#boy brandy loud

[askfacultystaff]

Animal AU

🔺Loud Rabbits and their genderbends🔺

Brandy Loud = Boy Brandy Loud.

Beatrice Loud = Bishop Loud.

Bernadette Loud = Brock Loud.

Beulah Loud = Bane Loud.

Bella Loud = Brad Loud.

Bailey Loud = Billy Loud.

Bebe Loud = Bart Loud.

Barbara Loud = Bowie Loud.

Blair Loud = Barney Loud.

Betty Loud = Boris Loud.

[c0nfessions-of-a-writing-freak]

Do It For Me

Pairing: Marcus Lopez Arguello x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1.1k

Summary: After pissing off Brandy and finally getting what was coming for you. Looking for a quick way out, your eyes luckily land on the new kid. Thinking on your feet, you swoop I'm in for a little kiss to try and ward off the wolves that were on your trail.

Bingo: @eclipsingbingo with the square 'Fake Dating'

*Gif does not belong to me

Your slightly heeled boots clicked through the hallway quickly, walking at a steady pace so as to not let on to how much worry was flooding through your body. You hadn't meant to piss off Brandy, scratch that, you hadn't meant to piss off Brandy enough that she'd get her whole cheerleading squad to go after you.

That's why you were hurridly walking down the school corridor, not even bothering to look over your shoulder as you could hear their pig-squeal-laughs as they followed. As you went you could see heads start to turn when they heard the parade of cheerleaders, their eyes only setting on you after they realised what was happening. The more heads that turned, the more you began to realise just how doomed you might be.

It was only when your eyes landed on some guy you had never seen before. He stood tall as he opened his locker, shoving something into it that vaguely looked like some teddy bear that had poorly been impaled. Your eyes quickly scanned over him, trying to put together the puzzle pieces as to who he might be.

You have never seen him before in one of your classes, which could just mean he was in the year above but you didn't think so. He seemed too fresh, unaware of what he was getting himself into to be familiar with this place.

That was when you remembered what Billy had been telling you. Some new kid was being recruited into this school. Some child killer. The orphanage killer, or something like that.

You had no idea what this killer was meant to look like. Billy had told you stories but even then he hadn't said anything about the boy's features. How could he? He had never seen him before last night or whenever it was that the green-haired boy slunk off with his skateboard and too much excitement flickering through his bones.

You couldn't help but count this as a win as you realised this was the boy who set that orphanage on fire. Never had you thought you would say those words in your head.

Changing the course of your walk, you head straight for the new kid, placing a heavy hand on the locker next to his head and staring up with a large smile. Eyes were instantly on the two of you. If someone hadn't been staring at one of the two of you before, they definitely were now.

"Look who finally decided to show up after my months of begging." You exclaim, saying the first words that come to mind to make it seem like the two of you had known each other previous to joining the school. His head snapped towards you when the slam of your hand had first sounded, face full of shock which now morphed to confusion at your words. "You could've told me you were coming."

"Do I know you?" The boy said, voice not as loud as yours. It seemed he was trying to keep his words on the down low so as to not embarrass you in case you had made a mistake. How sweet.

"Don't be silly," You laughed, your voice calming but still loud enough for any onlookers to easily hear. Lowly though, your teeth bared in a smile to try and not draw too much attention to your next words though, you say, "Just play along."

He blinked almost owlishly at you in return as if your intentions still weren't setting in. You rolled your eyes, your irises landing on the teddy bear that had in fact been stabbed in his locker, a not stuck to it. You sniffed at that. Seems like you were right.

"Oi, cunt," One of the girls--one that you had never bothered to learn the name of--yelled from not too far away, her and her pack catching up to you.

That was the only kickstart you needed to reach up and grab onto the boy's face, pulling him down so he reached your height and smashing your faces together. Your lips moved quickly, almost in sync as he finally realised what was happening.

Reaching a hand up to place on your hip, the other awkwardly hanging in the air before cupping your cheek, he angled your face up slightly so it would be easier for him to kiss you back.

You could hear the sudden stop of shoes as the group after you stopped a few feet away, watching with wide eyes as you kissed the boy's home killer. Someone whistled, probably some lowlife or one of your friends who were also lowlifes. You didn't care though, not when you heard the muttering or the laughing, not when a horde of footsteps kept walking, acting as if nothing had happened.

It was only when the bell rang did you pulled back, taking a big breath of air in as you looked up at the boy through hooded eyes. Hopefully, you didn't share any classes with him or this was going to be an awkward few hours.

"I'm Marcus," The boy says, blinking at you with a smile on his face as if he couldn't believe what just happened.

You returned his smile, grinning up at him sharply. "Hi Marcus, you just saved my arse." Slowly, you push yourself off the locker you had been leaning against, ready to go about your day as if nothing had happened. Marcus didn't seem to like the sound of that.

"What, no name?" He teased, shutting his locker and trailing after you, not caring if the storage unit was actually locked. "I did just save your arse, according to you."

"Don't you think it's a bit too early for me to give you my name?" You joked, walking down the hall without stopping or waiting for him to catch up.

"Well, you did kiss me," Marcus pointed out, grinning cheekily as he fell into step next to you. "I think that you should count for something."

"I don't kiss and tell," You said simply, leaving him to wonder for a little bit longer.

"Well, if you're not going to tell me your name," He started, pulling out a folded piece of paper from his blazer pocket. Unfolding it, he turned it around and showed it off to you. "Could you at least tell me where my next class is?"

You take one look at the piece of paper and say, "Fuck."

[brain-rot-central]

It was 4am and I was having thoughts.

Astarion rutting wildly inside of you, his body completely covering yours. Your legs are wrapped around his waist as he continues his assault, the blunt head of his cock kissing your cervix ever so gently with each thrust.

He nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck and darts out his tongue, licking up toward his favorite spot to feed upon you. You moan and instinctively raise your head, bearing the column of your neck to him.

He groans into your skin but doesn't bite. Yet, you feel his mouth turn upward into a smile against your neck. He moves his mouth further upward to your ear and begins nipping your earlobe. "Darling," his voice is a hushed whisper in your ear, "I'm so hungry, my darling..." Your walls clench around his cock at the sound of his voice in your ear. He groans in pleasure at your cunt fluttering around his length, his hips stuttering into yours as he fucks you through the sensation.

Your nails dig into his biceps and he winces, sucking in a sharp breath. His mouth falls back against your ear again and he moans, low and throaty, directly into it, "Please, just a taste," he begs as he brings his lips to hover above yours. "I've been such a good boy, haven't I?"

Your eyes roll back into your skull as the words leave his lips. A string of lustful moans escape your lips and your walls flutter wildly again over his length. You feel the knot in your lower abdomen weaving tight and tighter, threatening to rip apart at the seams. "Astarion-" you rasp out, voice hoarse and soft.

His mouth descends upon your neck again, suckling the tender flesh of his most recent bite mark. "You do want me at my most virile, my love, don't you?" Astarion's tongue laps across the small fang marks, sending a shiver throughout your body.

"Yes," you gasp, hands coming up to hold either side of his face. "Drink from me," you say as your eyes meet him. His eyes fall closed and his mouth hangs slightly agape as the words leave your lips, his hips never faulting. "As much as you need," you continue, "so that you may spend yourself inside me." You watch as he throws his head back and groans, cock twitching against the tight heat of your walls with each thrust.

"Gods, you have no idea what you do to me," he breathes out, mouth returning once more to your neck. "You've become my beginning..." You feel his lips curl back, baring his fangs against the supple flesh of your neck. You lift your head up again, preparing yourself for the sting of his fangs sinking into your neck. "...and my inevitable ruin."

Shards of ice pierce into the side of your neck and you groan, loud and throaty. His hips falter in their movement as he focuses on drawing your blood into his mouth. He groans around your neck as he swallows the first few gulps of your life's essence. You feel Astarion's tongue dragging across your jugular vein in an upward motion, coaxing your blood into a continuous stream down his throat. Each pull of blood into his mouth corresponds with a throb of your sex, and he slowly begins to rock his hips back and forth within you. His cock pulses again, and you swear he's grown larger, thicker, as it drags deliciously across your walls with each snap of his hips.

Your head is swimming, the scent of rosemary, bergamot, and brandy flooding your olfactory receptors. The icy stab against your throat has lulled into a pleasant caress, and you moan loudly at the feeling of being so thoroughly full, so consumed, by your vampiric partner. To bestow such a gift to him fills your heart with pride. He could choose to feed from anyone he wished, but he chooses your blood, over and over, each time.

The rhythm of his thrusts suddenly falls off tempo, and he unlatches his fangs from your throat. "I'm going to cum," he breathes out, quiet and desperate. His cock is pulsing wildly inside of you, having been rejuvenated by your blood, and your walls clench instinctively around him.

"Cum inside me," you coo to him, "plant your seed within me, please." He drops his head and his eyes screw shut, mouth hanging agape as desperate moans fall from his lips. His hips stutter in an uneven pattern, and you feel the warm rush of his release begin to flood your womb. His licks the remnants of your blood from his lips, groaning and throwing his head back as he gives a few more shallow thrusts into you.

His hips finally cease and he drops his head, heavy eyes cracking open to meet yours. He pants deeply above you, chest rising and falling with strained effort. His lips graze yours, kissing you softly as his breathing begins to settle. "I love you, you know," he huffs out. "So very dearly."

Your lips curl into a genuine smile and your hands come to hold his face once more. "I know, my darling," you say. "I love you, too, just as much."

The evidence of your union begins to seep from where you are joined, though he doesn't pull out. Astarion simply lays against you, nuzzling his face into your chest. "Can we stay like this for a bit?" he asks, voice tender.

Your hand comes up to rake gently across his scalp, and you kiss the top of his head. "Of course, my love. I wouldn't like anything more."

[yumiis]

headcannons for getting drunk with tgc?

like how high their tolerance to alcohol is,

what they usually have,

and stuff similar?

ignore my 'ideas' if you dont wanna do them <3

🫧 anon

absolutely!! i love making hcs like this (i also won't be including larry bc he isn't of legal age to drink :P)

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。 drunk ; tgc boys

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genre/type: fluff/humor, headcanons

read below!

ISAAC;

absolute unbeatable tolerance. insane tolerance. dude can take 6 shots of everclear and still walk a straight line.

you've only seen isaac blackout ONCE, and it was complete accident. you hadn't seen isaac drinking that much, but he was actually borderline drunk. he asked you in a pretty sober sounding voice, "how many drinks have i had? should i stop?" you say, "i've only seen you take like 2 shots. drink some more!"

horrible move. he blacked out and also woke up with the world's worst hangover.

ever since then though, his tolerance, like i said, is rock solid.

he likes the classic drinks, so i'd say he likes a good screwdriver.

super clingy and COCKY when he's drunk.

drowning you in kisses and hugs, and he goes, "babe, i'm soooo hot. i'm soooo hot and sexy.."

"sure you are."

your two options are to kill his ego or boost it, but it kills you too much to deflate his ego.

"how cocky was i last night?"

"yeah."

TANNER;

moderately normal tolerance, maybe a TINY bit lower than the average person in their mid-20's.

like, if we're measuring in shots of vodka again, like 4 1/2 shots he'd be gone. not black out gone, but "i'm gonna talk about every celebrity i could probably pull" gone.

he's such a YAPPER when he's drunk dude.

will probably do the trend of writing fake band names to try and make you laugh

he's dancing around to loud ass music in the kitchen, invites you to dance with him, he immediately starts shoving himself against you

he won't shut up about how much he loves you

he's definitely got his head in your lap and he's making you play with his hair and listen to him talk

however you have to stop him talking at a certain point, because he'll just start having a crisis and making himself sad.

he's never blacked out, but he has terrible hangovers.

favorite drink? he strikes me as a daiquiri kinda guy. he'd love them.

but if it's more casual drinking at home, he's happy with some soju.

NICK;

literally AVERAGE tolerance.

about 2-3 shots of vodka has him tipsy, 4-6 has him drunk, and don't give him more than 8, he might start drunkenly making an album.

he's not a clear liquor guy, he prefers browns like brandy or scotch.

there is almost ALWAYS a bottle of whiskey in the fridge for nick, he never runs out.

he drinks regularly, but he doesn't HEAVILY drink on those nights.

he's super sleepy when he's drunk. he could literally fall asleep anywhere if given the opportunity

he could be laying on the floor to "stretch his back" he's asleep 10 minutes later

you have to carry this dude to bed (and if you can't do it alone, isaac helps you)

like i said he prefers drinking brown liquors, so i think he'd maybe like a tequila sunrise or just straight whiskey

BLAKE;

"i have a ROCK SOLID tolerance!" dead in 3 shots. don't listen to him lie to you

every time you and the guys go out for dinner at like chilis or something, blake orders a margarita and everyone sighs in unison

the margarita gets him on the verge of drunk. just a little past tipsy.

he can HARDLY casually drink with anyone because his tolerance is just THAT bad

you constantly pick at him for it but he's just accepted it at this point

he's so SILLY when he's drunk man

cracking jokes that do NOT land at all and are not funny unless he's talking to a bunch of drunk people

"so the.. uh.. what? yeah.. uh.."

he suddenly forgets english

he can barely formulate a SINGLE sentence and he's basically speaking in mumbles

he's like speaking in fancy or speaking in riddles like a troll under the bridge or some shit

you have to baby him while he's drunk or he won't know what the hell is going on

i think he honestly.. just likes whatever he can get his hands on.

[dazedvivenne]

Heyy, can you please write reader begging rafe cameron for just the tip when reader is ran out of condoms and is not on birth control? plss 🙏🏼

RAFE CAMERON - FEELINGS THAT WILL NOT GO WITHOUT BEING RECIPROCATED

warnings: Smut, stepbro!Rafe, stepcest, p in v, female receiving, no protection.

Rafe had a lot on his mind, money, his addiction, one of the other things on his mind was you. His newly introduced step-sister.

You were sweet, beautiful, submissive, and most importantly sexy. Some of the things you did without thinking about it shocked Drew, like when you forgot to wear a bra in a white dress. He could see your nipples through your shirt but he didn't say anything.

A lot of the simple things you did turned Rafe on, when you tie your long hair up, when you move your hair out of your face when laughing, biting your lip out of habit, when you passionately talk about something you love.

It all made Rafe want to rock your world, he didn't want to call it a quick fuck, that's no fun. Plus you were way too hot to only fuck once. So he would have to take your pleasure into consideration.

It was all a peaceful evening for Rafe until you came downstairs in your pyjamas, it was a Brandy Melville two piece. The shorts were to short and showed off half of your ass, and the long sleeve shirt was nearly see through. Of course you wouldn't be wearing a bra.

Rafe was with his two friends, Topper and Kelce. It annoyed him whenever they spoke about how attractive you were, Rafe would think it but never say it out loud.

You skipped down the stairs, your breast bouncing with each skip. The shorts riding up your thighs, "Ward told me to watch the movie with you." You exclaimed.

Toppers jaw hung low, taking in all of your beauty. Topper wouldn't mind leaving Sarah for you, you were a different type of beauty.

Rafe rolled his eyes, "Whatever." Rafe grumbled, acting annoyed but secretly loving the situation you're getting yourself into. Watching as you walked over to the couch and plopped down beside Rafe.

Kelce licked his lips at the sight of you, "Want a blanket? It's gonna get cold." Kelce offered, his hand out with a fluffy blanket.

You nodded your head and took the blanket from Kelce, "Thank you." You smiled at Kelce, snuggling into the blankets warmth.

You were sat in the middle of Rafe and Topper, both of the boys were distracted by your presence. How could someone be so unbearable perfect.

The lust in the air was getting unbearable for Rafe, "I'm gonna put on The Godfather." Rafe spoke up, using the television remote to turn on the iconic movie.

You nodded your head, scooting closer to Rafe and resting your head on his shoulder. You rested your head on your biological brother all of the time so it didn't seem strange to you.

Rafe attempted to focus on the movie, but that was hard to do when he could see right down your shirt. He tried acting casual about wrapping his arm around the back of the couch.

Hours after the movie had finally ended, Topper and Kelce feeling tired. “I think I’m gonna go home, you two take care.” Topper said respectfully, getting off the couch and leaving the house by the front door.

Rafe stared at Kelce, waiting for him to leave. “Ain’t it passed your bedtime?” Rafe joked towards Kelce. Knowing his parents are particularly strict.

Kelce chuckled and shook his head, “Your right… I’m gonna go now.” Kelce stood up, “Bye Rafe… (Y/N).” Kelce mumbled as he walked out of the big houses front doors.

Rafe looked down at you, “You tired yet?” Rafe grunted, glancing at your lips which you noticed but decided to ignore.

You shrugged your shoulders, sitting up and stretching, arching your back with your arms in the air. Only if you knew how intoxicating this was for Rafe.

Rafe watched carefully as you did this, “I…” Rafe was go hypnotized by the curve in your back as you arched it, he wondered if he could make your back arch as he made you feel good.

When you were done stretching you turned to your Rafe, “I think it’s best if we both get some rest.” You suggested, acting as if you hadn’t felt a strange feeling for Rafe currently. You wanted to deny those feelings as much as possible, but they kept growing.

Rafe nodded his head, biting his lip, “Or…” Rafe was feeling brave in this moment. Placing his hand on your lower back, “We could fuck.” Rafe said bluntly.

You gasped, slapping a hand over your mouth and giggling. “You’re kidding… right?” Your giggles stopped when you saw a serious expression on Rafe’s face.

“Don’t you feel something between us?” Rafe wondered, rubbing your back cautiously. The both of you knew how wrong this was, this is why no one ever made a move until now.

You scrunched up your nose while thinking, acting as if you’ve never thought about this before. “But you’re my brother in law…”

Rafe chuckled deeply, shaking his head and rubbing his jaw. “That’s nothing. Just cause are parents are married doesn’t mean we can’t fool around.” Rafe proposed, only if he knew how ridiculous he sounded right now.

“Actually that’s exactly why this is wrong.” You argued, propping yourself closer to Rafe. “But there something about you i need.” You whispered in Rafe ear, sultry and sweet was the way you spoke.

“Fuck…” Rafe grunted, not expecting you to reciprocate his proposal. Watching as you crawled over onto his lap, kissing down his neck.

This is all very unexpected for Rafe, this only ever happened in his head. Never before had he ever expected you to do this to him. Especially because you were the one doing all of the moves he wanted to do on you.

Rafe gently grabbed your throat, pushing you away from his lovesick neck. “I wanted to guide this.” You muttered, “You seem inexperienced.” You added.

This aggravated Rafe a little bit, “Shut up, I got this.” Rafe blurted, his dominant side coming out. How did you think Rafe Cameron was inexperienced? He was known for being a slut.

You smiled excitedly, liking that you got to be submissive instead of being in charge, cause truthfully you didn’t know what you were even doing.

Rafe lightly pushed you onto your back, while holding onto your throat, “I’ve got a burning desire for you (Y/N.)” Rafe husked, letting his fantasies unwind, he could do anything he wanted with you.

You were shocked with the way Rafe used his words, “You make me feel like I’m on a buzz.” You admit, blushing slightly.

Rafe smiled, biting his lip and bringing his hand to the waist band of your shorts. Gently tugging them down, you weren’t wearing panties. Who could have predicted that.

Rafe smirked, kissing your inner thigh as you kicked off the thin material you called shorts. Rafe placed both of his hands on either side of you hips, holding you down onto the couch.

Kissing up to your flower, when he got to it he started licking your wet folds like a mad man. Forget his cocaine addiction, this was way more addictive.

Tasting every inch of your pussy, little whimpers escaping your mouth. Trying to be as quiet as possible since you didn’t want to get caught by either of your parents.

Rafe sucked on your clit, rubbing his face in between your thighs, “Taste so good.” Rafe relished, feeling his shorts tighten around his member, ignoring it since he was so focused on the sweet taste of you.

Rafe gave you one final lick before pulling away from your heat, sitting up in front of your spread legs. Pulling his shorts down to his mid-thighs, eager to feel the insides of you.

You bite your lip as Rafe lined himself up with you, stroking himself to the sight of you. Pure bliss in this moment for the two of you.

“Are you on the pill?” Rafe asked, his voice husky and low. Still stroking himself, he didn’t have a conform with him. It’s not like he was expecting this to happen.

You shook your head, “It’s fine. Just please.” You moaned, bringing your hand down to your clit, rubbing it in circles and your other hand groped your breast. “Please fuck me, Rafe.” You whined out.

Rafe shook his head, “I can’t risk getting you pregnant, you’re still my step-sister after all.” Rafe reminded you, feeling his heart beat a bit faster as you pleasured yourself since Rafe wasn’t.

You rolled your eyes, “Please… at least just the tip.” You begged, biting your lip while looking into Rafe’s eyes. Ecstasy’s in each other’s eyes, getting high off of each others pleasuring eyes.

Rafe smiled, “What was that? I couldn’t hear you over all of the whimpering.” Rafe teased, chuckling a bit to himself. He knows exactly what you want.

“Fuck me hard, please.” You ask nicely, hoping Rafe will do as you asked. Watching as he lets go of his dick and spreads your legs a bit more.

Rafe slowly lined himself up with you, tapping the tip of his penis on your hole. Teasing you after all of the begging, “Hmmm,” Rafe hummed in pleasure.

You impatiently put the tip inside you with your hand, Rafe grabbed your wrist and slammed them into the couches cushion. “Don’t fucking act like a slut.” Rafe whisper shouted in your face.

You nodded your head submissively. Unexpectedly Rafe forced himself inside your hole aggressively, a loud moan escaping your mouth. Rafe slapped his hand on your mouth as the other one held onto your waist.

Rafe slowly bucked his hips into yours, feeling his penis slam into your walls. A delight for the both of you.

As the two of you fucked roughly on the couch, a storm started to form in the skies. It would be noticeable if either of you broke eyes contact.

Rafe grinding into you, your mumbled moan and whimpers into Rafe’s hand. “Good girl, keep quiet for me.” Rafe rasped, his strong hand leaving a red mark on your waist.

You felt like you were on your honeymoon in the middle of a beach, fucking for the first time. But in reality you were on a couch in your step-father’s house, for the second time in your life.

Rafe threw his head back, grunting as his hips snapped into yours. Sweat starting to form on the boys body, his hair now shining in the pale moonlight.

“I’m close.” Rafe warned you, grabbing one of your legs and placing it over his shoulder, slamming into your cervix now. A whole new feeling taking over your body, pain and pleasure.

You moaned out loud, not caring if either of you ever got caught. This was the most divine moment of your life.

You felt Rafe’s cock twitch inside of you, coating your walls with his thick cum as you nearly screamed with orgasming.

Rubbing your clit as your thighs began to shake. Rafe still softly jumping you, riding down from his high. The feeling eventually died down for you as well.

Rafe pulled out of you, his cum slowly dripping out of your vagina, a beautiful sight to see for Rafe. His mind taking a photo of this blissful moment with you.

Rafe lent over and kissed your forehead, “I’ll buy some plan-B tomorrow.” Rafe mumbled into your forehead.

Getting up to go get a towel to clean the both of you.

[thesupreme316]

hi i never requested before but how would aew boys react to you being in wwe and winning money in the bank and cashing in if you can can you add Christian Cage and Kenny Omega💚

AEW Stars React to: You Winning Money In the Bank and Cashing It In

Pairings: Christian Cage x Reader, Kenny Omega x Reader, Hook x Reader, Daniel Garcia x Reader, Samoa Joe x Reader, Ricky Starks x Reader, Eddie Kingston x Reader

Word Count: 1.3K

Supreme Speaks: hi anon and thanks to requesting (welcome to the dark side). I hope everyone reading this enjoys it. Please remember that you are loved and appreciated.

Warnings: not proofread, GIFS AINT MINE, mentions of reader are gender neutral until specified

Taglist: @wwenhlimagines @hooks-martin @hookerforhook @triscillal @sheinthatfandom @eddie-kingstons-wifey @cassie0sstuff

Backstory:

You worked all year long and you proved yourself to be strong and powerful enough to compete in the Money In The Bank (men’s or women’s; whichever you prefer)

So this first 20-minutes of the match was spent with you bouncing off of ladders, using weapons to your advantage, diving off the top rope onto your opponents, and making memorable moments for the crowd

Finally, after damn near thirty minutes, you climbed the ladder for the final time and pulled down the briefcase to thunderous cheers. You smiled so hard that your mouth started to hurt as you went to the back to watch the rest of the PPV

BUT THEN

You noticed during a championship match (although it was already over), that the champion was injured. You grabbed your briefcase and a referee and ran to the ring as your theme song played (and the crowd gave the biggest pop in your career).

You cashed in the briefcase as the champion looked at you in disbelief and disgust. As soon as the bell rung, you performed your finishing move and got the victory (pinball or submission; I aint picky)

With tears of joy, you received your newly won championship. You celebrated with the crowd and your family/friends who were in attendance before going to the back where someone else made their happiness for you loud and clear…

Christian Cage

THIS MAN IS BEYOND HAPPY

What really popped him was the fact you used his chair move to your advantage

As someone who helped popularize the use of ladder matches, he was subconsciously dissecting your match

He did get scared a couple of times, but he still had faith in you

When you cashed it in, Christian damn near screamed his head off

Luchasuarus had to keep himself from laughing as Christian damn flew off the chair

Immediately called you and told you how proud he was; sent you flowers that arrived seconds after he said it

“How did-“

“I decided on a neutral message just in case of things…don’t read the other side”

I honestly think that he would reference you in promos to show how good his life is

Ricky Starks

THIS MAN CANNOT BE STOP PART 69 (wink wink)

He actually came with you backstage and sat with Cody and Brandi as he watched you own the night

He was the first person you hugged backstage, he made sure of it

Ricky was more concerned about your health than you winning the matches, so he’s just happy that you’re okay

Posts a pic dump of you getting ready, you winning, y’all hugging and shit

Can’t shut up about it while also taking credit for some moves

“That spear off the ladder was my idea…what do you mean Edge did it first?….I told you that yo-someone has an ego problemm”

After you have relaxed and rested for a couple of hours, it’s time that you guys actually celebrate

Or as Ricky likes to call it “Stroke Daddy Time”

Kenny Omega

This nice too bean will always be supportive of you

Posted not-so-subtle pictures of him in your merchandise

Was the first one to congratulate you publicly and privately

Kenny is the one to also dissect your match but just looking for inspiration for future matches

Although he couldn’t attend, he was on FaceTime as you received your title plates and photoshoot (hyping you up all the way)

“LOOK AT Y/N! YOU LOOK GREAT, YOUR TITLE LOOKS GREAT-Is that Austin Creed near you? Y/N run away”

I think after Kenny would have (unironically) the customizable pants with your face everywhere on it

I also think that Kenny would have ring gear that refers to your historical night

Calls you his lil bout machine (aww, aint y’all so cute…throws up)

Eddie Kingston

Okay listen man’s is so damn proud of you

Like Kenny, he couldn’t attend (also, despite your matches, he didn’t wanna be in attendance) but he made sure that you knew how happy he is for you

Posted a pic dump of your wins with a simple caption: “They did it mothafuckas”

Eddie will spam you with texts ranging from congratulations to lemme hold the title

I also think it would encourage Eddie to work harder in the ring so both of you can be on top of the world

If you’re a woman (or go by female pronouns), I guarantee you (motherfucking guarantee you) he will make a post or a shoot interview about how important women’s wrestling is

“Did you see what Y/N did? That was revolutionary! See what happens when you support women’s wrestling….douchebags”

He would proceed to tell everyone…including Claudio…how you’re now the only person he likes and tolerates

Hook

Baby boy is looking at you with stars and hearts in his eyes

He was just so astounded that you were able to achieve two things within one night

I have this idea that Hook sneaks backstage (aka no one really knows when or how he got backstage; or when he leaves/appears) basically he’s Batman

So like no one saw Hook come backstage but two and two together when they saw you hug

Whispers to you when you’re close enough how much he admires you

“To be honest, you’re the coolest person I’ve ever met. And tonight solidified it.”

Doesn’t post a dump but will instead post a simple behind-the-scenes pic on his story

Expect him to tell the Lads….and then prepare for the Lads to post about you

Samoa Joe

HEHEHE MY MAN

As a man who was in WWE, he understands how important this was to you and is happy that you survived

I bet he would get you a shirt that says “I survived my first money-in-the-bank match”

Joe def cackled when you did his whole “walk away” shtick when someone was trying to dive off the ladder

“I TAUGHT EM THAT! I DID THAT SHIT! It’s funnier when I do it tho.”

I think Joe would also give you a heart-to-heart about the business and how much this will impact your career

Is excited to see how your character will evolve from here

Def gives you ideas to turn heel and become a menace in the division

Daniel Garcia

SOMEONE WOULD NEED TO TASE THIS MAN-

He would not be able to shut up; you would need to duct tape his mouth shut and then take his voice box

Spam tweets and deletes the ones where people would raise eyebrows at him

Pretends to be a crazed fanboy like how he is for Blackpink (or Twice)

“OMG Y/N! KICK ME DOWN THE STAIRS! SPEAR ME-“

For your celebration, I can see Daniel taking you to a nightclub with Isiah (you will be appearing on the vlog, you have no choice)

And then another club….and then a bar…yeah bruh you getting blackout drunk (or at least hyped if you don’t drink)

Is genuinely happy for you (a lil jealous) and excited to see where you go from here

Also, he quietly asks for you to make an appearance in AEW

[cowgremlin11]

So as someone who FULLY subscribes to the idea that a modern au Dutch would dress like it’s still the 70’s, I propose the idea that he’d listen to only 60s-80s music (what he calls the only good period of music.)

He’d listen to Prince, Christopher Cross (Arthur’s theme lol), Boston, Journey, Duran Duran, Johnny Cash, Bonnie Tyler, Queen, The Beatles, John Denver, TOTO, Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, Aerosmith, Fleetwood Mac, Seals and Crofts, The Outfield, Men At Work, Blue Swede, Starship, Elton John (OBVIOUSLY), etc etc.

But MOST of all, Dutch would listen to ABBA. This man fully stans ABBA, he has ABBA merch, all the vinyls, he cried when Voyage came out, he probably even got to see them in concert at one point. You cannot take Mamma Mia from this man because my my just how much he missed him. His fav ABBA song would be King Kong Song because he loves to pull Hosea over to do silly little dances while he sings along, and Hosea just loves to see that big stupid smile.

And, I say this as a YRR fan, Dutch would go to Yacht Rock Revue shows and be on the rail with Hosea beside him (who probably has some earplugs in since it’s loud in front of Monkey Boy.) He loses his ever loving mind when they do the Africa/Dancing Queen mashup and he knows all of Nick’s little improvisations to the point that he does them in the car whenever a song comes on. (Also, anchorheads in joke, but he’d yell FUCKIN LOCKET- during Brandy. Gotta love live stream slip ups)

so here’s my Dutch playlist, please ignore how itll go from sad dutch song to angst to fall out boy to yacht rock to rdr soundtrack and back to fall out boy its my wall across campus and think abt dutch soundtrack

Thank you for coming to my TED talk, I have to walk to class now.

[fuckentoastybitch]

TOXIC_RAP.mp3

All the bros have had a go on this flow

So I thought, no, it's my turn

I'm gonna give someone a chance to strike a pose

On this beat like Jojo's

God only knows when this beat feels right

Oh, but it still goes hype when played at night

And now I could cut the tension with a knife

Bottle of absinthe on the shelf

Take a sip. Or twelve

Slip into alcoholic dove and fill the slick and shit

Let's drink till our blood levels turn toxic

Bust out the Bacardi and rum

Drink shots to the sound of a starting gun

Slam drinks back a little hardy and run

What bar should we start at for fun?

So here we are, back again

Will this guy put down his pen?

I have a phone. It's terminology

2023, we have the technology with the new LP

Us boys are all running free

Who the fuck are we meant to be?

A man who's on a legacy?

So I'll make this easy

Nice and speedy

No drinks here with antifreeze

No drinks to sneeze at

Only squeeze in my glass, please

Till I feel queasy

Shot, shot, shot, shot

Cans and bottles, that's your lot

Drink till you lost the plot. Brain rot

Drink till the fives out of ten look hot

Give her the sex, don't call me a miser

She drinks apple cider, came inside her (note: FUCKING WILD)

Back in the room making noise

For gangs of people who enjoys

Acting like tough men, one of the boys

Whilst packing heat at the treat like toys

Arrive on the scene with my team

Looking mean

stacks of green

Feeling preen

We careen to the bar

Smooth like a dream

Dressed up smarter, cash pro rata

Back to the tinnies, crack her lager

Make some bread, not stored in a larder

Spend on brands, devil wears Prada

Committing sins, corporate greed

Take lunch money, mouse to feed

Pop a lock, finally freed

Fuck the lager, grab the mead

Downing honey, busy bees

Send that bottle, what a breeze

Twenty percent proof I'm on my knees

I think I'll try another bottle of that, please

So give me the vodka, that's not what I meant

But a label says that it's forty percent

Would've drank that until the same gents

Started kissing threes whilst pitching a tent

So moving on

Brandy next

Had two shots for the flex

Already looking round for the next

Throw that money, bounce some checks

Cards maxed out, I'm resigned

So let's see what other drinks can I find

Hey there, babe, if you're inclined

Buy me a drink if you don't mind

Rap to the beat on the edge

You see I'm making a splash like Latino heat

So lie, cheat, steal, for real

Grabbing snacks for the main meal

Hidden agenda, big reveal

Cost quite dear and I don't mean veal

Take my chances on my own

Life switched on, not monochrome

We'll take one more for monotone

One last drink before crawling home

Sorry if this topic's over the line

But I like to sit down and write some time

Take some notes

Filling some blanket back with a nice little hobby of mine

After party, rinse and repeat

Wobble around as I find my feet

Party spills onto the street

Now where the hell did I leave my seat?

[Interlude]

Search continues

Bottles fizz

It's around here somewhere

Oh there it is!

Back into it while the beat still goes

Why is it silent?

God only knows!

This song keeps you on your toes

I (should?) see the rapping to the pros

I'm going to woo with flair.

Rick, get me in there

DJ Eric, Eric, death stare

Never mind I don't care

Glare at the back of my head

Wishing the beat was dead

I'm going to invite another guy

Instead of the shit Brit with wit

Looking round for street cred

So hello. Hi.

I'm the one whose lexicon is next to none

Because I'm sitting in a quiet corner

Bouncing off the walls like Yak and Warner

From episode one on TV screens

Across the West and scream dad jokes loud from the chest

The only one in the smoking section

Using a party blow that he kept inside his vest

Objectives announced the fleece

Will this nonsense ever cease?

Feeling relief on the brand new release

Making a move so I'm off now, peace

[blade-that-was-broken]

Wrath and Ruin

Reunions Part 1

With the fear for his family and the loan sharks previously on his tail, Floyd runs back to the Troll Kingdoms, entering from the far side of Pop territory and he eventually makes it to Pop Village. They aren’t quite as loud as in canon, and have a tendency to hide more but the forest is protective of them and Floyd. When he makes it to Pop Village, Floyd is reunited with Clay. 

Floyd is relieved to see a brother. Since it is the middle of the day when he finds Clay, he thinks Branch might be in school so they talk. They have a reunion and Clay talks about what happened and the escape, careful about the news about Branch. Floyd tells him of his old bandmates and the letter he received about the destruction of the pop trolls and the war. He doesn’t tell him everything about his history. 

Clay actually doesn’t know about the war itself. Eventually, he is forced to confess about Rosiepuff and Branch. Floyd is floored to the point that he goes gray and gets into a depressive state for weeks. Clay takes care of him and as months go by, Floyd gets better but the blame nearly crushes him. Don’t know whose idea it is but the brothers decide they need to tell Spruce. Floyd had traveled a bit with him. With the route they take, it leads them near the troll tree where they find Bergentown entirely abandoned and in ruins. The tree is decimated. 

They are stunned and freaked out. It is here they meet a Funk Troll and he speaks of the tale of the Rock attack and how everyone believes nearly all pop trolls are dead. He inquires about other pop trolls but Clay keeps a little quiet on it. He’s paranoid. 

“Are there any other survivors?” Floyd asked with a frown. 

“A couple. One, at least,” the funk troll frowned. “But not really, sorry, no.” 

As they talk, Floyd falls into a hole that is kind of hidden which ends up being a tunnel. It goes the opposite way of the escape tunnels so they think perhaps there are more survivors. All three of them decide to follow it. The tunnel is long and the Brozone bros don’t know what made it. The funk troll tells them it was probably an armadillo bus but the boys don’t know that is. So during the travels, Floyd and Clay learn a bit more about the war - the initial start and how Rock eventually got the upper hand. They come to a collapsed end and things start to rumble. They think it is a dangerous armadillo bus and panics. The funk troll gets them out and to the surface with a gadget he has. “It’s not what it’s made for but it works, I guess.” 

Since getting out of the hole, they are out of Pop territory and for a while, don’t know where they are. They eventually find a town and go inside but then are almost arrested by Rock Trolls that control the town on suspicion of being pop trolls, however they are beforehand found by Spruce, who manages to hide them away in the home he has made for himself. 

Spruce looks a bit different, having painted and possibly tattooed himself a bit to appear more similar to those who has adopted the subgenre of. Spruce - Bruce - has been living under the guise of a subgenre for well over a year because pop trolls are hunted. He’s still learning about how things are working in this new world and regime. He knows a bit about what happened to the tree. The reunion is sweet and joyful once they get to safety and there are plenty of hugs. 

He gets to explain what happened to him - about Vacay Island and then how Brandy saved him when Rock trolls thought he was a pop troll. And here, he has been living for quite some time, trying to keep under the radar. He talks a bit about how a war seemed to be kind of starting up but they live kind of out of the way, so it takes time for information and communication to get to them. Spruce says he also knows about what is said to have happened to the Pop trolls and the tree. 

Floyd tells him that he saw what was left of the tree. Although considering the news about how Pop trolls seem to be hunted, Clay and Floyd don’t say anything about the other pop trolls in the hidden village (they’d probably tell Bruce later, in confidence). However, they do tell of their grandmother’s fate… as well as Branch. 

And that night, they mourn together. 

In the morning, over breakfast with Floyd and Clay’s funk troll friend as well as Brandy, the brothers start speaking of their oldest brother and what to do about trying to find him. No one knows where any other pop trolls are. He could be hiding like Bruce or maybe he was hiding alone in the mountains - after all, he wanted to go to the Neverglades. But the moment they mention John Dory’s name, they are given crazed looks. 

The funk troll is shocked into silence. Brandy spins around and shushes them immediately. The brothers are confused as she tells them to quiet down. “You don’t speak that name!” 

“Why not?”

Brandy explains that one can be arrested for even mentioning that, specific, name, on suspicion of collaboration. They ask why, of course. Before she can try to explain her side, the Funk troll says he’s a criminal, probably the most wanted troll in the Kingdom. You think Rock Trolls are terrible? John Dory is far worse. “He’s a criminal,” the funk troll stated, flatly. “You think Rock trolls do terrible things? John Dory is worse. He finds you? You’re never seen again.” 

He continues to insinuate John is a murderer but Brandy refutes it and tells them John is bringing back the war - rebellion. The brothers are still confused but Brandy tells them a story of one of the most well known soldiers from the start of the war - a near feral pop troll. Some of it is fake, of course, and some rumor. She tells them he has become a dagger in Thrash’s ribs, destroying convoys, guerrilla tactics and rescuing prisoners. 

Although the funk troll tries to reiterate that anyone who comes across him is never seen again and probably dead, Brandy insists they are taken to a safe haven. A place of peace where people can live in peace and sing their own songs without worry of becoming zombies. 

“Do you know how we can find him?” 

“You can’t find him.” 

“Why not?” 

“You can’t find him. No one can/No one can find him - he finds you.” 

And the brothers are just… so confused, understandably so, although relieved that John is alive. And then, the door is bust down - the Rock Trolls discovered the ruse.

Next Up: Journey

[tokischaaaaa]

corny pt.2

!hamzah x !poc reader

summary: hamzah meets reader in curaçao , reader works at a vets clinic on the island, hamzah meets reader on the island due to him driving carelessly and hurting a liter of kittens. (hamzah’s a little dumb in dis one :P)

warning! : fluff!! little bit of smut <3

word count!: 1.3k

   broken hearted - brandy ft. wanya morris

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as they arrived to the clinic, she took out her keys from her pocket, unlocked the door and went into vet mode. she gently grabbed the mother cat from hamzah and moved her to the desk to see where she had gotten hurt.

the mother cat had been slightly injured by hamzah’s tires twisting due to the force of him stopping the car. thankfully, the other kittens weren’t hurt and the mother only needed a few stitches. “you seem very dedicated to helping cats.” hamzah scoffed. “very, obviously you aren’t.” she teased raising an eyebrow at him. hamzah rolled his eyes in return.

as she finished her work with the cats she gave hamzah the thumbs up, “what are you gonna do with them now?” he asked. “probably put them back into nature, they obviously aren’t anybody’s.” she sighed taking off her gloves. “oh,” hamzah said looking down. “why? you wanted one of the kittens.” she sneered, hamzah pointed to the one he wanted. the same black cat that she was playing with in the car.

“you sly corny dog.” she said biting her lip. “but actually i’ll have to keep them here overnight just to make sure that there aren’t anything else going on with the family.” she sighed. 

as she put them into their crates, she turned and looked to hamzah to let him know they could now leave. 

hamzah’s eyes turned darker as soon as she gave that signal to him something abrupted in hamzah, maybe it was the late hour of the night, maybe the slight flirting in the car, or the way she approached him. her aura, her presence was something that was foreign to him but just pulled him in more into who she was. 

he grabbed her hand and ran with her to the car, hamzah looked to the sky quickly, ‘there’s still time.’ he said smiling to himself. “what are you smiling about pretty boy?” she asked, “dont you worry about it.” he smirked. 

as soon as both of them were in the car, hamzah went towards the toto beach he was originally trying to get to in the start of his trip. as he was driving, he looked to his right and saw her head outside the window. hamzah’s breath was taken away, this beautiful sight of the curaçao local gave him more motivation to get to the beach quicker. 

as hamzah pulled up to the empty parking lot, he ran to open her door. as she was going to walk out she was taken by surprise, her legs had been placed around hamzah’s waist. and her head was gently held onto facing his shoulder.

as he carried her to the beach, she couldn't help but pull out a joint and a the smallest lighter ever. she waited until she was put down to light up the za. “whats that smell?” hamzah asked, oblivious to what she had in her hands. “maria juana,” she said before placing her lips onto his juicy lips. a moan escaped hamzah’s mouth as he was still in shock. he was touch starved for too long, he waited, and waited, just for this special moment. 

hamzah gently lay her on her back, she felt the smooth warm sand on her back with also the feeling of hamzah undoing her bikini top. “go faster boy,” she said in a darker tone.

he nodded and proceed to go faster, he threw the bikini topp off and began to kiss her neck, each kiss diving deeper into her sunkissed skin. each kiss getting lower and lower, getting to her naked breasts hamzah didnt stop.

once he appraoced her breasts he began slowly and softly kissing her nipples, her nipples becoming more erectd after every kiss. she grabbed the blunt and lighter once again and lit the blunt. as she took the first hit, hamzah started licking her nipples in circles. loud moans escaped her lips, she couldnt help but place her free hand behind his neck, inching his whole mouth closer to her nipples so he could suck her whole tit. she couldnt help but be impatient, she hadnt felt so much pleasure by someone's actions in so long, she didnt want anymore teasing she wanted this fine stranger with her now!

as the night progressed, the makeout session between the two strangers advanced to them touching all over, and one the two had became high they couldnt get their hands off of eachother. as the sun was making its final appearance on the earth, they both took time off of their nonstop makeout session to look at this priceless moment that is a once in a lifetime opportunity. as they saw the sun finally lower, she passed him the blunt once again, as he was about to take a hit, his phone began to ring.

“hello?” hamzah said in a groggy voice.

“dude! its dark out!” martin yelled on the other side.

hamzah stood up and walked a few feet away to finish his call, he turned around to catch a glance at the stranger, however she was gone. 

“you are just as unfamiliar as i am with this island as everyone else! come home bro!” martin said continuing his lecture to hamzah. 

“martin i get it. ill be home soon.” hamzah said then hung up the phone. 

he was in shock, the girl he had just met had left in just moments. she didnt even leave anything behind, from what he could tell. all that lay from where she laid was a antillean guilder (curaçao currency). as he bent down to grab the paper, on the back read a message. 

xxx-xxx-xxxx. pretty boy hamzah, let me know what day youre leaving the island, and where you stayin → pretty gyall

hamzah laughed at how messy her hand writing was, but was grateful not all hope had been lost in this remarkable stranger he met tonight.

before hamzah made his journey back home, he texted her his address and what day he’d be leaving. he was planning on talking to her through text or to try to know more about her but he was already at the point of his high where all he wanted to do was sleep. 

later, hamzah arrived back to the rented condo and was met by martin’s disappointment. hamzah shrugged it off and knocked right out on the couch. 

the next morning, hamzah was shooken awake by small hands. he slowly opened his eyes and saw the same black kitten from last night, the one that she played with in the car. on the kittens neck was a collar that had a note attached to it. 

oh pretty boy, last night was fun but oh how funny time flies when youre having fun. i hoped you enjoyed my island, my home. i decied i wanted to gift you with the kitten you had your eyes on, her name is ‘e ta stima’, it means lover. we may not meet or talk again, but youll always have the kitten as a part of me to look after your corny yet kind soul.  thank you, island gyal.

hamzah couldnt help but be confused about the last part, ‘we wont talk again?’ hamzah asked himself. he opened his phone and tried to text the phone number she had given him last night however as he sent a text his message became green. ‘shit!’ he hissed. hamzah looked at the note once again and the kitten. he felt a tear fall off of his cheek and onto the kittens head. “oh im sorry poor guy,” hamzah chuckled before looking down, “shit, i mean poor girl.” hamzah cleared his throat and laid back down and e ta stima cuddled next to the crook of hamzah’s neck. 

“so where’d the black cat come from hamzah?” martin said as he entered hamzah’s apartment to record a video (i know they dont normally record at hamzahs place)

“dont worry about it, lets get started.” hamzah said clearing his throat.

tokischaaa talks: why i get lowkey emotional wrtiing dis??? bruuuhh i jus be like that, sometimes i even cry to ice spice. anyway yeah, hope dis cool for yall

[frikatilhi]

Karkki tai kepponen 😈

This is based on the fact that you recommended the book Osuma by Petter Sandelin to me and it was the first book in literal months that I finished. Highly recommend!

It reminded me how back in molemates days I completely lost my mind over marli's soldier boys and wanted to write something similar, but during the Continuance War and trench warfare. And I wrote a little piece which may or may not have been heavily influenced by The Unknown Soldier.

And yes, Bojan's name is Taisto Kukkanen, sue me.

Also I did some research, here are a few snippets from a study "Seven queer brothers : narratives of forbidden male same-sex desires from modernizing Finland 1894-1971" (source)

A Finnish war veteran recalled in 1972: “There were also some homosexuals among us. […] These manlovers played their games in secret. Once, somebody had even seen two guards having sex in the guard post.” --- Indeed, the sources studied for this research in many ways speak about soldier love in the same way as the studies of Juvonen and Mustola. For instance, in a court record from post-war Lahti, a man was reported to the police by his wife. In the interrogations the man confessed how at the beginning of the war he had found another man from the military, with whom he had had a war-long relationship. Because of this, the man said, he could not stay away from male sexual relations even after the war, which had annoyed the wife. In the end, the man was relieved that the secret came out. However his loyalty towards the war-time lover was strong and he refused to give any information about the man to the police. A medical article, too, which treated war-caused mental disturbances, discussed the case of a man who was deeply traumatized because he had seen his lover dying in a battle at the front.

So here's a snippet of Jeremias and Taisto:

When May turned into June, their second summer in trench warfare was beginning, and everyone was counting days until Field Marshall Mannerheim’s birthday. On that day, it was promised that every soldier would get a little cupful of cut brandy, something they hadn’t seen in a long time.

The third company’s second platoon had even more to look forward to. For weeks now, a little pot of moonshine had been bubbling, carefully hidden amidst their gear, and it had been decided that the birthday celebrations would be a perfect opportunity to get a taste.

Pöyhönen had been the orchestrating force behind the idea. Taisto had watched in awe as he had produced the necessities to make the project happen. Bit by bit, the pot, the yeast, the carefully saved sugar and bread had appeared, no-one outside their team none the wiser.

And as the night fell, and the officers had all disappeared to celebrate amongst themselves, the pot was carried out with loud cheers, everyone ready to fill their cups.

“Don’t drink any,” Pöyhönen whispered to Taisto’s ear as the others were rejoicing around them. Taisto nodded, realising what he had in mind. If everyone else was drunk off their ass, then…

As the night went on and the pot emptied, things got a bit rowdy. The soldiers were leaning against each other, confessing their adoration and love in slurred words. They were singing lewd songs and dancing cheek to cheek, swaying together to the one and only record they had for the gramophone.

And so no-one paid any mind when Pöyhönen grabbed Kukkanen and pulled him to his side, head against his chest. Or when he took his hand and joined the others in an awkward waltz around the ground, hand on his waist, bending him over his arm when the song ended.

No-one also paid them no mind when later, as the others were in various stages of passing out, half on top of each other on the ground, only the luckier ones having made it all the way to their bunks, Jeremias lead Taisto away from them, further into the forest, carrying a blanket. 

The summer night was still warm after a scorching hot day. The nights were rapidly getting lighter, but still, outside the glowing circle of the fire, they had to fumble for each other, feel their way around.

There, on the blanket thrown over the endless bilberry shrubs, too far for anyone to hear them, they finally found a moment of solace, a place just for them. There, Jeremias’ fingers found their way inside Taisto, slick from vaseline from the rations, drawing sounds that got lost amongst the trees, somewhere in between the chirps of crickets.

[fetishfairytales2]

Besties 10 (Story)

This was originally written as a continuation of a story by @wittlesissyb4by called Besties. Check out all their fantastic stories on Tumblr and SubscribeStar.

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I couldn't help but let out a laugh as I watched Brandon wriggle and writhe under the Hitachi, each vibration bringing him to another climax. "So, how many times is that now, sissy?" I teased, flicking off the Hitachi and grinning at the large puddle of cum in his diaper.

"Well, well, well, Brandi, that's quite the puddle of looser go, huh?" I teased, tapping my phone screen. "And it looks like Heather has really turned into a hottie pornstar, huh? What a shame for you, honey. I mean, with skills like that, how could any man resist?" As I spoke, I lightly traced my fingers along his sensitive skin, loving the moans coming from him. "Oops," I chuckled, sticking my tongue out playfully. "I guess you don't really have much say in the matter, do you?"

Our fun was cut short when the phone in my perfectly manicured hand started ringing. Without even checking, I knew who it was. And judging by the fear in Brandi's eyes, she knew it too. "Hey girl!" I answered in my most cheerful voice. "How's date night going?" I put the phone on speaker to give Brandi just a little more to cry about. "So, give me all the juicy details," I laughed eagerly.

"Mmm, I hope Brandi is listening," Heather said with a giggle on the speakerphone. "This is just incredible, babe! You were totally right, I needed tonight," she laughed, telling me everything. "I arrived at his place and of course, I dropped my coat right at his doorstep. He tossed me onto his couch and fucked me like I had never felt before. It was so hot! He’s got an amazing dick girl! And then we went out for drinks and dancing, and can you believe it, somehow, we ended up going at it for round two in the bathroom! That boy is head over heels for me!"

I was practically dying of laughter. Seeing the look of pain on Brandi’s face as he heard about Heather's wild night, and imagining her moaning like a whore while bent over a bathroom sink, it was wild! "Seriously, girl?!" I exclaimed, unable to believe what I was hearing. "You let him get it on with you in the freaking bathroom?!"

"Let him?!" Heather cackled, "I begged him for it!" We dashed into the bathroom, locked the door, and he ripped my dress right off. His hands were all over me, kissing and licking every damn inch of my body. And when I was ready for him, he threw me onto the sink like a ragdoll! He was yanking my hair and making me watch myself in the mirror! I swear, I was probably screaming so loud that the whole bar could hear me! I had two orgasms before he even finished!"

I gave Brandi's little peepee a flick and sneered at him, asking Heather "More fun than the sissy?" I laughed at him as Heather chimed in, "my fucking vibrators are more fun than that loser. Speaking of which..." Poor Brandon was shaking in his boots, clearly intimidated. "Looks like you two are having a little too much fun without me," Heather chuckled knowingly. "What the hell are you talking about?" I asked, scanning the room for any sign of her coming home early. "Top right of the dresser, behind the teddy bear," she explained with a smile in her voice. I squinted and could barely make out what she was talking about.

"Oh my god, that's fucking hilarious!" I was dying of laughter, "A video camera? In your bedroom? Girl, you are savage!" On the other end of the line, Heather was cracking up too. "Oh yeah, lots of fun home videos for me to make and force Sissy to watch! Of course, plenty of chances to make sure Brandi is being humiliated enough!” I waved at the camera; “Can you believe she was being fussy?” Heather asked, almost indignantly. “Even though you were being so nice and playing with her!" At first, I thought Heather might be mad about my idea of playing games with Brandi, but nope, she's always down for more sissy humiliation. I swear, my best friend is the queen of tormenting this pathetic loser.

I slyly stroked the head of Brandi's dick, finding his most tender spot. I wanted to make sure Heather notifed his squirming. "He's been acting up lately," I hinted, "Do you see? He can't keep still!" Heather snickered, catching onto my plan. "You know," she exclaimed loudly enough for Brandon to hear clearly on the phone, "Maybe he's just hungry..."

"Leave 'Princess Pampers' in the bedroom and go grab her din-din from the fridge," Heather taunted. The excitement in her voice and the fear in Brandon's face were both so obvious. I just knew this was going to be a blast! I pointed to Brandi and gave him a little pat on the head before strolling down the hallway. "Don't you dare move, sweetheart," I said with a smug smile.

I skipped down the hallway, buzzing with excitement. "What exactly am I looking for?" I asked eagerly. Heather just laughed and said, "oh, you'll know it when you see it." I shrugged and opened the fridge door. My eyes widened in delight, and I let out a little squeal. "No way! Girl, what is this?" I pointed to the four identical baby bottles on the top shelf.

"That's what Baby Brandi will be eating for dinner," Heather said, with a vicious laugh on the phone. The bottles were impossible to miss, each one with a hot pink cap shaped like a penis! The toys were at least three inches in length with prominent veins bulging from them. "Holy shit," I exclaimed in disbelief. "These are even bigger than his penis-paci!" Heather was cracking up. "Gotta give her some practice, right?!"

I grabbed one of the bottles and took a closer look. It was covered in a cutesy Disney Princess pattern, with silver glittery writing that caught my eye. I couldn't help but smirk as I saw it said "Daddy's Little Girl" and had a kiss print next to it! "These are just too perfect for your little sissy," I laughed as I talked to Heather. "I mean, we both know how obsessed she is with her Daddy Conner." she chuckled in agreement.

Heather practically jumped through the phone with excitement before I could ask her what was in the bottles. "Can you FaceTime me when you go back upstairs?" she eagerly asked, adding how feeding Brandi was her favorite part. I couldn't help but giggle at her excitement. "Should I warm it up for her first?" I asked. "Oh, no, no!" Heather replied in her sweet mommy voice. "It's better when it's cold. Makes her drink it slower. And that's more fun for us!"

"Okay then..." I chuckled, heading back to the bedroom. Brandi was quite the sight, dressed up in that cute onesie and choking on a penis-shaped pacifier. And let's not forget the vibrator attached to his tiny dick and the cum-filled diaper underneath him. Heather really knows how to break a man. "Time for dinner, Sissykins!" I sang out, connecting with Heather on FaceTime and placing the phone beside the bed.

I let out a wicked laugh as I removed the Hitachi wand from Brandon's sissy stick and pulled him closer to me, forcing his head onto my lap. With my hand covering my mouth in mock surprise, I cooed, "Oh my, look what I’ve got for you! Cuckysitter Lyndsey has your ‘yum yums’!" I pulled out a bottle from behind my back and taunted Brandi with it, pretending to be excited. "Are you hungry, sissy? Of course you are!" I held the bottle above his head, swirling its contents and sneering down at him. Poor sissy looked defeated and broken; she had long given up resisting. But this wasn't about making her submit anymore; it was all about having a little more fun and tormenting her as much as possible.

“Is my sissy girl ready for din-dins?” Heather's voice reached through the FaceTime call as I saw her sitting up in bed, with a sheet strategically wrapped around her chest and her hair in a sexy mess. "Girl, did you just finish round 3?!" I exclaimed in surprise. "Round 4, actually... he finally passed out," Heather replied, raising an eyebrow at me. Smirking, I glanced down at Brandi and teased, "Good luck ever getting her to see you as a real man again, Sissy!" Heather rolled her eyes and confidently reminded Brandi that he would only ever be just a sissy doll for us girls to play with. "What's in the bottle?" I finally asked, dying to be let in on the secret. "Well," Heather laughed, her eyes sparkling with delight. "It's a special formula."

Heather gave me a coy little smile and casually shrugged, "It's really just a liquid-only diet for Brandi. You know, little babies can't handle solid foods. And protein is essential for them to grow into big girls. Oh, and of course it's thick and creamy, but just a little salty..." She showed off a used condom in front of the camera, laughing as Brandon starred up at me in horror and humiliation.

"No freakin' way!" I squealed with excitement, almost leaping off the bed before putting Brandi's head back in my lap. Heather's grin spread across her face, very proud of herself. "She guzzles it all down, like, three times a day!" I was in disbelief, my jaw practically hitting the floor as I gazed down at the humiliated cum drinker in my lap. I turned to Heather with a shocked expression. "You can't be serious," I scoffed. "Oh, I am dead serious, sis," Heather laughed. "This is Conner's cum and that little cum slut drinks it!"

I held the bottle over Brandi's head and laughed. "Big cock, big loads I guess," I teased, swirling the contents of the bottle around again. "Look Brandi, this is what a real man's jizz looks like." Heather continued the humiliation quickly, adding in; "not like your little squrities little girl. Daddy Conner gets to shoot his real man loads inside of me, not sissy Pampers." I leaned my head in close, scolding Brandi through giggles; "You deserve this," I jeered. "You deserve to drink the cum of the man that is fucking your girlfriend. You're not a real man; you're not even an adult. "You're a diaper-wearing sissy little girl."

"Since Brandi's been acting so naughty lately," Heather giggled mischievously, "I have a special surprise for her. Look at how delicious your dinner looks, Sissy!" I dangled the bottle in front of Brandi's face as her ex-girlfriend spoke. "I've had these in the fridge for a week now. And they're extra thick, just for you. It's going to take you forever to suck all of them down!" I grabbed a handful of Sissy's hair and pulled her head back, using my elbow to steady her. "You'll be chugging all of this, Miss Pissy Pampers. All four bottles." BrandI'd eyes widened with fear and his cheeks burned red with embarrassment. 

Heather couldn't contain her moans as she watched her sissy be tormented in front of her. "Fuck, Lyndsey, this is so hot. Watching you dominate Brandi really gets me wet," she confessed. I couldn't help but grin, knowing I had an audience. "Well, sissy, looks like you have a new role in life. Misery suits you well, loser. And if your Mommy gets tired of using you for her own amusement, maybe she’ll give you to a real man and you'll be stuck in that pink chastity device for eternity, sucking dick. You're nothing but a living sex toy now, just there to please your mommy."

"Mmm, don’t stop..." Heather's voice grew deeper as her hands moved underneath the covers. I made a note to myself to research this femdom stuff - maybe Heather would take notice. "Oooh," I murmured silently, formulating wicked ideas to make Heather hot and torment the helpless sissy. "I want to watch Daddy Conner bounce you on his strong knee," I said with an evil smirk. "I want to see that little chastity cage flopping while a real man forces you to bounce in a dirty diaper with a big plug in your sissy bottom! What do you think, babes?" I turned and looked toward my phone. Heather was touching herself, moaning softly, her head thrown back in ecstasy. "I want to see you bounce up and down like a little baby, moaning behind your pacifier while you feel his strong manhood against your sissy pussy…”

Heather was right on the edge of orgasm. "Oh my god," she gasped, getting hotter. "Make him suffer," she commanded as she watched me grab the pacifier from Brandi's mouth. He resisted, struggling against my grip. "Come on, sissy," I teased. "I know how much you love having a cock in your mouth, but you're just too fussy. You must be hungry," I taunted as I covered his nose and waited for him to gasp for air. And when he did, I forcefully inserted the bottle into his mouth, squeezing it, pressing against his Adam's Apple, forcing him to swallow.

"Open wide," I taunted, "here comes Daddy..." I squeezed the base of the bottle and watched Brandon's eyes bulge. “Aww, sissy, you look hungry!" I could feel him resisting, squirming in my lap and attempting to block the cum flowing from the bottle with his tongue. "Oh no you don't, Brandi," I teased, massaging his throat with my hand. "Proper girls swallow, young lady!" He struggled for a moment longer and then swallowed, realizing he had no other option. "Good girl, you swallow all the jizz like the good little whore you are!"

Heather was moaning her head off, shaking visible. She finally came, all while Brandon was just getting started on that tasty cum. I took the bottle from him and shoved it back in his mouth over and over, making him suck on the cock-shaped tip. "Aww, look at you go," I taunted. "Sucking and swallowing like a pro." Heather, still recovering from her orgasm, licked her lips. "That was amazing!" I playfully winked at her and replied, "Oh, just wait until you get home. You can really show your gratitude there."

"Mmm, show my gratitude, huh?" Heather said with a seductive giggle. "What did you have in mind?" I playfully shrugged, a wicked smile spreading across my face. I squeezed the bottle again, forcing more of the thick liquid into the sissy's mouth. "Let's see how tired you are when you get home," I wink, causing Heather to giggle again. "I would love that. But that poor girl sissy, she'll have no choice but to watch. How terrible for her," Heather said with a mischievous grin. I pulled the bottle away and squeezed it gently, drizzling the cum onto Brandi's face. "Oops!" I laughed mockingly. Then, with a cruel smirk, I smeared the jizz onto his nose and lips. "There we go, now you look like a proper little cum whore, huh?" I taunted. "Now, let it dry on your face like a good girl. Stick your tongue out, sissy. Really work for Daddy's cum. Show me how badly you want it..."

As poor little Brandi tried to keep his long lost dignity, I made him swallow the load of some other dude who was fucking his girl. Heather and I just carried on our conversation like he wasn't even there. "It would be such a pity," I snickered, forcing more cum down his throat. "If Brandi had to watch his hot girlfriend, who won't even touch him, and her gorgeous friend gettin' it on." Heather chimed in, joining in on the teasing. "Maybe we should shower together. Sissy here would have to just stand outside and listen to us." 

"Aww," I pouted, "that's no fun. It would be even bitchier if we made him stand in the corner of the shower and watch while we played. Maybe he could even help us soap up and then we can clean each other off." Heather threw her head back and moaned, "Mmm, it has been quite a while since..." 

I held up a finger and wiggled my eyebrows playfully. "Shh, babe," I interrupted Heather, "let's not spoil the surprise for the sissy just yet!" Heather laughed. "We really are full of surprises, aren't we?" Heather told me even more about her endless fuck session as I finished feeding Brandi her bottle and then we said our goodbyes. "Maybe you'll find out what else the big girls have been up to," I wink down at her. "She does have a birthday coming up..." Heather teased mysteriously before hanging up.

As sissy laid in my lap, I gently stroked her head. "Oh, poor little thing," I said in my sweet baby talk. "Looks like someone's had too much to drink." I playfully shook the bottle over his face and smeared the excess on his lips. "But that's okay, every cum whore loves a good facial, right?" I placed the sissy back on the bed, rolling him over onto his stomach, and stood up. "Enjoy your little nap, sissy. Mommy will probably need you to clean her up when she gets home from her date with Daddy."

The end…for now.

[rainbowdaisy13]

That Portnoy guy also shows up often on the podcast with the two women who says Gaylors are disgusting delusional creatures. Taylor also had Chely defend the CNN article that called us invasive and disgusting after he wife praised it. Imagine the pull has if she got to do that - Love that Brandi at least said how ridiculous and homophobic that point of view is. But from that, I'm getting the message that Taylor wants to flag queer things without the talk getting loud about it. She wants gaylors to see it but not talk about it.

That’s been my subconscious conclusion since Lover came and went & Miss Americana was a nothing burger with one whispered gay pride sentence at the end that 98% of fans totally ignored

She gave so many signs and then pretended the signs didnt exist. Talk about manipulation on the grandest scale WHEW BOY

THE EMPERORS NEW CLOTHES as a lifestyle

[catindabag]

TBOSAS on Crack short take (54)

Lucy Gray: Wovey, sweetie, not to sound weird, but how do you address ✨The Amazing Lucy Gray✨ again?

Wovey: The Annoying Birdy from 12!

Lucy Gray: The what?! Who told you to call me that?!

Wovey: Bread Boy Pablo.

Panlo: Ha! That’s what you get for stealing my hair curlers, Baird!

Lucy Gray: I needed those hair curlers to look pretty on TV, Pablo!

Panlo: It’s Panlo! And my Mentor gave them to me as a gift!

Lucy Gray: Your Gaius Brat can suck a di-

Circ: Yo! What about Circ with the quirk, Wovey?

Wovey: Mr. Smarty Pants.

Circ: I can live with that.

Teslee: And me?

Wovey: Curly Tops.

Teslee: Okay.😞

Hy: How about Hy?😀

Wovey: Who are you again?

Hy: Nevermind.

Sol: And Sol?

Wovey: Never heard of her.

Sol: But-

Mizzen: How about me, Wovey?

Wovey: You’re ✨The Gremlin✨.

Mizzen: Eh. Could be worse.

Coral: And me?

Wovey: You’re the angry babysitter.

Coral: That checks out.

Jessup: How about me?

Wovey: You’re Mr. Baby Blue Suit.

Jessup: But my suit isn’t even-

Treech: Me next!

Wovey: Lumberjack.

Treech: Nice!

Lamina: And me?

Wovey: Salty Tears.

Lamina: Wovey, why?!😭

Sheaf: How about me, sweetie?

Wovey: Sheaf the Chief.

Sheaf: Wow. Andie was right!

Tanner: How about your big bro Tanner?

Wovey: Mr. One Eyed Joe.

Tanner: Did Treech taught you that?!

Brandy: *is on top of a tree* It was I! Brandy Sharp Candy! *evil laughs*

Tanner: Get down from there, you mangy little shi-

Brandy: Never!!

Dill: How about me, Wovey?😀

Wovey: Shorty.

Dill: That doesn’t make sense. I’m taller than you.

Wovey: Reaper gave me a gumdrop to call you that.

Reaper: Dill, I-

Dill: Reaper, you lying traitor!

Bobbin: How about me, partner?

Wovey: Bobby Corn Poppy.

Bobbin: Curse you Juno Phipps!😫

Juno: Yo, how’s life, peasants?😌💅

Bobbin: What the heck?! How did you guys get inside our enclosure without us noticing again?!

Apollo: We paid the Peacekeepers to let us in again.😀

Hilarius: Hi, Wovey!

Wovey: Hi, Mr. Rich Clown!

Lucy Gray: Hi, Coryo!

Coryo: Hi, Birdy.

Mizzen: Where’s the food?!

Coryo: Oh, that’s right! We brought you guys 20 boxes of the Capitol’s best spinach puffs and 24 bags of their signature cream cheese bacon today.

Lucy Gray: Nice!

Tanner: Can’t wait to try that!

Mizzen: Blondie, hurry! Toss those spinach puffs to me!

Coryo: Wait-

Mizzen: Feed me and only me, Snow Bae! Feed me and only me!!

Sejanus: Yo, back off, gremlin! Coryo’s my Snow Bae! Not yours!

Mizzen: *hisses like a cat* Be gone, you evil rock merchant!

Sejanus: I’m not a rock merchant!

Coryo: Calm down, Mizzen. These spinach puffs are for everyone-

Mizzen: I am everyone!

Coryo: No, you’re not.

Mizzen: I am the Bacon King!

Coral: Treech, get the ropes before the gremlin eats our food again!

Treech: For the last time, Coral, I’m not your servant!

Marcus: Is it lunch time already?

Sejanus: Hi, Marcus! My Ma made this delicious pie just for you!☺️

Marcus: Ugh. My giant headache’s back again.😩

Sejanus: But-

Marcus: Marcus is too busy nursing his headache, Plinth!

Sejanus: But do you still want my Ma’s homemade pie?🥺

Marcus: No!

Sejanus: But- Coryo, help me!😭

Coryo: Marcus, do you want me to leave you my boyfriend’s mother’s blueberry pie before we leave?

Marcus: Obviously.🙄

Ginnee: Hi, Moonshine!

Diana: Hi, Gin!

Ginnee: Diana, did you bring the thing?

Diana: What thing?

Gunner: The “thing” that I told you to secretly smuggle yesterday.

Diana: Yup! As promised by the moon goddess, I brought you one of Gaius Breen’s spicy banned books that you really wanted to read-

Ginnee: Shhhhh! Don’t say that out loud, girl!

Otto: Say what, Ginnee?😒

Apollo: Otto, buddy, I thought you knew?

Otto: Knew what?

Apollo: That dear Ginnee requested my lovely twin sister to bring her a very spicy banned book to read.

Otto: What spicy banned book?

Apollo: 50 Shades of Gray.

Diana: Yeah, that’s true.

Ginnee: Lies! All I can hear are lies!

Diana: And she also wanted me to bring her an official copy of the Twilight Saga.

Ginnee: Otto, I can explain!😭

Lucy Gray: Yo, is the 50 Shades of Gray all about me?

Coral: Everything’s not about you, Baird!

Lucy Gray: That’s incorrect.

Otto: Ginnee.

Ginnee: Yes?

Otto: Your taste in books is trash.

Ginnee: I know!😭

[makethatelevenrings]

Somewhere Only We Know - FOUR

Chapter Warning: swearing, spoilers for 2x03, mediocre writing

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“Fucking hell,” you grunted as you tried to balance a camera bag, your work bag, and the box of treats in your hand while simultaneously attempting to lock your car door. Glancing over your shoulder, you realized with dismay that after succeeding at this, you would somehow have to open the door to the training facility.

“Oi, babes, let me get that for you,” Keeley, your hero and savior, called. She exited her own car and took the large box out of your hands which considerably lightened the load on your arms.

“Y’know, if you needed me to kill someone, I would do it without question,” you gasped out as you finally locked the door to your car. She grinned and bumped her shoulder against yours.

“Good to know. I’ll keep that in mind. What’s today’s treat?”

“Blueberry and strawberry muffins. Blue and red, like Richmond’s colors.”

“Fucking brilliant. Have I told you that yet? You’re fucking brilliant.”

“You’re just trying to butter me up for more sweets.”

Keeley batted her lashes at you and shrugged. “I might be, but I’m not lying. I wouldn’t be opposed to some brandy snaps if you ever make those.”

You chuckled. “I’ll keep it in mind.”

Keeley led the way to the locker rooms through the maze of halls. The blonde announced herself with a loud “knock, knock” before she pushed her way in. You set your camera bag and work bag down so you could take the box and free up her hands.

“Sam, I think I have something you might want to see,” Keeley exclaimed. “You want to look at your photos from the Dubai Air shoot?”

He had taken the photos a few weeks ago and they had the edits done in no time, giving you and Keeley a chance to come up with a few ideas on how to promote it.

“Ooo, yes please. I am very nervous, but also very excited. That’s similar to whenever Colin drives me anywhere in his Lamborghini.”

“Ah, it’s true. It’s way too much car for me,” Colin agreed. Having witnessed him trying to back out of a parking space yesterday, you knew it to be true. The boys gathered around to look at the photo and, of course, they all started ribbing him. In the short time you worked here, you quickly learned that these boys cared deeply for one another but didn’t hesitate to tease them endlessly. Despite the fact that you were still unsure about your place at AFC Richmond, you were warming up to them and, in turn, added onto the teasing when you had the chance.

“Sam, how does it feel to be the new face of teenage vandalism?”

“It’s remarkable. I feel honored,” he jested in earnest.

“Bro, why are you wearing your kit on the plane?” Bumbercatch added.

“It’s the only way they know he’s a footballer.” Jamie Tartt’s insufferable voice piped up above the crowd. Every head turned towards him, including yours. From what Colin had told you, Jamie hadn’t been the kindest guy in the locker room and it certainly seemed as though he had it out for Sam. Probably because Sam was a damn good player and Jamie was, well, an insecure twat.

His face fell and he recognized that his joke didn’t land. It’s hard to land a joke if all you were known for was cruelty. Hefting up the box in your hand, you lifted the lid to display the muffins inside to the boys.

“A little Richmond treat,” you announced before slamming the lid down before Jan Maas could grab one. “That you will receive after practice because there is no way in hell I’m being blamed for you all puking on the pitch.”

“But…” Bumbercatch whined.

“No.” You were firm but your eyes glinted with humor. “If you puke, you owe me a hundred. Do you want to be indebted to me?”

“No, ma’am,” they mumbled and began to disperse. You headed into the office to give Beard a muffin and to also store the box away until after practice. Keeley instructed the boys on joining Bantr as you placed a muffin on his desk.

“Your blueberry muffin,” you announced.

“I could kill a man for your food,” he replied, practically pouncing on the treat.

“I’m…not sure if that’s a joke or not.” But you thanked him nonetheless and tucked your box into the hiding place Beard made for you with the promise that he got first dibs. You walked back out into the locker room just in time to see Jamie fucking Tartt standing up and opening his big mouth. Oh, this had to be good. You leaned against the doorframe to the office and watched him put his proverbial foot in his mouth.

“I know I wasn’t the greatest teammate. I did some shitty things. I said some shitty things. But I want each and every one of you to know that I’m truly sorry and I’m ready to do whatever it takes to make it up to ya. Yeah?.” Was this some kind of Twilight Zone? Or was Jamie Tartt actually apologizing for his behavior?

Silence met his declaration and you almost started to feel bad for the guy when Colin piped up.

“You called me a jaundiced worm.”

“Right, yeah. I’m sorry about that, Colin.”

“In a profile for my hometown paper.” You held back the snort of laughter that threatened to escape you. Sure, Colin was probably the closest friend you’ve made on the team next to Keeley, but jaundiced worm was kind of funny.

“You hit on my mum,” Bumbercatch interjected. “In front of my dad.”

“I apologize for that, Bumbercatch. Please tell your father I’m sorry. And give Janice me best, yeah?”

You muffled your laugh into your hand and turned so your back was to the team. Christ, that was funny as hell. The room descended into shouts, both French and English, as everyone tore into Jamie. Hell, you did start to feel bad for the guy. But he asked for this.

Ted directed the team to go outside for practice and you pushed off the wall, intent on following so you could get some good shots for the various social media platforms. Grabbing your bags, you sidled up next to Colin.

“A jaundiced worm?” you choked out through a laugh. “I’m sorry. It’s not funny. It’s a creative insult, though.”

“My da thought it was next to the funniest thing he’s heard since Thatcher croaked,” he complained.

You patted his shoulder. “Don’t worry, if you were a worm, I’d still be your friend.”

A sniffle from behind you drew your attention to Dani who wiped a tear away. “That was a beautiful thing to say.”

That set off another round of laughter but this time Colin joined in. At least you were able to make him laugh after all the chaos. Practice wasn’t bitterly cold this week, but you were still bundled up in a jacket, gloves, and a Richmond beanie. You wished bitterly that you had a hot coffee or tea right now, but you knew they would be waiting for you back in your office. Fumbling with your camera, you tried to keep your fingers from growing stiff from the cold. Your focus was on the screen in front of you to see if you had enough photos from today so you could go inside.

That’s when you heard someone shout your name.

Your head snapped up just in time to see a ball flying towards you. With a yelp, you ducked and it slammed into the wall behind you before bouncing back and hitting your legs. It stung but it wasn’t as bad as a direct hit.

“Are you alright?” Sam exclaimed as he jogged over. You scooped up the ball and tossed it towards him. He caught it easily, but didn’t leave. This team was full of softies.

“I’m fine, Sam. Truly. I guess that’s a sign I should head in and start editing these.” You lifted your camera with a shrug and then bent down to pick up your bags. Before you straightened up, another voice joined Sam’s.

“I am so, so sorry,” Jamie Tartt apologized. “The ball just got away from me and I put too much power behind it and-”

“It’s not a big deal. No harm, no foul, right? I’m fine. Seriously.”

Sam shot Jamie a dirty look but you didn’t want that. You didn’t want the boys blaming Jamie for a genuine accident. You knew that standing on the edge of the pitch was always a risk. And you hadn’t been paying attention. That was your fault, not his.

“Go practice before Nate blows his whistle,” you said. Maybe you could go get some work done at the cafe Keeley introduced you to. That would get you away from the prying eyes and constant questions. As much as you appreciated working at Richmond, you weren’t the kind of person who would delve their entire being into their work. Everyone here seemed intent on being close-knit and connected. You were just the girl that posted shit on Twitter.

Keeley approved your idea of working at the cafe and reminded you that you didn’t need to constantly update her on your whereabouts. She was a very chill boss and if you kept delivering quality content, she really didn’t care where you got your work done. That found you at a small table tucked into the corner with your laptop in front of you and a half-drunk vanilla latte clasped between your hands. Steam curled off the top of the mug and you inhaled it, drunk on the heady scent of coffee and the warmth it provided.

You were so engrossed in your work that the plate being laid in front of you made you nearly jump out of your skin. Heather, one of the baristas, grinned at your surprise but apologized.

“I didn’t order this,” you protested.

“I know,” she retorted and jabbed her thumb over her shoulder. “He did.”

Jamie Tartt stood at the counter with a to-go cup dangling in his hands and a sheepish smile on his lips. He had some stupid baseball cap on his head that proclaimed him as an ICON and his flashy clothes made you roll your eyes but you gestured for him to join you.

“I just wanted to apologize for almost hitting ya,” he explained. “And I figured you like pastries and stuff so…yeah.”

“Sit down if you’d like,” you offered. He fidgeted for a moment before accepting your offer and sitting across from you. “I’ve been meaning to set up a meeting with you, to be honest.”

“With me? What’d I do? Don’t tell me the jacuzzi pictures are back.”

You suppressed the urge to roll your eyes once more and sighed. “No, I meet with everyone to discuss their social media presence, goals, and management they might work with. It’s to make sure I can cater to you all while building a steady presence.”

He sat back, his eyebrows raised, and nodded. “That…is smart. I’ve got a manager but, I don’t know, I’m not really sure he’s helping me.”

“Is he the one that convinced you to do a reality show?” You hid the disdain over that choice well because he clearly didn’t notice.

“Nah, that was all me. I won’t be doing that again, by the way. I don’t really have any goals, yeah? Nothing for the socials, that is. I should but…” He shrugged. “Gotta figure out what I’m doing with the team first.”

The day’s events flashed through your mind, from him being absolutely demolished in the locker room to the boys ignoring him on the pitch. Jamie looked genuinely defeated by today. His shoulders curved in, giving him the appearance of a boy protecting himself against the world. Something told you that it was a familiar position for him to be in.

“Have you ever considered that the team needs to see you be part of them rather than just hear apologies and see no change?” As you spoke, you unwrapped the muffin and cut it in half before putting one half on the wrapper and placing it in front of you and pushing the plate with the other half in front of him. Jamie opened his mouth to refuse, but you merely raised an eyebrow. He gratefully broke off a piece and ate it, chewing on the sweet as though he was chewing on your words.

“I dunno. I don’t think they’ll ever see me as anything but the twat I was.”

“Then make them see.”

Doubt painted his features, but you weren’t going to entertain his insecurities right now. Instead, you flipped your laptop around and showed him the photo you were editing. “Got any caption ideas for this?”

The two of you sat in the small cafe for nearly three hours, drawing up ideas for posts and analyzing pictures. Jamie was a genuinely funny person when he wasn’t insulting someone and you found yourself laughing at his quips more than you expected.

By the time you realized the sun had set, it was well past the time you normally get home. “Shit, I better get home. I need to prepare stuff for my other job.”

Jamie silently stood as you packed up all your stuff. You expected him to just say his goodbyes and leave you there, but he surprised you once more. He carried the dishes up to the counter and then doubled back to help carry your camera bag and laptop case, leaving you with just your purse.

“It’s dark. I’ll walk you to your car,” he explained.

“Thank you.” He acknowledged your thanks with a dip of his chin and then followed you outside into the cold winter air. You really needed to pull out your bigger coat because it was just going to get colder. Your teeth were chattering by the time you reached your car parked on the street. Jamie stowed your bags in the passenger seat and then he stepped back from your car and shoved his hands in the pockets of his hoodie.

“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said. You couldn’t stop the small smile from slipping across your lips.

“Yeah. Have a good night, Jamie.”

He waited until you were in the driver's seat before he walked off in search of his own vehicle. Cranking the heat on high, you took a moment to relax back against the soft fabric of your car seat and exhale a deep breath.

Maybe Jamie Tartt wasn’t the twat you thought he was.

Maybe, just maybe, you should practice what you preach and give him a chance to show you that he’s changed.

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Hypnovember Day 9: Mindless Love Story

Teresa felt bad about the boy. She had tried to ghost him three different times, but he just kept coming back. First, it was showing up at the bar where they’d first met, then at the Carpenter estate asking Mina if she was home like he was a sixteen year old boy. It was kind of cute. Teresa didn’t have the heart to tell him what she was doing out every night, why Mina even let her live in the apartment upstairs. Not that the boy asked. It all seemed like a perfectly normal arrangement to him.

Mina teased in her own way, but she reminded Teresa of her duties. “You can have fun,” she said. “But don’t forget your commitment to me.”

“Of course, Mistress,” Teresa said. “The boy means nothing to me.”

The boy’s name was Tanner. Teresa confronted him the next day on campus as he exited the engineering building.

“I need you to leave me alone,” she said.

Tanner just smiled, projecting the kind of baseless white confidence that only a boy named Tanner can have.

“Just one date,” he said. “One date, and if you don’t want to see me again after, I’ll leave you alone forever.”

“I already don’t want to see you again!” she shot back. “I’ve dated enough boys who don’t respect the word ‘no.’”

“Come on,” Tanner laughed. “I just like you. And I think you like me too. Explain to me how you knew where I was, huh? Ms. Carpenter give you my schedule?”

Teresa blushed. It was dumb logic, but as annoying and problematic as he was, it still kind of charmed her. Looking back on it now, Teresa could see that she was less interested in Tanner as a person than as an idea. She’d been living on a vampire’s schedule for so long that she never had time to meet anybody outside of the women she brought back to the Carpenter estate, and by the time Mina was through with them, they were hardly worth knowing. It was nice to feel wanted by somebody who wasn’t a brainwashed thrall.

Teresa didn’t have to use her powers on Tanner to be completely irresistible to him. It was the mystery of her that drew him in: the quiet woman with the subtle Italian accent who lived with Ms. Carpenter in that empty mansion, who sat in the corner booth every night with a brandy waiting for someone to approach her. She never had to do the work, they always came to her. Gorgeous women floating across the bar to settle into the seat next to her.

Tanner didn’t know that the secret was in Teresa’s eyes, an ability inherited from Mina. Teresa had been working a tall brunette across the room when Tanner sat down, breaking her concentration.

“You know, I’ve been in here almost every night for the last two weeks,” Tanner said. “And I have to know how you get all these women to come home with you. Come on, babe, what am I doing wrong?”

It was the first time Teresa blushed at him.

“I’m not a lesbian,” she said flatly.

That was really all the opening Tanner needed. That cocky smile crossed his lips as he asked, “So maybe you’d want to take me home tonight?”

After that it was impossible for Teresa to hunt at that bar, not with Tanner lurking. That was how she convinced herself to finally go out with him. One date and maybe he'd go away. One date and she could return to the hunt.

She would never admit it out loud, but the date wasn’t awful. To Tanner’s credit, he didn’t take her back to the bar like she had expected. Instead, they went to Gremlins, the fried chicken joint across the street from the campus Barnes and Noble. After they were finished, Tanner offered to take her on a tour of campus, showing off all of his favorite sights along the way. Teresa thought it sounded silly. She lived near campus and had stalked through it two dozen times on hunts. But Tanner had a way of making it all seem new to her.

“So you’re not a student,” he said. “You’re not a professor, and you’re not from Romero…so what are you doing here?”

“I work for Mina,” Teresa said.

“Right,” Tanner replied. “But I guess, I mean, how did you end up here?”

She had to think about that for a minute, choosing her words carefully. “I came to America chasing something,” she said slowly. “And I found it here in Romero.”

Tanner laughed. “I can’t imagine what you’d find here.”

“You’re so cocky,” Teresa scoffed. “But you honestly have no idea the kinds of secrets this town is hiding.”

“Maybe not,” Tanner replied. “But I can tell it’s not making you happy, whatever you found here.”

Teresa stopped, then placed her hand over Tanner’s heart. She could feel the energy flowing through his body, his arousal growing with his intrigue. It suddenly occurred to her that she could deliver this boy to Mina if she wanted to. Mina preferred women, but Teresa had seen her feed on men when the situation called for it. She imagined Tanner hollowed out into a mindless husk, another thrall cursed to serve Mina for eternity. That thought aroused her. The realization that she could destroy him if she wanted, but could also choose not to. How long had it been since she'd had a choice?

Teresa hushed Tanner as she sneaked him into the estate, stressing just how much Mina hated unwelcome guests. Tanner puffed his chest out, readying a speech about America and free will, but Teresa shut it down until they were safely upstairs in her room. 

“Quietly,” she whispered before she dropped Tanner onto the bed, then climbed on top, sinking down onto his cock. Slowly, passionately she rode him through stifled moans in the darkness of her room, her large tits rocking with her hips. When they were finished, Tanner thanked her, and Teresa couldn’t help but laugh. She was still in disbelief about the whole night.

Teresa didn’t waste much time sneaking Tanner back out. When she returned inside she found Mina standing at the top of the stairs in the foyer. She was smiling wickedly.

“Good evening, Mistress,” Teresa dropped her head.

Mina began to descend the stairs. “No catch tonight?” she asked. When Teresa didn’t immediately reply she added, “It’s alright. I went to Marjorie’s. It’s been a while since I fed from Sonya. She was absolutely aching for me.”

“I’m sorry, Mistress,” Teresa finally spoke up when Mina reached the bottom of the stairs. “I was going to go hunting but…”

“You had a date, right? With the boy.” Mina leaned in so that her lips grazed Teresa’s ear. She whispered, “I felt it when he came inside of you.”

Teresa exhaled on contact, her mind sinking under Mina’s power. She couldn’t control herself. She couldn’t overcome the grip that Mina had on her mind.

When Tanner reentered the estate, he found Mina and Teresa naked, their clothes discarded on the stairs. Teresa was on her knees before Mina, almost as if in worship. All he wanted was to get Teresa’s number so he wouldn’t have to keep coming back to this creepy place. 

“Um…” Tanner swallowed. “Hi.”

“Hello,” Mina smiled.

The last thing Tanner saw before he submitted to Mina were those yellow eyes pulling him deeper into the estate. Teresa rose to her feet to face him, her white eyes showing little recognition but the desire to obey any command that Mina gave her.

Somewhere inside, Teresa really did feel bad about the boy.