#bro got nearly castrated

[renonv]

Thank Gnome it’s Friday

my personal treats ❤️

[queencherryberry]

All I’ll say about this chapter is chapter 5 will be a continuation of this.

Gif made by @toe-bro

Warnings: dom!reader, sub!cody, breeding kink, marking kink, mentions of a different character being pregnant, dick sucking, plan b mentions

Chapter 4 of Brothers Best Friend

Cody went to the store while you stayed home and slept. He browsed through the isles looking for the condoms and plan b. Suddenly he spotted someone familiar. Your brother. Randy was in the same isle Cody was looking for. Cody swallowed harshly and quickly thought of a cover story. He pulled out his phone to make it believable. He quietly walked up next to Randy and cautiously grabbed the plan b and began looking for the type of condoms he usually uses. “Rhodes, What, and I can’t stress this enough, the fuck are you doing here?” Randy nearly screamed seeing Cody out of the corner of his eye. Randy nearly dropped the pregnancy test he was reading. “Tinder date. I told your sister I’d be gone for a couple of hours. Some new college freshmen overheard where to get her back blown out so someone gave her my number.” Cody hoped Randy would believe his lie. Randy sighed and looked around. “Bet it’s just some whore who wants her guts rearranged and is going to dip faster than you can or she’ll get emotionally attached and won’t leave you alone or worse…she’ll force you to knock her up…” Randy said in a snarky tone. He said it almost as if he was talking about himself. “What? Kim is pregnant or something?” Cody joked.

“I’m not sure…she went to give me head and started throwing up everywhere. She’s never done that. And she swears up and down that she’s on the pill. I swear to god if she’s been lying. God I’d be so pissed if y/n pulled a stunt like Kim did. Hell I’d chop off that damn Samoan kids balls if he even dared to pull some shit like that to her.” He paused. “I’d be even more pissed if he just dumped a load into her and dipped. Fucking dudes not worth shit to her. He treats her like shit and constantly cheats on her. She’s just too blind to see it.” Randy snarked. Cody gulped at Randy’s words. “Right…um it was nice talking but I can’t make my date wait any longer than she already is. Bye Randy.” Cody quickly ran off to check out and head back home. He thought for sure he’d be a dead man if Randy learned what he and you did.

Once home he went back up his room where he found you sleeping. He set the stuff in his bedside drawer and covered you with your blanket. He laid down and pulled you close. He kissed the back of your head and then went to sleep himself.

In the morning you woke to sound of your alarm going off at 7:30 am. You hit snooze. Not even two minutes later you were woken by the smell of breakfast. You got up and shuffled towards the smell. You stopped at the kitchen island where your plate was already waiting. Cody handed you a cup of coffee to drink with your food. He looked like he had been up for a while. He was in his gym clothes and you couldn’t help but wonder what he looked like lifting weights. Maybe he went for a run? “Eat up princess, we still have to swing by your place so you can grab your books and stuff.” He said drinking his own coffee. “Also, despite that I’ve known your brother for years, he scares me. I ran into him at the store last night…” He started. “He may or may not have gotten Kim knocked up. I saw him buying her a pregnancy test kit. I said I was there buying for a tinder date. He then started rambling about how he was going to castrate Jey if Jey ever knocked you up. He then said he’d take Jey’s balls and shove them down his throat if Jey ever just dumped into you and dipped. Frankly, your brother is not one to fucked with. How you manage to stand toe to toe with him in a screaming match is actually pretty hot.” He basically rambled on. He paused to take a drink of his coffee avoiding eye contact with you after admitting that last part.

“Hey, momma may have raised a bitch, but she didn’t raise a bitch. Sometimes I scream at Randal to assert dominance before he puts me in a headlock.” You retorted. You finished eating and drinking your coffee. You looked over at Cody and noticed his face a light shade of red. “You good? Your face is a little red?” You asked him. Cody snapped from his thoughts and nodded. “Yeah…uh…I-is this coffee too hot or something?” He tried looking her in the face without picturing her naked. He tried subtly pushing his raging boner down in his shorts. It was too early in the morning to be this horny. As she talked to him his boner got worse and he started losing focus. “Hey, Codes, are you sure you’re okay? Your face is completely red?” You asked getting up to put your cup and plate in the sink. You walked over to him to give him a hug but he stopped you from coming any closer. He kept his back to you so you wouldn’t see his boner. Although he wished you could help him relieve it before you went to school. You fought to hug him anyway. You were just being playful by being handsy until you realized his situation was real. “Oh? Oh? Oh! What’s got you so riled up this morning? That looks painful and like you need help.” You said into his ear reaching up on your tippy toes. One of your hands made their way into his shorts and stroked him slowly. He moaned at your touch. He hoped this was just his mind wandering off but he also hoped it was real. Mentally he has his fingers crossed that you’d get on your knees and blow him.

So now you found yourself on your knees in the kitchen helping Cody with his problem. The sounds he made each time you ran your tongue up his shaft made you smile. You attacked his head with your tongue skillfully and gave it a couple bobs before going back to deep throating him. Your nails dug into his thighs and his head started spinning. He grabbed a fistful of hair and started fucking your mouth. You gagged at first but eventually you took his whole length in your mouth. You liked the way he was grabbing your hair and moaned on his dick. He picked up his pace and pulled your hair more. Cody about came right then and there as you massaged his balls. Cody let out the most pathetic whimper you have ever heard and it made you wet. You saw your opportunity and took it. You grabbed his hands from your hair and slowly pulled your mouth off his dick. A trail of precum and spit hung from his head to your bottom lip. You gave it one last lick before standing up. Cody was a panting mess as he looked at you confused and then understood where this was headed. She grabbed his wrist and practically dragged him to the bedroom.

Once there you pushed him onto the bed and started to strip. He stripped as well. You grabbed his face and started kissing him furiously. He moaned under your touch and wrapped his arms around your back and waist practically pulling you on top. “1. I’m skipping school today. 2. Who said you can touch me? Last I checked I’m the one in control today. If I would’ve known that you can make sounds like that, I would’ve left jey a long time ago.” You said after pulling back from the kiss. You grabbed his face with one hand and stared into his eyes. She shoved him back into the mattress. “Go grab your handcuffs and put on a condom. And if you’re a good boy, later, I just might let you do it raw again.” You commanded and ended with a treat. Cody got up and did as he was told. By now his dick was throbbing harshly wanting to be emptied. He gave you his cuffs and opened the box he bought last night. He laid on his back for you to do whatever to him. You cuffed his hands above his head to the headboard where he had yours yesterday. You sat back and smiled. You then sank down onto his dick and began riding him. To make him squirm you spelled his name with your hips. Cody threw his head back into his pillows, moaning. With each bouncing motion you made he let out a corresponding sound of pleasure. You wrapped a hand around his throat and started whispering all the dirty things you were going to do to him. As a reaction he bucked his hips up into you hitting your cervix. You moaned in response. You started riding him faster. You bent down and bit his neck leaving a huge hickey. You moved over to the other side of his neck and bit down on his neck tattoo. He groaned with his eyes nearly rolling back. Your pace got harsh and you could feel both your orgasms getting closer. You quickly pulled off him only to sink back down in reverse cowgirl and began picking your pace back up. You were moaning too cause Cody was hitting your g spot at this angle every time you rocked back and forth. You came first and hard. Your walls clenched around his dick and your back arched. Cody made the most pathetic sound you heard as he came hard hitting his orgasm. His legs went straight and then his toes curled as he saw white and stars. He just hoped the condom didn’t break with the force of his orgasm.

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[lyneytricks]

POETRY??!?>?!>!? bro ily . i'm gonna cry real tears fr. bitches who hate purple prose can kiss my ass. "purple prose takes away from the writi--" i'm gonna take away ur cock. castration. wimps !!!!!!!!!!!!

btw: yolo (i say yolo out loud. yolo is a staple in my everyday vocabulary.)

NO DONT CRY PLS ILY (i would too. me when i haven't written in months :P)

PURPLE PROSE IS ABSOLUTELY INSANE ITS SO GOOD. ME WHEN THE WRITER TAKES AN ENTIRE PARAGRAPH TO DESCRIBE AN ACTION !!!! YES PLEASE !!!!!

i said yolo the other day and i got nearly crucified. JAJAJ

[random-nimona-fan-stuff]

idk where this came from, but have some smut drabble.

tw: Todd, classism, nsfw, dick-measuring contest, invasion of privacy

It was pretty late by time Todd strolled into the Institute showers. Cadets weren’t technically allowed in the Knight’s Baths, but he was nearly a Knight himself and no one would dare turn away a Sureblade. He took a moment to pucker his lips at a mirror, admiring his physique, before setting down his bath tote. As he sorted through bottles and brushes, he realized he could hear water running.

Well of course Todd, he was in a bathroom, where there was water and stuff. He was so smart. Todd Rules! He peeked down the row of shower stalls. The privacy shield was only active on the last stall, obscuring from calf to crown. The Institute claimed it was to prevent sharing showers and other such activities among the cadets. He heard a splash and caught a glimpse of dark calves and pale soles.

He shrugged and was going to turn back to his stuff, but then he heard a muffled moan. Todd’s eyes shot open, his brain reaching for straws until something connected.

Was that – sex? Whoa!

Todd had never seen or heard sex before. Sure, he’d instigated plenty dick measuring contests in the student barracks – had some crazy results once people started taking their hormones as they got older too. He’d always made sure he was biggest and first until they finally saw GoldenGroin’s contribution to the cadet Hall of BDE Fame. Sure, he’d jacked off plenty, even in the showers, to deepfakes of Ballister. He’d seen videos on the internet, really, who hadn’t? But he hadn’t seen it, or heard it, in real life.

Todd’s mouth turned up in a nasty grin as he realized the only cadet who didn’t shower immediately after class let out was his favourite punching bag– Ballister. He knew the little shit was just avoiding his mandatory entry to the hazing dick measurement contest out of shame. And now he was jerking it in the shower, and Todd grinned with a half thought out idea to interrupt and finally see what little junk the peasant must be hiding between his legs.

“Hey Ballister! Finally washing off that street rat stink?” he called down the hall, strolling towards his victim. He hadn’t got the commoner to submit to the yearly dick measurement contest, even when his bro Goldenloin had finally joined in the juvenile games. There was a strangled noise in response.

“Make sure to get between those hairy cheeks too, you gross fcking peasant. Won’t matter anyway – you’re just wasting your time, stinking up the place. You know they’ll never knight you,” Todd taunted, reaching for the privacy shield.

Ballister’s plump, round asscheeks held his mortified gaze first. The peasant cadet knelt on the shower floor, his muscled arms tightly clutching the golden thighs wrapped around his head. Those tan legs over the street rat’s shoulders were connected to the hip bone, connected to the spine bone – connected to one Golden Boy pinned to the shower wall with his golden loins swallowed to the hilt in the commoner’s stretched mouth. Water splashed over them, Ambrosius’ wet blonde hair thrown back as he stuffed a fist in his mouth to keep quiet.

Todd dropped his eyes and they nearly popped out. Hanging flaccid between Ballister’s legs was a monster dong . Todd couldn’t stop staring at it, watching as a dribble of spunk dripped to the tiles from the swole head. He swore the massive brown cock was touching the floor as the peasant knelt between Ambrosius’ legs, deep-throating the most noble dick in the realm. Todd looked up again with his face on fire, and met Goldenloin’s furious glare. Caught. He was gonna die he was gonnadiegonnadie-

GET THE FCK OUT, LEAVE NOW! Goldenloin mouthed at him, lips twisted in a snarl. GET THE FCK OUT NOW OR I WILL FCKING CASTRATE KILL YOU WHEN I COME FOR YOU.

Todd stumbled backwards from the Golden Glare, and fled. Goldenloin would be coming for him for this one, and he wasn’t sure he was going to survive this time.

[schizo-spoon-blog]

Spoonbender Society: Selected Schizoepistles

FW: FW: FW: FW: FW: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE:

We Live In A Society

People say we live in a democracy/democratic republic, a form of government intended to amplify what people think and address problems they find to be important. But it doesn’t ever seem to function that way.

The issue is in voter suppression, but as always not in the way people generally think voter suppression works. The issue is psychic, spiritual, and social suppression of citizens. Systemic over-development of senses of rationalization, neuroticism and anxiety, industrially incentivized narcissism.

People develop a deathly fear of what others think, or may think, or what they may have thought about them or what they think, what they may think, or what they may have thought.

A democracy where we’d rather not hear what other people have to say, because we find their thoughts offensive and retarded. That’s one thing people are happy to share. But because we suspect that there are so many offensive retards in the world, we fear... "Perhaps I’m a retard too?" You wonder that even for just a second in your life, if you have a soul. It’s OK to be a retard really, but you’ll never believe that it’s OK, and that's probably What Your Fucking Problem Is.

The opinions of us purported non-retards, to avoid sounding like complete retards, end up soft, ambivalent and stale, phrased like True Neutral Orgasm in Ego-Death Nirvana, but less Chad, less gratifying, and nobody cums. To not be reminded of the possibility of our own retardation, we like to pretend that if the retards just shut up and nobody can hear them, they go away. If they are Physically Removed from our presence, their evil thoughts and their malicious intentions will go away with them. We win. But they don’t. They never do.

We always fail to Psychically Remove them. We lose.

We can hypothesize a law of conservation of hatred, correlate one too of love, but the truth is banal. How can it be in light of our timeline? Why are these Hate Groups all over the place? Hitler’s corpse is rotting or burned to a crisp, or embalmed in a tomb or made a toilet for Some Rich Dude ((parenthetical removed)). (Or was he cloned?)

Great Fatherland Germany - defeated by the "untermensch" and partitioned like a cheese between rats. That Great "Faustian" and "Supreme" "Aryan" Race is subjugated by the hated "Juden" and all the "vermin" of the world, humiliated, castrated to be reunited a shadow of its former self. Yet the Nazi threat is omnipresent nearly a century later, in an era which may be an alien planet to those who lived in Hitler’s time.

How is it that the Great Allies, our fathers and grandfathers, achieved such total victory over so loathsome a foe, so unsympathetic and vile, only to see his Evil infect their own countrymen and posterity? How can something so thoroughly defeated still persist in what could be our neighbors or our co-workers our bosses or our employees? Each one could be a secret Nazi now. In parenting blogs moms worry that their children are becoming Nazis from goofy men they see in videos on line. Marriages are ending in divorce because the husband or wife is allegedly or apparently a Nazi. How could this happen?

Have you ever seen “The Matrix? Who hasn’t? You know all about the red and blue pills, and all the rainbow-flag DLC that it comes with, black and pink and green and brown and in configurations invisible to the human eye, I��m sure. If you don't know, the pills are portals to different realities. Take the black pill and you only see death, take the white pill and everything’s alright, take the blue pill you vote for Hillary, take the pink you become genderqueer. But this is not about taking any pills. This is about going off your meds. Going straight edge - except for whiskey, cigarettes, cocaine and pussy. It’s about the spoon - no, not for shooting up. It's for bending - with your mind. Remember? That spoon - The Spoon That Isn’t There.

That spoon is a Nazi.

If you are aware that there is no spoon you can tie it into knots. You can make it into a balloon animal. That Nazi Spoon could be a Jewish Socialist from Vermont, or a kosher Brooklyn Zionist, or a Dominican Taxi Driver. It could be an evil copy of your own son from Bizzaro World. It's probably your uncle. It could be Rottweilers, and Chihuahuas. Whether Pitbulls are Nazis or Jews/Blacks is an ongoing debate in the contemporary discourse.

But imaginary shit can be whatever the hell you want. You don’t have to be "The One" to Bend the Spoon. You don’t have to be anyone at all. What was the name of the kid who said the line about the spoon again? Nobody knows, nobody cares, and that's the beauty of Spoonbending.

"The Nazi" is the guy who keeps talking when he should shut up. He might be autistic, but he could just be an asshole. There is a strong possibility he could be both. Why does he keep saying all of this ridiculous stuff? He’s more offensive and more retarded than the usual, but it feels like He Has To Be This Way. Like it’s his curse, He Knows Too Much. He fell down some rabbit hole and ended up gorged on Fascist Propaganda. He mentions some girl named Celine. He rambles on about some guy you’re pretty sure is a Tekken character... the guy who turns into the Devil maybe. He mentions a vacation in Turkey with his family but insists on saying Constantinople and there’s a wild-man tear in his eye. He insists he knows about Atlantis and calls you gay for saying you liked Aquaman. Instead of saying goodbye he says “Subscribe to Pewdiepie.” The Nazi belongs in an institution. You wonder if he has guns and if maybe he should have them taken for a while. He probably doesn’t, but you can’t be sure. He’s 12.

When is it too early to become a school shooter? Is 12 too early to be an incel?

12 is probably the age at which incels hatch from their human hosts.

“Who is Pewdiepie, and how has he groomed my nephew into the Hitler Youth?” many families today are asking. They think they’re looking at a spoon. Conditoning fills your heart with a desperate desire to see the spoon. A fact, pure fact, logical, reasonable, peer reviewed, widely accepted, So True, a Textbook Fact. The spoon. Everyone else sees it too. That goddamn Nazi Spoon.

You ever try to ask this at a party as an ice-breaker and see how the guests react?

“So, anyway, was The Holocaust Real?”

“Excuse me, what?”

“What do you think, was it real, how many people do you think died, don’t the gas chambers sound goofy to you?”

”Um… no… they don’t sound goofy. What are you talking about?”

“You ever hear about the Nazi Roller-coaster they had at one of the camps? They’d put Jews into a roller-coaster except they’d fly off the edge and get splattered. That’s how the Nazis killed ‘em. I swear. I read it in a book by a Holocaust Survivor. Impossible to believe if it weren’t so True. No shit. You hear about that?”

”I’m… gonna get another beer.”

Of course there’s a Correct answer to that initial question. It’s also the Right answer. Who would ever get this wrong? It's the 2+2=X of History. Well…

Pop-Quiz, Random Nazi Check, Anybody here Hate Jews? You a Groyper, Son? What’s so funny? You think the Cookie Monster committing genocide is a laughing matter boy? We don’t take kindly to your kind around here.

Maybe you should give the Nazi-check thing a try, it’ll separate sheep and goat real easy for you.

If you do this everyone will think you are The Nazi.

The Nazis hated Jews, but did they hate real Jews as Jews exist, or did they hate the Fascist Propaganda Jew who was a work of fiction? On that note, were you in love with your last failed relationship, or just pretending you were? Have you ever had one impression of a person, but then learned they were another kind of person entirely? That first impression you had, the one that wasn’t True, was that a Real Person, or Imaginary? But you still spent all that money and sweat on an imaginary girl, huh?

Hope her hole was real.

I think that fake bitch of an ex you dated was a nazi. Your ex was a fascist. Oh, was she Jewish? It doesn’t matter, changes nothing. I’ve never met her - wouldn't matter if I did. When I imagine her, she's in Hugo Boss black and got skull-and-bones on her officer's cap, and she's saying racial slurs as she ruins your life, cheats on you, drains your bank account and kills your dog after getting custody over it in court. I imagine all bad people this way. All women who rejected me were exactly like this.

But I must breach working-class anti-fascist solidarity, and admit, on That Question ("Would you?").... Yeah, I would. Sorry bro. Take me away Comrades, I admit it, I'd give it to that Nazi Jew raw. Would I do that to her as she exists, or the Fascist Propaganda her who is a work of fiction?

That depends. You still got her number?

haha it's ok you can call me an incel, it's a step up from what i actually am

(User was banned for this post.)

The Nazi and the Fascist aren’t my hallucinations. That’s not my mental illness. But it’s adjacent to me, it’s thrown at me without my Consent, and it's a Trigger. I'm paranoid about commies myself.

In the multicultural cyberpunk year of 2019, with its trans-human gender-sex-orientations, anti-racist ethno-narcissism, fanatic anti-normalism, cultish critical theory intersections, grand byzantine minimalism, placidity, in such splendid predatory banality… In the absolute state of the world! – Aah! An undead ideology conceived by a salty Frenchman in the badlands of South Dakota in the 1890s shambles forth the devour all that is Good and Holy in the Great United States of AmeriKKKa, God Help Us All! And A Child Will Lead Those Dreadful Legions of Corruption Upon All The Meek Of Our Fallen World!

Or it’s just a spoon that isn’t real.

Nobody wants to be straight-forward, and I gotta navigate the labyrinths of euphemism. Maybe there's something weird going on - how people talk, how people act, how people think, none of those correlate to each other. It makes you feel schizo when you do all your mental rain-man calculus and realize there's a fucking Elephant in the living room and he's not wearing any goddamn pants. Once that little ray-of-sunshine blesses your tiny bug-man brain to enlighten you that the elephant is real, and the spoon isn't, it's only a matter of time before you're crowned in tinfoil a Potato King on your off-grid Bug-out estate in the Idaho Panhandle, or start drinking yourself to death and bullying mailmen (or both).

If you'd like to avoid that sort of Elephant-Mania Spoon-denialism, maybe you should try answering Uncomfortable Question instead of being so Weird about it, oh wise Mr. Kirk, Mr. Shapiro, Mr. Talking-Head, Mr. Important-Guy, Mr. Movement, Mr. Politics, Mr. Voice of Reason, Mr. Metatron. Take it from a schizo-maniac with a manifesto, you’re freaking out the hoes.

Try Praeger U talking points out on a Tinder date and watch her shrivel up from instathot to instahag -- she will go through menopause before your very eyes, that's how dry her pussy will get. Trying not to sound racist while talking about the Antarctic Nazi base and the importance of craniometry in ethnocultural anthropology will get you more action than anything that sounds like a paraphrase of Charlie Kirk -- because even if you're still being cringe at least you aren't being fake. Point and laugh at that fucking elephant - the moron isn't even wearing pants! That'll get her thinking about taking your pants off. Or not - it's not foolproof. If she doesn't laugh, red-flag, she's a Nazi so Begone Thot!

Please, for the love of God, go off-script! See the damn elephant and forget the spoon, and forget the wise Mr. Kirk, Mr. Shapiro, Mr. Talking-Head, Mr. Important-Guy, Mr. Movement, Mr. Politics, Mr. Voice of Reason, Mr. Metatron. Take it from a schizo-maniac with a manifesto, you'll go insane if you don't.

[. . . ] [T]hen there's that neuroticism, that narcissism, that fear. The whole point of these politics groups and gatherings and Q&As is what, anyway? Is it really just basic marketing tactics, like a live-action advertisement you expect for people to passively consume as though it is persuasive? To shove free-markets and free-speeches down my throat and have me swallow it without having anything that’s been bothering me answered? What do I look like to you, an Ideology Whore? You don't even reciprocate a good time, huh? I'm not that kind of girl. You didn't even buy me dinner. You made me pay to bore me. I'd cuck you if we dated just to make a very important point -- fully aware it'll go over your head. Fuck you.

We gotta hear The Script. We gotta recite The Script.

Real Conservatives Think Like This. Real Progressives Think Like This. White People Walk Like This. Black People Walk Like This.

Gotta hear that joke ten thousand times so you can recite it like a mantra in your sleep.

Free markets mean free people. Facts don’t care about your feelings. Private Companies can do what they wish. What you do in your bedroom is your own business. We want legal immigration, not illegal.

Abolish ICE. Your childhood hero says Trans-Rights. Do you not want me in the movement? Abolish whiteness.

The Racism of Lowered Expectations.

Reparations.

A white nation.

Workers of the world unite!

Abortion is a human right.

Have you got it memorized?

Let’s go over it a few more times.

Say it with me! Hillary was found innocent in a hundred hearings and it is sexist to besmirch her reputation.

Repeat after me! Trump’s economy is the best in history, and if he's racist why is black unemployment is at historical lows.

You benefit from unearned privilege. You suffer from toxic masculinity.

The world is about to end and everything you know and love will die, and it is your fault, for not believing in the correct things at the correct time.

Are you laughing yet?

I’m dying. I feel like an e-girl, and my orbiters are sides.

But do you wanna know what I really think? The whole bit about psychic and social suppression? You ever hear about the Procrustean bed? Well, what if we put your political, social, moral consciousness and your psychic abilitys into a bed like that. We could talk about it. You ever play Xenogears?

Or you could just put me in a box. I really wouldn't mind. I'm Houdini. Hey, was Houdini a Nazi, like Henry Ford? Can we get a fact-check? I didn't mean to be problematic.

Break the Conditoning - Step outside the box, and use it as a step ladder. Ascend, Beyond the Box - use The Spoon.

Bush did 9/11, the Israeli’s danced, the Aliens killed JFK - sure - but I only say this because of my MK Ultra Schizo-brain. It’s true, it’s false, it’s fact, it’s myth, I don’t have to believe any of it -- I also don't have to believe any of you if I don’t want to. My feelings do not care about your facts, and did you know that some of the world's most uncomfortable facts are manifested into being by uncomfortable feelings? Is it the fact of the bullet that kills the political dissident, or the feelings of his executioner? Is it the deranged lust of the rapist that violates his victim, or the fact of his power to do so? I guess it depends on whether the perpetrator said "nothing personnel kid" before he committed the act. I don't know about that Nazi Rapist's feelings, but MY feelings are valid and I can believe or disbelieve whatever I want on the basis of my feelings, and my feelings alone. My feelings bend the spoon of your facts.

Are you going to say I don’t have the right, Adolf? Sucks for you, bud, I may be a commie by blood, but the heart that pumps it was assembled in the ole USA -- and we got the Right to be a Retard here in America. It's a Free Country.

[Note: please insert image of Jonathan Frakes from Beyond Belief: Fact or Fiction]

Now that the dust has settled: Was the Nazi Roller-Coaster Real? Or did we put the Truth in a Mass-Grave? We will let you know at the conclusion of our program.

Sincerely and Full of Suffering Your Friend Always, Orcbrand

[ddaddsprompts]

How would the dads react to seeing scars all over Dadsona's torso?

This ask is dark, so I totally understand if you don’t feel comfortable answering it. How would the dads react to their boyfriend confessing that they were raped before they met Alex, and they have PTSD because of it? 

Please note that for Brian’sscene, since he theoretically saw Dadsona’s naked torso during the fishing datein canon, I chose to change that so he sees the scars for the first time onlylater.Also, Robert’s scene begins with a flashback that doesn’t describe the actualact, but I still wanted to warn you. Just skip the first paragraph (it’s italicized)to avoid that.

Put under read-more because of the subject matter. - Mod Mare

🥃 Help, you screamed, but the hands pressing down your neck trapped thesound in your throat. You struggled, clawed, thrashed, but you were too weak,he hovered above you, knife in his hand and—

“Y/N!” You sit up so fast, you nearly getwhiplash. Your heart is beating hard in your throat, making it impossible tospeak. You claw at your skin, trying to ease the tension, but hands grip yoursand pull them off again. “Y/N, calm down, ‘s just me.” The rational, logicalpart of your brain recognises the voice and tries to convince your sub-consciousnessto calm down again, but your fight-or-flight instincts are flaring. Youstruggle against the strong arms that envelop you, try to push against thestrong chest you’re pulled against, but the other person is stronger. “JesusChrist, kid!” Rough, calloused hands rub patterns into your skin;normally, someone touching your back, your scars, would have send you evendeeper into panic, but the feeling of those hands in particular triggers yourbrain. You still, blinking fully awake. Robert carefully draws back, but keeps hisarms around your waist. His face, normally so unreadable, is like an open booknow, literally displaying his concern and worry. “Wanna talk about it?” Yourfirst instinct is to say no and act like nothing happened, but you’re tooexhausted to lie. Extracting a hand, you pull up your shirt. Robert’s facecloses off, but not fast enough, you see a flicker of pure, cold fury in hiseyes. “I was raped,” you whisper. “Before Alex. I still suffer.” Robert gritshis teeth. He takes a deep breath to calm down, then pulls you close again. “Fuckinghell, kid, I’m sorry. I’ll find that fucker and castrate him.” Despite thesituation, you laugh, which eventually turns into crying. Robert holds you wordlessly,offering his silent support.

🍸 You stare down at the small device in your hands, which you’d bought justfor this, but it was no guarantee Joseph wouldn’t recognise you. The priestside of the confessional booth is opened. Even though the wall separating youmostly obscures the view, the silhouette is visible and it looks familiar. Allyour remaining doubts are washed away when Joseph speaks. “There’s no need tobe shy or nervous. I’m here to help you.” You switch on the device, hoping itwould completely alter your voice. “Father, I…” Though you had prepared exactlywhat you want to say, now the words won’t come. You close your eyes. “I’vewithheld important information from my partner even though I know I should tellthem.”“I’m not a priest, so there’s no need to call me ‘father’. Minister more thansuffices. Now, of what nature is the information you’re talking about? Are youcomfortable telling me that?”You exhale. “I… I was raped. Before them. I have scars… a-all over my chest.A-and… I suffer f-from… that. Even though it’s been so long…” You shudder andwrap your arms around yourself. Joseph, on the other side of the wall, shiftsin his seat. “I’m so sorry to hear that… why haven’t you told your partner yet?What stops you?” With shaking hands, you turn off the device again. Count toten once more. Inhale. Speak. “Because I’m scared he might not want to be withme anymore.” A second goes by. You hear Joseph gasp, then, the scrape of achair being pulled backwards across the floor. The door to your side is thrownopen and Joseph pulls you into his arms, guiding your face into the crook ofhis neck. “Y/N, I’d never leave you because of something like that. I love you,so much. I’m sorry you suffered so.” You sob and cling to him.

☕ A few weeks ago, you scared Mat by hiding behind the door and jumpingout to startle him. He doesn’t peck you as the type of person to take hisrevenge – after all, he’d reacted pretty chill, once he got past his initialsurprise – so you didn’t expect any kind of payback, certainly not after somuch time has passed. Naturally, that’s when Mat strikes. Your computer pings,alerting you to an incoming message on DadBook just after you entered yourbedroom to get dressed for your date with Mat. Throwing the towel on your bed,you walk up to the desk to see who it was. Suddenly, something comes jumpingout from under the desk. You scream and stumble backwards, your knee-pits hitthe bed and you fall onto it, now crying too. “Shit, babe, I’m so sorry, I didn’tmean to startle you—“ Mat falls silent once he notices the scars on your nakedchest. Had you been in control of yourself, you would have tried to coveryourself, but you are shaking in panic, still screaming at the top of yourlungs, probably loud enough to alert the whole cul-de-sac. Carefully,exaggerating his movements, Mat sits down next to you and wraps an arm aroundyou. You tense, but the familiar smell of coffee and his soothing voice pushthrough the fog of fear, just enough for you to realise it’s him. Mat gentlypulls you close, your head in his lap, and cups your face in his hands. “I’m sosorry, babe. I didn’t mean to…” You numbly shake your head and curl in onyourself. An hour later, once you’ve calmed down somewhat, you tell him whereyour scars come from. He sings to you, his voice trembling and tears in hiseyes, as he holds you.

🌹 Damien told you about him being trans late week and ever since, you wondered. Asked yourself whether you shouldtell him of your own secret, about your own scars. He trusted you with his, theleast you could do was return the gesture, but truth be told, you’re scared.And apparently, Damien could tell something is bothering you. You’d never beenthe best at hiding your emotions, but after,you became good at burying your wounds under layers of awkwardness and badjokes. Around Damien, your usual attempts at misdirection don’t work. Ifanything, they seem to make things worse. Half an hour after he came back fromwork, Damien asks you to join him in his study. His face is blank, but hiscontrol does not extend to his eyes. “Y/N,” he begins once you’re seated. “Eversince I told you, you’ve been acting strange and you seem tense. If you’re notcomfortable with me being trans, please just tell me, so—““I was raped,” you say. The words just slipped off your tongue and now they areout, you cannot take them back. “Before Alex. It still affects me. I get nightmares.Panic attacks. I have scars, physical, all over my torso, and mental. You’re…you’re the second person I ever told. I didn’t know whether I should…” You buryyour face in your hands, taking deep, deliberate breaths. There’s a shufflingnoise before Damien wraps his arms around you. You lean into him, stifling asob. “I’m so sorry, my love. I didn’t… Thank you for telling me.” Gently,Damien squeezes you, whispering reassurances into your hair.

🎣 Brian runs his hand along your spine, feelingeach individual vertebra through the fabric of your shirt. You take a deepbreath and try to push down the flames of anxiety that threaten to flare upinside your chest. It’s one of those rare evenings where Daisy isn’t at homeand you and Brian have the house all to yourselves. The credits of the movieyou watched continue running on screen, but neither of you pay much attentionto it. So far, you haven’t really been intimate, but something tells you itmight happen tonight. Maybe it’s the way he kept on touching you throughout themovie, kissing your cheek, lips and neck, maybe it’s that look in his eyes, theintensity. The rush of fear cursing through your veins at the thought makes youtense. Brian immediately stills, his hands settling on your hips, and looks atyou with a concerned expression. “Are you okay? I can stop-“ You shake yourhead and sit up. You’ve been dreading this conversation from the get-go, butyou’d rather he learns of it now thanlater because of an anxiety attack or worse. Under Brian’s questioning gaze,you slowly lift your shirt over your head. You clutch it to your chest, lookinganywhere but him, afraid of what you’d see. “Oh babe…” Brian whispers. “Whathappened?” You inhale, exhale; the pressure on your lungs still doesn’tdisappear. “Before Alex… I was… I was r-raped. I-I still get n-nightmares.” Hedoesn’t say anything for a while, just looks at you as if he was mourning. Thenhe pulls you into his arms, holding you close, and murmurs sweet nothings whileyou cry into his shoulder.

👟 Craig has seen the scars before, first incollege, then when you went on your camping trip the other day after meetingagain against all the odds, but he never asked where they are from. You havethe strong feeling he’s waiting for you to be ready to tell him about it andeven if you’d never be, he would respect it. The girls are at their mother’stoday, which means a relaxing day for the two of you. You’re chilling on Craig’sbed and you’re considering dozing off when Craig catches your attention byhumming. You roll over on your side and cock your head with a questioning look.“You know how I still have the numbers of a few old college buddies?” You justnod and gesture for him to continue. “Well, one of them forwarded me another bro’snumber and they just asked about you. Do you remember RedRocket Keith?” Themoment he says that name, your blood runs cold. Vaguely, you’re aware of Craigcalling your name, but it’s like your head is submerged under water and he’smiles away. You struggle as arms wrap themselves around you, but when the distinctscent of Craig fills your nose, you go limp, burying your face in his neck. Hecalmly guides you through breathing exercises until your heart stops racing,then continues to hold you, not asking what that was about, giving you all thetime you need. You lick your lips, struggling to find words. “I… r-rememberhim. E-every goddamn day. He haunts my dreams. H-He… h-he… at th-that party…he-he r-rap—“Craig gently shushes you. “I understand, bro, I understand. I’m so sorry. Iwish I’d known…” You weakly shake your head, relishing in the warmth of hisstrong embrace.

📖 Quizzmaster Quinn is sick, so Hugo and you go to a nearby restaurant knownfor its excellent food. You’re a bit disappointed, having looked forward to theparadise that was delicious cheeses and an excited Hugo, but he cheers you upagain, so that, by the time you’re seated and order, you’re grinning again.That is, until your eyes spot a familiar-looking face at the back of the room.Rationally, you know it can’t be him,but that doesn’t stop your instincts from going haywire, your brain sendingadrenaline through your whole body in preparation for your flight. Because yousure as hell wouldn’t fight. Hugo says something, but it’s as if you two areseparated by a wall of cotton; his voice is muted, barely understandable. “I-Ineed to use the bathroom,” you excuse yourself, then you’re on your feetalready, practically running. You throw closed the door, but it opens a fewseconds later as Hugo comes rushing inside. He immediately puts his hands onyour shoulders. You see his mouth moving, but no sound reaches your ears for awhile, the ringing in your head too loud. It takes minutes, but finally, youcalm down again. Hugo guides you to lean against the wall. “Y/N, what’s wrong? I’venever seen you so panicked.” You can’t help but snort at that. That’s not eventhe worst panic attack you’ve ever had. “I…” You hesitate, but his concernedexpression convinces you to say it. “There was a man… he looked…like… t-the manwho… r-raped m-me and l-left me with dozens of scars.” Hugo’s eyes go wide. Youexpect him to bury you in questions, demand names and all, but he surprises youby silently taking you into his arms. “I’m sorry, dear, I didn’t know.” Hekisses the top of your head and squeezes you. Wrapped in his strong arms, youfeel safe and protected.

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What would the bros think of Eddie Gluskin from Outlast?

Hello Anon! :) 

I am so incredibly sorry that this took forever. At first, I didn’t know how to do this, then watched all Eddie scenes to refresh my memory and then my job got in the way.

I wrote this as a scenario. It’s technically one story. Noctis leads to Prompto which leads to Gladio and Ignis (while the last two technically play at the same time).

But in short: 

Noctis thinks Eddie is utterly disturbing. At first, he thinks it’s just a weird guy.. but then his disgust for him grows steadily. In short, he hates him.

Prompto is completely terrified of him. Any- and every time he sees Eddie, he feels shivers running down his spine. This guy is coming straight out of his nightmares.

Gladiolus doesn’t really care at first. It just seems like any other antagonist to him. Eventually, he’s fed up about Eddie. To him, he’s unworthy of living and absolutely disgusting.

Ignis tries to analyze the antagonist.. but in this case, he gave up. In his eyes, Eddie is so fucked up there’s no turning back or saving him. However, he does like Eddie’s clothes.

Words: 4780+

Genre: Fun ^^

Spoiler: For outlast! Other than that these scenarios play pre-game.

Noctis:

“What’re you playing?” the dark-haired male wondered as he entered the room after an exhausting round of training with Gladiolus. 

“Oh hey!” his significant other proclaimed, turning their head away from the screen for a split second to show him their wonderful smile, “This is Outlast, I don’t know if you’ve ever heard of it.”

“Outlast?” Noctis wondered, stepping closer to them while rubbing a towel along his neck.

“Yeah. How about you take a quick shower and then join me?” his s/o suggested, “Doesn’t cuddles and games sound great to you?“ 

"It actually does, ” he chuckled. 

“Great! So hurry up otherwise you’ll miss the best parts,” his s/o urged him while they turned their head back towards the screen in front of them.

“Alright, alright - I’ll be right back,” he shook his head in disbelief, a soft smile spread across his lips, though.

So while their boyfriend went to conquer the bacteria and sweat on his body, they shrieked at every possible scary part, followed by a heartfelt laughter. Gaming was something the couple enjoyed greatly. May it be a round of King’s Knight or a round of Singstar - they enjoyed it all. Together, any and every game was fun. They either bashed the games, made fun of how bad they were, or were both following the story - if one existed - eagerly. Playing Kingdom Hearts was their nightly ritual: before bed, they always played an hour of it. And sometimes, most times, that hour became four and they stayed up all night. While his s/o could sleep throughout the day, Noctis, unfortunately, had royal chores to do. But at the end of the day, he always stayed awake for his precious lover that he adored more than anything. They better appreciate that prince sleepy head sacrifices his sleep for them. However, napping together was another one of their favorite activities.Little did the Prince of Dreamland know that he wouldn’t be up for any sleep tonight.After he took the long-awaited hot shower, he hopped into his sleepwear and cuddled up beside his S/O on the bed. Then their gaming evening began. Chapters one could finish in no time suddenly took forever. The controller flew around their bed whenever they reacted to a jumpscare, sometimes even hit the floor but luckily never broke. It was all, rather cruel, fun and games until a certain character came into the scene. Eddie Gluskin. From his appearance to the way he acted, he had a creepy vibe the second he showed up. While Noctis’ S/O managed to compliment his clothing, Noctis saw a pure danger. Nonetheless, they didn’t bother all too much. Until that weirdo actually attempted to women-ify the male protagonist. Not only did Noctis imagine the possible pain this different type of castration could’ve caused, he also shrieked when the saw was turned on.A loud exhale and a tap onto the Playstation-Home-Button followed right after. He. Was. Done.

“What type of freak is that?! Gross” he exclaimed, staring at his s/o in disbelief, “What went wrong in his head to try to turn guys into girls - his dream wife even?! And he even did it to others before?! But they were never good enough - what the fuck?!" 

"Calm down, Noct. It’s just a game” his S/O tried to shrug it off although they were disgusted too.  

“I just thought he was one of those innocent, sick in the head dudes that wouldn’t hurt a fly but have a cruel imagination - but really, he’s just the impersonation of evil and disgusting” Noctis argued, “I knew he’d be problematic but this is so not what I expected." 

"He’s probably been through a lot” his S/O returned. 

“So what? Doesn’t mean he can go around harming people like that purely for his entertainment” Noctis groaned, entering the game again, “I swear if he shows up again, I’ll delete this game asap and ban it in Insomnia." 

"Noct you’re acting like he almost chopped your… eeh, little friend off - it’s just a game” his S/O continued to try to calm him down. 

“This doesn’t change how disgusting this truly is. I don’t even want to begin to imagine people getting inspired by this - what if this happens in Insomnia?! We have to get rid of this game” he groaned, angrily moving the joystick around to make the protagonist walk.

Laughing, his S/O took the controller out of his hands: “Maybe you should let me play, otherwise you’re gonna break this controller.” Without hesitation, he handed the controller over to his beloved one, pouting right after though.

“Typical King, always looking out for his folk” his s/o joked, nudging their elbow into his sides playfully.

“Stupid game” Noctis groaned in return.

“Scared this might happen to you?” his s/o continued to tease him.

He didn’t even have to answer, they say it in his face: he was.And so his s/o had to play through to the very end of their gaming session. Noctis stayed quiet, only jumped every now and then. There was only one part in which he spoke up.

“Serves you right, you dumbfuck!” he shouted as Eddie experienced his last moments, a grin spread so widely across his face that he almost seemed insane.

Although the almighty dismemberer passed away, Noctis kept dreaming about the horrible sequence, cursing the game even days after.Little did anyone know that he wasn’t quite as tough as he usually pretended to be during horror movies and games. While he couldn’t ban the game, it was his dad ruining the fun. King Regis overheard his son venting to his best friend, the sunshine boy Prompto, and after hearing the summary, he instantly filled a contract to get it banned. He wouldn’t let any other humans get influenced by this. However, Noctis wasn’t done venting and now that it was a rare gem, he wanted to show his other friends the trouble he went through.

Prompto:

The second Noctis mentioned a cruel, gory and jumpscare filled game, he just wanted to run away and hide. While Prompto certainly didn’t hate horror related themes, simply preferred cute movies, he hated what Noctis told him about that game. But he finally gave in when Noctis forced him into watching the scene again - he still had the copy at his place, might as well show his best friend the cruel scene. So after an evening full of Prompto shrieking, maids coming in to check on them and his dad suspecting they were doing the do, they finally reached the gruesome chapter.

“Look at it!” Noctis ordered, followed by a grunt, “Open your eyes, Prompt!” Glancing over at the blonde, Noctis saw how he used his hands to block his eyes, only peaked through his fingers.

“C'mon, I haven’t played this far for you to chicken out” he groaned, using his free hand to tug on his hands.

“No! This is disgusting!” Prompto insisted, shutting his eyes.

“Chicken, you should appreciate me showing this game to you - it’s banned! I’m risking my dad freaking out on me only to show you that Gluskin guy” Noctis murmured, pressing the pause button before putting the controller down and crossing his arms.

Feeling his insecurities kick in, Prompto immediately opened his eyes: “You don’t have to be so mean.." 

Before the Prince even said another word, he resumed the cutscene, resulting in Prompto shrieking again, his expression changing drastically.

"Why would you play this?!” the blonde complained, watching the scene in horror.

“My lover played it” he shrugged.

Just to tease his best friend, Noctis continued playing the game further and further. Prompto was in no way able to complain, the poor sunshine boy just grabbed a pillow and buried his face in it. There was no way he was going to watch all of this. While Noctis suddenly seemed to enjoy himself, Prompto was struggling big time. The game utterly terrified him. That shy cinnamon roll wasn’t prepared, not at all. And when Noctis passed the controller to him, forcing him to play the next part, and another jumpscare happened, the controller flew right through the room. It broke.At first, Prompto wanted to celebrate - finally, they’d be done playing this horrible game - but no, Noctis got a spare. The gaming went on. Eventually, Prompto was so scared, he started shaking.

“Prompt, it’s 2am, you should go home by now” Noctis bribed him, already preparing himself for bed. 

While the second playthrough didn’t upset Noctis nearly as much, the blonde was scarred.

“Can’t I stay t-the night?” he suggested, clutching onto the pillow in his hands.  

“No, the maids will think we’re dating.. And I can’t have them think I cheat on my precious s/o” Noctis explained, holding his hand out to the little blonde mass of fear sitting on the ground. 

“Eh.. Just a little longer?” Prompto murmured, not wanting to get up anytime soon.. In face, not wanting to get up at all. 

He was so horrified, he didn’t even want to leave the place because that’d mean he’d have to walk through the dark street - all on his own, too. 

“Unfortunately, that’s impossible” Noctis groaned, reaching out to his friend to lift him up on his feet. 

Overpowering him wasn’t hard; much to Prompto’s dismay, Noctis had him on his feet in no time. With shaking legs, trembling lips and widened eyes he stared at the future king, silently pleading him to leave him alone. 

“Prompt, it’s late, c'mon” Noctis rolled with his eyes, getting more impatient by the second, “You know (s/o) will come over tomorrow.”

This time, the blonde just stayed silent, didn’t speak a word. In the end, he would only plead his best friend to let him stay the night so he wouldn’t have to walk through the dark alleyways to his home.Sighing, Noctis resigned and pulled out his phone - he wasn’t going to let him stay the night.. But at least he wouldn’t let his scared friend walk home on his own. 

“I’ll call (Y/N) over..” he murmured, searching through the contacts on his phone.  

Feeling shame wash over him, Prompto started staring at the floor. He usually stayed away from horror related things - unless his significant other would ask him to watch or play something with him. But aside from that, it simply wasn’t his cup of tea. And playing on his own just made it worse. 

“Hey (Y/N), yeah, sorry for waking you. I- uh.. Prompto is here and he’s having a situation.. Uhm.. You have a car right?” Noctis briefly explained, trying hard to not embarrass his best friend - it was his fault he was struggling, not embarrassing him in front of his significant other was the least thing he could do.

“Awesome, we’re at the citadel. I’ll pick you up from the stairs so the guards won’t cause trouble” he continued to elaborate, watching the blonde quiver in front of him. 

“Thanks, see you in a bit” he said his goodbyes before hanging up, “Heads up Prompt, your lover will be here in a bit.”

Hearing that was both terrifying and reassuring to him - he was scared to seem like a wimp, yet happy he wouldn’t have to walk on his own. He was sure his s/o would gladly care for him.. But still he felt ashamed of his behavior. His fear was stronger than his will to seem strong, though.

The following minutes went by in a flash. Noctis brought his best friend some tea while daggers were sent at him from numerous guards. It was late, the prince was supposed to be in bed. He had rules to obey to - that was one of them. But Prompto was more important. Sneaking down the stairs wasn’t all too easy either, guards had already approached Prompto’s S/O and prepared to take them away, thinking they were a threat. The prince himself had to announce they were innocent and coming for a visit - which made those guards even more suspicious.

The prince having a visitor late at night? That surely was a taboo. Prompto was fine - but a female? Eeh. Even sneaking his girl in was difficult and required a long talk with his dad about his duties as king and.. The sex talk. Yup.Regardless, while Prompto was sipping his tea and sitting on Nocits’ bed, his S/O entered the room.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” they immediately said, approaching him with open arms, ready to pull him into a hug.  

“We played Outlast.. He got scared” Noctis scoffed, teasing his friend. 

“It was a horrible scene” Prompto complained, “I didn’t want to see that."  

"Do you want to tell me what happened?” his s/o wondered, sitting down beside him to embrace his shaking frame.

“Some crazy guy wanted to castrate the protagonist and he’s generally insane - now Prompt is too scared to walk home on his own” Noctis continued to tease him, hurting his friends ego quite a bit.

“It was gross” he murmured in response.  

“That does sound disgusting, why’d you show this to him if he asked you not to?” Prompto’s s/o spoke up for him.

Noctis just shrugged to that, unsure of what to say as he took his smartphone out.

“Wanna go to my place?” Prompto’s s/o suggested, squeezing him gently. 

“I’d love to” he proclaimed with a shaky voice.

“Alright, I’m here with my car.. Don’t worry about having to walk” they announced. 

“Sounds good” the blonde quietly replied.

“Already leaving?” Noctis asked, typing away on his phone.  

“Yes” they firmly replied, helping their boyfriend stand on his feet. 

“Alright, I’ll guide you outside” the future king announced, tugging his phone away and heading back to the entrance.

They followed right behind him, waved their goodbyes and climbed into the car. Again, the guards were keeping a close eye on them.. But most were relieved the female left - they’d have to report that to the king himself. Especially if it was someone other than Noctis’ official girlfriend. Even in the car, Prompto was still shaking but his s/o’s near made him feel secure. He treasured them greatly, loved them do no end. And thankfully, they were so kind not to mock him. They understood and supported him. And for that, he loved them greatly. 

“I’m sure he’s going to tell Gladio and Ignis..” Prompto groaned, fastening the seatbelt. 

“He better not” his s/o murmured.

Oh boy, he did.

Gladiolus:

“Hey babe” the muscular man greeted his s/o after a sweaty workout.

“Oh, hey” they replied, continuously chopping food for lunch, only sending a short smile his way. 

“How’s it going?” he asked, wrapping his arms around his s/o from behind and resting his head on their shoulder, “Looks good - one of your special salads?" 

"Mmh” they hummed in agreement, turning their head to place a tender kiss on his cheek.

“Noct just told me about a sleepover he’s having later. It’s a bit sudden but he asked us to join.. Are you interested?” Gladio wondered, kissing his s/o’s neck, “I mean.. We could also rattle the bed a little." 

"Gladdy, stop” they giggled, shaking their head to make him stop, “You smell." 

"Awh.. Guess that means I’ll take a quick shower” he fake-pouted, slowly letting go of his s/o pretending to be walking off. 

“Yup” they simply replied, still chipping some vegetables.

Catching them off guard, Gladiolus brushed their hair aside and kissed their nape softly followed by a gentle bite: “Or how about you joining me?"  

"Gladdy, no” they bit their lip hard, still denying him, though. 

“Fiiine” he groaned, giving in, “I’ll head to the shower.”

“Also, the sleepover is on - text him we’ll be there” his s/o announced.

“You really wanna go? I was hoping for some alone time with you” the broad man argued, sounding quite disappointed, “It’s our only day off.”

“It’s your friend and it’s a rare occasion that he invites his friends and their partners.. So yes, we’ll go and see what he’s up to” they reasoned, “Also, hurry up, food is almost ready.”

“Alright, you win” he chuckled, raising his hands up in surrender.

There was only one person that Gladio chose not to argue with, and that was his s/o. They were clever, too clever and they had a strong will. Convincing them was insanely hard. But he loved that they were someone that didn’t succumb to what he said. They weren’t scared of him, they just were themselves and Gladio greatly treasured that. Of course, sometimes they did argue or even end up fighting. Tears were shed, every now and then pillows flew through the room but he was usually just as emotional as his s/o. If one cried, the other cried. They couldn’t stay mad at each other for long, it was simply impossible.

Once the prince’s shield finished showering and they ate lunch, they prepared for their night at the citadel. Together, they packed two bags containing clothes and some simple toiletries. You bet Gladaddy kept trying to get in their pants but nope, they were not having it. They were already excited for what was to come. A night at the citadel, probably a dinner sponsored by the King himself and beds so unbearably soft got them in patiently excited. Oh, and of course a fun time with the Prince and his friends.. And their partners.

It didn’t take long before they arrived at the sleepover. Just to seem kind they brought chips and soda. Little did they know that their appetite would die down in the next hours. What started off as a nice evening, some drinks here and there - thank God the King didn’t know and Ignis was good at making them - and a huge ass dinner, soon turned into a nightmare. Prompto abruptly left with his s/o, something he’d usually never do. No one understood until Noctis wiped out a copy of Outlast.

“Guys, we have to play this game” he proclaimed. 

Noctis’ s/o was already burying their head in shame; they were the reason he wanted to play this… Again.

“Isnt that the forbidden game? Didn’t the King ban it just recently?” Ignis asked, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“10 points to Iggy!” Noctis chuckled as he shouted, putting the CD in his console. 

“Is that a horror game?” Gladio’s s/o asked their boyfriend.

“I think so” he replied, shrugging. 

The first few minutes were fine, it was a little scary, but didn’t have enough action for Gladio just yet. Needlessly to say, he was bored. His eyes were merely paying attention to the screen, instead, they often wandered towards his s/o, intently watching every move they made. They seemed to be engulfed by the events shown on Noctis’ huge TV. To comfort them, he wrapped one of his arms around their shoulders and pulled them closer.

“It’s just a ga-” Gladio was about to whisper into their ear but a squeal from them made him shut up and frown instead. 

His eardrum might as well have cracked in that exact moment. Glancing at the screen, he only saw some kind of fighting scene. Well, it ended up being a lot crueler than he expected it to be.

“Does he..” he whispered in disbelief, immediately covering his s/o’s eyes to spare them 

“Oh yeah” Noctis exclaimed, sounding oddly proud of showing this scene to everyone.

“That’s just gross” Glado scoffed in return, “I didn’t come here to see video game dic-" 

"Just shush and watch” Noctis shut him up, “Prompto was scared shitless.”

“Why would you show this to Prompto anyway” he returned, growling a tiny bit as he was getting pissed off with Noctis’ attitude, “You know he’s easily scared.”

“It was fun” he argued.

“Oh c'mon, I’m done with this” Gladiolus rolled his eyes, getting up in one swift motion, pulling his s/o up as well, “I thought we were having a fun night instead of playing some bullshit horror game." 

"I was expecting more” his s/o quietly admitted, pouting lightly. 

“Babe, we should go home. I refuse to watch this dude -" 

"His name’s Eddie Gluskin” Noctis’ s/o informed him. 

“I don’t care. This is childish horror stuff meant to scar people. It’s not even scary it’s just gore -” Gladio complained, “And this antagonist is utterly ridiculous." 

"He’s been through a lot, all his actions make sense if you analy-” Noctis’ s/o was about to throw in, only to be cut off by the prince’s shield. 

“Bullshit!”

“Calm down” Gladiolus s/o urged him, “You’re overreacting.”

“Ugh, you’re right.. I’m wasting my energy on this. We should head home” he reasoned in return, agreeing to his s/o, “I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

Without wasting another minute at the citadel, Gladiolus and his s/o headed out. Well. Weeeell. They did head out but they didn’t go home just yet. It didn’t take long before his precious s/o started freaking out at the slightest noise - even just some guard repositioning himself to standing straight. Taking them home through the darkness would only resort in emotional stress that Gladio didn’t want to put them through. Instead, he had another idea.Naughty as he couldn’t help himself to be, he led them to the training room. That was the only room he had unlimited access too. And of course, being the genius he sometimes was, he brought the keys with him.

“Hey, ssh, it’s okay babe” he whispered to his s/o, slowly guiding them into the room.

Looking at his s/o so shaken up and tense, all he wanted to do was make them feel good. Very good.

“You bet I’ll make him train extra hard for that” he assured them, slowly trailing kisses around their face, “Just try to relax for a bit.”

And so they ended up enjoying the night probably the most of them all. It was just a little unfortunate that the King himself walked up on them the next morning.

Ignis:

What was meant to be a fairly fun evening, turned out to be a catastrophe. Noctis abruptly made Ignis stay longer, asked him to buy ingredients for certain cocktails and sneak them up. That was easier said than done - most guards were suspiciously looking him up and down. Those 3 bags couldn’t only contain casual food, could they? Luckily, he got away without any trouble. However, it was then that Noctis asked him to invite his s/o, claiming that his own s/o would show up as well and that even Gladiolus and his partner were invited. He said he wanted this to be a big party.. Yet only with close friends.

Believing in the good of him, Ignis didn’t think much of it and gladly invited his beloved s/o that he got to spend such little time with. Every minute with them was dear to him. Wasting even a single second upset him greatly. They were busy with educating themselves, he was busy working for his best friend. They only met on weekends due to distance as well. It was mere luck that Noctis informed the advisor early enough for his s/o to actually catch the last train. Ignis originally planned on visiting them but Noctis’ party changed that plan entirely.Ignis sincerely thought this was going to be a pleasant evening. And although he didn’t agree to getting drunk, he didn’t mind taking a few drinks. All he cared about was seeing his s/o. They were actually the first one to show up.

While Noctis was roaming around the room, obviously looking for something but the couple couldn’t care less. They were completely engaged in talking, caressing each other lovingly and sweetly.

“I’m glad you could make it” the advisor softly spoke to his lover, “I feared we wouldn’t get to see each other this week since the prince had more duties for me." 

"Yeah, the last train was a little delayed - it was pure luck” they admitted, gently leaning against their boyfriend’s body who held them in his embrace. 

“I missed you” he whispered into their ear, not wanting Noctis to hear all too much of their private talk. 

“I missed you, too” they replied, listening to his soothing heartbeat. 

“Specs, have you seen my Outlast disk?” Noctis suddenly asked, tearing their little romantic moment apart with his loud voice.

“Your.. What?” he wondered, carefully letting go of his s/o so they wouldn’t be embarrassed because Noctis saw their intimacy. 

“Outlast disk” Noctis impatiently replied, “The game."  

"I fear not. Isn’t that the game your majesty banned?” Ignis asked, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose before he started preparing some simple snacks - another task Noctis randomly threw at him.

“Exactly. We’re gonna play that tonight” the prince announced, lifting some books up off the ground, desperately looking for it, “Last time you cleaned up, did you by any chance see it?”

“I just told you - no” the advisor repeated.

“You’re.. Cleaning for him?” his s/o asked, surprised by what their boyfriend does as job.

“Indeed, it’s part of my duty to look after him.. If he’s feeling especially lazy but this room is a mess, I help him” he explained to them, making sure to hold eye contact for as long as possible - simply because he missed those gorgeous eyes. 

“I’m not lazy!” Noctis complained from afar. 

“Yes he is” Ignis quietly mumbled to his s/o, smiling at them.

Once all crownsguard members and their partners had arrived, Noctis grew impatient. He couldn’t wait to play the game, it was written all over his face - even though he was the one who initially hated it. Drinks and laughs were shared, jokes were yelled through the room and even funny party games were played. It was all fun and games until Noctis started up the game.

As educated as Ignis was, he had never heard of this game. He only knew it was banned so he prepared for something terrible. While everyone fed on the snacks he prepared, Ignis just clutched onto the bottle of vodka he bought for a cocktail. The first minutes already bothered him, the entire setting didn’t seem appealing to him. While the game mechanics still interested him, the asylum theme highly concerned him. That was a strong sign that they weren’t going to play some easy kindergarten spooky game. Oh hell no.

It didn’t take long before his s/o cuddled up in his arms so they could hide their face whenever something scary happened. While Prompto left hours ago, Gladiolus was pissed off and Noctis’ s/o laid passed out on his bed, moving every now and then.. Ignis was casually drinking on. He didn’t really mean to but the urge of playing a drinking game suddenly got to him. Each time a jump scare occurred, he took a sip. By the time they reached Noctis’ favorite scene, his vision was already blurred. Usually, he would’ve tried to understand the story and the antagonists’ actions but.. he was to hammered.

“Oh my god..” his s/o whispered, burying her face in his torso.

Blinking a few times, Ignis slowly saw the scene unfold. It was then that he took not of the person attacking the protagonist: Eddie Gluskin.

“Admittedly, he has a good taste in clothing” Ignis proclaimed, “He’s dressing nicely." 

Shocked by the only thing their boyfriend had to say about this scene, they glared up at him, his drunken glance meeting their sober ones. By the time they reached the ending - which didn’t take all to long thanks to Noctis’ good memory - Ignis was still sipping on his bottle, his s/o was shaking and Noctis happily finished the game. Gladio had left hours ago with his s/o. Ignis was the only one still around.. More or less.

"Specs what did you think of him?” the curious prince wondered, “It was intense right?" 

"He wears nice clothes.. Is a little insane.. Kills innocent people.. But his taste in clothing is good” Ignis repeated, slurring on almost every word, “It’s a bad guy, we should stay away from him.”

If only Ignis hadn’t been drinking too much, perhaps he’d have other views of him. The only reason he even took that bottle was his own silent fear. The advisor was way too proud to share how gross this game was to him and that all characters highly disgusted him. From head to toe, he wanted to bathe them in shampoo and potion. The only thing he could actively recall at this point were Eddie’s fine clothes. Too bad his s/o witnessed it all and was ready to bother him all night with it.

Masterlist

[boystownbirdie]

LMWTV4U: GOT S7E2

It’s time for another installment of let me watch TV for you (LMWTV4U) where I watch TV shows so you don’t have to! Today I’ll be re-capping the latest ep of Game of Thrones, Season 7.

As always, spoiler alert! Also, reminder that I have a new feature called WHY DOES THIS SCENE EVEN MATTER or (WDTSEM?) to help us decipher those random scenes that seemingly serve no purpose. SO MUCH HAPPENED TONIGHT SO LET’S GO!!!!!

We start at Dragonstone where Khaleesi and co are still strategizin’

Khaleesi’s pals are trying to get her to attack QPC ASAP but she’s not really havin’ it. She proceeds to rip Sleevey a new a-hole for his lack of loyalty. If you’ll recall Sleevey is a schemer and is the one who basically brought together all of Khaleesi’s current crew but also was the one who sent assassins to kill Khaleesi back in season 1. She’s like will you be loyal 2 me? And he’s like sure...until I’m not anymore. And then you can kill me. And she’s like kewl good plan also will you lemme know if I’m doing a bad job as Kween and he’s like yep, sure.

Next, the red witch lady (who Bae sent away at the end of Season 6 because she burned alive this sweet bb gurl but also who brought him back from the dead) shows up on Khaleesi’s doorstep. Khaleesi is like hey what up I also speak the fanciest language and your religion is #trending back home and helping to keep people calm so… thanks. And the witch lady is like great, also FYI Bae is pretty fine and just got named “King of the North” thought you should know. Tyrion, who is like basically vice president, is like ya I remember Bae he was a kewl kid we met in Season 1. Obvi Khaleesi doesn’t know that Bae is her nephew yet but she’s like, well let’s invite him to hang out here but he’s got to #bowdownbitches to moi.

Later in the ep, we pop back by Dragonstone and Khaleesi is meeting with her peeps in the map room. Previously-traumatized Theon’s (PTT’s) sister is like we should launch our armies and dragons on Queen Pixie Cut (QPC) like right now please because she’s a shady bitch. And then the Sand Queen (she’s the one whose daughters are called the “Sand Snakes” and who stabbed her brother in law and took over down South last season) is like BTW I hate the Lannisters and my hubby got his head squeezed to death 2 seasons ago when he was defending YOUR honor, Tyrion and I’m not over it. And also Queen Makeunder’s (who got ‘sploded last season) grandma is there and she is like I miss my granddaughter and also you shouldn’t worry about burning up innocent people with dragons because QPC did it and now look at her!

Khaleesi is like I #respectmyelders but also, naw dawg. She decides PTT’s sis and Sand Queen will head down south and round up all of their troops together then they’ll attack QPC slowly because she can’t bring her Dothraki dudes and Unsullied troops over there it would be CHAOS. She does decide to send the unsullied troops to Tyrion’s hometown, Casterly Rock, to take that place over. Everyone is pretty on board with this plan except for Grandma so Khaleesi’s like DM- me, k? Khaleesi and grandma sit down and gma is like you should not trust Tyrion, this plan is dumb. Also, you ARE a dragon. And Khaleesi is like thnx for the inspo but.... I don’t wanna burn everyone up. 

Then, Khaleesi’s bestie/translator who is FLY AS HELL and has the coolest outfits and hairstyles, goes to talk to Greyworm, the leader of the unsullied army. These 2 have had the hots for eachother forever, so it’s no surprise when they FINALLY HOOKUP YAASSS GAGA! If you’ll recall the unsullied are all castrated as kids so he’s kinda embarrassed about his lack-of-package, but hottie translator is like NBD let’s do this. And so he, much like Jon Snow season 3, is like NBD lemme go down on you and she is LOVING IT. And it’s a great scene because we haven’t had nearly as much sensuality on GoT in the past few years and we needed it.

Let’s stop in Winterfell to check in on Bae and Sansa, shall we?

That letter that Khaleesi mailed to Bae has already arrived and Bae is like I know it’s legit because Tyrion put an inside joke in there that only he and I would get, OK? Sansa is like yep I was briefly married to Tyrion against both of our wills and he was v nice to me and treated me well. And No-Knuckles is there too and he’s like fire kills those ice zombies and dragons = fire and everyone is like sure but can we trust her?

Later in the ep, Bae gets the letter that his bestie, Sam, sent him in last week’s ep about how there’s heaps o’ dragonglass under dragonstone. Bae is like ok now that I’ve got these 2 very informative letters, I need to go see Khaleesi. All of his pals/ people loyal to him are like BAD IDEA, BAE don’t leave us we need you. And Sansa is like ya dude you can’t just leave and then no one’s in charge over here and he’s like LEAN IN GURL YOU DA KWEEN OF WINTERFELL. And she’s like I guess I never considered that but Ok, fine.

Then Bae stops by to visit their dad’s grave (well actually his uncle but he doesn’t know yet) and Littlefinger comes creepin’ around like hey remember how your stepmom was always mean to you? I was in love with her! And Bae’s like GTFO. And Littlefinger is like #you’rewelcome #dwaynetherockjohnsoninmoana  for helping you win this place back last season. And Bae is like don’t touch Sansa, k?

WDTSEM? We’re supposed to think Sansa might just take Littlefinger’s advice and do some sort of plot to take over from Bae, especially now that they’re fighting on the regs and now she’s all in charge. Personally, I think Sansa is smarter than that and also she’s made it quite clear that she’s grossed out by Littlefinger, esp his obsession with her mom. WHO KNOWS what will happen, but this last scene is probably supposed to plant some seeds of doubt.

We briefly touch base in King’s Landing with QPC…

She’s sitting on the coveted throne-of-swords and telling people how awful Khaleesi is. She’s like ya…. She’s gonna burn y’all up with her dragons. And everyone is like but remember last season when you burned up half of this city? Sam’s dad is there and he was a major dick last season and nothing seems to have changed in that department. QPC’s bro/lover, Jamie, is like will you please fight for us? And he’s like I would but I promised that grandma (who is currently #teamKhaleesi) that I’d be loyal to her so… no. But Jamie is like well if you change your mind I can put you in charge and you can forget about grandma. He doesn’t seem convinced but we’ll see.

Later in the ep, QPC checks out some dragon skulls with the “maester” because now that Khaleesi has these dragons, she’s gotta figure something out. He shows her this giant crossbow/catapult thing he’s made that can kill dragons and she’s like wow kewl.

We also briefly check in with Sam in “Old Town”

He’s still interning at the maester-training-academy and he’s treating Khaleesi’s former bestie, Stoney, who has that terrible skin-turning-to-stone disease. Sam’s boss is like sorry, Stoney, you’re done-zo, you have to go live with the stonemen. And Sam is like hold up, you’re a Mormont? My old boss when I was in the celibate-dude-ice-wall-guarding-army was your dad and he was a badass. Also, I had to watch these creepy dudes stab him so I owe your fam. He tries to talk about cures for the Stone disease but his boss is like SHUT UP YOU’RE JUST AN INTERN!

So Sam comes back that night and is like ok would it be kewl with you if I perform surgery on you, Stoney? I am just an intern and I’ve never practiced this before but let’s try it. And then we have to watch a truly disgusting surgical-removal of stone-skin that honestly even writing about it I’m dry heaving.

Arya is still on the road, headed to kill QPC last we checked…

She stops in to this pub to see an old friend name HOT PIE (that’s his real name, not a nickname) who is a wonderful chef. She eats some of his bread and drinks some beer and he keeps asking her questions but she is REALLY EVASIVE and won’t look him in the eye. He asks about Ladyknight, who we know is now working for Sansa full time, but who previously was trying to find Arya too. Arya is like, ya, she found me but then I had to head east to the face-swapping-assassin-training-academy. And he’s like you should check out Winterfell because I know you’re secretly a Stark. And she’s like NO THANKS, the Boltons are in charge over there and I don’t wanna get skinned alive. And he’s like NAW BITCH your bro, Bae, is in charge over there now. Which I guess in all of her travels she still didn’t know this? IDK seems fishy. But then she’s getting ready to leave and is about to keep heading to kill QPC but then CHANGES HER MIND AND HEADS TOWARD WINTERFELL! It was a very sweet moment in the episode and full disclosure I did tear up a little.

WDTSEM? Arya, in her current life as an assassin, has lost some of her humanity, as shown when she can’t even look her old pal in the eye. But finding out that her bro is still alive and that her old home, Winterfell, is in the Starks’ hands again has changed her. After meeting Ed Sheeran last week and his whole crew who reminded her of the importance of home and being with family, she’s finally deciding there are more important things in life than revenge. Which is kind of sweet.

Later, she stops for the night and is trying to stay warm by a fire when her horse starts gettin’ real spooked. Suddenly a pack of giant wolves (which are totally her brand because #stark) surrounds her, and she realizes one of them is her old pet who she set free back in season 1. She’s like hey.... Remember me… we were friends? And the wolf is like ummm… new phone who dis? And she’s like please come with me, I’m headed home. But the wolf is like sorz, can’t. And she says “that’s not you.” IDK if she means this is literally not her old pet or if she’s saying this feral version of you with a pack of wolves is not the wolf I knew. It doesn’t take a TV genius to figure out wolf = Arya and she’s conflicted between her new “feral side” and her old, daughter of a Stark side.

Our last scene is A DOOZY and it takes place on the high seas…

PTT and his sis are headed south with the Sand Queen (SQ) lady per Khaleesi’s instructions. We get a quick scene with her daughters, the Sand Snakes, just to remind us they’re all badasses and then we check in on SQ, PTT and his sis. SQ is like why do you keep your bro around he’s always acting all previously-traumatized. And his sis is like he protects me, but SQ is like you don’t need protection… and she and the sis start touching each other. PTT is like that’s my cue to leave, but just as some hawt SQ on PTT-sis action is about to go down, their ship is under attack. PTT and sis head upstairs and it turns out their crazy Uncle has come to find them! 

He sets all of their ships on fire and is tearing through all of their armies. The Sand Snakes put up a fight but sadly are taken out one-by-one. SQ is captured and is like, please kill me, but they do not. Then PTT’s sis and uncle go head to head. PTT’s sis is a major badass but uncle crazy-pants has craziness on his side and also captures her. He’s holding her hostage, about to cut her throat, so PTT is like ummmmmm….idk what to do. He’s clearly having some serious PTSD, so rather than make any decision, he jumps off the boat. His sis seems v v disappointed because she was literally just bragging about how he can protect her. He survives but is last seen floating sadly, watching all of their ships burn and his sis get taken away…

WDTSEM? Remember last week when uncle crazy-pants came to see QPC and bragged about having 2 hands? Well he promised to bring her a gift, and while my initial guess that it would be some sort of dragon-horn was probably off, it seems like the gift he’s bringing are these hostages. He now has the Sand Queen and PTT’s sis, both of whom are v powerful players. Having them to bargain with will be very helpful for QPC, assuming that’s the plan.

Final thoughts:

This ep was actually pretty great, minus the disgusting amateur surgery scenes! The fight scene at the end clearly had a huge budget and it showed- the fiery sparks throughout the entire scene were so cool and we’ve never seen much fighting-at-sea (with ships v. ships instead of ships v. land). The CGI people really did a bang up job if you ask me! #nerdalert

Biggest surprise this ep: I did NOT see that whole attack at the end coming! Also, everything is happening so fast! Everyone is learning about everyone else so quickly. I feel like in past seasons it would have taken us 2 eps at least to get something in the mail but now the mail’s coming 2-3 times an ep!

Biggest letdown:I was hoping, based on the preview, that Bae would really come for Littlefinger and squeeze him real good, but he was pretty gentle. Shoulda known because Bae is not one to strangle willy-nilly but DAMN I am sick of listening to Littlefinger.

Important fashion moments: Khaleesi’s shiny black get up was pretty great and I’m coming around to Sansa’s weird chain necklace.

Who died this ep? The Sand Snakes (RIP) and a bunch of Iron-Islanders (PTT’s people) and probably some Dornish people too (SQ’s people)

Thanks for reading, tell your friends! Check in next week! 

[c-faline]

met you and now life means something

woke up late somewhere far away from home pockets empty wallet gone the sun is streaming all on down on my face

mommy: where are you? mommy: charlie mommy: CHARLIE mommy: CHARLIE WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU? mommy: you’re in so much trouble. get your butt back home right now mommy: charlie for the love of god mommy: i’m so worried mommy: your dad and i are cooking up something good to punish your ass mommy: you have by two to show your face

miles: bro. you’re so dead. miles: i’m selling all your vinyls.

charlie rolled over, groaning. what fucking time was it? and why was his fan off? wait...

charlie slowly looked to his right to see a girl sleeping angelically. that in itself wasn’t weird, he had people over all the time. but the color of the walls behind her were definitely not his walls. this wasn’t his room. and worst of all, he had no idea who was next to him.

snatching his phone from the floor, he scrolled through the fifty-seven texts he had received. starting at 8 am?!

he cursed under his breath and quickly replied to miles.

do not touch them. and please, i’m begging, cover for me. work dad a bit, he’ll lessen the sentence. i’ll buy you dessert.

okay, he had an hour to get... which fucking part of the city was he in?!

silently wincing, he shook the girl’s shoulder. “hey. hey, uh... miss?”

her eyes fluttered open and charlie’s mind went blank. she had such clear eyes. and her freckles were precious. and she had a cindy-lou nose. fuck.

“oh. hi, handsome.” she smiled. then not-so-subtly looked down at her clothes. charlie did the same. surprisingly, he had his underwear still on and she was in her panties and a crop top. that was a first, waking up in someone’s bed not naked.

it wasn’t unusual for charlie to wake up somewhere he shouldn’t be, but he never stuck around this late. and he usually remembered how he got there.

un-sticking his gaze from her gorgeous tummy, he met her eyes again and smiled. “hi. um, could you tell me which part of town i’m in?”

“brooklyn. did i get your name last night?”

charlie let out a breath, relieved that he wasn’t an asshole, and laughed a little. “if you did, then i don’t remember yours. i’m charlie.”

“cass. wait, we go to the same school, right? i’ve seen you around.”

“i think so. i’m a junior.”

“same.”

“nice to meet you, babe.”

“you too, angel face.”

“oh, i blush.”

“i can see it.”

charlie couldn’t see if his eyes were actually twinkling, but it sure did feel like it. she was... amazing. and he didn’t sleep with her? “so, what happened?”

“i remember drinking with someone at the club last night. must have been you.”

“oh yeah! we partied and then climbed the fire escape to... here, i guess.”

“the hickey on your neck probably means we made out. sorry. i’m a bit aggressive.”

charlie winked. “i remember loving that.... and then i remember you asked me about my rocco tattoo.”

“and then we started discussing religion! wow. what a great night.” she smirked and shook her head, stretching like a cat.

charlie watched her back curve, then returned to her eyes. he kept coming back to them. he gave a small smile. “i thought so.”

he could see her ears turn a little pink. he wanted to say something to maybe make her cheeks change too, but his phone vibrated in his hand.

miles: i can try, but she’s on a rampage and he’s not wanting to go near her.

“shit. fuck! okay, i’m really sorry, but i have to get to manhattan. my mom might actually castrate me. fastest way back?”

cass ran her tongue over her teeth, thinking about it. “really, only advice i have right now is avoid the bus. sorry, i’m still in sleep fog.”

charlie nodded in gratitude, buttoning his jeans. he didn’t even bother putting his shirt on. that was a precious second he didn’t have. “i’ll see you around school then.”

he heard her snort behind him. “if she keeps your balls in tact, maybe we can finish last night soon.”

charlie turned around at the door, surprise and glee all over his face. “oh yeah? you free tonight?”

she winked at him. “pick me up from the mud house at eight?”

“see you then,” he said, blowing a kiss. stepping out the door backwards, he turned around and nearly slammed into a grown man. “oops! sorry!”

the guy squinted at him, arms crossed, dark hair hanging in his face. charlie had faced too many protective fathers to be intimidated, but he still had enough sense to show respect. he dropped his shoulders and slid around barry.

just beyond them in the kitchen was another blond guy. he must be cass’ dad, because he was gorgeous also. so many pretty people in one apartment. the man waved at charlie in a much more welcoming way. “afternoon, cupcake! not staying for lunch?”

“thanks, but i can’t. sorry. gotta see what train i can catch. see ya around!” charlie ran to the front door.

“maybe next time,” theo cheered. charlie was out the door, but he heard the guy yip in pain. “ow! barry!”

“don’t encourage him, theo.”

charlie shook the last of the sleep out of his head as he jumped most of the stairs to the ground floor and raced onto the side walk. he pulled out his phone and nearly screamed at the time. he had half an hour.

if you’re gonna sell them, use some of the proceeds for my funeral please.