#everything about this makes me want to go lay in a ditch (loving) and oh my god

[girliism]

having art and patrick as your boy best friends.

you met them in kindergarten. the three of you sat at the same table with another boy. said other boy was writing bad words on your drawing when art and patrick sprayed glue all over him.

they had to sit out of recess watching the other kids play. you brought them both flowers as a thank you and ever since then the three of you were inseparable.

so inseparable that when third grade came around and patrick saw that the three of you weren’t in the same class he brought his parents up to the school and demanded that you all be in the same class every year. middle and high school were no different.

you loved them but hated the gross tendencies they came with. “you have to sit in between us so we don’t fight over who sits next to you.” art says. but you hate sitting in between them cause it ended up with you getting caught in their burping matches. “you guys are so gross.”

but art and patrick really did care for you. so much so that at 11 when you got your first period and ignored them for a week they made it their duty to learn all about menstruation.

you were at lunch eating with your girl friends when art places a drink in front of you. “it’s a green smoothie full of iron rich vegetables so you can replenish after losesing so much blood. my mom made it.” the blonde smiles at you very proud of himself but your faces heats up in embarrassment. “also you can get pregnant now so like don’t do that.” patrick adds quite loudly and everyone is looking at you and your other friends are snickering at the interaction. you wanted to die.

watching art and patrick go though growth spurts was actually terrifying. and not to mention they ate everything. “can we get five home style burger plates two for us and one for her. with oreo milkshakes. oh and apple pie” patrick orders. you watch as the both of them clear their plates with ease now deciding if you all should go for ice cream.

it was the summer before freshman year and you had spent most of it with your grandparents but you made in back in time for the zweig end of summer party. “guys! did you miss me” you pull them in for a hug before you walk ahead of them into the zweig house. the two of the watch you with confusion. when did you become a girl?

art and patrick never really saw you as “girlish” the way they saw other girls as girlish cause they’ve known you for so long. but something changed when you were at your grandparents house. you changed.

“dude you see that right.” patrick says. him and art watch you in the pool talking to your other friends. “she has boobs.” art groans at his friends perverted observation. “can you like not stare at her chest. that’s weird.” “what, all i’m saying is that she has boobs now guys like boobs. boobs and guys are no good match. horny assholes will try to get with her all year.” “can you stop saying boobs” art whispers “they’ll break her heart and get her pregnant. we have to protect her.” patrick says sternly.

the first two years of high school boys avoided you like the plague.

“do you guys think i’m ugly?” you blurt out one night the three of you laying on your bed watching juno. both of them sputter out a slue of what’s and why would you think that. “it’s just no one’s asked me to the formal. i’m literally the only person i know who doesn’t have a date.”

patrick looks at you before shrugging. “you can come with us duh. me and art will be your date we can make it a group thing.” art nods in agreement. this makes you feel worse. “i don’t want to be your guys pity date. plus your girlfriends hate me.” art sits up turning to you. “it’s not a pity date. formals are supposed to be about having fun with you friends. and our girlfriends don’t hate you.” oh but they totally did.

you end up going to formal with art, patrick and their girlfriends and have a surprisingly good time. the night is ending and patrick’s ditch the two of you so you and art sit on the empty football field just the two of you.

“so where’s your girlfriend?” you ask. “making out with the quarterback under the bleachers.” art sighs out looking up at the sky. you wince. “sorry” art mumbles out a whatever picking at the trimmed grass.

“her loss right.” you bump your shoulder with his. art scoffs “yeah, now at least she’ll have someone to grope her.” “wait wait is big shot tennis man too scared to grope his girlfriend.” art shoves you. “shut up ok, guys get nervous too.” humming you say. “if a guy so much as wanted to kiss me i’d just do it.” eyes looking up.

arts head snaps towards you. “have you never been kissed before?” you shake your head no. “but we’re almost juniors, how have you never been kissed?” “maybe because you and pat intimidate any guy that’s has interest in me. which is really fucking annoying by the way.” you huff. “sorry about that, pat just doesn’t want you to end up on teen mom.”

the two of you sit in silence for a while. “i could kiss you.” art says. you look over to him heart beat picking up. art is a good looking guy obviously, but he was your best friend. “wouldn’t that be weird?” you bite your lip out of nervousness. “doesn’t have to be.”

you get your first kiss that night. on the football field under the night sky. it was nice, art’s lips felt nice. moving slowly against yours his hand tenderly holding your cheek. you both break away from the kiss to breathe. “thanks” you whisper.

you guys never talk about what happened that night. not to patrick and not to each other. the same way you don’t talk about the kiss you and patrick share in his treehouse at his family’s goodbye summer party before junior year.

part two

[frenziedfireworks]

Sick

The HL boys reacting to their partner being sick!

(Garreth, Ominis, Sebastian)

masterlist

Garreth :

Garreth will make you as many potions as possible to help reduce symptoms/attempt to get you better. If you’re skeptical of them then he will try and find other ways!!

He asks Natty to help with soup or small things to keep you entertained while in bed. Books, little puzzles he creates, and stuffed animals.

“Babe you look terrible. I’m here to share my beauty.” (smack him)

He won’t mind cuddling and entertaining you with stories while you rest as well <3

You had stayed in bed for most of the day, hoping for the stupid cold you caught to go away. Much to your dismay, it did not. In fact, it only got worse. Your nose was stuffy and it felt like there were cats clawing at your throat at every swallow. 

“Babe? Are you good?” You heard a knock on your door and you jumped.

“Garreth?” You questioned as you waved the door open. He stood there grinning until he saw you.

“Oh no. Are you sick?” He ran over, putting his hand against your forehead to check for a fever. His eyes widened.

“You have a terrible fever. I can help with it. Let me make you a few potions and I’ll be back.” 

It wasn’t long before Garreth was back and setting a few vials on the bedside table.

“Here, drink this doll.” He put the liquid up to your lips and you drank. It helped almost instantly with your sore throat and you moaned.

“Feels a bit better huh? Got one more for you.” Garreth grinned at your bliss and fed you another strange potion. Almost instantly your sinuses cleared and you felt sleepy.

“This is so good. Thanks babe.” You murmured. The ginger just smiled and left a loving kiss on your head before getting up.

“Anytime baby. Get some rest and I’ll come check up on you later.”

Ominis :

He’s worried at first and then realizes you’ve just caught a cold. 

He makes sure to give you your space and makes you tea. He also goes out of his way to get medicines or herbs that will help!

“Here you are dear. Just rest.” As he places a blanket on you and pats you. Wholesome king.

Sebastian and Ominis were seated in the halls talking when an owl dropped a quick note. Ominis opened it quickly and used his wand to help him decipher the words. His eyebrows pinched together and he sighed.

“What’s wrong?” Sebastian asked and the boy shook his head.

“Y/N is sick and in the hospital wing. I am going to go check on them.” Ominis told his friend and he nodded.

“Tell Y/N I hope they feel better. I’ll see you later.” Sebastian went on his way as Ominis strolled down the halls. Eventually the hospital’s door opened and your eyes slowly moved to see him.

“Omi.” You groaned from your bed and he followed your voice. His hand reached out and you took it in yours.

“Darling are you alright? Are they helping you?” Ominis asked with worry. 

“Don’t worry Ominis. They gave me some medicine and it’s helped to stop most of the symptoms for now. I shouldn’t be this sick for long. I just wanted to make sure you knew I wasn’t ditching you.” You breathed out and he nodded along. He gave your hand a quick squeeze and pulled the covers over you a bit more.

“Thank you for telling me. Just rest up and you’ll be better in no time, love.” 

Sebastian :

He worries too much.. a little too much. 

“Oh my god how did I not notice. Don’t worry I won’t let you die.” “Sebastian, it's a cold.” “You never know babe.”

He’s surprisingly good at keeping track of medicine and helping you to eat. He does anything and everything so you don’t move a muscle.

He does not care about getting sick himself and will lay with you all day if you’d let him. He wants to make sure you’re okay and taken care of at all times.

You had come down with a bad cold and not gone down for breakfast. You knew your boyfriend would already be scouting around looking for why you had ditched them. You let out a cough as you heard the door to your dorm open.

“Sebastian? How did you get in here?” You croaked as the boy ran over to your bedside.

“Merlin’s beard! Y/N you’re sick!” Sebastian breathed out and looked around. “Don’t worry baby I won’t let you die. Not on my watch.” The boy went around the room fetching tissues and some medicine thrown around. Your heart fluttered at the care and he sat down next to you. 

“It’s just a cold Sebastian.” 

“Yes and next it could be pneumonia or something! Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to nurse you back to health.” He grimaced as he read at the cold medicines instructions. You decided not to say anything, knowing that he was worrying so much because of his past with Anne. It couldn’t hurt to let the boy fawn over you anyways.

“Okay Doctor Sallow.” You teased and then turned to cough again. You hated when you got like this.

“Oh shush. Take this. I’m going to get you some water.” Sebastian paced the room and grabbed at the jug while you swallowed the terrible tasting concoction. He handed you the glass and you drank away, feeling the burning in your throat quell for only a second. Your bed sheets moved and Sebastian laid right beside you.

“Would you like to cuddle?” He whispered and your body relaxed.

“You’ll get sick, Seb.” 

“Nonsense. Come here darling.” Sebastian yanked at your form and laid your head on his chest, fingers rubbing away at your scalp.

“Get some rest. I can’t have my baby being sick.” His lips left a delicate kiss on your temple as you closed your eyes. You were so glad to have him. Even if he was a little over the top.

[hockybish]

will mas talk to luke soon about them getting back together ?

I Can't Do It Like This Anymore

l the cute photographer au l luke x maisie l masterlist l

This girl had really been laying on the charm with Luke at the concert. She was trying to get him to come back to her hotel room with her, but he didn't want to.

"You know my hotel isn't to far from here. Whatdaya say we ditch and and go back?" The girl -Mallory as Luke had learned- flashed him a glimpse of her smile and a hotel key.

"Oh no thank you. I'm can't. I'm here with my brothers and friends. And you know it's kind of rude to um leave them?" Luke started off strong in his attempt to get Mallory to leave him alone.

He looked around at the group he had been with hoping one of them would come over and save him from this interaction, but no one was coming.

He felt Mallory slip the key card into the pocket of his pants and lightly pat the area. Letting him know he can have it, just in case her door is always open.

"I said no. I'm taken." Luke tried giving the key back, but she was already gone by the time he had gotten it out of his pocket.

Sighing he shoved it back into his pocket instead of throwing it away, an action he might regret later, and returned to enjoying the rest of the concert. But he couldn't, he couldn't get the interaction with Mallory out of his head.

During Fire Away, he walked out without saying anything. There were still so many people walking around, but Luke managed to find a quiet corner. He dialed the number of the person on his Lock Screen, the only person for him.

Maisie flopped on the couch, Roger the cat was making his way over to sit on her chest. It was the end of the day for her she was ready to climb into some comfy pajamas and continue her rewatch of grey's anatomy.

That was going to have to wait when her phone rang. She sat up and scrambled to answer before it went to voicemail.

"Hey Lukey! How's the concert? Wait you're still at the concert aren't you? Why are you calling? Is something wrong with you or Jack or Quinn? Or?" Maisie's happiness at the fact he called quickly turned into worry that something was happening and she wasn't there.

"Everything's fine Maize. I just miss you, that's all." Luke sighed. He slid down the wall he had been leaning against. There was another purpose to this call, but he'd get to that later. "How was your day?"

"My day" She paused for a second "was a day. Spent most of it with your mom trying to get her to like me and I just got back to the house when you called. And aside from talking to you, I'm heating up dinner." She grabbed the left overs from the fridge to heat up.

"What are you having?" Luke asked to keep her talking, building up his own courage to ask her something else.

"Fried rice from that one restaurant we like in town. I have a tiny bit leftover from when I got take out the other night."

"Is that it? You should really have more than that. I think there's some dino nuggies left in the freezer, eat those too, and a banana."

Maisie appreciated Luke taking care of her by reminding her of what she should be doing. Sometimes she forgot.

"What song is he singing now?" She could still hear the music in the background. Luke held the phone back to he identify it.

"Broken Halos"

"Oh I like that one! You're missing it, I should let you go, so you can listen." He knew that but he didn't care. He'd rather talk with her. He'd rather be with her than that Mallory chick.

"Luke? Are you okay?"

"No" He whispered

"What's wrong?" Maisie became alarm, and was ready to message Jack or Quinn while still talking with him.

"It's nothing bad. Please don't freak, but I can't do it like this anymore Maisie. I want us to be us again. Because I love you. I love you so much it hurts. I know, I know I promised I said I would wait for you for forever long it took you to be okay with us again. But I can't. I want you. I want to love you now."

"Luke .." Maisie knew this was going to be coming soon. She was going to have this talk as soon as he got back to Michigan. She believe's she is ready again.

"I got hit on tonight. Well I get hit on all the time, but it was different this time Maize. She openly told me she wanted to sleep with me and gave me her room key. I tried to give it back, but she was all like just in case and walked away. I didn't want to and I couldn't stop thinking about you and those nights when you snuck into my room at the house. And you're the only one I want"

Luke laid it all out on the line, hoping, wishing, praying that she would say what he had been dreaming she would.

"Are you done? I was hoping to have this talk in person, not over the phone." Luke's began to race, this was it. "I want us again too. I think I'm ready. If we go slow. Because I love you too. And I'm becoming too emotionally attached again for us just to be friends again."

"Really?" The biggest smile etched on Luke's face. He needed someone to pinch him, just to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

"Really Lukey"

"God I love you Maisie. But I gotta go now. Concert's over. I'll talk to you later, mkay?" The couple bid their adieus. Luke already had plans to look at rearranging his flight plans, but right now he needed to find his brothers.

"What's got you smiling?" Quinn cocked an eyebrow when Luke returned.

"Oh nothing." Luke tried but failed at hiding his smile which the guys teased him about on the ride home.

[dreamlandiasims]

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Frankie: Hello Lori, this is your daughter, calling you for the 50th time. Hope you’re doing well, because I certainly am not. If by any chance you did just hit the road without me… could you at least give me a call back? I swear I wouldn’t even be mad if you ditched me. I just want to know whether I can leave this place and never look back, or if I have to stick around to save your helpless ass from whatever situation you’ve gotten stuck in this time. Okay, well, call me back when you get this. Bye. … Love you.

Erwin: “When I die and they lay me to rest, gonna go to the place that’s the best” [humming “Spirit in the Sky”]

Frankie: Erwin! What the hell is wrong with this place??

Erwin: Oh, so now you’re interested in what I have to say. And you do know my name…

Frankie: Yeah, yeah, whatever. Look, my mom is missing. She went to that creepy ass lab, never came back, and now no one will tell me where she is. And on top of that, they replaced the bartender at the bar!

Erwin: They did what?

Frankie: They replaced the bar—you know what, never mind. That’s not important.

Erwin: So you think your mom is at BioSim Tech?

Frankie: Well… yeah, I don’t know. I feel like I sound crazy, but I don’t know where else she could be.

Erwin: You don’t sound crazy. Come on, I can tell you everything I know. But not here.

…

Erwin: Please, make yourself comfortable.

Frankie: This is, um, wow. Quite the setup.

Erwin: Thanks!

Frankie: Now tell me about this lab.

Erwin: I would be honored. But, in order to do so, you’ll need to understand a bit about this town’s past.

Frankie: I don’t need a history lesson.

Erwin: No no, trust me, it’ll be worth it. Now… where to begin…

[squeakadeeks]

Hi Squeak! Do you have any tips/advice when sewing the collars for costumes? I’m making a jacket that has a collar similar to the one you made for stardust cookie, but I’m a little intimidated haha ;0;

oh heavens, to be honest collars are my least favorite thing to sew! So the collar on stardust is sort of a modified standup collar, one big thing to keep in mind is that if you want a collar like that to pop, you will likely need interfacing (especially if its very large or youre using a soft fabric). I used a medium weight iron-on interfacing for that collar.

outside of the structure, one thing that took me awhile to learn if you are drafting the pattern from scratch is that collars like that need to curve, you dont want a straight band...but you also dont want a full cone either, lest you end up with a veterinary cone look. For something that stands up, a shape like this works well. For cartoon effects I often give the edges more pronounced in a ""dracula"" sort of fashion.

Something important about collars is doing them in the right order too, which can depend on if your garment is lined or not. For stardust the cape was unlined, so I assembled the collar completely, interfacing and right sides sewn together with the bottom left open. since collars have a lot of points and curves, trimming the corners and excess fabric is pretty important. I love pinking shears for this.

the biggest issue with collars is neatness. I can struggle with fit and not getting things to pucker/bubble, but in theory so long as everything was measured before putting it in, all that would entail is maybe taking multiple passes at attaching the collar until things lay smooth/pinning the bajesus out of it. Usually with a collar, what I do is assemble both right sides/fashion layers/outside layers together first (so the inside layer of the collar is still loose at this point). and then fold the back layer over by pressing with an iron (you can even use hair straighteners for this sometimes! I do that for really small, awkward folds), and go back over the seam with a stitch in the ditch to catch the bottom layer and tack it down.

[stylexrepp]

Stolitz // The Next Full Moon -

(I did not proof read so if you see any grammatical errors… you didn’t)

*After Stolas had given Blitzø the Asmodean Crystal, Blitzø had shouted at stolas for being a selfish entitled rich prick, this was his way of still trying to hide his feelings and make Stolas hate him before he could say something he would regret in a time like this. While the berating tookplace, Stolas just stood there and took the backlash. He would rather Blitzø be happy and hate Stolas than have him unhappy.*

———

Stolas sat in his bath filled with his tears and lukewarm water. After their arrangement had ended Stolas had done nothing more than cry, work, and sleep, leaving no time for himself. Only staying awake to wrap his head in paperwork and try his best to keep up with Octavia, making sure she is happy.

*CRASH*

Stolas jumped up from the tub and ran to see what happened, ignoring the fact he is fully exposed and his robe was laid perfectly where he left it out for after his bath.

As he dashed into his bedroom he sees Blitzø tripping into his quarters.

“You STupID AsS bIrD BrAIn!! You tHiNk yOU Can JUst diTcH me lIKe tRAsh!!!” Blitzø slurred

Stolas stood in disbelief, “Blitzø what on earth could you possibly be talking about! You are way to tired to be talking about this right now, please come lay down darling.” As he approached Blitzø he could hear his heart rate increase.

“IM NOT DOING SHIT FOR YOU!!” Blitzø screeched

“Blitzø ple—“

“YOU SHUT YOUR MANGEY BEAK FOR THREE FUCKING SECONDS, AND LISTEN HERE. I AM HERE TO GET MY MONTHLY FUCK AND PISS OFF LIKE USUAL. SO DON’T TRY AND PUSH ME OUT LIKE LAST TIME OKAY!!”

“Push you out! Blitzø I gave you the choice and you walked away, you think I’d ever just use you for pleasure?” Stolas’s bottom eyes began to tear up

“Oh PLEASE you never wanted me for anything more than my dick! Let’s just get this dicking over with, come on!!!” Blitzø started shuffling towards him and placed his hands on Stolas’s hips. Stolas flinched away from the touch. “Fuck ‘s that all about huh?”

“Blitzø do you not remember a month ago when I poured my heart out to you! I gave you my all and I was completely and utterly vulnerable with all my feelings for you. Did you just forget all of that, all that I said when I laid my heart out for you on a silver platter!!” Stolas was basically sobbing at this point. He began to walk back into his bathroom hoping Blitzø would not follow him but Stolas was wrong. Blitzø followed along directly behind him staring as his feathered ass. “Stols come on, I know you want this ‘thick red dick’ so stop it with your innocent prude act. Just get your bird cunt over here!!” Stolas refused to listen and closed the door on him.

“STOLAS YOU CAN TRY TO LOCK ME OUT BUT WE BOTH KNOW ILL FIND A WAY IN” Blitzø shouted from outside the door.

“Blitzø if you are just here to continue our outlandish arrangement I-I won’t have it! Just leave if that’s all you are here for my dear.” Stolas begged at the foot of the door. As his tears fell he started to wheeze as he waited to hear Blitzø’s footsteps walk away.

Blitzø didn’t even think twice before yelling back, “There you go again being a spoiled fucking brat thinking you can tell me what the hell to do. Well, guess what bitch? I'm done being your ‘impish plaything’. From now on, I'm going to treat you like the worthless, empty piece of shit prince that you truly are. You don't deserve my time, or my energy, You are nothing but a sex toy for me to use and discard, just like you did to me. So enjoy your lonely ass existence, because I’m done letting you decide what the fuck I do with my dick!”

Stolas didn’t even respond. He sat there in a pool of his own tears soaking up every word blitzø said. Stolas had always blamed himself for everything no matter what happened. But hearing someone that he truly loved tell him he was to blame put everything into perspective for him.

Stolas walked over to his vanity and looked himself in the eye and all he could see was a monster. All of a sudden full of rage Stolas punched the mirror causing it to shatter, tearing up his hand now covered in black blood and glass shards. As Stolas began to drop to his knees Blitzø busted open the door to see what had happen.

“Stols…”

“P-please Blitzø just leave. There is no need for you to stand here and torment me any longer, I’ve had enough right now. If you wish to continue to batter me you can come back tomorrow but I cannot do it tonight.” Stolas was a shell of himself. He showed no emotion what so ever.

Blitzø made no effort to leave, he just stood there trying to find any kind of expression in Stolas face to be able to make a suitable comeback.

“BLITZØ LEAVE, DO I HAVE TO GET ONE OF MY GUARDS TO ESCORT YOU OUT OR CAN YOUR LEGS DO IT THEMSELVES” blitzø was shocked that Stolas had just raised his voice to a yell for the first time. Usually if he was upset he wouldn’t get too heated but Stolas was at his breaking point.

“Stols I-“ Blitzø didn’t have anything to say. As he looked down at Stolas he realized how much harm he really caused. This whole time he thought everything wrong with this relationship, or whatever you wanted to call it, was because Stolas was a prissy royal when all along Blitzø just refused to let him in and kept pushing him away.

Stolas looked up at Blitzø with the most heartbroken look on his face. Neither of them said anything for a minute. With tears sneaking past his eyes he let out a heavy sigh, Blitzø knelt down beside Stolas, reaching out to gently touch his cheek. Once again Stolas flinched away from his touch.

“I'm sorry, Stolas. I not good at this talking shit and the sappy fucking feelings, but I know it’s not an excuse for the way I’ve treated you" he whispered, his voice filled with remorse. He blinked back his tears and kept all his concentration on NOT fucking up again (like that’s gonna happen). Stolas held his gaze on the floor knowing that if he looked at blitzø he would break down for the hundredth time today.

“Stolas please just look at me, I know you don’t give a rats ass about what I have to say but right now is the only time I will probably ever be this vulnerable.” Blitzø said with sniffles as he couldn’t hold it in anymore. Stolas peered up at Blitzø slightly and winced as he accidentally placed his hand back down in the glass shards.

Blitzø took a deep breath, his eyes locked with Stolas'. "I need you to know this," he began, his voice tinged with vulnerability. "I've spent so long blaming you for everything that went wrong between us. But the truth is, I was scared. Scared of letting you in, scared of being vulnerable, scared of letting you get hurt again, scared of me fucking up everything we created." He paused, his voice wavering slightly. "But, Stolas, I can't keep pretending that I don't need you in my life. You're the one person who sees me for who I really am, and I don’t understand how you like me this much I mean got not even M&M like me enough to talk to me on off days for sevens sake!” (unless I’m stalking them) “I've been pushing you away because I was too afraid to admit it." Blitzø's gaze softened, his walls crumbling with each word. "I love you, Stolas. And I'm sorry for all the pain I've caused your bird brain.”

“Yo-you love me blitzø?” Stolas began to cry yet again being the emotional man he is. Everything was twisting and turning in his head. Any words blitzø had said now were going through one ear and out the other.

Blitzø's heart clenched as he watched Stolas cry, the raw emotion in his eyes tearing at Blitzø's own resolve. "Yes, Stolas, I do, but I can’t promise I’ll ever say those shitty words again" Blitzø replied softly, reaching out to gently wipe away Stolas's tears. "I've been too much of a pussy to admit it but don’t expect anymore more of this mushy bullshit." He took a shaky breath, his own emotions threatening to overwhelm him. "But seeing you like this, it's breaking me too. I can't stand to actually see you hurt because of me."

Stolas sniffled, his tears subsiding slightly as he looked up at Blitzø with a mixture of disbelief and hope. "Blitzø, I... I l love you," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But we can't keep antagonizing each other like this. We have to figure out a way to make this work, or else..." He trailed off, the weight of their uncertain future hanging heavy in the air.

Blitzø nodded, his resolve strengthening as he tightened his grip on Stolas's hand. "I know, pretty bird. And I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make things right between us," he vowed, his voice filled with determination. "We got a long fucking road ahead of us, but I believe we can try this as long and I pull the plug out my ass and man the hell up." With those words, Stolas showed what he could of a smile. His hand had finally healed, not like he didn’t expect that, and went to go grab his robe finally realizing he was butt naked.

“Sorry for my indecency dear, I didn’t expect anyone to smash through my window ever again.” Blitzø took a hold of Stolas’s arm before he could reach his robe. He ripped Stolas back across the room. “Never bothered me pretty bird!” Blitzø smashed his lips onto Stolas’s beak. Blitzo pulled back and sternly looked into Stolas’s bottom eyes, “Also, Don’t you ever fucking try to get rid of me again!!”

[sxrvice]

cater.

lucas lee x (trans) todd ingram

wc: 3k

warnings: i haven't written in almost 2 years PUHLEASE bare wit me, breeding, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, cream pie,

i used the song "Cater" by Tink & 2 Chainz <3 love that song, i also have to give applause to thelovelyruin for giving me the motivation to write this shit - love her choso x yn stuff its great so go check her out

You’ve been on your grind and the way you shine, I’m fallin’ in love.

Lucas and Todd had been messing around with each other for about a month now, behind the scenes of everything. After his job in the movie industry went to hell, Lucas decided to focus on his skate company. Todd, on the other hand, ditched TCAD. He said fuck it to everything, and he was okay with that. The black-haired man spoiled Todd rotten with cologne and jewelry - Anything Todd asked for, he got it. The blond was attached to Lucas and didn’t plan on leaving anytime soon, not because of the money, but because he truly felt like Lucas cared about him. Todd loved him. Was head over heels for that man. Despite that fact… That Todd was harboring a secret from his boyfriend. 

Swallow my pride, no one alive is gonna separate us.

The two were lying on the couch together. Todd was on his back while Lucas was atop him. The blonde played with his noir locks.

“Babe,” Lucas called. Todd looked down.

“What’s up?”

“I.. Have a question.”

“That being?” One of Todd’s brows raised.

“So.. You know how we’ve been together for a month?”

“Yeah…?”

“A-and I’m curious as to why we haven’t fucked yet.”

Todd looked down at Lucas with his eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. He felt his heart begin to pump harder and harder.

‘What the hell do I say?!’ Todd’s breathing got heavier and heavier. 

“I.. I… Get off. Please.” 

Lucas slid off of Todd, looking at the blonde with a concerned face. 

“What’s wrong? Was it something I said?” Lucas’ hand went to Todd’s, to which the vegan pulled away and set it on his lap.

“I - It’s difficult.”

“How difficult? We’ve gone through some things, sure but-”

“I don’t want to talk about it, okay?”

Sit on your lap, I massage your back anytime you had a long day.

Lucas felt awful. Todd had been acting off ever since Lucas asked why they hadn’t gotten intimate in the time they’d spent together. He didn’t want Todd to think his body was the only thing on Lucas’ mind. Swallowing his pride that felt like a brick in his throat, he went into their gigantic shared bedroom. Todd lay there on the bed, back turned to the door. He flipped over slowly as his almond eyes met Lucas’ dark ones.

“Lucas?” 

“It’s me, babe. Look, I-I’m sorry about what I said earlier, okay?”

Todd nodded.

“It’s fine. I know you didn’t mean anything by it”

The blonde looked at him with such a sweet face. 

“Here how about this - I know chicks like it n’ all, but how about a massage? Does that sound nice?”

“Do I have to undress?”

“Well, no, but-”

“Okay then. Sure.”

I’ma kiss your neck, and I’m at my best when I got you standing right here.

The lights were dimmed, and Todd’s shirt was lifted a bit so Lucas could put his big hands to work. The black-haired man kneaded the blonde’s back, taking in every little dip and moe that dotted his tanned skin. His back was soft, like a chick, free from the scruffy hair. Lucas adored that. He loved everything about him. The palms of his hands pushed down and Todd let out a squeak and then a sigh.

“Hit a good spot?” Lucas chuckled.

“Mhm..”

“Good.”

Lucas continued his ministration, pulling out noises from Todd’s mouth constantly. “Feels so good, Luke..” Todd whispered. Lucas grinned.

“I bet it does, your back is so tense.”

“I wonder why…”

It only took a few more moments. Just a few. 

“Luke..” Todd turned his body just enough so that the two could make eye contact.

“Yeah?”

“Kiss me.”

I’ma cater to you. You’re the man of my dreams, I wanna fulfill all your needs, oh yeah.

Lucas had pulled Todd on top of him, setting him on Lucas’ lap. The black-haired man had put his warm hands on Todd’s waist.

“So little..” His hands rubbed up and down. Todd giggled.

“Tickles..!”

“Oh. Sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“Kiss me, Lucas. Kiss me.” Todd’s eyes seemed to sparkle, like stars twinkling in the dark sky. 

Lucas nodded and closed the space between them. Todd’s lips were so plush and soft, comforting, it felt like home. Lucas could feel himself growing in his pants. Their lips moved in harmony - This kiss was fucking unreal. Todd pulled away, looking at him with half-lidded eyes, burning with his undying love. Lucas looked into them, those deep, dark, bottomless pits. He relished in them.

‘God, if I’m dreamin’, don’t fuckin’ wake me up!’ 

Todd closed the space between them this time. It was rough and desperate. The blonde’s fingers went to Lucas’ hair and gripped it. He couldn’t get enough, not yet. Not now. This was all he wanted. Fuck TCAD. Fuck Ramona. Fuck Envy. And most of all, fuck Wallace Wells!

I admire your hustle. Stay in your duffle.

Their tongues fought for dominance. Lucas liked Todd’s struggle. His tongue was smaller than Lucas’, by a lot. But that was okay. He loved how everything on Todd was small despite him being tall. Well, smaller to Lucas. By this point, his dick was rock solid. It was so hard it hurt. Todd felt the familiar ache of arousal. It shot butterflies into his tummy, feeling so good. But so painful. He wanted Lucas. He wanted it bad. Todd snapped back into reality.

“Wait - Wait. I-I’m not sure about this anymore…” Todd whimpered out. 

Lucas stared at him. All that was on his mind was how beautiful Todd looked with his face all flushed and pink, blonde hair all messy and sticking to his face.

“Okay. Talk to me, babe. I’m tired of you bein’ all mysterious and keeping secrets.”

Todd’s heart began to pound. The anxiety rose again.

“I- I.. Lucas I..” Todd looked down. He felt guilty. He felt so shameful.

“Todd.. Whatever it is, I won’t judge you for it. It’s okay.” Lucas’ voice was soothing and he meant every word. Todd nodded, taking a deep breath.

“Okay.. W-well… Well..” His voice wobbled.

Lucas put his hand atop Todd’s. That helped a bit.

“Look.. I feel really bad for keeping this a secret for so long…” Todd began to lift his shirt up. Lucas watched eagerly. Then it came. Todd had these two huge scars under his pecs. Lucas’ head tilted to the side, clear confusion written on his face.

“What? You’ve got two cool ass scars under your pecs? Why would that make me leave you?”

Todd’s face broke into a soft smile, a giggle leaving him.

“No, no you… Luke. I’m trans.” 

“Wait. You’re trans?” Todd’s face shrunk.

“Yyyess…?”

“Cool. It ain’t gonna make me love you any less. So what, you went from a chick to a dude? That’s cool. But, honestly, whatever. You’re mine and mine alone and nothin’ is gonna change that fact.” 

“Oh.”

“You still wanna feel good?”

Todd nodded.

“Are you sure you don’t care about me not being a… Biological guy?”

Lucas peered at him. He smirked.

“Pshh. Whatever.”

I like your skin on the tip of my tongue. Kick it like Air Jordan one’s.

Lucas twiddled with Todd’s nipples, enjoying every moan that jumped from his chest. Lucas leaned down and latched onto one of his pretty pink nubs in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it.

“Oh, oh!” The blonde whined.

Lucas pulled back and began to mark up the blonde's chest, neck, collarbone - You name it. Todd gasped and yelped with every bite. It hurt. But it hurt so good.

“Luke - I…”

Lucas pulled back, beginning to mess with his nipples again by pinching them softly between his fingers. 

“You what?”

“Touch me. There.”

“There?’

‘There, Lucas. There.”

Todd took one of Lucas’ hands, leading it down from his chest, down his tummy, and onto his clothed pussy.

“Please.”

Thought about you this morning, you look at me too long and that make me horny.

With every pump of Lucas’ thick fingers in Todd’s wet cavern, another noise left the blonde. He bit his lip and closed his eyes, laying his head back on Lucas’ shoulder.

“Lord - God, oh my god…” 

“You like that, huh?” Lucas purred into Todd’s ear.

“Yes, yes!”

Lucas pushed his fingers in further, making Todd’s back arch. He scissored his fingers to open Todd’s entrance up further, prepping him nicely. Whining and mewling filled the room, bouncing off the walls. For Lucas, though, the moans were reverberating inside his dome.

He pulled his fingers out and Todd whined, opening his eyes and looking at him.

“Why’d you stop?”

“‘Cause. I wanna eat your pussy.”

The butterflies went through him again.

“No one’s ever done that before… Are you sure?”

The skateboarder pulled the vegan into a kiss. Sweet, genuine kiss.

“Of course I’m sure.” 

With his legs up and over Lucas’ shoulder, Todd admired the man between his thighs with a hazy expression. He felt overwhelmed, but in a way that felt too good to let go of. Lucas, on the other hand, was ogling Todd’s lower half. Everything about it was just so… Mesmerizing. He began to plant soft kisses on Todd’s inner thighs, sometimes leaving a mark for decoration. 

“Don’t tease me, Luke…”

A breathy chuckle left Lucas.

“Why not? That’s the best part about sex, babe.” His hand began to rub his hand on Todd’s outer thigh.

“Ugh…” The blonde’s head fell back.

Lucas chuckled again before continuing to plant kisses.

Until he didn’t.

Lucas’ hot tongue swiped Todd’s sopping cunt, making the vegan yelp and close his thighs around the skateboarder’s head. Lucas found that to be incredibly hot. He then licked Todd’s pussy slowly. Agonizingly slow, but it was a good way to get Todd used to the feeling. His moans were like music to Lucas’ ears, and he craved more. He pulled his mouth away from the vegan’s pussy.

“I need’ja to open up your legs, ‘kay?”

Todd obeyed, his shy gaze meeting Lucas’.

“Good boy.”

Todd’s eyes widened and he felt his pussy throb at Lucas’ praise. He spread his legs further.

“Oh?”

“J-just… Go back down on me.”

“You’re missin’ a word there, sweetie.”

“...Please.”

“There ya go.”

This time, Lucas had wrapped his arms on the underside of Todd’s thick thighs, his hands set on the upper part of the thighs. Now, they were locked in place. Todd was stuck and would have to be at the mercy of Lucas’ tongue. Speaking of - Lucas went to town on the poor guy. He’d suck on his pearl, picking up the pace with his tongue, flicking it. He would tease Todd’s entrance with the tip of his tongue before shoving the hot muscle into the blonde. His taste was better than the finest of wine.

I’ma cater to you.

By this point, the sheets underneath the two were soaked with Todd’s juices. Lucas ripped so many orgasm’s out of the blonde that they both had lost count. 

“Hah - Lucas, please! S’too much - Oh!”

“Ouuu, if this is too much for you I don’t know if you’ll survive this dick, babe.” Lucas snorted at his reply.

“Ha ha, you find - Fffuck!” Todd’s sentence ended abruptly when the two fingers that had been working inside of him pushed up and hit a sensitive spot. One of them - But not the one.

“Oh, for fucks sake, Lucas, please! I want - No, need you! I’ve been good long enough, please?!” That plea was enough to flip a switch in the brute's head. He pulled his fingers out of the vegan, wiping them on the sheets. The clinking of a belt filled the room beside Todd’s panting. 

Off came the shirt. 

Then the pants.

Then the boxers.

And holy fuck was he huge. 

Todd gawked at Lucas’ cock. It had to be like… 9 inches, 10 maybe, all he knew was that the thing was ginormous and had zero hope it was gonna fit in his kitty kat. (Love what I did there, huh?)

“Like what’cha see, huh?” Lucas’ voice had snapped Todd out of his trance.

“I mean y-yeah but.. It’s huge!” 

“Mmm.. But it makes for more pleasure.”

I’m so glad to call this mine. I’d do anything to prove what you mean to me.

Todd hissed in pain when Lucas pushed past his puffy folds and into him. The pain of being stretched was unlike any other pain he’d felt before, and the only way he knew how to try and take his mind off of it was biting his lip and gripping the sheets.

Whimpers escaped the blonde, pitiful whimpers.

“You okay, babe?”

“No - No, it hurts, Luke..”

Lucas pecked Todd’s cheek.

“I know. But, you’re doin’ great. This your first time?”

Todd rolled his eyes and chuckled.

“Funny you ask that now..”

Lucas laughed softly.

“I’m just trying to make a little convo while you get used to me!”

The blonde smiled.

“Thanks. But, no, this isn’t. I… Got a little wild with a fan after a show and well… Yeah.”

“Oh. Eh, it’s not like I haven’t done that either.”

Their conversation soon ended because of Lucas continuing to push into Todd further, which made the man under him shriek. “Burns…!”

“I know, I know.” Lucas attempted to calm down Todd, peppering kiss over his face. “I know, but you’re doing such a good job. But if it hurts too bad, we can sto-”

“No, no! I-I want to do this with you, Lucas.. I’m not used to it is all.”

Todd gazed up at Lucas. His eyes spoke for him. The sincerity in his eyes, the trust - It was all there. Lucas nodded before continuing to push in.

Deeper and deeper until Lucas’ hips met Todd’s.

“You did it, babe. So proud..” He lent down and caputured Todd’s lips with his.

As he pulled back, Todd’s eyes fluttered open to look up at Lucas.

“M’so full Luke…”

“Sure are.” Lucas cackled, which made the blonde giggle a little.

“Let me know when it’s okay to move, ‘kay?”

“‘Kay.”

It only took 3 minutes. 3 minutes before Todd gave his permission to Lucas that he could move. The thrusts were soft and slow, Todd mewled from the sparks of pleasure that shot from his pussy and into his head. Never knew missionary could feel so amazing. 

“Oh, fuck you feel amazing…” Lucas groaned.

Lucas began to gradually speed up, their skin slapping beginning to resound in their room. Todd’s eyes opened and closed, he couldn’t decide to focus on how Lucas looked fucking his pussy or to focus on how good he felt. It was all too much. Lucas set his hand on Todd’s lower abdomen, thrusting in him hard enough to where he could feel the head of his cock poke the palm of his hand. A smirk went across his face as Todd made a surprised yelp.

“Didn’t know I could do that, huh?”

Todd shook his head.

“Ya do now.”

They went from slow and sweet, to rough-in-fuckin’-tuff. Lucas had flipped Todd over minutes prior into doggy and was going ham on him. Todd’s back was arched and he held a pillow with

his face stuffed into it, but even the fluffy pillow could stifle his deafening moans. Tears rolled down his face from the pleasure he felt when Lucas pulled himself out and shoved back in. A loud “SMACK!” went off when Lucas had smacked the hell out of Todd’s fat ass, leaving a red handprint in its wake. A loud groan left the blonde underneath him. Lucas chuckled.

“Oh? You like that?”

Todd nodded into the pillow. Lucas wasn’t having that.

“Nuh-uh. You gotta tell me you like it. Use your words.”

Todd pulled his head up, moans spilling out his mouth before he spoke.

“Y-yeah!”

“You mind if I pull your hair?” He was rough but he still cared.

“No - Ah! - No!”

One of Lucas’ hands went to his pretty blond hair and gripped it, beginning to buck into Todd quicker.

“Fuck, M’gonna cum!” 

That sounded like heaven to Lucas. To have his drop-dead gorgeous boyfriend’s pussy spasm and contract around his dick was true heaven. 

“Cum, cum on my dick, baby.”

Lucas pulled his hand out of Todd’s hair and trailed it hurriedly under Todd’s stomach, reaching his clit and rubbing it quickly which made Todd 

“Cum, y’know you wanna - Cum on my dick, babe!”

And did he cum. 

Todd cried out as he felt the white hot ecstasy shoot throughout his entire body. He babbled Lucas’ name as he came and strangled the sheets while clear liquid fell down his thighs and soaked the bed. Lucas’ continued to thrust, overstimulating Todd - But it was okay. That pain hurt so good.

Lucas felt the knot in his stomach coil as he fucked the blonde, creaky moans leaving him as he looked back at the black-haired man. 

“Shit, shit - Okay, where do you want it babe?” 

Lucas fought back his orgasm by biting his lip and looking away from Todd’s face. It tore him apart to, though, because god did that vegan hottie look hot. His eyes were hazy, face bright red and his hair stuck to his face from sweating. His jaw was slightly agape, drooling onto the bed a little. 

“In… Side..”

“What?”

“Inside!”

“But won’t that-”

“I said inside!”

Lucas chose not to question Todd anymore and locked eyes with Todd again as he felt his balls tighten and cock twitch, spilling his hot cum into Todd’s awaiting pussy. He came with a loud groan, Todd sighing happily as his boyfriend painted his walls white.

Lucas pulled out, and pulled Todd’s ass apart to see the mess they had made.

“Jeez, you’re gonna need a bath.”

Todd chuckled and rolled his eyes.

“You’d better help.”

I’ma cater to you.

After their shared shower and changing the sheets, the two were under the covers in the dark while the TV played some random movie.

“Luke?”

“Hm?”

“Thank you.”

Lucas kissed Todd’s forehead.

“You’re welcome.”

[notafinalgirl]

It All Happened Because of a Stupid Party. Pt2.

masterlist Part 1

AN: I started and posted part 1 so long ago I never followed it up because I thought it was kind of sucky... but I have decided to give it another shot.. big thanks to @dexter99 for reminding me of this story and how much I loved it!!

I don’t know how long we have been kissing just that I don’t want to stop anytime soon. My hands had made it into his hair and my back was up against something pinning me closer to him. I felt his tongue swipe across my bottom lip, and I gladly accepted it deepening the kiss. After a while we broke away to catch our breath. I looked around the room looking at everything but him not wanting to look him in the eye.

 Billy was gone. He probably looking for some other girl to hit on. Before I could back away, he gently grabbed my chin making me look him in the face. I open my mouth, but he stops me. “Thanks for that.” Steve smirks taking his hand off my chin and walking away.

  What the fuck just happened. I kissed Steve… Steve Harrington, my brothers new best friend, and Nancys ex-boyfriend. OH MY GOD Nancy! I have to find Nancy.

I look everywhere for her again. What if she saw it, the kiss?  What if she is mad? “I think they left.” I hear Steves voice say snaping me out of my spiral. “Fuck.” I let slip without meaning to. “Do you need a drive home? I could take you.” He offers. “No.” I say a little to quickly. He flinches stepping back as if the word hurt him. “I just mean I think a little fresh air will be good for me. I don’t live far.” I explain. I step forward trying to close the distance he left. “Plus I don’t think the two of us .. alone... in a car together is a very good idea.” I say turning on my heal and walk away as smoothly as I can heading for the door and down the street to my house before I say or do anything else I might regret.

I finally made it home and tipped toed into my room not wanting to wake up Dustin and having to face him and the millions of questions he would have tonight. Looking in the mirror I relies I still have his jacket on I take it of and lay it on the chair in my room before taking off my ruined shirt throwing it into the corner of my room to be worried about later. I plopped myself down on my bed thinking what the fuck did I just do.

  I woke up to the sound of plates clattering in the kitchen and Dustin yelling about not being able to find something.  lazily getting  up and go into the kitchen I  see mom already sitting in her chair while Dustin is looking, or should I say tearing up the house looking for something. “Dude what the hell are you looking for?” I ask as I go to get a bowl out the cabinet.

 “The Walkman Steve let me Borrow” just like that you freeze. Thinking about what you did last night and then running off like a coward. “I’m supposed to give it back to him this afternoon.”

You turn around and continue to fix your bowl of cereal when your mother chimes in.

“oh honey I’m sure it will turn up soon don’t worry about it”.

  Dustin was already halfway down the hall probable going to tear up his room more than it already was when the phone started to ring. You got up and walked across the kitchen to answer it.

 “Hello”

  “Hey, come meet me at the new mall I need a shopping buddy” said Nancy on the other side.

  “Oh, so you need me now what about when you ditched me last night”.

” I didn’t ditch you I thought you left already after your pouty ass was no longer in the corner Just get dressed and meet me over there pleeeeease”

” Fine” you say defeated. She wouldn’t be inviting me if she saw us, right? If she was mad?

 I look through the crowd looking for Nancy when Dustin asks for some money. “No, you already made me drive you here you can at least bring your own money.”

“I just wanted to get some ice-cream; I didn’t know hangovers made you such a bitch.” He says with an attitude. I open my mouth to call him some chose words back, but a voice interrupts me.

  “Dude don’t be so harsh to your sister, and I’ll give you a free scoop when my break is over promise.”

  I looked back recognizing whose voice it was immediately, the one person I’m trying to avoid, trying to forget. Oh, but how could you forget how soft his lips were or how good it felt when he pulled me closer to him and his hair ah don’t even get me started about his hair. Breaking me out of my daydream was someone tapping on my shoulder.

“There you are now!! Come on the shoes won’t buy themselves.” Nancy says with a giggle.

I turn toward the Ice cream shop that Steve and Dustin are already heading towards no doubt making Steve keep his promise of a free scoop. I faintly hear Dustin defending the comment he made earlier by saying its my fault for drinking when he has been home only a day.

Should I tell her about the kiss... get it all out in the open. Yes. I need to. “umm Nancy can we talk about last night?  

“Look… I’m sorry about leaving, me and Johnathan got into a huge fight about me being drunk and I made him take me home.” She answers.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

“Yes, he called this morning and apologized.” Nancy tells me continuing shopping.

 “So did anything interesting happen at the party while I was gone?” She asks as we walk out the store with bags in hand.  

“Actually...” I start.

“Hello ladies, so good to see the two of you ... you know still all friendly after last night.” Billy Interrupts.  I fell my body freeze in place watching Nancys face turn up half disgust half confused. How does Billy even know who I am much less that me and Nancy are friends. “Wow Billy crazy to see you in here, didn’t know they had a duchbag store nearby.” I Interject hoping to change the subject. Just then I see A red headed girl iv come to know as Max, aka Billys stepsister. That’s got to be how he figured me out. “You know its super crazy to see you here too... I figured you and your boy would be hungover together the way you were … exploring the kitchen together last night.” He quips back with a smirk.

My mouth is so dry I can’t speak. Luckily Nancy is just looking at me so confused. “she didn’t tell you about her and king hair boy?”

As Max starts walking closer “looks like Shithead is finally ready to go home.” He says walking away from the bomb he just dropped.

“Nancy... I can explain.” I plea as she sits now on a near by bench by the fountain.

“You and Steve…” She mutters out.

“Yes, It was only one kiss and it was all because of Billy and ..” I try and defend myself.

“Wow.” Nancy exclaims “look at the time your late to meet up with Dustin.” She quickly gets up.

“Fuck Dustin right now... are you mad at me? I ask

“No, no, no… I don’t think so…. This is just a lot to process. I just need a little time to wrap my head around it.” She quickly answers.

“We should have a sleepover like we used to do in middle school… tomorrow?” she says making her way to the exit.  

Walking into scoops ahoy I immediately notice Dustin and Steve sitting in the corner booth. Steve is wearing his Scoops ahoy hat, no one else could pull off a hat like that and still make it attractive. . NO NO NO you cannot be thinking of him in that way no matter how cute he is or how good of a kisser he is! Not until you talk with Nancy for real.  

I sit next to the boys as Steve notices me and quickly gets up. “Back to work I go.” He mumbles as he walks behind the counter. I can’t help but notice the cute girl behind the counter laughing at a joke he made. I can feel the twinge of jealousness as she hits his shoulder jokingly.   “Are you done drooling over Steve so we can go home now?” Dustin asks

[sunlightandsuffering]

I’m in my Mikasa jealous of floch era. Because she knows he’s nothing more than a jealous, scheming, Eren-stealing bitch who hates her. Floch even makes Eren edits on tiktok. That’s why Mikasa decides to suck Eren off while he’s playing videogames with his friends, floch included. And Eren’s performance is beyond sub-par because he simply can’t play with his hand on her hair and trying not to moan. Floch keeps getting madder and madder. And when Eren finally gives in and floch is rage quitting because of Eren’s horrible play she just pics up the mic and says sweetly “bye bye floch” and he’s floored

YES THIS IS SUCH A GOD TIER ASK ANON I LOVE U FOR IT!!! I’m writing it omg I have to!!! Like ugh omg it’s so mean I adore it! But forgive me this is deeply unedited and contains a lot of run on sentences lol but this is my humble contribution!! 😂😂

Mikasa has always hated Floch, and why wouldn’t she he’s a little rat. Even Eren agrees with her… sometimes.

But unfortunately for her, most of the time her boyfriend shrugs it off, tells her he’s not that bad. Because of course how would he know when Floch is on his best behaviour whenever Eren is nearby, sucking up, showing off, telling Eren how great he is.

So when Eren ditched their afternoon hangout to play video games with Floch, claiming he forgot he’d already committed to the little weasel Mikasa wants revenge.

And what better way to get it than by giving her dearest boyfriend everything he deserves.

“Babe?” Eren questions as she slips into his game room, seating herself on his lap, gentle hands teasing at the collar of his shirt as she quiets him, nuzzling her fave into his neck to let him play. He resumes his game, her front pressed against his own, arms wrapped loosely around her as he plays on his controller and without preamble Mikasa begins a slow east grind into him. Eren grunts slightly at the pressure on his dick, the sweet warmth of her cunt cradling him as she seeks out friction but he continued to play his game, dropping a quick kiss to her temple in acknowledgement.

He rumbles against her chest with every word, shit talking into the mic and Mikasa could be lulled to sleep here so comfortable in his embrace, the pleasure he provides her, his dick slotted perfectly between her thighs.

But as she hears Floch on the other line she knows she can’t allow this today, it needs to be obvious who his number one is.

Halfway through the game Mikasa slinks down from her position. sitting back on her knees on the floor she looks up at eren with big eyes, her fingers toying with the buttons on his pants and he gives her a soft nod at her insistence, her fingers exploring over the length of him.

He nods briefly, “go on pretty girl take what you want”

She grins when she hears Floch question him over the mic and Eren just shakes his head, “It’s Miki, she wants some attention.”

There is an irritated rebuttal and Eren’s lips pucker in response, “I’ll be fine Floch, I’m better at this game than you.”

And Mikasa takes that as her cue to dive in, unbuttoning his pants and slipping him from his boxers where he’s already hard and wanting. Delicately she takes his thick length in her hands, spitting to make the glide easier as she lays her cheek on his knee.

She wants him ruined every time he looks down, good luck competing with this Floch!

She maintains a steady rhythm at first, slow, heavy strokes up and down to date him for a while, the pleasure edging him as he concentrated on his game.

And then, in the thick of things when Eren is cursing over the mic, and she can hear Floch’s demanding curses she closes her mouth over his cock in a sweet reverent kiss.

“Oh Fuck,” Eren whispers, one of his hands leaving the controller to thread through her hair. Floch must pass it off as another curse about the game but Mikasa knows better as Eren’s eyes glass over slightly, his voice gravelly and his hand delicately stroking at her cheek.

He looks down, just a brief glance and the love and approval she finds there spurs her on. She peppers kisses up and down his thick length, hard as steel and soft as velvet in her grip he tastes salty like pre and she wants to taste more, wants him to spill down her throat while he makes those delightful grunts and hoarse groans. She wants Floch to hear him cum, for her, to know irrefutably that he is her man.

Eren’s hand fists harshly in her hair, guiding her down and she swallows him in one go, her throat more than used to the feel of him, choking him down she’s been doing it forever now, since they first started dating. She is finely honed to his pleasure, a privilege Floch will never be allowed no matter how many times she catches him eyeing up her boyfriend’s dick print in the gym or at the pool, he belongs to her.

“Fuck Mikasa,” Eren curses and she can hear Floch demanding over the other line, “Why are you talking about her we’re getting killed out here.”

Eren doesn’t answer, his grip on his controller going slack as she begins to bob her head in earnest, wanting his full attention. She looks up at him through heavy lashes, her nose pressed to his obliques, throat full of him, she knows he loves when she’s like this, would take a picture look at it always if he could.

She pulls off of him, letting his heavy length slide past her lips, tapping against her cheek, her face covered in a sheen of saliva and pre, mouth glossy.

“I’ve gotta go Floch,” Eren starts but she squeezes his leg, shaking her head as she suckles at the head of his cock and eren quirks an eyebrow a wicked smirk overtaking his face.

“Never mind.”

“Good,” she can hear him say, “we don’t need Mikasa distracting you this is an important game, we need to win this, just focus on me.”

“I’ll try,” Eren responds wryly, dropping the controller to the seat next to him as he respawns, focusing wholly on her instead.

“Give it your best Mika,” he whispers to her, gravelly holding a hand over the mic so Floch can’t hear and she takes him down her throat all over again. It’s sloppy and rushed, just like Eren likes, both of his hands now threaded through her hair as he gives into the pleasure, guiding her head as he presses his hips up just a little, just the beginnings of want he wants to do how he wants to fuck her mouth.

She can’t help her noises as she chokes on him, the broken little moans, the tears slipping down her cheeks as he fills her mouth so completely just like he does her cunt, stretching her lips obscenely over his cock.

“Fuck,” Eren curses and she’s goes faster , bobbing her head up and down, desperate for him to cum down het throat, so Floch will know.

“MIKI,” Eren grunts and she can feel his dick spasm, before he shoots rope after rope of sticky white cum down her throat and she swallows every last drop. She pops off of him only let him see, sliding her lips against the top of his cock, coating the plush pink of her mouth in the white sheen of his cum and Eren groans.

“God baby you look so fucking pretty covered in my cum, fucking perfect.”

She sticks her tongue out lewdly, wanting to give him a show, and there is not a trace of white left. Eren takes the opportunity to trace his dick over her lips, making her face even stickier than it already is and Mikasa shuts her eyes and basks in it.

“God Mikasa I fucking love you.”

She beams, hearing Floch on the other end of the line, “Eren what are you— did you just?”

“I have to go Floch, I have to go fuck my girlfriend, she just gave me the greatest blowjob of my life and I think she deserves a little reward.”

He almost hangs up but Mikasa snatches the mic from his hands, bringing it to her lips she sings, “Bye Floch, have a good day!”

She’s won this round and she wins all rounds because that’s her fucking mans.

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the sea around us; pt 2. chapter one

Snowy saw no choice but to run- wondering if Rafe will ever understand that the pogues mean everything to her. JJ gets it though. JJ will always get it.

(jj maybank x f!oc)

(rafe cameron x f!oc)

warnings/tags: violence, drug/alcohol use, smoking, sexual content (if you squint), slowburn, brother’s best friend, (these tags are obv not exhaustive but regardless it’s pretty PG13)

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How our boat didn't flip in that storm is an absolute miracle, the same goes for how we lost the police just outside of the Outer Banks. I wake up completely soaked, laying on the bottom of the boat with a life jacket on. My mouth is so dry it's the only thing I can feel. I slowly sit up, rubbing my head as it starts to pound and I get dizzy. I look around, and we're completely surrounded by water. No land in sight. The sun is just rising again.

"Shit..." I mumble. I must have gotten knocked out, because the last thing I remember is trying to see out into the ocean as police lights flashed behind us, and holding on to JJ for dear life. "JJ?" I ask, hardly able to make a sound. I look around, panicking as I don't immediately see my friend.

"JJ?" I try again, louder this time.

"Right here." I hear him respond from behind me, and I turn to see him digging through the hold. "Are you okay?" He asks.

I sigh a breath of relief and try and stand up. "Yeah, I'm good. You?"

JJ nods as he stands back up. "Yeah, I'm alright. I just woke up too- that was a rough one. I don't understand how we didn't sink." He says as I sit on the bench and he hands me a water bottle.

"I hope John B made it." I say, taking it from him as he sits down next to me.

"On The Phantom? Of course he made it." JJ chuckles, patting my back. "If we can make it on this piece of shit." He jokes and I shake my head.

"This old thing? A 2020 worth about fifty k? Sure- yeah." I laugh before drinking about half the bottle of water.

"Do we know where we are?" I ask, wiping my mouth. I have never been so in love with the taste of water.

"Uh, well, not exactly," JJ says, standing up again and looking around. "But, the good news is, this kook boat has a nav system that tells me..." He says, trailing off as he goes over to the driver's seat and squints at the screen. "We're heading southwest by the looks of it, which means... drum roll, please... Florida!" He grins, turning back to me.

"Oh christ." I sigh, rubbing my forehead. "I hate Florida."

"What? What's wrong with Florida?" JJ laughs, but I can tell he's just bugging me.

Suddenly I gasp as I make a scary realization. "JJ, these kook boats have tracking devices in them. We have to ditch it, like, asap if we don't want to get caught."

"Shit..." JJ mumbles, adjusting his hat. "Okay, well, I'll figure this thing out and get us to shore as far as we can get, we'll ditch it in the keys and jack another boat to get to Mexico." He's always been the plans guy, but this one seemed a little obvious.

I smile and nod. "Sounds like the best option to me." I stand up and take off my life jacket to take off JJ's hoodie which is still completely soaked.

"While we're cruising, should we get the speakers on this baby going?" JJ asks, fiddling with the controls once he gets us moving.

"Do you have a phone?" I reply, laying the hoodie out on the seat to dry in the sun.

"No, but, they do have a series of CDs already loaded up apparently- can I interest you in 'Sarah's chilling out mixtape'?" He says, already putting it on.

I laugh and walk carefully over to where he's steering the boat now, looking down at the navigation system. He looks over and then wraps his arm around my shoulder.

"Wanna play categories?" I smile, looking up at my blonde friend, who nods.

"Sure- category is..." He thinks for a moment. "J names?"

I nod a little bit, thinking it over. "JJ." I start.

"You took mine!" He laughs, shaking me with the arm he has on my shoulder, draping it around my neck now. "Okay fine- Juliette." I roll my eyes as he says this.

"John B." I respond with a slight laugh.

"We're getting really creative with this apparently."

"Hey, you picked the category. Not me."

"Okay fine, let's change it. Let's do... vehicles." He suggests instead.

"I know you only picked that because you think you'll win- but I know more about cars than you think, JJ."

"Hey, I never said you didn't! It's more fun that way." He laughs. "Okay, starting with A, I'll go with... Astin Martin."

"You can't even spell Astin Martin it's so kooky." I laugh.

"I'm not saying I'd ever drive one, I just know it exists. Which, admittedly, feels like I'm pushing it as it is." JJ says and I smile, shaking my head.

"That's definitely pushing it."

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We spend the whole day with JJ driving us in a straight shot toward Florida, and me talking on and on about everything under the sun. It's nice to feel a little normal again, when I'm not thinking about everything that led us up to this situation.

We're almost out of gas and it's completely dark when we see a coastline, and confirm on the nav that it is, in fact, Florida. Just outside of Miami, if we had to guess. We almost make it to shore before the engine cuts because of our lack of gas, so we decide to jump ship and swim the rest of the way. It's not really that far. We stop on the beach to look back at the boat we left floating in the water. I do honestly hope that the Cameron's get it back okay, the police will have noticed it by morning, and they'll be contacted to say it was found. Which also means we have to move fast.

"So, I'm thinking we have to hitchhike to make it to the keys," JJ suggests as he helps me walk off the deserted beach and into the city that sits right on the coast.

"JJ, I'm not hitchhiking anywhere." I shake my head as we walk, with no real destination in mind besides finding somewhere to sleep.

"What do you suggest then- an uber? No way. That's basically putting a beacon right on our heads telling the cops to come pick us up."

"It's so dangerous, we didn't make it this far just to die at the hands of a serial killer with a wife and kids in Tampa Bay."

"Come on, Snow, you're not alone. I'll protect you, we'll be fine." JJ insists, peeking around the corner of the building were walking alongside. No doubt checking for cops. I sigh as I stop, waiting for him to give the go-ahead.

"Alright, fine. But my death will be on your hands at that point." I agree as he wraps his arm back around my waist to help me walk. I try to hide my limp as much as possible, because we already look ridiculously sketchy.

We walk into a darker area of dodgy-looking apartments and see an empty, seemingly abandoned corner store that's boarded up. Luckily, since it's Florida, we're not the first to break in. We crawl through a broken window and look around- this is as good a place to crash as any.

We curl up on the floor in the back room with no windows, and try and get as much sleep as possible.

In the morning, I'm the first to wake up. JJ is still snoring beside me, and I sit up and stretch. As soon as I lift my head from on top of his arm, he's rolling over. I get up quietly, and try and find the bathroom. Not fully functional, but it has a dirty mirror which I wipe off with my hand. I stare at my reflection, trying to recognize myself. I'm dirty, my clothes are still blood-stained from when I tried to save Peterkin and was almost killed for it. My hair is matted since it hasn't seen a brush in days, so I decide I should look around the almost empty shelves to see if I can find one.

I look around and find a couple spare granola bars in a drawer behind the desk, and when I move on to the next one I don't find a brush, but I do find a pair of scissors.

I think for a minute before picking them up, and heading straight back to the bathroom. I look in the mirror again, turning the scissors over in my hand. I have to cut it all off. I should, anyways. My hair is so identifiable. But something in my gut is telling me that I can't.

"Your hair holds all your memories."

I hear my mothers voice echoing in my head. I haven't cut it since before we moved, and in a way it's all I have left of my life in Canada. Realistically though, I know it's not true. I haven't talked to my old friends in years. I have no ties there. Except for the memories.

Before I can convince myself otherwise, I reach up with the scissors and cut a chunk off just above my shoulder. I take a deep breath. It's too late now- I have to finish what I started.

I work my way around my head, using that first piece as a reference for the length. By the time I'm done, it's choppy, but my curls will hide that well enough. I go back to staring at myself in the mirror, trying to fix it, make it look okay, but I don't look like me anymore. My cheeks are coated with tears now- what have I done. I've never cried as much in my life as I have in the last month.

"New look?" I hear JJ's voice behind me, and turn as he leans against the door frame. His smile fades when he sees how upset I am. "Come here..." He says softly, holding his arms out and I practically fall into them.

He rubs my back gently, and I can feel it as he looks down at the floor where there are piles and piles of my hair scattered around the sink and the ground along with every version of me I have ever been.

"I'm sorry.." I mumble as I let him go. "We should probably get going."

"No, no, you're fine." JJ insists, smiling at me. "You look great. It suits you." He says, trying to make me feel better.

I return his smile, wiping my eyes. "Thanks, J."

"You're right, though, no doubt they've found the boat by now; we gotta run." He says, turning back and I follow him towards the broken window we climbed in.

"We need to find new clothes." I say as we walk down the block. It's still dark enough out, we only got a couple hours of sleep.

"Yeah, you're looking a little worse for wear." He jokes. "We just need to find one of those bins people dump clothes in to donate, I bet that's got some good shit."

"I'm sure." I laugh. "Or, we could find an actual store, I have some money, you know."

"Oh, yeah, that works too. Somewhere without cameras, though, preferably." JJ agrees.

We walk on for a while longer, in one direction trying to stay aligned with the water without being out in the open. We come across a street of shops just as the sun fully rises in the sky. It's a run down area, with people sleeping on the streets in makeshift tents. It's hard to fathom that right now, that's us. Nowhere to call home, stranded.

"Hey, look." JJ draws my attention from my thoughts, and he's pointing towards a thrift shop that's just opening. "They just opened, so it'll be just us in there. Follow my lead- we're gonna absolutely stumble in there, high out of our minds. Got it? Try not to show your face. If they think we're junkies, they won't recognize us or question the state of your clothes." He says and I nod- unsure if his logic even tracks but it's worth a shot.

We walk across the street and JJ's demeanour changes as he opens the door for me and follows me in.

"Mornin', ma'am." JJ smiles at the woman at the counter, slurring his words slightly as I walk the other way to the racks. I can feel her eyes on me as JJ talks to her.

I quickly grab a few things that I think will fit, and head up to the counter next to JJ as he leans on it.

"You hear about that storm, up in the Carolina's?" JJ asks her as I place my stuff on the counter. Some shorts, a tank top, and some converse.

"I did- it's very scary." The woman agrees, looking at me closely.

"That'll be fifteen dollars." She tells me and I nod, reaching into my pocket and pulling out some cash, handing her a twenty.

She thanks me, and JJ tips his hat at her and heads for the door, but she grabs my hand as she hands me my change.

"Dear, are you alright? Do you need me to call someone for you?" She whispers, a concerned look crossing her face.

I quickly nod. "I'm fine, thank you." I say, pulling my hand away and shoving the change in my pocket. I quickly walk over to the door, looking back briefly at her as I push it open and meet JJ outside.

"What did she say to you?" He asks, joining me as I keep walking.

"She asked if she should call someone for me." I explain. "I need to get changed and we need to get out of here."

"Here, yeah, this way." JJ says, guiding me into an alley beside the next building down. We step behind a dumpster and JJ stands in front of me, holding his hoodie out to cover me as much as possible and closing his eyes.

"Can you- uh..." I stutter, gesturing for him to turn around.

"Oh! Yeah, sorry..." He says awkwardly, turning around. "You act like I haven't seen you naked before." He jokes as I quickly get changed.

"Shut up, JJ." I can't help but laugh slightly.

"The great bathtub incident of twenty-nineteen." He adds and I hit him in the back with my shorts before throwing them in the bin next to me along with the rest of my bloodied and dirty clothes.

"Okay, I'm good." I say, still slightly laughing.

JJ turns back around with a shit-eating grin still on his face. "Hey, you look good for a fugitive! New haircut, new clothes, you're a whole new woman."

"Thanks." I laugh slightly, trying to push my hair back behind my ears, but it's hardly long enough to stay now.

"Hey, uh, I got you something." JJ smiles, digging into his pocket. "I was just thinkin', you know, this outfit, while cute, of course; is looking a little incomplete." He smiles. "Turn around."

I give him a confused look as I turn, and he lifts his hands up over my head, settling a necklace around my neck. I look down to try and see it as I feel him latching it. A little snowflake. It brings a blush to my cheeks.

"Where did you get this?" I say, smiling wide as I hold it in my hand, turning back to him.

"Nicked it while that lady was asking if I beat you." JJ explains, looking down at the necklace as well. "I just thought you had to have it."

"It's cute- thank you, JJ." I smile, looking up at him now.

We stare at each other for a moment, completely consumed by the quiet that surrounded us in this alley.

"Should we... uhm..." I say, focussing again on the task at hand.

"Yeah, yeah let's get going." JJ agrees, wrapping his arm around my waist again as we step back into the street.

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first chapter of part two- yay!! i'm feeling really good ab this one :) -R

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A/N: I just couldn’t NOT write another fanfic about Mk and WuKong. These two are my life and I never want them to be separated. Btw, this is like a 2 parter to ‘Hide and Seek’. This ones a little short and I didn’t go all out but I hope it works.

Summary: Morning has arrived for the two monkeys but Mk still hasn’t turned back yet. I wonder what’s keeping him. While they wait, Sun WuKong finds that not only is Mk a shy person, but also an artist.

“Mk! Breakfast!” Sun WuKong called out for the 4 year old as Mk rushed outside. Mk was suppose to turn back into his normal self by now, but he hasn’t. Maybe he was a late bloomer. Either way, WuKong was beginning to miss him. Not that he didn’t like his little kid version better. He just wish he knew if the old one was coming back.

“Monkey! Monkey!” Mk cheered as he hugged onto his mentor’s leg like a baby monkey. WuKong chuckled at the sight. “Ready for breakfast?” he asked as MK nodded rapidly. “Yea yea.” Sun WuKong, still having Mk hold onto his leg, grabbed one of the peaches from the tree for him to eat. Mk reached out to grab one but WuKong picked him up out of reach. “Nu uh, little guy. You’ll be having something different.”

“But I wanna eat what you eat.” Mk whine in the cutest voice ever. God, it took everything in WuKong’s body not to blush. “You wanna eat peaches?” Sun WuKong asked as Mk replied, “Yep.”

“But I thought you loved bananas.”

“No. I like peaches now.” WuKong giggled at Mk’s determined face. He would do anything to be like his mentor. Even eat the same fruit. Well, if Mk wants to eat bananas then Monkey King will have to do the same. So, ditching the peach, WuKong carried Mk over to the bananas so that he could eat a proper breakfast without gaining immortality. “Where are you going?”

“To eat some bananas. Want some?” Sun WuKong smirked already knowing the answer. Mk seemed to forget all about the peaches when he saw that his mentor was eating a banana.

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After breakfast, Sun WuKong used his time to meditate on his cloud that he made for himself. Sometimes when he would wake up from a trance, he would find Mk looking directly at him. Almost like how he use to watch him before he met him. At first, he found it creepy yet admired by his admiration, and soon, he’d gotten so use to it that he looked forward to meeting him every time he opened his eyes.

So you can imagine his surprised when he realized that Mk wasn’t staring at him like he use to. As a matter of fact, he wasn’t even outside. “Lil’ Monkey? Where are ya?” Monkey King called out. He didn’t get an answer. Hopping off of his cloud, Sun WuKong rushed inside his hut and opened his door only to find Mk laying on his tummy drawing while sticking his tongue out. Mk kicked his legs happily as he drew another picture, not noticing that Sun WuKong was by the door.

Breathing a sigh of relief, the Monkey King closed the door behind him and grabbed the child’s attention by poking his neck. “Hey kid, whatcha drawing?” Mk, startled that his mentor was here, squealed and quickly covered up his drawings. Mk shook his head. “Nothing.” he said as a small blush appeared on his face.

Sun WuKong frowned a bit, confused by the kid’s reaction. Usually, Mk was so outgoing and bright. He rarely hid anything from him, even when he was upset. But, now he wasn’t letting him in on his obviously adorable art work. “Come on, bud. Lemme see.”

“Nu uh.” Mk replied. Now it was Sun WuKong’s turn to pout. “Aw, but I wanna see.” Mk looked at his mentor before shutting his eyes and turning away. “Well, if you won’t let me see, then I’ll just have to make you.” WuKong proclaimed right before he hoisted up his pupil into the air. Mk squeal in surprised and started to giggle when his mentor started to talk funny. “Stop it.” Mk pleaded, but secretly, he was having fun. “No way, Jose. We haven’t even begun. Now then, what’s gonna make you tell me what you were drawing just now?”

“Hehehehe nothing.”

“Oh, off to a bad start there, kid.” Sun WuKong said before he raised Mk’s shirt a little bit and blew a raspberry on his tummy. This surprised Mk so much, that he didn’t even bother to hide his massive laughter. After he stopped to give Mk a breather, Monkey King rubbed his nose through Mk’s neck. “Come on. Tell me.” he teased while making it sound like he was crying while his face was buried in Mk’s neck. Mk giggled and tried to shake his head, but he settled for a verbal response. “I won’t!” Mk managed to say as he heard his mentor gasp dramatically. “You won’t? That’s so mean.”

“You’re mean!” Mk replied, even though his giggles and smile proved that he didn’t mean it. Sun WuKong laughed a bit. “I’ll show you mean.” he said right before he flopped on the couch on top of Mk. Mk didn’t have time to make out what was about to happen before he felt the largest ticklish feeling in his life. His mentor was blowing raspberries on his tummy again, but instead of just raspberries, he was also tickling his sides. So, no matter where he would go, Mk would always find a ticklish feeling that he can never escape.

Once Sun WuKong realized that Mk was in tears, he stopped his tickle attack altogether to let the kid breathe. Mk rolled over to one side and hugged his tummy so tight he thought he would squeeze himself to death. “How ya doin’, bud?” Sun WuKong asked genuinely as Mk stuck his tongue out at him making him laugh. “Yeah, that’s fair.” he said, grabbing Mk by his tail and lifting him up upside down.

Mk couldn’t help but giggle at the feeling. “So, wanna play a game?” Monkey King chimed as Mk nodded with excitement. “Yeah yeah.”

“Okay, come on. Let’s go eat lunch so we can play.” Sun WuKong suggested as he put Mk down and watch him rush to the kitchen. Sun WuKong looked at the drawing that Mk was hiding. It was of a tall monkey with teal and red armor followed by a red pack over his eyes. It didn’t take long for WuKong to realize that it was a drawing of him. Shaking his head with a smile, Sun WuKong followed the giggling boy to the kitchen, eager to both feed him and show him how much he appreciated him.

[anonymitywriterprescott]

I wish I was worse

Knock, knock, knock. The door swings open, and his eyes meet mine. “Love, fucking, sucks” You slur, as you lean on the door frame attempting to keep your balance. He hesitated. “You’re drunk” “You’re sober” You huffed. He pulls you inside, closing the door behind you as you crash onto his couch. “Actually, I’m not” You can hear the pop of a bottle top and the clinking of glasses as he gets them out of the cabinet. Sitting beside you he puts down the glasses, and what you now see is vodka, on the table in front of you. Reaching behind you, he grabs the blanket on the back of the couch. You can smell the vodka on his breath already, mixed with the scent of his clothes, blood, cigarettes and … something burnt? You didn’t wanna know. He wraps the blanket around your shoulders, “It’s freezing out, did you walk here?” “No, I teleported” Sarcasm dripping off your words, you grab the bottle and pour both of you a drink. “Oh haha, funny, how did you get here because you better not have been stupid enough to drive” “I didn’t” He grunts, you can’t tell if he’s happy you didn’t drive or upset you walked in the snow. “So I know why love sucks but why do you think that? Something happen with you and Mr. Unknown?”

You stay silent, downing the vodka as quickly as you can.

The air hangs, he shifts on the couch to turn towards you more.

“You know those 2 guys we saved last night?” Taking the lid off the bottle. “The ones in the coffee shop or the ones in the car on makeout mountain?” “The car” You take a good swig of the vodka, honestly it’s more of a chug but you don’t realize that until you start choking on your burning throat. “Bloody hell, what about them?” “Well, Mr. Unknown was also the blonde one in the car, aka the one riding Mr. 6ft bodybuilder in the front seat” The rasp in your voice is hard to ignore and at this point, you don’t know if it’s the alcohol burn or the tears your holding back. “Oh shit” You hand him the bottle, ditching the the glasses completely, he takes a drink and hisses slightly at the burn.

“Yeah and I couldn’t, fucking, tell anyone, I was surrounded by my friends and I couldn’t tell a fucking soul that I just saw my entire world crashing down because I’m such a fucking good person that I still didn’t want to out him” “Plus ya know, the whole ‘stitching up someones stab wound and making sure she doesn’t die’ thing” “Well yeah that too”

You go to grab the bottle and take another drink, this time the burn feels faint, barely like pins and needles. You swing your legs, laying them over his and lay the blanket over your arms.

“Sometimes I wish I was a worse person” “What, like me?” “I didn’t say that. I can’t tell anyone what happened, I shouldn’t be even telling you, because it doesn’t matter that he broke my heart, I promised I wouldn’t tell anyone and I would be a shitty person if I started telling people because it’s shitty to out him. But now I can’t even tell my best friends, people who have literally saved my life, who my fucking ex-boyfriend is and why we broke up, I’m forced to keep it secret and pretend everything is alright but it’s not and maybe he’s shitty for putting me in this position but…” You lose steam, all of your anger slowly turning to grief.

“It’s not fair” “He’s shitty for doing this to you” “I know”

[obey-only-me]

Movie Night with Diavolo By: Akuzondelivery

How Do You Date?

Short little scenario that made me giggle. Thinking about a nervous Diavolo makes me 404 Error.

“So I can’t just have them show up? I have to say it’s a date?”

“How else will they know your romantic intentions?” Barbatos sighed for the millionth time.

He sat with Diavolo in his office. A student council meeting was going to start soon and today was the day he was going to do it! Diavolo was going to ask you out on a date! Maybe. If he can get it right. Barbatos tried his best to lay things out as simple as possible. But the prince’s desire to hide his feelings was too strong.

“...what if they still say no? What if everything I’ve been thinking and stressing about isn’t going to pay off.”

His thoughts were loud, but Barbatos didn’t need to hear them. The worried, furrowed expression he wore as he looked out the window.

“Really, My Lord. I’ve never seen you so afraid of a human before.”

“You know that’s not what it is...”

“Yes it is. You’re afraid of a human rejecting you and honestly...” Barbatos laughed a little, much to Diavolo’s dismay.

“Don’t laugh! It could happen...”

After seeing his young master so distraught, Barbatos of course sought out Lucifer. Explaining the issue, Diavolo wants to take MC on a date, but is too scared to ask; Lucifer chuckled himself. The prince of Hell is afraid of one human rejecting him.

“Perhaps we should give them a helping hand?” Barbatos suggested.

The two only took a moment to come up with a plan.

“Well, St. Valentine would definitely be proud. Demons in favor of love.” Lucifer shook his head. “I’ll take care of MC. Just make sure Diavolo arrives late.”

Diavolo excitedly got ready for a trip to town. Lucifer was taking everyone to the movies! And the theater was reserved for a private showing of your favorite movie. Now he only needed to meet his three favorite people at the entrance. He was running on time, and now that he was dressed he made his way to you.

You’d arrived about 10 minutes early, unaware that you would really be waiting 20. Lucifer and Barbatos still weren’t there, but around the corner watching you closely so you were safe. You couldn’t help fidgeting with your phone as you waited. You were excited, but nervous.

“MC!”

You turned to see Diavolo approaching with a wide smile. The prince was just as nervous as you, but showed no sign of it as he confidently strolled over.

“Lord Diavolo! Are you ready for the movie?”

“Of course! I’m even more excited to spend time with you. And B-Barbatos and Lucifer.”

“I wonder where they are.”

As the two spoke, Barbatos and Lucifer hit send on their DDDs and walked away.

“Oh. Looks like there was an emergency at the castle. Barbatos has to stay for something.”

“Yeah, Lucifer said he has to do something about Mammon...did they ditch us?”

“What does that mean?”

Diavolo gave you a curious look as you pouted. Having already bought tickets for you and Lucifer, the sudden abandonment made you a little angry. But since Diavolo was here, maybe he’d...still go with you?

“Do you...want to see the movie still? Just the two of us?” The heat on your cheek told you how awkward that must have sounded.

Diavolo chuckled. Barbatos and Lucifer set this up. He’ll have to thank him later. But knew he should still keep his advice in mind.

“I would very much like to.” He cleared his throat. “MC, would you mind if I...made this a date?”

[clementinefight]

Drift Drive

Seeing the sunrise come up now, not because I’m so timely but because I haven’t slept. Seeing the window-boxes of light shift across the wall, I get a little scared of clockwork and continuums. I get a little scared that it’s all gonna happen whether or not I’m ready. On the flip, there’s a lot of things I want that I’m just not ready for that can’t happen unless I let them, anyway, and I’ve got a way about me, built in now, that just seems to refuse it all... I’ve got to be real cognisant to be open

I MAKE PROMISES IN THE DEEPEST SNOW.

In the ice palace The light Heavy as lead Built up These falling drops Strong and green A blinding flood After my drenching in the stars.

IF THE DARK LEFT.

People Taking place continually In the bright drifts, in Other ways. Everyone knew About the unknown; People had seen Photographs taken that summer; A glimpse of what goes on In the universe; The great lake Non-existent The splendid broad No more. No night In people’s memories. Night turned into a legend, Fallen into a light river And carried away.

Do not want to do a thing today. Not class, or the pub, or the dinner, or the dance. It’s the first day in a long time I’ve had this many things to get through and I dread it with an earnestness that surprises me, and shames me, I just want to sleep. Probably don’t do all-nighters, is my advice. Not unless your plan is to remain in bed all day, in a state of half-life, watching old colourful (I loved 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea and The Wickerman) or scrolling online in a dazed, dozed over way—or playing The Sims, if all else fails you. Or be on the run, you know, super busy like I guess I am going to be today; I just get a little worried about interacting with others in this state; my words arrive in the space between us like slipped stitches; I’m very aware it's all an error.

So much has happened since I last wrote on here, mostly intangible things, though. I got another small contract book job but immediately regretted taking it on cause I’m just not in the right headspace. Anyways, now got to do it. But as of late, I’ve hit a state of avoidance so severe it seems unreal and almost like a joke I’m playing but oh boy it’s not a joke; oh boy is it ever serious. Sometimes it feels like a genuine nightmare but it’s just me. I cancelled my trip to Vermont and have been a no-show to two different movie screenings I booked (which I typically love to go to, even alone, these were Friday the 13th and It Follows). I have people I genuinely like that I haven’t responded to in at least three weeks or more; jobs left unfinished for two months plus; school assignments due days or even weeks ago and still extremely untouched. Don’t know what gives, but I’m asking. I’m asking Google and Reddit and I’m on a waitlist to see a doctor. Anxiety at an all-time high and barely got time to sort it. When it all gets going, it just has to go till it’s gone. I keep saying to myself that when winter break hits, and snow overcomes the world (I find that white blanket calming), I’ll lay down and look everything in the eye, attempt some recalibration. And I will. I might also go to the Catskills with my cousin, R. Just drive there and sleep a couple days in a hotel and walk under gusty snowed up trees and visit diners, obviously, she and I love doing that. One thing I love about R is that she seems to have this untested patience with me and a deep understanding of who I am and how that makes me operate. Though sometimes it can feel so humiliating to be so accommodated!

So it all hurts but on the plus side, I’ve got my sobriety still! Thank you, thank you. Yeah, she’s cute and nearly a year old, soon to be walking…. I love her like mad. I’ll do everything in my power not to ditch her, because that would make me feel ditched, too. As if that happened, I would miss me a lot. I think the acuteness of my pain is a testimony to my current lucidness, anyway. I’m glad I can feel, even I freeze up under the toll half the time, never sure what to do with it all…

You know Volcano Choir’s song Dancepack? Those lyrics: (Take note, there's still a hole in your heart / And you're shoveling shit and they pay you to talk / My young little soul's unlearning to walk / Clover green / Like bravery done up like a towel sopping wet in the street). That’s what my sobriety feels like! I’m teetering all over the place. And I don’t make “quick friends” like I used to. I’m painfully slow now. Maybe it was always meant to be that way, and whenever I drank, I tried to override that step “the making of,” since it involves a general ambiguity and uncertainty that, due to my personal history, I have a habit of turning dark or against me. I try to force us together very fast, thinking that means we’re saved from ever having to fall apart. But whenever I move fast like that, I sort of betray myself. Reaches a point where I realize I can’t handle it, that I wasn’t even ready to hold anything. Then comes a point where I’m unsure what to test myself with (which connections) as I’m tired of hurting people or trying to apologize the same apologies, or forever and ever explain. Will cut myself some slack here, though, and keep trying.

Ordered some Flavacol popcorn salt online, and purple popcorn kernels from Amish Country Popcorn. What else did I order? I like to order things to make myself feel better! It’s not a permanent fix but it sure is a fucking Band-Aid. These last few months: a medium bookbinding press, a bookbinding cradle, an origami shoulder bag, two Christmas cards, three rolls of washi tape, a sheet of 30 poinsettia stickers, and an ex-libris stamp (it’s a tree with my name below it).

Oh, and I watched 7/8 episodes of Our Flag Means Death season two. I like it a lot, it pulled me out of a depressive state in a way, and I have a theory burning that Blackbeard is asexual. Hard to explain. But I feel it. Especially in regards to his death-bed fantasy of Stede as a merman (which conceals genitalia), his desire to “take it slow” despite the obvious depth of his romantic emotion and there was also his complete 180 on Stede shortly after the first time they have sex, which could have been caused by a sense of dissociation within himself that was spurred on by the act…. Mind you, haven’t seen the final episode, so maybe misreading all that. Not sure why I’m reading into it at all, anyway. Sometimes I watch stuff and have nothing to say about it. And other times I watch stuff and a certain this or that just resonates and gets me thinking…

All this to say, what? I’m struggling atm! But not with everything. Just with a lot of things. If I haven’t got back to you, I will! I miss reading. I miss deep reading deeply, that feeling of falling into a chasm of a page, seeing other places, being other people. I miss Iceland and Edinburgh like hell. I miss having jammy toast and tea for breakfast. Aye, I’m up anyway—let me go do that now.

Farewell to the Bravehearts

[codedwrongkinitopetau]

⚠️Abuse mention, Glitch, cuss words, hurtful words, blood⚠️

if you don't like this stuff, please don't read I HAD TO LAY DOWN IN MY CHAIR WHILE MAKING THIS BECAUSE I HAD ATE TO MUCH AAAÆÆÆĚĚĚġʩɡĞŒŔŔŔŔĞĞĞĞĞGGGGGGG

"BROTHER! You have to stop abusing Sam! I understand you don't like him, or that he snaps and accidently hurts me sometimes, but that doesn't give you the right to hurt him!"

"..."

"You don't seem to understand what I'm doing."

'wha- I what do y- *angry stuttering"

"Wel- THA- THAT'S BECAUSE I DON'T! AT THIS POINT YOUR WORSE THAN ME, YOU ASSHOLE!"

"Watch it, KK. I'm protecting you from danger, and also making sure we're even."

"What do you mean by even!?"

"Your kill count is almost 420, so I'm trying to make both of us even, so you won't be worse, correct me if I'm wrong about the count though."

"I've killed, but never abused! If you want to be even so desperately, you shoulda just said so! And right now, Sam's sitting in my treehouse, BARELY BREATHING, and you think that causing that damage to him is going to fix our gap!? What the fuck is wrong with you!?"

"I'm not the only one who hurt Sam."

"..."

"You're no better than me, and I'm no better than you, so why can't you see that I'm helping you? I'm your older brother, it's my job to protect you. You better understand that soon Nito, because you KNOW you can't stop me..."

"YOU'RE A FUCKING PHSYCOPATH! WHAT MAKE'S YOU THINK IT'S OKAY TO DO THAT!?! I'VE DONE BAD THINGS BEFORE BUT I WILL NEVER, EVER, DO WHAT YOU DID! I should've deleted you WHEN I HAD THE CHANCE! I don't want to see you near Sam EVER AGAIN!"

"Oh? That's no way to treat your brother, KK. You do know that some words can hurt, right? Right now, you are really hurting my feelings."

"Well, how about I tell you something really hurtful, HUH?!"

"And what is that, Nito? If you have a message you need to give me, I'll be able to handle it.."

"Until you learn to stop abusing peop-"

"Torture, I torture them."

"UGH. Until you learn to stop torturing people, which is WAY worse than abuse, from now until then, YOU ARE NO LONGER MY BROTHER!"

"Excuse me..?"

"YEAH, I don't want to EVER WANT TO SEE YOU UNTIL THEN! YOU ARE A GODDAMN PSYCO, YOU FUCKING RUINED MY FRIEND'S FACE, JADE IS TERRIFIED OF YOU, you destroyed EVERYTHING I WORKED FOR, and you say it's because 'You're trying to protect me", I'M NOT FUCKING WEAK, I'M NOT HOPELESS, I'M NOT-"

"I NEVER SAID ANY OF THOSE THINGS KINITO! EVERYTHING I DID WAS FOR YOU AND THIS IS HOW YOU TREAT ME?! I KEPT YOU SAFE FROM VIRUS BLOCKERS, I KEPT YOU SAFE FROM VPNS, I KEPT YOU SAFE FROM OTHER VIRUSES, BUT ALL THAT JUST WENT TO WASTE BECAUSE YOU'RE FUCKING MAD AT ME?! Ooohhhh, I get it, it's one of those things when someone gets mad at someone else, then says something they regret, it's alright, we had one of those befor-"

"I'M FUCKING SERIOUS JUSTIN! I MEAN IT, NO ONE WHO DOES WHAT YOU DID WILL EVER BE MY FAMILY!"

"Kinito, stop lying, please tell me you're lying, or you're just really mad at me, please."

"I have one last thing to say to you, Justin."

"Wha-.. What is it..?"

"Six words: GO DIE IN A FUCKING DITCH!"

"WHA- Kinito, wait- no- Kinito please come back... Please..?...."

"P L E A S E...?"

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and they haven't talked to each other since. I know it's sad, but don't worry, kinito still loves him AS A BROTHER hope you like this lore dump :D

[godlyhermitcrab]

Not to be cynical, but...

Having just graduated a couple of months ago, life kinda sucks right now. I can’t get a job, employers are still rejecting me, and I still have family members asking me if I have a job yet. Whenever they ask they just come off as so ignorant, “Oh computer science, there’s a lot money in that” they say as if they know what it’s like being asked to have 2+ years in experience in something I just graduated from. But they don’t know any better so I just smile and nod as if it’s nothing.

I think my ideal life is just one where it’s me and my dog, in an apartment, where nobody worries about me, and I can just do what I like. It just bothers me to have to be hounded by everyone over what my life is like, what I should be doing, everybody around me trying to fix my problems. Sometimes I just wish I could take everything at my own pace, but unfortunately, life doesn’t move like that...

Every time my stepdad comes home from work, I have to get the “So what’d you do today?” in a passive aggressive tone, because I don’t usually do much. I usually have to come up with something, because if I say “Not much” then I’ll get the “Well you should...”, “I want you to...”, “Have you tried...?”. I know they’re just trying to help, which is why I don’t say anything, it’s something better kept to myself, anyways. 

I don’t even consider much of what I do very significant. I could have worked all day, and I would still say “Not much”, but that’s not enough. He needs details, I swear it’s like he needs a detailed report of everything I did at every hour of the day.

This is compounded with me slowly realizing that I don’t really much motivation to anything. Before, school was my motivation. I programmed and coded because I knew that would get me closer to graduation. Now, though, I realize that I don’t feel like coding or programming, even just for fun. School was one of the few things that kept me going.

At the very least I know I like learning. I believe that if money were no object, I would just go to school forever, getting a new degree every time. But it’s not like there’s really a way to get paid for that (At least not that I know of). So for now that is sort of a dead end.

The worst part is the laziness. Like I seriously lack a motivation to do much of anything. There’s a lot of things I could do to improve my life, but I never feel like doing any of them. Why? Why can’t I just strive to be a better person? Instead I lay down or sit inert, doing the same things over and over again, ditching responsibilities all the way. I could work out, I could try to learn a new programming language, I could wake up earlier in the mornings, but instead I stay up late with video games again. Why?

I think I would do more coding stuff, like I would love to work on personal projects or something, but I can never bring myself to do it unless it is completely original and has never been done before, which is a dumb notion to start with. I would love to program Terraria mods, which I have kinda worked on. The moment I get to sprite work though, i stop. Either that or I realize that the mod does nothing new, and if I did want to do something new, that would require real effort, so I stop.

Why do I find it so hard to do stuff for my own sake, happy as long as I did my best? Even in school I was happy with mediocre work, as long as I did my best, because the requirements and what made it a good assignment were clearer cut. If I’m left to judge even smallest amount of work I’ve done, I just hate it and give up on it.

It doesn’t matter how many strategies I read or advice I hear to help with things like that, I can never actually internalize that information and use it. Stuff like that is always easier said than done, and somehow I can never just output the effort to make that change happen. It really is very demoralizing.

I guess I’m done with this post now. This is definitely stuff I should be telling a therapist/counselor, but until I get that help, I’ve been needing to get these thoughts into the world for a very long time, so I might be posting stuff like this just to get it out there. Also, please try to avoid judgement on anything I said, I am just a stranger on the internet, after all. Thanks for reading, if you did. Hopefully I can look back on this one day and be happier about how much I’ve grown.