#aint nobody turned around

[orpheusilver]

listening to hadestown again and oh boy you would not believe who eurydice is making me think of

[loonylooly]

Nothing worse than being silly with your friends then looking over and seeing 3 girls fully turned around in their chairs staring at you and whispering 🤭

[googoothegodofblood]

Its like. SO surreal when you grow up "alongside" an artist- youre the same age, but they had a following bigger and better before you ever had social media to begin with, you two grow up, you follow their progress and they enjoy your support..

the clock strikes 19, and suddenly its like a ticking time bomb to see if they realized the responsability on their shoulders and that they need to grow up-their sudden power imbalance with younger friends, mutuals and fans. Do they know the damage they can cause? most of them dont.

Through a mix of self unawareness and selfishness, they hurt someone. they hurt a minor and now this person you watched develop before your very own eyes is the religated piece of shit of the week and shunned from the community.

Its even worse when thats your friend..

[stargod]

Hi, sorry, its been literally 4 months since QuintonReviews put out the Beverly Hillbillys video of all time and i'm still not over the fact that all upperclass people from urban areas were apparently so unaware of crayfish that no one knowing What They Were could b A Running Joke for like Half the Series???? How? How??? Ive never Met a person who doesnt know a crayfish. My moms from Minneapolis and she regularly went to catch crayfish in streams n creeks! Its genuinely my favorite joke I'm absolutely elated at the notion 😭🤣🤣

[witchyliterature]

GOOD AND PLENTY; K.B 

witchy tip

➤ drinking mugwort tea is good for astral projection

15. hoc non est verum (written portion)

notes; sorry guys the written portion is a little longer than i wanted, i was gonna add the car drive as well but i may make that a separate like “insider” type thing is that’s what you guys want?

m.list

as you looked around for your headphones you could feel your hands tremor, you couldn’t tell if it was from excitement, anxiety or both.

on one hand, you were oozing with zest and not even just for the trip. a sordid, more selfish part of you that ached for katsuki’s acknoledgement and love felt as though cancelling the spell was a betrayal to yourself. you edged yourself with your own desires and ripped it away just when it was getting to the good part. spending private time with katsuki would only be the plus side, if you kept him under this incantation, he would be with you for life. you would be the girl of his dreams, the only one he desires, his one true love.

but the other side of you understood how malicious that was. one cannot manipulate someone’s feelings like that, regardless of how good it would feel or now passionate one would love the other in return.

alongside the fact that you understood that soon you would have to reveal you kept him under a love spell, which knowing, katsuki would turn him into an even madder man than he already is.

“it’s not fair” you muttered to yourself, thinking back to how you denied all his advances and professions of love for the sake of morality, when you wanted nothing more then frivolously discard them and make up your own laws for humans; one that stated that not matter want means you obtained what you want, it would be ok to keep them as they were.

either way, the loss of memories was something that truly wasn’t fair to anyone, including him. plus, this isn’t the katsuki you fell in love with. his abrasive, brass, aggressive, temperamental personality was something you oddly treasured. this sappy wannabe was only a shell of the man you craved and loved wholly.

you shook your head as you attempted to push those thoughts to the back of your mind, finally spotting your headphones, next to your charger.

soon, your ID and hero license was spotted on your drawer, which you quickly swiped before placing all of them into your large duffel bag. lugging it onto your shoulder and finally leaving your room.

“you guys leaving now?” izuku said, he was holding hands with ochako whilst ejiro and ashido were walking slightly behind them, engaging in their own conversation but stopping when noticing you.

“yep, gonna be gone for what i assume is the weekend so don’t wait up late tonight” you informed.

strings of ‘ok’s’ followed afterwards, resulting in a smile. soon, everyone was diving for a hug.

“i know how hard this is gonna be yn, but you’re doing the right thing.” ejiro spoke into the group hug.

“wait, you know?” izuku asked.

“yeah, ashi updated me since aint nobody wanted to tell me shit… but whatever.” ejiro sulked jokingly.

“sorry! i felt bad plus i needed to gossip to him about this u literally couldn’t hold it in.” ashido apologised.

“its fine, im surprised that your big ass mouth could even keep it in for that long” you joked.

“yeah, you dead wrong.” ashido said before everyone erupted into laughter.

“gosh, stay strong yn, and don’t give in! be strong.” ochako motivated you, pumping a small fist into the air, causing izuku to blush.

“you’re so cute occhan.” izuku complimented, causing his blush to deepen.

“no you’re cute!” ochako giggled.

“definitely not cuter than you!” izuku rebutted.

“yes you are, my little izu” ochako giggled once more.

“non of you are cuter than yn, wrap it up before everyone starts throwing up.” katsuki scoffed, keeping his eyes on you while he spoke.

those stupid eyes of his, piercing and striking. they read through everything and reduced you down to your core. you evaded these eyes for however many weeks, ignoring his advances flat and walking away when he even appeared. but here they are, meeting you, analysing you and artificially loving you.

you really fucking hated your life right now.

“thanks i guess kat” you responded, rolling your eyes when you wanted nothing more than to hold him.

“you ready?” katsuki asked, walking up to you.

“yeah, sorry to keep you waiting.” you spoke.

“i’d wait forever for you, let me hold your things princess.” he responded quickly without missing a beat, he held his hand out so that he could grab your stuff. a blush adorned his face despite his display of confidence.

“no it’s fine, i don’t want-“

“i said ill hold your stuff so dont ever think it would be a bother.. or whatever you were gonna say.” katsuki interrupts you, snatching the bag off you with speed he didn’t even show during sparring.

as you stood there shocked, everyone else was stifling their giggles or watching intently as though you guys were a soap opera.

“if that’s what you want to do i guess.” you replied, pretending to be nonchalant when you were cheesing on the inside.

“alright, later losers. don’t fucking text me ‘cus i wanna spend some quality time with my girl so if there’s an issue, it will have to wait. let’s go baby.” katsuki held your hand and dragged you whilst the others burst into laughter.

“bye lovebirds!” ashido yelled out.

“don’t break the bed!” ochako laughed loudly.

“you guys are so annoying!” you yelled back at them, to which they responded with laughter and waves.

as you two marched down the sidewalk, you finally realised you don’t even know where he was dragging you to.

“where the hell are we even going?” you asked, pulling your wrist from his tight grasp.

“we are going to mine, need to get my car so i can drive us honey, remember?” katsuki turned back, this time grabbing your hand and interlocking them.

“right” you responded, allowing him to hold your hand. if this was going to be the last day that he would be as in love with you as he is now, might as well indulge a little.

“also, are we gonna be doing the things they were.. um… like the.. you know what, never mind.” katsuki’s face was bright red, he tried to turn his face away to hide how embarrassed he looked.

“what are you- wait.” you cut yourself off once you realised what he was asking.

“are you asking if i’m planning to fuck you?” you smirked, moving closer to his face to get him more flustered.

“no need to be so crass! i just, needed to know if i should get some… things.” katsuki’s face trailed off as he continued to get more shy, speeding away while also keeping his grip on your hands tight.

“such as?” you said, feigning innocence.

“you know what! stop trying to be a smartass and hurry up before we are late.”

“you don’t even know what time we have to be there.” you chuckled in response.

“drive yourself then.” katsuki tried to hide his smile as he let go of your hand.

“ok, ok i’m sorry!” you laughed as you went to grab his hand.

‘this isn’t right’ you thought as you laughed at his jokes on the walk to his house.

‘this isn’t real’ you told yourself as he put his arm around your waist protectively when some guys were eyeing you up.

you constantly reminded yourself that this would never be real, even if he had feelings for you prior to this, your stupid mistake will cost you what could’ve been between the two of you.

from the walk to his house, to getting in his fancy car, to the rode trip conversation that made your flustered through his kind smile and flirtatious banter, there was one phrase that kept you in check from fallling for the fantasy.

this is not real.

[sinsofbeauty]

Red Stained Sunflower Pt. 3

Fandom: The Texas Chainsaw Massacre Game

Pairing: Johnny Slaughter x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Use of Pet Names, Suggestive Nsfw content, Cigarette mention/usage, SMUT!!, Fingering, P in V, Unprotected (Stay safe), slight choking, and more but I don’t wanna spoil the fun ;3

Requested?: Yeeee!!!

Overview: If the events that happened the night before weren't enough, then tonight sure as hell would be. After an awkward encounter, you find yourself alone with the man who has such a hold on you. Talking and playing around won’t compare to what you got yourself into tonight.

A/n: This is the last part of this little series!! If you would like to see more Johnny feel free to send me an ask/request! I got a couple in my inbox so I’ll be working on those! Johnny’s a little more soft but can be a bit aggressive in this one so if ya aint feeling it DNI!!

This chapter contains written NSFW content. Minors are advised to not interact!! Enjoy!

Red Stained Sunflower Pt.1 - Red Stained Sunflower Pt.2

You weren't prepared for really visiting the Slaughter home the next day. Your heart pumped strangely after Johnny left last night with his confident demeanor and witty remarks. You couldn't sleep all night from it. The man’s scent had still lingered in your room, especially on your bed where he decided to make himself comfortable. You hated him for that. You loved the thought of him but hated that he was constantly on your mind.

Now you were on your way to meet the man, telling your father that you would be at Maria’s for a bit. Lying, so that you could see the trouble that dipped so far into your heart. Walking along the dirt road in your favorite sundress and a small bag, you decided to go through the front instead of the back way close to the gardens like last time. It probably would be easier since it was getting late, the sun coming close to the horizon. 

You hurried your steps as your feet silently patted on the porch, before raising your hand to knock on the door. Your hand was mere centimeters away but suddenly stopped when you heard commotion coming from the other side. And it didn’t sound good either…

“Ya’ keep leavin’ without a trace and don’t tell nobody! The hell ya’ goin’ off to?!”

You carefully pushed your ear to the door to hear if anyone was nearby. If you can recall his name, it sounded like Drayton. The older gentleman who occasionally went by the name Cook among some members of the family. Given that he didn't seem to like your presence, you didn't actually talk to him all that much. When you laugh with Bubba and Nubbins, you may receive sidelong looks or little scoffs from the kitchen. He appeared agitated, and was questioning the person who had turned his mood so sour.

“That’s none of yer damn business, old man.” 

Oh… that’s who was getting interrogated. Johnny. What they were saying appeared to grab your attention, even though it shouldn't have startled you as much as it did. 

“It’s that girl again ain’t it? Ya’ keep goin’ out and followin’ ‘er like a gosh darn puppy!” Drayton had persisted in reprimanding Johnny, his aging voice hoarse with annoyance. “What’s so special ‘bout ‘er hm? She can’t do nothin’ for ya’-“

“Watch yer tone! Before ya’ start ta’ have a real problem on yer hands.”

Drayton and Johnny both appeared to be furious, but Johnny's stance was clearly more aggressive. Given that the older man made a comment regarding other girls, you weren't sure if they were talking about you or not. Your heart briefly ached as a result. You felt a tiny bit envious when you imagined Johnny with someone else. As you refocused on the exchanged words, you briefly dared to blink. 

“Calm ya’self Johnny!” Your ears twitch to the sound of Sissy’s voice. 

“Get off a me!” He growls, sudden footsteps approaching closer the door. “Yer quick ta’ start pointin’ fingers. Do I need ta’ remind ya’ how long ya’ left us fa’?”

“Don’t chu start yappin’ at me! Ya’ know what I needed ta’ do-“

“And I know what I’m doin’, so quit yer barkin!” 

You became aware that you were still listening in as footsteps began to move dangerously towards the door. You immediately moved away from the porch, to the side of the house where the bushes encumbered beneath the window. Bubba and Nubbins emerge from the door moments later once it had opened. You see from the bushes as the two enter the white pickup truck's back bay, with Sissy trailing behind them and moving toward the passenger-side door. Johnny is furiously flailing his arms behind Drayton as the older man stumbles out of the house.

When Johnny came closer, Drayton spun around and pointed a finger in his face as the younger man's brows furrowed. “She’s makin’ ya’ weak boy. Weak! And if I have ta’ tell ya’ ta’ leave ‘er alone again-!”

“What are ya’ so afraid of ol’ man?” The man’s eyelids lower in suspicion. “I don’t have ta’ explain anythin’ ta’ anybody, and I ain’t gonna let ya’ boss me ‘round like a kid.”

“So naive, wait until ya’ mother hears about this,” Cook chuckles, hopping into the truck. “Ya’ care ‘bout ‘er more than ya’ care ‘bout yer own family. I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again, once she realizes what you are, you’ll treat ‘em like the rest once she tries ta’ leave.” 

As you saw Drayton shut the door to the truck, his remarks caused your stomach to churn, giving you anxiety-filled butterflies. The vehicle had been started, and the engine was roaring as it backed into the driveway. Once it was turned around it drove off, leaving Johnny there speechless and heated as ever. You’ve never seen him so upset, so… filled with anger. He tightened his jaw and balled his fists into the palms of his hands, a vein protruding from the side of his temple. He looked like he could kill someone, right then and there. After a period of silence, he took a long breath in and let it out harshly.

“Yer terrible at hidin’.” 

As Johnny's statement rang across the air, your heart leaped and your eyes widened. Before turning around, he had let out an abrasive huff while his tongue prodded at the insides of his cheeks. “Ya’ can stop hidin’ darlin.” He only moves a few steps before his eyes and boots come to a complete stop on the ground. He was perceptive, and that was well noted. He closed his eyes and ran a hand through his dark hair as his demeanor abruptly changed. “Come oooon, I know yer out here.”

Although you were uneasy, there was no use continuing to hide now that he had exposed you. A few seconds later, you emerged from the bushes, and Johnny's eyes shot open to meet yours. His chocolate brown eyes locked with yours at that very instant, and you could feel the rage and shame simmering behind them. With the broad grin that covered his face, he did a great job of hiding it. 

“How did you know I was here?” You asked, making him shrug his shoulders. “Could see yer footprints. They moved that way unlike the others,” His fingers pointed down to the ground, making you smirk and shake your head slightly. “Didn’t think ya’d be ‘ere so soon. Hell, thought ya’d go on and ditch me again~.” 

“Well… I uh, was thinking about it. After hearing all that.”

The smile on Johnny’s face faded as quick as it came, tilting his head slightly with the squint of his eyes. “How much did ya’ ‘ear?” He asked, stuffing his hands in his back pockets.

You fiddled with the fabric of your sundress, debating on whether or not to tell him the truth. You didn’t mean to eavesdrop, it just happened to be a bad time and you didn’t want to get caught knowing they were talking about you. It was reasonable, but then again… maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to lie right in Johnny’s face.

“Enough…” You said, making the man turn his head away. “I know Drayton didn’t like me that much but not as… much as I thought.”

Johnny shook his head, a chuckle coming from his mouth. “Heh, yeah. I got some explainin’ ta’ do don’t I?” The man had lifted his arm, hand gesturing to you as he began to approach. “Walk wit’ me?”

He smiles once again at your head nod when he approaches. He took hold of your shoulders and pulled you along with him as the two of you moved to the side of the house. “So… about that explaining?”

“Yeah yeah, I’m gettin’ to it.” Johnny rolled his eyes playfully, removing his arm from you to run his fingers through his hair again. “So impatient. Next thing I know yer gonna be bossin’ me ‘round!”

“Thought you didn’t like being told what to do.” You say, his eyes narrowing to stare at you in a playful side eye. 

“I don’t.” His voice cracks with excitement, making you giggle in response. 

Both of you had stopped, and Johnny had positioned himself on a car's damaged hood. He had rested against it, his arms crossed, and his head tilted to the side. The male had observed as your eyes silently absorbed the magnificence of the meadows. You were patiently waiting for him to resume speaking, but the breathtaking scenery fully captured your attention. The scene of the sunflowers gently colored by the sun's rays as they sway side to side in the wind. The man behind you, who had hummed at the sight, was the only one who managed to divert your attention away from the view.

Your head turns, staring Johnny with his half lidded eyes. “I should’ve brought my camera.” 

“Why didn’t you?”

“Forgot. I was so busy getting ready that I left it on my dresser.” You had fumbled through your bag in your hip, looking into it for something. 

“Got all dolled up just fa’ me? Ya’ shouldn’t have~.” Johnny was… staring a lot, and it was awfully distracting. You don’t even remember what it was that you were looking for. 

“Oh shut up.” You say, putting your bag away to your hip. “Come up with that explanation yet?”

Johnny sighed and rubbed the side of his stubbled cheek as another smile appeared on his face. “What do ya’ wanna know?”

There were many things you wished to know. Why Drayton didn't like you, whether his family disapproved of you, whether he is seeing someone else, and whatever part of him the older man was referring to. There was just a lot on the table, and you didn't have much time to gather everything from him given how soon the sun would set. “Has Drayton always had something against me?”

“Doesn’t like any girl I bring home,” Johnny explained. “Says it’s a distraction. Don’t know what the problem is when I can handle myself.” 

“Maybe he’s just worried about you?”

“Should worry ‘bout his damn self.” Johnny rolled his eyes at that.

“Okay,” You walk over to him and hop onto the hood of the car to take a seat. “Does the rest of your family… not like me?”

Johnny didn’t say anything for a moment, averting his eyes away from you as he thought about it. The man looked up at the sky, nodding his head slightly. “I… don’t really know.” He finally responded. “Sissy has her suspicions. Nubbins doesn’t really care, I know big boy likes ya’ a lot.” 

“Who Bubba?” 

“Yeaaah,” His grin starts to appear again. “He’s like a kid, likes it when ya’ spend time with ‘im. Yer much nicer than the rest of us.” 

Well that was good to know at least. You smile at that, nodding your head to the thought. “I’m glad that he likes it when I’m around. He’s like a puppy, so energetic when he’s happy. Speaking of-“

“Oh god,” Johnny sighs out loudly. “Don’t— Don’t listen to anythin’ he said beginnin’ with that!” 

“So you follow me?”

“Jesus Christ,” Johnny groans out loud, shaking his head. “I don’t follow ya’!”

“What about the skatin’ rink?” 

“That was one time!” Johnny lifted his arms up as he exaggerated his lies. “That’s cause I wanted ta’ know what ya’s been doin’.”

“I mean you did break into my house,” You teased, making him huff in irritation. “Do you usually just go into places whenever you feel like it?”

The man cracked a bit, chuckling before shaking his head at you. “Breakin’ inta’ houses ain’t my usual thing. I like bein’ more… direct. If that’s whatcha call it.” Johnny shook his shoulders at the thoughts, giving the question more attention than he probably intended. “Maybe… I’ve seen ya’ a couple times in town.” 

“Sneaky thing aren’t you~.”

“Indeed I am~,” He realized right away that you were making fun of him. After pushing himself off the hood, the man reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of crumpled smokes. 

“You’re not gonna smoke are you?” You ask with your eyebrows raised. “Those are bad y’know.”

“So nosey,” Johnny pulls out a cigarette and stuffs it into the side of his mouth. “Yer stressin’ me out with all these questions.”

“I can ask more.”

“Shut up.”

His grin seemed to morph into a naughty one when you were about to speak back to him. The chuckle that rumbled in his throat caused him to avert his eyes. He was aware of what you were about to say, and unlike yesterday, you were all by yourself with him. He smirked triumphantly and drew the lighter from his other pocket as you forced your mouth shut. However, you got an idea and got up off the car hood. You approach Johnny and snatch the cigarette out of his mouth. His expression was priceless and made you laugh out loud. 

“Uhm…hey?” He says reaching for the cigarette before you pull it back. He licks his lips with a sly grin, nodding his head. “Ohhh, okay. So that’s what we’re doin’ hm?”

“Maybe,” You reply. “Yer funny, now give it back before I take it.”

You stood there idly, not listening to a single word Johnny said. Johnny had taken that moment of silence to look over you, before his hand rushed to grab yours. It caught you off guard, your wrist with the cigarette being taken as he pulled you towards him. The front of your body collides with his, a small grunt coming from you. Looking up at the man your eyes widen. Cheeks flushed, you feel his other hand snake around your lower back to keep you there. Oh dear… what did you just get yourself into? “Tsk tsk. Yer playin’ a dangerous game here sweetheart.” Every word in Johnny's voice is dripping with seduction, like a warning sign. “If that’s whatcha wanna do, I’m all up fa’ the challenge~.” Johnny takes the cigarette from your hand and sticks it back in his mouth. What an absolute tease. The way your body effortlessly melted into him gave the man the confidence that he could get away with it. “What~? Wish I did somethin’ else wit’ ma’ mouth?” 

“If you wanted to, I’m sure you would have.” You say narrowing your eyes. 

“Oh really?” Johnny says, his hand behind your back moving to place itself on your abdomen. He moved you backwards, your hands coming in contact with the hood of the vehicle you sat on earlier. “What makes ya’ think I won’t?”

“I don’t know, maybe you do it to all your other little girlfriends.”

Your statement made Johnny laugh, having to take the smoke out of his mouth before it fell out. “Awww ya’ heard that too? Jealous~?” He made your lips purse, your eyes moving away to the side of you. “I’ll amuse ya’, so how ‘bout this. Yer the only one I’ve been talkin’ to fa’ a while.”

You look back up at Johnny, who had stuffed the cigarette back in its little box. “So amused,” You roll your eyes, trying to remove yourself away from Johnny but all he did was stand in your way. He was so close to you, that he practically had you pinned against the car and him. 

“Lookin’ a lil’ sour there honey.” He teased, the cigarette box being placed back in his pocket. “Still jealous~?”

“N-No…” You stammered, swallowing thickly when you tried to look away.

Johnny chuckles as he detects your lies. He was making you so anxious and driving you mad by imagining the other women he's seen. He was undeniably so close to your body that you would bump into him if you even attempted to move. His hands, which were still protected by his grime-stained gloves, advanced to your waist. When his face got close to yours, it made you hold your breath and your heart race.

“Can’t fool me darlin’, yer a terrible liar too.” His nose brushes against yours before he pulls his head back again. “I promise~, yer the only one I got eyes on.” Before you feel them move to your hips, the hold on your waist becomes tighter. You were raised back onto the car's hood a short while later. Johnny reached out and traced his fingertips along your exposed thighs without pausing. “Yer the only one I want.”

Once more, his face approaches yours, but this time he maintains his distance. The once-orange sky was beginning to turn dark, misty blue as the sun dropped below the horizon in the distance. The view in front of you now... drew you in more than ever, and you were unable to take your eyes off of him. Your head subconsciously turned in his direction as quiet breaths filled the chilly air in the silence. 

“I want you too…” You say quietly, making the man in front of you grin.

“Hm?” He hums, moving himself in between your legs. “Ya’ want me?”

The man takes one moment to remove his gloves while you nod your head. He places them beside you, grabs your legs, hooks them around his waist, then grabs your hips. 

“All of me?” 

Your hands that had been resting on the hood, came and cupped the sides of his cheeks. “Yes,” You reply. “I want all of you, Johnny.” 

“Ya’ sure?” The male wasn’t hesitant, he just knew what both of you were going to get into. You knew this yourself, and you nodded once more. “Good, cause I’mma keep ya’ aaaaall to myself~.” 

The man's lips had touched yours at that point. Your entire body experienced waves of arousal as well as butterflies throughout your stomach. His touch was felt, and the satisfaction from his lips lingered on your own. It appeared as though he was directing you through every step due to the way they moved so perfectly alongside yours. He tasted metallic and minty, with a hint of tobacco. 

He pulled back from the kiss as his bare hands took hold of the hem of your sundress and raised it just a bit. As he moved from your earlobe to the side of your neck, his lips made contact with your jaw. You start to gasp softly as Johnny grazes your neck with his teeth and nibbles on your tender flesh. He leaned down to your collarbone and softly sucked on the skin there, creating a small hickey in the process. A reminder of what was his.

“Drivin’ me crazy sweet pea,” He mumbled in the crook of your neck, his calloused hands massaging the top of your thighs. The more he dragged on his throbbing need for you, the more vigorously he kneaded them. “Might not be able ta’ hol’ back much longer.”

Your legs are still around Johnny's waist as he pulls away from you, but you move your eyes. They proceeded on to the growth that pressed up against his jeans and the obvious indent of his own erection in a sizable tent. You shiver at the sight.

“Gettin’ cold?” He asks, the man lifting you from the car hood.

“A little,” You half admit, your hands hanging onto his shoulders. “Didn’t think you’d care much.”

Johnny chuckles as he lowers you and unlocks the car door. The man poked his head inside and looked around as it rustled. The back window and the opposite side of the car were covered in sunflowers, and the only damage it appeared to have was a couple rips in the back seats. He moves and motions for you to enter with his hand. A hefty slap on the ass greets you as you crawl inside after taking the bag off your shoulder and throwing it within. You yelp as you turn to face Johnny, who dove with a grin on his face. 

Before climbing on top of you, he crept into the car and shut the door behind him. The man lowered his head back to your face as your back pressed up against the seat cushions and your head leaned forward. “I’ll warm ya’ up real good baby girl,” He adds as he presses his hands firmly on your lovely outfit. He raises it, revealing your (color) underwear, and wraps his fingers around them. 

Once he begins pushing the thin cloth up to your thighs, his lips come into touch with yours. As it slides down your ankles, he grabs them, taking them off your legs. He hums and pulls away from the kiss as you move your dress subtly with your hands to cover any views he might have.

“Hidin’ from me?” Your head slams against the seat as his enormous hand grabs both of your wrists and moves you lower with his other hand. He raises the clothing up to reveal you while pinning your arms above your head. As a result of Johnny's position, your legs were unable to even close completely, so he only huffed amusedly as you attempted. “Be a good girl and I might be gentle.” 

“You better be gentle,” You blurt out loud, earning a hefty laugh from Johnny.

“Riiiight, forget yer still a virgin~.” He sees you pucker your lips, Johnny taking the opportunity to peck them, making you groan. “Take this off will ya’? I wanna see everythin’.”

As you sit up to remove your sundress, Johnny draws back as you blink at him before nodding. You slipped your flats to the ground, nervously staring at Johnny as your sundress joined the pair of shoes. He had taken off his torn-up, black muscle shirt as you were doing this. The muscles you previously noticed were considerably more impressive up close. The scars, the little chest hair, and the flexed appearance of his arms. God, just looking at him made your pussy throb.

With such precision, he swiftly tossed his belt on the ground. Johnny’s boots were kicked off soon after, his jeans going down his legs and off his ankles. “God… jus’ look at ya’…” The man was in awe, his cock so strained that the boxers it held were pleading for release. He spread your legs open, looking down at you as he took in every inch of your body with his eyes. 

Johnny gives you another kiss, this time with his lips flowing against yours and his hands encircling you. He releases the clip from your bra, allowing it to fall as you adjust it to the side. The man was gentle, even attentive. His fingers stroked over you as if you were a work of art. A canvas that he was so tempted to ruin yet was too delicate to damage.

“Mmhn… I want you… Johnny…” Your words were said between kisses, the ones that got more rough with every passing moment.

Johnny pulls back, his pants evident while his lust for you grew immensely. “Yeah?” His voice is low, deep with pure emotion. 

You can feel his fingers rubbing against the slit in your pussy at that very instant. They have an unfamiliar, somewhat unusual feel about it that makes you flinch with curiosity. Before shutting, your eyes lock onto his, and as he rubs his thumb on your clit, you let out a gasp. Oh he knew what he was doing. This wasn’t his first rodeo. 

His eyes dart between you and your aching cunt as the pad of his thumb experimentally strokes your clit. You covered your face in embarrassment at the quiet grunts and tiny moans you let out. But Johnny appeared to enjoy it. How your confidence and shyness seem to win his favor equally. The unintentional bucking of your hips to increase your pleasure. 

“So wet fa’ me darlin’~,” Johnny purrs, his hand adjusting itself. “I could jus’…”

“Ahh~!”

With his words, Johnny’s finger enters your pussy. Your back begins to sag, and you whimper. The man does this while touching your breasts with his free hand and kissing them. You felt dizzy with excitement as he pinched your nipples and took them between his teeth. Your body burned at his touch and you wanted more. 

Your body tensed and jerked in response to the excitement that shot through your abdomen, his finger began curling in the most sensitive parts. Johnny was relentless, making sure that none of his actions left you even the tiniest bit untouched. That was until he slipped in another into your tight hole. This time it felt uncomfortable, and you expressed that feeling too.

“E-Eh… it hurts…” You whine softly, your hands gripping on Johnny’s biceps.

“I know baby,” He says, sending a kiss to your jaw. “Need ta’ stretch ya’ out fa’ me.”

You were speechless when you considered that Johnny was bigger than his fingers. Your hand, let alone your fingers, were much smaller than his. The discomfort you are experiencing right now undoubtedly pales in comparison to what you saw—er, see—in his boxers. He appeared to be on the larger side. Jesus…

Your face twitches as you notice him starting to up his pace. As his motions intensify, the buildup in your abdomen begins to expand and keeps growing. He was skilled with his hands, and within minutes you were on the verge of bursting. As your pussy throbs on his digits, the space between your walls gets smaller as he stares at you with half-lidded eyes. He hums as a result of your hold on his biceps, which also serves as a visual cue that you are close.

“J-John-ny… ah~ s-slow down…” You whine out, your words not phasing him in the slightest. The discomfort had faded to pleasure, your head hitting the window as your legs started to shake.

Curling his fingers he presses against your g-spot, making you squeal. He was merciless, fucking you with his fingers alone made you dizzy. “Thought about this all fucking day,” He growls, his voice cracking with lust. “Always on ma’ damn mind… fuck~, wanna make ya’ cum darlin’.”

“I… wanna cum.” 

Johnny looks at you with a grin, his head tilting. “Ya’ wanna cum fa’ me baby?”

He nods slightly in response to your head nod. The man had corrected himself, lowering his body and bringing his face to your pussy. You tighten up as a new feeling begins abruptly, your eyes widening. Johnny places his tongue on the swollen bud of your genitalia, the muscle twitching as he started lapping at it. While his fingers occupy the space within, he suctions and pleases you with his lips. The sensation of lowering your hands and grabbing Johnny's hair in your fingers was irresistible. 

“Mmhn~! Johnny… fuck! J-Johnny ple-ase!” 

Johnny had been humming along to your moans as they reverberated around the vehicle. Your stomach's coil finally burst, your eyes clamped shut, and your back arched in ecstasy. As he holds you down, Johnny pulls his fingers out of your cunt and grabs your hips with both of his hands. Your climax is coursing through your body as he continues to devour your pussy. His hair was being held in place by your hands so tightly that you worried you may rip it out. Your thighs were gripping the sides of his head as if you were going to break his skull.

“N-No! Waitwaitwait– Johnny!!”

As his mouth violently began sucking on your clit, you begged him to stop. The man, however, remained still, and you then experienced a new feeling. Your cunt gushes, Johnny groaning before quickly removing his face away from your sensitive core. Your grip on his dark hair, which had been locked in your fingers, loosened as you panted. His hands holding onto your hips relaxed while he chuckled. The man licked his lips and then ran his tongue against his teeth as he raised himself to his knees, which kept him on the seat's cushions. You stare at him in the hot atmosphere of a cool night. His chin down to his chest was slickly covered in your juices, he wore it like a medal as it glistened on his skin. A giggle escaped his thin lips as he raised his hand to wipe his face. “Did I just–”

“Squirt all over me? Yes, yes you did~.”

You blushed madly, setting a hand over your mouth and looking away from him. “I… didn’t know I could do that.”

Johnny grinned, “These hands work wonders darlin’.” He ran his hand over your pussy again before patting it, making you jolt at his soft motions.

“Eh– Ah! H-Hey! I’m still sensitive...” You whined.

“Oh I know,” Johnny said, pulling the hem of his boxers down. His cock emerged from that piece of clothing after it had fallen. Although the image had your mouth watering, you were uneasy about having that inside of you. “Bein’ sensitive is the bes’ part. Yer gonna be screamin’ ma’ name as I fuck ya’ senseless~.” You gasp when Johnny moves in between your legs, pulling them apart as he grips his twitching cock. He pumps it slowly, taking a moment to coat your juices on his hard length. Moments later, he lines himself up with your hole, running the loose strands of his now messy hair back.

“You don’t need me to do anything? I mean– I can… you know…” You tried to find the right words, but feeling the head of his cock press against you distracted your thoughts. “Nah, we’ll get ta’ that some otha’ time.” He says, leaning down to you. “I jus’ wanna be inside ya’~.”

His lips make contact with yours, and the sudden penetration makes you tense up immediately. You try to release, but the more he pushes the more pain surged through your lower body. When he pulls back from you, he stares into your eyes, a sudden wickedness appearing in his own. All of a sudden he bucks his hips forward, his mouth opening agape when his full length is inside of you. You whimper out in pain and pleasure. You felt so full that your walls could only squeeze around him, and so sensitive that a simple adjustment made you groan with pleasure. “A… warning would’ve been nice.” You glare at him, the man taking your body and pulling you back down to lay on the cushions. “Oops~.” He purrs, a small moan coming from his throat. Johnny takes your legs and wraps them around his waist again. “Want me ta’ go slow?”

“So considerate,” You say, watching as the man comes down to you. 

“I wouldn’t be so sure.” 

The man pulls his hips back before slamming back into you, your eyes widening at the feeling. A shocked gasp wakens the night, and Johnny continues to fuck you like the man he is. Hard, deep, thrusts that send your toes curling, and your hands to dig into his back that you held onto for dear life. The jolts of pure pleasure send you into a state of ecstasy, your mouth sending out nothing but pure, uncontrollable moans. 

“God baby— fuck~! Yer clampin’ on me— shit— uh~.” Johnny moans at you, his eyes watching every single detail of how your body craves him. “All mine… all fuckin’ mine— god!”

His head dips to your neck, placing firm kisses as his hand grip the sides of your ass. He lifts you up slightly, his cock beginning to drill into your tight pussy. 

“AHH~!! Ohmygodohmygod~!!” Your voice sounded so beautiful, getting louder every moment he bucked his hips into you. 

Johnny mutters under his breath, stopping and pulling his cock out from you. “Turn around baby,” He motions, watching as you quickly get on your hands and knees. You wiggle your ass, making him tap one of the cheeks teasingly. “Fuckin’ tease.” 

“Your the one who stopped when it was getting good.” You roll your eyes.

He scoffed, slapping your ass in which made you jump. “Ass up ya’ little shit.”

You smile, arching your back as he positions himself against you once more. While Johnny stuffs his cock back inside of you, you chuckle as you feel both of his hands on your ass. Oh, if he wasn't ramming into you before, he sure was doing it now. This position made things a lot easier for him to access. In the deepest places, most sensitive areas, as soon as he hit that sweet spot that’s all he ever did. 

“Tryna get away~?” He grips your hips as you try to pull yourself away, pulling you back on his cock. You squeal, your head shoving itself down in the cushion of the seat while your legs shake tremendously. “Ahhh~ fuck yer tightenin’.”

“Feels s’ good— ah— fuckfuck mmhn~!” 

“Say it again,” Johnny bends down slightly to take your neck into his hand. “Fuckin’ say it again!”

Tears brim in your eyes as his thrusts make your stomach clench, your eyes practically rolling back into your skull. “It feels good!! AHH~!! You feel so good Johnny!!”

“That’s right love, take it~ Take it~!”

Your orgasm hits you like a freight train as your body trembles. As Johnny continues to abuse your g-spot, you scream, your delightful climax intensifying to the point where tears are streaming down your face. As the man squeezed your neck, the shortage of oxygen caused you to start seeing stars as you gushed once more on him. Your voice breaks when he lets go of you, and your head is fuzzy as he fucks you for the remainder of your climax. 

His low murmurs and grunts escalate to become louder growls and moans. He gave you a hard slap on the ass and grasped it tightly. Both cheeks took turns getting reddened handprints. The man's thrusts were more eager, and he was grinning broadly. 

“I fuckin’ needed this— uh~ fuck I needed you~ Doin— mhm~ this ta’ me~…” Johnny threw his head back, taking in his own pleasure. The man was close to cumming, his thrusts starting to become sloppier than they were before. “I’m so close… Y/n, say my name.”

“Johnny…“ Your brain was mush, barely being able to comprehend what you had heard.

He slaps your ass, hard, making you yelp in surprise. “Louder~.”

“Johnny!” You moan louder.

Another firm slap, making you whimper out. “Scream my fuckin’ name~!” He positions himself, his cock pulling out to the tip before thrusting back in. 

“AH~! Johnny— FUCK~!” You scream out, the continuous jerk of his hips driving you wild. “Johnnyjohnnyjohnny— ohh my— MMHN~! JOHNNYYY~!!!”

“That’s… fuckin’… ohh~ fuck~  ha— ah ahhhh~.” 

Johnny stops moving and embraces your cunt with his pulsing cock. His hot cum shoots ribbons into your pussy, coating the walls of your womb with his thick sperm. His pants were just as heavy as yours, and the air in the car smelled strongly of sex. Your head turns to look back at him only to realize he had leaned down, his hand rubbing the small of your back as he huffed. Both of you stayed silent for a while, admiring each other, which was a little different for Johnny.

“You okay?” He asks breaking the airs silence, making you smile again.

“Yeah… just really hot.”

Johnny grinned and drew his cock away from you. Both of you sigh as the feeling suddenly slips away. He settles down and observes while you prepare to follow suit. When he notices you struggling, he smiles before grabbing your arm and bringing you near to him. “C’mere.” 

You move over to him, the side of your body pressing against his. Your entire body relaxes in his arm as your head lays against him, his body radiating a warm but comforting heat. Being around him made you feel safe… oddly enough. Though god, did your lower body throb like a mother fucker.

“Still gonna go with pretty boy on Friday?” His question lingered in the air for a few seconds before you turned your head to look at him. 

“I already canceled that,” You say, shrugging your shoulders. “I have plans.”

“So you do hm?” He says with a smirk. “And what are your plans?”

Johnny understood what you meant after only seeing you grin. He gave you one back, truly pleased with your choice. His expression caused your heart to melt. He knew he had you, he claimed you as his before you even knew it. Can he… really say that this is love? Is this how it actually felt? Like the others, you were drawn in, but there was something special about it. You were the one person he really desired and cared about. The mark of his prey had been on you, his print now painted red on your body. His little red stained sunflower. 

His, and his only.

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The werewolves of Stonemill ☆ COD

updated from: werewolf 141 x werewolf reader something idk

[chapter 1]☆[chapter 2]

MDNI ☆ MDNI☆ MDNI ☆ MDNI ☆ MDNI☆ MDNI ☆ MDNI

(These first two chapters aren't too dark, so they will be posted here. The rest of the fic will only be updated on A03)

☆ Fem!reader x Poly!TF141☆ explicit ☆ wip ☆ 1/12 ☆ 1.2k words.

☆ summary: You had been living your best life in Stonemill for a little over half a decade by now. A lone shewolf living in the town and working at the local bar, surrounded by a lush nature to roam through at night, a perfect piece of Paradise in Montana. A place you DO'NT want to share with any other werewolves. So, when a group of men turns up, buying a big house and stinking of alpha werewolves, you're territory is threatened - and these men doesn't seem to get it into their thick heads, that they need to leave. In fact, the assholes become rather interested in you, trying to get you to join their pack. You just want them to leave, one way or another - but it seems like they won't take no for an answer.

☆ tags: Dead dove don't eat, werewolves, mention of graphic violence, dark!141, poly!141, afab!reader, omegaverse, dub-con, non-con, werewolf AU, foursomes, fivesomes, heat, scenting, hunting, killing animals, chubby reader, forced bonding, kidnapping, non-con touching, non-con drug use.

☆ notes: So this is lowkey taking place in Montana BUT: i am not american and have never been to montana, im just kinda freestyling, just go with the vibes and pretend it fits pls. Be aware that there might be some grammatical errors here and there, this might be an omegaverse but I aint got a beta.

(These first two chapters aren't too dark, so they will be posted here. The rest of the fic will only be updated on A03)

Nestled in between mountains, with trees curling along the roads and fields, the forest caressed the edges of the little town Stonemill. With a small watermill, creating a constant humm of water around the houses, with the stream intertwining the small gardens. It was a quiet town, with at most 150 townsfolk, the farmers living at the edges and with a lush local life.

That was why you liked Stonemill. You hadn’t grown up here, but found it randomly, once you grew old enough to find your own place. By now you had lived there for years, arriving once you were 21 and 5 years later, you still couldn’t imagine moving.

You had everything you needed. A social life, a nice workplace, time to read and do what you wanted, the opportunity to roam the rich nature around you in peace. Sure, a lack of a love life, but you didn’t mind that. A lone wolf, enjoying her life, one could say.

And your wolf was enjoying the freedom in the nature around her. Without any other werewolves, shifters, whatever terms people used for your kind, you didn’t have to bother protecting it that often. Twice, other wolves had passed by, but always left, not fighting over the land. An angry, lone omega weren’t to be messed with.

It wasn’t unusual for a wolf to live alone necessarily, especially since it was common to leave your parent pack in your early twenties, to find somewhere to settle on your own. You had done just that, but in contrast to your two siblings, you hadn’t found any partners yet. 

Despite the respective house owners and farmers, you considered yourself the owner of the area, whether people knew it or not. This was your territory - and your wolf was known in the area.

The locals didn’t mind you, not even the farmers, since you dutifully kept away from their livestock. You tried not to attract too much attention while in your wolf form, but there had arisen a little cult following around your wolf, much to your confusion and displeasure. It started around four years ago, when you saved a woman from an aggressive moose that had gotten into the streets somehow. You had chased out the moose, hoping nobody would believe the woman - sadly, you lived in the age of technology and when working at the local bar the next day, you were shown the security footage by several people. Ever since that people would whisper if they saw you roam the streets, trying to keep in the shadows while you walked to the forest. At least people tended to leave you alone in your wolf-form. 

You were happy. Working at the bar kept you busy, roaming the forest at night kept your wolf sated. 

… That was until they appeared.

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“It’s a wonderful place, Captain!” Nikolai declared, “Forest and mountains - perfect place for all of you to settle down!”

“Wasn’t it like 10 years since you drove through the place?” Gaz asked, still skeptical about the idea. He would follow his pack of course, no doubt about it - he loved them all too much, his wolf was like a lovesick puppy around the others. They were all alphas, an unusual group in that sense, without any betas or omega members. Which had also made them such an effective team, aggressive and close to each other. But damn if Gaz didn’t dream of an omega or beta sometimes… Of pups, of their pack becoming bigger.

“yes, yes, but that is besides the point, my friend!” Nikolai brushed his criticism off easily, making Gaz roll his eyes. But he could smell the happiness coming off Price - he knew his captain too well. He had already decided, already fallen in love with the legendary Stonemill. 

“Why America?” Soap whined, who knew for what time, even pouting a little, “they dinnae even have good food.” Gaz clapped him on the shoulder.

“Blendin’ in, Johnny,” Ghost gruffed next to him, giving him a little annoyed stare, “Your furry ass won’t be anythin’ special in the states.”

“Thought ye liked my arse, L.T,” Soap answered while battering his eyelashes at the bigger werewolf, making all the other men roll their eyes, Gaz included.

“If we even want to hope finding our own territory, where random wolves won’t raise too many questions, we need to find somewhere else,” Price pointed out, taking another drag of the cigar, Gaz watching the way his lips closed around the cigar for a moment, “Nikolai’s idea doesn’t sound bad.”

“And if there already is a pack?” Ghost asked, something dark in his tone that Gaz recognized. It always appeared when Ghost had to find out how violent he could be on the missions.

“Then we figure out whether we’re killin’ or chasing off,” Price said with a shrug, dark words said nonchalantly. Gaz didn’t even need to see Ghost without his mask, to know that a grin grew on his face. The way they both talked about this, about fighting for the pack, made Gaz want to suck their dicks.

Retiring this early hadn’t necessarily been Gaz’ plan, but John was getting older and Soap’s knee was getting worse. The mere thought of being in the field without his two pack members made the werewolf want to throw up.

A dark need grew beneath his skin. The urge to find a perfect place for them all, killing if they needed to. He would rip limb from limb, ruin people’s lives, making the world around him a living hell, just for his men.

Most werewolves knew not to fuck with four alpha men in a pack, but sometimes they did anyways - and it almost always ended bloody. Rumors were crawling between the walls of the base now too, of them not being entirely human - but it was mostly just ignored. The few who weren’t human themselves knew the instant they got close to the base. The same people tended to make themselves scarce whenever the 141 were around, knowing they were in their territory anyways.

Nikolai and Price continued to talk, but the voices blended together.

Somewhere new would be a clean slate too in that sense, he supposed. 

Gaz could feel the urge to change, to let his wolf take over at the idea of running through the forest freely. For his hands and feet to change into paws and get the opportunity to just roam.

There had never been much space in the UK, one always had to be careful and in the bigger city, a new werewolf culture was growing, of several packs living in one territory without one being more important than the others.. No, no, Gaz wanted to run free with his pack, wanted to kill prey with his teeth, taste the blood on his tongue, wanted to —

“Earth to Garrick.” Ghost’s dry words and the snapping in front of his face earned a little growl, but from the crow's feet around his eyes, Gaz knew Ghost was smiling. Asshole.

“What?”

“Thought we lost you there,” Ghost hummed.

“No.” He grunted, a little embarrassment crawling along his spine at the thought of having to admit to his daydreams. Despite everything they had gone through, the pack tended to consider him the least dangerous, teasing him for his day dreaming now and again. Gaz wasn't going to give his three lovers more ammunition.

“I just said that Laswell will have our papers ready soon, Kyle,” Price softly rumbled as he stepped closer, free hand gently running along his cheek, the other holding the cigar. Gaz leaned into the touch, eyelids half closed, letting out a little pleased sound. Thoughts rushing through faster before saying,

“When can we leave?”

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[lilmissasap]

agape- nicholas britell

summary: miles is takin down ur braids 

published: july 27, 2023

warnings: Grammarly hates me, the patriarchy, a dash of toxic masculinity, miles being a product of that grrah grah boom type masculinity, aave (no im not translating shit for you yall got access to urban dictionary and its not really a warning), i edited it myself so lmk if there are any mistakes

sueñito- little dream, bonito- handsome/ pretty boy, no me importa- i don't care/ it's not important to me

w/c: 1.5 k

reader's black coded cus im black so deal w it <3

i think this something every black boy be needin deep down

“Stop movin, ma” 

“It’s knotty,” 

“You had these in for how long?” 

Silence. 

“There's your answer right there, mama,”  

“Sorry,” 

“Nun to be sorry for, just hold still,” 

Currently sitting on the bathroom floor criss-cross apple sauce, Miles was sitting on the toilet, your head between his knees, while he was taking down the frizzy lemonade braids that barely hugged your scalp anymore. 

“Miles?” 

He hums in response, rat tail comb in one hand, a tub of coconut oil in the other, threading the tail of the comb through the extensions down your back  

“You’re the prettiest boy in all of Brooklyn,” 

“Shut up” 

“Prettiest boy I’ve ever seen,” 

“Nuh-uh,” 

“Fuck you mean ‘nuh uh’? The little freckles all over your cheeks? Cutest things I’ve ever seen, especially how they’re all slightly different shades, like lil polka dots all over your face, gives me a map a’ where to kiss. The little tiny dimple on the left side of your face? Adorable, 10/10, no notes. Also very kissable." He's still now, staring at the back of your head, using bundles strewn over his shoulder, mouth agape. “Them thick and long ass eyelashes? I could stare at ‘em all day, they look like teeny tiny butterfly wings when you rest your eyes.” 

“Shut up,” he whispers, still unmoving, the little dab of coconut oil on his fingers slowly dribbling down his wrist 

“Your mind pretty as hell, too, I like listening to what you have to hear when you let me,” you mumble, pressing tiny kisses into his cargo pant–clad kneecap. 

“Stop doin that shit, ma” 

“What?” 

“Talkin all crazy like that,” 

“I’m not talkin crazy, miles I’m being honest,” 

“You makin me out to be some weak ass lil boy,” 

“Miles.” you turn around abruptly, staring at him dead in the eye. “I’m jus being honest wit you. What's going on?” 

“It’s nothin, ma, turn around”  

“Sueñito. Lemme know what's up,” 

“It’s nothin,” 

You huff, turning around to face the bottom of the sink again. Silence bellows throughout the bathroom, Miles rubbing oil on your braids to detangle them to later drag the comb in once again and throw the discarded hair extension over his shoulder. The only sound between the two of you is the Marvin Gaye spinning on the record player, rooms away, dull basslines thrumming through the apartment. 

“Ion like this,” 

“What?” 

“Whatever jus happened, we talk about what's bothering us,” 

“Ain't nothin botherin me, ma,” 

“Then why you start buggin' the second I get to complimenting you?” 

“Cus ian wit all that girly shit,” 

“Fuck you mean girly shit, I’m jus tryna love up on you Miles,” your nostrils flare as you stare ahead of you.  

“Baby, I’m all for that but–” 

“Miles, did someone tell you boys can't get that?” 

A silence. 

“Baby.” 

“What?” 

“Jus cus you a boy dont mean you don't deserve love,” 

“Aint nobody say allat–” 

“Shut up Ian done,” you say, swiftly turning around and snagging the oil and comb from his hand “jus cus you a boy doesn't mean you don't deserve to feel shit miles. Ion know what it was like wit your last girl, but Ian her. Okay? You allowed to be a person wimme, you know that right?” 

“Ma–” 

“Shut up I still ain't done yet. Miles I’m real, I’m right here. real like you, I promise you I’m not goin nowhere right now,” 

“You done?” 

“Yeah,”  

“C’mere,” he motions to his lap, taking the comb and oil out of your hands and setting them on the tiled floor, laying out the discarded bundles.  

“ ‘s oil all up on my hands” 

“No me importa ma, come up on here,”  

Obeying and wiping the excess coconut oil off your hand, you do. Straddling his lap, and looking into his eyes, examining the twinge of sadness in his eyes. 

“Talk to me, mama,” 

“I want you to know that you deserve love and that you’re allowed to feel some typa way. I want you to talk to me, Miles. I care about you so much and I wanna make sure you’re good. I love hearing you talk, but Ion like havin to beg you to talk to me. I love jus bein in your presence, but I hate feelin like that Miles. I don’t know who told you whatever's going through your head right now but they dead wrong. I wanna know how you be feelin, I wanna know.” 

“Why you even talk like this to me?” 

“Cus I’m your girl, n I like to kiss up on you and love all up on you,” 

At this, he averts his eyes, trying to escape your gaze, his breath audibly speeding up. 

“Mm mm, don't do that Miles. Please breathe,” 

You plead, subconsciously pressing your middle three fingers under his jaw trying to measure his heart rate. Almost as a reflex to hide from you, he shrugs your hand away from under his jaw and pulls his hoodie over his mouth.

“Nah nah, don't hide from me neither,”  

“Ain’t nobody hidin from you,” 

“Jus cus you a boy don’t mean you don't deserve them random ass cuddles, or someone to tie up your durag or wash your hair. It don’t mean you shouldn't get flowers or hugs or them lil hickies behind your ear. Don't mean you not allowed to be sad or mad or wanna cry. Now Ion know who told you or made you feel that way but they dead wrong Miles. You allowed to feel with me,” 

“Ian some lil boy runnin around though, that shit ain't for me,” 

“If you wasn't supposed to feel and acknowledge your feelings, why would you be able to feel them? They there for a reason,” 

Still straddled on his lap, he looks up at you with the tiny leverage you have on him. His eyes are big and doe-like, almost as if he’s scared to make this next step, say this next sentence.” 

“Ion know why,” he mumbles, voice soft and scared. suddenly he’s kissin up on you, gripping anything he can get his hands on, like he’s making up for lost time, lost feelings. It's urgent and a little rough, though his lips are soft and velvety, a twinge of menthol chapstick on them.  

“Yo yo yo, slow down. Ian goin nowhere” you whisper into his mouth, nails gently raking across his neck “ ‘m right here Miles, see?” you ask, guiding his hands to feel on the left side of your chest, right above your heart. “ ‘s my heart under there, I'm right here okay? I’m real, Miles I swear,” 

“You’re real?” he whispers, breath shaky and uneven fisting the thin fabric of your camisole under the evergreen zip-up, in an attempt to feel more of your heart. 

“You allowed to feel your feelings the same way you feel my heart,” 

He still looks astonished, scared, and frozen. suddenly it wasn’t him you were talking to anymore. it was the scared little Brooklyn boy who had all these feelings stored away inside him, unsure of what to do or who to show them to.  

“ ‘m sitting right here miles. I’m your girl, okay? This is real, and you are real,” 

“I’m real?” tears begin to swim in his eyes. 

“You’re real miles. and those feelings in that big heart of yours? Those are real too. And if you let me, I wanna hear all of 'em.”  

His body stills once more against you, a small tear gliding down his cheek. 

“I love you,” 

And then he’s sobbing. 

“Sshh, hey it's okay” you whisper, holding him close to your chest. “I love you so much I can’t hardly breathe when I'm around you. It’s okay and you're okay, Miles. I’m real and this is real and you. You are real.” you mumble into his braids, holding him with the protectiveness of a mother with a small child. 

He just sat there, his head buried in your chest as he cried quietly, letting everything out. You just sat and let him cry and vent through his tears. All the things he had bottled up, discouraged to show to anyone. Sooner or later the tears slow to a stop, his face puffy and hot. 

Gently tugging the ends of his braids, he looks up at you. 

“You feel better sueñito?” you ask, dragging the cuff of your sweater to dry his face and pressing butterfly kisses to his cheeks in its wake. He did nothing but nod lazily, seemingly lighter, and nuzzling his face into your chest. 

“Lemme finish wiping up your face n then you can be all up on me, bonito, okay? 

He just nodded, dropping his head back to rest against the bathroom wall, the half-taken-out braids on your scalp no longer th task at hand. Reaching behind him you grab a baby wipe and swipe the tears and snot off his face, leaving his skin with a glossy finish. Holding his chin up, you look dead in his eyes. 

“You so beautiful Miles.” 

And this time, he nods. 

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Prompt:

Punkintyre fucking in Cody's dressing room since they nearly got caught it the hallway (maybe it's the day before or of a ppv) and Cody is never in his dressing room. Drew and Punk trying to stay quiet, and they manage to not attract attention despite their activities, until Cody and Roman (Or Randy if you prefer Candy) walk in clearly about to use Cody's dressing room for the exact same thing as Punkintyre.

(I personally think Roman would be funnier since Drew/Punk could get all pissy about Cody banging him:

Punkintyre: ROMAN?? SERCOISLY?! HE'S THE WORST! YOU CAN'T BANG SOMEONE WHO YOU FOUGHT AT WRESTLEMAINA, WHO ATTACKS YOU, WHO INTERFEARS IN YOUR MATCHES?!

CodyRoman: :/

I just think they're funny)

Anyway, love your writing/Art, keep up the great work! I hope you enjoy their Hell In A Cell match <3

Whelp! The same day I tell my brain not to get distracted, I get this amazing prompt and immediately get distracted 😅

I've written Dead Dove Punkintyre, heart-warming hurt/comfort Punkintyre - now it's time to get a little silly with these two. **Warning** - Punk being the ultimate little shit incoming...

Rating - Mature (18+)

Words - ~3k words

'Were you under the ring the whole fucking time?'

Punk blinked up innocently at Drew who was looking more than a little hot and flustered. 'The signal aint great,' he replied with a cute shrug as he held up his phone, pointing to the app that was currently open on the screen. 'I had to be close by for it to work.'

'You mean, you wanted to be close by,' Drew shot back, seeing right through the tattooed man's lies, 'so that you could listen in while you tormented me.'

'And you did so well,' Punk cooed. 'Nobody would have a clue.'

'Please, please tell me you didn't go live on Instagram this time?'

'I didn't, I swear,' Punk put up his hands before muttering under his breath, 'stupid apps wouldn't let me use them at the same time.'

All of a sudden, Drew's entire face scrunched up and he nearly collapsed in on himself. Quickly, he put his meaty arm against the wall for support.

'Oh?' Punk tilted his head to the side, a cocky smirk rising up one cheek. 'You feeling ok there, Big Boy?'

Drew grunted a blasphemy in reply. 'Turn it down.'

'Turn what down?' Punk bent low in order to see the harrowing expression on Drew's face.

'The thing! The damn thing!' Drew pleaded, screwing his eyes shut.

'Turn the damn thing down, what?'

'Fuck you! FUCK YOU!'

'Tut tut,' Punk shook his head and looked back at his phone. 'You know what happens when you disrespect Daddy?'

Drew's brow shot up when he saw Punk's finger slide up the screen. 'NO! WAIT! GAARRRGGHH!' The large Scot fell against the wall, needing both hands to hold himself upright.

'Damn!' Punk's huge green eyes glistened impishly and he practically giggled with glee. He could actually hear the damn thing vibrating like crazy in Drew's trunks. 'It sure packs a punch, huh?'

'TURN IT DOWN! PLEASE! FOR THE LOVE OF THE WEE MAN! TURN IT DOWN OR I'M GOING TO-'

'Shhh!' Punk scolded the Scot, glancing around him. 'You want the entire backstage to hear you?'

'GAH! FUCK! FUUUUU-'

'Dammit!' Punk grabbed Drew by his large shoulders and shoved him down the hallway, away from prying eyes and ears. Heading the first door they passed, he looked inside and found the small locker room empty. 'Here, get in.' Pushing the writhing Scot inside, Punk pulled the door shut. Now that they were safely hidden away, he could focus on torturing his victim even more. 'You can't take a little teasing, you big baby?'

'YOU HAVE THAT THING TURNED ALL THE WAY UP! DON'T YOU?!'

"Don't be dramatic,' Punk scoffed. 'Of course I don't have- oh, wait, yeah I do. Whoops!' He used his finger to slide the curser on his screen down, but only by a tiny margin. Just enough for Drew to stop yelling but still enough to keep his breath coming in those juicy little gasps. 'That better?'

'You little shitebag,' Drew cursed through his gritted teeth.

'What happened to all that self-control in the ring out there?' Punk asked, sidling up to the Scot who was soaked through with sweat, and not just from the exertions of his match. 'Is it cause I'm here now?'

'You wish that- hrrfff!' Drew's words were savagely cut off by Punk's hand grabbing the front of his trunks, fingers curling tightly around his rock-hard cock and balls...

..and the solid silicone ring around the base of his dick!

'Ooh, there it is!' Punk's eyes lit up with mischief. Using his thumb, he slid the curser up and down so that he could feel the difference in vibrations, grinning from ear to ear as Drew's whimpering kicked up into desperate whines and back down again, allowing the suffering Scot to steady his senses for a few seconds. Before jamming it all the way back up again.

'FUCK! FUCK! FU-'

Punk felt a throbbing down south and couldn't resist anymore. Grabbing Drew by the back of his head, he yanked him down to his height and muffled his howls by shoving his tongue into his open mouth. He hummed joyfully as he invaded the warm cavity, giving Drew some vibrations above to match the ones below, and entangled his inked fingers in his wet hair.

A rumble tingled Punk's lips, not from his own throat but from Drew's. He had finally awoken the Scot's inner beast! Large hands grabbed him by the thighs, lifting him clean off his feet and he was slammed against the wall. Drew thrusted his aching groin between Punk's legs, the vibrations of his cock ring now shuddering through the denim of Punk's jeans to excite his own dick.

'Shhhhhhhiiiitttt,' Punk choked out, the strength of the sensation between his legs almost blinding.

'How'd you like that, ye wee prick!' Drew snarled in Punk's ear, ruthlessly pinning the smaller man's groin with his own.

Inked fingers clawed at Drew's naked shoulder blades, ragged nails digging in as the fierce convulsions pulsed through them both. Overcome with animalistic desire, Drew began to dry-hump the older man, growling at every distressed yelp from his trapped victim.

Until-

'What was that?' Punk lifted his head, eyes wide and ears pricked. Drew hadn't noticed and was still grinding his hips against him. 'Drew! Stop! Someone's coming!'

The Scot finally paused. In the silence, they both heard voices right outside the door.

'Shit!' Punk swore as the handle to the door began to turn. He wriggled free from Drew's grasp. 'In here. Quick, you idiot!' Grabbing Drew by the wrist, he pulled him towards a closet in the corner and managed to squeeze them both in right before the door opened. The two men held their breaths as the voices became clearer, drawing closer.

'I meant what I said,' the first voice said, footsteps stomping into the room, 'I'm done with the Bloodline.'

Inside the closet, Punk gulped loudly. He knew that voice. It was Cody Rhodes! And going purely by the sound of the hefty footsteps following him, he was most likely with his work husband, Randy Orton. Or maybe Kevin Owens?

'So you keep sayin',' a deep, rich voice answered, 'but I'm not buyin' it. Nobody is!'

Punk's jaw just about dropped to the floor. That wasn't Orton. Or Owens.

It was Roman fucking Reigns!

'I don't care what anybody thinks,' Cody snapped back. 'I have been fighting the Bloodline in one variation or another since I returned to the WWE. I've watched them hurt the people I care about, I've endured all the punishment they've inflicted on me, that you inflicted on me. I have bled because of you and your family.'

There was a pause. Tension filled the air so thick it could be sliced with a knife. Punk imagined the two men were standing chest-to-chest and feverishly wished there was a slit or keyhole or something in this closet door he could peep through to watch the action. Instead all he had was a six foot five, quivering Scotsman jamming all four giant limbs into him.

'Can you just-' he hissed at Drew but clammed shut when Cody started talking again. Low this time, quiet. Oh, it was getting serious. Punk pressed his left ear against the door - his bad ear but it would have to do - to hear what he had to say.

'Far as I'm aware, I beat Solo Sikoa in Berlin. I beat the Tribal Chief-'

'He is not the Tribal Chief! He may wear the Ula Fala but that man is an imposter!'

'That's your problem, not mine!'

'You are the WWE Champion!' Roman lets his words hang in the air. 'When you won that belt from me, you made a promise to change the WWE for the better. To lead us all-'

'You were the one who made the mess in the first place.'

'I know...' Roman's voice turned small. Defeated. 'I just... want to fix it.'

Punk pressed his ear tighter against the door. Damn his partial deafness! And Drew wasn't helping with his constant whimpering. Two large fingers tugged at his sleeveless shirt, trying to pry his attention away from the other men outside. 'Get off,' he scolded Drew.

The Scotsman gave a pathetic whine.

'Shush!'

'P-Puuuunk!'

'Shut up! Or else they'll hear you.'

There was a long, drawn out silence, a shuffling of feet. By the time Cody spoke again, his tone has softened. 'You have your chance to fix it now. You're back! Go, take down the Bloodline. For good.'

'But, I can't do this alone,' a squeak of a sneaker. Punk guessed that Roman had stepped closer to Cody. 'I've never done anything on my own. Please, Cody. I need you!'

'Puuuuunk.'

'Will you just shut the fuck up!'

God he wished he could see. He was certain that Roman had his arm out, hand cupping Cody's blushing cheek. He knew that sweet sight well. Punk always loved how his pink cheeks contrasted beautifully with his platinum blonde hair.

Cody heaved a sigh. There was a slight shake to it, like he had been caught off-guard. Punk licked his dry lips and used all of his energy to focus. 'The enemy of my enemy is my friend,' he said finally. 'Right?'

'Right,' Roman replied, his tone warmer, like he was smiling. 'Anyway, you remember how it was when we feuded. We were good together.'

'We were good together,' the champion had turned a little hoarse. Just exactly how close was Reigns to him right at that second? Punk was dying to know!

Another tug at his shirt. 'Puuuunk. Pleeeasseeee!'

'I swear to Jeebus, if you say one more word, I'm gonna- woah!' Punk had finally turned around to look at Drew and was shocked to see the scarlet face on the larger man, beads of sweat as big as bullets raining down his brow. He suddenly remembered the toy on his cock and the high-pitched buzz filtered back into his range of hearing. 'Oh fuck, I forgot!'

'T-turn it d-down. P-p-please. I'm going to, I'm so close to-'

'Don't you fucking dare!' Punk warned the Scot, frantically searching his pockets. 'Not before I have a chance to-'

Both men jumped a foot when a long clatter boomed out right next to them. Something had smashed into the other side of the closet door. No, wait, not something. The mumbled moans and loud slurps betrayed the culprits as Roman and Cody, making out sloppy style right there on the other side of the thin wood.

Punk turned to Drew in disbelief, mouthing 'holy shit' to the other man. Drew could only reply with a pained grimace.

'Damn, I've missed this,' Roman's voice rumbled, only an inch or two away from the stowaways. 'You always taste so good.'

Cody was breathless already. 'So... so everybody keeps telling me.'

'Is this an expensive suit?'

'No. Why?'

The sound of fabric being shredded bucked life back between Punk's legs. The blood drained from his head, rushing down south fast, making his jeans all the tighter. Then his shirt was tugged again.

'Daddy?'

Oh, fuck! Drew was desperate now! Why now? Why call him that now? When Punk was starting to ache horribly himself but couldn't do a damn thing about it.

'Daddy! P-please h-help me.'

'I'm trying! I'm trying!' he hissed back, sliding his hands into every one of the pockets of his jeans, struggling to fit his inked fingers between the too-taut denim and coming up empty.

Punk went still.

Horrible realisation dawning on him.

Drew arched his brows wretchedly at him, his blue eyes swelling with dread.

'D-daddy?'

Punk slowly met his gaze, lips pursed tight. 'I... don't have my phone,' he whispered fearfully. 'I must have dropped it when-'

Another clatter against the door and both men backed away, wedging themselves as far back into the tiny space as they could. The wood slammed again and again, rhythmic. Punk's brain went into a spin when he recognised the sound of two men fucking one another like wild animals.

Meanwhile Drew let out a pitiful squeal of his own, the intensity on his cock too much to bear. Punk rushed towards him, ramming both of his hands over Drew's mouth. 'Shhhh, hold on. Just... hold on a little longer.'

The rhythmic banging intensified, punctuated by deep strains of Roman's grunts and higher tones of Cody's gasps. All while Drew's warm dog breath fogged on Punk's hands, the buzzing seemingly getting louder, like a swarm of angry hornets surrounding them. Punk was pressed so tightly against Drew that he could feel the sensation of the cock ring on his stomach, jiggling his lower gut like jelly. On a hydraulic drill. During a mag 9 earthquake!

He grit his teeth, tried to fight back against the growth in his jeans but was failing miserably. How the fuck had Drew's dick not exploded from this fucking thing yet?

The Scot was dangerously close though. Teetering right on the edge. A tear ballooned out the corner of his eye and slid down his cheek.

'No! Drew! No!'

Suddenly Punk's hands were useless. Drew's bellows breaking through the inked fingers.

'The fuck was that?'

Punk's heart skipped a beat. They'd been rumbled!

Ten seconds later, the door was wrenched open, light hitting the two accidental voyeurs concealed inside the closet. 'Punk? Is that you? And... Drew?'

The Scot let out a final strangled wail followed by a long, drawn-out groan of relief. His large legs went slack and he slumped to the floor, back pressed into the corner of the closet and head lolled.

'Oh for fuck's sake, Drew,' Punk kicked one floppy tree-trunk leg with the toe of his sneaker. 'You fucking, pathetic-'

'Eh-hem!'

Punk looked up sheepishly at Cody and Roman. Both men were in a dishevelled state, like they had only had enough time to zip up their flies after the interruption. Cody's shirt was torn apart and his cheeks rosy. Roman was panting, his shoulders heaving.

Punk crossed his arms and lowered his brow. 'Yeah?' he glowered at the pair. 'Can I help you?'

'Well, yeah!' Cody replied incredulously. 'You can tell me what you're doing here.'

'We were here first,' he shot back with a shrug. 'What are you doing here?'

'It's my locker room.'

Punk squinted at him, confused. 'Your locker room?'

'It has my name right there on the door!'

'Oh,' Punk withered. 'I... did not see that.'

'Punk,' Cody scrubbed a hand through his hair with a sigh, 'what are you doing hiding in my locker room, with Drew McIntyre of all people?'

The tattooed man bristled at the question. 'What am I doin'-? What about you? What are you doin'? What would Randy say if he found out you were sleeping with the enemy?'

'You're the one fucking Drew McIntyre!'

'Hey! We were not fucking!' Punk protested before quickly returning the conversation back to Cody and Roman. 'And anyway, come on! Roman fucking Reigns? The guy made your life hell? You faced him at Wrestlemania, twice! He attacked you for crying out loud!'

'Drew McIntyre smashed your face into a metal door and left you a bloodied corpse in your own home town!'

'Roman had his third cousin, thrice removed, through wedlock or however the fuck Dwayne is related to him, beat you to the floor and whip you senseless with a leather belt.'

'Oh... my god!' Cody screamed into his hands. 'Are you even listening to yourself right now? Are the concussions finally catching up with you? Do you even remember what the hell happened in Berlin or have you just lost your damn mind?'

'What did you do to Drew?' Roman's booming voice broke through the two men's bickering and they turned to spy the unresponsive Scot.

'Oh, shit! I forgot! Again!' Punk looked around and spied his phone on the floor close to where Drew had lifted him up earlier but before he could retrieve it, Roman picked it up. 'Hey! Gimme that!'

'Hmm,' Roman cocked an eyebrow as he scanned over the controls on the phone's screen. 'Just-Vibing? What is this?'

'Nothing!' Punk failed miserably at looking innocent.

Roman slid his thumb down the curser and Drew let out a sigh of sweet relief. But as he slid it back up, he tensed up again and thumped his head back against the corner of the closet. Then, when he pressed a button, there was a series of sharp buzzing which Drew gasped with in unison.

'Wait, it pulses?' Punk asked in astonishment. 'I didn't know that!'

'Man, old people with technology!' Cody mocked.

'Shut. Up!'

Roman ignored them and walked over to the ragged Scot. 'Hands up, Puppy,' he said and Drew immediately complied.

'Wait, what?' Punk spluttered out from behind.

'He was mine first,' Roman returned. He dipped two fingers into the studded waistband of Drew's trunks and pulled them back, discovering a wet, sticky mess coating the inside of his gear as well as the brightly coloured silicone ring wrapped around Drew's softened dick. 'You got him a cock-ring?'

'He broke my bracelet, so I told him to buy me a replacement,' Punk shrugged with a mischievous grin. 'Told him he could keep it in his trunks like he used to, you know, for old times sake.'

'It's the same fucking colours too,' Roman rolled his eyes.

'Maybe it's about time he returns it,' Cody side-eyed Punk, slyly.

'Huh?' the tattooed wrestler glanced warily between them. 'What are you-?'

'Good idea,' Roman said, reaching into Drew's trunks and slipping the silicon ring off of him, the Scot purring as he was freed. However, Punk's panic spiked and he tried to back away from the impending danger. 'Here,' Roman tossed Punk's phone to Cody, 'since he sullied your locker room, you get to play with him first.'

'Well, if you insist,' Cody grinned wickedly at Punk, who found himself backed into a corner, Roman and the cum-soaked cockring drawing closer and closer.

'Now, wait, we can all talk about this like gentlemen, right? Guys. Guys???'

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AAAHHHH your headcanons are amazing !! Do you have more to tell us on the bullies? Maybe Trent, or Tom? I would love to hear about them too!!!

you're flatterin me lmao. alright lets see. this was supposed to be short. its not. youre gettin Trent Tom & Ethan. And i'm barely holding back from dumping abt Russell too bc goddamn everyone did him dirty. anyway enjoy.

Trent Northwick 🎬

The Basics:

he got laid exactly once and made it 3/4ths of his personality.

yeah he's got a bit of an ego, or so it seems. but he's arguably still one of the better folks on campus.

he's also an actor, part of the drama club, something he takes very very seriously.

wants to make it to hollywood someday. make it big. be adored.

and he is a Very good actor, believe it or not.

"i'm so hot" this, "I'm a star" that.

a begging to be believed.

tough crowd at bullworth, you know? not his fault nobody can recognize pure talent.

but at the end of the day, its not even a convincing enough performance to fool himself.

Expanded Lores:

his home life aint the greatest. not the Worst, but not good.

father aint in the picture, he had his grandmother for a moment, but she died, as old people tend to do, and he was on his own with his mother.

and his mother. hrms. after a certain point she just got too tired to really give a fuck about him or anything he did.

he helped out with finances by working part time. as they did struggle with like. food insecurity. keeping the lights on and the water running. all that jazz.

at least they had a house. in a slum, but still.

much like wade and co., his grades were ass, and he didnt feel like concussing himself on the field over Balls.

with not many options on his plate, he turned his gaze to his one passion and form of escapism: the big screen.

the man can memorize entire films in ~3 watches at most.

has the shittiest notes known to man but he's still good.

yes he was part of the drama club as mentioned before. and yes, he was romeo in that one play.

and yes, he got Really into the role. and Really into 'juliet.'

was he accosted by his buddies for taking a fonder interest in a nerd? also yes, but when pressed he'd laugh it off.

'it's not his fault there's prettyboys everywhere to those with eyes to see.'

their fling was cut short when earnest caught them in the library tangled together and he chastised cornelius for. well. 'getting sloppy' with one of their sworn enemies.

many such cases. but luckily for trent he caught the eye of another boy: kirby olsen, star of the field.

i can talk about those two for ages but i'll try to keep it brief here.

in short they were the only ones who took eachother seriously and recognized the effort they put into their respective passions.

they had their hangups still, most notably being kirby's own internalized homophobia, but clung to eachother like moss to a stump all the same.

trent actually told his bully boys about his relationship, top secret shit. but believe it or not that was chill.

long story short they made a blood oath they'd always have eachothers backs, cause as ive said before, they aint got much else.

that, and, well. it's not like they werent unfamiliar with such bonds anyway. between troy's questioning and certain other things, what happens in the trenches stays in the trenches.

the trenches being the various Ditches around, usually the school parking lot.

yeah none of these boys really care abt getting dirty they usually took cover in them.

this earned them the nickname 'gutterslime' from the preps.

funny story: trent once pulled a muskrat out of a particularly wet ditch. named it Bucky II and held it up for his friends to see.

the rat then bit him and ran away, of course.

final thing take these two songs that fit him. 1. 2. moving on.

Tom Gurney 🧿

(CW: abuse/stalking mentions)

The Basics:

alright this one might be a stretch but hear me out.

he doesnt live with his parents, just his crazy ass brother.

his paranoia? comes from them and alll their stunts.

that trauma and fear's wormed under his skin and ofc it reflects in like. most of his worldview.

hard to trust anything or anybody when your own parents turned out to be monsters ya know?

but he still tries to trust his friends.

that blood oath meant sumn to him.

if only they'd just listen to him a bit more sometimes.

Expanded Lores:

tom is what youd call legally emancipated. in other words he went thru the courts and got divorced from his own parents and doesnt need any guardian's permission to get a job enroll in school n shit etc etc etc.

this was hell.

for one they didnt want him out of their vise. for another they Damn sure didnt want him under the same roof as his disgrace of a brother, not after they sent him off to that boarding school.

yeah tom didnt grow up in bullworth and his brother kind of kidnapped him. but it was justified.

as such, he was kind of an oddball amongst the bullies, being one of the youngest, if not The youngest addition to their group.

this all went down his freshman year, two years prior to ingame events.

regardless they did accept him wholeheartedly. he's got his own attitude and Bite.

they even included him in the blood oath. which was Very significant to him.

practically solidified them as his Brothers. his new family. etc.

sidenote: his actual brother is the townie Gurney. his deal was he dropped out and just never went home because it sucked. he's got a few screws loose but he's a good guy. he's also like 20something.

anyway tom's a horror nut yeah. always was. likes junji ito, texas chainsaw massacre, that sort of thing.

he was actually in a creative writing club working out his own creepypasta-esque stories lmfao.

earned him the title of creep. sometimes got him smacked.

he Also likes radiohead but shhhh.

sigh. his parents Really didnt let him go easy.

in fact they refused to accept the court's orders.

came up, watched him, for a time.

he thought he'd just be experiencing sleep paralysis, seeing shadows from the window.

if only. no. they Wanted him back.

they got arrested thankfully. finally. gurney spoke of moving again but tom didn't want to leave his friends behind.

anyway. absolutely horrid upbringing aside, tom was a pretty decent guy, largely.

yeah he's been through a lot, but it toughened him up, or so he thinks. if nothing else it's hardened him somewhat.

bullworth was a shithole for many, but it was probably the only place he felt really free.

on a lighter note. damn this boy loved bmx tricks.

liked bikes just as much as the greasers really.

wasnt uncommon to see him at the park on the ramps practicing his stunts.

didnt wear protection nope who needed that.

thats for girls and he aint a girl. he's rawdogging life already.

you can tell how that went by his face alone.

usually gurney cooked bacon n eggs to help him feel better n shit.

fav food yaknow. poached especially. extra crispy bacon.

i got a song for him too dw. boink

Ethan Robinson 🥋

The Basics:

he's arguably one of the most put together of the bunch.

or at least, he knows what he believes in and he's sticking with it.

it's all self-empowerment to him. discipline and whatnot.

he's still a hooligan, but that's just the way of the world. to turn the other cheek, to not assert yourself? that's weakness.

they'll thank him for showing them the way, someday.

they'll know respect. they'll know strength.

they'll see.

Expanded Lores:

the home he comes from has suffered some hardships. but he didnt have a bad upbringing, per se.

loving parents, strong father, they only want to see him succeed.

some things just cant be helped. like the shithole neighborhood they're in.

but at least he met his lifelong friends there.

the boys pile up on his couch to watch cowboy bebop on a semifrequent basis. lol.

his place was a safe haven when trent's home wasnt available for movie night. and movie night was Important.

this boy has a massive collection of flicks, on that note.

most of which are either kung fu, samurai, or anime related.

yeah his obsession runs deep.

one might even call it a special interest.

he's got katanas on his bedroom walls and shit.

absolutely heartbroken he cant bring them on campus.

but he makes do with his fists, of course.

he was lucky enough to join an afterschool martial arts club in his elementary years. unfortunately it shut down sometime in middle school and he hadnt been able to find another since.

he doesnt remember all the moves, but he still has his Belts.

he also has a very fat orange cat named Buddha.

morning tradition is to rub his belly for luck every day.

not a hard task as that cat is frequently splayed out on his back.

or in somebody's lap. the boys frequently pass him around like a potato during movie night.

admittedly he really likes animals. feeds strays and whatnot.

volunteers at shelters. usually on weekends.

breaks his heart when he cant save em all.

anyway he does meditate and Often.

usually under an ice cold shower pretending its a waterfall.

sometimes perched precariously on the roof of some building.

how does he get up there? parkour.

yeah in his quest to be a ninja he picked up some tricks like Scaling Buildings and Long Jumps.

he's Very hard to knock off balance.

sometimes he can be seen just chilling on top of the boy's dorm when he wants some peace and quiet.

the others accompany him up there sometimes but usually they back out from fear lol.

tom's generally fine with it though. he's used to heights.

funny pair of alleycats they are.

anyway aside from his.... particular views on pushing folks around, and his attitude most of the time. he's a nice kid.

honestly he's got some of the best grades of the bullies lmfao.

music blast

that took me all night i hope u like it lmao. these boys. shakes my fist. their dynamics amuse me.

requests are still open but i may close them soon

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Alex kralie x loser-stalker! reader

Warnings: stalking (duh), reader highkey a loser…., subby reader, Alex is NOT having it bro ur cooked., this aint noncon dw. Mating press (love it sue me), humiliation lowkey, weirdo behavior from reader. Oh and public stuff but like it’s late and it’s an alley literally nobody uses trust, Alex reads reader to FILTH, gender neutral reader, readers described to be emoish (stud belt, eyeliner, ect ect.) degrading and stuff, Alex mean as hell, picture taking ykyk.

Summary: the boy you’ve been stalking for a few weeks now finally catches you in the act, luckily it works out in your favor…?

Sorta proofread ig it’s 9:16 am and i havent been to sleep yet.

Wc: 1.6k

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Maybe it was your fault you ended up in this situation —scratch that it definitely was. You’d been following him for weeks now and maybe just maybe you thought you could get away with it, and you would’ve if you hadn’t forgotten to turn the flash off on your digital camera. Nobody could blame you really, he was so pretty the thought would cross any insane persons mind.

So now here you were running through dark streets trying to get away from the guy you had been stalking, successfully making sharp turns around corners and dodging random trashcans and boxes just to trip over a loose raised brick in the middle of an alley. You must’ve hit your head on the way down, your vision was crossing, seeing double of the face that you knew so well. You tried to get away from him, trying to pull yourself backwards with your forearms.

“What the fuck was that?” Alex demanded, grabbing you by the front of your shirt bringing you closer to his face.

“I-I didn’t mean to i really didn’t-!” You tried to finish before he cut you off

“Cut the bullshit. You and i both know you wouldn’t have ran if you had nothing to hide.” He argued, letting you fall back before putting his knee on your chest and reaching into the pocket of your jacket. You panicked trying to keep him from grabbing your camera, the one with all of the pictures you had of him on it. You ultimately failed, flailing limbs uncoordinated, still dizzy from the fall.

“Whats this huh? What do you think im gonna find on this? You think i havent noticed you these past few weeks?” He growled, pushing you further into the bricks of the alley —you could feel a few of the uneven ones digging into your spine.

You watched in a ditzy horror as he clicked away at your camera, no doubt looking at all the pictures you’ve taken of him, out on the street, through the windows of stores, and your personal favorite, through the window of his bedroom. You’d only followed him to his house once, you had been too nervous to do it again, afraid of getting caught. He looked down at you, his gaze almost humorous, wondering how he could’ve possibly missed a loser with a camera outside of his window.

“You sick little freak.” He laughed in disbelief “what? Were you hoping to catch me getting changed for the night? Getting out of the shower? i bet you’d fucking like that wouldnt you?” He continued, leaning down, grabbing your face harshly to make sure you were listening to every word coming out of his mouth.

Your body shook as a sob left your throat, slurred apologies leaving you almost unintelligible only a few syllables could be understood. “No, you aren’t sorry. You’re only sorry you got caught.” He chuckled putting your camera down next to your head. He seemed to tune out your useless sobs and pleas putting a hand over your mouth before going to speak again.

“I know, you’re just a freak loser, you dont have any friends, you dont know how to talk to people, you really could’ve just asked me out instead of acting like a stalker and taking pictures of me.”

Your eyes were watering as the pain from the fall and Alex’s knee digging into your sternum started to set in along with the shame from the degradation and the fact that he was right. You hadn’t even noticed the way his hands traveled lower to the buckle of your studded belt, the sound of metal on metal dragging you out of your thoughts. Your eyes widened as you realized what was happening, you bit your bottom lip in anticipation letting your head fall backwards—which was a bad idea you realized as you winced when it hit the ground.

“Dont look so excited, you aren’t getting out of this that easily.” He chided, tugging your flared jeans down your thighs leaving them at your ankles. You knew you looked a mess, eyeliner smudged all the way to hell, eyes red and watery, jacket shoved open and your shirt halfway up your torso along with your pants and underwear around your ankles.

“Maybe if you’re lucky i wont leave you here after im done.” You could hear the disdain in his voice. You sobbed again and reached for him only for your hands to get shoved away with a scoff. It didnt take long for him to get his cock out of his pants, hand reaching up before shoving two of his fingers into your mouth successfully gathering your saliva the, lubing his hand up to stroke himself.

Unfortunately you didn’t get to watch any longer as your own thighs obstructed your view —Alex having pushed them upward towards your head but not quite all the way— pants falling back up your legs just a bit.

“Make yourself useful and hold your legs up for me.” Alex demanded, shoving two of the fingers that he used to lube his cock into you causing a strangled noise as you obeyed, a moan that got stuck in your throat. Your hands gripping the fabric of your jeans, the studs from your belt no doubt making imprints in your palms. Your legs shook as he fucked you with his middle and ring fingers at a slow but somehow still bruising pace, you could feel him pressing harder each time most likely on purpose.

You accidentally let your legs slip from your grasp, Alex catching them with a glare before rolling his eyes.

“Can’t even do something as simple as this right, don’t know why you thought you were competent enough to stalk anyone.”

He roughly pushes your legs back by the backs of your thighs, your knees closer to your head than earlier; then using his forearm to keep them that way while reaching down with his other hand to line his cock up to your entrance. He barely wasted any time, thrusting himself into you with little to no care, shoving your pants back up to your ankles to gain access to your face, forcing his lips onto yours, shoulders keeping your legs in place. You moaned into his mouth, both of you swallowing any noise coming from one another.

The alley was filled with nothing but the muffled sounds coming from the both of you and the slick sounds of his cock stuffing you over and over again. You let out a particularly loud moan when he plunged even deeper inside of you reaching your shaking hands up to grip his hair. His glasses were fogged up at that point, at some point you don’t remember when he had taken them off as to not obscure his vision and set them next to the camera.

You caught a smirk on his face before you were met with the familiar lens of your camera. Your eyes widened as the camera flashed, white spots filling your vision leaving you to blink them away.

“C’mon smile, freak. You dont like having your picture taken?” He laughs taking a picture of your tear filled face as you try to cover it.

“I didn’t hide when you took my picture now did i? Don’t be rude.” He mocks, pushing his cock deeper, a moan ripping itself from your throat and being caught on camera. He smiled before muttering something you couldn’t make out. As much as you didnt want to admit it, being caught like that on camera helped you get way closer to cumming than Alex initially thought.

“M’gonna cum— please!” You whine, your knees bumping into each other as you tried to hold your self back.

“Mmh..tell me you’re sorry.” Alex replied breathlessly.

“Wh—?” You started but quickly got cut off by Alex.

“Tell me you’re sorry for being a fucking stalker freak and maybe I’ll let you cum.” Alex retaliated, his hair stuck to his forehead, he was obviously close as well and he could easily leave you here on the ground of the cold alley. You didn’t wanna take that chance.

“Please, Im sorry! Im sorry f-for being a freak!—fuck!—im so gross and—and weird and i won’t do it again! I promise!” You sobbed, holding onto his forearms that were planted on the backs of your thighs as tears flowed down the sides of your face.

“G’on then, cum since you want it so bad.” Alex retorted probably not believing a word you said. He shuddered as you clenched around him, it was clear you came by the look on your face alone not to mention the way you were squeezing his cock. He quickly pulled out of you before moving, letting your useless legs crash against the ground before making his way up to your face, his legs straddling your shoulders as he jerked himself off over your face. It took no longer than a few seconds before his cum landed all over your face and in your hair.

He took a few seconds to catch his breath, shoving himself back into his pants and reaching for your camera.

“Say cheese.” He grinned at your cum covered face, you didnt fight it this time, showing the camera a blissed out smile as the flash went off and Alex got off of you. He put the camera down once more before helping you pull your pants and underwear back up, he even buckled your belt back up for you.

When you came to he was gone making you sigh in exasperation. You stood up with the help of the closest wall, wiping your face of any of Alex’s cum and reached into your pants pocket looking for your wallet, finding your wallet and a paper that had a phone number and “Alex” under it. You smiled before realizing your camera was missing, looking in the pocket it was usually in and even the area around you but to no avail.

“Fuck.”

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[kelcemenow]

Curves And Edges.

Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader

Words 599

Warnings A ridiculous amount of fluff, mentions of body insecurities.

This request is for @finding-my-way who said the sweetest things along with this request. I had to do it, as someone who has experienced issues and insecurities with their appearance in the past (and sometimes still now), having someone who loves you exactly the way you are is so important. "Hey friend! I absolutely love your fics and the way you right…..I had a request! Would you be willing to write one about Travis and chunky female? Just how he would say he loved her and would ease her insecurities?"

You stared ahead at your reflection in the mirror, tilting your head to each side, in the hopes that the sight in front of you would change. Glancing at the clock to your right, you noticed that you only had 20 minutes left before you had to leave but you were still in your underwear, a pile of dresses building on the bed.

There was a loud knock on your apartment door before it opened and a bellowing voice called out.

"Hey baby!"

You quickly grabbed your robe and swung it around your shoulders.

Travis peered around the door and his face dropped instantly, "Did the dress code say 'underwear' because if it did, I'm very overdressed." He joked and opened the door fully to reveal his perfectly tailored navy blue suit that was hugging his large, muscular frame.

Your lips curved into a small smile, "You look great."

"So do you." Travis stepped towards you and snaked his arms around your waist, pressing a kiss into your shoulder. "But...we need to leave soon."

"I know." You said, your eyes glancing into the mirror at the mess of clothes behind you.

Travis followed your gaze, nodding his head towards the chaos, "You pick one?"

You could feel a lump building in your throat, your hands shaking by your sides, "No. Nothing looks right."

"Right for what?"

"Right on me." Your voice trembled.

Travis' face immediately looked concerned, his eyebrows knitting together, "What's this?"

You looked down, trying to hide your teary eyes, "Nothing. I just...don't...I don't know. I don't look right, I don't look good."

He circled around to face you, stooping slightly so that he could make eye contact with you, "Hey, hey...baby. Stop this. You are so beautiful, you are-"

"Travis...I'm not skinny, or toned...or anything like-"

"Anything like what?"

You turned away and wiped underneath your eyes with the sleeve of your robe, "Anything like the girls you should be dating."

"Ey!" He shouted, "Nah man. I'm not having it."

You watched with drooped eyebrows as he paced to face you again.

"Who is gonna tell me who I should be dating?" He raised his arms and looked around the room, which made you smile, "Aint nobody here telling me who I should be dating. I date who I want!"

His loud voice caused your shoulders to shake with a mixture of crying and laughter. You sniffed through your nose and wiped your eyes again, Travis appearing directly in front of you when you opened them.

"Baby. I want you. You hear me?" He was speaking softer now, his smile warm, "You are beautiful, sexy, radiant, perfect...you want me to stop?"

You smiled through more tears, shaking your head and allowing him to envelop you in his arms.

"Intelligent, funny, kind, generous, honest, gorgeous, classy..." With each word, he kissed another part of your body, letting the kiss on your lips linger a little longer.

You cleared your throat gently, "I should get ready."

Travis lowered his brows, "Uh uh. We're staying here and getting pizza." He said as he removed his suit jacket.

"What? But the event-"

"Is not as important as my girl." He kicked off his shoes, "And my girl is upset. So, we're getting an extra large pepperoni with all of the cheeses and we're gonna eat it on the couch with Netflix on the television until we fall asleep. Anyone gonna fight me on that?"

"Nu uh." You shook your head quickly.

Travis wiped your tear stained cheeks with his thumbs, cradling the sides of your face, "That's what I thought."

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[pumpkinsy0]

Ok now can we get head cannons of Curly being vulnerable?

accidentally made this an essay🤦🏽‍♀️🤦🏽‍♀️

•curlys actually more emotional than ppl think!! hes on the same level of emotional as angela but angela gets played off as more emotional cause yknow, shes a girl, misogyny n allat jazz

•the problem w curly being emotional is that it ALWAYS translates into anger, and that pushes ppl away which yes is what curly wants, but that means nobody rlly checks in on him to see, when it comes to tim and angela theyre usually part of the reason y hes mad so they just avoid each other as well

•pony was the exact same!! just stayed clear of curly till he calmed down, but as he got closer to curly, he realized he cant do that no more, he’d b a dickhead for that, she he just stayed while curly vented his frustrations, like ALLLLL of them, when curlys mad he tells u EVERYTHING

•and the more pony listened, the more he was just thinking “damn this guy is emotional as hell”, he’d never say it to curly bc ofc curlys gonna deny it, so this is just an observation pony keeps to himself

•HOWEVER COMMA!!!! there was this one time curly wasnt just angry, but also sad!! and it was one of those arguments about ponys #substanceabuse issues w the pills OoOoOo and theres a lot of things ponys willing to sit through, curly trying to tell him what to do about hiss issues??? aint one of em, pony ends up getting defensive and it just becomes this huuugggeee arguement

•what made curly more vulnerable than usual was that he brought up his mom. curlys thee biggest mana’s boy u will EVER meet, yet if u notice, he barely brings her up and thats bc he knows she has her issues and THINKS hes protecting her by not letting ppl know but the truth is damn near everyone knows, hes just protecting himself atp

•curly can “handle” one person w terrible substance abuse issues, but TWO???hes crackin, dawg!! he doesnt like his issues staring back at him from all sides he does what he can to ignore his shitty home life and he’ll b dannnneeeeddddd if he turns out like his parents ESPECIALLY his “father” and pony a reflection of his mom like,,,,no,,,

•now that time, it was curly who was avoiding pony, and it was for a considerable amount if time too, like a week and a half. pony would ask around for where he was and everyone just said curly was busy, which he was!! but we all know its just to have an excuse🙄🙄

•to tim and angela, they knew curly was upset about SOMETHING but hes always upset so they werent too worried at first. they started to worry when curly wasnt coming home as much and that got their gears turning,,,what the hell happened,,,

•look it didnt take a rocket scientist to find out pony and curly werent talking so that was a great place to start asking. tim came over to question pony and pony had to come clean about the argument and his own problems, as soon as pony mentioned their mom tim just sighed gearing up to give pony a long (it was 2 minutes but pony thought that was too long bc hes face to face w tim, lmao) talk

•the only person who could actually talk to curly atp was angela, and after tracking the guy down, they just talked. mostly about nothing, just say down smoking to calm curlys nerves. was until angela said he should come home and curly begrudgingly agreeing, but he did come home.

•beyond that, tim and angela have no clue what happened between pony and curly. they didnt force them to talk to each other or anything but they know they DID talk. only reasons y they know that is bc curly started talking about pony again and coming home at night, again

[insideliascrazyhead]

Sannoh Rengokai´s instagram shenaningans remix Sleepy Lion is actually a baby snake?! 2

Jesse:I´m a total slut for pink hair.Just gotta put that out there

Ice:& 4 ur boytoy.

Naomi:A pink cobra.a rare creature to see in the wild

Tetsu:i dead ass feel like whenever Cobra partys with the Mighty Warriors he turns into a crazy new persona and I wanna meet that guy

Smokey:split personality disorder needs a lot of treatment.go seek therapy.yall need therapy

Hyuga:says the sick victorian child

Murayama:smokey be coughing and goes please lord may i live longer im only 7

9:coughs up blood disease,gotta get that treated first.

Takeshi:Rude

Muraymama:nah Rude Boys!* makes crazy squirrel moves *

Yamato:Cobra the party animal.love that.

Noboru:Able to even drink Yamato the tank under the table!

Sara:thats a hilarious drinking game.really.it´s called alcoholism

Fujio:Just deadass found this funny little guy in Tsukasas bathroom

Yasushi:Taking a shit in company.now that´s classy

Todoroki:Probably whole heartedly means it too

Tsukasa:that´s sir Froggington Barthollowquak the fourth

Jamuo:what a distinguished gentle man

Kizzy:i love this shit

Ice:man let me tell yall their apartment looks like a curriosity store anyways.

Naomi:Totally i also got my crustation menstruation station lobster that holds pads etc,from Cobra a

Cobra:When Jesse´s wasted he speaks to that thing

Jesse:When we got him Cobra usually forgot we have him.So at night when Cobra went in there we heard him scream bloody murder!

Hyuga:Aint nobody else weirded out by this?Just me?guess I go fuck myself then...

Tetsu:growing up around all that weird crap must be fun tho

Tsukasa:it is.its like a wonderland

Jesse:Heart Eyes Motherfucker<3

Ice:Suprise Motherfuckers?

Murayama:Break Cobra-chans heart Imma break your bones

Naomi:Exactly.What he said.

Yamato:C´mon guys there together for like 17 years and have a teenage son together! Noboru:Still I was in jail once and won´t mind going again...

Jesse:Yáll are crazy I would never hurt Cobra! Sarah:You did go to jail for a few years and left him to raise Tsukasa. Cobra:Relax.I had help from literally everyone.

Rocky:Well if you break up i would just state:that´s on dating a former Doubt member

Kizzy:So was I tho...

Kaito:He doesn´t mean you sweetheart.You´re an angel and we´re thrilled to have you.

Smokey:questionable adorable

Fujio:Goals tho.Hope Tsukasa and I end up like you and Cobra-san! Cobra:Don´t even think about kids until you´re at least done with school!

Todoroki:The bar is so low it´s literally on the floor Tsukasa.You didn´t even finish school dad! Jesse:Yeah and because he didn´t go to school we had you...

Sarah:Cobra got knocked up cause he didn´t knock you out.

Fujio: OMG what if he knocks me up?!

Tsukasa:

Cobra:No that happened because of a cheap tequila and a gas station condom!Also Fujio that won´t happen to you cause you don´t have a uterus!

Fujio:Was it removed the time I needed to go to the hospital to have a surgery because i was in so much pain.

Tsukasa:No Fujio.That was your appendix.You don´t have a uterus because you got amab

Ice:Yeah fuck the police!Acab and all that!

Cobra:I should knock myself out it would be a lot less painful than reading this!

Cobra:date night suprise by Jesse

Kizzy:when you paint each other then Jesse got a beautiful masterwork aka Cobra´s face

Kaito:And Cobra? Rocky:Cobra has a horror halloween decor of Jesse´s ugly mug

Jesse:Mean!MeanieMouse! Ice:draw each other naked now that´s a date night

Dan:Ew.Nobody wanna see that shit.

Murayama:I wanna see Cobra-chan naked!

Hyuga:if the whole gangleader,gas station shit aint gonna work he would make a ton of cash on onlyfans

Smokey:you nasty pig.

Jesse:Now you got me clutching my imaginary cause im broke ass fuck pearls right now

Chiharu:Well he´s just stating facts

Tetsu:right onlyfans!thats the easiest thing i couldve done after the bathouse closed.

Sara:Cobra would be successfull on onlyfans,you wouldn´t

Tetsu:are you bodyshaming me

Cobra:she´s not saying that you´re so scrawny that you would get lost in the covers lilke a remote.She just said you aint got that personality and attitude of being like oh fuck yeah i´m gorgeous.

Dan:that wine was probably empty ten minutes in

Jesse:It was we switched to tequila

Tsukasa:yeah i came home and they painted nearly everything but the canvas.furniture,walls but nope canvas was clean

Ice:Why did jesse start off with water tho.

Jesse:Yeah,that wads totally water and not vodka*sweats nervosly*

Cobra:yeah and you didn´t throw up all morning,screaming you´re dying.it was miserable

Tsukasa:Lovely conversation between my parents as usual

Jesse:Romantic evening slutz,reloaded!<3

Sara:only way to capture cobra´s heart is candy

Pearl:You gonna get diabetes

9:sweeeeeet (literally)

Cobra:Nah got hypoglycemia already i need that shit

Dan:shitty excuse Naomi:if i try to be romantic Yamato would inhale that shit like a vaccum cleaner

Yamato:i wouldn´t you´re a mean little person.i would love a romantic evening like that

Naomi:yeah and in the end you bite my hand instad of a marshmallow

Rocky:dentist bill through the roof

Cobra:yall ever heard of a toothbrush?no?explains it all...nasty fucks

Hyuga:especially with you´re weird ass silver teeth like the back of a damn garadge truck

Smokey:looks like a oompa loompas colon

Ice:Yo we all gonna eat at jesse´s from now on!

Tsukasa:blood type sugar syrup.

Cobra:Yall way too dramatic

Tsukasa:nah you got the eating habits of a toddler.you´re a grown man.not even your son is a toddler anymore thats how old you are.

Cobra:So what you wanna have me eating then?prune juice and oatmeal with raisins?Hell nah.-

Sarah:Found this oldie and thought that´s gotta go on social media

Cobra:Where did you find that ?!

Ice:We found that in you real life facebook! Tsukasa:You mean a photoalbum? Sarah:That exact one.

Fujio:Awww tiny baby Tsukasa

Rocky:Good that he didn´t get Jesse´s looks * dry heaves *

Noboru:You looked like death

Jesse:oh screw you you know exactly babies don´t like sleeping at night

Naomi:thats not exactly how it works...

Jesse:you know exactly how I let Cobra sleep most nights of course I know the baby doesn´t like sleep

Murayama:Aww a sleepy baby lion snake.Well now he likes sleeping a looooot more

Yamato:Or crazy idea,he prefers Cobra

Kizzy:Even I prefer Cobra

Jesse:We all do girl.That´s exactly why the least I can do is let Cobra sleep through the night with all he did for the baby

Jesse:Cobra on vaccation not amused by the freezing cold.

Sarah:Cobra cold.Cobra retreats.

Tetsu:Escape the cold!

Naomi:Snakes are warm blooded creatures after all

Jesse:loved how he stepped outdside and immidiatly said „yep.imma piss ice cubes all night“

Murayama:not vacay all day huh Cobra-chan?

Yamato:Cobra´s rule for vacation „I´m not adulting today“ Ice:Can yall imagine a romantic vacation tho where you wanna get kinky and shit and its like ah

yeah just let me peel the ten layers off that im wearing like a fucking onion

Noboru:you did cobra dirty.beach vacation then boom.ice age 5 cobra crawls out of the woodwork

Cobra:thats exactly why we spend the rest of the weekend in the hotel room

Hyuga:oh you kinky bitch i love that

Dan:so did the hotel bill huh?

Jesse:not necessarily.cobra was wrapped in a blanket borrito.He took the blanket borrito with him whenever he left the bed

Tsukasa:Totally sounds like dad.So yeah that fits.

Naomi:That´s how he looked when Cobra made a new Sannoh family tradition up;

that night we all went tipsy grocery shopping;one rule;whatever we get we need to take out of other peoples shopping carts and replace them with something weird or inapropriate.

Tsukasa:best shopping trip ever

Murayama:That´s sound so good I gotta try this with Seki and Furuya! Fujio:Damn that´s the greatest family to marry in ever!

Jesse:It was so hard to be sneaky tho! Cobra:Naomi the feral chaos gremlin totally won tho!

Yamato:Fuck yeah!She replaced a few onions with hair coloring even tho that guys bald.

Smokey:Sounds ridiciulously like a fun trip tho

Rocky:And risky to get your ass kicked Cobra:Fun sponge

Hyuga:what? Tsukasa:You heard my dad firework boy,he said fun sponge.

Jesse:Found this old ass photo from our first date night after baby Tsukasa!Yamato babysat last minute and I just went to Cobra and rushed him out just how he was,before Yamato escapes.

Yamato:You nearly left dust clouds so fast where you

Naomi:If you would be a teenager that´s up all night with a screaming baby you would want a break too

Ice:Ey yo don´t forget Jesse be talking like a toddler all day!

9:He complained so loudly.Like „If I read one more time in some damn book what sound does a cow make...It´s moo motherfucker!Moo!“ hilarious

Kizzy:Cobra may didn´t finish highschool but he easily (at least I hope so) could´ve read the baby a book

Noboru:He tried.At the what sound does a pig make he says hey i know that.it says you have the right to remain silent! Sarah:How about leaving the raising to the good old tv? Tsukasa:He and Yamato always watched wrestling with me until I cobra-twisted a kid in daycare...

Yasushi:You little psycho i love that

Kyoshi:You can´t say much you´re favorite childhood toy was a hammer.

Dan:You really went the date in joggers?

Cobra:Not everyone is as desperate as you Dan,also Jesse tried to replace date night with dinner.

Naomi:That´s so romantic. Cobra:Not if you burned the soup out of the can you wanna make.It went gooey and green.

Jesse:Rude!Yamato still ate it

Tetsu:Yamato would eat a motorcycle if he could...

Yamato:and i throw up so violently you toilet cried kill me....

Noboru:no.that was probably your intestines

Pearl:why would anyone let jesse cook.he´s miserable at cooking.

Tsukasa:That was like thousand years ago

Murayama:Woah Cobra-chan still looks as young as when he was a teenager.

Jesse:He pickled himself in tequila.

[ihavetoomanyocsdealwithit]

Azul pt 1

The fact that he waited until the next day to find her was a bit surprising, but that didn’t make it any less scary when Floyd Leech catches Yuu outside class.  

“Shrimpy.” his tone is flat. The hand around the collar of her uniform isn’t tight, but it’s clear she isn’t going anywhere. “With me. Now.”  

“Ah shit, he’s actually pissed.” Ace mutters, stiff beside her.  

“Floyd, how you doing?” Yuu smiles. Nope, definitely not in the mood.  

“Wait,” Deuce puts a hand on her wrist. “We still have class. She'll get in trouble if she skips.”  

“It’s not skipping, Azul can write a note as house warden.” He picks her up again, no more than a ragdoll. “If you pull the same trick you did yesterday, it’s not going to be pretty. Nobody has escaped my squeeze before, and we aint starting with you.” He bares his teeth, tapping her nose with his free hand.  

Yuu can’t recognize if he’s genuinely angry or just annoyed with her escape. She isn’t willing to test it, and she knows she is too tired to do so again. Mary had already warned her off of doing so outside of Ramshackle for now, until she got used to Underground magic.  

“Um, I’ll see you guys later?” she waves, hoping that this will be quick at least.  

He doesn’t put her down once, even when she politely asks. He isn’t quiet though. He seems more annoyed that he had to pull in Idia to provide camera footage that she actually disappeared and didn’t just decide not to get her. The twins don’t seem to enjoy arguing with Azul, though the lines look fuzzy from the outside.  

The bubble always feels odd going down, and then the coolness of Octavinelle settles in. It isn’t always a pleasant feeling when you are warmblooded, but maybe that’s why she rarely sees any Octavinelle student without a jacket on?  

Azul’s office is the same as ever, clean down to the last dust speck on the nearly excessive bookshelves surrounding the whole room. The soft glow of the aquariums below offer a nice touch that she’s always enjoyed though, and finds it difficult to not relax when looking at them. 

 He sits at his desk with the strange fishbone pen scribbling over a softly glowing contract. The laptop, some type of the line model probably, almost stands out like a sore thumb amongst the antique designs.  

It better not be for me, she thinks.  

“Thank you Floyd,” Yuu mumbles as her feet finally touch the ground.  

“Ah, Shrimpy gonna be all grumpy now?” He teases, pulling at her cheek.  

“Floyd, please.” Azul says, almost smiling at her swatting hands doing absolutely nothing. “We have business to discuss.”  

“Yea, I never got a text yesterday, so it must not have been that important.” Yuu crosses her arms.  

“Oh, that’ll come later. I am far more interested in what this was. A unique magic perhaps?”  

He turns his laptop monitor to show the footage of her turning into glitter, her wide eyes the last thing to literally blink out of existence.  

“Even if I had a good idea what happened, I wouldn’t tell you. It was a fluke, I haven’t been able to do it since.” Half of it was true at least. She wasn’t able to recreate the distance, though it may be the desire just wasn’t strong enough.  

“Ah, no need to be coy.” Azul smiles, the polite one that makes her eye twitch. “If your magic base is expanding that’s something to celebrate! How about a drink and dessert, on the house of course.”  

“What do you want?” she asks bluntly. “Nothing comes for free with you.”  

“Prefect!” he places a hand on his chest, “Do you think me so low as to not celebrate my friend's accomplishments?”  

“Are we friends?” Yuu snaps, “I didn’t know that friends made each other homeless.”  

His mouth snaps shut with a click. A huff of air behind ear reminds her that Floyd is still behind her, not at his usual spot beside Azul’s desk. Making sure to guard the exit?  

“I-” Azul takes a deep breath, twirling the neck of the fishbone pen before carefully setting it inside the holder, putting a lid on the ink bottle. “I’ll admit, not my best moment.”  

He sighs, walking around to the front of the desk and leaning against the ledge.  

“Ms. Yuu, you clearly have an expanding magical core, which is wonderful. I congratulate you on effort and achievements. But it’s clearly powerful magic.” He adjusts his gloves, avoiding her eyes. “I, of all people, understand powerful magic without a medium to balance it out. We both know what it looks like when there are...no guidelines.” 

Azul was capable of his spell without the contracts. The contracts are what allowed him to keep his sanity and mind. His step father had been the one to teach him and help, the best gift he had ever received from him truly. But there was something addictive in the power, and to see Yuu overblot, even by accident? 

“I...I do apologize for my transgressions in the past.” Even Floyd raises his eyebrows at him. “I’ll admit that I did not think of the repercussions of my actions as I was self-assured in my own victory. And, at the time, it was the only thing that mattered.”  

There are some deals that you prevent from happening, for the sake of his own skin of course.  

“I have teachers that are helping me.” Yuu relents, “Though I understand your concerns better now. If, and it’s a big if, I need help, I will...actually consider your offer?” 

He laughs, something a little softer than his usual one. “Well, as a show of good faith.” He pulls out a small metal piece from his pocket, “Take this. A representation of our benevolence, guided by the Seawitch and her two beloved eels.” 

It’s a simple band, two dark eels wrapped around a small nautilus shell. It was in the style she preferred, something elegant but minimal. It didn’t look like a cheap tourist thing either, she could feel that the shell was smooth, thin but strong. It wouldn't shatter easily at least.  

“Are these actual eel scales?” she asks, feeling the bumpy texture.  

“Why yes!” he smiles, “I thought something handmade would be of preference. You do seem to prefer things of a more sentimental variety.”  

She huffs, raising her pant leg to wear it as an anklet instead.  

“Alright Azul, I’ll choose to forgive, but I won’t forget. Afterall, forgetting how powerful you are would just be stupid for me.”  

A surprised huff leaves him, but he allows her to leave at last. Jade meets her at the door before she can even turn the knob, Floyd staying behind.  

“Huh,” he mutters, “Went better than expected.” Floyd stretches his body out, small pops along his spine that wouldn’t be there in a human body. “You get what you needed out of it?”  

“Enough, though not all.” Azul nods. “We do need her to trust us, and if that means giving away a token to show good faith, it’ll be worth the small energy exchange.”  

“Also allows us to keep an eye on her.” Floyd adds, rubbing the small spot along his upper arm. They were eel scales. Specifically, theirs. Azul wouldn’t be able to see through her eyes the way he could with his or Jade’s, but with a sprinkle of their scales and a small sample of all three of their magics in the shell itself, they’d always be able to have a vague idea of where she was at least. With the way she was progressing in and out of class, she was becoming a threat.  

And the best way to neutralize a threat was to make them a friend.  

“It’s for her own good.” Azul goes to sit back down. He thinks it is for her good at least, and it’s not totally invasive. “Besides, I would like to know more about these teachers of hers. Perhaps they are looking for more students.”  

Floyd shakes his head, making sure that Azul has a drink before heading out himself. He can’t afford to fail this next test if he wants to stay in the advanced classes. At least the advanced classes aren’t as boring as the main ones, but damn if they don’t test his patience some days.