#I'd pay to see him twerk

[ringosmistress]

[bluecollarmcandtf]

Bar Daddy

I take immense pride in my bar. In just two years I've founded the classiest tavern in town, but I still like to bartend now and then. I can charm any patron with prompt service, good company, and the finest drinks.

I usually aim to give everyone a high-class experience, but I don't even bother trying to charm the man currently walking in.

He comes around every so often and completely disrupts the sophisticated atmosphere, dressing like a prostitute and loudly commenting on the gentlemen in the room. Needless to say, that gay idiot keeps coming back to drive away my paying customers, and each time I become a more and more short-tempered.

I feel my patience already wearing thin as he creeps over to me. "I told you not to come back here!" I growl under my breath.

"But this is the gayest bar in town," he whines back in return.

"This is the finest bar in town, so get out!"

Just before I explode in anger, this man begins batting his eyes. The gaze beneath those fluttering eyelids is intense. I feel the scowl on my face loosen as my arms fall limp. My whole posture seems to sag, and I can feel his mesmerizing power over me.

"You need to loosen up, mister," I hear him say, "You think this isn't a gay bar? Just look at yourself!"

My head obediently turns and glances in the mirror as he continues to whisper in my ear.

"You're happy to have gay men in here! This bar was founded on your own values, right? Masculinity, homosexuality, and promiscuity."

I suddenly realized he is right.

"Wow, I'm happy you're here, bud," I smile, already hoping I can give him the time of his life in my gay bar.

"Glad to be here, daddy, but don't tell me you've forgotten how you greet all your customers!"

I panic! I have no idea how he thinks I should greet my customers. Normally, I put on a charming smile and ask them what they'd like to drink, but I can already tell that isn't a good enough strategy for this new guy.

"A kiss, big-bear!" he laughs, "A sloppy, aggressive, wet kiss. You need to show your patrons who's in charge here or they'll get out of line."

That makes so much sense. I rush around the bar and grab the twink by the waist, forcing him close enough to plant a long smooch over his mouth. I'm overjoyed to see that my embrace has left him flustered and rock hard.

"What can I get you to drink, son?" I ask.

My voice feels lower. I don't remember being a baritone, and my body feels so much heavier. Maybe I've gained some weight, but it could just be the uniform I have on. Wearing nothing but an apron might just make me look thicker than I am. At least I'm lucky enough to be covered in body hair or else I'd be freezing in here!

"A round of shots for the room, daddy!" he screams gleefully, planting a wicked slap on my bare ass.

The sting on my cheeks makes me angry at first, but after glancing into his eyes I realize I overreacted. I always like it when a customer smacks my ass anyway. Honestly, that and them randomly groping me is the only thing that turns me on anymore.

"Coming right up, boy."

"Good bar daddy," he praises.

I don't know when it happened, but the entire place is redecorated. Gone is the wood panelling and tasteful art, replaced by neon lights and a loud music. All my regular customers have seemed to embrace it, twerking half naked on the dance floor.

A crowd of more gays bursts into the bar, wildly running up to order their drinks. It's the most business I've ever had!

The rest of the night is going to be a whirlwind! A dozen wandering hands immediately find my body among the crowd, tickling my sensitive areas, groping my big muscles, and fondling the package beneath my apron. These boys certainly feel close to their daddy!

The only way I can get them to calm down is by grabbing their shoulders to force my tongue down their throat in a sloppy kiss. I barely have the time to keep up with tending the bar.

I don't mind it though. The constant stimulation is intoxicating, fueling my passion to make my boys happy. Every single one of these men are going to leave my bar happy, drunk, and satisfied! I am their Bar Daddy after all.

[blkkizzat]

I couldn’t finish big foot 😭 it felt kind of forced to me. Like I think she’s very upset by Hiss and the whole business with her husband and that came through more than her talent with rapping imo. and maybe I’m just not a real connoisseur of rap, but I think Nicki really shines on her features and that (in my opinion) doesn’t translate to her albums and singles lately :/

Big foot a freestyle its not supposed to be a produced song.

Some people just like mainstream rap you hear in clubs and thats fine too if thats you, nothing wrong with liking what you like. Nicki album PF2 more in line what you would hear from J.Cole, Wale, Saint Jhn, JID, etc. and its more elevated than drill which what has been dominating mainstream rap last 2 years. I like do sexy redd for example but mainstream rap went crazy over skee yee and that sounded like nails on a chalkboard to me LOL. I can't listen to that shit lol.

When Nicki said 'these bitches gotta shake they ass to show sex appeal' on Fallin 4 U, she hit nearly every other rap girl out there but Doja. Female rap gotta have more substance than pussy popping and Megan been trending more for shaking ass than music for years.

Nicki makes those songs too but it gets old and these girls gotta give us more. Cardi spent 2 million on Bongos music video, gorgeous beautiful visuals, for it to flop which is insane. PF2 had no music videos and got 230K album equivalent units in less than a week. Megan's Truamazine only did 63K and she paid $250k to Future in cash of her own money (label wouldnt pay him) for him to play in her face and give her the worse verse he's ever done. People say they don't identify with Nicki, but they buy and stream her music, so I don't believe it isn't translating. If anything people sympathize and like Megan personality (and her twerking ofc) but they don't buy and stream her music so I'd say the opposite based on the numbers. It's crazy there can be hundreds of thousands of likes on a Megan tweet and her album can't crack 100k first week. Madness.

Nicki and Meg drama goes back to HGS when Megan joked with Nicki about getting an abortion so Nicki could drink with her. Proof of that is on the live where Meg was trying to get Nicki to "drive the boat" and Nicki said "now you know we not doing that" and Meg was like "you know what I said you should do to take care of that". They been throwing sub shots in music ever since.

IDK, I don't have kids but I would ded a bitch if they said some crazy shit like that to me knowing I wanted to keep my baby.

Regarding Nicki husband, see this. What she saying happened in court is actually in the original court documents too so :/

[heliosoll]

Hey honey, I feel that this question may be demotivating for others, and I wanted to seek some reassurance from you. Basically I have some problems due to reading this post https://www.reddit.com/r/shiftingrealities/comments/ynaasc/something_we_should_be_talking_about_more_but_no/ , I don't want to say that I agree with him, but he made that doubt resurface in me due to the fact that: with so many people who can easily move to other realities, everyone find excuses when even a little proof is required of them. Of course I didn't come here to ask you for proof, but you always find the right words and are a great help, so maybe you can give an explanation to all this that I hadn't thought of. Thanks for your help <3

Interesting!

Personally, I see where they're coming from and do agree with certain points but I also agree with most of the comments. Yes, there will be people who lie about shifting (the reasons they listed are very common), and while that is annoying and hurtful, it's still difficult to provide proof (of either one). We don't know exactly how shifting works, and this gets even more dubious with the addition of the law, so it can be hard to give tangible proof it's been done.

It can also be hard to prove someone is lying tbh! I remember one example where someone said they shifted to Hogwards and saw Hermione twerking and then everyone went off on them for lying about shifting. I don't know what came of that person (if they were lying or trolling), but I do know that with shifting anything is possible, including seemingly outlandish things like that.

Not to mention, very minor details can change between realities! Say someone wants proof you're shifting so they think of a number and ask you to tell them what number they're thinking by shifting to a reality where you know. A lot of people would be able to get it but if you accidentally shift to the "wrong" reality, you're gonna look like you lied. (I don't like mentioning the cia document but they ran into this exact problem while testing shifting and OBEs.)

Then of course, if you believe in an infinite amount of realities, there are realities where it'll never be proven. Or you'll get asked in one and answer in another. And if you factor in the law, having the assumption that everyone lies and can never prove it would affect your reality.

In my experience, there are some pretty helpful ways to figure out if someone is lying!!

Do they often make mistakes when recalling their experiences (like saying one thing one day and something else another)?

Are they asking people to pay to see their content or extra content?

Are all of their shifting experiences "crazy" or super exciting? This one is more 50/50 since some shifters just really like the more exciting, movie-like DRs, but I find that most shifters enjoy the mundane and like to share those details or are at least able to provide that information.

Did they have a super perfect shifting self concept right away and shift on their first try? Now, there are tons of people who shift on their first try!! But if their attitude is almost braggish and "oo look at me im better than everyone else", I'd be a little cautious.

From there, shifting itself can help you! You can easily shift to a reality where no lies about their shifting experiences or where people can prove it easily. You can also assume that no one lies if you believe in the law! And if you believe that manifestation and shifting are the same thing, manifestation proof is also shifting proof ;)

Honestly, I think there's a good chance this person has been jaded by what they've seen on the internet, and while I can definitely relate, there are steps you can take to diminish how many fakers you come across! I've personally shifted to a reality where the experiences I read are never fake and it's given me a lot more security. I would definitely recommend that for most shifters! And if you feel like someone is lying, you could also shift to a reality where they aren't?

[bangchanswolfpelt]

hehehe YESSSSS the be ur own king video is the one that firmly cemented my sunwoo bias.... ultimate bf material.... i'd let him wash My car any day if u know what i mean 😏.

and WOOSUNG please listen to his song lazy his voice is so pretty and the rose is a great band (i could talk about n.flying and lucy here but i will refrain. for now.)

woodz is my beloved. have u seen love me harder mv. have u seen that one waiting dance practice where he just straight up bites one of his backup dancers at the end. this man is secretly feral but also one of the biggest sweethearts ever to exist and i am HERE for it

i actually don't stan p1harmony bc of the aforementioned babies and their rather sus line distribution (enhypen's maknae is '05 as well i think, so i am also Firmly Looking Away there) but i keep seeing p1's chaotic tiktoks and that video of their vocal line just singing live is really pretty!! so do with it what you will

sunmi. hrkkkkkkkkkkkkkk. bae. the lapdance. the tail imagery in the choreo. the crawling under the dancer's legs to eyefuck the camera. i haven't had this many emotions about a studio choom performance since yeonjun's aotm watermelon sugar (which i wrote practically an entire essay about dance dynamics and movement on in a friend's dms lmao)

me, @ the backup dancer that sunmi jumped on: HOW DOES IT FEEL??????? HOW DOES IT FEEL TO LIVE MY DREAM???????

and yessss i am not verbose enough nor educated enough to write about sunmi/hyuna's musical themes but by GOD i want to read about it

onewe is lovely. here, have a rain to be mv. also, their brother group oneus was on road to kingdom, if you've seen it? if you haven't *deep breath* ohhhhh boy do i have some stuff for u :))))))))

hehehehehe the svt analysis is just a silly little brain dump in my notes app :] it's incredibly messy and incoherent but i will tidy it up and drop it in your ask box sometime if you so wish <3

(btw, i never answered ur question from that other post!! yes kevin is actually named after the boy from home alone, yes he is the twerking one, yes this happens fairly often. sarcastic canadian king we love him)

xoxo!!

- honey 🍯 <33333

i do not even HAVE car, but i would steal one if that's what getting a carwash looks like these days 👀

ahhhhh, Lazy was very cute! and that look in the end!!! 😳 @muselin was spiraling over Woosung a couple days ago, i think and it was adorable, but also felt like a foreboding look into my own future 😂

i have seen them now 👀 VERY into the red hair and the first and the kill-your-double vibes of Love Me Harder—that one’s going on my crime playlist for sure. the dance practice was cute, i love that we’re circling back to vampires again, would let this one take a bite out of me 💯

i genuinely forget about everything that happens with the chair until i’m watching it again, i feel like my brain has decided it simply is not safe to hold that memory it’s so 🥵🥵🥵 and no yeah, i fuckin lost it over the tail imagery the first time i saw it, and kinda still continue to do so.

also! i just learned that Hyuna and Sunmi were in the same girl group before becoming soloists??? and i don’t know if that means anything, but it feels like Something. (tbh there is so much in kpop that feels like it means Something, and i simply do not have the correct context to parse it and it’s soooooooo frustrating 😭)

oh!! Rain to Be has popped up on autoplay for me a couple times! i never actually payed attention to who it was, but i'm into it. and i was planning on watching Road to Kingdom, since i'd heard The Boyz stages there were better than the ones on Kingdom and that made me curious, but it wasn't on viki with Kingdom and i was too lazy to try and find it somewhere else 😂

i absolutely wish it, and so does at least one other anon!!💕💕💕 (tho if you wanna made a sideblog… 👀 and just drop the link…. 👀 i’m definitely not gonna bully all my anons into making side blogs, that’s not what this is 😗)

idk of being named after That Kevin is a gift or a curse, but it sure is Something 🥴 also, i can recognize him now! he was the one talking about cereal on Eric Nam’s podcast 🥰 love Cereal Boy 🥰🥰🥰

[namelessskies]

BNHA crack - ? I guess...?

A new fic idea where an OC is reborn in BNHA universe. No, I'd prefer no romance between the OC and BNHA characters. She's younger than the BNHA characters and adores them, in a platonic way, of course. Top favourites are Shinsou, Aizawa, Monoma, and the Second One For All user.

For starters, she dies after choking on a plum pit. I got this idea after reading a fic where Yoichi dies for the same reason. OC is a very big anime fan and reads fanfics when she has spare time. Additionally, she is also an artist - but mostly digital - as well as a writer.

She was eating plums while reading the fanfic and found it absolutely hilarious. Because of this, the pit gets lodged in her throat and she suffers the same fate as Yoichi in the fanfic.

OC is reborn into the BNHA world. She's happy and sad and scared in this new life because holy hell, she doesn't find it normal that villains just pop left and right to take a swing at you.

Her Quirk isn't offensive and defensive, but it greatly helps her in the one thing she loves the most - art. I guess it's something that allows digital drawing and making animatics a lot lot faster? Lol, help me out here.

Growing up, she also becomes a sensation in social media because of her pieces and animatics. You see those anime tiktok dances? Yeah, she does it. Hawks and Mirko see an animatic of them doing those dances and is amused.

Endeavor is not. He takes one look at himself doing the cat dance, and twerks, and nearly blows his office up after looking at himself dressed in a skimpy maid outfit. In the end, OC is forced to take down her Endeavor animatics that aren't downright obscene.

OC's account is secretly followed by many Pro-Heroes - some, just because for the shits and giggles to see their fellow Pros doing ridiculous stuff. OC doesn't want to do commissions at first, but there is an auction pool in the comment section where Pro's - with a lot of money to spare - make requests. OC does traditional art from time to time, but has no money to buy the materials. Her parents are normal people, making enough just to pay the bills and have savings, and she doesn't like asking for money either, so she does commissions. Also, she's extremely picky about her materials, so she can't just go and pick the cheapest ones, so yeah.

OC has secret NSFW works of the villains stashed in a different device or in a locked drawer, which she laments not being able to present to the world. It includes the League of Villains, Villain AU Izuku - whom she simps for when in a villainous suit. This also includes everything that has Aizawa - because she knows he's an underground hero and more exposure in his part would result to much more trouble for him, and anything that has the main characters of BNHA.

Timeskip, and OC enters the Gen Ed curriculum in UA. No, she doesn't want to be a hero - she doesn't have the stamina or the strength, and doing patrols sounds like a pain in the ass, and honestly, she doesn't want to lose her life prematurely. Having UA as her school would look really damn good in her resume anyway. Plus, she already has a writing gig, and her commissions to keep her afloat.

Fun fact, her stories are actually just fanfics, but it seems like they're original characters since they've never heard of those before. OC's a huge anime nerd before she got reborn and still is, y'all. In fact, everyone thinks that Hatake Kakashi was inspired by Edgeshot, but only she knows the truth.

For convenience's sake, the League starts to make their move when the main characters are in their second year, so they're mostly 16-year-olds while OC is 14 years old. BTW, she absolutely salivates at the sight of Monoma and Shinsou because holy hell, reality is so much better than 2D. Shinsou has already transferred to the Heroics course by this time.

Mineta Minoru, who? We don't know who that is in here.

OC gains a new freedom upon Class 1-A becoming famous. Slowly, her artworks containing them starts to be released one by one. Bakugou is the first victim for the 'Nya! Ichi! Ni! San! Nya, Arigatou' song and he is absolutely livid. The others mostly take it on good sport, since OC (her online persona) drawing someone is translated as her being that person's fan.

OC also does lives, where she talks with a voice modulator on while she gives a commentary on her drawing choice. Obviously, her descriptions of her faves - Monoma and Shinsou - are much more flowery and descriptive.

It makes the teachers worry since they're not sure if she was a pedo, considering she was already active in this social media for several years. Eventually, she apologizes in public for creeping out her subjects. She clarifies that she's a student at UA which is why she knows their anatomical features so well, and no, she doesn't take pictures, she watches the Heroics students train sometimes to get references.

Kaminari and Mina become absolutely invested, because they're hardcore fans, wanting to crack the mystery that was morality_ERROR - her username - while Katsuki just wants to hunt her down for that whole cat dance and twerking. Shoto wants to get a copy of the whole Endeavour shenanigans that were taken down in his insistence.

Sometime later in a time where morality_ERROR's identity is uncovered, there will be a scenario like this:

OC: Aizawa-sensei, you know that I absolutely respect you, right? *while she sweats, looking at Midnight's laptop which is playing her new uploads* (OC's laptop and tablet were stolen and her accounts were hacked)

Aizawa: *confused, but does agree since he considers her a child close to his heart since OC has the same eyebags as his and can stomach a death concoction coffee* yes?

OC: *in tears as Midnight's laptop plays Aizawa in a maid outfit, doing the cat dance* please don't hate me.

Or another like this:

OC: *watching with belated horror as an animatic of Dabi twerking in a skirt and knee-high schoolgirl socks plays in her newly hacked account*

Dabi: *already concocting 50 different ways on how to grill her with his fire and feed her to the noumus afterwards*

morality_ERROR is OC's username in social media. As for OC's appearance, it's a very simple design. Long black hair with horrendously cut bangs - the ones that use the same cutting techniques that you see in Tiktok - but still keeps it that way. Girl keeps her hair long so it's easy to style, and because she feels pretty in it. Hair is parted smack dab in the middle, and most of the time has her hair in a half-updo looped twintails.

Aside from this, she has a slightly pale colouring and dark eyebags and super duper chapped lips - really low on Vitamin C since she forgets to take it, and keeps on peeling her lips, also doesn't use chapstick since she forgets anyway. 153 cm height and 45 kg weight. Wears glasses not because it is damaged but because it is habitual - the glasses are anti-rad to protect her eyes since she's mostly just staring at her screen due to her hobby.

[rosiewitchescottage]

Like many other situations, this doesn't need to be an all one way or the other situation.

Which shows how important it is for those of us more towards the middle to say our piece, get some balance in there.

Do I think that every drag queen (whether gay, straight or bi) is a danger to children? Absolutely not.

The same way that I reject the idea that to be gay is automatically to be a danger to children.

(Predators against children don't exactly go about with a neon sign announcing their intentions, for goodness sake.

They can come from any and all areas of society.)

That being said. If Drag Queen events with children are going to be acceptable to most people, then either there needs to be stricter ruling around what the queens can and can't do. Or exisiting rules need to be applied far more strictly.

Those who do it wrongly need to be called out for it, by everyone.

The videos showing queens twerking and lap dancing for children, the clip with a queen with her boobs and ass all but bare, leading a tiny child around the auditorium, children encouraged to dance for tips, fully clothed, on a Disney theme, yes. But this is what they do in adults only clubs.

Keep this stuff away from children!

These might be rare occurrences, I don't know, one way or the other. But it doesn't matter, a damn. None of this should be going on with children. Not no way, not no how.

I have a very broad mind. But I haven't lost sight of the need for a boundary.

And anything that belongs in the adult realm shouldn't be introduced to children and young teens. A huge great NO WAY to that.

Kink at Pride - I love kink. But I also know that it's for consenting adults only. So, how the hell does it belong out on public streets?!

Has every adult there given their consent to witness these kinks?

And, even if they have. What are you going to do, tell the general public to keep their children indoors, for the duration of the parade? FFS! I can't believe this even needs saying.

Saying that it shouldn't be on public display is not because I think it shameful. Not even close.

Kink should have a place at Pride, yes indeed.

But why not an adults only event, where you pay at the door/gate, are told what you're likely to witness, and by coming in you are consenting to see what you see?

To my mind that frees everyone to relax and have a good time.

Child Drag Queens - Desmond is Amazing etc? No, No, No! My heart breaks for those sweet boys.

If this was just boys dressing up in OTT glam and sparkles, then performing in a child appropriate way, for family audiences, then I'd say, go for it.

But we've seen too much to the contrary. On stage in a fecking adult drag club, performing like exotic dancers, with guys throwing money!

What Madness is this? Doesn't the innocence of childhood mean anything, anymore?

Sexually explicit books in school libraries - Again. I can't believe that this needs saying. But sexual explicit material doesn't belong on children or teens bookshelves.

Talk about some men loving other men, some women loving other women, yes.

Talk about safe sex and healthy relationships, yes.

But explicit details/pictures about masturbation, oral sex, anal sex, PiV sex.

No, no, no! There's no way that children and young teens need details like this.

And small children do NOT need to know about 'gender identity'. There are an infinite number of things for their amazing little minds to discover, and 'gender identities' are way at the bottom of the list.

Little children explore and experiment all the time. How about we let them just got on with it, as they stand.

Your son loves to dress up as Snow White? So let him. Doesn't mean he isn't a boy.

Your daughter could be that lovely old fashioned thing a 'tom boy', let her be. She's still a girl.

He and she will keep on exploring, they'll try out a whole range of interests and self expression. They can do that without us peddling a confusing array of labels.

There's a positive banquet of literature for young children, from the classics across generations, to new delights waiting to be discovered.

Stories where children have two daddies or two mummies, yes, some people think even that's going too far. I disagree. It's going to be rarer in some places than others. But I don't see any harm in children knowing that some families are just like their own and others aren't.

I remember being told by an early years teacher, that it's important for little ones to have learning experiences that correspond with things that are part of their world, because this is how they will understand them at this time of life.

How on earth does 'gender identity' fit that criteria? Serious question here.

A male boy can learn that he can be a boy in any way that's right for him.

A female girl can learn that she can be a girl in any way that's right for her.

I'd say that this is what gender non conformity should look like if it must be introduced to tiny tots.

Imagine how knowing that will open the world up for them.

[simons-calling-the-127-squad]

Blindsided - Ten

Credit to original owners of the images.

GN Tattoo artist reader x customer Ten

Warnings: Cursing, uh needles (tattoos and piercings)

Soulmate Au: you can only see the color of your soulmate's eyes until you meet them.

"Dude, I'm sorry, but I have a policy. I can't tattoo you if you're under the influence", you told him, your arms crossed and a chuckled falling passed your lips.

"This is the sixth shop we've been to babe. Let's just go home", his boyfriend said, tugging at his sleeve. The intoxicated boy leaned into the embrace of his boyfriend and pouted.

"I'm so sorry about him", the latter apologized before pulling him out the doors. You instantly broke down in laughter once they were out the doors. Your arms leaning onto the counter and your head lowering to rest in them as you tried to withhold your giggles. Honestly drunk college kids coming with ridiculous requests was one of your favorite things about the job. But the worst thing about the job was only being able to do colorless tattoos, due to the fact you had yet to meet your soulmate. Meaning you could only see the color brown, which definitely makes being a tattoo artist a bit tricky, that's why you stick to piercings the most.

"Another stupid one?" Y/B/F asked as they walked out of their room, leaning their back against the counter to look down at your hunched form.

"Twerking Shrek backpiece", was all you could utter before laughing again. Y/B/F let out a much smaller and shorter laugh at not only the request, but your reaction as well. Soon after Y/B/F retreated back to their room. You were beginning to regain composure when the bell rang, signalling a new customer. You raised your head and pushed your hair back into place as you looked at the new faces. Two males had just walked in. The first was a tall, but kind looking guy. He smiled as he walked to the counter, the other boy close behind due to being significantly shorter.

"What can I do for ya?" Your arms instantly crossed, hoping they were actually sober.

"I was hoping to get my septum done", the tall one said.

"That all you guys need?"

"I was wanting to get my tongue pierced." The shorter said.

"Alright, I'm gonna need to see your IDs' to prove you're old enough to not need parental consent", you informed them. Y/B/F had come out after hearing you speak with the customer's. They took a look at the shorter male's you looked at the taller one's. You both asked them questions to see if it matched what the card said, and they answered correctly. You and Y/B/F nodded at each other to signal they were both good.

"Do you guys have a preference of who does which?" Y/B/F asked.

"I don't care. Ten?" The taller one turned to shorter one. Your eyes followed, first landing on his hair, a brown. Then down to his eyes, at the same moment he looked into yours as well. You could feel the color enter your eyes and how it moved to shade the world in different hues and tints. The sudden burst caused you to stumble back and blink.

"Y/N you good?" Y/B/F asked, moving to help you stand.

"Wait a second…" Johnny said, he too had moved to help Ten. You groaned, your head beginning to throb with the sudden intake of so many new colors.

"Why the fuck did nobody mention how much of a headache this was?" Ten asked, his voice slightly strained.

"Let's get you some ibuprofen bud", Johnny told him. Y/B/F assisted you to the couch, while Johnny did the same with Ten. Y/B/F ran to get the medicine, handing you one and your water before turning to Ten and doing the same. Johnny and Y/B/F went in their room to allow the environment to be quieter, which would also help with the headache. Soon enough it started kicking in and you found the new colors to be more bearable than before.

"People fail to mention how that hurts like hell", you groaned. Ten laughing quietly in response.

"Maybe that piercing will have to wait", he said. Lifting his head slightly to look at you.

"Yeah that's probably the best choice for us both."

Johnny came out a few moments later, paying Y/B/F for their work before asking Ten if he was ready to leave. He made sure to exchange numbers with you before walking out of the shop. Y/B/F told you to go lay down in the back and you nodded, just as you were sitting down on the couch back there your phone dinged. You pulled it out and saw a text from Ten, he was rescheduling and asking about tattoos, he wanted his first one in color soon.

---

It has been a week since you met Ten, and he was finally coming in for his tattoo and piercing. Y/B/F did his tongue piercing while you got the equipment ready to tattoo him.

"You like it?" They questioned, Ten nodded in response upon looking in the mirror at it.

"Alrighty then. I'll be in my station if you need me", they said, throwing their gloves in the trash as they walked by.

"You sure you want me to do the tat?" You asked as you sat down and began prepping.

"Of course I do. In fact I want you to do the rest of mine from now on", he winked at you.

"I'd love to be your only tattoo artist from now on", you laughed and began. He had decided to get one matching yours, Peter Pan flying with Darlings. It would be on a colorful background with the actual characters black and was on his left shoulder. You talked during the entire time, mainly about how this was an amazing first date and thoughts on what to order for dinner later (you both decided on pizza.) You were impressed with how well it turned out, seeing the colors dance on his should made you realize how much you needed to add some more colorful ink to your body.

"Be honest", you ordered as you titled the mirror towards him. His eyes widened and a smile pulled his lips up.

"I love it. It's the greatest thing I could ask for. It's in color, it matches yours, you did it. It'll be a constant reminder that I've found you", he rambled, his eyes drifting to your own. It was cheesy, but it was so adorable.

---

Ten held up to his promise, he never went to another tattoo shop again, and sent all of his friends your way. Your eyes couldn't help but to move to a certain finger, where most people had a ring sitting on it. But you and Ten agreed on tattooing it instead. You couldn't wait to see what else the two of you created together.

[breeeliss]

If you're Still taking alluralance ideas, I'd love a laundry Room au. Like One of those ones where A thought they were alone So they Were Dancing around while they Fold and makeout with fresh out of the dryer Clothes and then they hear laughter, And it Turns out that B was Just folding in the Shadows and now it's Awkward

allurance

ao3 + masterpost 

//

the laundry room in lance’s apartment was, to put it quite frankly, fucking horrific. he was pretty positive is used to be a torture chamber in the past, but maybe that was the marathoned hours of american horror story talking. 

either way, it wasn’t uncommon for lance to put off his laundry for a couple of days because he was terrified of going down into the basement by himself. people could make fun of him all they wanted, the place looked like something out of a saw movie. 

the fluorescent lights always flickered, the floors were disgusting, the boiler made the most horrendous noises, and the gaping, dark storage room pressed to the back of the room was currently without a door and left plenty of room for lance to imagine what kind of monster or murderer was hiding in the shadows. 

he really needed to cool it on the true crime podcasts. 

but there was no excuse today. lance was officially out of underwear so he needed to stay down there and get at least one load done. so lance plopped his speakers on top of his laundry basket, plugged in his phone, and played the only song he knew that could fill him with a sufficient enough amount of courage to plunge into the depths of the basement. 

“be a man” from the mulan soundtrack. 

once the drum line got started and li shang’s voice echoed through the room, lance immediately got pumped. yes, he was gonna fucking get down to business. this laundry was gonna get done and he was gonna make mulan proud. it’s not like he had anything else to do on a saturday night. might as well twerk it out to disney songs while his boxers dried. 

he was sorting through his clothes as he sung rather loudly along to the lyrics. he threw a glare over to that hellishly dark storage room while he worked as if that was going to stick it to whatever was hiding in there. 

“not today, satan,” lance called out. “i’m about to hit this chorus and your demonic ass is about to be shook.” 

lance was measuring out the detergent the minute the chorus dropped, and he really went in and stretched out those sixth grade glee club muscles. he had this song memorized for years – as every respectable millennial disney baby should – and he couldn’t help but start dancing around the room as he poured in his soap, danced over to his basket, and started throwing clothes in. 

“you’re a spineless, pale, pathetic, lot,” lance sang, really getting into character. “and you haaaaaven’t got a cluuuuuue – woah!” 

lance turned around to grab from the basket, and for a moment he thought it was a ghost standing in the doorway of the laundry room. but he realized it was just a girl – one he recognized, maybe from four doors down, he’s mad he can’t put a name to that head of dyed grey hair. she was holding her own laundry basket under her arm as she laughed at the performance he was unintentionally putting on for her. lance coughed into his arm and tried to play it off like he wasn’t totally making a damn fool of himself, but then the next verse of the song came on and the girl in front of him thoroughly surprised him. 

“i’m never gonna catch my breath,” she smirked. 

lance’s eyes widened. “say goodbye to those who knew me.” 

she dropped her basket on the laundry machine next to him. “boy was i a fool in school for cutting gym.” 

“this guy’s got ‘em scared to death!” 

“hope he doesn’t see right through me!” 

“boy i really wish that i knew how to swiiiiiiiim!” 

“BE A MAN!!!” 

they both roared into the chorus with so much overdramatic vigor that lance was sure people on the first floor could hear them. but who cares, this was a classic. and this super cute girl was seriously giving him a run for his money with how well she knew these lyrics. god, she even held that long note at the end of the chorus like a total champ. they let the song keep going on without them as they collapsed into laughter against the dryers. 

“oh god, i haven’t heard that song in a long while,” the girl laughed. 

“seriously?” lance gasped. “i watched mulan like…last week.” 

“it’s one of my favorite disney movies. well, that and aladdin. you can’t forget aladdin.” 

lance pounded on his chest. “princesses of color. represent.” 

the girl snorted into her hand and started to throw some of her sweaters into the washing machine. “sorry to interrupt you, but i had to jump in.” 

“oh please, you did me a favor. that harmonizing we had going on was…” lance pressed his fingers to his lips and made a loud chef’s kiss to the air, “perfecto.”

“well, singing is always better when you have company,” she said. “besides, i was sort of hoping there was someone else down here. this laundry room always creeps me out.”

“doesn’t it? i feel like someone is gonna pop out the shadows and kill me.” 

“i had a bloody nightmare about this basement the first time i came down here! swear on my life!” 

“well, if you ever need back up and a bomb ass disney playlist when you’re doing laundry, i’m your dude. that stuff helps.” 

allura grinned and shook her head at him as if she was surprised to see him suddenly standing in front of her. “i didn’t catch your name…” 

“lance,” he said, holding out his hand. “i feel like i’ve seen you before. i’m in 507 if that helps.” 

“allura,” she supplied. “and yes, i’ve definitely seen you going out for jogs early in the morning. i’m in 501.”

lance winked. “oh, well, hello neighbor. it was a pleasure dorking out to disney soundtracks with you.” 

allura bowed dramatically. “likewise. have you got anymore queued up?” 

“let’s see. i’ve got ‘be our guest,’ ‘friend like me,’ ‘let it go,’ and ‘i just can’t wait to be king.’ pick your poison.” 

“‘friend like me’ obviously,” allura scoffed. 

“right, right, aladdin junkie. why didn’t i realize sooner?” 

“jasmine was my spirit animal. i dressed up as her for halloween three years in a row back when my hair was still black. i was the splitting image of her.” 

“wait that’s so adorable. i’m so basic, i think i reused the same pirate costume for like five years.” 

“you were a pirate for five years?” 

“well, for the first year. next year i was a ghost pirate. then a zombie pirate. demon pirate. and a cuban pirate.” 

allura chuckled. “what on earth is a cuban pirate?” 

“a pirate with a cuban flag wrapped around his head that says truco o trato to all the gringos that answer the door.” 

he left her laughing so hard that she stumbled back a couple of steps and had to catch herself against the machine behind her. “are you like this all the time?” 

“please. this isn’t even me trying. you should wait until i really get the jokes going. you won’t survive.” 

allura shrugged. “i mean, i have to stay here until my clothes are done washing. so i’ve got nothing but time.” 

lance smiled. “alright. but remember. you asked.” 

“listen, if it keeps me occupied on a saturday night, i promise i won’t mind.” 

“well, if you eventually get tired of my jokes, i have aladdin on dvd back at my place. i could pop some popcorn and throw it on for us. i was getting kind of bored sitting in my apartment all day and laundry can only get so exciting.” 

allura bit her lip, distracting herself with loading the rest of her clothes. “i’d like that. i’ll bring blankets and some sweets i brought back from work.” 

“yes! sleepover! haven’t had one of those in a while.” 

“hm?” allura smirked, raising a brow. “want me to sleepover, do you? you ought to ask me to dinner first.” 

lance sputtered. “w-wha? no! no no. no, that’s not what i meant, no. totally platonic, buds being buds, watching a movie, five feet apart ‘cause we’re not gay.” 

“that’s a shame,” allura shrugged. “if you wanted me all to yourself, all you had to do was ask.” 

lance leaned into the start button on the washer at the same time she did and tried to play off the fervent jolt of excitement that lit up the length of his spine. “that was really smooth, allura.” 

she giggled. “why thank you.” 

“do you like takeout?” he offered. “i was thinking thai food.” 

“i’ll pay if you show me pictures of all of those pirate halloween costumes. i feel like i’m only going to believe this cuban pirate story if i see it for myself.” 

[nobodygetsza]

┆𝖥𝖮𝖱𝖬𝖠𝖳･｡ﾟ — 𝖲𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌

┆𝖲𝖴𝖬𝖬𝖠𝖱𝖸･｡ﾟ — 𝖶𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝖬𝖼𝖪𝖺𝗒'𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝖮𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗌 �� 𝗋𝗎𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖭𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖨𝖿 𝖭𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗃𝗎𝗆𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖺 𝖻𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾.

┆𝖶𝖮𝖱𝖣 𝖢𝖮𝖴𝖭𝖳･｡ﾟ — 2,846

┆𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦･｡ﾟ — 𝖭𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝖻𝗒 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗌, 𝖮𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖺 𝗉𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖭𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍, 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍, 𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗒 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄, 𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗒 𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗎𝗇𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗑.

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⇾ 𝖥𝖾𝗓𝖼𝗈 𝖬𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 || 𝖲𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖬𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍

⇾ 𝖯𝗋𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 || 𝖭𝖾𝗑𝗍

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖨𝖨𝖨🦋: 𝖱𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖳𝗐𝗈

𝗧𝗢 𝗦𝗔𝗬 𝗧𝗛𝗘 party was lit as fuck was an understatement because Ophelia and the girls were turnt all the way up with Hennessy flowing through their veins and weed. The group danced with each other more so, twerking on one another, smacking on each other's asses without a care in the world. Of course, they had guys hitting on them. They gave them zero attention. Nikole was a flirtatious drinker. She would flirt with numerous guys in a night, seduce them, give them lap dances but never fucks them.

Ariah was the total opposite. She's a friendly drinker and could make friends with anyone, but she doesn't trust people like that. Now Zielle, however, is a fighter when she drinks sometimes. She would put a bitch in her place and whoop their ass if necessary. That was why Ophelia fucked with them the way she did.

As the girls danced, the song switched to their favorite track, they all looked at each other with the same expression.

"Oh bitch, this my shit." Nikole cheered in excitement.

"Girl, what do they know bout this?" Ariah laughed.

Booty by Blac Youngsta blared through the speakers as they bent over and started bouncing their asses to the song's beat. People around them began to cheer for the group recording them.

Meanwhile, Fezco sat on the couch with a blunt rolled up smoking outside in the back. He wasn't paying these kids any mind unless they wanted to buy some Molly, Xanax, or Weed from him. As he goes to spark the joint, he hears a couple of guys that walked outside.

"Bro, did you see those girls twerking? Their asses were so fat, man." One of the boys spoke to his friend.

"Damn, bro, I'd hit that every night." The boy's friend said, nodding his head.

Fezco laughed, shaking his head, knowing it was most likely Ophelia and her friends. It took him back to the night they met and had their first encounter.

Ophelia danced alone without a care in the world, while from the other side of the room, Fezco watched her like a lion stalking its prey. The way she whined her hips to Body by Dreezy Ft. Jeremih had Fezco ready to pounce on her. He had never in his life seen someone or something so beautiful. After the track changed, Ophelia started throwing her ass back to Twerk by City Girls.

Fezco walked up behind her and snaked his arms around her waist. When Ophelia turned around to protest in rage, she was appalled by the beauty of Fez. His buzz-cut and blue eyes took her breath away. With the way he was gripping her ass, kneading it like dough, Ophelia was about to risk it all. Ophelia and Fezco would be lying if they said there wasn't an instant connection between the pair because sparks flew as they stared into each other's eyes.

As Ophelia threw her ass back on Fezco in a circle, do you know what he did? He caught all of it. He bit his lip, circling her right cheek before smacking it. Fezco pulled her hips to his, groaning under the music, feeling himself get hard.

The pair ground against each other, getting lost in one another that the party around began to disappear.

"What's your name, ma?" Fezco asked, gently grasping Ophelia's chin, which she grinned at the gesture. Ophelia had to admit that staring into those blue eyes of his made her stomach erupt with butterflies.

"I'm Ophelia." She introduced herself, biting her bottom lip as she felt Fezco squeeze her ample ass through her leggings.

"Ophelia. I like it. It's beautiful and different like you." Fezco spoke, grinning down at the short girl, often staring at her plump lips that made him want to kiss them all night long. "I'm Fezco, but you can call me whatvea' you want."

"Oh, are you trying to flirt with me?" Ophelia blushed, looking away for a second to gather herself because right now, she was ready to act up and risk it all.

"Is it working?" Fez whispered in her ear, and that made Ophelia want to moan out when she felt his beard scrape against her face.

"Maybe, maybe not," Ophelia replied sarcastically, shrugging her shoulders. She bit her lip as she scanned Fezco from head to toe.

"So can I get your number or nah?" Fezco asked, staring down at Ophelia with lust clouding his ocean blue eyes.

"I have a better idea. If you can accompany me home, I might." Ophelia said, smirking at Fezco, running her hand down the front of his jeans.

"Shii lead the way, ma." Fez eyed Ophelia as she switched her hips, walking ahead of him. He wanted nothing more than to feel her ass clap back against him as he's pounding her out from behind.

Fezco took the lead and brought Ophelia to his car, and they both got inside. On the drive to Ophelia's house, Fezco had one hand on her thigh and the other on the wheel as they shared a blunt. Ophelia took her key out of her bra and unlocked the door when they arrived at said destination. As Fezco glanced around at his surroundings, he was appalled by the sheer beauty of her house. From the glass chandelier on the ceiling to the marble staircase. Suddenly the sound of Ophelia's voice brought him out of his trance.

"Are you going to stand there or follow me upstairs?" Ophelia stood at the top of the stairs with a smile on her face. She didn't know if it was the weed or the liquor she drank, but whatever it was had her feeling good as she peeled off her top.

Fezco decided he would ask her later what her parent's occupations are because right now, all he wanted was to get Ophelia naked. He made it up the steps n no time and followed the light to Ophelia's room, and found her in nothing but a black lacey two-piece set she got from Fashionnova. All he could do was stop and stare and make sure what he saw was real.

It took Fez no time to get rid of his shirt before working on jeans next. Ophelia smashed her lips against his and took charge of their battle of dominance, but she would soon learn that Fez was the dominant one. Fezco picked up Ophelia by the back of her thighs, tossing her onto the bed like a sack of potatoes. He nibbled on her neck, trailing his hand down to her soaked panties.

"Shit ma you wet as fuck." Fez groaned, feeling the wetness through her lacey panties. He wanted to taste her so bad. Ophelia lifted her hips, allowing him to slide her panties off her body and toss them on the floor.

His fingers teased her pussy playing with her wetness before circling her sensitive clit. Ophelia moaned as their kiss got heavier as her nails dug into the skin of his arm. Slowly he eased a finger inside, instantly feeling her walls clench around it. Next, he worked a second finger inside, making Ophelia's eyes roll back to her head.

"Yes, right there..." Ophelia breathed, and a moan got caught in her throat. She felt stuffed with his fingers. She thought, 'If his fingers feel like this inside of her. Imagine what his dick would feel like'.

"Fuck I can feel you gettin' wetter." Fezco chuckled as he felt Ophelia's pussy gushing around his fingers. She was pretty sure she was creaming at this point.

"F-Fez fuck." Ophelia moaned as Fez moved his fingers deeper inside her, causing her thighs to shake. The more he did that, the more she thought, 'This man is fuck skilled with his fingers.' He could only smile at how much her body was reacting to him. "Please."

"Please, what?" Fezco smiled, seeing her face contorted in ecstasy.

Fezco thought Ophelia looked beautiful with her head thrown back in pure bliss. He leaned down and kissed her neck before biting the skin. Hard enough to leave his teeth marks in it so it can bruise tomorrow. Soon Ophelia felt a certain pressure inside of her. Her legs shook as she tried to hold them open, but he was making it so hard to do so.

"F-Fuck w-wait. Oh shit." Ophelia stuttered and let out a moan as Fezco decided to rub her sensitive clit with the thumb on his other hand.

"Uh uh, don't tell me to stop cuz I ain't," Fezco said, shaking his head. He didn't want to stop making Ophelia feel the way he was. If he could, he'd like it to last forever.

Ophelia whined, grinding her pussy onto his fingers, feeling her dam beginning to break. "Oh shit." She cried out as her thigh shook vigorously and her pussy squirts onto his hand and her sheets below her.

"Damn, I got you squirtin' like a fuckin' fountain, ma." Ophelia could hear the smile in his voice. He brought his finger to his lips and sucked her juices off of them before proceeding to slurp her clean. Ophelia couldn't comprehend what the hell was going on. All she knew was that she wanted his dick inside of her right now.

Not that long after, Fezco gets rid of his boxers and pulls Ophelia settled between her legs. He takes the folds of her knees and pushes her legs back. Ophelia breathed as Fezco sank over her teasing her pussy with the head of his dick. His lips smashed against hers as he finally pushed into her tight cunt. Ophelia moaned into his mouth as her ombre powder acrylic nails scratched down his chest.

"Fuck!" Ophelia gasped as Fezco set a sensual pace dragging against her slick walls. He wanted to feel them throb around him. "Damn it, Fez."

Fezco pinned her legs to the bed delivering long slow strokes, making Ophelia mewl and claw at his back. He laughed at her whines and cries before saying, "What's the matter ma? Can't take my dick?"

Ophelia wanted to cuss his ass out but couldn't because the moans escaped her throat. Fez reaches down rubs her clit with his thumb, and that makes her cry out as she tries to shut her thighs. "W-Wait, please."

"Please, what? What's my name, baby?" Fezco smirked

"F-Fez sto-Say my name, and I'll stop." Fezco interrupted Ophelia continuing to rub at her clit.

"Daddy!" Ophelia whined as her pussy started spitting back at him.

"That's it. Squirt for me." Fezco beamed down at Ophelia as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her legs shook violently as she desperately tried to push his hand away. Loving how sensitive Ophelia is, Fez pulled out of her and latched onto her clit.

Ophelia cried out, gripping the back of his head as her moans and pleads bounced off the walls. Fez worked her over with his tongue, paying attention to her clit, and abused it. His hand reached up and wrapped itself around her neck, squeezing slightly as he nibbled and sucked on the little bud as Ophelia pleaded with him.

"Fuck daddy! Shit right there. Right there." Ophelia chanted his name, arching her back as she held onto her legs. "Fuck yes!" Her pussy had more inside as he made her squirt like a faucet yet again, and Fezco drank it all.

He sat on his knees watching Ophelia shake, but he wasn't just done with her yet. Fezco flipped Ophelia over on her knees and arched her back, pushing her ass out to him. Mesmerized by her ass, he couldn't help but reach out and smack it. His hand came down onto her cheek before he pushed inside of her again.

Ophelia threw her head back at how deep he was inside of her. "Fuck daddy, you're so deep!" She cried out into the sheets gripping them between her fingers.

"Yea? Who's pussy is this?" Fezco questioned, delivering another smack to Ophelia's ass.

"Yours, daddy. It's your pussy." Ophelia moaned out Fezco gave her those strokes that had Ophelia seeing stars. He was in a trance as he watched her ass bounce back against him.

Fezco pushed Ophelia's upper body to the bed as he leaned his weight on her and pounded inside of her like there was no tomorrow. Ophelia moaned and cried into the sheets feeling the coil within her snap. Fezco felt her walls spasm around his dick and groaned. "Are you gon' give my pussy away to other dudes?" When Fez didn't receive a response, he smacked Ophelia's ass, making her when.

"No, daddy, I won't." Ophelia moaned, shaking her head. "I promise."

"Good girl." Fezco prised, kissing the back of her shoulder. He gripped Ophelia's hips and pounded her out harder and harder. His ending was approaching soon, and he didn't want it to stop. "Shit ma where you want it?"

"In my mouth." Ophelia breathed, looking back at Fezco as he moaned.

"Come get it." He grunted, pulling out of Ophelia, and she wrapped her lips around his dick. She bobbed her head down his cock and played with his balls or good measure.

This time Fezco threw his head back as his sacks tightened, and he came down Ophelia's throat. Ophelia kept sucking to milk out every last drop that she could before Fez became sensitive. The two lay there catching their breaths, exhausted.

"This stays between us," Ophelia spoke, breaking the silence between them.

"Word." He nodded in agreement.

Fezco comes back to reality when Ophelia makes her way outside, seeing him sitting alone and smoking. She walks over to his and sits next to him.

"Wassup ma?" He asked, offering the blunt to Ophelia, and she took it, taking a puff from it before passing it back to him.

"Nothing much. It got hot in there all those bodies inside." Ophelia said, fanning herself.

"I bet it did." Fezco nodded, looking at her. "So, can we talk?"

"About what?" Ophelia sighed, looking into those blue eyes that made her want to act up.

"Us." He replied, resting his head on the back of the couch.

"Fez-Think about it, ma." He interrupted her before she could finish speaking.

"What exactly about us?" Ophelia asked, crossing her arms.

"I wanted to give us a try." He replied, scooting closer to her. "Been thinkin' bout' it since the summer."

"Really?" Ophelia asked, astonished.

"Yup, I think we'd be good together," Fezco replied, grinning cheekily

"Listen, Fez-," Before Ophelia could finish, she heard yelling coming from inside of the house. Instantly her first mind goes to her friends, and she's running inside.

There was a shirtless Nate bitch-ass, Jacobs, yelling in a girl's face in the kitchen. Soon the girls walk up behind me, seeing the scene in front of them.

"Who in here knows Jules? Huh? Who are friends with Jules?' Having seen enough, Ophelia raised her hand before she spoke.

"I do. So I suggest you get out of Jules's fucking face before we have another problem." Everyone turned to me, including Nate and Jules.

"Well, well, well, look who it is. You don't have your boys with you now." Nate smirked. He thought Ophelia was alone, but he was dead wrong.

"I may not, but I got my girls with me, and we don't do that bullying shit," Ophelia said and grabbed a glass bottle off the counter

Zielle pulled out her switchblade, Nikole grabbed a kitchen knife, and Ariah had tied her hair into a bun, ready to fight. We stood in front of Jule in a protective stance, daring Nate to step to us.

"Everybody ya'll wanna know what Nate Jacobs is?" Nikole spoke loud, catching everyone's attention.

"He's an abusive, manipulative, and egotistical asshole who throws temper tantrums when he gets turned down," Ariah yelled, looking at everyone then back at a pissed-off Nate.

"Looks like you're mad, Nate. You wanna do something about it?" Ophelia asked, smirking at him.

Nate wanted to set these straight and hurt them, but they had weapons and could do some significant damage, so he backed down, huffing and puffing before walking away. The girls turned to Jules, who looked shocked.

"T-Thank you for that." Jules smiled, nodding her head.

"No problem. We hate Nate and his family. I'm Ophelia." Ophelia introduced herself then pointed at the girls. "That's Ariah, Nikole and Zielle."

"Hey." They said in unison.

"Can we get your number? We'd love to hang out sometime." Ophelia smiled, pulling out her phone.

All of the girls exchanged numbers before enjoying the rest of the party. They made sure to keep an eye out for Nate and his temper tantrums.

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Oh i would pay so much money to see Scara twerk

not because of the twerking part

Imagine how embarrassed he would be!?!!??

hahahahha LEVERAGE I TELL YOU

- Tired anon

i'd pay so much to see him blush HJKLKJSKSLJKJ