#cmon we can’t lose against jesus

[sayoneee]

☆ ASTROPHILIA

you've always cared about him more than you can admit (0.7k)

contains : dallas winston x nb! reader. fluff. he's as soft as he can be

kashaf’s note : sry for any mistakes, english isn’t my first language

“YOU HAVE MASCARA ALL OVER YOUR FACE,” he whispered, tilting his head to look at you. you glanced at him, leaning against the roof of your house, a lazy grin on his face. your eyes flickered to his bruised knuckles before settling on his almost equally battered face.

“shut the fuck up,” you hissed at him, pulling your knees to your chest, your attention focused once more on the starry sky. typically, nights like this had a sort of languid feel to them, but tonight was different.

“don’t tell me you were worried about me, doll,” he teased, reaching for your hand to tug you closer to him. you let out a yelp as he pulled you into him. he grinned at you expectantly, and all you could consider was how the sight of dallas winston had yet to jade you.

“i wasn’t,” you leaned away from the arm wrapped around your shoulder, refusing to meet his eyes. you weren’t one to believe in superstitions or anything, but everyone said eyes were the gateway to the soul, and the way dallas looked at you sometimes had you wonder if it was true.

“aw cmon, doll, don’t be like that,” he played with his ring on your hand. “s’nothin you gotta lose your pretty little head over, yeah?”

undeniably, it wasn’t anything you were unaccustomed to but, retrospectively, you can’t recall the last time he had ever looked this beat up.

you look at dallas, frowning a little as you considered why you were so concerned in the first place. not that you’d ever admit it, but the initial display of his busted knuckles and discolored face left you stressed.

all you can conclude is that you’re too attached to dallas winston for your own good, something he wasn’t cognizant of. you say nothing, however. you can hardly sort through your internal turmoil to verbalize the thoughts plaguing your mind.

he continued when you failed to formulate a response, “man, you looked so worried, darry almost figured it out.”

“that we’re going steady?” the question falls from your lips faster than you can think about it. you were going steady with him, had been for a while, but the gang had yet to figure it out and the two of you hadn’t bothered to let it be known.

“nah, that we’re runnin’ away to mexico,” he responded sarcastically. he chuckled as you shoved his shoulder, his eyes glittering in amusement.

“you’re fuckin’ annoying.”

“you’re still here, ain’t ya?”

“shut the fuck up and look at the stars, asshole,” you whispered, opting not to answer, resting your head on his shoulder.

“gettin’ a little bossy, ain’t we?”

the next time the two of you have your secret rendezvous on your roof is under much more agreeable circumstances.

fortunately, dallas hadn’t been locked up in a while—that is if you could call three days a while. honestly, you think the longest he’d gone without getting into some sort of trouble was about a week, and that was because he had been injured quite severely.

the two of you are quiet as you look at the sky, his arm loosely around your waist. you can’t help but look at him instead though, paying close attention to the way the moonlight washes over his features, and you think he looks sort of like an angel. a disgraced one, probably.

“whatcha lookin’ at, dollface?” he raises an eyebrow at you, his lips curling into a smirk. you no longer think he looks like an angel (the peaceful expression on his face had been disturbed) yet the stars in his eyes beckoned you closer.

“your ugly ass,” you whisper as he leaned in close to you.

“mm, i don’t think so. see, if you really did think i was ugly, you wouldn’t have stared that long.”

“well, i do, it’s just that the moonlight makes everyone look a hundred times better, even people cursed with looks like yours.”

“jesus, doll.”

you smiled triumphantly when he lapsed into a temporary silence. nights like this were your favorite part of the day, all your favorite conversations took place during this time. even if you wished it could last forever, just sitting here with dallas was enough for you. god, you wondered sometimes how you could get him to sit and stare at stars with you, but it was a well-kept secret he was the slightest bit into astronomy. you didn’t know why, maybe the presence of the stars were comforting to him, but you cherished these moments, where he let his guard down around someone other than the gang.

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[aficwhore]

The Death of Me

Javier Peña x fem!Reader

Summary: Javier angers the reader, she decides to take it out on him in her own way. *wink wink*

Word Count: 1,150

Warnings: Language, heated argument, explicit smut, oral sex(male receiving), cum play, cum eating, slight sub!javier. 

A/N: This idea has been rattling around my little brain for a while and decided I had to write it for you all! I hope you like this and please leave feedback, I want to improve my writing for your consumption <3. 

“I don’t care Javier! Quit undermining my skills, I know for a fact I’m a damn good agent, and so do you!” I shout as I walk into our shared apartment, throwing my keys on the entry table by the door.

Javier huffs, “Oh cmon, we both know that your plan was going to get someone or yourself killed!” He struts over to a cabinet and yanks it open to reach for a bottle. “I only bashed your plan to save your ass.”

Kicking my shoes off and tossing them near the couch, “You’re fucking kidding me. Right? Last time I checked - I was a grown ass woman who didn’t need saving!”

“Messina even agreed it was a death wish! I rather not have to deal with losing you to this shitty cartel war!” He declares, spinning the top off the liquor bottle and downing a swig.

“You wouldn’t have! You can’t keep rejecting my ideas! You aren’t my superior! Jesus Javi,” I run a hand through my hair in frustration, “How the hell am I supposed to do my job AND stay completely safe at the same time? Hm? This is what we signed up for, our job description IS dangerous.”

The man sighs, “I know. Just the thought of losing you kills me. Cariño, I’m sorry.” He puts the glass bottle down and glides over to where you stand next to the couch. “I love you, okay? I’ll try better to not step in the way at work.” His eyes beg for forgiveness as he reaches for you.

Slightly leaning into his touch. The love and sincerity getting to you. You knew, just by looking into his eyes that he loved you deeply and would do anything for you. “I love you too, but you’re not getting off that easy.” A small mischievous smile making its way on to my face.

“Is that so mi amor?” His voice deepened with lust. I ushered him back onto the couch til the back of his legs met the cushions.

“Si, siéntate.” I ordered, giving Javi a small push against his chest. He obliged, attempting to pull me on top of him. Shaking my head, I used one of my knees to push his legs open. 

As I slid down to the floor in between in his legs he spoke up, “I thought I wasn’t getting off so easily?”

“Espérate Javi.” I spoke as I ghosted my hand up his thigh and up to his chest. Pulling his shirt up, just above his stomach, I planted kisses along his soft flesh, leading down to the growing bulge beneath my breasts. Right above where his jeans buttoned, I nipped the exposed skin, earning a whimper from him. His hips lifted as I popped the button of his pants and tugged them down his strong legs, freeing his cock. I gasped quietly as it slaps his stomach, “You dirty boy, always going commando.” 

He interjects “It’s just another layer that gets in the way- Oh fuck nena.” He grunts as I leave a hot wet kiss on his hard member. Grabbing it with my hand, I begin to teasingly stroke it. While pulling at his cock in languid and slow strokes I began to kitten lick his leaking tip, tasting the salty precum. His hips bucked at my actions, begging for more friction. I took him deeper into my mouth, running my tongue along his base, using my hand to reach whatever I couldn’t fit in my mouth. I hummed as I felt him hit the back of my throat. His hand shot to my hair, I used my free hand to smack away his attempt at forming a makeshift ponytail. “Tease,” he grunted as he gripped the couch cushions, his knuckles turning white.

I swallowed around his cock, causing his thighs to twitch and thrust. His movement pushed him further into my mouth, gagging me. Tears came to my eyes, blurring the beautiful image of Javier slowing coming undone, in front of me. Moving faster, bobbing my head up and down, taking him all, I could tell he was already getting close. 

“Just l-like that baby, shit.” He murmured, struggling to speak. As I sucked on his hard cock, I started to roll his balls between my fingers, feeling his warm skin in my hand. Looking up at him between my lashes, I could see his head thrown back, exposing his neck. His chest heaved rapidly and his stomach began to convulse as he twitched in my mouth. His breath quickened and he let out small moans as he came, filling my mouth with his seed. As his body stuttered from bliss, I removed him from my mouth, not swallowing. I crawled up his body, straddling his thighs, pulling his head forward to face me. I leaned towards him, lightly gripping his jaw to open his mouth, as if he knew, he parted his lips.

I brought my lips to his, opening them to let his cum slide off my lips onto his. He started to suck the liquid off my bottom lip, tasting himself. Allowing the cum to still exit and slip down my neck and to my chest, Javier pulled back to catch the stray leakage from running between my breasts. He kissed and nipped along the wet trail, against my neck and jaw, all the way up until he met my lips again. Embracing each other into another mess kiss, our tongues fought for dominance while mixing our spit and swallowing whatever we had left in our mouths. Javi’s hands roamed my body, gripping and tugging at my skin, attempting to gain friction between us. 

I released his lips from mine and leaned back to look at him. “No my love, you don’t get more than that tonight. Remember? You’re not off the hook.” I giggled darkly. 

“Aye bebita, the things you do to me.” He breathed out shakily, snaking his arms around my waste and pecking my lips. 

Admiring his sweat and blissed indulged face, I swiped my thumb across his bottom lip to gather what little cum he still had, and brought my thumb to my lips to suck off the last drop of him. He watched with lust blown eyes.

“Fuck, you are definitely going to be the death of me. Te amo.”

“Te amo Javi. But I’m still mad.” I jokingly huffed.

He playfully rolled his eyes and tucked his head into my neck with a content sigh.

[whumpasaurus101]

Not Just a Pretty Face

Here's the second part to this ask!!!

master list / previous

also ty @happy-whumper and @milk-carton-whump for helping me to form words XD

CW: Brief talking of conditioned pets / cursing / mention of alcohol / mirror broken with head (mhmm, thats the only way i can think of phrasing that...) / if i missed anything just tell!!!!

Alicia fixed Jack's shirt collar, tucking the fold back down. As she took a second look she stepped closer, smoothing down the creases in his shirt and tie. She ruffled his hair with a smile, “Perfect.” Jack blushed at the compliment and dipped his head. Alicia’s hand ghosted over his cheek and gently pushed his chin up, “Hey, chin up, shoulders back. I need you to try and look tough for me baby, or else tonight wont go well, got it?” Jack licked his lips and gulped, “Y-yes ma’am.” Alicia tutted at the stutter and yanked on the leather collar, causing Jack to choke slightly.

She slowly put on her suit jacket and slipped on her high heel boots. She reapplied her dark red lipstick and smiled, “Let’s go.”

A taxi was in Alicia’s driveway, patiently waiting for them to get in. The man who drove it scared Jack. He was lean and muscular and had a tattoo of a teardrop on his left cheek. He gulped but Alicia shoved him into the back seat and slammed the door behind him.

Her high heels clicked as she walked up to the front door and got in. “Romeo, glad to see you, long time no see, eh?” Romeo chuckled, “Wish I could say the same. I mean really, a handler’s club?” Alicia smirked, looking out the window as the car drove away from the house, “I haven't been out in ages, Rodger’s been away for a while and I had to mind Jack and his little boyfriend.”

Romeo’s head tilted and he looked at Jack from the rear-view mirror, “Boyfriend?” Jack sunk in his seat and rested his head against the window, hiding his blush. “Jack, don't you want to talk about your little boy toy?” Alicia sneered. Jack shook his head, clenching his jaw.

Alicia chortled, “Fine, I will. You know Rodger’s mutt?” Romeo looked at Alicia, “Shit, I’ve missed a bit, haven't I? Rodger got a new pet? But it mustn't have been too long since his last-”

“No, it hasn't. He can't deal with loss, you know that.”

There was silence. Jack fiddled with his fingers as he focused on the vibrations the road sent to the car. He felt the window buzz against his temple and he slowly closed his eyes.

“Well your pet seems to be good, he’s still as quiet as ever.” Alicia chuckled, “Oh trust me, he’s loud when he wants to be! But I am grateful, you should see Rodger’s little mongrel, has a bad fucking attitude and a bold mouth.” Romeo chuckled, shaking his head, “I must say, I’m intrigued by him, maybe I should pay him a visit.”

Alicia cackled, fixing her hoop earrings, “Oh, now I would pay to see that, you’d have him broken in a week!” Romeo chuckled and smiled to himself, keeping his eyes glued on the road. Jack opened his eyes and looked out of the window, watching trees and bushes whizz by.

It was dark, the sky was a light grey, Jack flinched slightly as a droplet of rain hit the window. It slowly rolled down as Jack’s eyes followed it. Next came several others each making a *tink* sound as they each fell.

Romeo sighed and turned on the wipers. Alicia reapplied her eyeshadow and mascara in the windscreen mirror. She checked her watch and sighed, “Could you be driving any slower, for god’s sake.”

Romeo looked at her with one eyebrow raised, “Alright, I know you're stressed about going out since it's been a while, but lose the bitchiness, okay?” Jack gulped, how could he say such a thing to her, she must be livid!

To Jack’s surprise, Alicia laughed, “Alright, alright, sorry, is it that obvious?” Jack’s eyebrows furrowed, if it had been anyone else who had said that, they would've been dead in seconds.

“It's alright, I remember I used to get spooked before every club. Just walk in confidently, and make sure Jack does too. Sit at your own table, let people join you. Normally there’s live music so just focus on that until people come over.” Alicia nodded, taking a mental note. She then cleared her throat, hating how vulnerable she seemed in front of her pet.

“So, how are your pets doing?” Romeo chuckled, “Oh boy, they’re alright. We’re on about ten. Aiden’s trying to sell me another one but-” He blew the air out of his mouth, “-I don't think I can manage another one. Besides, they all have their own positions, the cooks, the cleaners, you know.”

Alicia nodded, “No, I get it. Aiden is just trying to get everyone to try and copy him with his ‘pet hotel’ shit.” “Hey, you can't say anything, you haven't tried it out, it’s actually quite useful.” “Oh, I don't need that, Jack does everything for me, isn't that right Jack?”

Jack felt his cheeks flush slightly, “Y-yes ma’am.”

“Jesus, it takes nothing for that boy to turn as red as a tomato,” Romeo commented. Alicia laughed and looked back at Jack, taking in how red his face had gotten, “He has always been like that, its quite entertaining.”

Romeo looked left then right before pulling out to a new road and he chuckled, “You know what would be funny?” Alicia looked up at him, a devilish smile painted on her lips. “A drinking game. Each time his face blushes even the slightest shade, we take a shot.”

Alicia let out a childish, giddy laugh, “Oh Romeo, I forgot how fun you are, that sounds perfect! Say, how far away do you live from this club?”

Romeo smiled, seeing where Alicia was going with this, “It's about a fifteen minute drive.” Alicia hummed, nodding her head, “What would you say to having two guests over tonight?”

Romeo beamed, “That would be great! Give me a call when you want to be collected, got it?” Alicia nodded, “Thank you again, and we’ll see after.” She gave him a quick peck on the cheek and left the car. Jack hadn't moved, he didn't dare to.

The rain had stopped by now, it had only been drizzling by then. Alicia opened the car door he had been leaning on and quickly caught him before he fell. “Jesus Christ, get your head out from the clouds baby, cmon!”

Jack scrambled to his feet and smoothed his clothes before Alicia gave out to him, “I’m sorry.”

“Hey, shh, its okay, now, lets go.”

She linked arms with him and dragged him to the door of the quartz building. There was two body guards whos frowns both turned to smiles when they saw her, “Alicia! Its been a while, welcome!” One of them beamed. “Why thank you Joe, its great to be back.”

The second one gave a bigger smile and opened the door to the club, “Have a good night ma’am.” It didn't bother Jack that they were speaking to only Alicia and not him. But, if maybe one of them looked at him it would've been nice.

“Jack, sweetie, whats the matter?” Jack looked to alicia who lightly squeezed his arm tighter. Jack gulped, “N-nothing, I’m sorry ma’am.” Alicia frowned, “Alright, but don't forget, you should be grateful for tonight that I have brought you out!”

Jack winced at the sharp tone, “Yes, of course ma’am, I’m sorry. Th-thank you for bringing me out today.” Alicia smiled, “Good boy, now, I need you to be on your best behaviour tonight, there will be a lot of eyes on us.” “Yes ma’am.”

She opened the second door of the corridor and jazz music, clinking of glasses, laughter and chatter filled the room. Scared, pleading eyes shot up to meet with Jack. He quickly cast his eyes downward to the floor and let Alicia guide him to a free table.

Romeo was right. Alicia and Jack had only been sitting at an empty table only for several other handlers to join them only minutes later. Jack knelt obediently by Alicia’s side. Alicia combed her long nails through his curls and softly rubbed behind his ear. Jack closed his eyes in content, taking in the soft warm touch.

The other handlers were talking about their own pets and what they do. Alicia smiled and nodded, occasionally looking down at Jack, making her smile even more at how happy he looked.

Jack half listened to the conversations, there was one called Sandra, another called Ethan and the last one named Lorcan. Lorcan also looked at Jack. By then Jack had his eyes opened, they were still glued to the floor. His head tilted towards Alicia as she used more of her nail.

Once Jack glanced up at Lorcan, the man chuckled, shaking his head. Jack clenched his jaw, what had he done wrong?

“Well, you seem to have a broken pet,” He sneered, Alicia chuckled, “He was a runaway. His previous owner was well-known to be the ‘strict’ kind.” Jack shuddered as his memories of Abraham came back to him, he could never go back there. Never.

“Well, is he useful at all?” Lorcan asked, raising an eyebrow. “Oh yes, he’s not just a pretty face. He’s great company, he can read, write, clean, cook, talk, be quiet, everything!” Jack felt his ears turn hot.

“Hmm, so he’s good around the house?”

“Mhmm.”

Lorcan nodded slowly. He reached for the drink and just as he brought it to his lips, he dropped it to the ground right in front of Jack who immediately flinched back, pressing himself against Alicia with a whimper.

“If he’s so good, make him clean this mess up.” Jack looked at Alicia who thought for a moment before looking at Jack, you heard him, clean it up.” Jack gulped and whined once he felt Alicia’s touch leave.

“M-ma’am, I don't- I don't have anything to clean it up with!” Lorcan smiled, “Do you mind if I take him for a moment, I know where we can get something to clean it up with.” Alicia’s eyebrows furrowed, “Alright, just dont take long.”

Lorcan faked a smile and roughly grabbed Jack by the hair and dragged him over to the bathrooms. Jack yelped and tried to pry the hands out of his hair but it was impossible, “Please, l-let go of me!!” Lorcan snickered, “So the bitch speaks!” Jack -ignoring the insult- let out a yell as his grip tightened.

He was thrown to the ground once they had entered the bathrooms. Jack felt a droplet of blood slowly drip down his forehead, slowly making its way down to his brow. “Get up.” Jack groaned and shook his head. Lorcan muttered something under his breath and yanked Jack up by the arm and smashed him up against the mirror, making Jack bang his head against the mirror.

He let out a cry and felt the glass shatter beneath his skull. He let out a scratch of pain which was soon muffled by Lorcan’s sweaty palm. “Shut the fuck up!” Jack continued to scream, desperate for help. Who was he kidding, he was in a handler’s club, no one was going to save him.

Lorcan brought him forward only to slam his head back against the cracked mirror once more. Jack felt his vision start to slip, his head felt numb and heavy. The pain was excruciating but it was the only thing he could focus on at the moment.

Alicia heard the screams. At first, she thought it was just some other pet but as a second wave of muffled screams came, she recognized them. Jack! She leaped from her seat and ran to the bathroom door. She kicked it open and punched Lorcan straight in the face. Lorcan stumbled back, clutching his face. “Don't touch him! I thought you were going to get something to dry up the mess!”

She softly put her arm around Jack’s shoulders and guided him behind her. “Oh come on,” Lorcan scoffed, “Why do you think we came in here?” Jack watched the vein in Alicia’s neck pop, she was livid. It made Jack feel good though, she cared about him!

“I swear to god, if you touch my boy ever again without my permission I will fucking kill you!” Lorcan just chuckled, shaking his head, “I think you better go.” Alicia clenched her jaw, “Oh, I’ll go when I want to go.” She took out her phone and held it to her ear.

Lorcan rolled his eyes and folded his arms, “And who are you ringing?”

“Romeo, Romeo Zalis.”

Lorcan immediately paled, “Y-you're bluffing.” Alicia raised her eyebrow as a challenge. The ringing stopped, “Alicia, are you okay?” Lorcan recognized the thick Brooklyn accent and gulped, “I uh, need to go.” Alicia smirked and her eyes followed him as he left.

“Yes, although not great people here, think you can collect us early?” Romeo chuckled, “Of course, I’m in a cafe nearby, I shouldn't be too long.”

“Perfect, thank you. Also, I could really do with that drinking game right now.”

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[eternalstann]

hi could i request a smut where reader and tom are best friends and she’s living with him and all the boys during quarantine and they’re both basically oblivious to the fact that they’re both drooling over/pining after each other and all the boys wanna see how long it goes on for and she hears tom having a steamy dream ab her or smth idk take this wherever u want it to go ilysm boo

im a sucker for housemate & domestic Tom ughhh. i love you more thank you for sending this I got you babes 🥺🥰

———-

“TOMMMM!” You screamed.

He’d gotten water all over the bathroom floor again and you were about to take a shower. You listen to his quick footsteps grow closer before he burst in the door. Eyes frantic he scans the room, pausing when they reach your frame covered in nothing but a towel. He took in the way your hair fell, the annoyed look on your face. Then swell of your breasts, and the curve of your hips. He forces his eyes back to your face.

“Tom you got water all over the floor again!” You complain, gesturing to the puddles of h2o on the tile.

“Y/N seriously I thought you were hurt..” he rolls his eyes and you glare. “Yes Tom seriously! It’s so gross walking through all of this barefoot, or getting my slippers wet! And, you could cause mold to form. What’s so difficult about closing a fucking shower curtain!” You ask angrily and you didn’t mean to go off like this but you were frustrated.

“There’s three bathrooms in this house just use a different one if it’s such a big deal!” He yells.

You squint your eyes at him and take a deep breathe. “Whatever Tom, just get out” you snap and he turns around, closing the door harder than necessary.

As soon as the door is closed he adjust himselfs in his pants, he was mad... but you looked other worldly. Harrison walking by see’s him and his problem, laughing loudly at his hopeless friend.

“Why don’t you just tell her mate?” he asks, and Tom shushes him.

“Shut up you div she might hear you!” He warns, punching his arm.

“Ow! I’m just trying to help!” He frowns, but they both freeze when they hear the shower cut on through the door.

You don’t know why you went off on Tom like that. Maybe because your feelings for him were getting stronger every day and you were scared to show it? Or maybe because you were reaching critical levels of horniness and it was making you cranky. Probably both you shrug, stepping into the water. The hot pellets beating your skin instantly relax your tense muscles. You rub your neck, sighing, and let your hands wander downwards.

Between the valley of your breast and lower. You don’t stop until your hand is cupping your wet heat and pause, listening for sounds outside the door. You continue when nothing but silence can be heard, unaware of your audience.

Tom and Harrison are still as statues, only turning to look at each other when they hear soft moans echo through the small bathroom.

“This is super pervy, cmon Tom” Harrison drags him away.

“What was that all about?” Tuwaine asks, eyeing his friends coming down the stairs.

“Just a lovers quarrell between Tom and Y/N” Haz waves his hand nonchalantly and Tom denies it immediately.

“We are not lovers!” He clarifies and both his friends smack their teeth.

“No but you wanna be” Harry adds, walking in from the kitchen.

“Fuck off, I’m going to bed” Tom grumps. He trudges up the stairs to his room. He wishes sleep would take him as soon as he lays down but his mind is heavy with thoughts of you. His chest grew tight whenever he heard your name....which was a lot because you lived together. You were all he could think about. The way you looked in your towel, the way you sounded in the shower. The semi he sported earlier was now a full on boner and groaned, trying to ignore it.

Jerking off to the thought of you? How could he look you in the eye after doing something like that? But his brain wouldn’t let him rest. He let his mind wander. To what you’d taste like, or how you talked as you came. Tom didn’t even realize he’d started stroking himself until he heard something clatter in the living room.

‘That’s enough’ he tells himself firmly.

He tosses in his bed a few more times before finally falling asleep. But even in his sleep you wouldn’t leave him alone.

—

You run your fingers through your wet hair and stand at the top of the steps, peaking through to see if you saw Tom. You decided to put your pride aside and apologize.

“Hey guys where’s Tom? I wanted to say...sorry” you explain sheepishly and the boys all gasp.

“You! Say sorry?” Harry laughs and you glare. “I literally cannot remember the last time you apologized to any of us three...” he recalls and just turn on your heel to find Tom; ignoring all their snickering.

You stop in from of Toms room and take a deep breath. Go in, say sorry, get out. You tighten your towel and raise your hand to knock when you see the door is already cracked open. You call his name but hear no response.

You take a half step inside and can’t help the small smile when you see him sleeping peacefully. “Awww” you coo, watching him for a moment. He deserved some rest you think, you were about to turn and leave when you hear him murmur something in his sleep.

“Y/N”

It’s quiet, but you hear it. Your eyes widen, and watch his hips push up against nothing. His face tinted red and lips parted. You keep reeling your self to walk away but your legs won’t move. He was having a wet dream about you! Your hand clamps over your mouth, and you finally force yourself to take a step backwards.

But of course, you lose your footing and hit the ground with a thud. You scramble to get up, but you’re too slow. You hear the bed shift and in three seconds tops a disoriented Tom is pulling his door open and looking down at you.

You stare up at him, trying to ignore the bulge in his shorts and take the hand he offers to you. You both just stand, looking at each other for a moment before he gestures for you to come inside. You sit down on his bed, him beside you.

“I uh, I just wanted to say I’m sorry for how I talked to you earlier. It wasn’t that big of a deal and I shouldn’t have yelled” you apologize and e smiles.

“No you’re right, it is kind of gross. But I appreciate it” he laughs, and you do too.

You get quiet again, and try to work up the nerve to ask him, was he really dreaming about you?

“I heard you before I came in...Tom were you having a dream about me?” You rush through your words, nervousness encompassing you. You watch the color drain from his face.

“Shit, Y/N, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what that was all about and I..” he speaks even faster than you did and you cut him off.

“I thought about you today while I was in the shower” you admit, and you don’t know where this sudden burst of courage came from but you hoped it would see you through.

“I thought about you fucking me from behind. What was your dream about?” You ask and Tom eyes are darker than usual, he was staring at you so intensely and with so much fire you could melt.

“I dreamt the same thing” he whispered. Your breathing quickened as he leaned closer to you. You let yourself fall backwards, and Tom climbs over you. His hands go to you towel, unwrapping it from your body. He’d seen you in close to nothing before, but never like this.

He eyes roam your now bare frame, and lets his hand rest on your cheek. “You’re so beautiful” he compliments before coming down to kiss you. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Your lips smack loudly and shamelessly together. You’d imagined this for so long and now it was reality.

“Can I touch you?” He asks, parting lips for second and you squeak out a yes, connecting your lips again. Toms hand runs down your torso, and parts your thighs. You gasp when he runs a finger through your folds and finds your clit.

“Right there baby?” He asks, and you nod; eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. He rubs you just right, like you’d done this together a million times. He kisses your collarbone, letting his tongue trace over the raised ridge.

“Tom..” you moan, back arching into his kisses. He goes lower, pulling a nipple between his lips and sucking. You moan again, and Tom quickens his fingers between your legs. Your toes curl into the sheets as you grow closer to your peak.

“Not loud enough” he growls, hand reaching up and wrapping around your throat. “Cum for me Y/N” hums, mouth next to your ear and he squeezes the sides of your throat. You grips his bicep as you cum, squirming while he works you through it.

He lets go of your neck and you pant, trying to catch your breath. You look up at him and watch as he kicks off his shorts. You can’t take take your eyes off his dick, much thicker than you’d expected and your pussy clenches at the thought of it stretching you open.

“Please fuck me Tom” your voice is wobbly, probably from literally being choked you think.

“Fuck, flip over” he instructs and you comply happily. Face down, ass up in Tom Holland’s bed. He slaps your ass and you whimper.

“Look so pretty” he whispers and you dig your nails into the bed when the head of his cock pushes inside of you.

“Jesus Y/N” he groans, pushing in all the way He pulls out slowly, then slides back in. You let out a shaky breath, you felt so full.

“Want you to scream my name like earlier” he chuckles, giving you an extra hard thrust. He keeps up the quick, hard thrusts and you bite your arm to keep from screaming. You feel his hands hands grip your hips tighter and pull you back onto him. You have to lift your head up to breathe before biting your arm again but Tom notices this time.

“Fuck that!” He grabs your arms and pulls them behind your back, pounding you even harder. “Tom I’m gonna cum again” you cry out, and he moans, “Me too, baby”

Tom shifts behind you, the bed creaking. He puts one foot on the mattress, and rails into you. The sound of skin clapping echoes through the room, and you know the boys can hear.

“Tom!” You scream, just like he wanted; and your legs shake as your high washes over you. Tom thrusts sloppily a few more times before cumming inside of you.

You both pant, and Tom lays down beside you. “Do you think they heard?”

“Oh, they definitely heard”

[lonelyghosts-stuff]

Avengers Infinity War-First Time Watching Reaction Play-by-Play (Pt. 2)

Part 1

I wonder how many people Gamora has killed? What made her finally snap to not serve Thanos anymore?

How DID Gamora find it? Like, who told her?

How did Thanos capture nebula?

Poor nebula. She’s literally been through hell and back.

Ohhhh she snuck on board...

Thanos you suck so much. You favor one daughter over another.

Oh. Where was said map to the soul stone?

Gosh I feel so damn bad for nebula. She was raised as his daughter too but he tortured her and tore her apart. Nebula never had the chance to be her equal. She deserves so much.

Taught groot as an elective? What about all speak?

Buckle up rocket. It’s gonna get emotional.

Thor is literally all alone. He needs a time to sit alone and cry and break a whole building.

Rocket and Thor friends? Please

1500 years old? Jane, honey, you escaped.

Gotta give it up to Hemsworth’s acting chops here. Especially talking to nobody in reality. Just a bunch of cgi

Ew ew ew eye socket

Should have washed that yikes

Snuck it out by hiding it up your? Huh? You watch too many movies rocket.

Huge title card. Thank you. I wouldn’t have known where we were despite them saying their location many times.

How is that video game battery not dead?

Perceptive rabbit

I LOVE that they used a dwarf to play a giant character!!! This is brilliant! (And that dwarves are giant for some reason lol.)

Soooo again Thanos killed everyone EXCEPT Eitri despite his “morality” supposedly being balance

Poor hands

Poor nebula

Smart nebula

Maybe should have waited to be fixed fully first

Ah crap. SOMEONE PICK UP THE SPACE PHONE

MANTIS

Love how Stark asks for peters help in steering and not Stephen lmao

Nice parking job

Peter, stop popping pop culture refs

Lmao ITS ABOUT TO BE THE ICONIC SCENE

YES PLEASE

Blanket of Death. Capey has a new nickname.

Where’s Gamora

Who’s Gamora

Why is Gamora

What master do you serve?

Jesus?

I mean, yea I do. So does Pratt lmaoo.

LMAO PARKER’S FACE WHEN QUILL SAID THOR WASNT HANDSOME

Storm breaker time baby

“In theory it could summon the bifrost” who theorized this? How do you only theorize and not know?

Oh my gosh mantis is just bouncing around

Mr. Clean lmao

Kick names, take ass

Hey now, these guys saved the galaxy and universe from Ego so lmao

Oh no I know the scene coming up

Poor quill lmao

“I’m half human. So the 50% of me that’s stupid, that’s 100% of you.” “Your math is, blowing my mind.” What’s funny is that Quill’s math was actually completely accurate lol

Stephen having a stroke or a seizure? You good homie?

Soooo if Strange looked to the future and so possible outcomes, what does that mean for the TVA? According to them, there’s ONE sacred timeline, so all other branches are erased (which again messes up what smart hulk eventually says in end game. See kids, this is why you don’t mess with time travel in stories. There’s no way to go back in time without creating a time loop). Ehhhhh I’ll let it slide. Just ignore it... sigh... I can’t help it if I’ve studied paradoxes

Hmmmm not good odds I’ve gotta say...

Watch like, outside of the millions of realities that strange saw, there were like a million or billion more he missed where they won with no casualties lol

Hey Red Skull. Long time no see. How did he get here anyways and why?

Yea you’re prepared all right...

Gotta say, Lord Elrond has seen better days

I’m not ready to say good bye to this Gamora. Gamora and Loki and Nat go down as my favorite characters, gotta say. I know that Tony does and it’s sad, but his feels more satisfying because his sacrifice directly results in them winning. Loki is murdered. Gamora is murdered. Nat died just for a stepping stone for the avengers. She has no idea whether or not they will actually win in the end.

I’m hopeful they may bring Nat back like in the comics, red room clone style.

We got back vision, Loki (kinda), variant Gamora, a new captain America, why not Nat? Yea we have a prequel, but gosh I love her so much.

“You must lose that which you love.” Couldn’t that apply to like an object or something? Could I not throw my Nintendo switch over the cliff? Or my dog? (I would hate that just as much as a person, don’t get me wrong, I’m just curious about the rules)

Yea boohoo sad for Thanos... loses his favorite daughter. I don’t care about him. He deserves suffering.

Poor Gamora doesn’t think he’s willing to do it.. GIRL RUN!!!

Thanos deserves all the suffering.

He does love you Gamora... but that love... it’s selfish. It’s blind... Thanos seems to be a chaotic vigilante who is narrowminded, tunnel vision on his goal with no regards of the cost. But he is evil. If there is ever an alternate route to an end that doesn’t result in the loss of innocent lives, and you know that but you willingly choose the once that costs innocent lives, that is an evil decision. Maybe Thanos isn’t evil, but he’s not good. Far from it. He’s obsessed with this idyllic Utopia but he rushes to one method of getting there. Yes, people suffer. It sucks... it’s unfair... it’s horrible. But it is never the right of someone else to dictate whether or not said person would be better off dead. Who lives, who dies. If Thanos truly was neutral and not selfish, he would have thrown his own life into the mix of the potential 50/50 snap. Thanos is not good. He’s not misunderstood. He’s a murderer. A genocidal cult leader. I have no tears for him. Only for those who suffered more at his hands.

Rant over, time to try not to cry about Gamora...

Her face of realization

Gamora run please

Thanos, I hate you. (Great character her, but not a good person)

Poor Gamora

Oh my gosh the emotion here is great but I’ve heard this sound used as a meme on TikTok too many times aghhhh

Gamora!

What a way to die

I’m crying again. I miss her already...

Who the hell designed this place and put the stone here???? Who did this?

Cry Thanos. Suffer. My only comfort here is that you are sad. You deserve suffering. You really do...

The TVA is laughing here and I’m not okay..

Poor Peter Quill... he’s also lost a lot like Thor, but has had the “luck” of not knowing his family too close.

Wakanda babyyyy

No, you don’t want Starbucks, you want Dutch bros

Lmao I love rhodey. Poor Bruce.

BUCKY BUCKY BUCKY

HUG

NO CMON HAVE A LONG HUG

MALE FRIENDSHIPS ARE SO IMPORTANT.

Yea Shuri show em up.

Okay quick pause, I love love LOVE how Shuri is smarter. It’s a powerful moment for females BUT it’s not done in a way that’s condescending to males! It’s not saying women power because men bad, she’s just good! (And she has had access to technology they never could have but I digress). More of this please Hollywood. Don’t let being a female be the power. I don’t want strong female characters, I want strong characters who happen to be female. Ones who hold their own, have faults like anyone else, struggle, have weaknesses and strengths, but are strong without putting down others. Just a comment, just because a woman character may not be as strong as a man character, that is not saying she’s weak. If you’re the second strongest human in the world, you are NOT weak. You’re just not as strong as the strongest human ever, but that’s nothing against you. LET WOMEN STAND ON THEIR OWN MERITS WITHOUT SEX AFFECTING THEM!

Anyways

I love Shuri

I wish they had more time. She definitely could have done it. But stupid Thanos

Ughhhghhg

I know what many scenes are upcoming... with quill and peter and vision and everyone else

Let👏🏻Bucky👏🏻Have👏🏻Peace👏🏻

Thank you Nat!!! I love that Nat is so protective and selfless.

GET THIS MAN A SHIELD

Bucky needs love please. He’s my stand in, manipulated, greasy, long haired, dark and mysterious, stabby boy. (Also I need Bucky and Loki to meet. But let Loki finish his show (and come out of it alive because if he doesn’t I will sue) and be the antihero hero we need. Please. If he doesn’t get reintroduced into the mcu as a hero I will sue.

Thor, sweetie, are you a masochist?

Back to wakanda

Oh no, bad CGI, floating head Bruce banner. I’ll let it slide... sigh....

Can’t like, you just rain bombs on them forever?

JIBARI TRIBE YEA BOYYYYY

Sorry Proxima Midnight, you look like a frog and your name sounds like a middle schooler’s OC.

How nice. Diplomatic meeting.

“Thanos will have nothing but dust and blood.” Reeeeeeally wish you didn’t say that, T’Challa...

Yay big CGI battle commence! It’s like a really expensive animated cartoon at this point

WAKANDA FOREVER!

Poor Bucky. Forgot this dude doesn’t know much about the modern world.

Ahhhh Kamikazi aliens

I just wanna say that I love that Wakanda still has the artistic culture in their clothing and tradition all the while having badass, super advanced technology.

Why can’t they just rain bombs down the whole fight lol. Rhodey has those super nice bombs, like, do that they he whole time? Please? Why do you not have a barrier around the entire king.

No M’Baku, it’s not the end of wakanda. But half of all life, yea

WAKANDA FOREVER YEAAAAAAA

They should honesty all have nano tech suits like black panther lol. Or iron man suits. Fine maybe the most powerful one with the best quality material for the king, but besides that, yknow.

Wow Steve is hot with a beard.

So much happening at once. Thor, Wakanda, Vormir, Knowhere, am I missing anything?

Okay, but what IS the full force of a star? Like in Newton’s or something? Juls? Is it heat?

What’s this metal? How does it fare with vibranium?

Get off your wooden butt, groot.

“He needs the axe” are you Thor, the god of axes?

Soooo, I thought Thor didn’t NEED the hammer, it just helped him concentrate his powers or act as a conduit. Is that retconned already?

Cmon groot, put down your game. Soooo, is Groot worthy? He technically lifted it. Or is it a technicality because it wasn’t fully finished yet?

Cmon bucky, use that fancy arm of yours.

Wow they’re getting destroyed.

They need wanda to help.

BADASS ENTRANCE BABYYYY

How did Thor know to come to wakanda?

Floaty head Bruce

“BRING ME THANOS!”

Ahhhhhahahaha yeaaaaaa

Cry Thanos. Do it. I hate you.

Much more of a purple grape nutsack.

Oh gosh... I know what Peter Quill is going to do. I still don’t hate him.

“With all six stone I would simply snap my fingers. They would all cease to exist.” Orrrr, now hear me out, I know I sound like a broken record now but... MAYBE DOUBLE THE RESOURCES INSTEAD?? That’s not mercy. That’s not up to you to decide whether or not someone’s better off dead.

Smoosh

Yea quill has experience with the power stone

AIM FOR THE HEAD

Cmon it’s basic zombie tactics

I love peter quill lmao

Go capey!!!

Magic with a kick!

Poor Peter

CAPEY NOOOOOO

Wow he’s OP

Ouch quill just got majorly clotheslined

NEBULA

“Where’s Gamora?” 😭😭😭 SHE CARES AGHHHH

Restrain him! Work it mantis!!!

Why even remove the gauntlet, just slit his throat... kill him....

Quill no... stop being cocky...

Oh no

Quill please don’t

JUST SLIT THANOS’ THROAT

Quill please....

Poor quill. Just lost the person who really really loved him

Okay, I still love star lord. Idc what others think. He reacted realistically. If you hate peter quill for how he reacted, you better also hate Tony Stark for how he reacted to bucky when he learned bucky killed his parents despite knowing for a fact that bucky was brainwashed. Yes it was annoying... yes they were so close, but quill is so human here. I don’t hate him. He gets too much hate for acting like any normal person would have. Distraught, grief filled, he lost his love. Someone who helped him open up and finally move on from his mother’s death and fathers villainy.

Spider man saving mantis gives me life

How did that power stone blast not kill them?

Clearly Thanos has played Majora’s Mask. At least he has good taste.

So close vision.... but I know... I know what happens.

YES BUCKY AND ROCKET GUN CIRCLE.

Lmao give rocket Bucky’s old arm.

“I am Groot.” “I am Steve Rogers.” Comedy gold

Cmon Thor, go after the big one first.

Cmon wanda, save them. We need some scarlet witch magic up here to stop these

Okay that was so cool. AND THEN SHE USED THE BLADES

Oh no but now Shuri is alone

So close yet so far.... Dangit... vision was almost good

Ouch. Bonk to the head

YEA BLACK WIDOW

BADASS TIME

AND OKOYE!!

LETS GOOOOOOO

BADASS WOMEN

Ouch poor vision

Cmon Thor back up vision

Please

Hulk is in his feels

Cmon hulk grow up

Ooooh smart move banner

Aaaaand he’s gone

Giant blade look oit

Corvus, screw off.

YEA STEVE

WHERE IS THOR WHEN YOU NEED HIM

CMON NAT

Oh dang. Nice one wanda. But also, sheesh. Helluva way to go. But no big.

Yea vision. Stabby time.

Now vision and Steve, kiss.

Spider man saving everyone’s lives.

YEA STRANGE

Where was this in New York???

MULTIPLYING

WHY DIDNT YOU DO THIS IN THE FIRST PLACE????

Oh no

Well then... ouch. Soooo where’s the real stone???

Hey look Tony, you have a fan.

Okay I’m just pissed odd they didn’t just kill Thanos when they had him subdued. Like, worry about the glove AFTER he’s not longer a threat

Oof

Tony is taking a beating

HE WAS STABBED

WHAT

I don’t want your respect Thanos. That’s an insult.

They will remember him. They will remember him Thanos. When he kills you.

DOCTOR STRANGE WHAT?

You really doing this??? I guess he knows what needs to unfold for them to win... dang. I wouldn’t trust him tho.

Peter Quill in berserker mode

Where’d he go?

Name dropping the second movie

Strange knows everything about to go down. Who dies, who lives, what Thanos is about to do... he’s accepting his soon dusted demise because Stark needs to live...

AIM FOR THE HEAD UGHHHHH

Stop teleporting. That’s Loki’s gimmick.

KILL THIS RAISIN LOOKING NUTSACK UGH

Homie way too OP

Poor wanda and Vis...

HER LIP TREMBLE

PHENOMENAL ACTING

SAY I LOVE YOU

I JUST FEEL YOU

AGGHHHH IM CRYING AGAIN

Poor wanda. To have to kill her love... this.. this is a sacrifice Thanos... not your murder....

Wow Steve is holding back Thanos with pure brute

WANDA IS SO STRONG

HOLDING BACK THANOS WHILE SIMULTANEOUSLY BREAKING THE MIND STONE

I LOVE YOU

AGHHHHHHHHH

And I know what happens next...

Poor wanda

Piss off thanos you understand nothing

You lost more than she could know? Bull crap. You are causing everyone to lose...

Cruel reality. Wanda has to see him die twice. RIP Vision

RIP half of all life...

AIM FOR THE DAMN HEAD

IF THOR KILLED HIM THEY COULD HAVE USED THE GAUNTLET TO BRING EVERYONE BACK TO LIFE. USED THE TIME STONE TO REVIVE THEM ALL.

How did that not kill Thanos tho. It may not have been a head shot but still.

Lil Gamora

What is this place?

Is this the soul realm?

Thanos, I hope you suffer forever. You deserve all the pain...

Rest In Peace: Vision, Loki, Bucky, T’Challa, Groot, Wanda Maximoff, Sam Wilson, Mantis, Drax, Peter Quill, Dr. Strange, Peter Parker (I don’t feel so good), and everyone else...

Thank you Nebula.

Thanos, you do NOT deserve to retire peacefully—wipe that smile off of your face

Oop, Rest In Peace Maria Hill and Nick Fury too... Motherfu— (so close Sammy boy...)

Yea Thanos you didn’t really think that through. Much more than half will died since other people rely on other peoples lives

Good thing he hit that button last minute huh? I wonder how captain marvel would fare in the TVA? are her powers considered magic? I mean, she clearly doesn’t know everything since she only just learned about Thanos (which is funny because she was supposedly traversing the universe to protect people)

Welp... onto movie two!

[thxngam]

Heyyy can you do mcu stony #18??? Love your fics btw ❤❤❤

thank you nonnie! i hope this is okay...if it’s not just lemme know and i’ll write something else! 

#18 waking up with amnesia

The catalyst is mashed potatoes, of all things. 

Well, no. Technically, it all starts when Steve gets whacked in the face with...something. Honestly, Tony doesn’t even know. He’s failed to get a straight answer out of every single damn person in the building but the point remains; something is wrong in Steve‘s face. Either a tooth got knocked loose, or something got embedded into his jaw, whatever. But since that sparring session, Steve has winced through everything that involves so much as moving his jaw. It started okay, at least to a supersoldier pain tolerance, but when Steve started wincing at eating a mushy banana, one that was basically the consistency of baby food since nobody else in the tower was willing to eat that gross a fruit-

Tony has decided that he is going to be on Steve’s ass about his tooth, and he is not going to get off it until Steve mans up and goes to medical. 

And it’s a little hypocritical, Tony making Steve go to medical, but they all have their flaws, and also, besides the fact that his soulmate was in pain and Tony hurt for him, Tony will not have his wedding kiss marred by Steve wincing at every pass of his mouth. 

But, anyway, he gave in by mashed potatoes. By the third time Steve winced while chewing, Tony’s fork has clattered to the table and his eyebrow almost hurts from how high it is. “Steve,” he groans. “Cmon. You have to see a dentist soon!”

Steve looked resolute. “No, Tony,” he grouches. “I’m fine see?” He took a scoop of mashed potatoes and chewed exaggeratedly. He still couldn’t hide his wince. “See? I’m eating just fine.”

Tony rolled his eyes. “You’re wincing eating mashed potatoes, Steve,” he pointed out and circled the table to settle in Steve‘s lap. Steve‘s hands coming up to grip his hips. “Please.”

Steve stayed stuff for only a second before going limp against the back of his seat. “I’m sorry,” he groaned. “I just-the whirring, and the seat, and I can hear the stupid drill—not to mention I don’t want to be awake while they poke holes in my teeth.” He rolled his eyes and Tony pressed a kiss to his nose apologetically. 

“We have anesthesia?” 

“Laughing gas doesn’t really work, doll. And I’m fine with lots of things, but I draw the line at drills and hammers in my mouth.”

Tony sighed. “Well, if you go to the dentist and if they say you need surgery and if they say that it warrants knocking someone out—not just you, depends on if they would do it to anyone else—then I will break out the supersoldier/hulk anesthesia, you big baby. Promise.” 

“The supersoldier anesthesia?” Steve repeated. “You mean the one we’re used when a building fell on me? That one? For a toothache?”

“Yes, Steve, that one.” Tony huffed. God, the audacity and ridiculousness of his man. Tony tangled his fingers in Steve‘s hair. “Which I’m still mad about, by the way.”

Steve‘s mouth quirked up, even though Tony was trying to stay stern. “So when you do dumb—“

“We are talking about you and the dentist, don’t bring me into this,” Tony said curtly, reluctantly smiling when Steve pressed a sweet kiss to his mouth. “Steve,” he tried. 

“Sh,” Steve soothes. “Can’t I love on my fiancé a little?”

Tony lets himself be bent back, melting into his mouth when—

Steve winces. 

Jesus Christ. Tony presses a hand to Steve‘s jaw and brushed the furrow of Steve’s brow. He was fine with entering a burning building on the off chance there was a cat inside, despite the family saying it had likely left because the little boy was crying, but he wouldn’t go to get his own damn tooth checked out. He could be so irrational about the strangest things, but Tony tried not to let that get to him. He had his things, and Steve had his things. “You’re going to the dentist,” he said.

Steve wilts, eyes begging. Tony refuses to be swayed. “You’re going to a dentist.” 

“I’m going to the dentist,” Steve repeats miserably. 

It’s hard to be smug when Steve looks like a kicked puppy. 

“Hi, honey,” Tony said gently, peeking open the door to Steve’s medical room. “Steve?” 

“D’n c’min,” Steve slurred from inside the medical room, where he’s doped up on so many drug that it’s a miracle he’s still awake. “No-on’l ma-ma h’sband s’pposed to be’en herre.” 

Sam snorted behind him. 

“Honey, I am your husband. Fiance. Whatever,” Tony said, amused. 

“B-but y’re na’ T’ny.” 

“I am Tony!” Tony can’t help but giggle. He doesn’t get to see Steve drunk very often, not unless Thor shows up with the Asgardian mead that gets them all regretting existence the next morning, and he missed dumb Steve. “I’m coming in.” 

“No!” 

Steve sounds so vehement that Tony’s hand hesitates on the doorknob. Behind him, Sam’s laugh tapers off into concern. 

“Honey, are you okay?” 

“I-I nee’ T’ny.” 

“Oh my God.” Sam looked a moment away from busting a gut. “Tony, I’m opening the door.” 

Sam reached over and opened the door for him despite Tony’s hiss, and there, Steve sat on the edge of the bed, swaying precautiously, his shirt half-open. Sam snorted, peeking over the top of his head. “Drugged up, tits out.” 

Tony reached behind him and swatted at Sam, smiling at his exaggerated oof. “Honey? What are you doin’?” 

Steve pouted. “Wh’re o’?” 

Tony felt taken aback. “Honey? I’m Tony?” 

Steve looked confused. “No, y’re n’t.”

“Holy shit, I’m taking out my phone,” Sam mutters but Tony país no heed. 

“Yeah I am,” Tony said, reaching forward to take Steve’s hand. Steve stared at it like it was a foreign object. “Baby-?”

Steve frowned. “I d’nno who’re are?”

“Oh boy,” Tony muttered and tries to smile reassuringly at Steve. This was a new reaction, and try as he might, he couldn’t help but feel laughter bubbling in his chest like he was a shaken bottle of soda about to explode. “What do you mean, honey? I am Tony, dunno how to prove it to you.”

Steve pouted. “No, yre nah.” His eyes started to well with tears. Tony suspected there were tears in Sam’s eyes, but for an entirely different reason. “”I wan’-I wan’ ma h’sban’. His n’me ‘s Tony, an’ he so pr’tty.” He quieted; Tony waited avidly to hear what he’d say next. Steve stayed silent, and Tony started to lean forward to check if he was still awake—

“And he s’ str’ng, an-an—“

 Never mind.  

Tony’s neck flushed red, both in embarrassment and in pleasure. It was-sweet, in a way, that Steve was so doped up that the only thing he could think of was Tony, but mostly, he was concerned that Steve was literally losing all of his metaphorical marbles. 

“Woah, hey man,” Sam barked, and Steve was tipping forward, eyes glazed. “Steve, you awake?”

Steve blinked sleepily. “No,” he said dazedly, and then his head was lolling. 

“Should we get him to sleep? Or call a nurse?” Tony rubbed at the reactor, fingers drumming anxiously. 

“Nah,” Sam said, looking mildly concerned, but still halfway-gleeful. “The nurse did say that he might be a little odd on the anesthetic.” 

“Oh,” Tony said, scratching his jaw, as his other hand gently pushed Steve back onto the bed so he could sleep some of the effects of the drugs running through his system off until he was safe—to himself, mostly; he was like a helpless kitten more than a soldier at this point—“She did?”

“Man, you and Steve are perfect for each other,” Sam complained. “Like two year olds with directions.”

“I st’l dunno wh’re y’re?” Steve slurred. 

Tony leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to Steve’s wrinkled brow. “Don’t worry about it,” he said softly. “Sam took a video for you anyway.”

“No kiss,” Steve whined, pressing his swollen face to the pillow. “‘Ly T’ny s’ppos’ k’ss.”

“Okay, baby,” Tony sighed. He turned expectantly to Sam. “Well?”

“We’re playing the damn video at your wedding.”

...

Later, after ten replayings of the same shaky StarkPhone video, Steve has not moved from the couch. 

“Honey,” Tony started, perching at the end of the couch. “It’s okay.”

“I didn’t know who you were!” Steve moaned. 

“Well you did, really,” Tony pointed out, and feels a flash of remorse when Steve just buried his head further into the pillow. “Jesus.”

“I hate you. Was the video necessary?”

“Sam took it!”

“And you let him?!”

“...”

“I was on drugs!” Steve defends weakly.

He laughed helplessly, rubs aching in protest. 

“Tony,” he whines. 

Tony snickers and tugs Steve close. “Cmere and kiss me again, idiot.”

[wonder-kid-pugh]

Oblivious - (Preath with a little Alex x reader)

@postcardsforfrance hi! could you write about christen making moves on tobin for 1 year or more, but tobin being very oblivious to it and thinking cp just want to be her best friend. cp then start thinking tobin is rejecting her so she's putting some space between them. tobin notices and ask her what's happening.

so something sappy you know, with a happy ending :) thank you

Y/n's Pov

I was lying on my bed when my sister stormed into the room and flopped onto her bed groaning into her pillow. I pause the show I was watching and turn towards her, "What's the matter Chris?". I looks up from the pillow and rolls her eyes, "Tobin is so oblivious. I'm dropping hints that I like her and they go way over her head". I frown slightly knowing how long my sister has been pining after the nutmeg queen, "Are you sure your being obvious?". She rolls her eyes and glares at me, "Extremely".

Before I can reply there a knock at the door, "It's open!". A minute later my girlfriend walks through the door. "Hey" I smile at her. Which she returns with her dazzling smile, "Hey beautiful". I blush as she kisses my cheek and sits beside me. Then she sees Christen glaring at the both of us, "Woah what's up with you Pressy?". I chuckle slightly before answering, "Tobin still hasn't caught on that Chris is head over heels for her". This just earns me a glare from my sister and I sink into Alex's side. Alex laughs, "You can't say much Y/n. It took a long time for us to go out because you were so oblivious as well". My eyes widened and I turned to her, "What?! No way!". Christen and Alex share a look. "Yeah you were" they say in unison. "Oh cmon I couldn't of been that bad. We got together eventually" I say rolling my eyes. "Yeah we got together after years of flirting until I eventually full on asked you out" Alex giggles.

I pout as I turn to my sister, "Was I really that bad?". Christen nods, "You and Tobin are so blind when it comes to anything romantic". "If it makes you feel any better, it meant that I didn't have to worry when that Spanish player started flirting with you" Alex shrugs. My eyes widen, "What?! When was this? Who was it?". Alex just shakes her head before kissing my forehead gently. Christen groans once more, "Ughhh it's been over a year of dropping hints and Tobin still hasn't gotten a clue". "Maybe you should do what I did. Just bit the bullet and just say it right out" Alex says. I nod smiling remembering the day Alex confessed her feelings for me. Christen sigh, "It's the only way she's going to find out isn't it?". Alex and I both nod. "Screw it I'll do it after dinner tonight" Christen says determined. I smile at my sister. All I want is for her to be happy, but if Tobin doesn't get her shit together soon I'm going to lose it.

................

The three of us were down at dinner and we were talking about the upcoming match against the Netherlands when Tobin plopped down in the seat beside Christen, "Hey guys! What are you talking about?". I shrug, "Just the match tomorrow. Do you know who's starting?" She just shakes her head. We keep talking until Tobin shocks the table

"So Chris, do you have a crush on anyone at the moment?"

Christen immediately starts choking on her food and starts coughing violently. I pour her some more water passing it to her as Tobin rubs her back, "Woah you okay?". After christen finally stops hacking she nods taking a sip of her water, "Why do you ask?". Tobin just frowns slightly, "Well it's just I've never seen you show any interest in anyone". I can't stop myself from facepalming right in front of her while Alex just shakes her head. "Please. Pleaseeees tells me I wasn't this bad. I can't have been this bad, can I?" I whisper to my amazingly patience girlfriend. Alex just grins at me with a playful look in her eyes. I sigh and turn back to the two in front of me.

"Well yes Tobin I do have my eye on someone" Christen says. "Oh cool. Is it anyone I know?" Tobin asks but her shoulder slightly slouch. Christen thinks for a minute before continuing, "Yeah you know them. But I've been dropping hints for over a year now and they still aren't getting it". Alex and I watch with extreme focus hoping Tobin will finally realise Chris's feeling for her. " Well maybe you need to tell them straight out that you like them". Christen forgets the plate in front of her and completely turns to Tobin, "Tobin I like you". Alex and I freeze waiting for Tobin's response. She just grins at Christen, "See that's what you should do. If they don't get that, their too dumb for you". I hear Alex groan while I drop my knife and fork on my plate and put my head in my hands.

Jesus Christ Tobin

Christen scoffs, "Unbelievable". She stands up and walks out if the room back to our room I guess. Tobin watches her leave before turning back to us, "Did I say something wrong?". "Tobin I love you, but God your slow" Alex says to her. Tobin just tilts her head at us before standing as well, "I'm going to go check on Chris". "God and I thought you were bad" Alex jokes as I swat her in the arm.

Christen's Pov

God she is so oblivious, it's unbelievable. I literally told her straight out I liked her and she still doesn't have a clue! When I get back to my room I just sit on the bed with my head in my hands. How could someone be so oblivious, it must be impossible. I hear a knock at the door and go to answer it. When I open the door I see the midfielder in question, "Hey you okay? You left pretty quick just now". I sigh, "Yeah I'm fine Toby". She just frowns and looks at me concerned, "Cmon Chris, tell me maybe I can help".

And with that I can't take it anymore

I surge forward and grab the front of her jersey kissing her hard. I've waited longer enough for this to happen. Right before I'm about to pull away, I feel Tobin put her hands on my hips and pull me back into her deepening the kiss. My hands move from her jersey to the back of her neck as I play with the baby hairs on the nape of her neck. She slowly walks me backwards until I feel my legs hit the bed. She lowers me down gently as she hovers over me not breaking the kiss once. We were so lost in the kiss, we didn't hear the door open.

"Ew guys why on my bed!"

We immediately separate and turn to see Y/n standing by the door while Alex stands behind her laughing her ass off. Tobin scrambles off me while I just sit up on the bed and glare at my sister, "Nice timing Y/n". "Look I'm sorry and all that I interrupted you finally getting with Tobs but not my bed! That's gross Chris!". I look at Alex sending her a silent pleading look. She just nods and grabs Y/n's wrist before leading her out of the room. I turn back to Tobin who is handling by the desk rubbing her neck sheepishly with a bright red face.

"Well if you couldn't guess I have feelings for you Toby. I have for a while now" I confess. Tobin looks at me, "I never knew" she jokes. I walk over to her before slapping her arm, "Do you know how many hints I dropped?!" Tobin just send me her adorably goofy smile that I can't resist, "I'm sorry". I just sigh before pecking her on the lips, "God your so oblivious".

[captain-mcdavid]

jimmy vesey - i can’t sleep (drabble)

this is unedited and total bullshit but i had jimmy feels i needed to get out 🤷🏽‍♀️

Drunk calling your ex at one in the morning is never a good idea. But showing up at their apartment is definitely a worse idea.

To be fair you’re not even sure if you are broken up, you had a blow out fight three weeks ago and haven’t spoken since. It was your fault, you’ll admit it, but usually he comes back first, apologizing even though he did nothing wrong.

You’re telling yourself it’s his bed that brought you here. It was big and soft and warm and comfortable, all things that yours was not. But even drunk you know you’re lying to yourself. You just miss him.

The first knock is quiet, and when there’s no movement behind the door you knock louder, fist wrapping on the door aggressively.

And then you hear him yell and you actually consider running away because obviously you’re not who he thinks you are.

“Chill, Brady! I’m coming, jesus.”

You’re about to say fuck it and take off down the hallway, but the door swings open in front of you, Jimmy’s annoyed expression changing to surprise in an instant.

You let out an awkward drunk laugh, resting a hand on your hip while jutting your leg out. “Not Brady!” You inform him, hating that you can’t even make him smile anymore.

“What are you doing here?” He says quietly.

“I want to sleep here.” It’s not really meant to be one, but it still sounds like a demand, and you shrink into your figure after you say it, waiting for Jimmy’s reaction.

He opens his mouth to say no but you’re too drunk and too tired to let him, so you push past him making an obnoxious shooshing sound on the way. “I haven’t had a decent sleep in three weeks, Jimmy. My stupid bed in my stupid apartment is stupidly uncomfortable, and all I want is a good sleep, so please, can I just stay here?”

You don’t wait for him to respond, sauntering down the hall and into his room. He follows you with a sigh, mumbling something unintelligible to your intoxicated mind.

With a unnecessary moan you fall back into the bed, spreading out in all the space that you didn’t have in your own. You’re about to wrap yourself up in the blankets, but Jimmy’s voice stops you.

“You gotta take your makeup off.” He mumbles, pulling the blanket off you.

“No.” You grumble back, trying to tug the duvet back towards you. Jimmy’s hold remains firm though, and you give up with a dramatic sigh.

“Cmon. You’ll be mad at me and yourself in the morning if you don’t take it off.”

He makes a good point. You roll your eyes, making sure Jimmy can see as you stand up from the bed, stomping like a toddler while you follow him to the bathroom.

He pulls your makeup wipes out of your drawer, and you feel a sharp pain in your chest when you realize everything is exactly the way you left it. He hasn’t packed up any of your stuff, or thrown anything away. There’s still two toothbrushes in the cup in the corner and one of your bras hanging on the back of the door.

Jimmy stands behind you with a hair tie, and you suck in an unexpecting breath when his finger tips graze the bale of your neck. He freezes for a moment, your eyes meeting in the mirror, before he visibly swallows. He gathers your hair, tying it up in a floppy bun and you’re unable to take your eyes off him.

You’ve never wanted to turn around and kiss him so badly, god you’ve missed him.

Your drunk mind convinced you to show up here, but it can’t convince you to actually tell him what you’re feeling. Kind of pathetic.

Jimmy moves around to your front, taking a wipe from the package to start swiping at your face. He won’t look you in the eye, completely focused on taking off the pound of makeup covering your face. Once he’s satisfied, he turns to throw the wipe away, and then he’s reaching for your toothbrush, putting the paste on it before deciding that you’re probably capable of doing this yourself.

You run the brush around your mouth, watching him as he heads back out to his room.

You emerge minutes later to see him setting a glass of water down on the bedside table, a t shirt laid out on the bed for you.

You gasp, grinning widely when you see what shirt it is. Dwight Schrute’s face is plastered big on the front and you do an excited little hop before saying, “Perfectenshlag!”

Jimmy looks like he’s trying to conceal his laughter, but eventually he gives up, shaking his head at your ridiculousness.

You bite your lip, smiling while you sit down on the bed. “There’s that smile.” It slips out and the room goes silent.

“Y/N,” He starts, but you don’t want to hear anything serious. You’re worried he’s gonna tell you that it’s really over and after this you’re not ready for it, so you stop him, turning on the bed pulling your hair over your shoulder.

“Undo me? Please?”

He stops talking, and nods once, crossing over to you. He pulls down the zipper, finger tips grazing the skin behind the trail. When it’s pulled all the way down, there’s no movement from either of you, but then Jimmy’s hand goes up again, and he’s pushing the straps off your shoulders and the dress is pooling at your waist.

You suck in a breath, leaning into his touch. You can feel him leaning closer, and then his lips are pressing to the skin between your neck and shoulder and you lose it.

Turning around and standing so that the dress falls to your feet before you’re placing a thigh on either side of his, seating yourself on his lap to connect your lips.

He kisses you back, hard. Hands grabbing at your ribs to pull you closer to him, then sliding down to the bend between your thighs and waist. His thumbs press into the skin there and you whimper, rocking yourself against him.

He grunts and breaks the kiss, holding you to him while he stands, placing you gently on the floor.

You try to keep him close, but his hands remain firm on your hips, keeping you from leaning up to kiss him again.

“Jimmy,” You murmur, and he shakes his head.

“You’re drunk. We can’t.” He picks up the shirt off the bed, handing it to you before walking straight out the door. “I’ll be on the couch if you need me.”

And then he’s gone.

God he wouldn’t even sleep in the same bed as you? What you were most afraid of had to be true. You were over.

With shakey hands you put the t shirt on, laying back into the bed you were so excited to sleep in. It’s comfortable, and big, but you’re suddenly not tired anymore, and you don’t want to sleep here anymore than you do at home.

You sit in the dark, staring at the clock on the table for forty five minutes. Watching the numbers change, trying not to let the tears threatening to spill pour over the edge. All you can think about is how much you don’t want to leave, how much you want him in this bed with you.

You honest to god can’t even remember what you fought about, and when the clock hits 2:30 suddenly the confidence that you had at the bar is back, and you’re getting up, walking out to the living room.

It’s pitch black but you can hear the TV, and when you round the corner, Jimmy is laying on the couch, watching highlights but looking completely uninterested.

“Jimmy?” You say, and he darts up, turning to where you’re perched, hiding half behind the wall.

“Hey,” He mumbles, getting to his feet. He’s not wearing a shirt now, just sweats slung low on his hips.

“I can’t sleep.” You say dumbly.

He raises his eyebrows, and opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. “Your bed is uncomfortable too...” You start, and then come the tears, they come fast and strong, rolling down your cheeks almost instantly. You suck in an uneven breath, and Jimmy looks shocked.

“Hey, hey hey!” You whispers, crossing the room quickly to swipe his thumbs under your eyes. “Don’t cry,” He says, and you sniffle, leaning your cheek against his hand. “It was comfortable last time you slept in it,” He says, and you scoff.

“Cause you were in it!” You feel so stupid for crying so hard but you literally can’t stop at this point. “I don’t remember why we fought Jimmy, but I’m sorry. It was dumb and I’m dumb and stubborn but I want to come home. I’m don’t want this to be over.” You cry, holding his hand to your face.

“Then come home,” He says simply, tugging you into his chest. You sigh against him, your body relaxing against him like it hasn’t been able to do in three weeks. “I don’t want this to be over either.”

No words have ever sounded better you, and you hug him tighter. “Ugh Jimmy I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” He lifts you off the ground easily and you wrap your legs around him, nuzzling into his neck while he walks to the bedroom. “Even though you have a hard time admitting you’re wrong.”

Instead of responding you give him a light punch to the arm, clinging to him while he crawls into the bed.

Jimmy folds himself behind you, pulling the covers up while he wraps you in his arms.

“This is much better,” You sigh.

Jimmy chuckles and then whispers, “Perfectenshlag.”

And then you’re laughing like idiots, both totally content for the first time in weeks.

[myfavouritelunatic]

Your Strength

My first ever Duncan Shepherd one shot! This came out of nowhere, so I hope you all enjoy it!

Pairing: Duncan Shepherd x Reader

Word Count: Just under 1.5k

Warnings: Self-harm, blood, depression, cutting, suicide. Yeah it's a little dark kids sorry about that. Please be wary!

Otherwise this piece is pure fluff, no smut to be found. Unless anyone wants a part two...?

You heard the door slam, jolting you out of your melancholic stupor. Your face was stained with damp trails of black mascara and eyeliner marking your cheeks, eyes stinging from all of those painful tears that had forced their way out of you. You didn’t want to cry, but the heartache had been too much to bear. The worst part of it all? Nothing had triggered this. No one had left you, had gotten sick, or died. You were simply, sad. It was the only way you knew how to be, the only way you could function. Sure you could smile, but it wasn’t the truth. Just a mask you held up to the world in order to live in it, in order to get along.

You heard footsteps then, familiar sounds on the floorboards, echoing off the walls. They belonged to someone you knew very well, and the only person that could do anything to ease your pain. Duncan. You glanced up from where your head rested buried by your arms, and watched as he frantically entered the room. His eyes found you and he called out your name, panicked. “God, I was so worried…” he swiftly moved to where you were huddled up on the floor next to the bed, taking you in his arms. Duncan was your shield, your armour. With him around you, beside you, you felt untouchable. He even gave you hope that you could be cured of your sadness, not just learn to live with it. “Why didn’t you answer your phone? You can’t do that. That’s not okay.” he spoke commandingly, kissing the top of your head.

“I’m s-sorry...” you mumbled through a sob, barely keeping it together. “I just…. j-just didn’t know w-when you were coming back… I didn’t know what to do…”

Duncan suddenly pulled away from you in shock. “Your arms. Show me your arms.” You shook your head furiously, despite knowing where this was heading. He sighed, calming down, catching himself in his agitated state. He knows his love for you can lead him to heightened states of emotion, especially when your wellbeing is involved. And that wasn’t always what was best for you. He calmly said your name, holding his concern in his eyes gazing across at you. “Baby, show me your arms. Please.”

You closed your eyes tightly, biting hard on your bottom lip, trying to resist his request as much as you could. But by taking one more look at his angelic face, you surrendered, and slowly revealed yourself to him. The sight of your blood and the thin cuts from which it had come made Duncan gasp. “No no no no no baby what did you do? Jesus fuck!” You watched as tears formed quickly then fell just as fast from his eyes. “Cmon, come this way!” he said, picking you up and carrying you through your bedroom to the en suite. Duncan gently laid you down in the bath tub, and turned on the taps. The water ran hot over your wounds, stinging, the blood melting away. It wasn’t long before more blood appeared though, a couple of your cuts had run deeper than you previously thought. You looked over at Duncan and he was rifling through the medicine cabinet, obtaining what he needed to help you. You apologized to him when he came back over and immediately began tending to your gashes.

He sniffled. “It’s okay baby. I… I know you weren’t serious.” He stared at you intently, holding your attention. “If you’d cut properly we wouldn’t be having this conversation.” Your lips trembled as he spoke those words, and your sobs returned. “I’m such a fuck up, Duncan… I don’t know what to do anymore…” He applied pressure to your arms to stop the bleeding. But it felt more like he was clinging onto you, as if he was about to lose you, and he never wanted to let you go. He was still crying. “I’ve got you, okay? I’m not going anywhere. You are not escaping my sight, do you hear me?”

“But what about your work?”

“Fuck it. It doesn’t matter. You. You are the only thing that matters to me.” Duncan took that moment to steal a kiss from you, and it was soft, reassuring. There was always something in the way he kissed that brought you back down to earth, and told you everything was going to be okay. He rested his forehead against yours, and you heard yourself sigh in relief for the first time in a long time. The two of you just sat there in silence for ages. The only sounds heard in the room were the bath water, and the two of you breathing. Duncan kissed you again tenderly and whispered, “Let’s take a look shall we?” You nodded and kissed him back. He gently lifted up the gauze from your skin, revealing the calm that followed the storm: the bleeding had stopped. Duncan responded happily, and your face lit up as you saw his wonderful smile emerge. “Thank goodness.” He took your hands up to his mouth, brushing his lips against them sweetly. You managed a small smile at the sight, despite being overcome with joy internally, you were still too weak physically to give him anything else. But he was your strength, and that was all you needed.

Duncan began to wipe some disinfectant over the wounds, causing you to wince continuously. “So tomorrow,” he began, “I think, I need to whisk you away somewhere. A place you’ve never been perhaps? Somewhere romantic maybe? Paris? London? Prague?”

That small smile of yours grew ever so slightly. “Well that is one way to my heart, Mr. Shepherd.”

“Then it’s settled. Just pick the city and we are there.”

“However, I think the best way to my heart right now, is you, me, our bed, and a heap of 80’s movies and junk food to last at least the next 48 hours.”

He snickered at your suggestion, sighing contently. “Well if that’s what my lady wants, then that is what she shall get.” You were grinning now, almost able to see that cure on the horizon. Duncan finished fixing your wounds by wrapping them up in bandages, leaving the rest up to nature. “Okay let’s get you out of this bath and into some fresh clothes.” He left the bathroom and returned promptly with your favourite pyjamas. You placed your arms around him as he lifted you up out of the bath. Then you stood there shivering slightly, the damp clothes chilling you. Duncan removed them piece by piece until nothing remained. Then he hastily grabbed the nearest towel and wrapped it around you, helping to dry you off and keep you warm.

Granted this wasn’t as fun as the previous times he’s undressed you, but it was arguably the most romantic. A part of you always doubted Duncan’s true feelings for you, despite you knowing full well that he loved you with everything he had. Maybe it was the depression talking, or maybe it was the reputation of one Duncan Shepherd that preceded him. Quite the playboy he was before you came along. And you never fully believed you were worthy of such a man. A woman to end the life of a hard to pin down bachelor, and one with bucket loads of money to boot. Regardless it was this briefest of moments that made you start to realise that he truly did love you. You stood there, naked and shivering before him, and he didn’t make it sexual in any way. Sure it really didn’t seem like much, not exactly the type of behaviour that deserved a medal, but to you it spoke volumes.

He held you close to him as your body dried off, warmth returning to you. Again the two of you just remained still like this for ages, simply content with the simplicity of the moment. But after a while, there was a desire for your pyjamas and blankets, so Duncan helped dress you before leading you out of the bathroom, and into your bed. The pair of you got comfy against the mountain of pillows against the headboard, your legs entwined with one another. Duncan picked up the TV remote, loading up Netflix. “I pick the movie, you pick the food?” he whispered softly.

“Sounds like a good deal. Pizza?” you offered.

Duncan smiled down at you. “Done. Ferris Bueller’s Day Off?”

“Done!” you agreed excitedly. He kissed your forehead, pulling you closer to him. He hit play on the remote and picked up his phone to order the pizza. You sighed happily once more, feeling your strength all around you. Maybe the cure was here all along.

Tagging: @pizzadeliveryboypewds @langdoncontusions @fallenangel4996 @lovelylangdonx @queencocoakimmie @langdonsdemon @ceejay1163 @kinlovecody @lxngdonscoven

[kaywinette]

Waterpark

To celebrate the beginning of summer break, Kenny, Lee, Katjaa, Duck, and Clementine all head to the waterpark for a day of fun! Another adoable request from @mettatonlover858 i love these requests so much omg thank youuuu!!!

Lee was quick to regret his decision of sitting in the back with the kids so Katjaa didnt have to. Duck and Clementine were relentless in trying to bother each other, and Lee was in the middle of it. To keep the kids entertained for the ride Katjaa had brought some coloring books and markers for them, which was immediately proven to be a bad idea. Duck accidentally ended up coloring off of his book and onto his swim trunks, and not wanting to be the only one with an orange marker, he reached over Lees lap to color on some of Clementines dress. In retaliation, Clementine tried to jump and attack the older boy. Small hands reaching for the boy's throat before Lees able to catch her.

Lee always found it amusing how Clementine was an angel and sweet to everyone she meets, but when shes around Duck, she turns into a monster. Guess the older boy just knows how to push her buttons. The entire car ride Lee is keeping the kids from attacking each other, much to their disappointment.

"Lee, are you sure you don't want to sit in the front on the way back? I'm sure I can handle the kids just fine," Katjaa offers for the thousandth time.

"Trust me, I'm fine. Really, its a piece of cake," Lee smiles at the woman as Ducks hand fly's past to grab and tug at one of the buns on top of Clementine's head. The girl screams and also reaches past lee to try and grab a handful of Ducks buzzed hair before Lee is separating the two once again.

After what felt like hours, they arrive at the popular water park. Duck and Lee get out one door, before Lee's head to Clementine's side to help try and fix her hair best he could. It's not like he did a good job at styling her hair in the first place though, since what was supposed to be two buns on top of her head turned out to just be two pigtails on top of her head with stray curls flying in every direction. But either way, Lee thought the girl looked adorable.

"Clementine darling, come here so I can put some sunscreen on you," Katjaa calls from behind the truck. Once Lee does what he could for her hair, he sends her over.

"We're raising a couple of monsters, Lee," Kenny laughs as he gets out of the front seat, securing his cap on his head as he shuts the door. Walking over to his friend as Lee rolls his eyes.

"Maybe. The thing is, Clementine only acts this way around Duck," Lee shakes his head, crossing his arms.

"It's cause she wants to prove to him that he ain't any stronger than him just cause he's older," Kenny explains with a shrug, watching as Clementine sticks her tongue out at the older boy while Katjaa rubs sunscreen into her cheeks.

"Okay, now you Ducky," Katjaa says, turning to her son who quickly begins to protest.

"Mooooom, 'm not gonna burn. I dont need any sunscreen!" The boy whines, even going so far to stomp his foot in a mini tantrum, hands balled into fists at his sides. Katjaa starts to insist that he does before Kenny stops her.

"Naw Kat. If the boy says he ain't gonna burn, then he ain't gonna burn." Kenny smirks, nodding towards his son who grins triumphantly up at his mother.

"Fine...fine. Let's just get in the water. It's hot out here." Katjaa says, pulling the bag of towels onto her shoulder before heading towards the entrance to the water park. Duck immeditiatly begins to run off across the parking lot, much to the horror of his parents, and wanting to catch up, Clem begins to run too before Lee coughs, catching the girls attention.

"Sorry Lee," The girl mumbles, waiting for Lee to catch up to her. He takes her hand before they continue towards the entrance, where Duck was already waiting.

"Kenneth Junior! Never do that again!" Katjaa scolds once shes close enough to the boy, very gently slapping her sons shoulder. Duck whines and rubs his shoulder while Katjaa continues to scold him. Slowly but surely, the two families find themselves finding a spot on the sand the waterpark has played out.

Lee helps Clmeneint out of her coverup dress, making sure to place it somewhere safe, so it's not all sandy when Clem puts it on again.

"Oh, Clementine! That is a very pretty swimsuit," Katjaa compliments and Clementine looks down at her own swimsuit. It was a sort of two piece where the top was long, reaching just above Clementine belly button, and the bottoms were a sort of skirt/short combination. Clementine thought it was pretty too.

"Thank you!" The girl happily smiles at the mother before Duck is racing past her and into the wave pool. "Duck! Wait up!" Clementine whines before chasing after her friend.

"When I saw it, I knew I had to buy it," Lee smirked, standing up straight again. The swimsuit was white, and had little cut oranges spread all over it. Katjaa rolls her eyes at that and laughs softly.

"Well, you have very good taste then." She compliments, but Lee shakes his head.

"Carley actually picked it out first. She couldn't stop laughing when she showed it to us. Clem wasnt too amused by the joke, but she thought it was pretty cute nonthe less"Lee shrugs, smiling at the memory from a few days ago.

"Its a shame she couldn't make it, I would have loved to catch up with her some." Katjaa sighs as she sits on a beach hair.

"Carleys pretty upset about it as well, but she said she promises to make it up to us, whatever that means." Lee chuckles before Clementine and Duck are calling for him and Kenny, yelling at them to come play. The two fathers share an already tired look before heading towards the wave pool where the two kids were trying to drown each other.

Once the adults were close enough, Duck popped out from under the water where Clementine was holding him, spitting some water out of his mouth before speaking.

"Dad! Can we play chicken? Pleeeaasseee?" The boy begs, grabbing and tugging on his fathers hands, as if bothering him would get him to agree. Kenny looks around, trying to see if he can find any rules against the game before shrugging.

"Sure, why not. Lee? What do you say?" Kenny asks, turning to look at his friend.

"CHicken? Whats that?" Lee asks, standing at the edge of the wave pool, the water just barley covering his feet.

"Its a game where we put our kids on our shoulders, and basically they just try to knock eachother off. Duck thinks its the best game." Kenny rolls his eyes, and Lee just laughs a little.

"Alright fine. Sounds fun." He nods, and looks at Clementine, "What about you sweet pea?" He asks. Clementine seems to hesitate for a few moments before slowly nodding. "Okay then, its settled!" Lee smiles as Duck cheers. The four wade deeper into the water, stopping when the water reaches just above Lees hips. Kenny and Lee then both lift the children onto their shoulders before Kenny starts to go over the rules.

"Okay, so me and Lee cant interfere, thats rule number one. Rule number two is no punching, biting, or slapping, but pushing. And rule number three is try not to kick me or Lee in the face for the love of god." Kenny finishes and Duck starts to wiggle up on his fathers shoulders, eager to get the game started with. "Okay jesus Duck, calm down. We can start in three..." Kenny starts to countdown.

At one, Lee and Kenny both step close to eachother as the children try to push eachother away. Lee struggles to keep his balance as Duck shoves Clem backwards, but hes able to keep the two up and above water. Eventually, Clem gives one good push that sends the father and son underwater.

"You cheated!" Duck sputters once he resurfaces.

"Prove it," Clementine calls, still sitting up on Lees shoulders.

"Let's go again." Duck demands, not wanting to lose to a girl, especially not Clementine.

"Fine! I'll just win again." Clementine grins, and Duck gets back on Kennys shoulders. And just like Clem predicted, she wins again. Before Duck can remand a rematch, Lee is taking Clem off his shoulders.

"Okay, I think we're done. You came too close to kicking me in the nose Duck." Lee says, making Duck pout. "Why dont we go to the slides?" Lee offers, and suddenly the kids aren't so disappointed in the ending of their game. "Ken, why don't you go keep Katjaa some company while I take the kids to the slides?" Lee offers, and Kenny nods, patting Lees back.

"Good luck Lee. Try not to lose them." Kenny jokes before going to sit with his wife. Lee quickly ussures the kids to the slides. Once at the top, Duck was the first to go down all by himself, but Clementine is a little more hesitant.

"Can't you go down with me?" She asks, turning to frown up at the adult.

"Sorry Clem, but the rules say one at a time," Lee explains before Clementine is turning toward the lifeguard on duty.

"Please! Just this once can he come down with me! I'm not brave enough to go down on my own yet." The girl pleads, even pulling her puppy eyes at the redheaded woman. The woman seems to hesitate, glancing at the little girl and the rule sign before sighing.

"You know what, I won't tell nobody if you dont," The woman bends down to the girls height, giving her a smile, which Clementine returns.

"Thank you..." Clementine pauses to read the womans nametag, "Bonnie!" After thanking the woman, Clementine pulls lee to the slide. She sits in his lap, and they wait until Bonnie gives them a thumbs up before they slide down.

Clementine screams out of joy the entire way down, and even Lee lets out a chuckle as they slow down at the end. Once its over, Clementine gets up and holds out her hands to help Lee up as well.

"Took you guys long enough!" Duck calls before sprinting off toward another water ride.

"Duck!! Wait!" Clementine calls, running after him quickly, "Lee, cmon!" Clementine yells at the adult, making him laugh and calmly walk after the two children.

The families spend another couple of hours in the sun and water, occasionally switching the kids off so the one who had been watching them could rest for a bit. Eventually, the kids stopped running around, and were much too tired to do anything else. So they decide to head home. Lee helps Clem back into her coverup, and Katjaa forces Duck to put back on his T-shirt, which he complains immensely about, especially now that his shoulders and face are red and hot with sunburns.

Katjaa carries her son back to the car, while Lee and Clementine walk hand in hand. Lee gets in the middle of the backseat while Katjaa sets Duck down next to him. He helps Clem in and helps her buckle up before leaning back in the seat. Kenny gets in the drivers seat, and Katjaa into the passenger side, before they're driving home. It doesn't take long for the two kids to pass out, using both of Lee's shoulders as pillows. Soon enough, Lee feels himself nodding off from the long and exciting day.

Lee gently rests his head on top of Clementines, letting his eyes slowly shut, planning to just take a quick break, but quickly ends up falling asleep as well.

When Katjaa notices the three sleeping beauties in the backseat, she immediately takes out her camera to snap a picture while laughing softly.

"Carley is going to love this." The woman smiles as she turns back in her seat, looking over the amazing picture with a smile.

[youngandhungryent]

Meek Mill Responds To Kanye West Claims Of Entanglement With Kim Kardashian: “Sh*t Is cap,”

Source: Prince Williams / Getty

Meek Mill is once again telling fans to put some respect on his name.

On Wednesday (Jul 22), the “Going Bad” rapper took to Twitter to address the allegations made by Kanye West that an illicit affair took place between the Philly rapper and Ye’s wife, Kim Kardashian-West, in 2019.

As previously reported, in a since-deleted tweetstorm initiated by Yeezy himself on Wednesday, the Jesus Is King rapper made a slew of accusations against his wife and her family, stating that they flew in two psychiatrists to “51/50” him, which is a legal term used when a family is trying to have someone involuntarily committed to a mental institution when the pose harm to themselves or others.

“Come and get me,” Kanye wrote. “They tried to fly in 2 doctors to 51/50 me.”

While discussing his family, Kanye dropped the bombshell that he has secretly been planning to divorce Kim for the last twelve months after finding out that she met with Meek Mill to discuss prison reform.

“I been trying to get divorced since Kim met with Meek at the Warldolf [sic] for ‘prison reform,’” Kanye tweeted in reference to the Criminal Justice Reform Summit that went down in Los Angeles back in October 2019 in Los Angeles.

Kanye really called Kris Jenner “Kris Jong-Un”

Kanye is really fighting for his his life. pic.twitter.com/m7KpkZOIaf

—

(@VictorNewt) July 22, 2020

While Kanye did spill the tea, he made sure to let fans know that it was Kim who was out of line, not Meek Mill.

“Meek is my man and was respectful,” Kanye said. “Kim was out of line. I’m worth 5 billion dollars, more than that thru Christ.”

Responding to the rumor, Meek Mill took to Twitter to dispel the rumor that he was in a previous entanglement with Kim K. Without getting too specific with his response, the “Champions” rapper sent a message to fans letting them know that the “encounter” Kanye is referring to was nothing salacious, calling the rumor “cap.”

“Sh*t is cappp cmon,” Meek wrote.

Shit is cappp cmon …..

— Meek Mill (@MeekMill) July 22, 2020

Although reports from the Kardashian camp deny that divorce is on the table for the couple, it didn’t stop Ye’s core fans from coming up with their own theories regarding the bizarre tweets. One subject that has many giving his new circle the side-eye is the few tweets that referenced Jordan Peele’s 2017 Horror film, Get Out.

“Everyone knows Get Out is about me,” Kanye continued. “Kris and Kim put out a statement without my approval, that is not what a wife should do. White Supremacy.”

While many understand that the horror film about race is fictional, fans couldn’t help but question the timing of Kim Kardashian’s statement regarding Kanye’s mental health after endorsing his presidential bid just two weeks prior.

Miss Donda, please give your genius child the right words to say, guide his light. We can’t continue to lose this great mind to his own pain and demons. I always looked up to you Mr West @kanyewest and always will pic.twitter.com/tuCM4zvpQm

— LA From The Bronx (@hellolukawolf) July 23, 2020

Still, fans have vowed to stick by Yeezy’s side to ensure that his truth is told and that he remains safe. The cry championing the Chicago hitmaker became even louder after Ye’s old nemesis  Taylor Swift decided to do a little trolling of her own by announcing that she will be surprising fans with an album and video to be released on the same day as Kanye’s highly anticipated album and film dedicated to his late mother, Donda: With Child.

DONDA coming this Friday pic.twitter.com/HGibF3PHYf

— ye (@kanyewest) July 21, 2020

Surprise

Tonight at midnight I’ll be releasing my 8th studio album, folklore; an entire brand new album of songs I’ve poured all of my whims, dreams, fears, and musings into. Pre-order at https://t.co/zSHpnhUlLb pic.twitter.com/4ZVGy4l23b

— Taylor Swift (@taylorswift13) July 23, 2020

While Swift has tried to maintain that she is always on the receiving end of slander from the West camp, many fans called her out for trying to use Yeezy’s low moment to take a subliminal shot.

when mfers stream Taylor Swift over Kanye pic.twitter.com/vSz1YZ9zTt

— . (@kanyesc0tt) July 23, 2020

TAYLOR DROPPING A SURPRISE ALBUM THE SAME DAY KANYE WAS SUPPOSED TO DROP HIS LMFAAAOOOO THESE TWO I STG pic.twitter.com/nrrViIXMli

— 𝐣𝐚𝐢/ʙʟᴍ/𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐏𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐠 (@oswinisborn) July 23, 2020

Check out the powerful visual for Donda that Kanye released to honor his late mother on her birthday below.

    source https://hiphopwired.com/890357/meek-mill-responds-to-kanye-west/

[an-outsiders-sunset]

West Side Doll

part three

Dallas Winston x soc reader

Y/n p.o.v

‘Y/n why are you just sitting there? You need to get ready your date is in two hours!’ Cherri exclaimed at me as she ran around my room looking for something for me to wear. ‘Exactly, two hours. I have time.’ I said looking at her smirking. 'No. Just no. Go get in the shower. Then when you’re done come out I’ll hopefully have something for you to wear and I’ll do your hair.’ She told me pointing to my bathroom. 'But I already showered this morning!’ I whined looking at her like a child. 'I swear, Y/n, get in the shower now and take longer then ten minutes ok? Washing everything!’ She yelled at me as I was already closing the door to my bathroom. I turned the water on waiting for it to get hot. I advert my gaze from the water to my mirror looking at my reflection. My hair was up in a messy, really messy, bun and my eyeliner from the night before was smudged all over my eyes. Wow am I fabulous or what? Hoping into the shower, I start to think about what tonight would be like. Walking out of the bathroom I look over at Cherri who is sitting on my bed and smiling. What a weirdo. 'I picked something out for you.’ She said still smiling. 'Okay? Can I see it?’ 'Here. Go put it on. Now.’ I silently obliged not wanting mess with her when she’s acting all weird like that. Stepping out of my walk in closet, I can’t stop smiling. Cherri picked out a really flattering outfit. 'Oh my god, I’m good.’ She said smiling proudly. 'Ya, ya. You think Dallas would like it?’ I asked getting slightly self conscious. 'Listen Y/n, I’ve heard of Dallas Winston. He’s a player, he is known for using girls. I know i was really positive at the drive in but I think you should rethink your answer.’ She said looking at me seriously. 'I’ll be fine Cherri I’m a big girl, you never know, I could be the only one to change Dallas Winston.’ I laughed trying to lighten the mood. 'Ya.’ She said sounding unsure. *skip to date* 'Aye, doll didn’t think you’d actually show.’ Dallas smirked leaning against a lamppost. 'I promised I would show, and I don’t take back my promises.’ I mirrored his smirk as he looked taken back. 'Wow, how do you do it?’ He asked feigning awe and curiosity. 'What?’ I asked. 'It’s just, how do you always act this classy?’ He asked genuinely shocked. Laughing at him I shrugged and made my way towards the doors of the Dingo. 'I’m going to change that ya know? How innocent you are, imma change that.’ He said matter of factly smiling at me. 'You can try.’ We walked into the Dingo, Dallas directed me to a table towards the back of the room. 'Look, last night, I know I was a bit outta line. I was kinda hoping tonight we can ya know start new maybe?’ He sweetly smiled at me. 'Dallas, this isn’t who you are. You are loud and obnoxious and completely arrogant at times, but I know there is more to you. I agreed to tonight because I wanted to get to know all of you.’ I smiled up at him watching his face turn to pure shock.

*Dallas’ p.o.v* She is just making this plan harder and harder to go through with. God, I’m not going soft for broad am I? I can’t call this off I gotta go through with it. I’m Dallas fucking Winston i don’t care about anybody but myself. 'Where you from?’ Her question pulled me back to reality. Looking into her big green eyes I don’t think going a little soft for her right now is a bad thing. I mean nobody is back here. 'I’m from New York. Why you askin doll?’ 'You have a different accent then the other guys.’ She said smilin her bright smile that almost made me weak at the knees. Almost. 'Well enough about me, what about you, you from here.’ 'Born and raised.’ She gave me toothy grin while popping a cry into her mouth. We finished our food a while ago we are just talkin now, munchin on the left over fries. 'What’s it like?’ I asked abruptly. God could I get any more nosey. I guess no goin back now man. 'What?’ She asked with a cute confused face. 'Being you, being a soc. What’s it like bein a west side doll.’ She seemed to lose her smile at the question, and man did I miss it. 'Listen, it’s not as great as you guys think it is. Sure we got money but that all we’ve got. No one cares about you, they care about your bank account. You have an entire gang right? Well I have one close friend Cherri Valence, that’s it, because we think the same. We know that money doesn’t define a person. I’d rather have noting but ripped clothes on my back and bare feet with friends like family to me then have what I got now. Everyone thinks just cause you have money, you can afford certain things you are happy.’ She huffed out the last part leaning back in her seat. Wow. I wasn’t expecting that. 'I’m sorry, I guess we aren’t that different after all huh doll?’ 'No guess not.’ She lightly giggled. 'Cmon let’s agitate the gravel. I’ll walk you home.’ I said before I could fully think about the words comin out my mouth. 'Sure let’s go.’ Walkin back to her place i can’t help but notice how the sky is turnin a real dark, cloudy color. Looks like it’s gon- 'Glory, we are gettin all wet!’ 'My house isn’t that far away run!’ She laughed darting to a huge house near the side of the street. Running after her I couldn’t help but laugh along with her contagious laugh. We got to her house and she opened the door quickly pulling me in. 'My parents aren’t home for the week and my brother is at Bobs for three nights so I’m here alone.’ She informed me breathing out. 'Oh god you are all wet, wanna take a shower here and I can give you some of my brothers clothes to wear. You don’t have to if you don’t feel comfortable, I mean I don’t wan-’ she rambled before I cut her off, 'That sounds like a great idea doll. And since your folks aren’t home maybe we can watch some movies later?’ I asked slightly hoping she would agree. 'Ok. I’ll show you to my bathroom.’ Walking upstairs she showed me to her room and her shower. 'There should be a clean towel in there. I’ll be out here if ya need anything.’ She said smiling going to sit on her bed, which might I add was huge man like her room. 'Ok thanks doll.’ I replied entering the bathroom and closing the door behind me. Jesus this was nice.

*Y/n p.o.v* A male, an attractive male specimen is showering, nakedly, in my bathroom. I placed the clothes for Dallas on the edge of my bed not wanting to enter the bathroom while he was in there…nakedly. I hear the water turn off and soon prepare myself for what is to walk out of that door. Dallas walked out of the door with the towel placed around his waist and water droplets on his skin. He looks gorgeous. 'Stop starin doll, a picture would last longer.’ He smirked at me. 'Don’t flatter yourself Dall.’ I smirked back at him. 'Come on, doll I can’t be the only one starring at the other here.’ 'Just go get dressed hot stuff.’ I threw the clothes at him. 'Ok, ok, darlin.’ He sent a knee wobbling smirk my way. We were half way through our fifth movie when my eyes started to get heavy. 'Doll, I think I should head back.’ Dally whispered to me. 'No, stay here with me. Please?’ I mumbled quietly closing my eyes and resting my head on Dally’s shoulder. 'Are you sure doll?’ He asked unsure. 'Mhm.’ I mumbled back cuddling closer to his warm body. 'Ok doll then let me take you to your bed I’ll stay down here.’ 'No. Stay with me.’

*Dallas’ p.o.v* I picked up her tiny frame taking her up to her room. I know I know man I’m startin to look soft, but it’s not like anyone’s here. I’m only doing this for her fall for me even more so it hurts her more when I leave her. God I don’t wanna hurt her. But it has to be done. I placed her in her bed pulling up the covers to her face watching her nuzzle into them. 'Dally don’t leave.’ She sounded so small and desperate, almost like she’s been left before. 'I’m not doll, I’m not.’ I whispered kissing the her forehead and getting into the other side of the bed. 'Promise?’ 'I promise baby.’ I lied.

[whumpasaurus101]

Training

Next piece more than a month later? Psh, nooooo…… shush. XD Better late than never though! Eh?

CW: Speaking of needles- not in tooo much detail / injection in a bit of detail hehe / drugging / cursing… as usual XD

Previous / Masterlist

Asher gulped once Rodger left. His heart picked up and he rolled his shoulder -a tic he had gained not long ago when he got nervous- and cleared his throat. Antonio chuckled, “I missed you Danny.”

“That's not my name,” Asher gritted through a tightly clenched jaw. Antonio chuckled, turning to him with folded arms, “Well, you seemed to have grown a tongue since I have last seen you, haven't ya?!”

Asher grinded his teeth, clenching and unclenching his jaw. This seemed to amuse Anotonio even more, he leant in close and whispered right into Asher’s ear, placing his hands onto Asher’s shoulders and squeezing them tight, “Why all this anger, hm? Why do you keep it bottled up? Why do you feel all these emotions when you’ve had it so easy!”

Asher huffed through his nose, trying to relax himself. “I mean, you were Aiden’s favourite. He handed everything to you. He even offered you your freedom and you-” Asher let out a growl, spun around and threw a punch at Antonio. His wrist was quickly grabbed and he was shoved against the wall.

“Now, now, now, Ashy, let's not go down this road.” Asher let out a yell of anger, “Let go of me!!!”

“I have a challenge for you, I need you to try and not lose your shit and get me off of you.” Asher let out a growl, thrashing in Antonio’s grip.

“Take some deep breaths and-”

“-SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

The gym fell silent, scared broken pets cringed and trainers grinned, oh, he was dead. Antonio immediately let go of Asher who spun back around, back pressed flat against the wall. He forced a smirk though, “What? Scared now? I-”

He was quickly cut off as Antonio’s fist drove into his cheek, knocking his face to the side. Asher collapsed to the ground, clutching his face in agony. Blood ran down from Asher’s nose, spreading all across his face and hand. Asher gasped.

He wasn't given a break as Antonio advanced towards him again. He shoved Asher fully on the ground and straddled his hips. One punch was sent, two punches. “Get off you fucker!!!!” Asher yelled, holding up his hands in an attempt to block the assaults. Antonio grabbed his wrists, pinning them above him and with his free hand tightly squeezing against his throat.

Asher let out a raspy wheeze as his airways were cut off, “G-eff, ‘ff.” Antonio chuckled, “I'm sorry, I can't quite hear you!” He squeezed tighter, “Speak up!” Asher struggled in Antonio’s grip, face turning purple, “ ‘lease!” Asher’s feet kicked violently as he could feel his heartbeat in his head.

“Come on Asher! Defence, c’mon. I'm your opponent, you have to get me off." Then it hit Asher, this was part of his test. He closed his eyes and thought of all the possibilities he had. Asher quickly dug his knee into Antonio’s side, expecting the man to get off of him. But all he heard was a chuckle.

“Good thinking, but come on! More power!” Asher let out a growl and shot up his knee once more. Antonio’s grip loosened and Asher yanked his hands back, his elbows colliding with Antonio’s head. Antonio fell backwards and Asher scrambled to his feet and this time he straddled Antonio’s hips. He landed blow after blow, feeling Antonio’s face move as his fist plummeted with Antonio’s face. He landed blow after blow, not caring about the blood coating his fists.

“Alright! S-stop mutt!” Antonio ordered. Asher ignored him. “Pedro! -fuck Pedro, get him the fuck off of me!” Pedro quickly rushed over and began trying to tear Asher off of Antonio. Two trainers came over and grabbed hold of Asher’s shoulders, dragging him backwards. Asher fought against his grip, “Let go off me you fuckers!!!” Antonio stood up and straightened out his clothes, gently brushing off the dust. He wiped the blood from his nose, “Pedro, get me the syringe.” Pedro nodded and ran out, soon returning with a syringe in his hand. The syringe was filled with some sort of clear liquid. This only made Asher struggle more, “Get that thing away from me or I swear I’ll rip your fucking head off!” Antonio chuckled, “Please, try to relax, it will only be a pinch!” Asher growled at how calm Antonio’s voice was, “Just a pinch, my ass!” Antonio chuckled, “Hm, I’ll pass on pinching your ass, mutt. Pedro, go ahead.” Asher fought more and more, “Listen! Just- just get away from me with that thing for a second!”

“Asher, darling, relax. You don't even know what it does!” Asher went to lunge at Antonio but the guards held him back, “No, but I know you! There's going to be some fucked up shit in that!”

Antonio chortled, “Mhmm, wise, very wise. Boys, come on, hold him still.”One of the guards roughly grabbed the back of Asher’s neck, making him tense up and go still, breathing uneasy. Pedro quickly stuck the syringe into Asher’s neck and gently pressed down on the plunger. Asher let out a cry as he felt the liquid travel through his veins.

Asher started to thrash until his body was suddenly starting to feel numb. He went to protest but as he went to step forward, his body sagged in the guards’ grip. Antonio stepped forward, Asher could just hear the smirk on his face which he couldn't see after his neck numbed and forced Asher to look down at the ground.

“Looks like you were wise in not trusting me, buddy.” He ruffled Asher’s hair, “This is a paralyzer, it won't last much longer but it will keep you quiet while I tell you about the rules. First of all, you need to drop that language. Rodger told me all about your cursing. But remember Danny boy, I have seen you broken. I have seen you begging on your knees in front of me.”

Asher was blinded by the anger that shot through him. He couldn't do anything. He couldn't punch him, couldn't clench his jaw, or ball his fists. He tried to growl but he couldn't. Antonio chuckled at his failed attempts, “Second of all, you will never attack me like that again. You only do so to your opponent or anyone I command you to attack. There will be punishments if you lose your match.”

Asher’s stomach churned, there he was hoping he could just not even try and make Rodger mad, but looks like that won’t be happening.

“Now, you have five more minutes left, and that should be worn off by then. Until then, sit tight.” The two other trainers dropped him to the ground and Asher fell to the ground instantly, not able to protect himself.

Antonio sat down beside him, “You know, I prefer you like this, it's a lot more… peaceful. No rage, no temper tantrums!” Asher managed to open his mouth but no words came. Antonio chortled, “You see, it's starting to wear away. Such a pity.”

After Asher could start to move his fingers, he eventually was able to sit up. When he spoke his voice was hoarse, “N’ver again.” Antonio looked at him, “What was that mutt?” Asher heaved in a breath, “Don't give me th’t again.” Antonio let out a laugh, “Are you ordering me? Anyway, it seemed to have controlled your anger! Now, we have half an hour left, let's get into proper training. Up.”

Asher rolled his eyes but quickly obeyed, holding on the wall to steady himself as his legs eventually got feeling back. They walked over to the punching bags. “Alright, pretend this is your opponent, go.” Asher pictured Rodger stupid face on that punching bag.

It went on for a while until Asher was awoken from his trance as finger clicked in front of him, “Hey! You still with me?” Asher looked back at Antonio with a confused look. “Ugh, I swear to god, you are getting on my nerves! That's the third time today!” Asher muttered an apology and went back to the punching bag.

“Jesus christ, your form is just terrible! Punch with a straight arm and punch like you mean it!” Asher was trying, he really was, but it was so hard. His body was still half numb from the paralyzer. But not his brain. Oh no no no, his brain felt like it was running on a treadmill at full speed.

He stopped punching and gave Antonio a tired look, “How much longer?” Antonio sighed and checked his watch, “Five minutes.” He looked Asher up and down and smiled, but this time, it was a nice smile, “C’mon, let’s get you a drink.”

He guided Asher over to a bench, “Stay here, I’ll be back in a second. Pedro, make sure no funny business happens, alright?” Pedro nodded and walked beside Asher, standing right by his side. They stayed there in silence until Antonio came back, paper cup in his hand, “Here ya go!”

Asher blinked multiple times and went to reach out for the cup but felt his mind get distant. He felt his eyes blur but somehow it felt… normal. His eyes focused on the wall to Antonio’s right. Antonio shoved the cup into Asher’s hand and clicked in front of Asher’s face again, making him suddenly drop his cup. He watched as the contents from the cup spilled everywhere.

His head shot up to Antonio, “I- I'm sorry!” Antonio shook his head and sighed, “Fucking hell, what’s wrong with you?! You got adhd or somethin’?!!?!” Asher gave him a confused look. “Ugh, never mind, I’ll talk to Rodger about it later. Pedro, clean up this mess! Asher, cmon, let’s get another cup.”

Asher’s heart suddenly lifted, “Th-thank you!!”

Five minutes later Rodger came back, “Antonio? What the fuck happened to you?!” Antonio chuckled, “It's alright, we all got it sorted, isn't that right, Asher?” Asher quickly nodded, making Rodger chuckle, “Wow, I haven't seen him be so quiet since… ever!” Antonio chortled and patted Asher’s back, pushing him forwards, “I’ll see him again on friday, we have a lot of work to do. Oh, and also, I’ll email his new diet, we need to get muscles on that boy! And lastly, I need to have a chat with you about something, but that can wait until Friday.”

Asher was tied to the front seat of the car and Rodger drove in silence for a while. Asher found himself nodding off and eventually let his eyes close and let his mind relax. Rodger resisted the urge to punch him and wake him with a fright. Asher looked too cute to wake up. No, not cute, relaxed…

The car pulled up outside of the house and Rodger sighed, looking at Asher once more. He quietly got out of the car and lifted Asher, carrying him inside and gently laying him down on his mattress. Rodger placed a blanket over the boy and smiled to himself, so peaceful. He slowly leaned down, swiping a strand of Asher’s hair away from his face and placed a kiss ever so lightly on his forehead, “Sleep tight my darling.”

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