’s been weird since they broke up.”
“Has he, now?” You asked them with a quirked eyebrow. It was then they looked at you, eyes widening in realization.
“I mean, shit, I see why now.” One of them mumbled when you walked away, making you smile to yourself.
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Tannyhill parties. You hated them. You sighed as you stood in front of the house, shaking your head to yourself as you went in through the back and hopped through an open window, avoiding the dude at the front door.
Rafe really had to hire his own bouncer? That’s low.
You tried not to get spotted, and somehow it had worked. Because among all the drunk and horny teenagers, you were hidden.
You went up the stairs when you didn’t see him anywhere. And you glanced in his room, no sign of him.
“And, if you would kindly follow me, Miss Sofia.” Rafe spoke, guiding her outside.
“VIP section.” He spoke, putting an arm around her.
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah, only very, very special people are allowed here.. so.”
“Mm..”
“So you can see the water…” he pointed out to the ocean.
“Hey, that ain’t no Jim beam bullshit! All right? That’s Pappy Van Winkle, that’s like a days salary bro! Aye, if you don’t have a drink in your hand get the hell out of my house! Get off my property!” He shouted to the partygoers, all of them cheering at him.
“So this is the VIP life huh?”
“Mm-hmm. Yeah.”
“Cool.” She beamed at him.
“You wanna see some more?” He asked, but before she could answer he heard a a familiar voice.
“Nice party. This shit still tastes like garbage.” You told him, holding up the red cup with some expensive shit you got downstairs.
You wouldn’t admit it stung to see him with another girl. But you did like the way her smile faltered and fell when his eyes were on you now.
“How’d you get in here? Thought I had-“
You shrugged. “I used a window. Can we talk?”
He glanced at you and back at Sofia.
“Alone.” You clarified.
“I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere, yeah?” He told her quietly. She nodded.
You both went into his room, he shut the door behind him. You stood in front of him, your arms wrapped around yourself as you looked around the room.
“You wanted to talk, so talk.” He snapped impatiently.
“Jeez, okay, okay. Just cut to the chase, do you have my jacket? I haven’t been able to find it and I know I always left it here.”
“You came here, through a window, for a fuckin’ jacket?” He asked, his tone annoyed.
“No… that’s… that’s not my point. I just… Rafe, I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t need to be.”
He was listening now.
“Why the fuck did you burn down the cross?” You asked him.
“What?” He laughed, your sudden change in demeanor was hilarious to him. “I- it’s mine. Don’t you guys get that?” He pointed to himself, his eyebrows furrowed. “Mine. I fuckin’ went to hell and back for that thing.” He pointed, voice louder now.
“Yeah, all for some fuckin’ money! Which, may I remind you, you already have plenty of. You’re being an asshole, Rafe-“
“Yeah, and when am I not with you?” He scoffed.
“Do you really wanna have this argument? Right here? And while I’m here, I broke up with you, so why are you telling people it’s the other way around? You don’t wanna seem like a pussy or something?” You are practically shouting now, happy that the music drained out the noise.
“Oh, don’t even!” He laughed. “Are you fucking-“
“It is Popes cross, not yours. And just admit you don’t wanna be seen as the boy who begged and cried for his girlfriend to come back!” You yelled at him, poking your finger into his chest.
When the fuck did you two get so close to each other? You thought.
You looked up at him, panting. He stared down at you. He grabbed your wrist, harshly holding it in his hand.
Your heart raced as he leaned down, capturing your lips in a fiery, heated kiss. One full of anger, pent up feelings. Of course, you didn’t reciprocate at first.
You fell under his spell, however, seconds later, kissing him back. His hand let go of your wrist, and were currently on your sides, pulling you even closer as you both crashed onto the floor, you straddling him.
“I- I fucking hate you.” You muttered when you both pulled away, causing him to smirk against your lips.
“Hate you too.” He told you, going back to shoving his tongue in your mouth.
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Organized Prompt List
Funny
"Oh my god, i feel like shit." "Gee, I wonder why?
"I have the attention span of a goldfish on speed, and I'm okay with that."
"So, I have a surprise for you..." "Why'd that box just move?"
"If you're feeling down, I highly recommend binge-watching old episodes of 'Friends' and pretending everything's fine."
"It's all shits and giggles until someone giggles and shits." "What the fu-"
"I don't know which is worse: the taste of this coffee or your sense of humor."
"Please tell me you have a spare key..." "...That was the spare key."
"It's three in the morning." "Yeah, and...?"
"Well, that was a terrible idea..." "It was your idea!"
"We've nearly died enough today so please get down before you bust your head open."
"You were so high you had a staring contest with a photograph of my dead grandma."
"I can hear you sighing in disappointment ya' know...you're not exactly subtle."
"If you die, just know I'm bringing you back just so I can put you back in the ground myself!"
“Uhhh…how many of those have you ate?” “I don’t know, like five?”
“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve heard all day.” “It’s 9:05 am.”
“I’ve been thinking…” “Well don’t hurt yourself.”
“I need some advice.” “You came to me for advice?”
“Did you go to the doctor?” “No, I slept for nine hours.”
“I think I need therapy.” “I think you need a reality check.”
“Do you remember that time we—” “Don’t…finish that thought.”
Fluff
"Did-Did you just kiss me on the forehead?" "I'm so so sorry, I've been babysitting all week, when I heard you say 'ow', i just acted without thinking."
"Please stop looking at me like that." "Like what?" "All...ya know, soft n' stuff...it’s freaking me out."
“You know, I can tell when you’re mad cause your cheeks turn this cute shade of red.”
“Have I ever told you how cute you are when you pout?”
“Will you just…just hold me?”
“Just pretend to be my date!” “Excuse me?”
“You know how proud you make me, right?”
“Can I…can I hold your hand?”
“Tell me, have you ever seen something more beautiful than this?” “Yeah, you.”
“Hey, I’m always gonna be here for you.”
“Oh my god…you’re jealous!” “I am not!”
“Are you blushing?”
“I love you.” “I know.”
“Would you stay with me…please?”
“I really, really want to kiss you.” “Then do it.”
“I think I’m in love with you.”
“I mean, yeah I’d make out with them but like—platonically, you know?” “…You-you can’t make out with someone platonically.” “Sure you can! We’ve done it like…I don’t how many times now.”
“Mmm…you’re so warm.”
“So, uh…how’d your date go?”
“Have you ever thought about…us. Y’know, as an item?”
Angst/Hurt
“You told me that I didn’t have to worry about them.”
“Will you just listen to me for a second?” “What do you think you could say that could possibly make this better?!”
“How am I supposed to trust you after that?!”
“Just-just tell me how I can fix this.” “You can’t.”
“Did…did I mean anything to you?”
“I’m sorry—” “Don’t-don’t apologize if you’re just going to keep doing this shit. Apologize when you’re actually going to change.”
“I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression.”
“You’re here.” “I’m here…just like I promised.”
“You didn’t call. You didn’t text. Nothing.”
“I…I never got the chance to tell you that I love you.” “Maybe that was for the best.”
“Every time I wake up, the first thing I do is look for you…but you’re never there.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” “It’s not your job to worry about me.”
“There’s a part of me that still loves you…and I absolutely hate myself for it.”
“You’re in denial—” “I am not in denial!”
“You can’t just keep ignoring your feeling like this.”
“So what, that’s it?” “Yeah…yeah I guess it is.”
“No! You can’t give up like this!”
“It’s…you’re too late.”
“Maybe we should just…stop.”
“I need you to wake up now…cause I can’t do this without you.”
Smut
“You’ve got quite the mouth on you, ya know? Someone should teach you what to do with it.”
“You don’t have to do that.” “I want to.”
“C’mon, let’s get you into the bathtub.”
“Who do you want?” “You.”
“Why are you in my bed—wait! Are you naked?!”
“Can I at least take my shoes off before you jump me?” “…I guess.”
“I’ll kiss you if that’s what it takes to shut you up.”
“I swear to god, if I’m late because you can’t keep it in your pants.” “I can’t help it when you look so good.”
“Look at how needy you are, even after everything we’ve done.”
“We…we shouldn’t do this. It’s a bad idea…right?” “Yeah…yeah, definitely a bad idea.”
“I’m about two seconds away from bending you over this counter, don’t push your luck.”
“Bite me.” “I mean, if you’re offering.”
“I told you that I’d take care of you, did you think that I wouldn’t follow through on that?”
“Oh, fuck me.” “That’s the plan!”
“So good for me, just look at how much you came.”
“Oh my god!” “You’d better be quiet if you don’t want everyone to know how much of a slut you are.”
“It’s not my fault you keep turning me on!”
“Are you serious?” “Does it look like I’m joking?”
“This stays between us.”
“There’s people here!” “I know.”
//Dividers// sister-lucifer
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never let go // trevor zegras
part 1 pairing: trevor zegras x reader
word count: 3.9k (i’m sorry i went overboard again)
a/n: jumps between povs, each part is labeled and split by long black divider though (if you don’t like this sort of thing, sorry <3), no use of ‘y/n’ again.
warnings: none (i think)
(him)
Trevor just stood there, his legs wouldn't move, no matter how badly he wanted them to. He wanted to run after you but he couldn't. From his frozen haze he saw Luke run out the door. That should be him running to you and he knew that.
"Everybody out! Party's over!" Jamie yelled. Everyone quickly walked out. Jamie looked over to Nico. “Can you make sure everyone who shouldn't be driving gets an Uber, I'll pay, I don’t even care anymore just please make sure everyone is safe and out of here." Nico nodded and left, dragging a still slightly drunk Jack with him. He would be no help to the conversation about to happen in the state he was in. Now it was just Jamie, Quinn, and Trevor. Once the front door was shut Quinn forcefully turned Trevor around. He still looked shocked and a few tears had begun to run down his face.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Quinn finally spoke up. Trevor opened his mouth to say something but no words came out.
"If you weren't my best friend I would beat the shit out of you," Jamie said through gritted teeth. "Do you have any idea what you’ve done?"
"She," Quinn pointed towards the door you had just walked out of, "is like a little sister to me and you just broke her heart in front of an entire party of random strangers." Quinn's voice was calm, too calm, it was frightening. "And you're not my best friend so I will gladly beat the shit out of you." He stepped forward but Jamie stopped him as Trevor finally spoke.
"I didn't mean for this to happen," he whispered.
"What do you mean?! You went into this whole thing knowing you had feelings for her."
"What thing?" Quinn interrupted.
"Do you wanna tell him?" Jamie crossed his arm. Trevor said nothing. "Are you really going to make me tell him?"
"We've been sleeping together," Trevor said softly. Quinn exhaled.
"How long?" He asked.
"Since my birthday," he paused, scared of how Quinn would react after he said his next words, "last year." Quinn saw red. Yes, you were old enough to make your own decisions, but he hated that this decision ended with you in tears and running out the door.
"You've been stringing her along for over a year?!" Quinn's voice got louder with each word.
"No, I swear! I didn't think she felt the same way I did, and if-" Trevor's voice broke.
"Come on, Trevor," Jamie sighed. "You're dumb, but you're not that dumb. Everyone can see that she loves you and you love her."
It was quiet for a moment.
"You better fix this," Quinn spoke one last time as he headed for the door, he didn't trust himself to not punch Trevor if he stayed any longer.
"She is the best thing that has ever happened to you, don't let her get away." Jamie walked away.
(you)
The first week after that night everyone gave you your space. Texts were your only form of communication, you didn't trust yourself to talk, you knew your voice would be coarse from all the crying.
Trevor would call and text you everyday and every time he did you ignored him. Eventually you muted his notifications, you knew you should've blocked him but you weren't ready for that.
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The second week after that night you no longer had space. At least one of your friends were with you at your apartments at all times. These days were filled with binge watching cringy reality shows and lots of take out. You started to smile and laugh again.
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The third week after is when you finally left your apartment.
On Monday, Quinn took you to the beach, complaining about how he was getting sand in places he didn't know sand could get into. You laughed as he got hit on, multiple times. He just awkwardly said 'thank you,' every time he was complimented. Once the, one sided, flirting stopped Quinn soon became your greatest enemy. When you got up to stretch your legs he took that as an opportunity to grab you and throw you into the water. Once you came out of the water you saw Quinn dying of laughter. When he saw the look on your face he ran for his life.
On Tuesday, Luke dragged you to an arcade. You beat him at air hockey and might have gotten a little too excited based on the looks you got from all of the parents with their little kids. He accused you of cheating saying 'You rigged this somehow. I should've won, I literally play hockey for a living!’ You just laughed and called him a sore loser followed by a laugh and, ‘Maybe it’s time you retire and I take your place. I do look pretty good in red.’ He just scoffed and walked off to the next game.
On Wednesday, Jack made you go to an amusement park. He said that the two of you had to go on every single ride. The day started good but soon Jack's face started to go pale. You said you two should probably leave but he refused. He said he was fine and that it was time for the big rollercoaster. As soon as you got off the ride Jack ran to the nearest trash can and threw up. You whispered a quick 'I told you so,' and Jack just gave you the middle finger.
On Thursday, Nico forced you to go on a hike with him, you hated this. He didn’t tell you how long the hike was going to be and you wanted to punch him. The hike was filled with you cursing at him, while he just laughed. It was worth it once you saw the view at the top. The smug look on Nico's face however, was not worth it. You jokingly said you would push him off the cliff if he didn't wipe that look off his face.
On Friday, Jamie just simply walked around town with you as you shopped, not complaining once, that night he took you to a drive-in movie theater that was playing your favorite movie. This might have been your favorite activity of the week. Just you and one of your closest friends laughing being a little too loud and getting told to shut up by the cars next to you, almost getting kicked out.
You thought you would get to have a quiet night alone on Saturday but that thought went out the window when you heard a knock on your door. You opened the door and saw all of them standing there, a couple holding snacks and a few holding blankets and pillows.
"What is all of this?" You laughed.
"We’re staying over," Jack said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, he then pushed past you letting himself in.
"Yeah, no, of course you can totally come in," you joked sarcastically.
"We know," Nico said, you playfully slapped his back as he walked by.
You watched as the blankets were dropped on the living room floor and the snacks were placed on the coffee table.
"I don't have a say in this, do I?" You crossed your arms
"Nope!" They all said in unison. You rolled your eyes playfully before joining them.
(him)
The last three weeks had been absolute hell for Trevor. During those three weeks he barely saw Jamie or anyone else, he knew he deserved that thought. The silence and alone time gave him a lot of time to think. When he wasn't in bed, he was out driving. He never had a destination in mind, he just wanted to clear his head but, as if the universe was playing some sick joke on him, he always ended up at your apartment building.
That Sunday morning was no exception. He sat there for what felt like eternity before he noticed people exiting the building. He focused to see who it was and he felt his heart start racing once he did. It was Jamie, Quinn, Jack, Luke, and Nico. Quickly he ducked, thankful that the parking spot he was in was somewhat covered by a tree. After a few minutes he finally looked to see if the coast was clear. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.
This was his moment. He could go up to you and finally explain everything, finally see you again, even if it was for the last time. He took a few deep breaths before opening the car door. Slowly, he walked towards the side entrance of the building. Once he got there he stopped and remembered, he had given your spare key to Jamie, he couldn't get into the building. He looked over at the intercom system and saw the button with your name. He obviously couldn't press it. You would turn him away immediately. He looked at the only other name that he knew.
Miss Bea. The old lady who lived across the hall from you. The lady who you would spend most of your free time with and the lady who always came over to your apartment on Sunday nights for dinner and card games. You both quickly became an important part in each other's lives. You were close, Miss Bea was like your grandmother and you were like her granddaughter. He knew that you had definitely told Miss Bea what had happened and he also knew that Miss Bea was terrifying when she was mad. With a shaky hand he pressed the button next to Miss Bea's name. He waited for a second before he heard her voice.
"Who is this? What do you want?" She asked quickly. Trevor froze and couldn't speak. "If this is some kind of prank or whatever you kids do these days you better get to running before I get down there." He knew that wasn't an empty threat.
"Hi-," his voice wavered for a second. "Hi, Miss Bea. It's-um-it's Trevor." He braced himself.
"You have some nerve coming here!" She was almost yelling.
"I know, ma'am, I know." He stopped and ran his hand through his hair, he didn’t know what to say, so he didn’t say anything. It was silent for awhile. Trevor began to think she had walked away.
"Are you here to apologize?" She said curtly.
"Yes, ma'am," he whispered.
"Speak up I can't hear you. I said, are you here to apologize?"
"Yes, ma'am," he said once again, this time loud and clear. It went quiet again. He thought that maybe she had just walked away as he just stood there for awhile. Soon the door in front of him opened and there stood the short but mighty, and scary, little old lady.
"You make her cry angain and I will end you." She pointed at him. "I know people. One call and they'll be here in a second."
Trevor gulped and quickly nodded his head in fear. He had no doubt that she did in fact 'know people,' and he did not want to meet them. She let him walk in front of her and he waited to help her up the stairs with an arm held out.
"Don't get all gentlemen like now." She waved her hand shooing him away. He nodded his head before turning and making his way to your apartment.
Before he knew it he was standing at the door. With a shaky hand he knocked before he lost the courage. Time felt like it had slowed down. Soon the door swung open.
"Guys, I told you-"
(you)
Your stomach dropped instantly. There he was standing right in front of you. Quickly you tried to slam the door but he stopped it with his foot.
"Wait!" You opened the door once again.
"How the hell did you get in here?" You wanted to yell but you didn't. Before he could respond you saw Miss Bea walking to her front door with a little smirk on her face. "Miss Bea?!" You said in disbelief.
"Are we still on for dinner tonight, dear?" She asked in the most nonchalant voice you had ever heard. Your jaw dropped. "Honey, we talked about this, close your mouth or you're going to catch flies." She joked as she closed her door, leaving you alone with Trevor. You quickly closed your mouth before looking at the boy who had caused you so much pain.
"Can we please talk?" He whispered.
"I don't want to talk to you." You started to shut the door again.
"Then can you please listen? Just listen to what I have to say and if by the time I'm done you still want me to leave I will leave and I will never bother you again." You let out a sigh and opened the door, slowly.
"You have 5 minutes," you knew that was far too generous but, sadly, you desperately wanted to hear what he had to say. You stepped aside and let him in. You watched as he looked around your apartment like he had never been there before. All of the pictures of the two of you and the small little trinkets the two of you had collected over the years were tucked away in the back of your closet. There was no trace of him anymore. "You're wasting time. You’re 5 minutes started when I closed the door." You said as you crossed your arms. Finally, he turned to you, and for the first time you got a proper look at him. His eyes were bloodshot, his hair was a mess, and his face wasn't as bright as it used to be.
"Do you remember that field trip we took back in second grade, to the aquarium?" He asked. You nodded your head, extremely confused as to why that is what he started with. He looked down at his hands. "You were terrified to walk through the shark tunnel, so I held your hand and promised that I would protect you." He chuckled but his voice was still shaking.
It took everything in you not to smile at the fond memory.
"That was the first time I felt it. Obviously I didn't know what ‘it’ was at the time. But when my mom picked me up from school that day I told her she had to take me to the hospital immediately. She asked what was wrong and tried to see if i had any injuries. I told her you gave me cooties. She just laughed and I remember I got so upset because I thought I was dying and my mom was just laughing at me. She finally asked me why I thought you had given me cooties. I told her that my tummy felt all warm and fuzzy after I let go your hand and it happened again every time you laughed or smile or looked at me. She laughed again and told me it wasn't cooties and that I would understand when I was older." He wiped his nose on his sleeve, you turned around and grabbed a tissue box.
"Here," you whispered softly as you offered it to him.
"Thank you.” He wiped his nose before continuing. "Then in seventh grade there was that cheesy little winter formal and that little dickhead Tyler asked you to dance. Except it wasn’t even a real slow dance you both just stood there awkwardly with your hands on each other’s shoulders, stepping side to side.” You let out a quick and short laugh. Trevor laughed too. "I was so mad that he asked you before I did and that's when I started to realize that maybe I wanted more than just a friendship with you. You two started dating and at first I thought it wasn't gonna last because, c'mon we were in middle school, middle school relationships never last. But somehow you did and you lasted all the up to the end of sophomore year, which surprised everyone, especially me. You two finally broke up because you caught him cheating-"
"Okay, okay, you don't need to bring that part up," you muttered.
"And then somehow Tyler ended up with a broken nose..." he trailed off.
"And you somehow ended up with bruised knuckles,” you chuckled. A lightness began to fill the air.
"Hey, don't look at me, Tyler never said who did it." He raised his hands up in surrender. You could see Trevor's face start to light up again. “The end of senior year came and prom was coming up. You went on and on about how there was no chance in hell you were going. You turned down a dozen promposals. I was able to convince you to go with me because I promised I would stay by your side the entire time. I still had to drag you out of the house though. That's the night we had our first kiss, it was during a slow dance, a real slow dance, and we laughed because it was a complete cliché. We never talked about that kiss afterwards, we both acted like it never happened, and I hated that. It terrified me but that's when I knew 100%," he paused as he took a small step forward, and you let him. "That's the night I realized I was completely in love with you. I have been in love with you since before I even knew what love was. I still am and I will always be in love with you."
You didn't know when they started but you finally felt tears stream down your face. You stood there in shock. He felt the same way you did. He was in love with you. He has been his entire life.
"I never acted on those feelings because I thought you didn’t feel the same and that you never would. I’m a complete mess and all over the place and you’re…” he paused. “You’re, you. Then my birthday happened and everything got so complicated. I should have told you that very first night but I couldn’t, I couldn’t ruin our friendship more than it probably already was. I need you in my life so I took you in whatever way that would keep you by my side. Which was fucked up and completely selfish," he whispered.
"But what about that night? You didn't seem to be in love with me then," your voice broke a little at the end.
"I thought you were mad at me. You were short on the phone with me and then your phone went straight to voicemail every time I tried to call and you didn't read any of my texts.”
“So your first thought was to hook up with some random girl?” You cut him off.
“No! I don’t know!” He stuttered loudly, regretting his choice of words when he saw your eyes filled with hurt. “Fuck! No! You make my mind get all jumbled up and I can’t think straight when I’m around you or even when I just think about you. I jumped to conclusions and I thought that everything was over, our friendship and our…whatever we became, and just the thought of that sent me into a self destructive spiral, I wanted to get you out of my head and I failed and I hurt you while doing so. I should’ve told you how I felt that night at prom. I should’ve tried harder, I know that now, and I should've fought for you. I should've ran after you that night.”
“Yeah, you really should have,” you whispered. Slowly but surely you could feel your heart getting put back together again with every word he said. You could feel your love grow the more he talked.
“I have been beating myself up everyday for the past three weeks because all I did was stand there and let you walk away. You are quite literally the best thing that has ever happened to me. I would give everything up if it meant you'd forgive me and that I could spend the rest of our lives making it up to you. I'd even give up hockey if you asked me to, I really hope you don't because I'm really not good at anything else." He was rambling, saying whatever thought came into his head. He went to continue speaking but you just laughed and closed the space between the both of you.
You grabbed his shirt and kissed him. You kissed him with everything you had. He stood there shocked for a second before he finally relaxed into the kiss, cupping your face with both of his hands. This kiss was unlike any of the kisses before. There was no rush, no roughness, there was just love. You could feel the love radiating off of both of you and you never wanted it to end. Sadly it had to. You had to breathe.
"What was that for? I mean not that I didn't enjoy it, I really enjoyed it. I just mean does-" you interrupted him with another kiss.
"Has anyone ever told you that you talk too much?" You asked as you pulled away. You wiped the few tears still left on his face and he did the same for you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, his wrapped around your waist.
"I've been told that once or twice," he joked, all you did was laugh before bringing him in for a soft peck. He leaned his forehead against yours, his eyes closed and face full of love and happiness. The two of you just stood there in silence for a moment, taking in and processing everything that just happened.
"Hey Trev," you waited for some kind of response. Which came in the form of a questioning hum. "You got the story wrong." You pulled away, and walked over to your couch, Trevor right behind you. You both sat down
"What do you mean?" He questioned.
"The aquarium," you looked at him with a smirk. "You were the one who was terrified to walk through the shark tunnel, not me." He looked at you like you were crazy.
"No I wasn't, it was you!" He argued. He leaned back against the couch and pulled you with him.
“Maybe you’ve fallen on the ice one too many times because I’m right,” you laughed, your laughter causing Trevor to laugh. You curled into his side and he wrapped his arms around you.
Once your laughter died down Trevor spoke up again.
“I’m so happy you forgave me because I did not want to fall victim to Miss Bea’s ‘people,’ that really would’ve sucked.” He shuddered at the thought.
You looked up at him and the scared look on his face caused you to smile bigger than you ever had before. He looked down at you and playfully scoffed at your smiling face before leaning down to softly kiss you again.
This is what you both wanted for the rest of your lives. Laughing until your ribs hurt, kissing like it was the last time, and all the good times and bad times in between.
It wasn’t going to be easy, and you still had a lot to talk about, but you knew, with every fiber of your being, that he was never going to let you go again, he was never going to let you walk out that door, and you were never going to let him do the same.
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SHSHS I KNOW THEYRE BACKGROUND CHARACTERS but- do you have HCS for Robin and Isa ???? I loved the little snippets of Robin and baby her in chapter 13 ??? TOO CUTE AA 💕💕
I’ve been waiting for someone to say this because I absolutely DO have fun little facts about these two 😫🙏‼️
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Robin Marsh-Broflovski



Very laid back and chill and has a small circle of friends
When she was a little kid, the only way Kyle got her to eat her vegetables was when he will eat them in front of her and say something like “you can’t eat it because it’s grown up food.” She will then beg to eat them because she was “grown enough” to eat vegetables. Grew up to really love cooked broccoli
studious queen 🗣️
very artistically talented, she’s always doing insane sketches, but doesn’t pursue art— she only does it as a form of expression more than anything
into psychology and human anatomy
has really thick curly hair and Kyle helped maintain it and keep it healthy (Grandma Sheila also helped!)
Stan loved styling her hair when getting ready for school when she was a kid (and little Robin liked it too. She always looked forward to this little morning routine)
wore the ushanka hat a bit around elementary, but stopped wearing after a year or so. When she left for out of state college, she brought it with her and wears it on occasion
got her first tattoo on her 18th birthday. She designed it, and Stan accompanied her when she got it.
When she’s in college, though she doesn’t admit it out loud, she tends to get really home sick and misses her family a whole lot. Kyle calls/texts her as much as he can (literally misses her so much and bawled his eyes out when he helped her move to her dorm). But, she does face time her family around the weekends 🥲
Isabella Marsh-Broflovski



plays the electric guitar!! Stan taught her everything she knows <3
got into skateboarding at the age of 5
The best way to describe her personality is canon South Park boys 💀 (or; early season Stan and Kyle). Girl is unhinged
has an undercut because her hair felt to heavy (and yes, she attempted to do it herself. Kyle and Stan had to take her to a hair salon to get it fixed)
sends brain rot content to Emi and Coop in their group chat LMAOO (knows chronically online stuff before it gets to them)
gets along with Grandpa Randy 😭 and it sends Stan into cardiac arrest every time he drags her to one of his adventures
likes to get into deep talks and debates with Kyle. When they disagree on something, they get louder and louder to prove their point. It never gets too serious tho cuz most of the time, Isa is just trying to rile her dad up by hitting him with some shit like “well if you don’t agree, then you hate women 🥱. You don’t hate women, right dad? 🫢 unless….” and Kyle would just go “WHERE DID THAT EVEN COME FROM?!? WHAT?!?! HELLO?!!”
Has the same laugh Stan has, they even snort the same way
Loves hanging out with Uncle Kenny because she thinks he’s cool, and considers Cooper as her cousin. “That’s my cuzz fr💯”
will not hesitate to throw hands at anyone. Do NOT get on her bad side !!!
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They’re absolutely my favorites 🫶 I sooooo wanted to include them more in the story. Ahhhhhhhh, I love these two dumbasses and their silly little daughters <3
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FIVE KITTENS + ONE = CAN I BE YOUR KITTEN TOO?

2023 | 13+ | ONESHOT | YANG JUNGWON × READER
SUMMARY as a lifelong and dedicated anti-kitten, you didn't expect that looking after your older sister's cat shop was a downright bliss—but shock is an underestimation when a human incarnation of a kitten appeared before you, slowly blinking at you with it's boba eyes.
AUTHOR'S NOTE cough cough.. the amount of 'kitten' titles in my jw oneshots 😗 also a celebration for 1000+ followers! :D
cats. kittens. endless purring. being smothered with adorableness was beyond your limit to function properly. okay, you take back your words that you hate kittens. you love them, you absolutely love them.
how can someone blame you for initially despising kittens though? when you've seen nothing but wicked kittens glaring at you down and hissing with their creepy arching back, you swore that was a tight stare down as you tried to escape it's wrath.
but how horrendous it is that your sister had been gatekeeping you from her heavenly kittens (not really), you had a week off from your devil of a boss and got to visit your sister after awhile.
unfortunately, she had matters to settle for two weeks and had to travel to another state which is miles away and had asked for you to look after her cat shop. being the anti-kitten you are, you smashed her request with a humongous imaginary hammer.
but it's safe to say that you've been bribed by a ticket to your favourite kpop idol's concert, immediately falling on your knees and praying enormously to your older sister's smug looking statue.
goosebumps initially riled over your arms, neck, legs, let's just say your entire soul when you pushed open the shop's screen door. you expected the vile creatures inside to immediately hiss and devour you but to your utter shock, they smothered you with kisses!
so here you are now, on your fifth day of nothing but utter bliss with your babies. thumbing through the pages of the magazine you took under the shelf after feeding the kittens, some of them finished early much to your amusement and quickly went to your side. oh what kind of merits have you done in your previous life to receive such adorableness?
contented, you fell into deep slumber with the kittens on your lap.
the bell rang, signifying a person's arrival—your ears failed to catch the sound of the footsteps as you were deep in your dreamland of hopping along on the puffy clouds with the kittens
"hm?" the person putted his palms on his knees as he lowers himself a tad bit to gain a closer look to your face. fixing his posture back, he roamed around the shop—sticking his finger in the cages as he cooed at the purring kittens.
humming to himself as he took a seat on one of the chairs, taking his time as he thumbed through his social media, and reading his groupchat's texts—replying back before his reflected boba eyes lifted on your slumber form, his eyelashes fluttered as he slowly blinks at you.
your eyes shot wide open for no particular reason, groaning as you fell asleep for more than you need. your head throbbing as you clasped it, looking around for your kittens until your sleepy eyes fell on—huh—you rubbed your eyes and squinted hard at the humongous cat before you, why the heck is it so big and tall? and why does it have a hoodie on with pants, cats aren't suppose to wear one, don't they?
"hi."
d-did it just say hi to you? the realisation sank into your sleeping soul as you screamed at the humongous kitten sitting on the chair across you. "fuck! why are you so big!" the rest of the kittens on your lap flew to the air, surprised by your sudden raise of voice.
the humongous kitten's boba eyes ogled at your chosen words, frozen at the spot as it stuttered terribly.
wait?! did you accidentally feed one of your kittens way too much? holy shit—what are you supposed to do now? did you just raise a titan that would devour the entire world? oh my god—oh wait— it isn't a... cat tho?
oh. it's a boy. not a kitten. oh shit, how seriously embarrassing is this?! stuttering in a low tone. "uh, welcome. is there anything i can help you with?"
an awkward silence engulfed the room before the boy burst out into an adorable giggle, his cheeks growing like a puffing steamed bun as he raised his fist up to his lips. his boba eyes crinkling into glowing crescents which had you screaming in your mind—holy shit, why there's a cute guy here?!
"you must have a really nice dream to think that i was a kitten." his voice laced with giggles shoot Cupid's arrow to your rampant heart.
"u-uh, i don't know?" you pressed your lips tight awkwardly.
"i thought you said you hate kittens though?"
your eyes widened in pure shock, with your fangirling mode switching into ultra protection mode. "huh, how did you know! wait, are you a stalker?!"
"woah, woah. chill, a bit? i got to hear it from your sister, she told me—"
"wait you know my sister?"
"yeah, i'm her friend. and she called me awhile ago if i could check on you for some reasons."
your eyes sparkled upon the quick speed of your realisation, clasping your hands together as you reminisce the glowing aura of your sister. "was she worried about my me?"
"no. she was worried you're going to bury the kittens."
"ugh, never mind." you rolled your eyes before the shattered holy image of your sister, internally screaming at her for doubting your clean-ass reputation. your neck grew goosebumps when you realise the boy still had his boba orbs fixated on you.
"w-what you looking at?" your eyes darted all around the space before swaying your hand before the bot. "shoo shoo!"
he burst into another giggle once again, amused. "seriously, you're still treating me like a kitten. for your information, the proper name is mr. yang. kindly call me that, instead of shoo shoo, will ya?"
"okay, mr. yang! how long did my sister exactly ask for you to be here?" you frowned, "i assume that checking on me means going after two minutes of being here, so what are you still doing here?"
"ouch, getting rid of me so quick?"
"if that's what you'd like to hear, then yes."
"god." his low voice gave goosebumps to you for the nth time. "give me a break, i just got back from work. tired, you know?" jungwon stood up, and the kittens on the floor grabbed onto his pants—climbing utterly fast till his hips. "plus the kittens seems to like me, don't you think?"
"i had no idea what my sister fed them to the point they're unbelievably comfy with people, actually. So don't get too high on yourself." nonchalantly replying you did as you observe the kittens, or maybe him.
"nah, the kittens surely likes me." his eyelashes fluttered up along his boba eyes to look at you. "but how about you?" mischievous smirk adorning his soft pink lips along with his boba eyes gazing deep into your soul. w-what the heck is he pulling with such good freaking looks?!
"u-uh?"
"i was asking if you like me too," jungwon lifted the kitten, pressing a gentle kiss on its head with his eyes still on you. "cause you've been blushing for quite awhile now."
"ha! that was the heat, you got really some awful tendencies to flirt with people you just met huh?" you scoffed as you brushed the kittens back with the hairbrush. "just like these little fellas."
"however.. cats don't ease up easily to people they don't particularly like." jungwon pouted in a playful manner, carrying the kittens in his arms as he slowly approached you. "cats also know very well who they want."
your cheeks flushed into an utter mess, looking away from his once adorable boba eyes that held the melody of a siren. he stopped before your sitting form, lowering himself down as he slowly placed the purring kitten on your lap.
"i don't know your name yet, mind telling me?"
"we're not friends, why would i?"
he pouted immensely, as he patted the kitten on your lap. "how cruel, well then. can i be your friend?"
"no thanks."
smirking he did as he gestured his index finger at the kittens. "then.. one, two— three, four—"
"counting for what?" you raise your eyebrow suspiciously. "if you're thinking to steal them, then scrap the idea."
"five." he hummed in utter delightment, "i'm actually counting how many kittens you had on your lap right now."
you had no idea what this cat-like boy were up to, that mischievous smirk never leaving his lips had you feeling so many things.
placing his chin on his palms, "ah. since you don't want me to be your friend, then.. since there's five kittens here, I wonder if i can be your kitten too?"
your cheeks heated up with his choice of words, your mind scrambled over whether he had gone insane. "w-what are you—"
whatever you're about to say though had gone to ashes, as you caught onto his boba eyes slowly blinking at you, his cheeks blooming into pink shade as his lips pulling up into another mischievous smirk. "the name's jungwon just so you have a name to call whenever you want me."

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Teeth
Part 10
Werepanther!Billy Russo x Female Reader
Masterlist
Warnings: Nothing much really, some smut, some angst, loads of dumbassery.
I'm waiting for you outside.' Is what he texts you on your first day back to work.
'Why?'
'Isn't it obvious?'
Oh, you hated him.
He looks fucking hot, because of course he does, dressed in his usual, but unbelievably attractive, work attire.
The bane of your existence that he is, gives you a nod of his head in greeting.
"I'm driving you to work."
The audacity.
You stop right in front of him, looking up at him evenly, trying your hardest not to smile, or look away, or look down at his lips-
"What makes you think, I want you to drive me to work?"
He returns your stare easily, and if you were any less angry with him, you would have folded.
"I know you don't feel safe, and I want to help you with that however I can."
"I didn't ask for your help, I'm fine on my own." You say obstinately.
A smile pulls on his face for a second, and you feel yourself get even angrier that he would find humor while you stare him down.
"I know you're fine on your own," he says, leaning into you.
You gulp at the praise, taking a step back, he guides you, corrals you, until your back is pressed against his car.
"I know how strong and how capable you are." He follows up, bracing one hand on the car right beside you, you glance down at it, observing the shine of his watch, feeling your heart vibrate rapidly in response to his closeness.
"I think, you're maybe one of the best in your fields- if not the best and I don't think there's much problems you can't fix."
"Uh-" You try to protest.
His other hand pressing against the car on the other side of you makes you shut up really quickly. You look up at him as he looms over you, the scent of jasmine filling your senses, his eyes are even, and dark, demanding your attention.
"But I know security, and your safety is very important to me. So get in the car, and let me at least drive you to work."
Your eyes drop down to his lips.
God, how you want to kiss him. Just throw caution to the wind and slant your mouth against his until you steal his hot breath with each slide of your tongue on his-
Shit. This was not the way you wanted to interact with him today. You wanted to be casual and indifferent, pull away and keep your distance, not think about jumping him the minute he got too close to you.
You knew how he would play this, gentle and earnest now, and then cold to you later. If whiplash was a person, you'd be staring right at him.
You still couldn't shake the way his words made you feel. The way he believed in you so easily made you want to melt into a hot, sticky puddle at his feet.
So you find some common ground, nodding your head in assent, watching him lean away from you. You turn, pulling the door open, and climbing into the passenger seat of his car without looking back.
It's a lot more torment than you can manage. The whole way there, you're thinking about how easy it would be to fuck him in the back seat, have him drop his pants and you'd lift your skirt and sink right down onto him. You wonder what kind sounds he'd make-
"Do you want to pick the music?" He asks easily, unlocking his phone and leaning it your way.
Your hands shake when you take it, picking a song you like and letting it play.
You study him intently, he keeps a straight face as the song plays.
It burns at you to the point where you have to ask.
"What do you think?" You ask evenly, trying your hardest not to ramble.
Do you like it? Do you hate it? I'm sorry if it's shit.
You don't understand why you need his approval so much. Why did it matter to you?
What was it about him, that made you want every ounce of attention he could give you?
"It's good. It's not my specific taste but I like it." He answers, glancing over at you.
You smile.
"It's really funny. I think I have the best music taste but also I'm so insecure about it too." You try to explain, beating yourself up after you say it.
You watch his mouth twitch in amusement.
"That's very cute."
You turn away to look out the window so that he doesn't see how wide you smile.
.
"I just noticed- you got your necklace back." Bily comments, as you sit across from him in his office.
You raise a hand, touching the panther.
"Yeah," You say with a smile, "Someone brought it back for me."
"I'm glad to hear it."
You swallow with a nod, eager to get back to discussing work, trying to reduce the amount of time you spend around him, worried that you'll just keep saying stupid shit.
.
He doesn't like the distance.
The physical chasm between you was hard enough to handle as is, but now you're actively trying to avoid him as much as possible at Anvil.
Sure, the drives to work kept you close, he was able to see you everyday, talk to you, even just a little.
But you'd taken to holding your tongue around him, smiling and nodding, or giving one word answers when necessary.
It was fucking agony.
He wanted that sweet girl back, the one that found difficulty in keeping quiet.
Billy suspected it was in part his fault. He doubted he was the most welcoming face, and he knew sometimes he came across dismissive when he was trying to tamp the beast down, his slipping self control could make him come across as irritable. There was also the guilty feeling in his chest when he got too close. He didn't want to devalue your work in any way.
But keeping you safe had become necessary.
With the robbery happening when he'd been dealing with the full moon, Billy realized that he'd have to be more vigilant.
New York could be so unsafe, and Billy would not let another hurt you.
He swallows angrily when images of the little scratches on your skin materialise in his head.
Killing those men had been necessary. Carving their faces up until they had been barely recognisable, leaving them in a place easily found by the target audience was detrimental.
The predator had been pleased with the shocked faces of those that had observed his work. The message had been clear; tread lightly, there was no criminal organisation out there that could keep anyone safe from him.
.
Billy wakes up when you say his name.
He blinks, sitting up in bed rubbing his eyes when he catches sight of you.
You're dressed in a satin nightdress, his hands clench into fists, eager to get his hands on the material.
He says your name, watches you smile at him as you get closer.
He's not wearing anything, only the black sheets tucked around his lower half protect you from seeing his hardening cock.
You don't seem to mind his state of undress, crawling into his bed, and not stopping until you're straddling his lap, right atop his covered cock.
He groans, and he watches you smile mischievously.
You lean closer, and Billy tilts his head up, closes his eyes, eager to kiss you.
All you do is press your forehead to his, rubbing your nose against the slant of his.
He says your name, a plea, an ask of desperation, begging you not to tease him.
You hum, little fingers wrapping behind his neck, a comforting hand on the edges of shredding his self control.
When he tilts his head up for a kiss, you move your head back.
Your fingers wander, exploring what's yours. Billy closes his eyes and surrenders himself to it, feels the trace of your gentle fingers over his collarbones.
He tilts his head back, all the weight of his torso propped onto his arms keeping him upright. He feels your fingers explore them too, carefully assessing each bicep, each line of his muscle.
He hopes you like it- the shape of his body- he hopes you like what you see.
He lets out a low groan when your fingers trace his chest, his skin tingles in the best way. He feels so open, vulnerable for you, and he can't fathom enough thought to build any walls against you and the way you make him feel.
He lets you explore his torso, eager fingers reaching behind to rub your soft hands against his back. His breath catches when he feels your nails claw against his skin for a brief moment.
He raises his head, tries to kiss you again, only to have you pull back with another teasing laugh.
Why were you punishing him? Hadn't he endured enough torment?
Apparently not, because in the next moment you drop your head to kiss his neck.
"Fuck." He grunts, tilting his head to give you more space to work, letting you kiss his neck to your heart's content.
You let out a hum of delight and his cock jumps, he loves the sounds you make.
You take it as an invitation, beginning to rock your hips against his gently, while you kiss his neck.
When kissing is not enough, he feels your teeth come out to play.
Perhaps you were a predator too.
Biting and licking and kissing his skin and all he wants to do is give in to you, let you take anything you wanted.
He just wanted to belong to you.
"I'm close." He warns, gasping as your hips speed up, doesn't remember any point in his life where he was this on edge from just someone touching him.
He can't fight it, fingers gripping your hair, pulling your head back so that he can press his lips to yours.
He wakes up, cock aching painfully.
It doesn't take much, just the dip of his right hand below the thin sheets, pretending that his rough palm was really your soft one, and stroking himself to completion easily.
His body heaves in air, post-orgasmic bliss easing the tension in his body.
He sits up, tosses the sheets off with his other hand and moves to clean himself up.
You're still asleep. He can see you through the open curtains of your room.
You'd started sleeping with them open, maybe a day or two now, and the beast hums, contented that he may have factored into you feeling safe in your own home.
You shift, pulling a pillow tightly into your body, tossing a lithe leg over it.
Billy smiles to himself, admiring you curled up, wishing he could be there with you.
He shakes his head, takes a deep breath. Your safety came first, and he was making steady progress on that- too much progress for him to stop now.
.
Sometimes he texts you at the end of the work day to tell you that he's waiting by his car for you. Other times, he shows up in your little office space, leaning against the door to look at you steadily until you notice him. Today, it's the former.
You've been doing this little dance for almost a week now, you're not sure how sustainable it is, but you're stubborn, and you refuse to indulge him in any kind of deeper interaction because you know he's just going to pull away again.
It was all muddled in your head, the way you felt about him, and the lengths you went to so that you could hide those feelings, the way he acted toward you, not saying a word to you in the elevator, but holding you so tight after you'd been attacked.
It was obviously, just better to pull away, which you had definitely been trying to do. You knew it would save you a lot of heartache later.
Unwilling to admit to yourself that maybe you were in heartache right now.
You almost fall when you see him.
He's bent over, foot propped against a little ledge built into the wall behind his car, running a soft cloth over the tip of his boot.
He's dressed in partial tactical clothing, tight shirt tucked into combat pants, and your mouth dries up at the very sight of him.
"Billy?" You call, as you make your way to him.
He raises his head, says your name in greeting.
When he catches your eyes roaming the expanse of his chest he looks down.
"Ran some combat sims today." He explains.
You nod, swallowing.
"Right." Is all you say, opening his car door and slipping inside without another word.
You let out a shaky breath.
Holy fuck was he hot. Surface of the sun scorching and even worse when dressed in attire that forced you to think about how he would look using a gun.
God, you squeeze your thighs together, trying to ease the ache inside of you. This definitely was not helping you pull away from him.
You startle a little when he opens the driver's side door and slips inside.
Your eyes are fixed directly forward, you hear him take a deep breath.
"How was work today?" He asks, his voice hitting a low timbre, still soft despite the rumble.
"Good," You reply, matching his soft tone, uncaring of how innapropriate it might be.
Your clit was aching too much for you to worry about appropriateness.
"I like solving problems." You follow up unnecessarily.
He hums, you squeeze your eyes shut when his car roars to life.
"Are you hungry? We can stop for something on the way home." Billy offers.
Home, because both of you were going to near the same destination.
"I'm okay." You answer tersely, "I'm gonna whip up something at home."
He nods, deep in thought.
"Is it okay if I stop? I'm not feeling to cook for myself today."
Your mouth parts, you turn to him. He glances at you when he notices your movement.
"I can- If- If you want- I'm making pasta and I always make too much-" Fuck fuck fuck, what were you doing? What happened to keeping your distance?
You take a deep breath to gather your thoughts.
"Would you like to come over for dinner? I'll make pasta. Or it's not a problem if you want to get something else-"
"-I'd like that." He interrupts, and you can't help the heat that flushes throught your body.
"Good." You nod in acceptance, turning away from him to face forward once again, pretending to be casual when really, you could feel the slippery glide of your arousal between your legs.
.
How many times does he have to fight himself, before it's too much?
Your scent fills the enclosed space of his car, your arousal so prominent he can near taste it in the air. It wraps around him, seeps into his every pore, torments him.
The beast rages.
Billy swallows, tightening his already white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel- a few more minutes of this and he's going to damage his car.
He glances over at you, you're typing animatedly into your phone, he studies your hair, memorises it, takes another deep breath.
He wonders how soft the skin of your bare thighs would be, he thinks about the way it would feel against his face.
He takes another deep breath at a traffic light, tries to be calm but the only air he can breathe is full of you.
"Are you allergic to anything?" You murmur, seemingly deep in thought.
He forces himself to think for a moment.
"Allergic- no, but I really hate green beans."
You hum, typing something into your phone.
"No green beans. Got it."
You accept it so easily, you don't ask why, and he likes that. He likes how easy you accept him.
"I don't like broccoli either, and cabbage is on thin ice."
At this, you give a little giggle, he smiles at the sound, feels himself be put at ease.
"I love broccoli, but I hate the way people make it seem that picky kids are a parent's worst nightmare. No one faults adults for being picky. I'm sorry if your parents made you feel bad for not liking what you don't like."
He sighs, blinks, doesn't want to turn the atmosphere sour with his past, but something inside of him itches for the comfort you would no doubt give.
"I don't really have parents." he says softly. He watches you turn to look at him from the corner of his eye.
"You don't?" You ask.
He shakes his head slowly, eyes fixed on the road as the traffic light turns green.
"I grew up in a group home, I don't know if my parents would have made me feel bad or not, but the people that took care of me definitely did." He ends with a humorous tone in his voice, trying somehow to lighten the mood.
He's hyperfixated on every breath you take as you process the information.
"I'm sorry." You finally say.
"It's-"
"-Are you really going to say it's alright? Was it actually? Did you feel safe and protected? Did you get to have toys and your favourite foods?"
Billy hadn't expected this. No one before had really prodded him after he'd given the brief overview.
"No." He says simply.
"Is that why you hate green beans?"
Right on the money.
"Yes." He answers, vaguely aware that he's shutting down, trying not to overshare his traumatising childhood.
"What's your favourite food?" You inquire softly.
He spares a glance in your direction.
You look at him evenly, Billy can tell your mind is already made up, despite his next attempts to change it.
"You don't have to-"
"-I know. I know I don't, but I want to. I know you're my boss, and maybe this is not the most appropriate thing, but maybe we can be friends too."
He couldn't fight the smile that pulls at his mouth even if he tried.
"Of course we can be friends." He murmurs, sparing another glance from the road to look at your face. Captivating in every way, blissful shelter, in a raging storm.
.
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A/N: What song would you play for Billy that perfectly encapsulates your taste in music?
Mine is either Devil's Advocate by The Neighborhood or Take A Slice by Glass Animals
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in-depth opinions on keefe (trying to return you to your roots: getting asks about kotlc characters)?
I may be putting several additional feet in several additional fandoms but I promise y'all have me prisoner and can send me as many keeper asks as you want <3
I will say these are my personal, subjective opinions! Which do include a bit of bias (TLDR at bottom)
For years I was perfectly fine with Keefe; he's never been my favorite, but he had some funny lines and an engaging presence. Never failed to liven things up. This changed around end of Legacy/Stellarlune.
It's not because I don't ship sokeefe, but because I felt sokeefe's execution was rushed and overshadowing the rest of the story. Wasn't even a full book since Sophie broke up with Fitz and said she wasn't ready for a relationship, yet there they are. I think they, and we, deserved more time. (and yes, Keefe exists beyond shipping, but given how HUGE of a role it plays in his in-text and fandom presence, i find it relevant)
Of course that's not Keefe's fault, but seeing all the adoration for what I found lackluster kinda pavloved me into a general distaste. Especially when done at the expense at Fitz, one of my favorites. Which is unfair, but I did say there's bias. That's not to say I'm mid on Keefe because I love Fitz or that you can't love both, just that personally I'm a Fitz fan, and seeing Keefe used as a direct comparison to shoot him down doesn't endear him to me (and no, not everybody does this, but I've seen it enough to be impacted)
As for Keefe independently, he's following the path of Ro. Too many traits are staying stagnant and becoming repetitive, which is adulterating what I used to enjoy. The way he steamrolls everything--forcing hands to go to Ravagog in Neverseen, running away in Lodestar and refusing to listen, the mercadir incident in Nightfall, the going behind everyone's back thing in Legacy, the running away again, etc. At first it was annoying but interesting, but at this point it's like...we're still doing this?
The amount of time and effort Sophie has to expend managing Keefe is ridiculous. if we could just knock him out for like 2 months I think she could fix everything. it's gone from a facet of the plot's challenges to straight up nuisance like get tf out of her way !!
Others have mentioned this, but the privacy invasion and making others uncomfortable is another thing that I didn't mind at first but became annoying. A joke or overstep here or there is fine; no one's perfect, and if it moves the story forward, sure. But he's constantly pushing and isn't sorry. And the more it happens, the less I can stand the earlier instances. I do my pagethroughs and just get annoyed where I used to laugh
Is there an understandable explanation for several of these points? yes. how the hell would he know how to have healthy relationships and boundaries when he's been set such bad examples? However, he's also being consistently corrected and ignoring that advice. He's given pep talk after pep talk, has fight after fight, and yet nothing's changed.
Do I think he's beyond saving? No. I've spoken with a few people about this, but I think a key thing holding him back is Sophie's "I could never hate you" promise she keeps making. Because Sophie is the main (if not only) thing that matters to him, he's got a built in safety net for whatever stupid shit he pulls, and never faces the consequences he's really afraid of.
If we took that net away, if he faced her genuine distrust and anger and upset and her exclusion and her hatred--without the "but not really just give me some time" vibe. I think that'd do wonders and we'd actually get somewhere. And also it'd be vindicating to see; the nightfall healing center fight is one of my favorite scenes
TL;DR: In summary, I don't hate Keefe. He has potential and I've enjoyed him in the past. But currently the combination of him being used against Fitz, the lackluster execution of sokeefe (imo), the privacy invasion, and stagnation don't do it for me. His kind of character already isn't my niche, and that doesn't help. Does he have potential to become less annoying? yes! i hope he does for everyone's sakes. until then, mild distaste for him.
i will be taking Fitz, Tam, Cadence, and Luzia and playing in the corner, thanks <3
(this is in no way against Keefe fans. kudos to y'all! i'm simply not one of you atm)
#kotlc#keefe sencen#quil's queries#nonsie#returning to my roots it's so good to be home <333#ty nonsie#a good ol fashioned unreasonably lengthed kotlc ask answer#i mean this all genuinely btw i love answering kotlc asks
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What would be your ideal Outlaws team + how would you go about writing/constructing it? <3
My ideal team is, maybe a little predictably, Jason Todd Eddie Bloomberg and Rose Wilson.
Gosh uhm!! First of all, little to no Gotham issues. I prefer Jason when he isn't in Gotham, or is at least not interacting with the Bats, so it's just easier to have him be somewhere else. Most likely, I'd start it off in Hollywood, because I see it starting with Freshly Revived Eddie (p sure he like, just got revived in the new Flash?) not really understanding what happened for him to die and plus he's just... alone. So he texts Jason and Rose to come visit him! But then when Jay and Rose get there (already skeptical bc hello, Jason hasn't seen Eddie since they were 15 and Rose is literally Eddie's ex) Eddie gets kidnapped by a demon/magician/brother blood/etc and Jay and Rose have to go after him and that sets up the start of the comic
I'd take a more magical route with it, personally. Obviously to connect it to Eddie's whole thing as a demon hunter but also to try and fix the All-Caste stuff that Lobdell came up with. Lots of potential there if it came from a better writer. I don't think Rose does anything with magic in canon, but I do always enjoy watching characters have to adapt to seriously fucked up shit. (Plus, she has Slade's meta powers. She'll be fine.)
This is also like, you know, THE daddy issues team. So many conversations to be had between Jason and Rose about their dads bc Bruce and Slade are eerily similar in how they cope with their respective issues. Jason and Eddie can also connect over their bio dads being kind of shit (I say kind of because there's nothing I hate more than physically abusive Willis Todd. I am not kidding when I say that's the worst Jason retcon that Lobdell has ever come up with) and how they never felt wanted or loved by their parents. All three of them can relate to how their parents' abandonment (or, in Rose's case, Slade's lack of knowledge) shaped them as people. Lotssss of parallels to be drawn here
Also, obviously, Roy Harper cameo. But get this. He's here because of ROSE. I do enjoy platonic jayroy (and romantic but I don't want it to be canon) but I think the connection Roy has with Rose is a little deeper. I think he'd want to check on her after so many years (he was her foster dad! for fucks sake!) and make sure that she's doing well, considering he knows how Jason can Get.
There would also most likely be a YJ/Tim's TT crossover because duh, Eddie and Rose were in TT03 and Jason has his whole Thing (negative) with Tim, but I'm gonna be so vulnerable here and admit that the only TT03 issues I read are the ones with Mia in them + #42 + the one where Rose lights up her cigarette with Eddie's mouth fire. So, you know, can't give much insight here. Not really a Titans fan regardless of the team itself but if this Outlaws was to ever happen I'd want the author to include them in something.
Also, I think we should get a special issue where Slade repeatedly gets his ass kicked. Rose doesn't even participate but Jason and Eddie do it in her honor. Just for funsies
OH ALSO. I'd want them to bring an artist from the 2000s back. I just don't like the current art styles nearly as much </3 unless it's Ngozi. Ngozi's art is too cute to say no and I would kill to see her draw Rose!! Or or, Jason Fabok, because his art is just everything
#I probably have more thoughts than this but i am Eepy#ly Tal!!#mine#royboymain ask#jason todd#red hood#rose wilson#ravager#eddie bloomberg#red devil#red hood and the outlaws#rhato#dc comics#batman#deathstroke
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God I just thought about an idea for pedro and reader, reading your last post...
They are in a relationship and live together. The reader is also an actress. She asks pedro to practice her lines with her. In the play, she is having a really long line, breaking up with the person ans leaving them... pedro can't continue... at night in bed they are cuddling and pedro talks about how he hated the feeling or the thought of the reader ever leaving
(changed this slightly, hope that is OK...)
bad acting (pedro pascal x gn/m!reader)
a/n: same vague universe as “marked,“ per usual.
thanks, as always, for everything.
(also I did that thing where I didn't save this on drafts fast enough and the whole fucking thing deleted so you could say im LIVID sorry if this rewrite felt rushed.)
summary: things get a little... too real.
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"You can't laugh."
"I'm not gonna laugh!"
Pedro hands you his iPad, script loaded on the screen. "I'm serious," you warn him, "you had to stop last time, the acting was so bad."
"Just read the sides, baby."
You know he isn't nervous about the audition— if he was, he sure as shit wouldn't be practicing with you. Those rehearsals are reserved for his coach, or someone who can actually talk him through the scene. This was just a formality, a quick read-through for some anthological TV show about people in failing marriages. Season 2 of Oscar's old Amazon thing. With the audition being on Zoom tomorrow, the whole process feels fairly relaxed.
"Should I read it in a lady voice? Will that set the scene?"
"Please don't."
"Scottish accent?"
"Babe."
"Hmm." You clear your throat loudly, for dramatic effect. Across the room, feet propped on the desk, Pedro rolls his eyes. He's got his cheaters on, but no script— the audition's supposed to be off-book. "From the first page?"
"You're stalling."
"Ugh. Ok. Here we go." Leaning forward, you scroll to the highlighted text on the iPad. "Stop, David. You don't know what you're talking about."
Pedro's posture straightens; ever the professional, it's like watching a switch flip. The humored lines beside his eyes, little crows feet that crinkle when he looks at you, disappear completely. His brow furrows, gaze darkens.
"Of course I do, dammit. I'm done with this, all of this. It's like living in a mausoleum, Emma. I'd rather. Do you remember what love even feels like? Because I look at you, and I just... don't, anymore."
"You don't mean that."
"I do! I'm so tired of this. Life with you is joyless. Every day, I come home from work and just sit in the goddamn driveway because I don't want to come in the house. It's hard to be in the same room as you. I can't bring her back, Emma, and I miss her and I'm sorry she's dead. But it isn't my fucking fault and I wish you'd stop pretending it was."
His voice cracks, just a little. You frown as he grabs the glass of water beside him, pausing to wait, but he motions for you to continue.
"That's cruel," you read, "and you know it. That's not fair."
"None of this is fair!" Pedro exclaims. "That's the whole point. It's not fair that our daughter is dead while the girl who was driving got to walk away clean. Life isn't fucking fair. But it's life. And you've sucked all the light out of mine. I can't stand you, anymore, I'm sorry. I just can't. It's not that we can't make it work, it's that I don't want to make it work. If I never see you again, it'll be too soon. Jesus christ, I hate every part of this."
"Are you done? Have you gotten it all off your chest?"
"Don't placate me! This isn't one of your stupid therapy sessions, Emma, you can't fix this with a breathing worksheet and a roleplaying exercise. Be fucking serious. Every day I wake up and I wish I'd never met you. At least then, she wouldn't be dead, because she'd never have existed. And maybe I'd known some goddamn peace."
The page ends there, and you glance up. Pedro has his head in his hands, eyes closed.
"That was good," you offer tentatively, searching for some kind of sign as to what his next move is. He's gracious about work stuff, but you're always a little afraid of mucking up his process.
When he looks up, his eyes are glossy. "Yeah," Pedro says, croakily, clearing his throat quietly before rising from the chair. He takes the iPad back, wordlessly, shuttering the case over the screen.
"Wanna do it again? You were spot-on, Pedge, but we can go over it again if you want to."
"No," he says quickly. "No, I'm good. I'm fine. It's on Zoom, it'll be easy. I'm fine."
Weird. Just a little. Before you can dwell on his sudden cageyness, he's up, headed for the door.
"I'm gonna walk the dogs. We can catch up on Bake-Off, when I get back?"
Pedro leaves before you can answer.
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No sooner have the leashes been hung back by the door, than Pedro is beside you on the couch, all hands and light touches. It's as if he can't bear to lost contact. You allow him to reposition you, reaching a hand around your waist as you reach for the remote.
"Good walk?"
He hums, tugging you against him. Settles, finally, once you're half-reclined, back against his chest, arm around your middle. You fiddle with the edge of his sleeve as the bakers fumble their way through the signature challenge.
It's not that the clinginess bothers you— he's like this sometimes, when he's just returned home, or you've arrived in LA, or met somewhere in the middle. Every separation leaves him want for touch. It's the one thing you can't give him, while you're apart.
But he's been home a couple weeks now, in between reshoots for a new project. Been home all day, in fact, in an orbit around you while you attempted to work from home. (A little too close, frankly, but you can't really complain.)
"You okay?" You whisper, as the timer runs down on the technical bake.
No answer. Just a tightened grip on your waist, and a firm kiss to the top of your head.
— — —
It isn't until later, in bed and half-asleep, that you pinpoint the source of the tension.
You'd have thought he was already asleep, save for the soft carding of his fingers through the baby hairs at the nape of your neck. Deep, even breaths tickle your forehead; he's curled around you, arm draped over your back. Had positioned himself this way silently, looking a little silly brooding in his Muppet-patterned pj pants.
"We're never reading lines again," Pedro whispers into the darkness.
"Was the acting that bad?"
Your attempt for levity falls flat. He is quiet, long enough for you roll backwards slightly, to get a better look at his face. A deep-set frown has taken root.
"No, it..." He tugs you closer again, tucking your head beneath his chin. If he weren't so sad, you'd call uncle for claustrophobia; your nose is squished into his jugular. But you lay still, waiting for him to continue.
"It felt too real," Pedro concedes. He inhales sharply, and you can feel it against your own chest.
The kiss you press to the hollow of his throat, doesn't feel good enough. You wiggle, tilting your head to press one against his toothpaste-tasting lips. Whiskers tickle the corner of your mouth.
"Baby, I know you were... pretending." A thin line between placating him and treading on his professionalism. "If our pretend daughter died in a car crash, I know you wouldn't divorce me for being too sad."
"It's not funny." With a groan, he kisses you again, resting his forehead against yours. "I hated saying that stuff to you. Felt too real."
The bone-crushing spooning is making a little more sense, now.
"I love you, but you're a sap."
"Hmph."
You smile into the next kiss. "A very sweet sap, though."
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tma characters and whether we'd be bffs:
jon:
absolutely not.
we'd be too similar and hate each other
also he'd hate me and i'd cry
love the guy as a character but would be INSUFFERABLE to be around
i would try to fix him and then get jealous when martin does it better
martin:
i'd chat to him but it would take a while for him to open up so i'd get impatient
i'd try to trauma bond with him cause i'd sense that we have the same traumas but he'd just...refuse
so i'd just like see him as my really nice kinda boring coworker who i could be such good friends with if we ever got drunk together or something
tim:
oh yeah. we'd be BESTIES
we would yap at each other, i would be so comfortable around him, we would bond over childhood traumas and joking about them, we would bitch about jon and just generally have an awesome time
we would be insane though cause i feel like we're both shit at commitment so we would only text like once a month but the love is still there
chaotic sibling vibes
sasha:
yeah we'd be friends
she'd low key stress me out cause she's pretty and super duper smart and insanely cool and funny
so i'd say weird things out of nervousness but she'd still talk to me because of some inexplicable reason
love her :)
side characters:
gertrude - no. old white people scare me
joshua gillespie - yeah we'd have one awesome conversation and i'd spend the rest of my life trying to replicate that
father burroughs - fuck no. priests creep me out. i'd get into interesting conversations about religion with him though
daisy - hell no. girl's terrifying. she'd want nothing to do with me.
basira - also no. she'd remind me too much of my mum
melanie - HELL YEAH. DISASTER QUEERS UNITE. she'd be mean to me and i'd be self deprecating to try and get her to be my friend
gerry keay - yeah man. i'd be so intimidated and definitely say something weird but he'd laugh at me in a good natured way
Thats it :)
#tma#the magnus archives#jonathan sims#martin k blackwood#tim stoker#tma headcanons#sasha james#gertrude robinson#joshua gillespie#father burroughs#daisy tonner#basira hussain#melanie king#gerry keay
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build episode 44 thoughts:
- no more memes i’m expressing myself solely through text
- kazumin and gentokun i’m sorry i know you guys are trying your best but this is so funny to me. can you imagine the guilt they’d feel after senryuu saves their asses
- THEY JUST GAVE UP ROFL
- ah. Oh. Okay. One last bottle if they succeed with kazumin and gentoku. huhhhh i wonder who would that be 🤔
- maybe there are parallel universes involved. because i do wonder. i know k** has that even if only in the spin-off movie
- i think the dad is Good actually but i kinda hate his ass atm so ✌︎('ω')✌︎
- my son looks like a moron in these contraptions
- half-naked banjo and he’s unmoved ohhhh i could never
- BLIZZARD KNUCKLE FUCK I KNEW IT!!!! I FUCKING KNEW HE’D LOOK GOOD IN ICE/AS AN ICE DRAGON FUCK FUCK FUCKKKKKK!!!!!!!! THANK YOU SENTO SAIKOU DESHOU TENSAI DESHOU 😭🙏🙏💙💙💙💙💙❄️❄️❄️
- KONO MAMA ARUKI TSUDZUKETERUUUUU
- oh my god they ARE getting turned into lost smashes 😭😬
- wait. the episode title??? THE END OF EVOLT??? HUH?
- they’re so fucking suicidal too damn okayyyy
- “at first it was for my home.” so now is it for sento or what :-|
- they’re so funny acting in the tubes btw
- hell NAHHHHH THEY JUST DROPPED BY THE FACILITY FOR A FREE UPGRADE 😂
- AND THEY JUST FUCKING RAN AWAY GENKAZU STOP YALL ARE TOO FUNNY😭😭😭😭
- do you guys think they also stayed up playing monhun too
- married couple saving their bachelor friends lmfao
- i think it’s funny. like. mid-season i was still unconvinced it’s that shippable but. they’re literally giving married couple vibes atm. which is a feat coming from two men who feel TOTALLY single when you don’t see them with each other
- it’s the unwavering trust they have for each other
- he’s giving sento lore exposition/enemy intel while saying his villain speech that’s why i’m not really convinced he is evil
- oh yeah see exactly (he just proved me right 2 seconds later)
- have i mentioned that the kazusen neck caress got to me last episode
- “and besides, we don’t want to be a burden to you guys anymore” NOOOOOO BABYYYY NOT LIKE THIS 😭😭 I WANTED YOU TO LEVEL UP BUT NOT LIKE THIS
- banjo continues to be insane as always❤️ go king
- KAZUMIN😭😭😭😭😭 FUCK
- to be fair i’ll throw hands for a banjo ryuga body pillow too
- banjo being interested in sawa in a bikini is throwing me tf off 😂
- hehe…hehe lol…. can’t take grease and rogue to fights…but it’s okay if it’s him and banjo…hehe…hehe best match 🥰❤️💙 red blue magma ice hehehe…
- i think if either of them dies rn it would be really bad
- aaaah evolt is getting suspicious
- i actually like that sento pushes banjo so hard because that means he relies on banjo a lot. it’s a connection as if the other is their own person. there’s nobody else sento trusts more in the world right now other than banjo
- UWAAAAH AND BANJO RESPONDING IN KIND 😭😭😭 BEST MATCHHH ❤️💙❤️💙
- y’all think their cell service providers are eavesdropping on their calls lol
- banjo eating gentoku’s shitty food with no reaction 😭 my man’s tastebuds have been BURNED
- fuckass evacuation center sleeping quarters 😭
- BANJO WAKE UP
- sento is very wife-shaped
- YAYYYYYYY HELLO YOU GUYS
- heated drama between men..
- GENTOKU LMFAOOOOOO😭😭😭😭😭😭
- HOW DO YOU GO FROM EARLY SEASON BIG BAD TO COMIC RELIEF HE’S KILLING ME. REWATCHING BUILD IS GONNA BE SO UNSERIOUS 😭😭😭 GENTOKU
- so cute babyyyy ❤️🐇
- hmm…evolt vs. chronicle..i wonder…
- it’s saying all this shit but it can’t even do anything without them fixing its driver lol
- well we have five episodes left so..?
- no you didn’t win 😭 my sweet summer children
- aaaah. it was staged ✨ very yabai ne
- the triple baka standing at the back lmfao 😭😭 🧍♂️🧍♂️🧍♂️
- well nevermind maybe he really is evil 😭 you really can’t trust estranged fathers man…
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