#but nah i just wanna put these dudes in situations now

[stoat-party]

Natural state of Fallout 3 fanfiction:

Wacky two-dimensional NPCs forced to bear witness in confused awe as a teenager wields insurmountable levels of power to decide their fates

Natural state of Fallout: New Vegas fanfiction:

Flawed and traumatized individuals and factions reckon with their histories and the sustainability of their existence in a post-apocalyptic world. Can humanity ever break the cycle of violence? Can we ever truly be free of our pasts? Do idealism and bravery make a long-term difference? And whatever the answers, can we truly live with ourselves when all is said and done?

Natural state of Fallout 4 fanfiction:

TWELVE COMPANIONS REACT TO IDOLIZED SOLE SURVIVOR SUDDENLY KISSING THEM ON THEIR SILLY LITTLE HEADS (NSFW)

[warping-realities]

Where Would You Rather Be? (Redux)

A collaboration with the amazing @johnbrand

“You know I love you, right?” Malcolm reaffirmed to his boyfriend. “And I’m here for you, babe.”

It had been a hell of a week for Shane. He had been living in the city for almost ten years now, moving there for college and then sticking around after graduation. It was a scary transition, but thanks to the quick friends he made, the ride was a bit easier. One of them, Shane’s freshman roommate—who he had lived with and then kept close since they met—got an eviction notice the week before. Shane had been as supportive as he could through the whole mess, but watching his buddy pack up and leave was a real kick in the gut. His friend would now be living hours away, no longer right next door.

Shane nodded his head, followed by a quick “Thanks, babe.”

“I’m happy to be the shoulder you can cry on, I know this sucks” Malcolm sympathized. “Still wanna grab dinner tonight? We can bail on the plans if you need some time.”

“Nah, I’ll be fine,” Shane said with a slight smile. “Plus, it’s our third anniversary—you’ve done more than your fair share, and I’m super grateful for that.”

Malcolm chuckled, quickly snatching Shane from behind. “Then maybe you’ll have to show some gratitude later tonight.”

Rolling his eyes, Shane still returned the passionate kiss from his boyfriend.

That night, he found himself back in his own home. After climbing a few flights of stairs, he was surprised to find his buddy’s old apartment door wide open. Curious, Shane peeked in, and without thinking twice, he stepped into the familiar space, now filled with unknown furniture, boxes, and other random junk scattered around.

Before he could snoop around, a voice from behind barked at him to move aside. “Get outta the way, bro!”

The rich baritone caught Shane so off guard that he jumped a bit, scurrying as a big dude stomped through the doorway before dropping a few boxes. At least six feet tall, the buff, masculine intruder immediately intimidated Shane. Shirtless, barefoot, and rocking some tiny shorts that could easily be mistaken for underwear. Probably due to the effort of hauling all those boxes, the muscular man gave off a strong, manly odor that quickly overwhelmed Shane’s senses. In fact, all of his senses, although he didn’t really realize it. The stranger smiled cockily, sizing Shane up with eyes glinting with mischief before speaking.

“Mind being useful and helping me organize the rest of my stuff?” the man asked. Shane, a bit freaked out by the pure masculinity in front of him, didn’t say a word. The guy didn’t need his response, though, knowing Shane would help him out no matter what. Shane couldn’t explain what came over him; his mouth was just hanging open while cardboard boxes were dumped into his waiting arms.

In minutes, he was soaked in sweat, having to peel off layer after layer of clothing as he helped the stranger organize the apartment. His mind screamed at the absurdity of the situation, yet he kept doing what the man asked him to do like a robot. After an hour of relentless work, the guy, noticing Shane’s drenched clothes, pulled out a change of clothes from one of the boxes still piled in a corner.

“Put these on, thank goodness I wear extra-large, bro, so they should fit your chubby ass!” he said, flexing his muscles and releasing another wave of that masculine musk from his armpits.

Drowsy Shane picked up the clearly unwashed tank top and gym shorts, reeking of that same animal musk but concentrated from days of use. That scent almost made him hurl.

“What are you waiting for, man? Put these on already. We still got work to do.”

Once again, not understanding why, Shane felt compelled to obey, stripping down in front of his new neighbor until he was left only in his underwear. He was already putting on his shorts when the man interrupted him.

“No, man, you gotta let the jewels breathe. Not that they take up much space, from what I can see, but there’s no reason to squeeze the poor things,” he quipped, bursting into laughter, and Shane, even without getting the joke, found himself laughing along. When he was finally dressed in the provided clothes, completely engulfed by the animalistic smell, the man approached him with a grin.

“Back to work, man, a little more exercise and maybe you’ll fill out those clothes just right,” he said with a smirk. Shane just nodded and kept working.

Before he knew it, another two hours had flown by, and the apartment now had a minimally organized look, unlike the previous chaos. The night fully enveloped the dimly lit room.

“Martin,” the mysterious man finally offered his name, alongside a giant meaty hand that crushed Shane’s. “Are you my new neighbor?”

“Uh... yeah,” Shane finally spoke, pointing to the wall their apartments would share.

“Cool, bro,” Martin replied. “Wanna chill on the balcony with me for a bit?”

Shane checked his watch, noting that there was still some time before he had to get ready for his dinner date. “Sure.” Following the muscular alpha outside, Shane took a seat on the wicker couch while waiting for Martin. He did his best to plan out the remaining time he had. Not realizing that the tight outfit now seemed to hang off his body, which in the last few hours had shed a good amount of fat while gaining a little muscle, revealing a face that was somewhere between cute and handsome.

“Sit over there,” Martin directed as he stepped onto the balcony. Shane didn’t think twice about getting up and moving aside so Martin could sit on the couch. It wasn’t until he moved to the other side of the coffee table that Shane realized Martin wanted him to sit on the deck.

“That’s right, faggot. Sit in front of my feet,” Martin said, the friendly smile fading from his face as he propped his giant, smelly feet up on the table.

Shane was shocked, offended by his neighbor’s sudden bigotry. The lame joke about the size of his dick was one thing, but this vocabulary was degrading and... the smell of a full day’s work was coming off those giant boards Martin called feet. And Shane train of thought completely derailed. So he did as he was told, taking his seat in front of the two massive soles placed before him. Somewhat exasperated by the incomprehensible actions he had taken up until that point and anxious not to miss his meeting with his boyfriend, Shane shifted uncomfortably in the awkward spot, to the point that Martin himself noticed.

“You got any plans tonight, fag?” Martin questioned.

In a flustered, embarrassed, and strangely lustful state, Shane answered, “Yeah, I have an anniversary dinner with my boyfriend.”

Martin snickered. “And when is that?”

“I should start getting ready in 10 minutes,” Shane’s response was robotic. “I’ve gotta shower, get dressed, wrap my present, and then travel.”

Martin mulled this over for a bit, relishing the fact that Shane would wait for his next prompt. He was completely overtaken by the scent that wafted from the other man. Martin’s natural musk and body odor held an authority over him like nothing else ever had.

“Let me make you a deal, faggot,” Martin finally said. “You can bounce now, get ready, and have a great night with your loving boyfriend. Or you can stay seated right where you are, at the feet of a straight man, waiting for my next command and finally discover what it’s like to be a real man!”

Shane didn’t reply, shocked by what Martin was insinuating. With casual indifference, Martin wiggled his toes in front of Shane, knowing the silence was already his answer. But in true alpha fashion, Martin made sure to hammer his superiority home.

“Where would you rather be, faggot?” he asked, with his feet releasing another wave of potent funk towards an already completely subdued prey.

They stayed there without saying a word: Martin laid-back, comfortable, and minding his own business, and Shane at his feet. Neither got up as time ticked by. In his head, Shane’s plans slowly morphed. He didn’t need to wrap Malcolm’s present, he didn’t need to shower, he didn’t even need to change. Eventually, the anniversary dinner came and went, and Shane was still at the feet of the straight man.

“Well, now that you’ve made your choice I gotta keep my promise, right, sissy boy? But to be my bro, you gotta become a real man, don’t you, Shotgun?”

“My name is…”

“Shut up, sissy boy. You’ll be able to talk when you’re a man and have a place to sit by my side, not at my feet!”

Imbued by Martin’s potent scent and words of dominance, Shane fell silent.

“I don’t give a damn what you were known for, Shotgun,” Martin retorted, making the smaller man shiver at the sound of that nickname. “I don’t care about your art degree or the lame job you do or the degenerate things you do with your fag boyfriend. And that doesn’t matter to you either, Shotgun, because it’s not real, but what I’m gonna tell you now is that it is real, and your jelly brain is gonna do its best to make it happen.” The man concluded, lifting both arms and releasing the most powerful wave of musk yet, taking Shane... or Shotgun?... what kind of name is that? That didn’t matter, only the wave of nauseating smell that invaded him.

“Take it like a man, Shotgun,” Martin ordered, and he obeyed. “What you’re gonna do is very simple, I want you to think about all the jocks who humiliated you in school, the fraternity brothers who often give each other nicknames just like yours, Shotgun, which you certainly mocked but deep down envied. I want you to think about all the real men you and your faggot friends called toxic behind their backs without having the guts to face them. I want you to picture yourself as one of them, with all the stereotypes of white cis straight men, yada yada yada bullshit that your liberal faggot mind has stored. I want you to take all their traits and slap them on yourself. Habits, behavior, conduct, appearance, desires, thoughts, everything! Yeah, everything you think about guys like me applied to you. When you’re done, Shotgun, then we’ll talk man to man, and only then I’ll wanna know more about my new bro. A bro who scored this awesome apartment for a fellow frat brother moving across the country as soon as he heard someone just like him was moving here, just for the spirit of brotherhood that exists between real men that your old self would never have been able to grasp! Do it now!

The wave of nausea hit its peak; Shane felt the vomit rising in his throat but held it back, swallowing it down again, while another sensation took over his head, a feeling of being invaded and violated, his mind dominated by a relentless buzz, his vision flooded with a myriad of colors, while his whole body itched as if a million ants were crawling over him. The whole situation was overwhelming. And it got worse when his memories and recollections started to twist and reform, everything he was being tangled up in a whirlwind of misinformation. He found himself facing several traumatic situations from his life, but in reverse roles; the bullying he suffered turning into the bullying he practiced, the sports activities observed from afar being felt and lived, the toxic behavior going from being judged to being experienced and appreciated. And with that, new memories surfacing, time in the gym sculpting his body to perfection, nights of sex with various women whose names he didn’t even remember, his work at the art gallery replaced by a finance job earned not through talent but through connections made via his fraternity brothers. At last the image of Malcolm, the great love of his life, being erased. In an internal scream of despair, he tried to cling to that safe harbor, but that ship had already sailed to new waters, taking with it his humility, knowledge, empathy, and kindness. Leaving only inflated self-confidence, privilege, and respect only for those he considers equal or superior.

As the night wore on and Shane’s inner turmoil reached its peak, his exterior was undergoing its own transformation. His muscles were going into overdrive. They just kept contracting and expanding. Over and over. Lost in jumbled thoughts, he couldn’t feel his bones stretching longer. But each one was stretching out to its new length, growing denser to support his new weight. His average build quickly disappeared as muscle packed onto his recent lean frame. Little by little, he felt constricted by Martin’s clothing. The shirt pulled at his chest and shoulders while the shorts barely contained his thick, muscular ass, with his thighs growing like tree trunks, stretching the fabric to its limit. His shoulders broadened, turning into large round orbs jutting from his sides. Two mighty pecs pushed a bit in front of him while a firm set of abs grew more defined right underneath. His biceps bulged out of his arms while his forearms widened to support the new strength building within him. Amid the chaos of conflicting memories, his average-sized dick, the butt of Martin’s jokes, quickly grew to new heights. What had been his maximum hard was now his flaccid member. His calves grew to the size of most men thighs. Meanwhile, his feet grew well beyond the previous size 8, increasing to the point of competing with Martin’s stinky paws, which had to be at least size 13. The changes also hit his face, which took on a more squared-off, rugged look, with his button nose growing and turning into an aquiline nose that could’ve easily been broken in a fight, which only reinforced the raw masculinity taking over from his previous cuteness.

Finally, a smile formed on his chiseled face, oozing confidence and displaying his internal arrogance for all to see.

Seeing that smile appear, Martin knew his work was nearly done. And when that new Shane let out a fart and a burp, he knew it was all over. Feeling that new putrid smell mix with his own musk, he turned to the other man.

“Damn, Shotgun, you’re rank!”

“I didn’t get the name Shotgun Shane for nothing, man; it was for the shots I could take back in college, but I almost got called Stinkbomb for what I let out. Now, if you’re gonna complain about the smell, you better get those damn feet outta my face!” Shane shot back, his arrogant smile widening. This made Martin lift his feet off Shane’s face while cracking up.

“I knew we’d be best bros the moment we met, Shotgun,” he said, admiring the result of his handiwork.

“Me too, bro; way better having you as a neighbor than that faggot who lived here before.”

“If you compare me to some queer again, I’m gonna mess you up.”

“You can try!” Shane replied, flexing one of his powerful arms before continuing. “But you’re right, there’s no comparison, dude. To make it up to you, how about I take you to check out the hottest club in town? Celebrate the move by picking up some chicks?”

“Now you’re speaking my language, bro!”

….

Martin hated waiting on others, even though he himself had no problem showing up late. Apparently, Shane inherited that same trait during his transformation. The other man had gone home, took forever in the shower, and then posted some pretty provocative videos on his social media. The first one showed off his well-developed muscles while he seductively invited all the girls interested in him to meet him and his best bro at a city club.

In the second video, he just slid the camera down, revealing the huge package he had stuck in his underwear. All of this under the suggestive caption, “You really gonna miss this?”

Martin was super stoked with the results of his actions. Moving to a new city was tricky, but having a bro made it a whole lot easier, no matter that bro had been crafted by him. Still, he wondered if he hadn’t put too much of himself into the other man while he waited for him with a frown and his arms crossed. After a reasonable amount of waiting, he saw the gigantic figure strutting toward him down the first-floor corridor and was sure he had indeed put too much of himself into the other man, which could lead to some friction in the future when they had to sort out their power dynamics, but at that moment, that didn’t matter; he just wanted to have a good time, and there wouldn’t be better company than someone who was practically him in another body.

That became even clearer when Shane stopped in front of his irritated face and flexed his muscles playfully.

“What’s with the ugly mug, dude? You wanna throw down?”

“The ugly mug is because you took your sweet time, Shotgun! And you can joke all you want, but you can’t compete with this,” he replied, flexing one of his powerful arms. “Now let’s go after some hot chicks, or what?”

….

Malcolm didn’t quite know why he was in that dump of bigotry and toxicity. He just felt like something was missing and couldn’t quite put his finger on what. His trip to the place was the result of an Instagram video where one of the typical patrons invited all the interested bitches to come on down. Malcolm didn’t consider himself a bitch and usually would’ve laughed if someone said he might be into a dude like that, yet here he was. Knowing he had no chance of getting close to that man radiating toxicity. But only when he saw that self-proclaimed Shotgun Shane chatting up a hot young woman did something stir within him, a memory of a passionate kiss shared just that morning.

“S-Shane…?” he murmured, though he didn’t know exactly who this man was, he felt something deeply wrong was going on. While he stood there, dumbfounded, the man made his move and kissed the woman, which made him decide to leave the place as he was hit by another wave of strangeness and sadness mixed together.

However, he wasn’t the only one watching the scene; on the other side of the club, Martin saw his supposed wingman score before he did.

“Damn, I really put too much of myself in that dude,” he muttered as he weaved through the crowd. That’s when he saw Malcolm hurrying along with a look of confusion.

Well, if his wingman bailed on him, he could just make another one, right? It’s not like there was a shortage of material to work with, as that other faggot’s presence left abundantly clear. He just needed to be a bit more careful not to overdo it again, although he didn’t really have that refined of a control over the final result, and the most likely outcome would be ending up with another bro exactly like him. But he didn’t care that much; to him, there wouldn’t be better company than his own, and if someone asked him where and with whom he rather be, the answer would always be the same, he thought, smiling as he approached his future bro.

[goatcheesecak3]

I hate you too Pt.3

Adam Faulkner-Stanheight x reader

Warnings: alcohol, brief mentions of nsfw

Fic type: angst, fluff

Summary: both trying to wrap your heads around the situation, you and Adam each reach out to your friends.

A/n: hello!! Probably the last part to this short series, I've had fun writing it though! Maybe I'll try a Lawrence fic next??? Who knows. Anyways, enjoy! :^)

Your heart sank. What the hell kind of sick game was Adam playing with you? Hooking up was one thing, but you'd both poured your hearts out to eachother, you though you had a real connection. You wiped tears from your eyes and gritted your teeth in anger. You needed a friend, a distraction. You called Mark.

"H- hey Mark" you spoke into the phone, sniffling a little and hoping it didn't sound like you'd been crying.

"What's up, y/n?" His voice sounded cheery.

"Look, I don't wanna put you on the spot or anything, man, but I uh... I'm having kinda a bad day, I was wondering if I could come over?"

"Hey, you know you're welcome anytime. Scott's coming over later to watch this lame slasher movie I picked up, it's gonna be a hoot. You should join us!"

His kindness was so jarring I'm contrast to the cold, unfeeling text you'd just recieved from Adam. It almost made you tear up again, but you held it together long enough to set a time, before hanging the phone up.

You made yourself a rather exquisite breakfast consisting of a cigarette, a beer, and several more cigarettes. Following this, you drifted in and out of sleep on the couch while watching episodes of beavis and butthead, and trying your hardest not to think about Adam.

When 6pm rolled around, you finally got yourself dressed and headed out to Mark's apartment.

...

After sending you that awful text, Adam had fallen asleep for a few hours. When he awoke, it was the evening. Despite a full day's rest, he didn't feel any better, in fact, he felt much worse. He knew he'd fucked up, he'd let himself step too far and now he was pretty sure your entire friendship was out the window, let alone any chance at a relationship. He knew deep down this was for the best, or at least he thought so? His head was swimming and he really couldn't make much sense of the whole situation. He had to bite the bullet, and call in for reinforcements in the form of his friend Scott. Adam knew full well that revealing the events that had transpired to Scott would come with a barrage of jokes and teasing, but at the end of it all, Scott was his friend and he'd help him make sense of it all.

...

"Yeah, I can meet you bro. I'm going to Mark's to watch this lame movie, I'll come pick you up and we can talk on the way. We're long overdue for a guy's night"

"Thanks, Man. Yeah, a guy's night sounds good"

Adam was beyond relieved that it would just be the three of them, he couldn't bear to face you right now.

At half six, Scott's beat up old Ford pulled up outside Adam's building, to find him already waiting on the curb, a cigarette hanging from his lips.

"You got one of them for me?" Scott grinned as Adam climbed in.

"Always" Adam obliged, handing Scott a cigarette.

"So," Scott pulled off with a screech, "What did you wanna talk about?"

"It's about y/n"

"What, you hittin that or something?" Scott teased.

Adam's unexpected silence answered that question, as he shifted awkwardly in his seat.

"No. Way. No fuckin WAY dude. Mark totally owes me 50 bucks" Scott gave Adam an affectionate punch in the arm, briefly averting his gaze from the road to see what he expected to be a smug grin plastered across Adam's face. Instead, however, Adam's face told a story of guilt and confliction.

"What? You didn't her pregnant did you?" He sounded genuinely concerned.

"Nah man, nothing like that. It's just... ugh, I don't know, I think I like her? But like, I'd just break her heart if I went there" Adam stared straight ahead as he spoke.

"You don't know that, man just tell her how you feel. At the very least you'll get to see her naked a couple more times before you completely fuck it up." It seemed that Scott possessed the incredible ability to never take anything seriously.

"Yeah... I don't think i can do that. Like, I think I've pretty much nailed that coffin shut"

"Well you certainly nailed something," Scott held out his fist to Adam and grinned to himself.

"Dude, I'm serious"

"So am I! Dude, emotional bullshit aside, y/n's a fuckin smokeshow, and I'm proud of my boy for his achievements"

Adam bit the insides of his cheeks, but couldn't help the smile from creeping across his face. He knew the whole macho bullshit thing was gross and childish, but admittedly, he was kinda proud of himself for sleeping with you. He bumped Scott's fist.

"There he is" Scott chuckled, "so, now that we've got all this acting like a pussy out the way, you're gonna pick up your phone, call y/n and tell her 'I'll be at your place later with condoms and viagra, chug a couple energy drinks 'cause we're gonna go all night'" he joked.

"You know, I think that approach might be a little full on" Adam laughed. "But you're right, I gotta stop being a little bitch about this and tell her how I feel"

"Awesome. Me and Mark can help you plan how you're gonna do it tonight, but you owe us another guy's night if we do"

"How come?"

"Because you're totally acting like a chick"

"Shut up, man. You're an asshole, you know that?"

...

You'd been at Mark's apartment for a little while already, drinking beer and waiting for Scott to arrive.

"Does he know I'm gonna be here?" You asked casually

"You know, totally slipped my mind to tell him. Hell be here any minute, so I guess he'll find out when he arrives" Mark smiled.

As if to punctuate that sentence, the unmistakable sound of Scott's loud footsteps approached the apartment door, followed by a hefty knock.

Mark opened the door, to see both Scott and Adam waiting.

"Oh hey! Guess the whole gang's here" Mark smiled.

The two men entered the apartment, Adam's expression slowly turning to one of dread when he saw you sat on the couch.

"What the hell is he doing here?!"

"What the hell is she doing here?!" The pair of you exclaimed at the same time.

"Oh come on, not this again. Guys, just sit down, relax, have a few beers. I'm too tired to watch you two fight all night" Mark rolled his eyes.

"Won't be necessary" you said coldly, rising to your feet and attempting to barge your way past the men and out of the apartment.

"Ohhhh I don't think so, little lady" Scott scoffed, blocking your exit.

"Scott, I'm warning you, you know I could kick your ass" you bit.

"Be that as it may, you and Adam got a lot to talk about. Now Mark and I are gonna leave for a while, give you two some privacy, and you're gonna solve this" Scott said. Seeing Scott be the voice of reason was like seeing a unicorn, you couldn't believe your eyes.

"Why should I leave? This is my apartment?" Mark argued as Scott ushered him out

"Because you're gonna head down to the ATM and withdraw that 50 bucks you owe me"

"What?" The realisation set in and he turned to face you and Adam, "you two? No WAY!"

"Have funnnnn" Scott mocked in a sing-song voice as he guided a gobsmacked Mark out of the apartment, closing the door behind them on their way out.

The apartment was silent now, you and Adam both stood, stunned, staring blankly at eachother. You would have kept this stand off going on forever, if you weren't so drained. You threw yourself down onto the couch and sighed exasperatedly.

"This is so fucking humiliating" you muttered under your breath.

Adam sat beside you. You held your head in your hands, eyes glued to the floor, but you could feel Adam's gaze burning into you.

"Y/n, I-"

"No, it's fine, like I get it. Last night was a mistake, it didn't mean anything. You don't have to tell me again." You snapped, not wanting to relive the heartbreak.

Adam exhaled

"I didn't mean that" he said quietly, his voice sounding shameful.

Suddenly, something inside you snapped. You were furious, he'd completely devasted you, and now he'd changed his mind?

"Then what the fuck do you mean?!" You blurted angrily, "you hate me one minute, you like me the next. What the actual fuck is your problem, Adam? What is it you want? Because in case you hadn't realised, you've given me some pretty mixed signals in the last 24 hours!"

"I want you!" He yelled "I mean.. I want to be able to want you" his voice was soft, gentle even.

Yours was not.

"Oh my fucking GOD. Do you only talk in riddles or something? What next, do I need to solve a fucking treasure hunt to find your missing brain?!"

"Y/n, no, please just listen.. okay? I just- man I thought I'd have time to plan this" he exclaimed to himself, throwing his arms up in the air.

"Look, if I don't get a straight answer in the next five minutes I'm walking out that door" you said, calmer now.

"Okay.. okay.." Adam breathed slowly, he seemed to be trying to find the words.

"Look," he began, "I'm in the weirdest place emotionally right now, I've always struggled with being vulnerable, but I mean, I'm so much worse these days. Ever since... well, you know..." he bit the inside of his lip and looked ahead, his eyes filled with sadness.

"I'm still trying to get myself back, and I don't know if the part of me that can let people in is ready.

If I let you in right now, I'm scared that I'll only hurt you further down the line, and I could never ask you to just wait around for me to get better."

He stared at the floor and sighed, feeling quite sorry for himself.

You considered what he had said for a moment, before finally speaking, much gentler this time.

"So get better now"

"What? Y/n, it's mot that simple"

"Yes, Adam, it is that simple" you said, your tone kind, but firm. "You say you're trying to get better at letting people in, and in the last 24 hours you've been more emotionally honest with your arch nemesis than you would ever imagine. Sure, it doesn't exactly scream stability, but that's part of the process. You're making progress" you took Adam's hand and brushed your thumb across his skin reassuringly.

"It's not gonna be easy, but if you don't take this chance and let me in then you're not moving forward".

Adam let out a half hearted chuckle, and wiped a few tears he hoped you hadn't seen from his eyes.

"I hate the fact that you're always right"

"Get used to it" you smiled warmly, giving him a playful nudge.

"Okay... so in the spirit of moving forward" he gulped, "would you uhh... be free for date sometime?"

He smiled sheepishly, nervously fidgeting with the sleeve of his jacket. You noticed that his eyes seemed to look extra sparkly, as if there was hope and excitement in them for the first time in a while.

"I'm free right now" you giggled, placing your hand on Adam's cheek and leaning in to kiss him.

Adam's hands held onto your waist as he leaned into the kiss, gradually pushing you back onto the sofa. He kissed you deeper now, more hungrily, his fingertips were just brimming the hem of your shirt, when...

"Aaaand the two of you can go continue that "date" literally anywhere but my sofa" Mark exclaimed, bursting into the apartment, Scott following giggling like a schoolboy.

"Were you assholes listening through the door?!" You squealed, jumping up and adjusting your shirt.

"Hey, I didn't wanna, but Mark needed proof that he lost the bet!" Scott laughed, barely able to contain himself.

"Dude! Come on, that was priv- wait.. what bet?" You asked, more curious than annoyed by this point.

"I bet Mark that you and Adam secretly liked eachother, and now I'm 50 bucks richer" Scott said proudly.

"Never would've imagined you guys together" Mark admitted, "but you know what, I like this little dynamic. It's sweet, or at least it is when you're not tryna bang on my couch" he teased.

"Sorry about that, man" Adam chuckled, his cheeks reddening.

"Now, come on you crazy kids," Scott said, in a slightly patronising, but good natured tone, "get your asses down to some restaurant or something where you can sit and make googly eyes at eachother before me and Mark throw up"

...

You and Adam walked down the street after leaving Mark's apartment. Your hands brushed against eachother, and without words they were interlinked. Just to think, a couple days ago you would have thrown up at the thought of holding Adam's hand, but now it was all you wanted to do.

"So... a restaurant, huh?" Adam said, swinging your arms slightly.

"Hm" you tilted your head, "orrrrr... we could head back to mine, crack open a bottle of wine on the balcony... maybe fool around a little?" You looked at Adam with a cheeky grin.

"God, you just get me" Adam laughed, placing his free hand on your waist and planting a soft kiss onto your lips.

And it was indeed, a perfect date.

[l0vem41l]

Can I request a Jonathan ohnn or Spot fic with a one bed trope. I need some fluff with this dude

one bed.

「 tws + notes: no tws, unedited asf, reader and johnathan are awkward, pre-collider, it's silly, fluff (???), I ACC LOVE THIS TROPE... FORCE THE PROXIMITY!!! 」

「 gn!reader, can be platonic or romantic <3 」

↳ ft. the spot/johnathan ohnn

author's note: YES!!! tried 2 write with less story and more,, headcanon-y cuz im low on brain juice,,, so sorry!!! o(ˉ▽ˉ；)ブ

▸ whatever scenario has brought you to the situation you are now in, he will adamantly refuse when you offer to sleep on the floor, too concerned for your comfort to let you do such a thing for him.

will NOT suggest that the two you share the bed though. not outright at least.....

▸ will kinda look at you for a moment like "ohhh whatever shall we dooooo?" like boy,,,, ur UNSUBTLE.

▸ when you suggest it (trying to find a compromise where both of are comfortable), he's not quick to accept. yes, he wants to SAY YES, but he'll act apprehensive about it, just so he doesn't seem too eager.

doesn't wanna make it off-putting to you or make you feel uncomfortable, so he'll act like he need to think about for a bit. asks you a few hundred times if you're really okay with it.

the minute he does agree, he instantly promises you plenty of space, as much blanket as you want– and will even set up a pillow barrier.

▸ "dude."

"hm?" he's halfway to organizing the extra pillows to divide his space on the bed from yours. he seems determined with the task at hand, not even looking up at you when you speak.

you're unsure whether to sigh or laugh at his antics. "don't overthink it, johnathan. it's fine."

his shoulders visibly relax at the assertion that you're okay with it. he glances up, sheepishly meeting your eyes. "oh... yeah- yeah, you're right. sorry. hold on."

a light chuckle escapes your lips, as you help him rearrange the pillows, tearing down the barrier. "nah. it's okay."

your hands brush as you both reach for the same pillow and he looks up at you biting the inside of his cheek and desperately trying to Act Normal

▸ once you've both gotten ready and are actually in bed, you can FEEL the tension in the room. it's a horrible silence where both of you are holding your breath, waiting for the other to say something.

you're lying on your side, facing away from him, while johnathan lies on his back. he's praying you can't hear the loud pounding of his heart.

you can't. you're too occupied being anxious about whether he notices you're practically vibrating out of sheer nervousness.

▸ eventually, you feel his gaze on the back of you head and decide to break the silence.

"...you uh... comfortable?" you mutter over to him, not turning around.

he nods, thoughtless, forgetting you aren't exactly facing him. "you?"

you're unsure of what to say. the answer is a loud, honest, and resounding "no," and not because of him– not really– but because man, this would be a lot more comfortable if you weren't afraid to accidentally brush against each other's shoulders.

it would definitely prevent you from falling off the bed- which you were almost guaranteed to do in this position.

your silence is enough for him.

"you can move in closer. if you want. not- not if you don't want to, of course. just for your sake. you're practically clinging to the edge."

"yeah, no shit."

▸ as you shift closer to him– much closer than he expected, he shuts his eyes.

"okay so... goodnight."

your eyes flutter shut as well, murmuring a "goodnight" in response under your breath.

-

waking up is easily the worst part.

the golden rays of sun spill through the gap between the curtains and you groan, about to turn over and bury your face in the pillow.

you begin your attempt– but then freeze, realizing his arms are wrapped around you and his cheek is smushed against your shoulder.

he probably isn't the only one who moved in his sleep, considering you're comfortably nestled against his side.

this snaps you almost wide awake, unsure of what to do as you lay as still as possible, trying not to wake him up.

part of you wants to save him the embarrassment and just gently nudge him off of you and wake up later to pretend like nothing happened– but he stirs in his sleep as you make an attempt to gently move his arm. you feel your jaw tense– but as he settles back into full unconsciousness, you let out a small breath of relief.

silently, you held a hope that maybe he'd move on his own if given enough time.

...

any minute now.

... ...

any minute now.

oop– he shifted!! and...

okay, still no.

... ... ... this is getting tedious. you're heart is racing like you're watching a horror movie, waiting for a jumpscare to occur.

instead, he nuzzles his cheek into your shoulder.

great.

▸ you settle on accepting your fate, attempting to fall back asleep. then, when he wakes up– he'll deal with the embarrassment of the whole thing himself! you'll just move on like this whole thing never even happened, and things will be fine.

yeah. right.

▸ you do in fact, manage to fall asleep again.

you don't... wake up in time after that. in fact, it's well past the time you're supposed to wake up when you're nudged from your peaceful state.

"helloo?... hey," johnathan says your name, in a way where you can tell he's trying to be sweet in order not to invoke any morning wrath, "time to get up."

he shakes your shoulder gently. you groan, suppressing the urge to toss the pillow you're resting on in his face.

except you open your eyes and realize you are in fact– surprise, surprise– not sleeping on a pillow. your head had been rested on his arm. when this happened, you don't know.

"please? i–" johnathan pauses, moving his fingers as if to check if they were still working "...wow, that– that is numb. i actually can't feel my arm anymore."

you immediately shoot up, sitting upright in the bed, mortified.

"i'm so sorry." you sputter, your face getting hotter by the minute. he shakes his head, trying to find words to say.

"no, no, no! you looked comfortable, i didn't want to wake you up, i should be sorry."

none of you are discussing the fact that you two were just cuddling. might as well be kissing the homies gn smh /j

you try not to think about it as he buys you breakfast as an indirect apology for the little incident. part of you thinks it's great to get possibly the most comfortable sleep in your life and then wake up to a free breakfast.

the more rational part of you is completely and utterly humiliated.

but a teeny tiny voice in your brain says maybe you wouldn't have minded if it happened again,,, even without the free breakfast part

as for johnathan? he's secretly hoping there won't ever be enough beds for the two of you ever again.

– reblogs always appreciated!

[slamminslamminmcgill]

dropped an ask then had a lightbulb moment so you get to hear it. what do you think about a reader with a Nacho n Lalo sharing situation? Lalo going a bit rough one time [thinking the dacryphilia one!!!!!!!!!], Nacho hearing n coming in n mediating, trying to give the reader comfort by petting their hair or murmuring to them through it, but Lalos busy using them to get off saying “pshhhh it’s fine” n having his way til they’re overstimmed, sobbing into Nachos lap until Lalo finishes, all of them knowing the reader doesn’t get to come even if Lalo goes for round 2 […but maybe Nacho will fix that later ;)]

NACHO GIRLIES I PROMISED I WOULD FEED YOU!!!!!! haven't written him AT ALL since jefe (and he was just There 🧍‍♂️) so this been a long time coming 😌 hehe cumming giggity

this ended up being really long so i put it under a cut. i actually wanted to keep going w/ this so i may add on to it and put it on ao3 later 😳

combining w/ this ask

warning: dacryphilia, degradation, orgasm denial, dubcon

anatomical terms: cunt/dick (reader's), coño/cunt/cock/verga (nacho's), dick/cock (lalo's)

Lalo had invited you and Nacho into his home, welcoming you with open arms. He gave you the grand tour, proclaiming that you both would live like kings in your time with him, and you could see why. His house practically was a heavily guarded castle; only thing missing was a moat. He had introduced you to his staff, his people, and they all were so excited to have you. They seemed like a genuinely nice bunch.

You wondered if they could hear you right now.

They probably could. You weren't exactly quiet, quite the opposite, actually. You were wailing and blubbering as Lalo pounded into your cunt, his coke nails leaving indents in your skin as he gripped the back of your knees.

You were choking back tears, snot, and your orgasm as you begged for lenience. “Lah… *sniff* Lah-loh… Lalo, Lalo, Lalo... Too… *hic* Too much… I can't..."

"Yes you can," Lalo answered for you, "You can take it. You wanna be a good boy for me, right? Then you have to wait for me to tell you. We're not done yet."

You whined and moaned as he continued his onslaught. You were loud. Loudly sobbing and sniffling as he thrusted into you. Loud squelching and skin slapping reverberated around the room. You remembered all those kind people he introduced you to today, and you prayed to God that they were all asleep. You wouldn't be able to bear the humiliation otherwise.

Luckily, they all were. But someone else wasn't.

Nacho couldn't get a wink of sleep. First from anxiety, and then because he heard something. Something that sounded serious. Stupidly, he went to go investigate. He rubbed his eyes, blinded by the light as he cracked open the door to Lalo's room. “Hey, is everything alright? I thought I heard someone cry-" Once he took his hand away from his face, he was then blinded by the traumatizing (to him at least) sight of Lalo Salamanca's bare ass. "Oh my GOD, dude, really?!”

You yelped and buried your face in your hands, embarrassed to be so exposed. Lalo didn’t care. He didn't slow down. He didn’t even turn to look at Nacho. “That’s what happens when you don’t knock, cabrón (asshole)!” He laughed.

“Shit, man, I thought I heard someone crying and…” Nacho got a better look at you and stopped short. Someone was crying. You were crying. What the fuck? What the hell was going on? Was this even consensual? Had Lalo been violating you the whole time you three had worked together? He gulped in fear and tried in vain to question his boss, “Aren’t you going too hard, you think?”

“Nah, he’s fine. He can take it. He likes it rough.” Lalo grunted. He hoisted your legs up onto his shoulders, and used one of his now free hands to reach behind him and beckon Nacho over. “Debes venir aquí y míralo. Verás que lo quiero decir. Él es un putito sucio, no te preocupes. (You should come and watch. You’ll see what I mean. He’s a dirty little slut, don't you worry.)” Lalo stopped moving his hips and pulled your hands away to get your attention. “Look! Say hi to Nachito!" He made you wave at him. "He’s gonna come watch for a bit. You must've been pretty loud to make him worry about you, eh? He just wants to make sure that you’re okay. Can he watch? Just for a little while, nene (baby), I promise.”

Your cheeks were bright red and boiling hot, tears bubbling down that did nothing to quench the flame. You looked over at Nacho, who had a look of genuine concern on his face, and then back up at Lalo, who looked cheery as ever. You sniffled and stuttered your answer, "O-Okay..."

Lalo cackled. "Alright! Now it's a party!" He glanced over his shoulder back at Nacho. "C'mon! Get over here. I won't bite! Well, not you at least. Unless you want me to." He winked and clicked his tongue at him.

Nacho sighed, really regretting his decision to be the hero right about now. Had he just chosen to mind his own business, he could’ve been lying in his room, maybe even asleep and oblivious, getting some decent fucking shut-eye for the first time in his goddamn life. Instead, his big mouth had bought him the brilliant responsibility of babysitting his batshit crazy boss’s bedroom behavior. He could rob the Patrón distillery and it wouldn’t get him enough alcohol to drink this memory away. He approached the bed begrudgingly, arms crossed over his chest. "How do you want me?"

Lalo's hands snuck around your waist and lifted you up, pressing your chest against his own. He spoke to Nacho as if you weren't even there. "Sit behind him. I’ll put him in your lap. And be nice to him, okay? He’s sensitive."

The irony of that statement was not lost on Nacho. He rolled his eyes as he climbed onto the bed, sitting down behind you criss-cross applesauce, y'know, as you do in a completely normal situation like this. Lalo laid you down gently so your head could rest in the other's lap, just like he said. Nacho brushed your hair out of your face, and as your eyes met his, his expression went from frustration to trepidation. At least, that's it looked like upside down. He didn't want to risk making things worse for you, so he mouthed the words: Are you okay? You nodded, and that seemed to relax him a little.

"See? There we go! Everything's fine." Lalo cooed and caressed your cheek. "Are you ready, conejito (bunny)?"

Nacho cringed at the pet name, but you loved it. "Mhm..." you whispered.

Having gotten the green light, Lalo took hold of your thighs, pushed them up to your chest, and got back to work, recklessly pistoning his hips into you like you were nothing more than a hole for him. Like you were a sex doll, a tiny little thing that he could manipulate however he wanted, however would make him feel the best. The new position let him reach even deeper, making you cry even harder. "Ah! Lalo! Lalo! Mmh! F-Fu- *sniff* Fuck... Fuck me! *sniff* Fuck me!"

"I am, sweetheart!" Lalo smiled at you, then Nacho. "See how much he likes this? I told you he's a slut."

As much as he hated to admit it, Nacho was fascinated by this, by you more specifically. There was no doubt in his mind that you were enjoying yourself, but you were crying, practically howling like you wanted it to stop, like you were in agony, but it wasn't agony. It was ecstasy.

For you, at least. For Lalo, it was business as usual. He was definitely enjoying it, but he was eerily calm about the whole thing, barely even breaking a sweat. He could even crack a joke at Nacho's expense. "Si tu coño sea la mitad bueno que esto, tal vez deberé probarlo después, ¿verdad? (If your cunt is half as good as this, maybe I'll have to try it out later, right?)"

Nacho ignored him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of a response. He just gazed down it you, almost in awe. He gently stroked your hair, making you nuzzle into his touch as you sobbed. "Does it feel good?" he asked you.

Your eyes slammed shut as you moaned, "Yes! Yes, god, yes! Ah! So *hic* good! So good! *sniff* God... *sniff* it's... *sniff* so... *sniff* good! Fuck me! Fuck me more!" You weren't sure who you were talking to anymore.

Lalo assumed it was him. "Dios mío, muñequito (My god, doll), you are shameless!" He teased, "Now, just because we have a guest doesn't mean the rules change. You can't cum until I say so." He spanked your ass to punctuate his statement, before attempting to engage Nacho in conversation again, "Está tan necesitado. Siempre me está rogando que le deje a venir. Es una lástima que no tengas una verga, si no dejaría tocarte el turno en él. Es lindo, ¿verdad? (He's so needy. He's always begging me to let him cum. It's a shame that you don't have a cock, otherwise I'd let you take a turn on him. He's cute, right?)"

"S-Sí, él es... (Yeah, he is...)" Nacho responded, his eyes not leaving you as you writhed in his lap. Maybe if he stared at you long enough, his eyes would blur out everything but your face, and Lalo and his dick would fade into obscurity.

But they didn't. Lalo's presence only got more intrusive as he neared his peak. "Mierda, estoy cerca... Tan apretado... (Shit, I'm close... So tight...)" He groaned, "Acá, agarra sus manos. Voy a venir dentro de lo (Here, grab his hands. I'm gonna cum inside of him.)" Nacho did as he asked, taking your wrists in his hands, holding you down so Lalo could have his way with you. Lalo sighed in approval at him, "Good boy," and then at you, "You too. Such good boys, the both of you." He stroked your cheek and wiped your tears with his thumb. "I'm gonna cum inside you, pretty boy. Doesn't that sound nice? Gonna be so... ngh... so nice and full... fuck..." Lalo gave a few more hard thrusts before he buried himself inside you, humming as he filled you to the brim with his cum. You trembled and whimpered underneath him, squirming against Nacho's grasp, your dick painfully hard and untouched, longing for attention.

Lalo pulled his cock out, hissing in delight as he watched his cum spill out of you. "Oh, look at that. Gorgeous." He tapped your cheek again so you could open your eyes. "You stay right here. I'm gonna go get us all something to drink, okay?" Lalo kissed your forehead and climbed off the bed, directing his next line to Nacho, "Don't try anything funny, you hear?" He laughed as he cloaked himself in a silk bathrobe and left the room, heading for the kitchen, leaving the door wide open. What? His house, his rules.

You and Nacho stared at each other awkwardly, your chest rising and falling as you worked on stabilizing your breath. How the fuck do you start a conversation after that? Nacho cleared his throat to make an attempt. "So, uh... he doesn't let you finish?"

You shook your head. "N-No... Not until he says so..."

Nacho frowned. "That's not cool..." He listened intently for a second, sighing when he heard movement downstairs. Lalo was gone. Now was his chance. "Here..." He took your neglected dick between two fingers and started to stroke you.

"...Let me help."

[dragonmasterhiccup]

“Uh-huh… So are you saying that I’m not a Viking then?” she pressed, placing a hand on her hip as she stared down at him.

She used to hate it, and she didn’t think she’d ever fully accept it, but she wore her heart right on her sleeve. But that didn’t make her any less of a Viking than anyone else.

She listened intently, her eyes widening as he got deeper into his story. Wow, he really was pathetic, but…best to not let him know that.

“Uh… that, that sounds like a lot, but hey— at least you’re still here! Though uh, Gronkles aren’t the strongest dragons of the bunch, so if that happens to you with them? Oh-ho, you are so done…”

“No, nonono, he told me a bunch, but he didn’t tell me that particular story. He mostly just gave the basic run down; he likes to focus more on uh, more on you and Toothless…”

“Mhm, and not like small ones either, I’m talking nice ones.” She shook her head. “Nah, not all over— I want to, believe me, but…my brother, well, you, he’s a bit, protective, I guess? He’s gotten better at it, but he’s still a little… yeah…”

———

“Not gonna lie, I’m pretty excited for this!” she called out, rinsing her hands out in the stream before jogging towards the direction of the cove.

———

Danny nodded, sitting herself down by the fish and watching Toothless, making sure he didn’t try to do anything…fishy.

But all was good, until the Night Fury decided to spread his wings, and Danny could see his expression change.

“Uh… Hiccup…?”

…

“Hiccup!”

She leapt to her feet as the dragon took off, Hiccup with him, and she ran to the edge of the small lake, her expression turning into one of awe as she watched them

‘This was supposed to happen,’ she realized, and she knew that Hiccup would be okay.

Once they crash landed, the teen ran over to Hiccup, her smile matching his.

“Okay! Okay! Yes, I saw it— that was amazing! But a saddle, build a saddle that connects the tail to… to a stirrup! Yeah!” That was the mechanics of older Hiccups tail fin design, right?

Putting a hand on either of his shoulders, she shook them excitedly. “Dude, that was amazing! Seriously!” Pulling away, she added, “But you might wanna take that off him for now…”

Hiccup's eyes widened, and he took a small step back. "N-no! No, of course not, that's just...it's what my dad, and my uncle would tell me, growing up..."

Her reaction to the Gronckle incident wasn't exactly reassuring. "Thank you for summing that up," he responded dryly. "You forget, that I have a Night Fury that didn't kill me in the cove right now. And, and he definitely could've, anytime!"

Not helping your case, Hiccup....

Oh, of course. "Right. Then, uh, then I probably shouldn't have said anything..." He really had to stop assuming things... "Me and Toothless?"

Hiccup eyed her somewhat warily. "If, if I do get protective, surely there must be a reason for it." Nodding to her scars, he said, "Do you end up in some dangerous situations? I'd see that as probable cause for being overprotective."

------------

Hiccup had been so busy examining his work that he hadn't heard her warning.

When his feet were back on the ground, his legs were a little shaky from the adrenaline rush, but he was unharmed.

A saddle that connects the tail to a stirrup... "That's a great idea!! Oh gods, I can't believe that just happened! He was--we were flying!"

As she shook his shoulders, he swayed a bit, still unsteady on his feet. "Whoa, just--hang on, I'm, I'm still recovering from the fall!"

"What?" Glancing at Toothless, he could see the dragon trying to chew off the prosthetic. "Oh! Oh, no! Hey!" Running over to the dragon, he waved his arms. "No! Don't chew on that!"

Briefly turning around, he gestured for her to follow. "Danny! Could use your help, here!"

Toothless just rolled his eyes, going back to the basket, hoping to find more fish.

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

Be Known in its Aching

Mayans MC Masterlist

Part three of A Gentle Kind of Love.

Contains: Fluff, mutual pining, angst (endless longing, discussion of sibling death, sadness and grief, combat and war and past near-death experience.) flashbacks in italics, slow burn.

5.5k words

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Wasteland, baby, I'm in love, I'm in love with you.

"What are you fuckers gossiping about now?" Bishop wasn't happy, they had returned to Oakland from Santo Padre in the early morning after dropping you off. They were back home now, milling around the Clubhouse, acting like idiots.

"Manny and the good doctor Pres, something happened when we took her home."

Bishop sighed, resigning to the fact that this was happening, "you wanna tell me what?"

Angel smiled, "well, he walked her to her door and she kissed him."

Bishop's eyes went wide, "on the mouth?"

Coco shook his head, "on the cheek but it looked, umm, affectionate."

Bishop huffed, "this is what you're wasting your time about, a kiss on the cheek? Get back to work you shitheads."

You had been a worried mess since Manny dropped you home two days ago and your conversation with Coco the next day hasn't helped. 

You kept going back to your phone, considering calling Manny and explaining yourself when Coco called you. You picked up and didn't even give him a chance to speak, "oh my God, I made such a fool out of myself."

Coco chuckled, "nah, the dude hasn't stopped smiling, it's getting creepy." 

"What the fuck do you mean? Please just put me out of my misery."

He snorted, "no. I was calling to tell you your car's almost fixed, I'll drop it by your office before you head home tomorrow."

You rubbed your face, "thanks Coco. Has Angel been terrible?"

Coco chuckled, "yep, he's right you know."

You shook your head, "no he's not. We're just friends." 

"Sure y/n."

A knock on your office door had you shaking your head, "doing paperwork, can I help you?"

It was your security guy Barry, "ahh, Manny? Is here with your car."

You shot up and opened the door, "tall, neck tattoo?"

He nodded, "that's the fella."

You smiled, "thanks B, all go out there and deal with it."

Barry stopped you, his thick English accent making the whole situation feel even more ridiculous, "you and the lad, is something going on there?"

You sighed, "no, has a man named Angel turned up in your dreams to tell you differently?"

Barry shook his head, "nah, just something about the way he looked when I said I'd send you out."

You walked outside to be greeted by Manny leaning against your car holding your keys up, "your steed."

You smiled, "my steed? How fancy."

He smiled, "the last time we saw each other, you did look like a princess, so I figure it fits."

You shook your head, "thank you Manny. How was the rest of your weekend?"

He smiled, "good, it looks like we won't have to go to Charming."

You breathed a sigh of relief, "that's good, the Club has its own mess to clean up without having to deal with anyone else's."

Manny's shoulders dropped, "yeah I know. It's getting worse, Yuma not even bothering to call to help with the Sons, shit's brewing."

You blinked, "unless all the other charters get on board there's nothing you can do. I know SP and Yuma have been at each other's throats since Marcus chose you guys for the new pipeline but Canche still has the connections."

"It's not just that, what happened in the desert caused some kind of cosmic shift. Shit's gonna hit the fan if nothing is done about it."

You shrugged, "what can you do? It either gets worse and something terrible happens or Canche comes to his senses and begs for people to stop seeing him as an enabler for a monster."

Manny nodded, "yeah, you're right." He tapped the hood of the car, "I gotta head back to the metal yard, you call me if anything goes wrong?"

You nodded, "will do, thank you for dropping it off."

He smiled, "no worries, I can't wait for the cake."

You got around to the cake a few days later, you had wrapped it up nice and taken to the metal yard when you were currently slicing it for Coco and Angel. "This is so good, how do you do it?"

It was muffled, "Angel, don't talk with your mouth full, it's made with strawberries from my garden and local honey." You looked around, "where's Manny?"

Angel shrugged, "he's in the back. He's been a bit sad, maybe you can cheer him up?"

You nodded, "thank you, I'll take him a slice." You put one on a plate and headed to the back office, softly knocking on the door and waiting for Manny to answer. He offered you a soft smile when he opened the door, "I brought cake." You held it out and he took it from you, looking at it like it was some foreign substance,

"It will keep for like five days, you don't need to eat it now. You seem down, is there something you want to talk about?"

The silence was deafening, "nah, it's just been a long week but it's better now that you're here, do you have some time to eat this with me?"

You nodded, "of course, let me get my own slice and a fork, I'll be right back."

You returned as fast as you could, sitting down next to him on the couch, "how's work been?"

He shrugged, "hauling scrap metal isn't all that fun."

You nodded in agreement, "I imagine, shit pay, no appreciation, possible hazards. Is there anything I can help with? I've done a lot of odd jobs through the years."

He smiled, "nah, how's your day been?"

You thought for a moment, "good, one of my favourite patients had their last regular appointment today, they're at a place where they'll only need to stop in if things take a turn."

Manny's head tilted, "are you allowed to have favourite patients?"

You sighed, "in theory? No. In practice? Almost everyone does, I'm still human and in all honesty, the parents play a roll too."

He nodded, "I could not do your job, I'd start killing people."

You huffed, "you don't think I think about it, there are people I would happily shoot."

Manny's eyes went wide, "wow, I thought you were all about kindness and understanding."

You smiled, "most of the time I am but sometimes I just think about it, vivid homicidal fantasies keep me sane in court."

Manny seemed to agree, he also seemed a little brighter, "how's Mr Butterscotch?"

You smiled, "jonesing for a beard to lick, he looks behind me when I come home now."

Manny smiled, "that is so cute."

Something about him made you feel worried, "I mean, you can come over and provide yours, I think he'd be happy with that."

Manny averted his eyes, "I can't just drop by your place to hang out with your cats, I'd never leave."

You snorted, "please, come over and hangout with my cats, I only have so much lap to offer."

He laughed, "alright, how does tomorrow afternoon sound?"

You smiled, "that sounds great."

He was at your door right on four the next day, to your surprise, he opened his arms for a hug as you invited him in. You wrapped your arms around his body and squeezed and he almost collapsed into your embrace. A meow parted you and he bent down to pick up Mr Butts, the fluffy ginger cat going right to his beard.

"I miss the little guy."

You smiled, "judging by how his little paws are holding on to you, I think he feels the same way. You want something to eat? I'm making grilled cheese."

He shook his head, "nah, why are you always trying to feed me?"

You shrugged, "because you're my guest and I'm civilised, it's polite to offer you food."

"You punching Canche wasn't very civilised." There was humour in his voice.

"He was asking for it, maybe the kick to the testicles was uncivilised."

Manny chuckled and shook his head, "nah, that was awesome." He was still holding Mr Butts, burying his face in his fur.

He sniffed and a sadness came over the room, "you work with kids who have lost people, does it ever get easier?"

So that's why he was there, "it's like a open wound, it heals and scars over but it never goes away, you wanna tell me why that's on your mind?"

There was silence and then he spoke, "my little sister died when I was fifteen, her birthday is tomorrow."

You sat next to him and put your hand on his leg, his arms hugging the cat to his chest, "I'm so sorry for your pain, would you like to tell me what happened?"

He sniffed again and you could see his eyes getting red, "cancer, it was fucking horrible."

You nodded, "I can't imagine how terrible it must have been to watch her suffer that and I understand why you're so sad right now, it's clear to me how much she matters to you and you're not going to get to see her grow up. How old was she?"

"Seven, my parents tuned out at the end, I was the one there when it happened."

His voice was cracking now, "that's a lot of put on a young boy, you shouldn't have gone through that."

He nodded, "yeah, well it made me a man."

You nodded, "I can understand that, you had to do a lot of growing up in a very short amount of time."

Mr Butts settled on his lap as the other cats wandered in to see what was going on, Manny looked at Lady Midnight as she jumped on the couch and rubbed her head on his shoulder, "your cats are really sweet."

You nodded, "they know when people need a bit of love. Have you considered talking to someone about how you're feeling? "

He shook his head, "what's the point, it's not going to bring her back."

You nodded, "no, it won't but I never heard you say one thing about your parents and I'm getting the sense that you don't really like them that much."

He huffed, "I fucking hate them."

You could tell by his tone he wasn't lying, "I don't blame you, they left you to care for your dying sister all by yourself, I think would there was something up if you didn't have any ill will towards them."

"Really, I thought therapy was all about love and getting over shit."

You shook your head, "no, a lot of what I do is teaching people it's ok to hate people when they hurt you, it's ok never to want to talk to someone again. You just can't let it take over your life."

He smiled sadly, "I just miss her so much. She wanted to be a teacher, she'd spend all her time reading, when I couldn't find her I knew she be hiding under the stairs with her head in a book."

You smiled and reached up, wiping the tear from his cheek, "I have the whole night free, how about you tell me all about her."

Manny didn't know where to start, he was lost between being overwhelmed with her memory, the pain of losing her and not knowing where to start, "her name was Clara, she loved daisies and her favourite colour was yellow. She hated peas but loved fried rice so I used to pick out the peas for her so she didn't have to."

He was awash with visions, "I walked her to and from school every day and in the afternoon she tell me everything she learned, she was always so happy. When she got sick the worst part of it was that she was missing school so I would go to the library and print out worksheets and take them into the hospital."

He blinked away tears, and you placed your hand on his leg, "when she got really sick, she couldn't even hold up a pen so I would just read to her. She would fall asleep and I would stop then her eyes would..."

He could keep going, overwhelmed with pain and grief, he crumbled into your arms and started to sob, "I miss her so much."

You hugged him to you, trying to soothe the ache in his soul, "I am so sorry."

"You seemed better."

Manny nodded, "yeah."

His lack of elaboration had Coco curious, "you went and saw y/n."

It was a statement, not a question, "she's really great."

Coco smiled, "I know, you love her don't you?"

Manny sighed, "yeah, I do." It's not like everyone was in the dark, it was clear by the way he looked at you that he loved you, it was just that he hadn't said it out loud yet, "please don't tell Angel, he'll never let me forget it."

"Tell me what?"

They jumped, "where the fuck did you come from?"

Angel shrugged, "I was in the yard, what don't you want me to know about?"

Coco smiled, "Manny's in love with the good doctor."

Manny glared at Coco while Angel smiled, "tell me something I don't know, you gonna grow a set of balls and tell her?"

"Nah, I ain't going to ruin our friendship."

Angel huffed while Coco shook his head, "are you blind mano? She's into you."

Manny wasn't listening, "you're seeing shit that isn't there Angel, you need to let it go."

Angel sighed, "alright, but I'm gonna be telling you I told you so."

"GET BACK TO WORK YOU LAZY FUCKS."

Bishops booming voice filled the yard, "sorry Bish."

Coco slapped Manny's chest, "you heard him, we've got to get back to it."

It had been four days since Manny's visit and you were at the metal yard hanging out after a long day at work, "you guys seem busy?"

EZ nodded, "we got a contract from a used car guy, he sends us the ones that he can't sell."

You raised your eyebrows "good for you, I hope you don't find anything gross."

Coco cringed, "it was one time, how were we supposed to know people think you can dispose of bodies in a compactor."

"Have you ever seen a mob movie? It's like the most common way."

EZ shook his head, "I thought that was concrete shoes?"

You waved your arms around, "do you see any water around here?"

Manny came wandering in, a smile on his face, "are you still going on about that body? It was probably just some dealer disposing of his rival." 

There was a loud noise, not unusually for the work going on but the screams that followed had everyone running, you rounded the corner and found the source of the yelling. Riz had a piece of rebar embedded in his shoulder. 

Without thinking, you pulled off your top to wrap the wound, running over to him to hold the hunk of metal steady. "You need to call an ambulance, I don't think it hit anything but the longer it stays in the worse it's going to be."

Manny was standing in front of you, his eyes locked on your body, you could see the wheels in his brain turning as he took in the deep scar on your stomach. "I got shot, now stop fucking gawking and call for help." It didn't take long for the ambulance to arrive and Bishop directed you to the bathroom where you could clean up. 

Knock knock

"Yeah, come in." Manny opened the door his eyes stuck on the back wall as he handed you a spare work shirt, "thanks."

He nodded, seemingly wanting to say something, "ask, everyone does."

He blinked, "I'm sorry I didn't mean to stare."

You shook your head, "it's fine, I looked like I was gored by a bull."

He huffed, "it's honestly pretty badass. What happened, I mean, if you don't mind telling me?" 

"It happened in Afghanistan, I was working at a brick and mortar field hospital and had just finished a group therapy session for a bunch of kids when two Afghani cops went rogue and went looking for people to kill. Their first stop was my office. I was wearing a bulletproof vest but one of them had a sawed off shotgun. The gun I was given jammed and he got the best of me, most of the pellets went through the vest and into me." 

Many blinked, "what happened next?"

You sighed, "I raised my sidearm and fired, it hit the mark and he dropped like a sack of potatoes. I was mostly ok, but some of the pellets ended up in my right lung. After the guy died, I don't remember much, I could hear someone screaming for a medic turns out it was me. Then the next guy came in, I knew that was it because with all the blood I was losing, there was no way I could fire my gun again, then the guy's head exploded."

Manny was deep in thought, "Coco?"

You nodded, "Yep, the man saved my life. All I could think about when I was lying there bleeding out was that I had to get to the ER with a chance or they'd let me die. I spent like four days at death's door. All I have left is this nasty thing and the pellets in a glass case." 

Manny smiled, "that is so hardcore."

You chuckled, "yeah, it is. Not as hardcore as the time a patient's father stabbed me for getting his kid taken from him."

You pointed to the faint scar under your collarbone, "you're right, there's is a lot I don't know about you, I never would have guessed you were so metal." 

You lifted the shirt up, "I'm gonna put the shirt on now, I'm getting kinda cold."

Manny looked at his hands, "yeah, I'm gonna see Riz, wanna come?"

"Yes please, I'd like to see how he's doing."  

Riz was out two days later then it was time for another Friday party, this one was a big one since Marcus and Oakland were there. You were sitting by the fire with Manny and Creep, talking about Creep's strange fascination with mushrooms, "I was really disappointed when I had truffles."

He nodded, "yeah, they taste like dirt."

Manny huffed, "when did you two get so fancy?"

"It wasn't really my choice, I was on a date, he ordered for me."

Manny smiled, "I bet you hated that?"

You nodded, "he tried to order me wine after that, I got the hell out of there and took my dirt pasta with me."

Creep shook his head, "you took it with you?"

You nodded "out of spite, I gave it to Barry, he liked it."

"Wow, I learn more and more about you every day, what else have you done out of spite?"

There was something in Manny's tone that had you ready to laugh, "truth time?"

They both nodded, "I only come here to spite Raul."

Creep made a face, "what do you mean?"

You could tell he was bullshitting, "I know you all know what happened, there's no way something like that doesn't get out."

Manny smiled, "your conversation with Coco was on speaker, we all heard it."

You clapped, "I fucking knew it, you wanna fuck with him a bit more?"

Manny smiled, "fuck yeah."

You nodded, "call him over."

Creep shot up and looked around, landing eyes on the prospect, "HEY SHITHEAD, GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE."

Raul came running, barely looking at you before standing at attention in front of Creep, "did you need something?"

Manny smiled, "yeah, tell us about your night together, what was it that you said about y/n?"

His mouth opened and closed like a fish, "umm, it's not important."

You smiled and tapped the seat next you, "oh come on, don't be like that, I'd love to hear your version of things."

Manny's expression was tinged with something, "what, you were fine talking about what happened when we were together, is there any reason you can't do it with her here?"

He swallowed, "look, I'm really sorry about what I said, I figure you've already been through all of them and I'd look bad if you……" You covered your face and Manny's hand collided with Raul's jaw.

You turned to Creep who was smirking, "should we, umm?"

He shook his head as Manny climbed on top of the man, "nah, the dude needs to learn if he wants to get his patch."

It didn't last long, Manny was stepping back and dragging Raul up by his kutte, "fuck off prospect and go and get me a fucking beer."

You smiled, "maybe don't ask him to get you anything, I don't think you want his spit in anything."

"Good idea y/n, you can go clean the shitter instead."

Raul hurried off and Manny sat down and rubbed his knuckles, "you want me to get you some ice?"

He shook his head, "I'm alright, that felt good though."

You sighed, "you didn't need to hit him you know?"

Manny huffed, "yeah, I did."

Creep chuckled, "you really have shit luck with men, don't you?"

You rolled your eyes, "I mean, I don't have the best track record but you know, I have this thing, it's called a vibrator, and it kinda makes men obsolete."

Creep cringed, "you're a little vulgar, you know that?"

You nodded, "I'm just being honest."

Manny shook his head, mischief on his face, "you talk like their competition and not friends, maybe you just haven't found the right guy yet."

You pressed your lips together to stop yourself from laughing, you face getting hot and the implication of his words settled over you, "what are you, God's gift to women. Does that cocky shit really work for you?"

Manny nodded, "hey, I'm just being honest."

You sighed, "well.. I don't have a response to that other than, good for you."

Marcus watched the fight with curious eyes, "what was that about Primo?"

Bishop sighed, "the prospect told everyone he and y/n went at it, in reality, she climbed out the window to avoid humiliating him."

Marcus chuckled, "and her and Manny?"

Bishop shrugged, "there's something going on there but they're both too blind to say anything. If Angel had any say they'd be married already."

Marcus nodded, "and your read on her?"

Bishop thought for a moment, "she's a good woman, very kind but you saw what happened with Canche, she's no shrinking violet. She's not a big fan of these parties but she comes because people like her company and she's always ready to help. She's been through something because she's got a healed gash the size of my fist on her stomach and she's observant like she's seen the business end of a gun one too many times."

"Does she know about the drugs?"

Bishop nodded, "I think she figured it out pretty quick."

Marcus huffed, "it sounds like she's a good fit. And it looks to me like those two are meant for each other."

Bishop rolled his eyes, "not you too."

Marcus chuckled, "don't worry about it Primo, these things work themselves out."

You sighed and stood up, you had been talking to a revolving door of people all night, "as much as I would love to continue this conversation, I need some air. I'm going for a walk, I'll be back in a bit."

Manny stood up, "let me go with you."

You waved your hand, "it's alright, I just need ten minutes."

He nodded, "alright, but come back in ten minutes or I'm sending a search party." 

You smiled, "ten minutes, I promise." You headed off and wandered up the streets, enjoying the clear night sky, they were mostly empty until you came to a long street a few blocks away from the Clubhouse. There was a black van on the road, and four men were milling around it. As you got closer, you could hear parts of their conversation and you started to worry. 

"We got to do it now," One of the men shook his head, "no, we wait until they're all drunk. Those fucking Mayans won't know what hit em." 

You swallowed, a plan forming in your brain. You took your phone out and looked around like you were lost then walked up the street looking for street signs. After a few moments you approached the men doing your best to look lost, "I'm sorry gentlemen, I'm looking for a fancy French place, La Creme or La Cream or something like that, I'm really lost and I'm late, can someone tell me where it is?" 

You didn't miss how one man was doing his best to hide the iron cross on his neck, "you're going to wrong way, it's back there miss."

You sighed, "you're not serious, I've been walking this was for twenty minutes." As you spoke, you made sure to memorise the men's faces and any tattoos they had, you could hear men in the van, but not their conversation. 

"You know where the biker clubhouse is?"

You shook your head, "I walked by a crazy party with some bikes out the front, is that the place?"

One of them nodded, "yep, it's about ten minute's walk from that, take the long road up, then take a left down the side street and you should get to Mainstreet it's easy to find from there." 

You looked at their faces, the older, harder, looking men wouldn't even acknowledge you were there and judging by the way everyone was acting, you could see that this was some kind of initiation, the ones that were talking to you were the ones looking to jump into the gang. You smiled, "thank you so much, I'd offer to buy you some beers but I'm so late." 

The man with the iron cross on his neck stiffened his posture, "then you better head off, you don't want to run into trouble all by yourself out here, bad things can happen to a nice lady like yourself." You got the message loud and clear and with one last thank you, you started to jog away, breaking out into a run the moment you were out of their sight. 

You bearly had any breath left when you got to the Clubhouse, Angel and Gilly were standing by the door and noticed something was wrong, matching your pace to meet you at the door, "what's wrong?"

You raked in a breath, "the Clubhouse is about to be hit, I heard and a group of men talking a few streets up. They said they were going to wait a little while but I don't know how long you have." 

Gilly had run off, coming back with Marcus and Bishop, "what's going on?"

You took a deep breath, "you need to get everyone inside, I guess you're about half an hour away from a massacre."

They looked at you and Marcus blinked in worry, "what do you mean." Bishop waved to someone and produced you a bottle of water. 

"I was walking around the block when I overheard a bunch of guys talking about hitting the place, no elaboration. I acted like I was lost so I could get a read on them. As far I could tell, it's some kind of jump in, only two guys had any gang markings. One had an iron cross on his neck, which he was doing his best to hide and the other had a strange tattoo on his wrist I had never seen before, the only reason I could tell it was white power was that there were the numbers fourteen and eighty eight." 

Angel's eyebrows wrinkled, "what does that mean?"

You inhaled again, trying to calm yourself, "H is the eighth letter in the alphabet, so eight eight is HH meaning heil Hitler and fourteen is fourteen words, it's a white power slogan." 

"We need to get everyone to safety." Bishop's tone was firm.

You rubbed your face, "permit me to share my idea?"

Marcus nodded, "you don't know who these guys are or what they want, wouldn't it be better to stage an ambush of your own? Have the music loud enough that they can't tell people aren't here, close the big doors and lead them in the small door then grab them and question them." 

Bishop smiled, "I don't see why that won't work, could you ID the tat if you saw it again?"

You nodded, "it's the only reason I spoke to them, I could tell you all about the guys I could see."

By now, most of the Mayans were standing around you. Hank was giving orders, and then he turned back to you, "how many guys?" 

"Four men on the street and I could hear three or four men in the black van, the license plate was 7FYNY89. One guy had San Quentin prison tats they were all under fifty and all white and before you tell me to go home, I'm the only one who saw their faces, you need me here." 

Hank huffed, "we are not putting you in harm's way."

You glared at him, "I knew the risk I was taking when I went up to them, you need me here. Now you all need to get your shit in order before they show up." 

Coco put his hand on your shoulder, "I'll take her to the back and see if I can find that tattoo she was talking about, we should have enough time?"

You nodded, "the guy in charge wanted to catch everyone off guard, you've got a little bit of time left"

The air changed and everyone jumped into action, Bishop stopping you just as you turned to go, "we're going to talk about this young lady." 

You threw your hands up in the air, "I can't fucking wait, last I checked you're not my fucking daddy, you can't tell me what to do and you're not responsible for me." You could tell by the way everyone was acting that there was a lecture on the way but they had more pressing matters right now. 

It only took ten minutes for them to clear the compound, and all the Mayans were preparing themselves to face the threat. It didn't take long for them to arrive, you could see the large metal doors shake and then they tried the small door, falling right into the trap.

It was over quickly, they came in and looked around but they realised too late that it was a trap. Two of them were stupid enough to try and fight and they died where they stood, dropping like stones as the bullets entered their heads. The others fell to their knees the second the command was given and then they were being pulled away.

It was the sound of the van screeching off that had them running but by the time they got to the front, it was too late and at least one of them had gotten away. You were still in the back when Manny came in and he looked worried, "what's going on? I heard shots."

He sighed, "we need to out here, did you manage to ID the tat?" You nodded, "yeah, some group called the hidden order, their whole thing is blending in. Manny, what's going on?"

"One guy got away, we don't know if he knows your face." When you walked out into the compound the only evidence that someone was there was some blood and bullet casings, Bishop and Hank stomped up to you looking unimpressed.

"Someone needs to stay with you until this is done." Hank left no room for you to argue.

"Fuck that, I have a state of the art alarm system and I sleep with an M16 under my bed. I can look after myself."

Bishop shook his head, "no, we're not leaving you alone, Coco can stay with you until we deal with this."

You huffed, "no, Coco needs to stay with Lettie and Hope."

"Manny can stay with her."

You wanted to punch Angel, but Marcus was smiling, "great idea Angel."

You sighed, "fine but that's as far as it goes, you're not parking yourself outside my work."

They weren't listening, "someone will be watching the street."

You looked at them, eyes wide, "this is insane, you don't even know if they're going to come after me."

"It's not up for debate y/n, Manny is going to stay with you until we know you're safe and people will be watching your office. They'll stay in a car, no one will know they're there."

You shook your head, "I thought you'd be the logical one Marcus, I'll be fine."

"Come on Tesoro, we have fun."

You sighed, "fine, I give up."

Hank smiled, "thank you y/n, you saved a lot of lives today."

You huffed, "and you're thanking me by landing me with a babysitter?"

Hank's face was impassive, "I'm thanking you by keeping you safe."

Bishop and Marcus turned to the group, "Temple now."

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On The Rise: A Conversation With Tefoffline

Tefo Kosie best known as Tefoffline is a 20-year-old rapper, producer, and upcoming mixing engineer from Kanye, Ga Maila.

With the release of his mixtape 'Tomorrow Might Be Too Late' last December, he has further solidified his place as one of the most exciting new-age rappers in Botswana.

Where did you grow up?

Well, I moved around a lot when I was growing up you know. Initially born in Kanye, I lived in Gabs for a good 8 years before moving to Mahalapye for like a year or so. Then I came back to the south, living in Molepolole for 4 years before moving to where I live now which is somewhere around the city.

How did you get into music?

I think I've always had a musical inclination from a very young age, mostly because of the music my parents was bumping. I was like 4 or 5 when I used to go into their room and play Michael Jackson and Johnny Mokhali CDs. In terms of Rap and Hip-Hop records, my uncles put me on man. During school holidays I used just get dumped at their places and these dudes was playing a whole lotta rap shit at the time. You know your Lil Wayne, Nicki, Drake and Rick Ross, those are the 4 niggas who properly introduced me to this Hip-Hop stuff. In terms of my rapping, I wrote my first ever rap at 9 while living in Mahalapye. But what had urged me to write a verse was the fact that me and my friends at the time had a thing we did after school where we'd rap and just talk about Hip-Hop stuff for hours on end before we all went home. We used to do like other niggas verse's you know like the stuff that was popular at the time and really just stuff we liked until one day i decided to surprise these dudes and rap my own shit that I wrote. It went as well as expected and I been kickin it since.

How did you come up with the name Tefoffline?

I went on a long ass sabbatical in like 2021 just to get off social media and get my mind right and tbh, that was most amount of work I did, music-wise and just life-wise. Basically, thats where it came from. I felt like I worked better off my phone and the internet as a whole, so I just merged that with my name. It just took me back to how I used to make music before I encountered phones and shit. Back then it was just my imagination, pen, and diary, and I was the most efficient working under those conditions. I think I was going through a name change type situation at the time and I just didn't want a regular name that everybody had or some typical white man's name like nah. I needed to bring it home as well. I like that I included my real name in there because it just added to the authenticity. Real shit.

When did you start releasing music?

I only started dropping music in 2021 and to be honest anytime I think about it I can't help but laugh. I was in the kitchen one morning at like 9am and I was like 'Yo kana I did this other joint yesterday, maybe I should drop it, and I did and it went crazy. I think that when I really decided to go all in after seeing all the good things everybody had to say about my shit.

How would you describe your style of music?

Right now I won't lie i'd say I'm making some real stoner music. Like stoner anthems fr but seriously I'd say it's like a mix of alt-rap with jazzy elements and the truth really. That's what I describe it as because it's really music about my life you know, the ins and outs, ups and downs, the weird shit, everything. I look at it more like confessions in a way.

What inspires the style of music you make?

A whole bunch of things tota. I like music combinations and rhythms that aren't conventional. The regular shit is hard as well but I never really wanna limit my references. Niggas like MF DOOM, Earl, and MIKE been inspiring and continue to inspire the music I been making to this point. If you look closely, all these cats have a thing in common: they produce and rap. So that's the school I came from. Tota hela anything goes with me. I'm a big house music fan as well so I'd say that inspires my shit too.+

What inspired your recent mixtape?

Life has a funny way of showing you who the boss is. I guess I was just going through that shit and decided to document it. Like I said I see it as billy would say, Truth Rap, so for me it was an easy thing to write the records. The hard part was outgrowing the tracks. It's like you can't get that first feeling on a track you've been working on for 2 years so it took me a while to get it done but all in all it was a good experience man. I went through some stuff and if you listen to the music you'll hear it. Everything is on the music.

How was the process of creating it?

Man, it was like any project to be honest. It's like you develop a new love for creating and you're almost always excited for the first few months. But then it becomes routine and it gets mixed up with other bad routines in your life prompting you to try to escape or change that. I ain't gonna lie that shit got me off course for a good while. Just focused on living my life. Writer's block became a hassle at a point and I was nearly like 'F this' but you know, that's how it be. I really had fun man but truthfully I've been over that project for a good while.

Vocal layering seems to be a common aspect in a handful of your tracks..would you consider that a part of your signature sound?

Yeah definitely. I used to make tracks without adlibs and backings cause I had a different perspective on what music should sound like. But you know, with time, you grow and learn and I just decided to incorporate all that into the records. I really love music with good backings and adlibs, not even just rap, so it was more of an 'I'm making the shit I like to hear' type of vibe. That's just how I move with my music. I know what I want in terms of the sonic direction, so I just do it myself. Even with the latest project where that kinda thing is prominent, I knew how I wanted it to sound like 2 years ago. I just had to practice and implement that knowledge. 

Is there anything you're doing apart from rapping?

Yeah, I'm a student currently about to get my bag, soon. I do a little music journalism for my school magazine focusing on music, but besides school, I have a couple of business ventures I plan to implement, especially this year. I'm a business dude at heart, even though I never studied it. I've always loved the fact that you could make money from your own ideas on your own terms, so I won't dwell too much on that but yeah. I also recently started officially heading a little label imprint called 4EVAFADED, which comprises the people responsible for the success of my tape and my music in general, my niggas idyllicsoul and Rxssi on production, as well as fellow rapper NovSon who's a young MC trynna make moves as well. I'm what you call a Renaissance man in a way, I just have a little trouble with laying out all the pieces because it gets messy.

Any local acts that you find exciting?

There's tons; I wouldn't even know where to start. My favorite rappers right now would have to be Nikky Dymondz, banzai, Jesonyana, Chrysus, OneTake 267, and my boy NovSon just to name a few. In terms of singers and vocalists, I have been messing with that Magadi single (Backseat Headrush), Sebaga got some really cool-sounding projects, Fourteen'O'Six is hard af, Courtney got that one track, and how could I forget spacerover and Chubbs (Lucas Chubbs). Oh I fuck with Pablo and Xortic as well. Them niggas is crazy like I won't even say much, but I'm sure I'll be able to experience most of these artists because I was privy to meeting some more amazing acts last year. So maybe my list will change in a few. I just had to give you a few because I can't really think of some right now, but I'm a huge fan of local shit. It really is my bread and butter.

Any thoughts on where the music game is going?

I really think everyone is getting to do anything they want especially sound-wise. I feel like we're not confined to doing what pleases labels or whatever so it's more of a whole group of niggas just making music they really mess with not because they have to make that stuff. So I think you know, with that kind of freedom, the landscape changes over time. I also love the fact that dudes like Saigo (saigotheeditor) have been able to do the photography stuff and shows to basically accompany the music, practically building aesthetics for the sonics, so a big shout to my guy Lerroy, that's my guy.

Do you have anything you're working on right now?

Yeah most definitely, but the stuff I'm making right now I wonder if they gon' like it, because it's some weird shit man. That's all i'm going to say for now. Oh! and I did a couple of features that I hope will be out this year with some amazing artists. Sometimes I don't even believe I did that but you know, I did.

Speaking of features, you are featured on 'The World Is Yours' by Nov Son, how was the experience of working on your first collaboration?

It was really cool. One of the easiest and laid back collabs I did. He hit me up and was like 'We need to get in the studio' and I was down fr. My nigga Idyllic was working with him as well, so it just made things easier but yeah he was recording some songs from his upcoming album and we knocked a couple out the park. Watch out for that project btw. That was also when I met my nigga Rxssi; they was moving as a unit back then so I just decided to mess with them and what they did because normally I just keep to myself and do shit on my own or with like 1 or 2 of the homies. It's a very personal thing for me. People probably think I hate collabs or something, but they're so hard to get done because of the different mindframes, schedules, and shit but I always try to make sure I work with other artists because I believe we work better together.

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Questionable Decisions

Chapter 1 - 3.4k words

Summary: Being a grad-school student with Connie and Jean as best friends is a lot of fun, but you find yourself in a precarious situation one night after Connie's friends Annie and Mikasa join you and the guys for drinks at the local bar.

Tags: Attack on Titan modern!AU, Attack on Titan college!AU, Annie x reader (kinda), Jean x reader, bisexual!reader, afab!reader

CW: NSFW, masturbation, drinking, alcohol

****Minors DNI****

It’s only 4 p.m. and you’re just barely able to keep your eyes open through your last lecture of the day. Finals week is approaching much more quickly than you anticipated and you’re behind on some major projects, but motivation is dwindling and procrastination keeps taking over. You’re past trying to focus on the lecture, so you pull out your phone to text your best friend Connie.

“I’m about to pass out in class right now, I’m so bored.”

“lol that sucks dude. did you wanna come over after you get out of class?”

“Yeah that sounds good. I need to work on my project proposal, but I can work on it while I’m there.”

“aight bet. idk what time Jean is gonna be back, but we could grab a drink when he gets home if you need a break.”

“A drink sounds pretty damn good right now.”

You zone back into your applied biostatistics class and try your best to focus on the material. You love neuroscience and you don’t regret choosing this major, but after grinding through the first two semesters of your master’s degree it’s taking every ounce of your willpower not to take a gap year. You start thinking about getting drinks with Connie and Jean later and the thought of Connie’s overconfident approach to flirting with girls at the bar makes you smile to yourself. Finally you hear your professor start to wrap up the lecture and you make a beeline for the door.

The walk up the stairs to Connie and Jean’s apartment feels extra long today. Maybe it’s just the mental exhaustion adding to the psychical fatigue. You hang out with Connie so much that he got tired of having to get up to let you in while he’s gaming online with his friend Bertholdt, so he just gave you your own key. You’ve never met Bertholdt since he moved across the country for college with his best friend Reiner, but Connie has told you all about them and how they begged Annie to go with them when they decided to move. You’ve only met Annie a few times, but you have a good sense of her vibe. She’s working on a master’s degree in kinesiology at the same university you attend so you see each other on campus sometimes. She usually seems pretty closed off, but you’ve seen her laughing with her friend Mikasa on campus and it’s like seeing a totally different person.

Once you walk inside the apartment Connie moves over to give you room on the couch and offers to get you a snack, but you’re so behind on your project that you accidentally cut him off to ask if you can use his kitchen table as a desk for a couple hours. You set up your laptop and textbooks and put on your headphones to block out the sounds of disapproval coming from Connie as he plays Overwatch. It felt like an eternity of checking your notes, cross-referencing, and meticulously typing out the appropriate methods when Jean finally walks through the door smiling over at you.

“Hey you.”

You instinctively roll your eyes at him. You know Jean well enough to know that he’s a natural flirt, but you can’t stop the slightest blush from appearing on your cheeks when he directs his flirtatious energy at you. Before you can reply to him Connie blurts out,

“Dude where have you been? I've been getting slaughtered in game without you.” 

“Sorry bro, one of my coworkers had an emergency and I had to cover the last couple of clients he had coming in. You guys wanna go get a drink?”

You immediately close your textbook and push your chair back from the table making Jean laugh.

“That bad huh? First round is on me then.”

“I appreciate it. Sorry you had to work late.”

“Nah it was nothing really. I’m just sorry I kept you waiting.”

“Yeah, you better be.”

Jean pretends he’s hurt by your sarcasm before going to his bedroom to change out of his work clothes. Connie asks if it would be okay if he invites Mikasa and Annie. You see no problem with that, in fact, you get a little excited at the idea of getting to know them both better.

Jean comes back out of his room in joggers and a loose fitting t-shirt with the Vans logo on it. You try to distract yourself from looking at the casual flex of his muscles as he stretches his arms up over his head. Connie decides he’d prefer to walk, so you guys set out for Sina on Tap. You listen to Connie tell Jean all about his plan to find a girlfriend tonight as you hold back the urge to poke fun at him. Once you get inside you see Mikasa and Annie at the bar throwing back a couple of shots and you can’t wait to have one yourself. You know you’ve been in need of a break and a good distraction from school, so you’re hoping you can let loose tonight. Mikasa sees you and the boys and she waves you over to her. Connie gives Annie a little half hug and asks her what they were drinking and then turns to Jean,

“Well Jean, you said first round on you right buddy? That’ll be 3 tequila shots, we’ve gotta catch up to them.”

Jean orders your shots for you and you take it back no problem with a swift bite into the slice of lime on the rim. You feel Annie’s eyes on you and you turn to try and start a conversation with her.

“So what made you want to go into kinesiology?”

“I originally picked it at random cause I thought the pay would be worth it, but at this point I actually find it really interesting. What about you? You’re in neuroscience right?”

“Yeah, I want to work on neurological solutions for hearing loss. I would be devastated if I wasn’t able to listen to music or hear my friend’s voices anymore.”

“Wow, that’s a pretty big goal. That’s cool.”

Annie talked to you for a while longer before Connie challenged her to a match of pool and Mikasa followed them over to the tables. You looked at Jean and joked that Connie pulled two girls instead of his usual zero and he chuckled. You guys just sat and sipped your beers for awhile before Jean asked you,

“So what do you think about Annie?”

“She’s cool, I still don’t really know her, but I feel like we could be friends.”

“Nice. I know that would make Connie happy.”

“I wanted to ask about that, do Connie and Annie have some kind of history? I saw the way he looked at her when we first walked in, and I don’t know if I’ve ever seen him initiate a hug.”

“Annie and Connie? Nah, no chance. She and Reiner were super close and Connie helped her through her depression after he and Bertholdt moved across the country. I know it was her choice to stay here, but I think it really hurt her to be left behind.”

“Damn, I can imagine so. I’m glad she has Connie then, and based on what I’m seeing right now I’m glad he has her too.”

You and Jean both look back over at the pool table where you see Connie attempting trickshots behind his back. You notice the way Mikasa is watching Annie laugh at Connie’s performance, and with some observation you start to understand their dynamic a little bit. You watch Mikasa’s eyes trail down Annie’s body taking in her tight black jeans and her oversized flannel. You see her eyes flit back up to Annie’s smile in an instant with adoration on her face. You turn back to Jean to confirm your suspicions,

“Are Mikasa and Annie…”

Jean cuts you off,

“Dating? I don’t think so. Mikasa has always seemed protective of Annie even though Annie can absolutely take care of herself. I don’t know if the attraction goes both ways though. I’ve never asked.”

You look back over at the scene unfolding in front of you and realize you’re a bit envious of Annie. You wish you had someone that looked at you with the level of care that Mikasa’s face is conveying. It’s been a couple of years since you’ve let anyone get close to you emotionally. Your mind trails off into thoughts about the last relationship you were in. A relationship that left you feeling like domestic life was a cage. It’s not that you wanted to date tons of people or sleep around, but you felt like you were constantly being told how to live your life and truthfully, your ex had some beliefs about traditional gender norms that became a major turn-off. Jean must have noticed that you were staring off into space cause when you snapped back to the present you heard him ask,

“Were you even listening to me?”

“I’m sorry, I got caught in my brain. What did you say?”

“I was just talking about how it always seemed like Annie had feelings for Reiner, but nevermind about that. You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m alright, just some memories from the past.”

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Not particularly.”

“Okay… you wanna drink about it?”

You laugh at Jean’s successful attempt to bring you back to earth. He flags the bartender over and orders you a couple more beers and another shot. You both throw your shots back with ease and decide to take your beers over to the pool table to join your friends. To everyone’s amusement Annie is showing Connie the right way to attempt a trickshot from behind the back. She sinks the 10 ball in the side pocket and smirks at Connie. Connie shrugs his shoulders trying to appear unimpressed, but you can see the boyish excitement tugging at the corners of his mouth. You watch as Connie and Annie finish their game with Annie easily pocketing all of the stripes in just a few turns. After she sinks the 8 ball she turns to ask who wants to face the winner and Jean jumps at the opportunity. You watch as Annie meticulously reracks the balls and lines up the cue. You notice the rings on her fingers, gemstones wrapped in delicate wire, dainty enough to appear feminine, but drawing enough attention to her hands to feel a bit sensual. You watch her shoot the breaking shot sinking the 3 ball. The raise of her eyebrows conveying careful consideration of what her next move will be. She sinks the 6, 2, and 5 balls before she just slightly misses her shot on the bright-yellow 1 ball. Jean observes the table with a fervent look in his eyes.

“Damn, you’re not going to make this easy for me.”

“Why would I? Can’t keep up Kirschtein?”

You giggle in admiration of the confidence rolling off of Annie’s tongue. Jean looks over at you with a shocked look of betrayal on his face. He can be so dramatic when he gets competitive. 

“You’re rooting for her now!? I thought we were friends.”

You roll your eyes at him and smirk at Annie.

“Can’t argue with talent, and from what I’ve seen Annie is the most talented player in the room tonight.”

Annie gives you a shy smile and you can’t tell if it’s the low lighting playing tricks on your eyes or if a light blush really did just spread over her freckled cheeks. You realize it must be the latter when you notice Mikasa glaring at you from behind her beer bottle as she takes a long sip. There’s a fluttering in your stomach that you can’t ignore as you realize the guys are looking back and forth between you and Mikasa trying to assess what just happened. Jean breaks the tension by lining up to take his first shot on the table. He sinks the 11 ball and just barely misses the corner pocket with his following shot. Annie lines up her next shot and makes quick work of the 1, and 4 balls before she asks Connie to grab her another beer from the bar. By the time Connie comes back Jean has managed to sink three shots before missing the fourth. He walks around the edge of the table to where you’re standing and leans into your ear to ask you what the hell you’re thinking by flirting with Annie like that. You tell him you didn’t mean for it to come across flirtatiously. Truthfully though, you have always thought Annie was beautiful. You start mulling over all the times you’ve seen her around campus in her doc martins and her layered crystal necklaces. Always listening to music with her bulky headphones on over her sleek blonde hair pulled back in an effortless bun. You feel a tension pooling inside of you and you don’t dare look over at Annie or Mikasa for fear that they might see your thoughts written on your face. This is the first time you’ve ever consciously considered Annie in this way and you get flustered by the flood of thoughts rushing to your head. Connie’s hand on your shoulder startles you enough to shift your focus and you see that he’s gotten you another beer. You must’ve had at least five beers and two shots by now, and you can feel the warmth coming over your body as the alcohol affects your senses. The game wraps up nicely with Annie sinking the 8 ball as effortlessly as breathing, and Jean and Mikasa make their way to close their tabs at the bar. Jean walks back over to you and Connie to ask if you’re ready to go.

“Yeah I’m ready, you didn’t have to pay the full tab though. I thought you were just buying the first round.”

“It’s no problem. You and Connie can split the next one for me.”

“Deal.”

You say bye to Annie and Mikasa taking note of the tension on Mikasa’s face when you address her. You realize this might become an issue, but the alcohol has caught up to you at this point and you decide to pocket that thought for another time. As you walk back to Connie and Jean’s apartment with them you decide you don’t want to call an uber to take you home, so you ask them if it’s okay if you crash on their couch.

“You know you don’t need to ask us. You’re always welcome at our place,” Connie says lightheartedly.

This wouldn’t be the first time you’ve stayed at their place overnight. There have been several instances when you haven’t had the energy to drive home after a late night study session, or haven’t wanted to spend the money on an uber. You’re always grateful that the guys let you stay whenever you need to, and you always keep an extra change of clothes and a toothbrush in your backpack. You walk up the stairs following Connie’s lead and make your way into the apartment. Connie asks you if you’d like to take a shower and offers up his bathroom to you. As much as you would like to feel refreshed before bed you don’t have anything to sleep in except the shirt you’re already wearing.

“I don’t have anything to sleep in if I shower; the only clothes I’ve got in my backpack are jeans and a crop top.”

Jean mocks your unpreparedness and offers you one of his t-shirts for the night. You kindly accept his offer and tell Connie that he can shower first if he wants to. Connie obliges and makes his way down the hall to his room and bathroom. You sit opposite Jean on the couch and he asks you if you want to watch a show while you wait for the shower. He puts on a random episode of Bob’s Burgers and asks if you want anything to drink. While he’s in the kitchen getting you a water bottle your mind starts to linger back on the thought of Annie blushing at your compliment. The thought of her beautiful freckled cheeks blushing just for you forces a sheepish smile to your lips. Before you can catch yourself Jean comes back into the room,

“What are you smiling about?”

“Oh, um, nothing. I think the tequila is making me loopy.”

“Since when are you a lightweight?”

“Since tonight I guess.”

It’s a horrible cover up for your real thoughts, but it’ll do for now. Connie comes back into the living room shortly after and tells you that his bathroom is all yours. You ask Jean to get you one of his t-shirts like he said, and he tells you to go pick one out for yourself. You go into his room and open his closet door to look for the softest shirt you can find. It’s a black shirt with the Guns and Roses logo on it. You walk back into the living room and ask him if that one is okay. He says it’s fine, so you walk down the hall to Connie’s bathroom to take your shower. Once you step in under the hot water you realize how wet you are. You can’t believe the thought of Annie got you this aroused, after all you barely know her. Your hand dances around your clit for a moment while thinking of her. You feel a need growing inside of you and you slowly slip two of your fingers inside your slit hoping you can take care of yourself before going back out into the living room. You move your fingers in and out of yourself at just the right pace and feel the pressure in your body building. You curl your fingers up into the spot that will send you over the edge. You come thinking about Annie’s cute little face underneath your pussy. After riding out your orgasm, you realize you’ve been in the shower longer than need be, so you wash yourself off quickly and hop out of the shower as fast as possible to avoid suspicion. You wrap yourself up in a towel and brush your teeth. You feel the warmth left over from your orgasm in your legs and it makes your pussy start to ache with need. You know you can’t do anything about it since you’ve already been in the bathroom much longer than you should’ve been, so you decide you’ll take care of it once the guys are asleep. You throw on Jean’s t-shirt and pause a moment to take in the distinct smell of him that lingers on it. You’ve never noticed Jean’s natural scent before, but now that you’re enveloped in his t-shirt you can’t help but take it all in. When you walk back into the living room Jean and Connie are both gone. You hear Jean’s shower running and assume Connie went to bed. You see the folded blankets they left for you, and you go to work making the couch into a bed. Once you’ve laid down you realize how warm your body is. You can’t tell if it’s because of the alcohol, the arousal, or both. You start to move your hand towards your clit when you hear Jean’s shower turn off. A few minutes later he comes into the living room to ask you if you need anything else for the night. You tell him you’re all set, and he tells you goodnight. Once he closes his door you let your hands wander to your breasts, pinching your nipples and massaging them with greed. One of your hands instinctively travels down to your clit where you start rubbing small circles making yourself squirm underneath your own touch. You inch your fingers further down into the pool of warmth forming between your legs. You’re so wet it’s almost embarrassing. You start fucking your pussy with your fingers, doing your best to suppress a moan as your back arches up from the couch. Your free hand is groping your breasts as you feel yourself spasming around your fingers. You move your free hand to your clit and start rubbing it delicately to avoid overstimulation. Your body is on fire with an aching need as you slam your eyes shut imagining Annie kissing down your body and sucking on your breasts. Your fingers are curling inside you and your body is spasming in response numbing all your senses. You open your eyes and freeze when you see Jean staring at you by his bedroom door, shocked.

chapter 2

[1ntr0v3rted]

Yoooo bro I’m back with my unwanted opinions LMAO

so me being me and being a wannabe critic or a wannabe explainer or whatever I looked up drama of some of my favorite people when I was little (still tbh)

I was the kid that was on the iPad 24/7 YouTube and Roblox Minecraft etc raised me than my own parents

I watched denisdaily and flamingo (flamingo later on in my life) I just didn’t watch anyone else but maybe Brent Rivera (ur stupid automatically bro idk what I saw in u)

Denis was rlly popular and stood out to me for his Roblox videos I subbed to him before he got all popular and #1 like maybe when he started his YouTubeish and I would watch him everyday I saw every single office he had even his bedroom with his roommate Sandra and Sandra’s boyfriend I rlly thought they were cool people I was really into sir meows a lot and having a character like that for a YouTube

My iPad was like child locked or smth like my dad would have to put his password in for me to download smth so his account was on there

Id beg and beg to like get Roblox and play it and become like Denis I truly looked up to him (I’m saying looked like I still don’t)

Apparently people r mad bc he took a mental health break and he had the pals situation plus the scam robux thing

But tbh the pals situation wasn’t Denis’ fault corl went haywire and so like he was gone and they all dispatched from each-other now u barley ever see Denis talking to sketch, Alex, or sub

Denis has a growing audience and rn children just know jokes like we have YouTube shorts we have TikTok and instagram which kids these days have like dude they know the jokes that are being said. There’s specific moderations u can put on ur kids device to make it only kid things and yes Denis might still pop up but he’s still pretty family friendly he’s just being himself like he is with his friends

I always wished like Denis and flamingo could meet and now they’re like literal lovers man (IK u see it bro don’t say otherwise they joke so much about being together) which also with apparently like homophobic allegations towards them both I think of it as just flirting with ur guys bro but my opinion doesn’t matter for what they have going on

Denis took a mental health break which is completely reasonable he couldn’t be with friends he just couldn’t go to YouTube anymore and have that motivation he’s on his own schedule bc he’s a person too

Now we’re onto flamingo who not everyone likes (u do he’s the #1 Roblox youtuber) and he had AlbertStuff which he said some pretty yk reasonably bad things and said some racist things and got attacked but he legit regrets who he was so he made flamingo and was family friendly with his still agressive type jokes but they’re not bad at all they’re funny and annoying and it’s great man

Also I wanna point out u guys r kinda acting like everyone who has a rep needs to be perfect like nah we all problematic (I am too bro dw)

Albert acts like AlbertStuff never happened that’s how much guilt and regret he has for that YouTube channel

And yes people like flamingo and Denis have changed to more and more PG-13 content but that’s also bc everyone else has become more PG-13 AKA THEIR OWN AUDIENCE

I grew up with them and it feels more funny and lively that they’re kinda growing up with me that’s what makes them rlly special to me (gonna cry/j)

It’s the same with the Barbie movie everyone was mad about it saying it was inappropriate for children (I don’t see it tbh) but it’s PG-13 just don’t bring ur kid?

What I’m saying is is that flamingos past is not who he is today and neither is Denis.

But the people who to this day r problematic and haven’t apologized and have ruined a community needa go

(I’m looking at you inquisitormaster lmao)

Thank you for reading my unpopular opinions !! (Don’t come for me or else I will show up as a frog and curse you)

[occult-roommates]

Cringe failed woman

Akva went outside the house, she needed some air...Or maybe some water, she’s a mermaid after all. Either way, she could no longer stand the overall atmosphere of the previous situation. Athena went outside too, to make sure she was ok, and Akva vented away to her old childhood friend.

She never really enjoyed talking about it, but Akva does feel like a failure for multiple reasons. First of all, growing up kinda poor meant she had always been encouraged to work extra hard to so she could “make it” in life. Though of course, as long as in the end of the day she eventually settles down, gets married with a nice merman and pops out some merbabies. As a woman, it was her duty afterall.

Then she came out as a lesbian, and this expectation fell apart. Her younger relatives such as her siblings accepted her no problem, but her older one...it was an uphill battle. And then when it came out she did had a baby and put her up for adoption in spite of that...Like first she messed up not being a loser, now she’s even messing up being a woman, wow...She tried not to internalize this, but the feeling did caught on to her, and now that she sees she’s not even the best mother for the baby she gave birth to. She knows it’s silly, but it still hurt.

Athena: I mean, I know how you feel...You think I don’t feel like a failure? Akva: Aw, Jay, it’s ok. Enjoying wearing makeup doesn’t make you less of a man, and like we said at the airport, long hair is pretty common in merfolk. Athena: Ak...Akva I...I don’t wanna make this about me but...like

And just like that, Akva figured out where her friend was going with this. This was a bit of a shock, it makes sense considering Athena’s current look, but she 100% did not saw that coming.

Akva: Since when? How long did you know?  Athena: I kinda knew pretty much since I hit puberty, but like, I thought it was just a healthy thought experiment that everyone goes through where you wonder what life would be like if you were born the opposite sex. Then I’d say, around the time Khaled died, so like senior year of high school, I knew for sure. But I knew my parents wouldn’t take it super well, and I felt like I was throwing away my future by coming out, so I tried to repress it...That is until last year, right before my birthday. I didn’t had the courage to tell anyone, but I had to stop lying to myself and that’s when I started doing some stuff like growing my hair out and buying some new clothes. Akva: And why didn’t you just tell June and I? Athena: I knew you too would likely not care, but I was still afraid. Especially since like, look at me, I know I don’t look like a woman! I feel more like a weird crossdresser currently, and I’m worried I’ll never look like one. I didn’t wanted to make everything awkward by just coming out as trans when I don’t pass. Akva: I mean, you’re never gonna pass if you stay closeted.

There was so much guilt involved in her situation too, like, she knew she used to be a pretty attractive dude, and now she’s throwing this away. On top of that, amongst her parents’ three kids, she was the only “son”. 

Athena: And like, I always try to tell myself I’m lucky to be a man. Like, I’ll never have to worry about periods or my life being potentially ruined cause someone nutted in me...I’m sorry that’s the grossest way I could have described an unplanned pregnancy I don’t know why I said it like that. Akva: Well, there is more to being a woman that like...being able to make babies you know. Like, Paisley’s infertile. Athena: Then why do you feel like a failed woman cause you can’t raise a baby?

She got her there.

Akva: Well, I guess we’re both cringe failed women then.  Athena: It’s...My name is Athena by the way. It was hard to pick, I thought about a weird compound name like my old one, but nah, didn’t felt like repeating my parents’ mistake and couldn’t come up with one that sounded as...I don’t know, iconic as Sanjayson. Then I read somewhere about not enough people being named after Greek gods, and like my mom is Greek so I took that opportunity. At first I considered Amphitrite as she is the goddess of the sea, but that was way too much of a mouthful and I couldn’t come up with a good nickname. Everyone knows Athena. I’ve been calling myself that for a good six-seven months now. Akva: Mind if I just call you Thena or Nana? Athena: Of course not! Akva: And also, I have a friend who’s a spellcaster, and I know genderbending potion are a thing, I could try getting you one. Athena: I did consider that, but like, but then I found out how hard they are to come by, especially if you’re not a spellcaster. Akva: I just said I have a friend who can make you one!

Well, that was one hell of a relief for Athena. Now, she just had to repeat it over and over again to everyone she knows, starting with June, and then working her way to her parents. 

As for Akva well, you know...this does explain why she did felt a weird attraction towards her even though she’s a lesbian.

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[1983ram]

LH1983:RAM Episode 1 - Pilot

Summary: Rue places her first call and tries not to worry Bridget as she explains her situation.

EXT. ROAD - NIGHT

We hear the crunching of boots on snow as RUE, a truck driver with gray hair wearing bulky winter clothes over her bulky frame, steps out of her RIG. She takes a second to breathe in the cool snowy air and then puts a cigarette to her lips, puffing on it a few times before heading towards a payphone booth across the road. 

She doesn’t look both ways, not because of the lack of cars, or the fact that everyone seems to have disappeared overnight. RUE simply has faith in the road.

INT. PHONE BOOTH - NIGHT

Once she has paid the required 25 cents, she hits the numbers with more force than necessary, causing the booth to shudder slightly. We hear the dial tone, it goes on for a long while, until finally–

BRIDGET (quiet, audibly smiling) Hi, you’ve reached Bridget and Rue, unfortunately neither of us can come to the phone right now so leave your message after the beep!

There's a long beep, a long sigh from RUE.

RUE Hey Bridge, I- uh… I just finished a job and I’m heading back home, hopefully you get this… I guess I really should head back since something seems to have happened to everybody. 

I mean… even the guy I had to take the parts to, the uh… the dude with the glasses and the fancy suit, he wasn’t even at the office, it was just an empty building! And he- he seemed like he lived there.

(Thoughtful) You think the rapture happened or something? Sorry- I dunno, I know you don’t like it when I get all religious so… I’ll shut that up real quick…

Is it snowing real bad where you are too? Back at home? I know I always worry you when I talk about the weather, you start worrying the weathers gonna run me off the road or something (she chuckles). Honestly, I’m in more danger on those busy roads, all those other reckless drivers, you know me- Er- I guess I would have been in more danger… but now everyone's like gone…

Anyway, it isn’t that bad out here, a lil snow’s not gonna stop me, my rig plows right through it, you’ve seen that. Nah… What I am worried about is this whole… the whole nobody anywhere situation… That’s why I’m gonna get home as soon as I can, gotta get my Bridge to calm my nerves heh… 

Don’t worry, I can already hear you saying (Imitating Bridget) “Please, don’t push yourself so hard! Just get here when you can!” And I won’t… I won’t push myself, after all my old bones really can't take how i used to drive… All that caffeine I used to hammer down as a kid’s gotta have some kinda impact on my life expectancy (She chuckles). And I’ll sleep at night and make sure I don’t forget to eat, no need to remind me.

(Quietly, nervously) I’m um… I did uh… do something a little reckless I’ll admit. My hands… my hand’s been bleeding since this morning, I cut it on accident. I thought I heard someone in this office, hiding or something, so I uh… the door was locked and so I broke a window to get in and see but… I cut my hand on some of the glass. It was a nice office at least heh… I dunno.

We hear her fidget with her bandage, shuffling the phone to a comfortable spot on her shoulder.

RUE (CONT’D) I wish you were here… to like… sew it up or something. I know you hate blood, get faint at the sight of it heh, but… I won't be tough, it's a little bad, but I am keeping an eye on it. I got it covered so it won't bleed too much and won't get worse but… Don’t worry, I think I saw in a movie once they put a rug over some barbed wire to get over it… wonder if that works with broken glass. Might just cut through but… I dunno.

Oh… oh- speaking of movies, you remember all those UFO movies I’d make you watch when we first started dating? I mean- I don't think I need to explain, you see the lights too… right? Real pretty but… Almost like a wildfire or something. They… They seem dangerous but… sometimes I can't help it, I gotta stare. I- I’m gonna avoid it though, wouldn't wanna get abducted after all.

But ah… It… It is getting closer and I should probably keep on trucking on. I’ll call you tomorrow sweetheart… I’ll be there before Christmas, I promise you.

(Singing) “Christmas Eve will find me. Where the love light gleams. I'll be home for Christmas, If only in my dreams.”

RUE’s singing devolves into light laughter, she picks the receiver up and makes a kissing noise into it.

RUE (CONT’D) Love you Bridge, I’ll talk to you soon.

We hear RUE click the receiver back into place, ending the call for the night. She looks out towards her RIG and the snow falling gently and takes a deep breath, she still had so long to go to get home. 

But she had to get there, for Bridget. 

EXT. ROAD - NIGHT

She climbs back into the RIG, sliding her keys into the ignition and hearing the satisfying click as she starts her engine.

We hear her drive off, in search of a place to sleep and something to eat. 

FADE TO BLACK

END OF EPISODE 1

[skinni-girls-eat-books]

Tuesday, March 5th, 2024!

1:07am: Just going to keep journaling so I don't go insane. My ex keeps jerking me around and I can't continue to care. He's so wrapped up in his own emotion, he will never be capable of actually being a good friend. He never asks if I'm ok or tries to make casual conversation, it's just all about him and his constant state of drama. I just can't relate to him anymore and I can't continue on the way I've been trying to. There's literally not much I can control or change about this situation, I can only be responsible for how I react to it I guess.

On another note, I finished my laundry! Tomorrow I will get up, take a shower, shaving is not necessary I just need to clean myself so literally no pressure. Drink some water, take my vitamin, hang out with my cats. Probably take a tums bc my farts are DEADLY rn and I don't know why RIP. If I do shave it would probably just be my coochie tbh. Some light weed whacking lmao. If I keep farting like rotten eggs I'm definitely not making any man plans tomorrow 🤣 I cantttttt haha

I think tomorrow I might clean out my closet now that it's clean?? There's so many items I never wear tbh. Maybe shave up to my knees and get a pedicure?? Maybe go on FB marketplace or thrift for some nightstand things or some dollar tree cubbies for this stuff I've had on the floor forever. I just randomly remembered my coats are in my trunk and I feel like I'm gonna forget where they are. Maybe return those things to the library omg and go to bath n body works and get real deodorant and laundry detergent

So many thoughts going through my mind omg I just had diarrhea while writing this 😭 please go away tummy problems. I wonder if it was me pounding tajin with my margarita I literally don't know.

I need to figure out where I wanna take myself out to before the show tomorrow! Aaaaa so many possibilities!! This week has already been so perfect and it's not over yet! I love my life! It's so crazy to love my life after going through so much trauma but here I am, stronger than ever!! :) I'm so proud of myself ❤️

8:57am: Nah tell me why I got on tinder this morning (early bird 🤣) and damn these guys are just ehh. Idk how tf I'm ever gonna take any of them seriously again. I'm just pretty hardened after everything, not really in a bad way, but in a needed way if you ask me. I feel like I don't know what I'm looking for lol I feel like if you know what you're looking for, you go out and pursue it?? But idk so it's more challenging. Tbh I just want to have fun like I'm in my fboi era fr. Curving dudes when they get serious n shit 💀

9:40am: ok time to get up lmao. I'll find a guy eventually so actually no rush 🤣 I got my two little furry boys and that's what really matters. I want to get all gussied up today just bc I can. Lil man bawling his eyes out not being able to speak to me anymore bc he knows he fucked up is a crazy way to live. Having to live with the guilt of cheating on someone.... Couldn't be me 🙄😂

I get to continue my life knowing that I'm a bomb af gf and anyone would be damn lucky to have me (once they get to know me!) if I don't meet people then they'll never know! I got ppl who don't even speak English wanting another date fr.

11:02pm: I'm just gonna keep shooting my shot until something sticks I think. I really do believe it's a numbers game anymore, if you talk to 0 ppl or put all your eggs into 1 basket likeeee you're not going to get far and it's gonna take 500 years, 100 years to even get a date at that rate. I wanna be like that girl who went on what 50 dates in a year?? Like go off queen 💅 at least you'll have 50 stories to tell if nothing else haha, plus I need the practice ong.

I like the journaling instead of trying to text him, it's so much better. N+T were right, he just needs to learn his lesson, that's so sad your friend literally had to say that about his best man like if my MOH turned out to be a flaming bag of shit like how embarrassing (for the POS) and seriously sad and fucked up :( .

[pesterloglog]

Harry Anderson Egbert, Vrissy Maryam-Lalonde

Page 548

TG: tavvy's being useless as ever.

TG: just let me know if you're all good.

TG: it's getting pretty bad out here.

-- thespiansGlamor [TG] is now an idle chum! ––

TG: uh...

TG: if you're alive, let me know?

TG: hopefully vriska didn't manage to get you smoked.

TG: or something.

TG: haha, sorry i keep overthinking.

TG: lol.

TG: you're probably fine.

TG: i think.

TG: yeah, what am i saying, you totally got this!

TG: when have you fumbled anything. you're fucking awesome

TG: vriska's got nothin on you. right?

-- thespiansGlamor [TG] is now an idle chum! --

TG: vrissy?

TG: shit, ok.

TG: in case anything happens

TG: uh

TG: i'm happy we got to be together despite having to go to different schools.

TG: and i got to hang out with you and stuff.

TG: you've just been like

TG: the best matesprit i've ever had. haha.

TG: you're like

TG: the coolest chick

TG: and i love hanging out with you?

TG: fuck i already said that.

TG: what i'm trying to say is that you're just really awesome and fun to be around and it would suck if...

TG: wow no.

TG: god what the hell am i doing.

TG: that was the dumbest thing i've ever sent.

TG: ignore that.

TG: i'll stop messaging now.

AG: Dude.

AG: Holy Shit??

AG: I'm here.

TG: oh, hey.

AG: Your messages were sent All at Once and you nearly Crashed my phone.

AG: Chill Out!!!

TG: well, sorry for checking on you??

TG: i've been waiting to hear back since yesterday!!

AG: What, you can't Survive a Singular Goddamn Second alone without Me?

AG: Relax, I wasn't even Gone that long.

AG: More Importantly though,

AG: Guess who just 8roke out of Prison?

AG: ME, 8ITCH!!!!!!!!

AG: I fucking Did that!!

TG: what.

TG: prison.

TG: you mean..

AG: Yes, Prison!

TG: you're just messing with me right? lol. this is another prank.

AG: Nope!

TG: i don't really feel like joking right now to be honest.

AG: I'm not Fucking Joking, Harry!!!!!!! It was a D8ngerous situation, why would I even Lie a8out something like That????

TG: because you lie all the time??

TG: fine, i'll humor you.

TG: are you still with vriska?

AG: Nah, not right now. She is doing Her Thing while I am doing Mine.

TG: so you were left alone with her ONCE and she already got the both of you arrested.

TG: that's good to know.

TG: could have given me a heads up.

AG: Give you a Heads Up that I was going to get thrown in Jail? Wow, just say you're inept at Identifying a little thing called "Unforseen Circumstances". I can't tell the Future, dingus.

TG: no, i meant about leaving with vriska.

AG: I would have 8ut I had no Signal! They pro8a8ly Jammed it or some Shit.

AG: It only Connected once I made it out!

TG: man, i don't get it.

TG: she already managed to put targets on our heads in less than 24 hours of chasing her trail of bullshit.

TG: why would you even keep following her.

AG: 8ecause I wanted to. And she was making a lot of Sense at the Time!

Ag: Ugh, stop typing wh8tever you're a8out to Type.

AG: It's fine!!!! I don't Wanna Hear it!

AG: The Point is, I used my Powers for something actually really Useful! And not just to Torment Tavvy, which I intend to keep doing

AG: ...8ut 8-fold. ::::)

AG: God, I can't W8 to try this shit on Everything!!!!!!!!

TG: oh.

TG: like your mind thingy?

TG: i'm not really following...

TG: can you just explain what the hell you were doing all this time??

AG: May8e you'd Find Out if you would let me Finish!!!

AG: 8asically, Vriska thought it would 8e a Gr8 idea to take us on some kind of Half-8aked Mission to get Captured 8y Jane's goons to... uh... I'm not even sure myself 8ut wh8tever she did, she knew what she was doing? I guess????????

AG: Anyway, we got Am8ushed and thrown in Prison.

TG: jesus christ.

AG: It wasn't a 8ig deal. I pl8yed the hand I was given, and I'm Fine. I wanted to prove to her that I can handle these things Myself.

AG: And I Did.

AG: She Pressed me to try out my Mind Manipul8tion, and it turns out that was all I Needed!

AG: I managed to Puppet this Dum8 Guard to open the Cell after some concentr8ting. Took less than a Minute. Easy.

AG: After that, she wanted me to Follow her 8ut I stopped Caring a8out wh8tever corny Spy Mission she was doing in there so I just Left.

AG: I was getting kind of Sick of her Grilling me the whole time anyway.

TG: yeah, i mean, she kind of fucking sucks to be around if you haven't noticed?

TG: i know she's like this super cool and badass legend to you but i think this is one of those never meet your heroes type situations.

TG: her vibes are rancid.

AG: Oh relax Harry, she wasn't That 8ad.

TG: i'm pretty sure she'd sleep like a rock at night if anything really terrible happened to you.

TG: she doesn't care, dude.

TG: about us.

TG: or anyone.

TG: or material possessions, for that matter.

TG: she trashed up my room and stomped her gross red shoes all over my awesome costumes!

TG: i put my heart and soul into those, man...

TG: AND she put you in danger.

AG: Who cares a8out Your costumes!! She helped me have a Psionic 8r8kthrough!!!!!!!! That's a good enough Reason for me to Trust that she knows her Shit.

AG: Don't forget that she's a Literal fucking God.

TG: well, she's not mine.

AG: There's no Denying that if there's one thing she's Effortless at, it's getting shit done. So even if Shit gets Real, I'm going to try to get a Cut of her Luck any Chance I get.

AG: I'm just taking a 8it of a 8r8k.

TG: i don't think tossing you head first into jane's ambush as an endurance test qualifies as "luck", but what the hell do i know.

TG: at least the psychic stuff is pretty cool, ig.

AG: Psionic.

TG: whatever.

TG: not to piss on your victory parade, but i think you should hurry up and come meet me, i'm basically a sitting duck.

AG: Yeah, yeah, I'm coming.

-- adamantGriftress [AG] ceased pestering thespiansGlamor [TG] --

[inkmonster21]

Best Buds

Fezco x Reader

Euphoria Universe x Reader

1. Your Local Drug Dealer

2. Behind the Store Blaze

3. Friends

4. MaKay’s Party

5. My Girl

~

Fez held me from the darkest of the night to when the morning sun peeled into the sky. Early morning I planted myself in the kitchen making breakfast.

Ash walks in from the hall rubbing the tiredness out of his eyes. He connects with my frame, taking a step back. "The fuck you doin here?" I smile putting two pancakes, sausage, and scrambled eyes on his plate, sliding it to him over the table. Ash stares down at the plate of food like it is a masterpiece. "Making breakfast." I hum with a smile as I return to the kitchen. Ash narrows his eyes at me, stabbing a fork into his eggs. "Yeah, but why'd you come up in my house early as fuck cookin? How'd you even get in? Fez awake?" I stare at the pancakes the batter darkens. "Um, no. I stayed the night." Ash stops chewing and cocks his head.

At the same moment, I feel two arms wrap around my waist. Fez buries his head in the crook of my neck, peppering the skin with kisses. "Mornin, shawty." the corners of my lips curl in a smile. There wasn't a bro fist as he passed. No awkward tension in the air as we hold by the need to touch one other. I turn my head over my shoulder to take a glimpse at Fezco. He grins at me, catching my lips with his.

"No fuckin way," Ash exclaims from the table. Fez separates from me, gathering food on a plate. He takes the seat across from his brother. Ash stares at him with wide eyes. He gestures between Fez and I. "This for real?" Fez draws his eyes up, catching mine as he smiles, "Yeah, man. That's my girl." Ash grins going back to devouring his breakfast. "Fuckin finally. Was wondering when the fuck you'd get together. That shit was pitiful to watch." I enter the dining room with my food taking a seat. The three of us eat with a peaceful aroma in the air. "Yo, you wanna move in and do this shit every day?" Ash mumbles as he stuffs his face. Fez shakes his head, "Ash, come on, bruh." I shrug as I swallow the first bite. "Sure, Ash. I'll move in. I'll even paint your room pink with purple glitter." Ash scoffs, mumbling, "Like to see you try." Fez busts in laughter at his brother.

~

That night Fez drops me off at the front gate of my house. He runs his thumb over my leg as we stare at the large redwood door. "I don't want you goin, ma." I place my hands on his cheeks, pressing my lips to his. Our world stops as we kiss in his car. Right up until a loud bang hits the hood. Dylan stands at Fez's window glaring inside. "What you doing, dude? Macking on my sister? The fuck!" Fez rolls his window down, "Wasup, D?" Fez attempts to dap my brother up, but Dylan refuses. "(Y/n), let's go." I giggle at his demand. "Excuse me?" "Get out of the fucking car." Fez looks between the two of us, the situation hard to read. "Man, we ain't doing nothing. You know me." Dylan rolls his eyes silently.

"You ain't the issue, Fez. (Y/n), come on. Before dad sees."

At that point, it became clear. Dylan wasn't being an ass for his sake. He was only warning us about my father's presence. I swallow the lump in my throat. "Oh... I thought he wasn't home yet."

Fez furrows his brows, "Your dad got a problem with me? Ain't never met the man." Dylan shakes his head, "Nah, dude. My dads just-" "A hardass." I say, gathering my things. "I've got to go." Fez pouts his lip, his blue eyes shining. "Ima miss you, ma." "I'll miss you too." I kiss him one last time before exiting the car and watching him drive off.

Dylan smirks at me as Fez's car disappears. "Just friends, huh?" I smirk at my brother before using the code to unlock the gate. "Started that way." "And now, sista? What are you?" The blush rose to my cheeks at the thought of him. "We're together. I'm his girl." Dylan smiles, he pinches my cheek. "Glad to see you're happy. I'll fuck him up if he hurts you." I narrow my eyes at the thought. Dylan can fight, but putting him against Fezco would be a sad match. "That's unlikely."

~

My mother taps her fingers against the table as Wanda, our cook presents tonight's meal on the table. My mother stares me down, an examination has just begun. "So, (Y/n), where have you been all weekend?" "A friends house." My father narrows his eyes leaning in, "do we know this friend?" "Yeah." I cut the conversation short. I'm not ready to tell my strict parents I'm in love with a drug dealer.

I reach for a steak my mother slaps my hand away. "The smaller one, honey." As she directs, I place the smallest cut on my plate. "So, the first day of school tomorrow. How are we feeling?" My father asks only wanting professional answers in return. I clear my throat, making sure my posture is correct before speaking. "I'm looking forward to it. I'm on varsity cheer this year." My mother winks, "That's my girl." While mom is pleased, dad is not. "Don't you think you want to focus on your career rather than shaking pompoms for some boy to go to college for free?" and there's where the argument starts between my parents. The next 30 minutes are spent screaming with harsh remarks field by wine and scotch. Nothing better than living with two classy alcoholics.

[ceruleanchillin]

When You're At The Function F***in It UP And Your Man Walks In (Mayans)

Warnings: Implied sexual content, language, fighting

Characters: Angel, Coco, & EZ

A:

You’re on thin ice as it is sis. The little forest-green dress with the the deep plunge front and slit sides, the one that ended up purchased after your friends hyped you into it. That’s supposed to be in the trash according to one Angel Reyes. That, or reserved for private nights in.

Currently, it was wrapped around your form, helping you grab envious/admiring glances from around the room.

Your hips twisted to the layered bass, using the random behind you for stability. Your friend next to you cheered you on, her inner hype man on full display. There’s a breakdown in the song, and you lose yourself in the rhythm. Suddenly, you hear a familiar voice telling you “Superstar mama, say hi for the gram!”.

Your eyes zone in on Gilly, eyes wide. Everyone knew the Mayans rolled deep when they went anywhere. Where there was one, there was the rest. Especially when it came to the three musketeers and their wrangler, EZ.

Like you were busted sneaking back into your room as a teen, you froze. You narrowed your eyes at your friend who shrugged and mouthed sorry before disappearing.

“Gilly fuck off!” You hissed, moving away from the random. Your eyes scanning the crowded den.

Gilly laughed, tucking his phone into his kutte. “Ayy, don’t get mad at me,” he fluttered his eyelashes and fake coughed into his hand. “I don’t feel so good baby, I’m just gonna stay in tonight.”

You narrowed your eyes at his high-pitched mimicry of your last conversation with Angel.

He wasn’t even supposed to be there. Your friend swore she nixed all Mayan related invites, just for that night, on your behalf. All you wanted was to be able to turn up like you did pre-relationship. Normally you could at clubhouse parties since Angel trusted everyone there with his life. Any party outside of that was a gamble, and Angel could referee like he got a check for it.

Your eyes finally met said man’s across the party and a chill and went down your spine. Angel was propped against the wall across the way, eyes on you.

The rest of party fell away as you made your way over to him, schooling your features into your ‘what did I do daddy?’ pout.

“Nah, don’t come over with that lip poking now.” He shook his head, speaking when you were in range of him.

“And what are you doing wearing this fucking pillowcase out here? What did we talk about?” He pinched the thin strings of your dress.

“Nooo, don’t be mad. I was walking through my closet and it fell on me. Besides, you liked it when I modeled it for you.”

Angel scoffed, refusing to even entertain your comments. Coco chuckled from his spot next to his friend as he lit a cigarette.

“I thought you had club shit, I didn’t even know you’d be here.” You cringed as soon as the words left your lips, the shots you’d taken earlier still putting in work.

“I didn’t know you’d be here either. I thought you were sick. There’s some soup in the car that thought it was getting dropped off. Apparently wrong thoughts is the theme of the night.”

Petty by Angel Reyes.

“Soup? Baby, that’s so sweet.” You tried to pet his cheeks, but he was keeping you at bay.

“You aren’t even sick! Imma give that shit to Gilly.”

“Nooo.” You whined again, still trying to get him to let you touch him in some way.

“Get that bitch you were dancing with to buy you soup.” It was his turn to pout, but there was fire in his eyes as he tracked the guy you’d been dancing with. “It’s all he’s gonna be able to fucking eat in a minute anyways.”

“Sorry I blew up your spot ma, I just wanted to see my plug and get out.” Coco opened the palm of his hand not holding the cigarette and revealed a small bag of weed.

Angel snapped his head towards him, expression incredulous. “Don’t apologize to her, she lied to her man! She gave some puto hope! Get on code!”

“I love you hermano, but this is your guard dog-ass fault.” He pointedly ignored his friend’s heated glare as a girl in the doorway caught his interest, slipping away when she positively returned his gaze.

Angel’s attention was claimed by you once again when you pulled his head down towards you. You smothered his cheeks in kisses, to which he was physically unresponsive.

“I don’t know if I want you kissing on me querida.”

You rolled your eyes. Petty or not, everyone knew Angel’s life force depleted the longer he went without touching you. Even in your tipsy state you could see his fingers literally twitched with the need to take their rightful place on your hips.

“I just wanted to dance like I used to, and you don’t dance. Then you beat down guys who want to. You left me no choice, so let me have kisses.” You locked your arms around his waist, successfully avoiding his half-hearted attempts to push you away.

He scrunched up his face. “How the fuck am I catching strays in this situation? I’m the victim!”

“I’ll make it up to you later if you stop being a hatin’ wallflower and let me grind on you.” Your hips found the rhythm of the slow wind song thumping through the room.

His hands encircled your throat, drawing you closer to his person. Your pupils blew at his darkened expression, your lower half squirming with interest. He pressed his lips to yours, and the party faded to nothing again. His fingers flexed around your throat before closing just enough for him to draw the subtlest gasp from you. He felt it more than heard it over the noise, but it was enough.

He pulled away, licking his lips as you tried to remember where you were and if sin always tasted so good.

“You’ll make it up to me right now in the traitor’s car.” he held up keys you recognized to be Coco’s.

You started to protest on principle, but your body was going through withdrawals from a lite touch (for Angel). He could see the wheels turning, but you were letting him lead you out of the room, palm openly covering your ass.

“Who are you texting?” You asked, more annoyed with how his hands were no longer possessively roaming your body than a real answer.

He quickly pocketed his phone and returned his hands to you. “No one baby.” definitely not telling his boys via group chat to handle the random for him. “Stop worrying about anything other than how you’re gonna get around at work tomorrow.”

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C:

It was bad enough you couldn’t make it to New Orleans due to work, and Old Lady “responsibilities”, but this petty fight you were in with Coco was the kicker. You couldn’t even remember how it started, but it escalated back and forth until you weren’t speaking and were back staying at your apartment.

Poor Letty had been reduced to messenger girl, especially now that she had a car. A tug of war with your point being “she was my girl first, that’s how we met” and his point being “she’s my kid, blood first ma” had broken out. You didn’t know what was going to wear through its welcome first, your lack of Coco, or Letty’s patience, but they were competing. It wasn’t like Coco was doing any better if your daily updates from Letty were any indication. He was impatient, tense, chain smoking, and was getting closer and closer to going through with the apology call he was openly fighting.

It wouldn’t be long before you were back to getting your back arched out of shape if that was anything to go by. Not a moment too soon if your own miserable habits were anything to go by. You wanted to use the party to distract yourself, hoping Coco would break first the following day. If not, it was sure to be you.

You spent the whole day throwing your frustrations into decorating your best friend’s backyard. It looked like the French Quarter threw up its best years, but it was the perfect backdrop to lose yourself to some bounce music.

Normally, you could goad Coco into being your twerking post, and that resistance (plus his turned on bi-lingual hypeman compliments in your ear) was everything missing at the moment.

You pouted and weaved your way out of the crowd to your friend who was busy playing good hostess.

“Ah ah, no whining. If you wanna really make it Mardi Gras, shake your ass on a dude.”

You narrowed your eyes, annoyed she shut down and solved your problem before you could whine about it. “Coco hates that shit! Plus he’s spoiled me, it won’t even be the same.”

“Coco isn’t here, and it doesn’t have to be the same, it just has to do.” She turned away from where she’d filled two shot glasses for the two of you. “Besides, we both know your ass is gonna be all in his neck crying about how you miss him tomorrow. Do your thing before you go out sad.”

She clinked shot glasses with you, pleased at her accurate assessment and your sourpuss face.

“Fuck you.” You laughed, voice rough from the burn of the shot.

“Save that for Coco.” She smacked your ass, draped one of the many beaded necklaces hanging off her shoulder around your neck, and sent you on your way back to the crowd of writhing bodies.

It was nothing to find dudes to grind on, and you fell into the synergy. You couldn’t count how many fast paced songs you’d thrown it back to, or how many guys you’d danced with. The stack of beads you’d acquired gave some idea though.

Meanwhile, Coco’s skin was alive with the kind of anger he felt. He’d been seriously contemplating coming to your place and forcing out admissions of how his life wasn’t right without you in it. He couldn’t remember who or what started it, but it didn’t even matter when your scent was starting to fade from his pillow, and his touch starvation was acting up.

All of that went careening out the window when he stumbled upon a pouty Letty, huffing and sucking her teeth at her phone. Turns out you, and “everyone in the goddamn world but me” according to Letty, were at your friend’s blowout Mardi Gras party. Coco knew it was your favorite holiday, but it was news to him that you had any plans since you couldn’t officially go this year. News he didn’t welcome at all, since all of the videos he saw you in you were throwing (his) your ass on multiple dudes. Did you think he wouldn’t fight everyone???

He was already on his bike before he’d even registered leaving the house. He sent a quick summoning call in his boy’s group chat, your friend’s address the destination.

The party was louder and wilder than the videos let on. He’d already spotted his boys by their kuttes, mingling in their respective ways, but didn’t seek them out. They’d find him if he needed them to. Coco on the other hand, needed to find you.

His eagle eyes picked apart the crowd until he spotted you twisting yourself to the rhythm. Coco didn’t know whether to shoot the asshole behind you, or take you away to deal with the feelings you were bringing out of him.

You knew he loved when you brought the South to the West Coast with your hips and ass.

He charged into your space, his hands immediately going for the guy’s arm and snatching him towards him.

“Make a choice cabrón. Get the fuck out, or be an expensive bill and sad memory for your moms by morning.” He pressed his kutte to his person, emphasizing that he was strapped.

The guy raised his palms and quickly exited the scene. Unwilling to test what clearly was a warning that Coco would happily make good on.

You tugged on him, trying to get him to move away from the crowd. Scanning those around you to see who saw or heard, you noticed more than you would’ve liked. They wouldn’t make a fuss, noting his kutte, but still.

“Stop it. What are you even doing here?” You hissed, tugging his arm harshly for his attention.

He turned his gaze, wild with adrenaline and arrogance at his victory, on you. “You should’ve stopped yourself before throwing it back on random fuckers for the internet. This is on you.”

“No, this is on you. If you hadn’t done what you did or said what you said…”. You trailed off remembering that you couldn’t recall what had happened, just the frustration.

“What did I say or do (y/n)?” He noted your visible annoyance that he’d chosen to use your real name instead of a pet name, and with a smirk, he walked you backwards until your back gently hit the fence.

Between not recalling what started the fight, and your man looking amazing, you settled on a pathetic. “You remember.”

“No I don’t, and neither do you.” that familiar prickle of intensity sparked between the two of you.

Everything between you and Coco felt like a live wire dancing back and forth. High energy moments usually ended in either great sex, or separation (sometimes by the force of your friends) to let things cool down.

“I know you’re gonna catch a case if you keep moving like that Johnny. Is that what you want?”

“Nah mujer, that ain’t what I want. I want you home where you belong, but you’re out here playing me instead.” Slender fingers tugged sharply at a few of the beaded necklaces in your stack.

You sucked your teeth and turned your head, ignoring the warm cheeks and butterflies in your stomach at his on-brand admission of missing you.

He placed a hand on the fence next to your head, grasping your chin to turn your attention back to him.

“You’re being a drama queen. I thought I was talking to Angel for a second.”

He threw his head back as laughed, and you got an almost overwhelming urge to kiss him. Or at least bury your fingers in his soft curls, they were begging for it at this po-

“Fuck that, he’s still got me beat. Wait til you see the tantrum he’s saving for you for not getting invited tonight.”

“He was, I just told her to can it because of you. He should be mad at you.” You pouted, but your tone was teasing.

“I could put in a good word for you…you know, if you’re done being petty.” He leaned in, running his lips over the shell of your ear.

“Or I could just offer to throw it back on him to make him forget.”

It was your turn to laugh when Coco tensed, and pulled back from where he’d been teasing you with light touches. You didn’t love him no longer touching you, but faltering him made it almost worth it.

“Or you could take me home and we could both forget…” you clutched at his kutte, leaning into him.

He pulled your hands away by your wrists, his thumbs rubbing over your pulse points.

“Nah, if dancing is this fucking important to you, come on then.” He pulled you after him.

“Cocooo,” you whined, more interested in getting him to touch you again. “Take me home already.”

“My lady wants to dance.” He sat on the outdoor wicker couch and patted his lap. “So dance.”

You stood there in confusion for a second, before what he meant became clear. “I’m not doing that here!”

“You didn’t have an issue earlier, move those hips ma.” He looked between you and his lap again.

Could’ve been the way he was biting his lip, or the laid back way he rested against the couch, but that coupled with lack of access to him, had affirmative words running through your mind.

You playfully rolled your eyes, faking like his request was that expensive. “Only because I want to get you home, and I know you’ll never quit whining if I don’t.”

You slipped onto his lap, the action already drawing attention from partygoers just for the potential of what was to come.

He grasped your hips to still you before you started to move, his palm pressing you back to him by your throat. “And don’t half-ass it yeah…or I might do the same when I get you home.”

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E:

It wasn’t until Creeper hit his shoulder and informed him of how hard he was smiling that EZ realized his cheeks ached. He couldn’t help it, he loved watching you dance more than anything.

As soon as you heard a melody you liked, you came alive to it, and stole everyone’s attention. You could find the beat on anything.

That wasn’t his sole reason for cheesing so hard though. Tonight had been the first night you brought your closest friends around the club, and he knew it took great trust in him, his brothers, and your relationship to do that. Your family was on the East Coast, so your friends filled that role for you. Coupled with EZ, they were your world and he thanked you everyday for letting him in.

“Gonna stop calling you boy scout if you keep enjoying the show this much.” Creeper took the seat across from him, half blocking his view.

“Oh you didn’t know how EZ gets down?” Angel’s lips formed that mischievous grin, his eyes taking on the same glint. “You should’ve seen him begging me for tales from Angel’s crib.”

“She and her girls look good out there. Might be too much for you junior.”

EZ rolled his eyes at the ribbing from his brothers, his grin still intact. “At some point I’m gonna be patched, I’m happy to make a cage date for that day. Pretty sure I can take both of you.

Creeper and Angel exchanged exaggerated incredulous expressions.

“See what happens when you go easy on the help?” Angel scoffed. “You sound like you’re hurtin’ for work prospect.”

“Could use some more water.” Creeper shook his water bottle at him, just barely missing splashing him.

EZ rose from his seat, empty beer bottle in hand. “Just remember that day is coming.”

Angel and Creeper laughed raucously at that.

“Don’t get your ass beat in front of your woman lil bro!”

EZ shook his head, choosing to ignore his dumbass older brother. and tossed his bottle in the trash. Slipping through the moving bodies until he was near you, he gently patted your friend who nodded and stepped from behind you.

You jumped, surprised at his sudden appearance, but settled back against him.

“Hey baby.” You gently encouraged him to follow the sway of your hips as he placed his head on your shoulder.

“Hey. I’m back on the slave clock, you want anything?”

You turned to him, his arms instinctively encircling your waist. “Hard tea please.”

“I gotta go to the trailer for that, and get the variety hour table over there a drink. I’ll try to be quick.”

“Don’t rush, but remember, you owe me a dance.” You cupped his cheeks and pressed a kiss to his lips.

He grinned goofily, his attention solely yours until he felt your girls draping themselves over him.

“Can you get us some too Zeke? Thanks.” “Preciate it Z.”

You giggled pushing them off him, but you knew he didn’t mind. You guys were a package deal and he’d take whatever you came with. At least their requests came with pleasantries.

“Sure ladies, not a problem. Don’t let anyone take her while I’m gone.”

They laughed, giving affirmative replies while you rolled your eyes pushed him towards the side door.

Once he began his drink fulfillment quest, it was like every brother wanted something from him. It was a full house that night and he should’ve known once he was no longer under Angel’s break protection, he was back to errand boy status.

Every task he completed was met with teasing about how his rushed pace clearly pointed to him wanting to get back to you. He didn’t argue the fact, just moved faster every time you were mentioned.

Finally, he was able to to focus on your request when he stopped being flagged down.

He was heading to the trailer when one of your friends stopped him.

“One of the other charter’s guys is annoying our girl. She doesn’t wanna make a fuss cause’..you know.” She gestured to his vest to signify his prospect status. “But I know she’s not feeling it.”

He could feel the the muscles in his jaw flex in anger, feet carrying him across the crowded yard. People moved before he could plow through them, which was just as well, because he wasn’t fully in control at that point, and didn’t think he could slow down enough to sidestep them.

The clubhouse had filled considerably since his absence. He scanned the room for you, finding you in a crowd of moving bodies. Your friend was right, you had a good poker face, but your man knew you.

He didn’t waste time physically separating you from the Yuma patch member. He gently put you behind his person, feeling your small hands press against his back through his vest.

“I’m good baby. He agreed this was the last dance.” Your voice belied your annoyance despite your words.

“I’m guessing he said that more than once.”

“I don’t mind, I know clu-“

Yuma interrupted you. “See, she doesn’t mind. Go find something to do with yourself prospect.”

“I’ve got a project in mind.” EZ pushed you back a little more to give himself room to work with.

“Be smart bare vest.” Yuma smirked, his eyes saying how much he’d love for EZ to make the mistake he was thinking about.

In the span of the next few seconds, Yuma’s vest and shirt was covered in beer and Coco had appeared at the same time. If the obvious way he was holding the bottle didn’t give away he did it on purpose, his dry “my bad” and shrug did.

Yuma swung on Coco who anticipated it and dodged it, before firing back with a successful punch of his own. A sea of Mayans of mixed charter filled the space and EZ quickly pushed you behind the bar before he lost you in the shuffle.

Understanding what Coco had done, he got in the middle to give the Yuma patch what he’d been asking for while he was covered by the chaos.

It didn’t last long before the presidents stepped in, but it didn’t have to. He was happy to take the few licks he’d received, because he was pretty sure he’d broken Yuma patch’s nose, and would get away with it.

His brother’s words against theirs, and the presidents didn’t feel the need to make it a drawn out issue. He pretended to have played bouncer instead of active participant, and it all ended with a basic chewing out.

His only thoughts were of you once his rage had subsided, and he could think clearly again. Had he scared off you and your friends? Embarrassed you?

He was happy to find that hadn’t. Your friends couldn’t help but fawn over him and how “perfect for you” he was. He especially enjoyed reveling in the jealousy of Coco, Angel, Gilly, and Creeper. Coco slightly less salty when he got praise for his efforts.

He got his admiration from you later when you patched him up in the trailer, soft voice telling him how sexy he looked to you, and how you appreciated him thinking of you in his position. You held his face and gently went over everything you could find, while he said on his makeshift bed content to let you.

He couldn’t stop grinning, the one that always got him mercilessly mocked because it was now associated with him thinking of you.

“Seriously EZ,” you dabbed at the final cut you hadn’t attended to. “Thank you.”

“I want you to feel safe with me, it’s only fair if you can accept all this shit.”

You grinned down at him, hair framing your face, and he had to remind himself to breathe at the sight. “I do, all the time.”

He cupped the side of your face, unwilling to fight the urge to kiss you any longer.

You laughed speaking between kisses. “I’m not done.”

“It’s ok, I’m good.” He chased your lips, unashamed to want you so badly.

“Ok,” you returned his kisses, your fingers dancing down the nape of his neck. “But I’d like to cash in that dance you owe me…you know, before we get too busy.”

He rose to full height, hands finding both of yours. “I can do that.”

AN:

I don’t speak Spanish, so if I made a mistake feel free to hop in my messages and let me know and how to fix it please. You’re more than welcome to.

1.) I remember seeing a meme vid about this years ago, and finding it hilarious. I could see this happening with these dudes and their personalities. That, and I just really wanted a lil southern culture in a Mayans drabble. 🤷🏾‍♀️

2.) I did a rewatch of the whole series (including the original), and I’m back on the obsession train. Just tryna to be happy before S4 kicks my shit in.

3.) I kept telling myself I wouldn’t end up writing for these fools and here I am in my Ringling Bros. best🤡.