#OH and the teeth- I didn't know what to do there.

[aelfgiure]

From the moment I was coherent, I knew my family was different. Off, somehow, not normal. It was something in the way my parents looked at me when they thought I was distracted, the way they treated me like I didn't belong. Like I was an inconvenience.

My brother and sisters? So, so spoiled. Between mom's modeling and dad's business stuff, there was MONEY, and my siblings had it lavished on them. Toys, designer clothes - whatever they wanted. They were hugged, cosseted, taken on trips, given actual attention! They had a fabulous childhood.

Not like mine.

There was this undercurrent of resentment towards me that I never understood. I never had birthday parties, the folks were always "too busy", tossing some money my way so I could get a present. It never mattered what my grades were, I handed over the report cards to get signed and that was it. Unlike my siblings - they got pizza parties for not failing classes! but my damn near perfect marks were shrugged off. It was a lonely, confusing life, especially for a little kid.

My solace was in books. (Yep, I nerd.) If it was in print, I'd read it. That empty feeling inside me was soothed when I filled myself with words, stories, information, music. Yes, I taught myself how to read music, too, and how to build and play instruments. The early ones were crap, but I got better at it.

Anyways. I read everything, which led me to the 'occult/spiritual' section of the library and book stores. Right next to the fairy tales and legends, of course, so I read those too because why the heck not? It was ... it was educational. Upsetting. I wandered around the house and saw all the cold iron and silver on every window, every door. The weird herbs growing at every entrance. Keep in mind that I was TEN. Ten years old, trying to understand what was going on with my life, and suddenly figuring out that my parents were keeping something out. Of course, the next thing I did was check my clothes and, surprise surprise, everything had odd things sewn into the hems. Not only was something kept out, I was warded against being Taken.

So, I did what any angsty pre-adolescent would do, and plotted. Come hell or high water, I was going to find out what was going on. For the first time in my life, being ignored worked in my favor. Using the books and stories as a guide, I bought things, ingredients and materials, and worked quietly. Waiting for the night of the full moon.

I was as thorough as only an angry child could be. Opened doors, front and back. Walked around the house widdershins, sweeping away the protective ring of salt and runes. Did I mention I was naked? Yeah, I took a bath and washed myself with a bar of Ivory soap, getting rid of even the smallest trace of binding or charm. Since I didn't trust any of my clothes, or any in the house really, it made sense for me to go naked. To be sure.

The results were impressive. Also terrifying. Two powerful, ancient beings stormed into the house and dragged my parents out of bed, starting a three-way screaming match about contracts, oaths, stuff I didn't understand.

That was when I learned why I was conceived. It hurt, honestly. Learning that I was just a bargaining chip, chattel to be bartered or sold, broke my heart. They kept me warded to avoid issues, they said. They didn't know which being had the first claim on me, and neither one wanted to give up the wealth and beauty they bought with my life.

I was ten years old, and heartbroken, and oh so angry, and I interrupted with a suggestion. The witch and the faerie exchanged a look, before turning to my parents with the same smile on both their faces, one with extra teeth and mischief.

To this day, I have no idea what happened to them. I've lived with my dads for ten years now. Not full time anymore, university is a beeyotch and I live off campus, but every break, I go home.

My family is still kinda off, and different, but my dads love me. They're proud of me, they encourage me to be awesome, and we celebrate birthdays and holidays together. They keep saying that they have to make up for lost time, but knowing they were trying to find me, knowing they never gave up hope - well. They wanted a child to love, and i needed parents to love me. It all worked out in the end.

Your mother sold her firstborn to a witch in exchange for beauty and your father sold his firstborn to a fairy for wealth. Today you are born.

[faghubby]

Walked in on him

"Jake" I called out as I walked into his house. We often just let ourselves in each other's houses. He didn't answer but I knew he was home. Was he still asleep it was almost noon. I went up to his room but as I opened the door he jumped. He was naked sitting on his bed watching his phone, jerking off. I froze and just star e at his hard cock. I always figured he had a nice cock.

"Paul get out" he yelled. But I walked over to him instead.

"Jake, I could umm. Help you" I said shyly.

"What?" Jake said confused.

"You know do it for you" I said unable to look any where but his sheet which didn't do much to hide his erection. I reached out and stroked his cock thru the sheet.

"Dude I am not gay" he jumped actually exposing himself as he did.

"You don't have to do anything" I assured him. I again gently touched his cock.

"I didn't know you where" Jake started but sat down with his legs spread allowing me to stroke him.

"I'm not, or at least I guess maybe I am bi" I told him. He laid back.

"God that feels so good" he moaned. I hesitated then kneeled down and kissed his cock. Making him sit up. I looked up at his wide eyes and took the purple tip in my mouth.

"You done this before?" He asked not really expecting an answer more questioning himself. I paused

"No" I told him and licked his cock. I tried to do what I had seen done in videos. With in a few minutes Jake was breathing heavier. Then shot his load all over my face.

"That was fucking amazing" Jake moaned. I licked his soft cock and balls. "Stop!" He jumped pushing me away. I went to the bathroom and cleaned up. Jake was dressed when I returned.

"That was, well" he seemed uncomfortable.

"My lips are sealed" I told him. He seemed relieved. We quickly moved back to our typical 17 year old guy friend mode. Making pizza rolls and playing Xbox. It was around 3 when his older sister Julie came home. She was dressed in the tightest little shots. I couldn't help but stare at her ass.

"Dude that's my sister" Jake whispered hitting me. When he noticed.

"Jealous" I whispered back and ran my hand up his thigh. He didn't flinch just looked at me questionably. We spent the rest of the afternoon hanging out. Even after hos parents came home.

"Paul, are staying for dinner" his mother asked.

"That's sounds great" I replied.

"Paul is spending the night" Jake chimed in. I didn't say a word. It wasn't unusual. His mom jus nodded. Everyone else had gone to bed when Jake decided we should turn in at 2am. As soon as he closed his bedroom door he stripped. Standing in front of me naked his cock throbbing. I knew what he wanted.

"Just to make it clear. I am never going to, you know return the favor " he said as he pushed me on his bed. I let him take control. And was soon sucking his cock again. I sucked and licked his balls and cock. Till I made him cum again this time catching most of it in my mouth. I jumped up and went to get cleaned up and brush my teeth. As I was getting changed the door opened suddenly. And Jake wearing his boxers came in to pee. He paused and looked at me. I had an erection excited from sucking his cock. Without a word he went back to his room. I jerked off and went to his room. He was sitting up on the bed. He patted the bed. I climbed into bed with him. He leaned in close.

"Is it because you are so small?" He whispered in my ear.

"I don't know" I felt excited and nervous as he cuddled up to me. We slept in not waking up till 11am. I woke feeling his cock hard pressed against my ass. I wiggled my ass a bit curious about the sensation.

"Not going to fuck you faggot" Jake said as he woke up. I immediately moved and pulled down his boxers taking his cock in my mouth till he pumped his cum in my mouth. This time pulling my hair making me choke on his cock. I swallowed most of his load mostly because i had to. Again I jumped up and headed to the bathroom. Jake followed. I was trying to hide my own erection.

"OH maybe you should be wearing these" Jake laughed as he held up Julie's dirty panties. Then as if a light went on he smiled.

"Put them on" he told me. I paused. "You know you deserve to" Jake told me. He stood waiting I looked at the floor and dropped my boxers. He watched as I took his sisters dirty panties and put them on. They rode up giving my a wedgie. The soft yellow material felt amazing. My dick sticking out of the waist band. Jake laughed and left. I jerked off again. And went back to his room wearing only his sisters panties.

After that our relationship changed, I became submissive to him. Allowing him to make decisions and just going along with whatever he wanted to do. And of course I continued to suck his cock regularly until the fall when we both headed off to university. I went to a school hundreds of miles away while Jake stayed closer to home.

[hyperdramas]

backyard boy | lee seokmin

pairing: lee seokmin x reader

warnings: non-idol au, next-door neighbor au, flirty!seokmin, flirting (in general), mutual attraction, friends to ???, mailbox meet-cute, reader is head over heels over seokmin, seokmin asks reader on a date, moral of this fic: lyr misses the summertime

now playing: backyard boy, claire rosinkranz

Watering your flowerbed was exceptionally hard when your hot neighbor-slash-good friend was in a tight black tank top on a scalding summer day.

Lee Seokmin was handsome—you wouldn't lie to yourself about it. Not just his appearance was hot either: all of him was attractive in some way, whether it be his jovial, sweet personality, or warm disposition. He was just a powerhouse to be around.

He was standing by the mailbox, shuffling through letters with a stiff expression as he looked down at them. Seokmin's build was changing, you thought to yourself, as you could see his muscles and pecs straining through the fabric. It wasn't like that before, and you know this because you committed all of him to memory—he was on your mind just that much.

And now he's looking at you. Great.

Smile and wave, you whisper to yourself to remind your stationary body to move. You do as you say, giving Seokmin a small smile and waving of the hand as he smiles back, flashing his teeth as his brown hair shuffles in the wind. His eyes are that rich dark brown, and they meet yours as he approaches your yard.

Act cool, act cool, you repeat, hands growing sweaty as you stop pouring water on your probably now drowning daisies.

"Good morning," Seokmin's polite voice is deeper than you remember, but you smile anyway, replying with a cheery "Good morning!"

"You look really pretty today. That outfit pairing is a nice look on you." Seokmin's voice is sweet with a hint of flirtiness behind it, and you pick up on the hint, cheeks growing red as you mutter out a thank you.

Trying to change the subject and save your already-deteriorating facade, you gesture to Seokmin's yard, eyes scanning the bright green grass.

"Have you mowed it lately? It looks nice and clean-cut," You shyly compliment. Seokmin chuckles, nodding as he glances back at it. "Yeah, I did, actually—Friday morning. Took me a while, so I'm glad someone noticed."

The two of you laugh, dead air filling between you two as you stare at each other for a bit too long before Seokmin changes subjects for you, saving you from awkward silence and imminent destruction.

"So, any plans for today?" Seokmin's pretty fingers straighten the stack of mail in his hand, and your eyes dip from his face to the chain and necklace around his neck you haven't noticed before until now of all times when you're too focused to speak without stammering to worry about his new chain that's twinkling on his neck.

"I—oh, um, no. Probably just chilling at home, getting some much-needed work done. What about you? You glance up at him, and Seokmin meets your gaze, smiling proudly as he shakes his head. "Yeah, what you said sounds about right."

You laugh at Seokmin's light expression, and he chuckles back, dark eyes scanning your face as his lips curve into a pretty smirk. "Your smile could light up the world. It's so bright and pretty."

If you were a person who didn't know him well, you would think he was flirting with you—Seokmin was just a flirty person altogether and complimented people so much that most thought he was just flirty. That doesn't mean you still didn't get giddy at the thought of him calling your smile 'bright and pretty'.

"Yours too." You reply back, blush evident now as you quickly add, "Also—you've been working out again, right? I could tell when you walked over here—you look...you look really good Seokmin."

You couldn't believe the words coming out of your mouth at the moment, but before you wanted to stop them and do a double take, it was already too late—you had said Seokmin's body looked really good, and stammered while doing so.

Seokmin, on the other hand, was on top of the world—the smile that came on his handsome features was enough to rival the summer sun itself, and he nodded, wetting his lips as he spoke. "I have, actually: I'm trying out a new diet."

"Well, it's working!" You smile cheerfully, offering two awkward thumbs-up as Seokmin chuckles, eyeing you again quietly as you look away.

"Since you're free today, would you maybe like to go for lunch later? There's this new taco place down the street and I've wanted to try it for a while." Seokmin offers, looking you up and down slowly as he smiles gently.

Did you feel like eating tacos? No, not really. Were you going to because Seokmin asked you to try them with him? Yes, of course.

"I—yes! Yes, I'd love to." You agree, and Seokmin nods, glancing down at his phone. "11:30 good? I'll drive you there."

You're so filled with excitement that you feel like you could fly away.

"Yeah, yeah, that's good." You confirm, and Seokmin nods, eyes on yours. You don't look away, holding eye contact with him shyly as you two stand in silence for a while before you snap out of it, laughing nervously.

"Well, I'll see you in a few hours, Seokmin," you say coolly, surprising yourself at your composure. Seokmin nods and gives you a brief wave as he jogs back to his house. He walks up the steps and pauses at the door, offering you one last smile before disappearing inside.

Before you know it, your heart melts, your flowers drown, and you're floating on air.

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[acknowledge-reigns]

Rivals With Benefits | Jey x Black!fem OC (18+)

Description: Jey and Jax disagree on plans for Roman and Iris engagemennt party.

Chapter: 1/5

Face Claim: Ariana Debose.

Warnings: Arguing, Mild Angst, Strong language.

This is set in an AU in which the og bloodline reunited before wrestlemania 40 and Roman retained. This is the Jey x Jax sequel to Swipe Right. As always my stories are NOT about real people and does not reflect their character. While there is not smut in Chapter 1, there will be in others. This is very much an 18+ BDSM based romance with some comedy thrown in there. This particular story features Jey as a Daddy Dom (Not Mysterio, you fucking nerds 😂) google if necessary and if this isn't for you, please scroll. You have been warned.

Word count: 1,867

My masterlist can be found here

Iris and Roman sat down with Jax and Jey to discuss the details of their engagement party. They'd decided against the stereotypical Bachlorette and bachelor party and just wanted to have one big gathering. After some discussion, they decided to leave the planning to the two of them, knowing that they could handle it.

However, as soon as they started planning, it became clear that Jax and Jey were not on the same page. They argued about everything from the venue to the guest list to the menu. Just like their first date.

Jax was frustrated with Jey's need to control everything. "Why do you always have to be in charge?" she snapped. "Can't you just trust me to make some decisions for once?"

Jey rolled his eyes, clearly irritated by Jax's accusation. "I'm not trying to control anything," he retorted. "I just want things to be perfect, and that includes every little detail."

Jax scoffed, not believing him for a second. "You always have to have everything your way," she retorted. "It's not about perfection, it's about finding a balance and making decisions together."

"Roman will have my head if we fuck this up and upset Iris. You're not bloodline. You don't get it." Jey snapped.

Jax was taken aback by Jey's harsh words, but she refused to back down. "You think I don't care about Iris's happiness? she's my big sister!" she retorted, her voice shaking slightly. "And just because I'm not part of your 'bloodline' doesn't mean I don't understand what it means to be family. you are so full of yourself!"

Jey's face darkened at Jax's comment, his eyes narrowing. "I am full of myself?" he said through gritted teeth. "You're the one who can't seem to get past our first date, even a full year later. You still hold it against me."

Jax clenched her fists, feeling the familiar anger and hurt bubbling up inside her. "Of course I do," she snapped. "You were arrogant and dismissive. You didn't even try to make me feel comfortable."

"I was trying to be a gentleman!" Jey argued back.

Jax let out a derisive laugh. "Oh please," she said sarcastically. "A gentleman doesn't ignore his date's feelings and make her feel like a fool."

Jey's jaw clenched tighter, his anger rising. "You're impossible," he said, his voice filled with frustration. "You never give me a chance to explain myself or make things right. You just assume the worst of me."

"And you never take responsibility for your actions," Jax shot back, her eyes flashing with anger. "You always blame everyone else for everything. I'm sick of it. You want to control everything because you lack control in your professional and family life because you let Roman push you around like a little bitch!"

Jey's face twisted into a snarl at Jax's harsh words. He was used to being pushed around by Roman, but hearing it from Jax felt like a personal attack. "You don't know what you're talking about," he said through gritted teeth, his fists clenched at his sides.

Jax crossed her arms, her expression hardening. "Oh, I think I do," she retorted. "You're a yes man, always doing what your lil tribal chief tells you to do. It's like you have no spine or thoughts of your own."

Jey's anger reached its peak. He took a step forward, his body tensed like a coiled spring. "You think you know everything, don't you?" he said, his voice dripping with venom. "But you're just as controlling as I am. You always have to have your way, and when things don't go according to plan, you throw a tantrum like a damn child."

Jax's eyes narrowed, and she met his gaze head-on. "At least I admit it when I'm wrong," she shot back. "You just wallow in your own stubbornness and blame everyone else for your mistakes."

Jax took a deep breath, realizing that they were both getting nowhere with this argument. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to calm herself down. When she opened them again, she looked directly at Jey, her expression softening slightly.

"Look. I'm sorry," she said, her voice firm but gentle. "I know we have our differences, but we need to work together for this engagement party. Can we just try to put our differences aside and make this work?"

Jey was taken aback by Jax's apology. He wasn't expecting her to back down so easily, but he could see the sincerity in her eyes.

He took a deep breath, letting go of some of his own anger. "I'm sorry too," he said, his voice softer now. "I shouldn't have let our past get in the way of our planning. Let's try to focus on making this engagement party a success."

Jax nodded, relieved that they had managed to reach a truce. "Good," she said, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Now, let's go over our ideas again, without all the yelling this time."

They sat down again, this time in a more relaxed atmosphere. Jey took out his notes and went over his ideas for the engagement party. He explained his vision for the decorations, the food, and the entertainment, with Jax listening intently.

To her surprise, Jey had put a lot of thought into the details and had even taken into account her preferences. She was touched by his effort to make the party special for Iris and Roman. But she damn sure wasn't going to admit it.

As Jey continued to share his ideas, Jax found herself nodding along, agreeing with many of his suggestions. She had to admit that he had a good eye for detail and had a great sense of what would make Iris and Roman happy.

She started to feel a sense of gratitude towards him, realizing that they could work well together when they put their minds to it.

"I have to say," Jax said after Jey finished speaking, "your plan is actually.. alright I guess. I think it will make for a wonderful engagement party."

Jey's face lit up with a mix of surprise and relief. "Really?" he asked, a hint of excitement in his voice. "You're okay with it?"

Jax smiled at him. "Yes, I am," she said firmly. "You've put a lot of thought into it, and it's clear that you want to make this day special for my sister and Roman. I trust your judgment on this one."

"But we are NOT serving waffle house" Jax added

Jey chuckled, remembering the heated argument they had about food earlier. "Aight, fine." he said with a nod. "We can skip the waffle house and find something else that's more upscale and appropriate for an engagement party."

"Look at you growing up." Jax teased in response.

Jey rolled his eyes, but he couldn't help but smirk at her teasing. "I've always been mature," he retorted playfully. "You just refuse to acknowledge it."

"Yeah yeah yeah. As if, Yeet-man." Jax couldn't hold back her chuckle.

Jey shook his head, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "You're literally insufferable."

Jax suddenly remembered the harsh words she had said earlier about Roman and how they had affected Jey. She knew she had crossed a line, and it was time to apologize again.

"Jey," she said, her voice sincere. "I want to apologize again for what I said earlier about Roman. It was uncalled for and I know it hurt you. I shouldn't have said it, and I'm sorry."

Jey's expression softened at Jax's apology. He had been hurt by her words, but he could tell that she was genuinely sorry.

"It's okay," he said quietly, his voice filled with a hint of vulnerability. "I know you didn't mean it. But you're right, Roman does push me around sometimes, and it can be frustrating."

Jax could see the frustration and pain in Jey's eyes as he spoke about Roman. She realized that there was a lot more going on beneath the surface than she had initially thought.

"You know," she said softly, "you deserve better than being treated like a puppet. You have your own strengths and talents, and you should be able to stand up for yourself more."

Jey nodded, his expression contemplative. "I know," he said, his voice laced with resignation. "But it's hard to break away from Roman's control. He's been in charge for so long, and it's just... easier to let him take the lead. Besides, it used to be much worse."

"I can't believe Iris is marrying into this soap opera" Jax said.

Jey chuckled wryly at her comment. "I know, right?" he said, shaking his head. "It's a real mess. But at the end of the day, I'm just happy that Roman has found love and happiness with Iris."

Jax nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I'm happy for them too," she said. "And even though Roman can be a bit... intense, I have to admit that he's been good for her. She's never been happier than when she's with him."

Jey leaned back in his chair, his eyes growing distant as he thought about Roman and Iris's relationship.

"Roman is... different with Iris," he said quietly. "He's more patient, more affectionate, more open. He treats her like a queen and dotes on her every need. It's almost as if he's a completely different person when he's with her. She makes him better."

Jax could see the affection in Jey's eyes as he spoke about Roman's relationship with Iris. It was clear that despite their differences, he cared deeply for his cousin.

"I've never seen him like this before," Jey continued, a hint of a smile on his lips.

Jax took a moment to think about what Jey had said before asking, "You know, you said that Roman's different with Iris. Do you think you'll ever have someone who brings out that side of you too?"

Jey looked down at his hands, a mix of emotions crossing his face. "I don't know," he admitted quietly. "I hope so. But I've never really been lucky in love."

Jax's heart ached at Jey's words. She had never seen him so vulnerable before. She wanted to reach out and comfort him, but she wasn't sure if he would welcome the gesture.

Jey could feel the silence growing heavier, and he looked up at Jax, a hint of sadness in his eyes. He was grateful that she hadn't offered any platitudes or empty reassurances, but at the same time, he was feeling more vulnerable than he had in a long time.

Jax could see the vulnerability in Jey's eyes and knew that he needed some space to process his emotions. She didn't want to make him feel more uncomfortable, so she decided to change the subject.

"So, we've got a lot of planning to do," she said, trying to lighten the mood. "Let's get back to it."

Jey nodded gratefully, glad for the change of subject. He quickly returned to the conversation about the engagement party, grateful to have something to focus on besides his own personal feelings.

"Right," he said, taking out his notes.

Prologue ●◉◎◈◎◉● Next Chapter

[smiley-mcdoggington]

"Pines." A voice barked. "Up."

Ford dragged himself off the bench on numb legs. He didn't dignify the officer with a glance while he rolled open the cell door, brushing past them just slow enough they could keep up.

His brother stood at the front desk of the precinct, looking about as sour as usual. "Ford, what the hell." He said, like he'd said a dozen times before.

Ford rolled his eyes. "She was the one that stole from me. I appreciate my visits here about as much as you do."

Stan pinched the bridge of his nose. "Just get in the fucking car, Six." He said, and Ford strolled out of the building to the old El Diablo while his twin asked more about his charges.

When Stanley finally got out, he had some papers in his hand and a scowl on his face. He got into the passanger seat and threw the papers on the dash. "You wanna know how much you cost this time? Twenty fucking grand, Stanford! What kind of horseshit are you pulling here?"

Ford started his car without a word.

"What the hell did she even steal from you? I coulda replaced it, woulda taken less than your lawyer I'll tell you that."

"She took my batteries, Stan, what was I supposed to do? The government won't give me a patent for the damn things, she could have sold my work."

"You damn near killed her, Ford! You know if you need money I can--"

"It's not about money, Stanley! You wouldn't get it!"

"Oh alright asshole, you're right I don't get why you assaulted a college kid in her apartment for stealing your batteries because it was fucking stupid!"

Ford pulled over into a curb. "Well you'd know all about stupidity, wouldn't you Stanley?!"

"That's it! This is the last time I'm bailing you out, Ford! I'm sick of fighting Carla for you, I'm sick of risking my career for you, I'm sick of paying for defense lawyers for you, I'm sick of--" Ford grabbed him by the front of his sleezy button-down and pressed their lips together.

Stan's hand trying to push him off relaxed after a moment, before grabbing a handful of Ford's coat and pulling him closer. The stick shift dug into Ford's stomach, he didn't care, reaching over to tangle his fingers in Stan's hair.

Ford pulled away, Stan almost followed him. "You need a haircut." Ford muttered.

"I like it." Stan said, barely paying attention, eyes pointed downward shamelessly.

Ford hummed, leaning forward to put his chin on Stan's shoulder. "Suppose it would make a good handle." He mumbled in his twin's ear, tugging a little for emphasis. Stan grunted. Ford ran his other hand up Stan's thigh. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? Just letting yourself be pulled around, right to where I want you." He slipped his thumb under Stan's pants, just too far away to touch. "That's why you always come back, isn't it? You want me to grab you by the hair like a mutt, take the choices away from you."

Stan swallowed his saliva, close enough for Ford to hear.

"You want me, Stanley?" He tightened his grip on his hair. "You want to be good?" Stan made a low rumble of a noise at that. Ford leaned back, and Stan leaned forward until it was Stan with the stick shift digging into him - it might have slid out of park to give Stanley room, it was probably fine.

Ford used his grip on Stan's hair to shove his face into the crotch of his old jeans. Stan froze for a second before reaching his hands up. Ford swatted them. "No." He said, and Stan's hands returned to half-propping himself up.

Stan looked up at him, confused.

"Just your mouth."

Stan immediately got the zipper between his teeth and pulled it down. The broken button didn't last a second without his fly up, and Stanley looked like he was about to say something about the state of his clothes. Ford gripped Stan's hair tighter and pulled himself out, shoving the tip in his mouth.

Stan's jaw immediately went slack. He looked up at Ford with anticipation.

Ford shoved him the rest of the way down - rutting into his face until his chest started seizing trying to inhale, before dragging him up and back down again with half a breath to sustain himself. "Good. God, Stanley, that's good. So good for me."

Stanley made a short whine in the back of his throat, his own hips rutting into nothing but air. Spit leaked down the corner of his mouth, his eyes struggling to stay looking up at Ford.

"Disgusting." Ford murmured. "You wanna come, don't you, baby?" He asked, before pulling him off for a breath.

"Ye-yeah. Stanford--" Ford pulled him back down.

"Just a little longer, I'm almost done." Ford said while Stanley's eyes watered.

Ford set a fast pace that left Stanley struggling to cough, but then he twisted his hand in Stan's hair and Stan's moan sent him over the edge, riding himself out in the back of Stan's throat before pulling him off and up.

Stan looked dazed, like he barely knew where he was. Ford dragged him forward into a kiss while a hand reached down to pull him out, jerking him quick and dry while Stan groaned into his mouth. Stan came after only a few seconds, staining that awful button-down and leaving him holding onto Ford's shoulders for dear life while he shuttered.

Ford let Stan breathe for a second.

"You gotta stop doing this, Six..." Stan panted after a minute or two.

Ford hummed. "You seemed to enjoy yourself."

"Not this part."

"But you'll take care of it, won't you? The charges?"

"Yeah, yeah." Stan's voice was wrecked. "I gotcha, Sixer."

"Good."

[taurasiscntybun]

But we’re roommates! Pt 1

-College DT x nerdy reader

-Minors DNI

-Warnings: Adult language, anxiety, internalized homophobia

-2,400 words

-no smut in this one but will be in future installments

Loud music thumped through your dorm room and you gritted your teeth. Just another few minutes and she’d leave for practice, just another few minutes and she would be gone until the evening. You glanced up from your desk to see Diana sitting on her bed stuffing a cheeseburger in her mouth, and her loud rap music grating down your nerves. You clear your throat and she glances over at you.

“What’s up roomie?” She asks and smiles. You want to be angry, but her smile is so sincere, a piece of lettuce stuck in her canines.

“You got something in your teeth Dee.” You say with a sigh then gesture to your notebook in front of you. “I’m trying to study, we have midterms coming up you know.” You raise your eyebrows at her.

”Yeah Im not worried, I mean I just gotta make sure I pass.” Diana says with a shrug, sitting her burger down on her textbook and picking at her teeth. Somehow you’d been stuck with a junior, and a jock; you were here on an academic scholarship and you studied and worked your way to the top of your classes. You shouldn’t blame Diana for how she could easily coast through classes only having to pass. She was here to play basketball and goddamn could she play basketball, she’d led the team to a championship last year and you’d be willing to bet she’d do it again this year. Diana glanced down at her watch, the worn Timex ticking away and letting her know it was time for practice.

“Ah shit man I gotta go, I’ll be back in a couple hours, oh Im gonna stop by the caf do you want anything?” She sat up from her bed, grabbing the leftover half of her burger and glancing at you before smacking her radio and turning her music off.

”Aren’t you literally eating right now? How are you going to be hungry?” You ask but know the question is silly, Diana worked out for hours upon hours a day and subsequently seemed to eat just as much.

“What this?” She gestures with the burger, “This is my pre practice snack, Im gonna get dinner after practice, you know I’m always the hungriest after Coach yells at me and i run a mile.” She grins mischievously and you roll your eyes.

“Just grab me a granola bar or two, I’m probably gonna be up late studying.” You answer and return your focus to your textbook.

”Alright sure nerd, see you in a bit.” Diana unceremoniously crams the rest of the burger in her mouth and grabs her gym bag and her mp3 player. She shoves the headphones over her ears and bobs her head as she leaves the room. You let out a long sigh of relief at the blissful silence. Most of the time you didn’t mind Diana, actually you enjoyed her presence but sometimes she didn't realize how annoying she was. She never stopped talking, her music was always loud, and she walked around the cramped dorm in her sweaty sports bra and boxers constantly. She made it difficult to focus on the best days. You tried not to dwell on why, you just told yourself it was because she was loud and so opposite of you, definitely no other reason. You couldn’t let your mind go there because then you’d start to think about what she looked like under her sports bra and boxers and those thoughts were strictly off limits; she was your roommate, not some man for you to ogle. You let out a huff and repositioned in your chair, shoving your hand through your hair to try and focus. You only got silence once a day so you knew to use it wisely.

Three hours later you heard Diana's infectious laughter coming down the hallway, your moments of peace over. She burst through the door, her face red and sweat dripping. She tossed two semi squished granola bars at you and yelled at someone over her shoulder before fully entering your shared dorm. The room instantly felt much smaller; not just because she was six feet tall but because she took up space with her personality, she had a presence, even though she mostly didn't notice it.

“Gotcha the good chocolate granola bars, you know I got it in good with the caf lady so she didn't mind me taking two.” She pulls her sweat soaked tee shirt over her head and flung it into her dirty clothes pile. She was used to you being quiet and your lack of response didn't stop her from continuing.

”Practice fucking sucked today, Coach had us running defensive drills which you know I fucking hate.” She continues and pulls down her much too baggy basketball shorts, doing an awkward little hop and she steps out of them one foot at a time. As always your mouth immediately goes dry at the sight of her, she wasn’t slim but you knew under her small layer of fat were crazy muscles. It made her both hard and soft at the same time in the most erotic way. As she bent down to grab her shorts the muscles in her back rippled, a peak at her strong stature under her lightly freckled skin. You swallow and try to tear your eyes away before she catches you. You take one last look at her hips, the curve of them peaking over her boxers.

“Anything fun at practice today?” You ask, not having processed her previous statements. She snorted a laugh and turned towards you.

”You're in your own little world over there aren’t you? I literally just said we did defensive drills all day.” She crosses her arms under her chest which is extremely dangerous to you. The action causing the tops of her breasts to peek out of her sports bra, the skin glistening with sweat. You quickly look away and say a silent prayer that you aren’t blushing. Diana stalks toward you with a predator's grace. She rests her hand on the rung of your elevated bed, looming over you.

“What do you do all day here Baby Bunny? You never leave the dorm, you go to class and come home. I can’t even get you to come with me to a party.” Her voice is quiet as if you're a skittish animal. It’s the opposite of her normal tone, you hate it when she actually focuses on you, all her attention locked onto you.

”I hate it when you call me that.” You grumble and try not to focus on her chest right in front of you.

”Yeah well you’re so fucking jumpy, do you ever relax?” Diana leans even closer, unaware of personal space and you try to look anywhere but at her. You risk a glance up and feel like your heads spinning; she’s so close you can see the sweat outline in her bra, her nipples visible through the stretchy fabric. You clear your throat and put on your ever familiar mask of indifference.

”Back up Dee you're sweaty.” You wrinkle your nose to cover your blush.

”Yeah yeah you always say that, You never let me get close at all, I hugged you once and you acted like I had the fucking plague or something and you didn't answer my question. What do you do all day?” She presses and you sigh, knowing she’s not going to stop until you give her an answer.

“People are difficult and loud, plus I have to study, not everyone is a basketball god or whatever.” You turn your attention back to your textbook and she smacks the metal railing of your bed frame before pushing off and stepping back. The movement making her chest and biceps bounce.

“Im gonna get you to come out of your shell if its the last thing I do Baby Bunny. And thanks by the way.” Diana says and winks. You give an exaggerated huff, glad her attention is off you now.

“Alright I’m gonna hit the showers.” She says absently, her voice tinged with agitation at your stonewalling.

“Don’t drown.” You tease, trying to bring some lightness back. It works and she grins, a genuine one, making her eyes crinkle.

”Are you gonna be my life guard and come save me?” Diana shoots back; you hate it when she does this, she’s a horrid flirt and you knew it meant nothing but it still made your traitorous heart flutter. You don’t give her a response which she must have been expecting because you hear the door shut and her off key humming in the hallway. You let out a relieved breath, using this time to collect yourself.

The light shone through the curtains and Diana's alarm blared, another morning, another day of her distracting presence.

”Fuck I slept like shit.” She grumbles and stretches; you blink a few times, still waking up on the other side of the room. You look down from your elevated bed to her on her lower one across the room.

“Yeah you tossed and turned all night and these shit beds creak.” You mutter and grab your robe from the end of your bed before slowly climbing down the ladder. Your foot clumsily misses a rung and you yelp but before you can fall Diana’s strong hands wrap around your waist, her fingers digging in slightly and she holds you up.

“Careful there Baby Bunny, good thing I was watching.” She says in a hushed tone and you can hear the hint of actual concern peeking through her teasing tone. You swallow audibly and climb the rest of the way down, Diana’s hands not leaving your waist until both your feet are on the floor.

“Th..thanks” You say in a shaky tone and take a step away from her. She furrows her brows at your step away but doesn’t press the issue.

“Yeah well pay attention I can’t always be here to catch you.” Diana huffs, not looking at you. You don’t understand why she seems so upset and you take a step towards her and place a shaky hand on her shoulder. It bothers you when she’s not her usual happy self.

“I mean it, thanks Diana for catching me, I..I’ll be more careful.” You squeeze her shoulder gently as she turns; looking down at your hand.

“You're touching me.” She says and you draw your hand away but she catches your wrist to stop you.

”That didn't mean you needed to let go, I'm not gonna bite; unless you want me to, of course.” She gives you a goofy grin and snaps her teeth playfully, finally releasing your wrist.

”You always say shit like that and I don't know what to say. Like, how do you want me to respond Diana?” You pull your arm away and sigh. She takes a step towards you, placing her hands on your shoulders.

“Why are you so scared of me? What did I do? You can say whatever, literally say whatever you want, that’s what I do” Diana's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

”You didn’t do anything, I just don’t know what to say to you, I don’t know how to be around you.” You look up at her but don’t pull away. Her deep brown eyes boring into yours and your heart flutters. You don’t think you’ve ever been this close to her.

”I don’t understand? You can say anything to me, you can do whatever, I don’t give a fuck.” She gives your shoulders a light squeeze and your heart hammers in your chest. Her touch is searing, even through your fluffy robe.

“I want to know you Baby Bunny, I don’t understand you.” Her tone is hushed and you can hear the vulnerability in it. It’s true, you’ve kept her at arms length the whole time. You weren’t rude, you talked to her and did normal roommate things but you needed to keep a wall up; she couldn’t know the effect she had on you. Every muscle in your body telling you to step into her arms, to let her engulf you in her strong embrace.

”I..I can’t” Is all you manage to say and you drop your eyes to the floor. Diana lets out a long defeated sigh and steps away.

”I just want to be there for you but fine.” She turns away and walks to her dresser, you both have the same, a desk, a dresser, and bed. You’d laid your things out different from her though, you're bed elevated to the top rung and your desk underneath, giving you something of a cave to work in. She’d left her bed on the ground, her desk against the foot of it and the dresser against the wall. A worn shag rug between your two spaces, her wall is covered in basketball and rap posters, yours are mostly bare with imitations of famous artwork in a few places. Her side of the room was like her, a little messy and loud.

“Coach gave us the day off to study, do you want me to go somewhere else to do it?” She asks and pulls a wrinkled tee shirt off the hanger and a pair of faded jeans.

“N..no I don’t want to run you out of your own room, it’s fine; I can help if you want.” You answer, trying to break the tension between you two. Diana nods in response and pulls her tank top over her head, she’s turned away from you, facing the dresser but as she moves to pull on her sports bra you can see the curve of her breast, small but perfect to you.

“I..I wish you wouldn’t walk around half naked all the time.” You complain and she turns towards you, her sports bra in place.

“What do you mean?” She asks absently and pulls down her sleep shorts, standing there in nothing but her boxers and sports bra.

“Jesus I mean like this, couldn’t you change in the bathroom or something? Especially after practice, you prance around here in nothing but your bra and underwear.” You huff and look away.

“Why does it bother you, I mean I’m still covered up. And I don’t prance, I don’t even know what that means.” She snorts but makes no move to dress.

”It..it’s distracting when I’m trying to study, I..I can’t focus.” You admit and refuse to look at her. Diana seems to mull it over and shrugs.

”Yeah ok whatever.” Finally she dressed, her baggy tee shirt immediately drowning her torso and her jeans slightly too short. Without another word she grabs her backpack and leaves. You know what class she’s going to, her nine am English.

[bunni-v1]

hi! congratulations on 500 followers! could you make the full nsfw alphabet list with Idia please? (sorry for the bad English)

🍓I POSTED!!! I've had this sitting in the drafts for a week and I finally decided to post it (YAY!!!). I've also got Jade's qued up for later today, and I'll be working on Azul and Floyds in my free time (when I get free time that is). Sorry I took so long to post, life has been tough on me and I just didn't have the tools to deal with it. I'll be back and posting irregularly until December when I can actually take time and write again.

Idia NSFW Alphabet!

A = Aftercare: Idia Shroud is the WORST at aftercare, and I say this with so much love and kindness to the walking punching bag that calls himself a man. Genuinely though, sex overstimulates him so badly, so he cannot handle anything after the fact. He’s the kind to roll over off you (more like slide you off him) and fall asleep immediately. Of course, he mumbles out something about it feeling good and all that stuff, but 9 times out of 10 he’s out like a light.

B = Body part: He is a thigh man. He doesn’t care if it's thick and meaty, he just wants to rest his head on it. Maybe give it a nibble, if you’d let him of course (consent is key, even for a dirty Otaku like him). For him… he doesn’t like most things about himself, but if you seem to like something about him a lot, he grows to like it too. So if you like his hair, it’s probably his hair, if you like his lips or teeth it’s them. (What can I say, he’s weak for you).

C = Cum: SALTYYYYY! He doesn’t take care of himself what did you expect. It’s unpleasant to taste, and there’s A LOT of it to taste. It’s a pretty thick consistency and really sticky, fun to play with and watch dribble down your stomach and face. 

D = Dirty secret: He wants you to peg him. I wouldn’t say that’s much of a secret, but he thinks it is. 

E = Experience: NONE. Zip, zero, zilch. I make fun of Malleus for being a Virgin, but IDIA IS A VIRGIN. He’ll blush to hold your hand, it’s that bad. However, he does watch a LOT of Porn (Hentai specifically), so he has… an idea of what to do. He’s really nervous first time around, but once he gets comfortable with you he’s pretty good, just a little unrealistic in his expectations sometimes.

F = Favorite position: Doggy! Especially if you’re wearing cute little puppy or kitty ears! He likes watching the way your back arches, and he’s a big fan of pulling your hair or squeezing your hips. Other than that, he loves face-sitting. Surrounded by your thighs, oh that’s a good death for Idia Shroud.

G = Goofy: Initially, he is entirely on accident. He wants to be serious and cool about it, but he’s like a blushing schoolgirl and making a million mistakes. His line delivery is so… cringe and embarrassing you can’t help but laugh. It humiliates him, but eventually, he learns to just embrace it, and he becomes pretty goofy. He loves cracking jokes just to see you smile, cause the one thing he loves more than your thighs has to be your pretty little smile.

H = Hair: I know it’s blue flames too, I just know it. That shit is not tamed either. Like he trims, but honestly it’s hard to control something that's constantly shifting and changing. And, before you ask, yes it does flare up with his emotions like his hair does too. 

I = Intimacy: Depends… Idia isn’t someone I would ever describe as romantic, but he is a sweetie. He likes it hard and rough so it’s hard to say it’s very romantic, but he does like you close and he loves looking at you. You catch him smiling down at you like you’re some kind of goddess sometimes. You won’t catch him saying cheesy lines like how much he loves you or how pretty you are (cause it will actually kill him if he does).

J = Jack off: Mastrubating champ of NRC. He’s alone in his room 90% of the time with unlimited access to the internet and is also an Otaku. Sorry if you disagree, but you’re wrong. I know he gets off at least once a day, more if he has the time. 

K = Kink: Another biter, he just loves marking you up and sending you off with a pretty bruise for everyone to see. He’s a sadomasochist too, depending on whose topping. He wants you to push him around and hit him, make him feel helpless, it’s his favorite thing. Also into pet play, cosplay, roleplaying, and… any kind of play honestly. The weirder the better for him.

L = Location: His room and his room alone. Maybe yours, but he does not trust anyone in your dorm to respect your privacy. Besides, if he’s in his room he knows where everything is, and he can ensure no one will be getting in and seeing you that way.

M = Motivation: Most things, honestly. Be nice to him? He’s hard. Be mean to him? He’s hard. Beat him in his favorite game and act all smug (he let you win)? He’s hard. Lose and pout about it? He’s hard. He’s a sensitive guy, okay, and he thinks everything you do is super hot. Not his fault.

N = No: Share or let someone watch. Absolute nos from him. The idea of sharing you with someone and you like them more? Hah, he’d kill himself. He’s also not a fan of anyone seeing either of you in such a compromising position. He’s too nervous and possessive to let that out of the privacy of his room. Also, this might be controversial, but I can’t see him being into any kind of sibling shit. Too weird for him, he’d never want to think of his precious little brother like that, so why would he want to think of you like that?

O = Oral: He prefers receiving because watching the way you tease him with your sultry gaze as he sinks impossibly further down your throat is… heavenly. Though he isn’t bad at giving either. His tongue is long and boy can that thing move, it can reach places you didn’t even know were possible. Plus his teeth nipping at your most sensitive areas? Praise the seven, that’s good shit.

P = Pace: Fast and rough. He likes to just go at it, and he doesn’t like to stop for anything. Prepare to be pounded into next week with no stops!

Q = Quickie: He likes them, and they’re pretty common, but they’re not his favorite. When he has sex, he likes going for more than one round, and the whole point of quickies is that they’re quick so he doesn’t prefer them.

R = Risk: Yeah, he’s game to try some more risky things, but he’ll back out so fast if he’s uncomfortable for even a second. There are some things he wouldn’t consider, like bringing it out of his room. He’s a big fan of risky texts though. Like, a video of you fucking yourself in the bathroom while he’s in a meeting with the other housewardens? No one’s gonna know if he takes care of himself quickly. 

S = Stamina: He goes for multiple fast and quick rounds. He can usually do about four of them before he’s done for the night, but he’s willing to keep going if he doesn’t satisfy your needs along with his (sometimes).

T = Toys: He has a collection, actually, of really wild shit. Tentacles, ‘alien’ dicks, and even the infamous horse cock. He likes to put a bullet in you and control it from his room, watching you struggle to talk to your friends on the cameras he’s definitely allowed to have access to. 

U = Unfair: He likes to tease, but he forgets to sometimes lol. He gets so caught up in his own pleasure that, occasionally, he’ll just forget he wanted to tease you and make you all sensitive and whiny. He also likes to be teased, so please feel free to torture him when you’re topping <3

V = Volume: He tries very hard to be quiet, but bless his soul he is not. He’s so whiny and whimpery and pathetic, it’s very cute. He wants you to make as much noise as possible so that he can hide his shame, but he’ll still cry into your ear since he can’t contain himself.

W = Wild card: He sometimes prints out the pictures you send to him (with permission) and keeps them in his desk. There’s no real reason why, because he has all of them digitally, but something about having physical pictures is more thrilling to him.

X = X-ray: Hehehe, oh Idia. It is long and it is thick, bless his dad’s genetics. I’m talking like almost seven inches big, like… he’s big. It’s veiny, with one really prominent one on the top that runs from the base to just below his tip. Which, by the way, is blue like his lips. 

Y = Yearning: High, if that wasn’t made obvious before. He craves sex a lot, and it only seems to get worse after he gets with you. You’re just so pretty and perfect he can’t help it <3Z = Zzz: I said it at the start, but it’s near immediate. He gets tired easily after all that physical exertion, he just wants to nap and cuddle, you can clean up in the morning. Let him hold you :(

[camillomea]

Here 2. Episode i choise the name story's child of crime alley Please leave your thoughts in the comments

When Jason left the house, his plan was to check if everything was okay in the Alley and then eat dinner. But his plan was completely forgotten when he saw a bird. His first thought was "Does this bird ever eat*? Then he thought angrily why is he here again. He grabbed him by the neck. He froze with the tingling he felt when his hand touched his neck, he thought in shock, was it him from the beginning? His next thought was very light. His eyebrows were furrowed. Wasn't he almost 17? How is he so young* he thought, for the next few minutes of conversation his only thought was to punch Bruce in the face until his teeth broke. He's going to eat, then I'll make sure he eats properly, he thought. He took him to his own house. He carried him easily.

****

Tim was angry when they entered the house. He didn't like people touching him. He wasn't used to it. Usually the only contact he had was during fights outside of his team. There was a strange feeling on the back of his neck. When Jason let him go he rubbed the back of his neck. He looked at Jason "What the hell do you want!" he said angrily. Jason said "Sit down" when he went to the kitchen. Tim crossed his arms and looked at him. Jason started getting ingredients for pancakes. Tim said "What do you want from me hood". Jason said, “You know I have a name, right?” Tim said, “Oh, really? Just like I have a name?” Jason flinched, but changed the subject. “You said you were going to eat. When was the last time you even ate?” Tim tilted his head thoughtfully. “I ate when I went to help at the soup kitchen before going to bed. The new stock of supplies was coming in.” Jason asked, “And when was that?” Tim tilted his head thoughtfully. “Around 12-1 in the afternoon,” he said. Jason asked, “Why didn’t you sleep last night?” Tim sighed. He wondered why he was asking so many questions. Then he said, “I work. I go straight to work after patrol, and when I get off, I sleep.” Jason’s eyebrows rose slightly. But he didn’t comment. Warning bells were going off in his head. Tim’s body had relaxed a little. Jason had started preparing the pancake batter, watching him from time to time. “Would you like to take a shower before dinner? I can get you some clothes,” he said. Tim blinked. He usually did this in the cave. Tim finally nodded and went into the bathroom. Jason had looked after him *I wonder if he noticed* he thought as he looked at his palm.

***

When Tim got out of the bathroom, clean clothes were on the bed. The hoodie was big and thick *warm* he thought. It was six. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed. *I washed the clothes at the mansion yesterday, I'll give them back when I get them* he thought. He didn't want to get someone's clothes dirty. When he left the room, he turned towards the smell of food. Jason had prepared the pancakes. He was washing his hands when he heard footsteps "Hey bird, dinner is ready. Are the clothes ready?" he said. Tim blinked *bird? This is new" he thought. Then he said "yes thanks hood. The bottom is perfect. The top is comfortable". Jason asked "That's good. What time is your patrol?" Tim took out his phone and looked at it "In 2 hours. But before that I'll be in the cave working on a case" he said. Jason said "I understand" he put a stack of pancakes in front of him. Tim blinked. "Eat as much as you want. I put too much stuff in," Jason said as he put a plate in front of himself and started eating.

[youshouldhavepaidattentiondad]

Holding on to Feel the Same

Ao3

The sweet taste of cherry pie lingers on Duke's tongue. With a satisfied sigh, he sets down his fork.

Miss Holloway appears, clearing the empty plate with a grin. “How was it?”

“It was delicious, darlin’. It always is,” Duke chuckles.

The jukebox plays some 80's ballad to the empty diner. The clock on the wall reads a quarter till midnight.

In this moment, it feels like they're the only two people in the world.

Duke gives her a dreamy smile. He stands from his seat at the counter, extending a hand to her. “May I have this dance?”

Musical laughter escapes Miss Holloway's painted lips as she steps around the counter to take his hand. “You certainly can.”

As they sway together to the music, Duke gathers his courage. “I have a question for you.”

“Oh?” Miss Holloway tilts her head. “What is it?”

-

The question hangs heavy in the silence.

Sam takes one deep breath then another. “Never mind,” he finally says through gritted teeth.

“Sam, honey, just talk to me,” Charlotte pleads, voice wavering like she's about to cry.

“Fine.” A hand reaches up to pull off his aviators. His blue eyes are filled with tears. “Why do we keep doing this, Char? We're both fucking miserable.”

Gasping, Charlotte shakes her head. “We're just in a rough patch right. It'll get better-”

“When?” Sam demands, his voice breaking. “It's been years, nothing is getting better, Nothing is helping. Not counseling, not cuddle nights, nothing.”

He takes a deep breath, bringing a hand up to wipe at his eyes. Exhaustion bleeds into his voice. “I'm tired, Char. I'm so fucking tired.”

-

“Then sleep?” Paul suggests, brow furrowed in confusion. “I don't-”

“No, Paul,” Emma tries again with a sigh. Her brown eyes glimmer sadly. “I'm tired of this.” She gestures between the two of them. “I'm not- I'm not the settling down type. I'm not the girl you take home to meet your parents and have a nice little white picket fence life with.”

Blinking, Paul slowly stands from where he had been kneeling. The ring box in his hands closes loudly, the sound echoing in the quiet.

“So that's a no,” he tries to say nonchalantly. His voice still trembles.

“Look, I'm sorry.” Emma tries to console him. A hand comes up to run back through her hair as she watches how poorly he attempts to cover up the obvious heartbreak.

“Okay.” Paul slides the ring box back into his pocket. “Okay.” He gives her a weak smile. “Okay. Thanks for letting me know.”

He gives a thumbs up. “I should go. Take care, Emma.” He heads for the door, hoping she'll call after him.

-

There's no sound.

Ted sits on his bed as he studies the photograph cradled in his hands. Silent tears slip down his cheeks as he stares at the image.

He's there, young and naive, face free of facial hair. He ignores himself in favor of the young woman beside him. 

Years have passed but he can't seem to let go. Despite the sadness, resentment burns at his heart just like the tears in his eyes.

She never bothered to reach out to him so why should he go through the trouble of tracking her down? What does it matter If he loves her?

Jenny clearly didn't want him.

The silence breaks as he mutters, “Fucking bullshit.”

-

“What?” Ethan asks, tone stunned as he stares at Lex.

“You heard me!” Anger rages like fire in Lex's eyes. “I work my stupid fucking minimum wage job and come home to cook and clean and all this other shit-”

Ethan tries to shush her. “Babe, keep it down, Hannah's trying to sleep-”

This only seems to infuriate Lex more. Her voice drops to deadly quiet. “I do everything and what do I get for it?” She hisses.

“Babe, you're not alone-” Ethan tries, only to be cut off.

“It sure fucking feels like it!” Lex shakes her head, hands fumbling in her jacket pockets for her cigarettes and lighter. “I just- I need to be alone for one goddamn minute.”

She walks out the door, slamming it behind her.

-

Pete flinches at the sound. He stands on the doorstep, unsure of what to do next.

On the other side of the door, he can hear the mayor and Steph yelling at one another. He winces at their raised voices, taking a step back.

After what feels like an eternity, the shouting stops. The door flies open and Steph storms out. She takes Pete’s hand, squeezing so hard it feels like his fingers might come off.

Pete waits until they've walked a couple blocks before he stops, tugging Steph to a halt as well.

She turns to look at him, tears streaked with mascara running down her face.

He pulls her into a tight hug, unsurprised when she slumps against him.

“He hates me,” Steph manages to get out before her voice gets stolen by a sob. “He hates me and I don't know why.”

-

“He's just adjusting,” Tom assures, frowning slightly. “I'm sure he doesn't hate you.”

Becky sighs. “Tim said it to my face, Tom. I don't know if he thinks I'm trying to replace his mom or that I'm trying to steal you from him,  but he said it and it felt like he meant it.”

Tom fidgets with the piece of wood in his hands. “I'm sure he'll come around, Beck. He's nine. Big emotions and all that.”

Nodding, she sighs again as she sinks into a nearby chair. “I don't want to cause problems between you and your son,” Becky explains, “But I don't want to lose you again. It was hard enough the first time.”

-

Wiley laughs, a harsh, gravelly sound. “Really now? What, were you heartbroken over me, Johnny? Crying into your pillow like some lovesick teenage girl?”

Without thinking, John hits his fist off the plexiglass that divides the two of them. The ache in his hand is nothing compared to the pain in his chest. “I loved you!” he snaps, composure completely shattered.

Smirking, Wiley takes a step forward, placing an open palm on the plexiglass, right over John's fist. “I think you messed up there, Johnny. You said it in past tense. We both know you're not over me.”

The tags around John's neck feel like they weigh a thousand pounds. 

Wiley's grin only grows. “Oh, I know you,  Johnny. I know you even better than you know yourself. You keep hoping I'm going to come back. No matter how much you try to push it down, try to ignore it, you just can't get rid of that hope.”

It hurts. John feels like he can't breathe. His hand relaxes, his palm pressed against Wiley's through the plexiglass. 

“You want to beg for me to come back.” Wiley's eyes glint maliciously. “Go on.  Just ask.”

-

Duke swallows nervously. “Would you want to go on a date sometime?”

Their dancing comes to an abrupt halt as Miss Holloway stares at Duke, something akin to horror in those bright blue eyes.

“Oh, Duke…” She steps away from him, shaking her head. “I'm sorry, but I can't.”

His heart drops. “But I thought-” he starts.

“I'm sorry,” She repeats. She reaches up like she's going to cup his face, but jerks her hand back like she's been burned. “I'm not… you could do better.”

“But I want it to be you,” he counters almost desperately.

Shaking her head once more, Miss Holloway turns away from him. “It's late. You should get going. I need to close up.”

Defeated, Duke heads for the door, the bitter taste of rejection lingering on his tongue.

[youcantkillamutant]

reading this insanely wonderful piece (?), work (?), analysis (?) by @plutoslvr and really deeply thinking about Kevin leaving after his hand was broken. And just thinking about how fear doesn't always make you a coward, and Kevy, oh Kevy...is the perfect example of that. I don't even remember what happened in cannon or EC at this point so I'm just imagining Jean finding Kevin in the locker room or something and idk falling to his knees in front of him, whispering in French.

"What have they done to you?" and Kevin, ever the perfect piece of property goes

"It was my fault. My fault. I did this. I made him do this." and Jean knows what Riko sounds like. Knows how Riko's words sound when they're forced past Kevin's teeth, but he knows the pain of ignoring them too, of deviating from the script given to them by their Master. And then he looks down again, and he sees so, much, blood. They will kill him. He thinks. He knows. He knows. And as much as he hates Kevin for being number 2, for having the illusion of privilege in this rotted basement, he loves him more. This is the boy he taught French to. This is the boy who whispered corrections to him in the hallway, who pushed him just enough on the court to keep his coveted 3, who tried time and time again to distract Riko from his own maniacal decline. It didn't work. They knew it wouldn't. This is the boy who made him promise to stay. Made him promise to stay alive and showed him every day how to be brave. How surviving every hour made him braver, stronger, truer, than anyone on their court.

"You must leave. Now." And the words were rushed from his lips but he could only see the blood as he said over and over again, maintenant, maintenant, maintenant Kevin. S'il te plait. And Kevin, Kevin who never imagined that this could be his life, who knew only the Court and Exy and Riko, Riko, Riko, shook his head so furiously his vision swam. It was the blood loss, he thought, distantly.

"You cannot play." The words were nothing, it was the truth of them that cut Kevin to the bone. If he couldn't play, he was nothing. He was hardly anything to begin with, not with Riko standing before him, but now? Kevin opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came. Jean, for the first time in a long time, touched his face. Cupped his cheeks and pulled his eyes to his.

"They will kill you. You must go." But Kevin was already shaking his head, already shivering, already crying. His good hand clutched at Jean's forearm, reveling in the warmth. How could someone be so warm in a place this cold, he wondered. But it was Jean. Jean had always been brilliant.

"I can't." And the words were choked from him, and his vision was swimming but Jean was there, holding him up, holding him.

"Two years ago I made you a promise." Jean was quiet now, speaking the words into the scant space between them.

"You made me promise to never take myself away from you. To stay alive." Kevin breathed, and clutched Jean's arm tighter, fighting away the memory of that night, of all the blood.

"You must promise me the same Kevin. Do not take yourself away from me."

"I can't."

"You must." then, quieter, foreheads touching, noses bumping, lips a hair's breadth away. "Leave." Jean breathed in the scent of him, the salt from his tears and the metallic tang of his blood, and even deeper than that, the clovers and the pine and the cinnamon. He looked in his eyes, the greenest things he'd ever since since coming down to this place, and knew it would be the last time. Another breath, just one more, and then,

"Partir."

[galaxysharks]

@this-girl-in-dead-fandoms @ollitheheadphoneskid23 @trickarrows-bishop here friends

They Say We Die Twice

Billy shivered as the breeze ruffled the collar of his jacket. Quickly shoving his hands under his arms, he cursed under his breath. Wasn't Mexico supposed to be hot? Even if it was Octo--no November now.

Agatha said she felt a massive influx of magical energy in this town, but then she fucked off to who knows where, and he hasn't felt anything.

Just as he was about to make a note about listening to the derangedly departed, he saw a flicker to his left. A cemetery, old and quiet but lively, by the dozens of families gathered amongst the stones. Something about the place drew him in, and he leaned against the wrought iron gates.

He was about to turn and head back to his hotel when a voice called out.

"hola, hijo! Entra, únete a nosotros" a man, maybe in his sixties, called and gestured him over.

"Oh, uh, no I don't...um... No habla....um" Billy stuttered in response, fumbling his way forward. The man met him halfway, pausing briefly to grab a small blanket and a plate with some kind of bread on it.

Billy's shoulders sagged in warm relief when the surprisingly heavy cloth was laid over them. The man wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pressed the plate into his hands.

"It's ok, hijo, but I appreciate the attempt," the man's eyes sparkled with amusement, "now, are you looking for someone specific?" He gestured to the stones, neatly lining the ground.

"oh, um.... Not, not reall--not here" Billy mumbled as he watched a pair of boys, clearly brothers, chase each other around the tables. The hand on his shoulder squeezed, and the man turned to face him.

"do you have a picture?"

Wordlessly, Billy pulled out his phone and pulled up a picture of himself and Tommy. Upon seeing it, the man smiled sadly and walked them over to a quiet bench, grabbing another plate along the way.

"stay. Eat and remember him. It has not been long, he'll make his way to you tonight." With that, the man placed down what Billy now notices is a plate of tamales, and rejoined his family, pulling each of the running boys under an arm, much to their delight.

Billy sat for a moment, absentmindedly stuffing one of the bread rolls into his mouth. Pleasantly noting the sweet flavor. Just as he was about to return the blanket and thank the family, he caught movement out of the corner of his eye, and felt a surge of magical force. Whipping around, Billy just catches a flash of deep green and brown.

Jogging after, Billy stumbles to a stop as he rounds a mausoleum. Tucked back by a tree, was Rio, it must be. She was slightly different. He had seen her skull faced form before, but this form also had eyes that almost resembled pinprick eerie flames, hovering in the voids where her eye sockets aught to be.

But even more interesting was the boy perched in her lap. Shadows almost seemed to cling to his form, and from where he was, Billy could just about make out a skull, almost through the boy's face, like he had transparent skin. He was giggling as he smeared paint along the ridges in Rio's face, painting the details of a tragic, sad skull..

Billy watched as the boy pulled one of the sweet bread rolls from somewhere and held it up to the Death entity. He saw and felt more than heard her low chuckle, as power radiated out. Her mandible hinged open to take the offered treat, and Billy gasped as his mind was flung to his brother, to Mrs. Hart, Alice, Lilia, even Agatha.

Billy felt the air rush out of his lungs and his knees buckle as Death turned her gaze on him. The specks of green fire flared in what he can only assume is recognition. Her teeth closed, and suddenly he could feel sweet oxygen flow back in.

"Someone's here....." Rio's voice was low, and rumbled in the ground itself. She shifted, pulling the boy further into her embrace, almost enshrouding him completely in the clinging shadows radiating from her. Strangely, she made no other move. She didn't rise or turn to face him directly. She seemed.... lethargic, and distracted. Her eyes constantly shifting around, only settling on him every so often.

Billy watched as the boy gently cradled Rio's face and pressed a kiss to the top of the nasal bone. He then began untangling himself from her grasp. Her distraction ceased immediately, as her gaze locked in to follow the child as he approached Billy.

"you're Mama's new friend. Mother doesn't like you very much." His voice held mischief, and a slight echo. His eyes were intelligent, like he knew far more than his age should allow. He was grinning, which was made much more unsettling by the transparency of his skin over his skull. It struck Billy exactly who he was speaking to.

"You! You're--"

"Nicholas Scratch and you're the boy Mama actually spends time with. Come on, it's rude to just stare" he grabbed Billy's hand and began pulling him towards the sitting entity.

As their hands touched, Billy was suddenly overwhelmed by a flash of green, and the air around the jolted to life. Dozens, hundreds, maybe thousands of souls crowded the cemetery. Men, women, children, even animals all seemed to flow out from Rio. Collecting near alters or standing with the families. Each one connected by a barely visible string of power back to Death.

Billy was held up with an unnatural strength as he stumbled in shock. As they got closer, Billy realized why Rio was so lethargic. Her breath was heavy, and labored like someone that had just finished a marathon.

".....This would certainly explain the surge of power....." Billy murmured as he turned this way and that, trying to dissect exactly what he was seeing. His arm was yanked suddenly, nearly tipping him over.

"Stand still, Mother can't see living beings very well like this" Nicholas has the petulant sass that only children seemed to manage.

"what is she doing?"

"She's bringing them home. Once a year, Mother gives a gift to the people that don't get mad at her presence by leading the souls back to visit. The gift of time." He paused for a moment, almost seeming nervous, "well, the ones that have someone to see anyway. When no one remembers you, then Mother can't find your string to pull you back."

Billy blinked at that. " What do you mean?"

The boy rolled his eyes, like it should be obvious," memories, they make strings, when the last person forgets you, your string breaks, and you're stuck on the other side." He gestured to a nearby dog, whose string was frail and flickering, " his owner's sick. This will be his last visit."

Billy almost winced even as he asked, stealing glances at Rio, though she didn't seem to hear them, "....and Ghosts?"

Nicholas looked like he was about to answer when Rio spoke up, still distracted and distant "I'm sorry my love.....ghosts don't have strings......" Her arm slowly rose to possibly pet the boy, but recoiled slightly as her hand instead touched Billy's arm. Her gaze gradually shifted eventually landing on him as the flames in her eyes flickered, ".....you? YOU!"

Billy flinched as she suddenly surged upright, shaking the ground and sending the tree roots up through the soil. The spirits around them seemed magnetically drawn to the scene, growing agitated and restless.

This is how I die. Thought Billy, raising his arms in a weak defense. It's not as though he could do anything to Death anyway. Just as he was sure that a tree branch was going to pierce his chest, or his lungs would explode, Rio grunted and seemed to collapse back down.

"Mother! No, you rest now!" Nicholas caught Rio and guided her back against the tree.

"No.... Nicky...., he can't take you" her eyes rapidly swung around the graveyard.

"Hey, hey, I'm not going to take him I promise! Agatha isn't here!" Billy lifted his arms and knelt down in an attempt to look as pathetic and harmless as possible, " Nicky was just.... showing me your gift"

"You.....you see him...."

"Yes, yes I see him Rio" Billy watched as she gently tilted Nicky's face to look at her. He then noticed something. Over the time they had been speaking, Nicky's face had seemed to gather more substance, his skull no longer visible.

"Mother, he knows me now. He'll remember." Nicky curled into Rio's neck, wrapping his arms around her, and Billy understood. He saw the thinnest string, this one a different, deep, green, grow ever so slightly more sturdy. Billy has memories of Nicholas now, and memories make strings, and strings lead you home.

Seemingly satisfied with his choices, Nicholas pulled part of Rio's cloak around himself and began chasing that dog around. Rio stared at Billy before she sighed and settled back.

"I won't forget him Rio. I promise"

She glanced at the phone in his hand, still opened to the photo,"Show me.....I have....a gift for you...."

When he turned the screen in her direction she stared for a long moment, then the pinprick eyes blazed as she glanced over.

Billy followed her, and there, leaning on the bench, downing the remaining tamales was him, he swallowed and looked up.

"hey, bro!"

[calirph]

𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐗'𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐁𝐑𝐀 𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒. 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐈𝐗 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. quotes have been taken from a transcript of episode eight of season six of cobra kai (cobra kai season six: part 2 episode 4). mentions of abuse, torture and drinking so please keep those in mind. you can change name, locations and pronouns as you see fit.

Hey, how's she doing?

 I need you to do something for me.

With Miguel dropping out, Miyagi-Do is down a fighter.

 Your mom's gonna be fine. Don't worry.

Can you maybe do that later so the rest of us can get on?

Relax, buddy. Economy ain't going anywhere.

Hey, look. Stay calm, okay?

Last thing we need to do is get kicked off the plane. Please.

"Neat" means "no ice," babe.

Oh man, what a day.

I can't even imagine what Johnny's going through.

I just wish we could do something.

But, uh, we also have big problem here, Daniel-san.

I knew Kreese hated my guts, but kidnapping me?

How did Kreese know you were searching for answers about Miyagi?

She was there when I was asking Gunther about the headband.

She probably set his whole scheme in motion, and now they got this long-haired brute doing their dirty work.

If Kreese thinks he can pull this shit and get away with it, he's got another thing coming.

Looks like we got LaRusso rattled.

Good.Now the real fun begins.

Dial up the pressure.

I don't approve. Our team should be focused on the tournament.

I won't have my grandfather's students  risking the shame of disqualification for petty fights off the mat.

Your grandfather is the one that taught me that battles aren't reserved for the battlefield.

Kreese expects retaliation, so we must show restraint.

Focus on competition.

I'm sorry I was not there to help you, Daniel-san. I was in very bad place.

But if we're gonna stand down, we've gotta go into defense mode.

The kids have to stay in for tonight.

Sensei Chozen. Uh, the team and I really need to clear our minds tonight. Is it cool if we hit the town?

Only if you hit the town hard.

Kids will be okay.

 Did you talk to Miguel before he left?

We were so excited about exploring Barcelona together. And now...

How are you feeling?

 Thinking about adding rum to this Coke.

 Yeah, right. You don't drink.

Now might be a good time to start. I've been screwing everything up since Tory put us on a break. And you know what makes it worse is it's not even affecting her.

Tory chose the other side. And I feel terrible for her. But we can't keep letting her get in our heads like this. It's time to accept that she's against us.

See her knock that girl's tooth out? She's a badass.

A spot opened up in Miyagi-Do, and they need you to compete in the Sekai Taikai.

You were disregarding me all tournament. And you're making things worse right now.

You'll probably make things worse at the hospital too. Like drinking in the parking lot when Robby was born.

No wonder Robby's so messed up.

Hey, man, that's a low blow. Don't bring Robby into this.

I know you're upset you didn't get captain, but he won that fair and square.

You let her cut the line?

Yeah, she's hot.

Looking after my students. What are you doing here?

Or maybe you're looking to make more trouble for Miyagi-Do.

If you're looking for teenagers, try the beach district.

My sponsors are paying for this whole trip anyway.

You should take some photos so you can remember your one trip to the big time.

Maybe I'll take a photo of you on the mat at the finals. Knocked out. Next to all of your teeth.

Remember, you have a girlfriend.

We have girlfriends. We love our girlfriends. Think with that head.

Well, how about you, tall man? Do you want to dance?

Is your boyfriend better at kissing than he is at fighting?

Stop that. What? I'm just being friendly.

See any with matching jackets and snakes on them?

Think you can handle it?

You tell him, I'll break your arm.

If you tell her, I will break your neck.

You bring dishonor to karate.

Your long-haired goon put Daniel-san in dog cage.

Whatever you think happened, Cobra Kai had nothing to do with it. I would know.

That's a pretty cool kata. What's it called?

I... I am not supposed to speak with opponent.

We're not on the mat.

It's pretty late to be training.

Always time for training.

What happened to your back?

Nobody's been able to land a point on you yet.

I saw what happened with your sensei.

My sensei wants me to be the best. It's because of him I never lose.

There are other ways of teaching. I mean, I gotta admit, your dojo's pretty great.

Thank you. You're pretty... Your... your dojo's pretty good too.

Mind if I join?

You wanna switch dojos?

Your walk. I was going back to hotel.

I just miss you. I wish you were here.

We're at this little tapas bar. It's pretty cool. I'll show you.

You shady little man-whore.

No need to worry. I'll keep her warm tonight.

Oh, come on. Make a move.

Guess I'll just have to kick your ass on the mat, then. Again.

What the hell do you want?

I took a big leap coming to Miyagi-Do, just to get humiliated because of him.

But if you two can't get past this, then your friends in Spain are gonna have to forfeit.

This is never gonna end until one of you ends it. Someone is gonna have to lose that battle

so you can finally end the w*r. Okay?

I didn't think you needed my support as much as Robby.

He doesn't have what you have.  He's not going to college next year. Sekai Taikai is the biggest thing he's got going for him.

You're my son too.

I've tried my best to get myself together, be a good guy. Things like this happen, and it feels like I could lose everything all over again.

I asked you to go back where you belong.

So call him, sweetheart.

That was a great shot. Good back knuckle.

So, what do you think of Barcelona?

Other than a couple of trips to Disney World, I haven't really been outside of California.

But there's so much world to see. And Barcelona's not such a bad place to start.

And end with fight for the world tournament of karate?

Little rival team play time, huh?

Cobra Kai. Those assholes.

Nice round kick.

Nice counterstrike.

I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong idea.

Already after curfew. I... I must go. Sorry.

This is not my fault. You were the one dancing with another girl.

You just can't handle that she wanted me over you.

Okay, no one here is jealous. If you don't like facing consequences, maybe don't do shitty things.

Becoming an elite karate fighter. Which you did faster than anyone I know. And I know a lot of people in karate.

So go show them that you are not Shit Butt.  You are Kenny Payne.

A member of the dojo that, with your help, is gonna win the Sekai Taikai.

It'd be pretty cool to come back a world champion.

Hey, can we just talk about this when I get there? I really gotta go.

What do you call, uh, headlock move you use on idiot tourist?

As if I'd give away my secrets to the enemy.

She must have really broken your heart if you let a little flower take you down.

Nothing take me down.

My head is pounding. I barely remember last night.

Thanks for your bravery on that flight.

Karate... is what brought us together. And this is your big chance, Miguel. Go back and finish what you started.

Obviously, this stays between us.

And no one can know what happened on the beach.

Uh, we just crossed paths.

We found man who kidnapped you. Follow him here.

Of course I did. I have questions of my own.

You know, I haven't forgotten about yesterday's as*ault.

Actions have consequences, Daniel. As you're about to find out.

Nice job. You've got them running scared.

Sensei Wolf? You sent this thug to kidnap me? Why?

Because, Danny boy...what would life be without a few surprises?

[achillean-knight]

HOPE THIS LOOKS ALRIGHT! Papyrus Knight for @itsmebeff! Genuinely thought it'd take me a millennia to get around to drawing him, but the design was just too cool and gave me sm motivation that I HAD to give it a go! >:3!

[stop-breaking-my-heart-dragonage]

my greatest achievement in DA2 is maxing out Carver's friendship

and all it took was begrudgingly kissing a little templar ass in act 1 because Carver didn't want to plan a prison break if my Hawke got his ass arrested for being stupid.

[odd-chips]

"You keep drawing Tim and profile-"

AND I'LL DO IT AGAIN!

AND HE'LL KEEP GETTING MORE CHINS, TOO!!

Anyways it's cliche, but I'm a big, big fan of "parents hate The Thing, but kid is The Thing" trope!! (This has NOTHING to do with my Danny Phantom obsession. Whatever. Leave me alone. Please ignore the fact that his sister knows he's The Thing and has to try to help keep it a secret. Irrelevant.)

Currently I only have a vague undercurrent of a story where some important Roseberg matriarch was violently killed by some type of werecreature, and the family has held this resentment for decades. I'd like for it to turn out that what actually happened was she got down bad for the werecreature and they ran away together or something hoiJKLFD

[bitternace]

Any number? 23 and saïx :)

couldn't count all the ways that i've died for you

[ID: a digital drawing of saix from kingdom hearts. He is shown from the hip up, his body in 3/4's and his face in profile. He is shadowed in warm tones. He has a neutral expression, and he's standing straight.

The background is transparent except for a circle that lays from the middle of his shoulders and upwards, with three sections that have a slightly bigger circumference where one to three, seven to eight, and eight to nine would be on a clock. All scenes are blue tones with a noise overlay. these three are all from saix's perspective.

In the first, there is a cloaked figure shown from the waist down, the tip end of young xehanort's keyblade leans forward and some of it goes out of bound, tiled floor as a background. The second one is saix's hand reaching for kingdom hearts. The third is his hand reaching towards Lea, who lies on the floor of radiant garden's lab.

The rest of the circumference is a labyrinth wall in keyblade's graveyard, with a harsh diagonal line of light on the upper half. Most of the circumference is lined black, except from nine to one o'clock, lined white. /End ID.]