#i aint one t' beg

[scriv3lloirl]

How th'fuck do you draw Gravis Mushnik @ Google.com.

[scriv3lloirl]

I have uhhhh... Let's see. I have 20$, a paperclip, n some pocket lint.

Orin Scrivello DDS, very important question. How much money would it take for ya t'go on a date wit me jus t'make my boyfriend jealous? I'll pay fer' ev'rythin.

I don’t fuckin’ know. What all s’in yer pockets?

[ayochae]

𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬 | 𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐚 𝐨𝐭𝟒

Synopsis: aespas strap game

Pairing: aespa ot4 x fem! reader

Genre: smut no plot lol

Themes: biting, hair pulling, rough sex,

T/W: none <3

WC: 500

a/n: yall.... i have been dead...but heres a veryyyyy short and self-indulgent aespa + strap headcannons drabble for you lol!! no-one asked for this but i feel like everyone kinda needed it lmao. and obviously these are just my opinions don't take this too serious teehee <333

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Karina (receiving): rina is a missionary girl through and through lovessss taking strap in missionary and ofccccc you love giving it!! The sight of her tits bouncing in your face mfhmghmm 🥴what a sight to behold… and i know she makes the lewdest sounds while you thrust deeplyyyy in her perfect pussy. She aint afraid to be loud and let you know how well you fuck her mhm 🙂‍↕️

I know she begs for a good pounding. Locking her legs around your waist while you’re inches deep in her… bruh i need to get her pregnant 😵‍💫

Giselle (giving): she FUCKS from underneath. Just because you’re on top of her doesn’t mean you're in control nuh uh. Your full body weight will be on her while she pounds you underneath jack hammer style :( she can be so rough with it too, ripping orgasm after orgasm from you and not letting you rest 🥴but don't worry she’ll suck your tits while they bounce in her face, giving them soft kisses in the process. 

Dont even get me started on the eye contactttttt hmghmmmh 🥴i know my girl forces you to look at her while she fucks, grabbing your face so you look her in the eyes. She won’t let you off until you're a shaking, helpless mess :( she can be such a bitch but she can’t help it, she just loves to ruin you 🙂‍↕️

Winter (giving): doggy style… LISTEN!  Minjeong likes fucking from behind I said it! I just know she’s rough with it too. Leaving hand marks all over your ass after she slaps it. Digging her nails into your hips as she pounds you relentlessly :( this tiny woman’s got a lot of pent up feelings alright, it's not her fault she needs to take it out on you. 

and if I was to say she bends you over any chance she gets?? Then what !!! my girl is soooo needy when she wants to be. The concept of time and place doesn’t occur to her when she’s in the mood. She’d literally fuck you over the couch, on the kitchen counter, in the bathroom, she don’t careeee. She takes her time with you too, drawing it out, making you whine in desperation :( she can be such a bitch if she wants to be. She's rough with it too, biting your shoulder and pulling your hair while your face is buried in the pillow 😵‍💫I said nut in me duhhh 🙄

Ningning (receiving): your honour she RIDES. It actually makes me dizzy thinking about it 😵‍💫 i know she takes it so well :(( and i know she’s such a slut for praise too.. A word of praise can have her cumming in seconds 🥴I know my girl likes fucking in front of the mirror too, just so she can see how fucking hot she looks while she takes the strap. 

Also LOVES her tits being teased :( she has such sensitive nipples and needs them played with neowwww!!! Did someone say whimperer??? Cuz yeah i know thats right 🙂‍↕️shes got such a filthy mouth and needs to bite her lip to muffle herself. 

[vamp4kaulitz]

BRO OMG I LOVE YOUR MAKEUP SEX WITH TOKIO HOTEL BUT CAN YOU PRETTY PLEASE WRITE THEM (SEPARATE) WITH A READER WHO IS RLLY FUCKING STUBBORN

TOKIO HOTEL W A STUBBORN S/O

no pacific pronouns can be seen as any gender

THANK FOR THIS REQUEST POOKIEEE IDK IF YOU WANTED SMUT OR FLUFF SO I DID SMUT. IF U WANT FLUFF PLS REQUEST AGAIN WHEN REQUESTS ARE OPEN😊

2008 and up

BILL

I heard bill loves people are kinda challenging in the relationship, so he would definitely chuckle at your stubbornness.

He probably wouldn’t admit it but he definitely got turned on at least once by your stubbornness 😭.

Now if he had a bad day and you had something to complain about to him, trust you will be dealt with😭.

“Bill you said you would be home earlier than this. It’s almost fucking 3 are you out of your mind?!”

“Schatz I had a bad day today so I went to drink. I’m still in a bad mood please don’t argue with me right now.”

Of course you are stubborn you would keep pushing his buttons while following him upstairs, trying to prove your point.

“Bill are you serious right now?! You always fucking—“ Your words would be stopped by him pining you to the bed.

“I already fucking told you I had a bad day but no, you wanted to be a fucking brat and push my buttons like you always do.”

This man would pound tf out of you, he would bend you over and push your head into the pillow. You couldn’t even talk any when you would try he would tease you.

“What was that? Hm? I can’t hear you, speak up if you want something.”

Begging him to slow down? Nuh uh aint finna happen.

“Huh? You want me to slow down? Mm, you remember how you were acting like a little brat earlier? Mm, I think I shouldn’t even be fucking you right now, I should leave you to beg me to fuck you.”

TOM

Tom is kinda stubborn himself, he would literally be stubborn back 😭.

He would literally ignore you yelling at him and walk upstairs, pretending to not care and you would follow him while yelling.

“Tom don’t you fucking walk away from me, you do this every time we have a argument! You act like you can’t fucking listen for once, you always walk anyway!”

He’d literally snap at you💔.

“I walk away because your stubborn ass wanna do too much, I get tired and stressed too Y/N! Your not the only one.”

“Me stubborn? I’m being fucking stubborn for bringing up problems YOU caused? Are you fucking kidding me right now?!”

You guys would definitely be huge brats to each other. Stubborn and stubborn arguing isn’t the best, since you both get pretty loud when arguing.

“I’m done arguing with you meine liebe. Now please, leave me alone while I cool down.” He would try to reason out but you being you, you couldn’t let him walk away so easily.

You push at him until he pinned you on the bed, grabbing your chin with two fingers. You would be taken aback but secretly enjoy the lust in his eyes.

“Your such a brat you know? Always yapping about some shit. You should really learn to know your place.”

He would FUCK the stubbornness out of you, face down ass up. He would be a bit rough, pounding into you nonstop. You would beg him to slow down, but would he listen? Nope.

“T-Tom!! Slow down..!” You managed to let out but he ignored you and only increased his pace. You wiggled around making Tom grab your waist.

“No, this is what you get for being such a fucking stubborn person!” He slapped your ass while thrusting into you ruthlessly.

He would pretend to not hear you and purposely push deeper to make it seem like he didn’t hear you whining and begging for him to slow down.

GEORG

Now..

Georg will put you in your place‼️.

He will definitely be a little stubborn back but definitely would also let you have your way. And if you’d be super stubborn about something he will glare at you and you’d shut up.

Georg can handle your stubbornness, but if he’s in a bad mood expect to not get what you want‼️.

Let’s say one day georg came from a afterparty a little drunk, and Georg told you earlier he would come straight home and not go to the afterparty, so your stubbornness kicked in.

“Georg, I thought you said we weren’t gonna go to the afterparty?”

He would look at you a little zoned out but he would answer you. “I’m sorry love, the band wouldn’t listen to me when I said I was gonna go.” You would definitely get a bit heated, but you tried not to just lash out on him because he was tipsy.

“Then why didn’t you tell someone and leave when you got there? Georg it’s literally 4 in the morning. I was fucking worried! And you are out getting drunk like I’m not here??”

“Schatz, I got a little carried away okay? Right now it’s not the time to argue. It’s 4 and everyone in the neighborhood is probably asleep. Let’s talk in the morning.” Georg tried to reason but you weren’t having it.

You kept pushing his buttons but maintaining your voice so you would yell too loud for everyone to hear, while georg got some water to sober up.

Georg got tired of it and put his cup down angrily, his hands showing veins for how hard he was gripping the cup and pinned you onto the couch.

“You know, I always let to have your way, but you like to get carried away. Such a brat, I should punish you for how you’ve been acting towards me.”

He would go SO slow, he would make you beg for him to speed up. He would go slower if you tried to touch yourself or move your hips. He would grip your waist and tell you not to move.

“Such a brat, trying to please yourself? I shouldn’t even be fucking you, I should make you beg for me to pound the fuck out of you.”

He would tease you, and you’d finally give in🤭..he would definitely tease you about giving into him.

“Oh? What’s this? What happened to my bratty Y/N? I wouldn’t expect you to listen to me so easily. Shows how much of a slut you are.”

GUSTAV

Gustav is so sweet omg😭 he’ll give into your stubbornness, and you’d sometimes feel bad because he would always do whatever you say.

I have a feeling like he’s literally angry and rude to people when he’s tired especially after a long day with rehearsals so he would always go shower and sleep.

But one day you just didn’t want to put up with it and you lashed out on him. He didn’t expect it at all.

“Gustav? We need to talk.” You called out to him, sounding it a bit serious in which made him kinda nervous.

“Yes schatz?”

“I feel like we are drifting apart somehow. Like, it’s like you come home and shower, eat, and sleep. We barely talk.”

“I’m sorry love. I’m really tired, can we talk about this later?”

You were so angry. Like he js straight up ignored you trying to communicate with him after weeks.

“Gustav what the fuck? Are you seriously just gonna ignore me after fucking trying to COMMUNICATE with you??”

You’d yell at him while he walked to the room, not caring if the neighbors heard. He’d ignore you but you said something that just pissed him the fuck off.

“The fuck did you just say?” He’s turn around and you’d stop in your tracks. “You fucking heard me. Loud and clear.”

He’d grab you and throw you on the bed but not too hard.

To me Gustav is the type of guy to take out his anger on you in bed😉.

“Oh yeah? Let’s see if you can say that with my fucking cock inside of you, pounding you.”

Gustav is a soft dom, but he can be rough when he wants to🤭. He’d grab your hair while you take him from behind, whispering into your ear.

“You wanted this so bad huh? Look at your little hole taking my cock. It’s begging for more.”

He’d thrust into you faster every time you ask him to slow down, he’d slap your ass while you shake and cum on his cock.

Gustav would definitely go slow, making you beg and whine for more even when he was deep inside.

You’d cry out for him but he would ignore the fuck out of you.

“Gustav please! Go faster!”

“Hmm..nah…I wanna tease you more, see how long you’ll last hm? You think you can last for me? Hm?”

“Fuck, I know I said I was tired but you turned on something inside of me that I can’t turn off, liebe.”

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[onskepa]

Can I get a Jake sully x daughter reader.

where the reader was Jake's first child who he left on earth when he went on Pandora. Years later, Jake is finally reunited with his daughter, the one thing he hand longed for, but he finds out that she works for the RDA and is alongside Quaritch. I kinda want this to be a series cause I've been looking all over for fics like this but there are barely any at all.

Gotta admit, this one was a toughie. Not that I'm complaining, I enjoy a challenge. Now I did think long and hard where this would take place. Hope fully this is is good! enjoy!

NOTE: I had to change things around considering the time line and not everything will be down to the T compared to the movie.

Left behind series

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Left behind

Neytiri was enjoying her peaceful night with her two children, neteyam and kiri and her beloved mate jake. As she holds neteyam, while jake was holding kiri but he had a distant look into his eyes. Neytiri knows that look. It is a look where he is mentaly absent and wonders somewhere deep in his mind.

Doesn't happen often, and whenever it does, its about his past. Neytiri knows some of it but doesn't know all. Not that she minds. In fact, she encourages that he forgets his past. All of it.

"ma'jake" she softly calls out to him, placing her hand on his cheek, bringing his attention to her, bringing him back to the moment. Jake humms, paying attention to her. "whatever it is...its all in the past. Forget it, leave it behind. You are here with me and our children. You belong here with me" she says, letting her soft voice soothe his mind.

Unknowns to neytiri, it was the biggest mistake she will ever make.

Neytiri was holding spider, her blade at his throat. In front of her, the demon of her nightmares, Miles Quaritch stands in a false na'vi body doing the same with kiri.

"do it, he aint mine" Quaritch says, no hesitation in his voice. In fact, he was grinning as if to encourage neytiri. This isn't what she wanted. She wanted to strike fear into his heart. Have him feel what she is feeling.

"he doesn't care if I die!" spider tells neytiri. Normally she would ignore him but this time, she couldn't. "You don't care for your own child!?" she screeches. The demon grins in a twisted way. "As far as I am aware Mrs. sully, he isnt my child......but she is"

"MOM/NEYTIRI LOOK OUT!!" Kiri and jake shout to her.

It was quick, it was swift, neytiri couldn't block it in time. A shadow lunged behind neytiri, kicking her behind the knees and body slamming her with full force bringing her and spider down.

Neytiri was quick, fangs out, hissing out in anger only to be met with a gun at her face. She looks up and she sees a young woman. Tall, tough looking, her expression cold and deadly. But one thing stood out, and that was her eyes.

Her eyes were blue.

The same blue eyes jake once had in his human form.

"please! please don't hurt her!!" spider crawled up in front of neytiri as means to protect her. He didn't care of neytiri was threatening his life moments ago, she was not someone he wished death upon.

"quaritch p-please...!! tell her to step down or something!!" spider begged. But the man simply grinned. "you said a child for a child isnt that right Mrs. Sully?" Quartich teases.

kiri had enough and bit his arm making him let go. She ran to her dad but a bullet barely scrapped her shoulder making her shout in surprise.

Jake looked at the young woman who was facing them and time stopped for him. The blue eyes.....he knows those eyes better than anyone else's. Cause they were his own.

"Fair trade I say jake. My child for YOUR child"

Neytiri and the kids were shocked. Jake looked as though he was stabbed a million times.

"daddy? daddy who is that?!" tuk asks as she tugs his hand. Kiri, spider and neytiri also wanted to know.

"she is my daughter" jake says. The daughter he loved. The daughter he cherished with his life. The daughter he left behind for Pandora.

The girl stared at him with nothing but hate and malice.

"not anymore" was what came of her mouth, her voice void of emotion, cold and distant.

"My name is Proto Quaritch, and I am Miles Quaritch's daughter!"

Ngl I feel like I could have done better. I can see this being a series but I got three in the works. This will have to be temporarily be in the shelf until I am done with one of the series. Anyways, I hope ya'll like it!

[maxbruiser]

*Desperately shaking your shoulders* Where is the Viking Fic!?! I need it!! I want it!!! ;0;

uhh here’s the first draft of chapter 1 if you wanna see.

untitled Viking fic, chapter 1:

 Long ago, before civilization existed, the beasts of the earth first roamed the lands. Animals which were made and born of the flesh and blood of their mothers, then were returned to the earth when they died. 

Then came the creatures from the heavens, who were made of magic dust in the place of flesh and bone. When they died, their bodies would be turned back into dust. These beings called themselves “monsters”. Among them there was peace.

Beasts and monsters could be found in all corners of the earth and lived amongst each other in the competition of “kill or be killed”.

Another being which owned a flesh body like beasts and possessed strong magic like monsters also walked the same earth as the beasts and heavenly creatures. Where they went there was war. These were humans. They- 

“What do they look like?”

Red stopped mid-sentence and rolled his eyelights, tired of being interrupted by his little brother again for the umpteenth time tonight. He laid his gaze on the image of his younger brother Edge sitting cross legged on the sleeping mat beside him. 

Their skulls’ angular features were illuminated in the lamplight. Sharp teeth and crimson eyelights shone brightly in the darkness of the tent. The amber glow of the lamp flickered as the flame fought against the draft. 

“What’d who look like?” Red asked impatiently.

Edge scooted closer to his brother and elaborated, phalanges laced and held tightly against his ribcage in wonder. “The humans brother! What did they look like?” 

Red blinked at him and thought for a moment, trying to remember how his father told him the same old story when he was a babybones. Come to think of it, he didn’t really know what humans looked like either. Well, he supposed, when a story is passed down through several generations without being written down, details tend to get lost.

He shrugged it off. Most of them have probably died out already anyway from starting stupid wars with themselves. Humans were stupid like that. Or so he was told.

“Hairless. With flat faces. That’s how Dad described them anyway.”

“Hairless?” Edge echoed, unclasping his hands and bringing them eyelevel. He was hairless. Other monsters weren’t. Did he look like a human?

“Yeah, and wrinkly too probably.” he said with a grin, sniggering at the reaction it brought out of his little brother.

“Eeeww.” Edge wrinkled his nasal ridge at the imaginary image of a huge hairless beast shaking a spear in threat. 

“Mhmm. And not only were they ugly, but they were strong too.” Red raised his arms above his head and flexed in example.

Edge snorted at his display. “Their magic was?”

Red nodded. Lowering his hands to brush the stray fur strands from his parka trim away from his face. He continued. “A single human soul could defeat an enemy army of more than a thousand monsters.”

Edge’s brows raised in surprise before furrowing into a glare. “A thousand monsters? You’re pulling my leg bone.”

The older skeleton sighed and laid on his back. It was getting late, and he was already plenty tired from walking from one merchant post to the next. But he’d stick it out. After all, the fate of the wealth and prosperity of their homeland was riding on his shoulders.

“I aint. And If you don’t believe me, then you can paddle your way back to the island and ask Dad.”

Edge huffed, head lowering as he let his fingers trace over the stitching pattern of the mat beneath him.

“Maybe I would if we weren't already so far from home.” he shot back, unenthused.

Red sat back up a bit, propping himself up on his elbows to look at Edge. “Says the babybones who blubbered and begged me to come along.” Red teased. His little brother bristled at his words, an offended gasp sounded from him.

“I AM NOT A BABYBONES!!” Edge screeched. Red was quick to clamp a hand over his loudmouth little brother’s teeth, shushing him and holding a finger to his own with his other hand.

“SSHHhh! What are ya tryin’ ta do? Wake up the whole mainland!? Fine! You're not a babybones, just please keep it down!”

Under normal circumstances, Red couldn't give a rip about how loud and annoying his brother was, but that was back in their home on the island, not camping behind a random trading post in a paper thin tent!

A beat of silence passed before Red’s hand slipped away from Edge's mouth, narrowly avoiding being bit by him and losing a phalange.

“M’not a babybones.” Edge mumbled, fishing out a brown, tattered blanket from his pack and shaking it out over himself. He didn’t bother undressing or even taking off his scarf, knowing that as soon as he woke up he’d have to be back on his feet and hiking to the next town in search of traveling merchants. It also didn’t hurt that his day clothes added a bit of extra warmth to help ward off the biting cold of the late Autumn. Not that he needed it, he was a skeleton of course. ‘The cold goes right through him’ as his brother would say. But he liked the little bit of comfort it gave him.

He pulled the blanket over his head and rolled over, curling up as he did so. From under the blanket Red heard a quiet and muffled “finish the story”.

He settled again, this time choosing to rest on his side. Now, where was he?...

Another characteristic that separated humans from the likeness of monsters was that their souls were inverted and held a color that would predict their greatest attributes. A crimson soul represents the trait of a human’s strong determination, orange equated to bravery, yellow meant justice, green kindness, cyan patience, blue integrity, and violet was perseverance.

At some point in Red’s storytelling, Edge had rolled back over to face Red, eye sockets peeking out from under his covers.

 “They sound like they’d make great warrior allies.”

Red held back a laugh, instead letting it go as a sigh. “Yeah? Well, maybe they woulda been if they hadn't all died tryin’ ta kill all the monsters.”

“What!?”

“Yup. Humans’re evil. Strong magic and a soul trait couldn't beat us. Now they're all dead. G'night.”

Red blew out the lamp and rolled over.

“Hey!” 

Red ignored Edge and tried to get comfortable on the floor mat unsuccessfully. Its thin design allowed them to be lightweight and easy to travel with, however, being easy luggage didn't mean comfortable. Like sleeping on a napkin-

“Ow!” Red yipped, hovering his hand over where Edge just kicked him in the back.

“But how? I thought you said a single human soul could defeat an entire monster army?” Edge questioned, clearly unsatisfied with the story’s ending.

‘Fuck it, he ain’t gonna let me sleep until he gets an answer.’ Red thought bitterly.

He rolled back over and said to him;

“Cuz they were already fighting among themselves that’s why. Couldn't stand each other already. Add another war on top of that mess and it just wipes them all out.”

Red’s glowing eyes find his brother’s in the dark 

“Monsters help each other. Humans don't do that. That's why we're still here.” 

He takes Edge’s silence for the end of the conversation. And a long night.

He shrugs off his parka and lays it over the both of them, the thick fur material giving them more insulation than the old blanket ever would.

“Get some sleep. The next post is farther up than the previous ones.” 

It’s still in the tent. The sound of the wind whistling is the only noise. The brothers find solace from the cold under their coverings. They drift off to sleep

[theshitmadefortpb]

I LOVE UR WORK!!!

I was wondering if you had any headcanon kink/fetishes/turn ons for Ricky and Julian?

hehe ty anon!!!! im happy you find some joy in it!!! lmk if you want anything written- i mean it when i say theres literally nothing i wont write. i wont judge <3 doesnt even have to be smut i just love writing so much!!!

and yea i got a few :3 this started out as 3 each anon but tbh i got sm more and sm other hcs

Ricky

canonically an ass man, but also loves necks. like he loves the idea of being able to just to grab onto Julian by the scruff of the neck and move him around- Julian pointed out ONE TIME that it reminded him of how animals carry around their babies and since then Ricky calls himself Julian’s ‘tamer’

speaking of names, he’s got a classic Daddy Kink; not in the romantic, shy girl type way (no shame there tho) but he loves the idea of Julian being utterly reliant on him; Ricky loves being able to provide Julian with anything, even if its as small as brushing Julian’s hair -> Taking care of Julian is his forte and hes proud of that

chains? some odd reason, though probably related to the neck thing, Ricky loves it whenever Julian wears a chain because it lets him yank Julian closer. it drives him fucking WILD to be able to control and manhandle Julian, especially even more so when Julian freaks out and goes lax

bit of puppy play/rough housing: Julian’s a big boy, so Ricky’s happy to let him clamber all over

brattiness: Ricky loves it whenever he gets a chance to remind Julian that he’s in charge, but he finds it cute (and H O T) when Julian does a little whininess and, “Noooooo :(“

edging and overstimulation- Ricky knows Julian’s limits and safewords, but he finds it insane when Julian’s begging him. In Ricky’s mind it’s just “he trusts me?!?? this much?!??”

Julian

certified Dog; he aint no puppy (though he does find it all gooey whenever Ricky coos at him like hes a puppy during aftercare) but he loves being able to bite and yip- its nice for him to have the outlet (lmk if yall want that written up)

temperature play and breath play???? fuck yes. he loves the idea of just giving up any remnants of control and giving it to Ricky. he knows hes safe to do whatever

Ricky’s body hair- he can’t recall when, but Julian finds himself all curled up often playing with the hair on Ricky’s chest and even sometimes rubbing his face into it. Ricky always finds it adorable when he’ll just be laying down on the bed and Julian nose dives into his upper chest (so far, Ricky’s working theory is that the texture combined with Ricky’s smell brings Julian the ‘fuzzies’)

feeling small: not in the agere way (that aint sexual, but i dont mind writing some agere if yall want :3) but just how Ricky is able to make him feel like a feather because of how handsy Ricky is

a tad bit of omorashi; Julian’s whole thing pretty much revolves around giving up control, so he’s happy to give up even simple things

let me know if u want some more, im always happy to write :3 ty anon <33

[burnt-tortellini]

Phillip Graves is cursed forever to sleep on a twin sized mattress (feat. soap)

aka line by line breakdown of twin size mattress by the front bottoms and how it relates to gravesoap because i made a joke about it on tiktok and i cant sleep

“this is for the lions living in the wiry broke down frames//of my friends bodies”

a key part of being in a non private military is that the people you’re surrounded with are literally stripped down to being a fighter and to their aggression and how good they are at killing people. having a genuine connection with anyone is hard when basic/SAS training guts you of most of your personality when youre on the job. the 141 in general are good examples of people who slip through the cracks but other examples of people who arent like that that theyre around is people who are part of pmcs like the shadow company who dont have SAS training exactly.

“when the flood water comes it aint gonna be clear//its gonna look like mud//but i will help you swim i will help you swim//im gonna help you swim”

one of the reasons i hc soap putting up with graves’ toxic behaviour is because he sees his past self in him. he sees the internalised homophobia and the self hatred and he wants to help because he knows from experience exactly whats coming, what itll look like and what he wished he had when he was going through it.

“this is for the snakes and the people they bite//for the friends ive made for the sleepless nights//for the warning signs ive completely ignored”

soaps aware hes getting hurt, hes aware that the most graves will let them be seen as is really close friends but hes also aware of the night hes spent lying awake wondering why he went back to graves’ room knowing hes wake up in his anyway. hes seen the warning signs and they are yet to stop him

“its no big surprise you turned out this way//when they closed thier eyes and prayed you would change//and they cut your hair and sent you away”

soap understands why graves is like this, he might not have grown up in southern America but he’s no stranger to the Christian culture surrounding being queer. the military is often seen as an escape from society or the people in your community, they might not have sent him away as such but they definitely pushed him in that direction

“you stopped by my house the night you escaped//with tears in my eyes i begged you to stay//you said ‘hey man, i love you, but no fucking way!’”

while graves’ betrayal was a complete shock to soap i think they both fantasise about what couldve happened if graves told soap beforehand. i personally think that if canon compliant graves ever did confess it was the night before he betrayed them because he knew it would be the last time

“im sure that we could find something for you to do on stage//maybe shake a tambourine or when i sing, you sing harmonies”

in an AU where soap finds out about the betrayal before it happens i think he would try and convince graves to stay and try to carve out a place for him in the 141 so he could switch sides despite them both knowing its not feasible

“it should’ve felt good but i can hear the jaws theme song//on repeat in that back of my mind”

in the lead up to the betrayal i think soap realised something was wrong, graves was making the most of their time together and trying to appreciate what they had while they had it but soap could sense something was wrong even though graves kept denying it

“make sure you kiss your knuckles before you punch me in the face//there are lessons to be learned//consequences for all the stupid things i say”

graves knows that soaps gonna be pissed, he knows hes ruined it and worst of all he knows that the anger soap shows him will he more emotion than graves ever gave him back

“and it is not big surprise you turned out this way//the spark in your eyes, the look on your face//i will not be blamed”

whatever soap thought he saw in graves is gone the second he betrays them. and then it hits him that this was always what was going to happen, this was always the plan and it kill him because he had to convince everyone (cough ghost cough) that they could trust him and he was wrong. thats gonna leave a stain on his reputation

“i wanna contribute to the chaos//i dont wanna watch and then complain//cause i am through with finding blame//that is a decision that i have made”

soap has a bit of a moment after the betrayal where he decides he either wants to never so much look at a man again or just become THE worst person ever when it comes to dating

“she hopes im cursed forever//to sleep on a twin-sized mattress//in somebody’s attic or basement my whole life//never graduating up in size to add another//and my nightmares will have nightmares every night”

soap is PRAYINGG for thjs mans downfall

[skylarmoon71]

Raphael (TMNT 2014/2016)- Oneshot

No one told you that crushing on someone would hit this hard. 

When it started it was purely because of your love for the arts. You always wanted to learn to fight. But your parents were protective. To them you were a delicate flower. You grew up a pretty sickly child. So when you were finally deemed a healthy individual, it was a life changer. You no longer had to limit activity or watch all the other kids run around as you stared from the sidelines. 

But they were still constantly worried. 

That’s why when you met the turtles, of course you never said a word to them. If your parents knew that there were large mutant ninja turtles out there, surely they would never let you leave home. 

New York was messed up enough. 

The second you realized that these crime fighters were experts in self defense and awesome butt kicking, you basically begged them to help you learn. After your constant pestering, Leo finally gave in. Splinter was sort of happy to have a new little apprentice. It had been a while since he was able to really teach. His sons have grown into incredible fighters. 

Excelled. 

So for your first day of training, you were decked down in shorts and a t- shirt, ready for anything. 

“Remember Raph she’s a beginner so you have to-” 

Raph kicked your feet from under you, and you tumbled with a grunt. He just smirked. 

“Gotta be ready for anything.” 

“Raph!!” Leo protested. 

He should have known better than to expect Raph of all people to be a patient teacher. You pulled yourself to your feet, this time ready for anything he was about to dish out. 

Since today was Raph’s to teach you, the others were told to look on and give pointers where needed. By the end of the session, you were sore in places you didn’t even think possible. You had a test to study for this week that you had an inkling feeling you would need to cram for because there was no way you would be able to even pick up a book when you got home. 

Leo had given you pointers on improvements, Mikey flashed a grin giving you a pat on the back. Donnie slipped you some books to study on to help with technique and form. They’d all pretty much dispersed to enjoy the rest of the day until patrol. As you were packing, Raph was at the side removing his gloves. He caught the slight wince you made as you bent to lift your bag. You caught his stare from the side, and you played it off, straightening the best you could without looking like you were in pain. 

“Today was a piece of cake.” You boasted. 

Raph grinned. 

“I knew ya were tough.” 

You turn to him. This was possibly the first time someone had said that to you. 

“Leo’s big on taking it easy but sometimes ya need a push. Guess ya aint that weak for a girl.” 

He was still wearing that overconfident smile. You knew he was teasing. But it was flattering. Although he was basically taunting you, he believed that you had the ability to handle it. He wasn’t overly harsh today either. He’d applied just enough force that you had to put in effort to retaliate every attack. 

“Don’t get ya butt kicked tomorrow.” 

He tossed you an ice pack that you caught clumsily, looking at his retreating figure. 

Maybe that was the first time that you knew you had a crush on the hot tempered male. 

Your sessions continued. 

The first few months were brutal. Because of all the inactivity as a child, it felt like you had to fight even harder to catch up physically. But you made it. In the span of eight months, you were just as skilled as the boys. Of course lacking the inhumane strength and crazy awesome build. But you were there.

You were strong. It was a bit comical that your parents had not caught on. When your mother noticed the tone in your biceps, you’d merely told her you were in the gym to stay fit to prevent any issues for the future. She ate it up, so you were in the clear. 

Meeting the boys was quite honestly the best thing to happen in your life. You were also very happy to see a certain muscular mutant on a daily basis. 

Later that afternoon you were expecting Raph. 

You were always happy that your parents finally agreed to let you live on your own. You loved that they cared so much, but you spent too much of your life being treated like a glass that would break at any moment. You sat at the window, waiting for Raph to just swing in. You were honestly a bit happy he hadn’t caught on to your feelings. 

If he did, you were scared that these days would somehow just vanish. 

“Daydreaming again.” 

You lifted your head, and he was just casually standing on your fire escape. 

“How do you keep doing that? I didn’t even hear you jump down.” 

“Ninja.” 

“Of course.” 

You stood to raise the window a bit higher so he could climb in, but there was a knock on your door and you stumbled. You grabbed the curtains.

“Don't make a sound.” You said to Raph, shutting the curtains hurriedly. 

“Coming!” 

You raced to the door. Not even surprised when your mother was on the other side. 

“Hi sweetheart.”

She didn’t even wait for you to invite her in and you closed the door with a sigh. 

“Are you eating well, taking your vitamins? You know how important that is.” 

“I am mom.” 

“Don’t give me that look. You know how hard it was for us when you were younger. Being that sick all the time, it was terrifying. I just want to make sure you’re alright.” 

“I know, I know. I promise you I’m okay. I’m as fit as a horse.” You flexed for good measure and she laughed. 

“Well that’s good. I just came by to drop some things. Your father has been doing a bit of spring cleaning. “ She placed the bag down, giving your apartment one more look. “ 

“If you ever get lonely just let me know. Ms. Laine has two handsome boys that would love to-” 

“Bye mom!!” 

“Okay, okay, I can tell when I’m not wanted.” 

Leaving a kiss on your forehead, she waved, shuffling out the door. You placed your head on the door with a heavy sigh. At this point you shouldn’t even be surprised that she’s playing matchmaker. 

“Ya mom sounds fun.” 

You jumped at his voice, turning and sending him a glare. 

“Don’t do that! 

He just grinned, moving back to the window, fixing the curtains that had gotten blown around when he stepped in. 

“Ya used to be sick?” 

It’s a question that lacks the typical Raph teasing tone.

Of course he heard. 

Now that the cat was out of the bag, you had no choice but to tell him. 

“I had a heart condition. Doctors said I wouldn’t live to see fifteen. My parents were scared every time they looked at me. When I finally got the transplant I thought I would feel normal but they are just more overprotective. When I started college last fall I had a little more freedom. I wanted a chance to prove that I wasn’t weak. Then I met you guys.” 

You smile as you both stare out at the sunset from your spot next to the window. You climb up, sitting there comfortably. Raph moves to your side, doing the same. 

“You were the first person who ever told me that I wasn’t weak. Who never looked at me like I was some kind of fragile glass. You believed in me.” Your eyes shift to Raph’s and he takes in the way your eyes sort of sparkle.

“Thank you for believing in me.” 

He looked down after a few heated seconds.

“Don’t go getting soft.” He grumbled. 

It was cute how bashful he was being. 

As you both sat on the window sill, your eyes shifted to his hand. This was possibly the closest you’d been to him with just the two of you outside of training. Swallowing your doubt, you reached over slowly, placing your hand over his. You could feel yourself blushing, and Raph became tense at the touch. Your heart was hammering against your chest. If you could take a million harsh tumble for eight months, you could tell the person you were crushing on how you felt. 

“I..like you Raph..” 

It was barely above a whisper. 

Raph just stared for a while.  

He shook it off. 

“What, like ya got a crush on me.” 

He let out a laugh as if he didn’t really believe you and your face scrunched up in irritation. 

“D-Don’t laugh, I'm being serious!!” 

He shook his head.

“Come on, quit messing with me.” 

He pulled his hand away and nudged your shoulder. Your frown deepened, and you turned, jumping back into your bedroom. When you were safely inside, you shoved Raph out the window. He let out a yell, grabbing the edge just in time before he took a tumble. It wasn’t that bad a fall. You knew that. 

“What's the big idea!!” 

He pulled himself up the ledge with one hand, climbing inside. 

“G-Get out I don’t want to see your stupid face!!” 

“What the hell are you so mad about!” 

“I poured out my feelings and you sat there and laughed at me!!” 

He had to admit, your pouty face was cute.

“Stupid jerk.” You grumbled. 

From your expression, he knows you’re upset. So he decides against teasing again and he just asks this time. 

“Ya really mean it.” 

“Of course I did, do you think I would just say something like that?” 

You were mad, but when you look at his expression, that seems to deflate. His expression added to a steady increase of your heart rate. He took one step, and you could have sworn you almost stopped breathing. 

“Ya sure ya know what you’re getting yourself into.” 

You swallow. 

It appears you did not. 

“I-I’m not scared of you, remember. We’re equals.” 

You’re far from equal. 

Raph has crazy mutagen running through his veins. 

“We are.” His words surprise you. 

“I know I got a clear advantage, but ya strong. Don’t forget that.” 

You can’t believe it. He’s actually praising someone other than himself. 

“Are you sure you’re feeling okay?” 

“Just take the compliment!!” 

You smile. 

“Thanks Raph.” 

He turns with a grumble.

“Whatever.” 

This crush might be a work in progress.

[dirkspanelcollection]

all pages of pozzol broyer from vast error.... (pwetty pweaseeeee🥺🥺🥺🥺) (you dont know who i am) (please...)

i know who you are edo...... i was gonna do this anyways but since you asked so nicely /j

EVERY PAGE POZZOL BROYER FROM VAST ERROR IS IN

plus dialogue

PART ONE

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from page 937

from page 947

ELLSEE: ThΣrΣ's no anglΣs¡¡¡¡ Just thΣ full honΣst truth¡¡¡¡¡¡ELLSEE: I don't ΣvΣn know what a liΣ is¡¡¡¡¡¡ELLSEE: WΣ abolishΣd thosΣ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡ ThΣy'rΣ illΣgal now¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡ POZZOL: abolished EH?POZZOL: begging THE pardon OF my INHOSPITABLE intrusionPOZZOL: BUT my POSSE and I have BEEN told DIFFERENTLY

from page 948

ELLSEE: Oh¡¡¡¡ Loving thΣ... sΣvΣrΣd hand¡¡¡¡ Stylish¡¡¡¡¡¡ELLSEE: ΣxtrΣmΣly chic, rΣally cool. POZZOL: went OUT and EARNED it MYSELF in THE name OF the RAWED brothers DOCTRINE

POZZOL: a TROPHY of MY victory AGAINST these SOCIETAL injustices THE unnurtured TRY and STUFF down OUR crusty HAMHOLES

POZZOL: but IT doesnt MEAN too MUCH to ME if YOURE speaking SOME hard TRUTHS or NOT ELLSEE: Right¡¡¡¡ I'm surΣ you havΣ your rΣasons for your... viΣwpoints. POZZOL: so IF abolishment IS on THE two ABOVES table

POZZOL: WHY dont YOU take THIS sweet TIME you HAVE with US to UNPUZZLE a FEW of OUR maddened INQUIRIES about IT ELLSEE: Y-yΣah¡¡¡¡ SurΣ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡ELLSEE: What kind of quΣstions do you havΣ¿¿¿¿ POZZOL: if I were TO ask ONE thing

POZZOL: AND only ONE thing

POZZOL: WELL

POZZOL: i FEEL as THOUGH i SPEAK for THE entire CREED of MY age OLD mirthamaniac HEELS and FACES when I pose ON you THIS

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POZZOL: whats IT gonna LOOK like

POZZOL: WHEN you BLEED

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from page 1023

TALALD: wowie zowie!!!!!!!!!!! that whole thing was exhilarating!!!! POZZOL: well I suppose WHEN youre RIGHT you TEND to BE right MISSUS dirty CLAY

from page 1024

TALALD: i cant believe it!!!!!! this is all really working!!!!!! i mean i knew it was going to work but the fact that its still working puts me in stitches!!!! TALALD: i didnt even know what ed meant by reconnaissanceing the stronghold until now, but we should definitely do it again sometime if these are the results!!!!!

POZZOL: and WHAT results THEY decided TO be

POZZOL: FOR a CHANGE i THINK you GOT more THAN one REASON to BE a LITTLE boisterous OVER something TALALD: and youre just happy we had steamed hams in the city and you got to smash that one red guys face into the counter and take his hand arent you????? POZZOL: HE got MY triple DECKER order FENANGLED all OVER the PLACEPOZZOL: was THE only FAIR trade OFF if YOURE asking ME TALALD: he didnt work there though!!!! our food materializes through the power of automated paste science thingies!!!! thats what the sign said :ooo POZZOL: surprised YOU remembered EVEN that MUCH of THE picture

POZZOL: BUT it AINT like WE didnt GET granted A fast PASS out OF the GREASEPAN on BOTH occasions

POZZOL: MADE me EXPEL a FEW wasted GRACES on OUR sour LIFEBOUND soulfriend BUT i NEVER once DOUBTED your EXCEPTIONAL guesstimation SKILLS

POZZOL: least NOW shes GOT something TO chew ON until OUR joint PROPHECY gnaws AT her TALALD: big als real good at keeping things in check!!! TALALD: wed have been pancaked just like that guys face if he hadnt zooped us out of there!!! heehee!!!!!! POZZOL: WHY dont YOU go ON and TAKE your VERBAL jingle OVER yonder TO ring THEM in FOR us TALALD: are we really good??? did we really really really really really make it without tripping in our skipping?!?!?!?! POZZOL: SEEMS more THAN solid WERE you TO be GETTING my SENSE of IT all

from page 1025

POZZOL: LETS bring ON the CAVALRY

from page 1032

NEILNA: |yo|ringleader| POZZOL: lay IT on ME strongarm

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POZZOL: looks LIKE she PUT up QUITE the SCUFFLE amongst YOU KEIKSI: She doesn't re@lly listen to re@son, sir!! KEIKSI: I me@n, you told us th@t if she disobeys we should pin her down... right? @A@ POZZOL: i SUPPOSE that WAS indeed THE case WASNT it

POZZOL: QUITE the TASK to ASK of YOU two ALL things CONSIDERING

POZZOL: now BACK to YOUR stations BOTH of YOU

POZZOL: i WANT all ENTRANCES on FULL lockdown FOR this ONE you HEAR

POZZOL: if I find ANOTHER regulator HIDING in WAIT to LET more MATCH picks LOOSE then ITS bound TO be YOU and ME after THE juniors BOUT NEILNA: |what about|her boss| POZZOL: she AINT your FUCKING problem

POZZOL: THIS is ON me NEILNA: |aight then|we'll bounce|

from page 1034

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from page 1035

POZZOL: YOU got DRY eyes THIS time YOUNGBLOOD

POZZOL: guess YOU know BETTER by NOW

POZZOL: or MAYBE you ONLY understand WHAT pains TAUGHT you TO avoid

from page 1036

POZZOL: SO why DONT you TELL me

POZZOL: TO what ENDS do YOU believe THAT running DOES your HIDE any GOOD here

POZZOL: YOU cant BE thinking THAT youd JUST scurry ON up AND leave US TAZ: ~...~ POZZOL: GUESS you DONT gotta SAY much EITHER way

POZZOL: THERE aint NO marks OF tears STAINING your CHEEKS but TO me THERES a BLEMISH much MORE investing TO witness

POZZOL: THE way YOU hide THE active BLESSING she GRACED you WITH

POZZOL: shame STILL radiates OFF you LIKE a FESTERING ailment YOU cant SHAKE

POZZOL: the SIGIL of THE fortmistress WEIGHS heavy DONT it TAZ: ~please jus+ le+ me go.~

from page 1037

POZZOL: you REALLY think THERES anything WAITING for YOU out THERE kid?

POZZOL: THAT eventually SOMEONE is GONNA end UP dropping WHAT theyre DOING just FOR your SAKE? because THEY think THEY know WHO you ARE?

POZZOL: feel THAT theyll EVER cheer YOUR name THE same WAY we DO in HERE?

POZZOL: there AINT nothing UNCONDITIONAL like THAT beyond THESE here RINGS freshmeat

from page 1038

POZZOL: YOURE only ACCEPTED so LONG as YOURE placated AND restrained POZZOL: YOU were NOT made FOR them POZZOL: THE bountiful AND the UNGRATEFUL POZZOL: you DONT fit THIS carbon COPY mold THE folks UP in THE big TOP wanted YOU squeezed IN from THE second YOU popped OUTTA the REDUPLICATOR POZZOL: the FORTMISTRESS? she ENSURED you HAD a PLACE where YOU belonged POZZOL: SHE handcrafted YOUR name AND made DAMN sure YOU had SOMEPLACE to GO POZZOL: lotta GOOD people INCLUDING myself MADE sure HER will WAS carried OUT POZZOL: if THEY hadnt GIVEN you OVER we WOULDVE laid WASTE to THAT faux SHELTER they THINK amasses ANYTHING close TO the UTOPIA this PLANET used TO be POZZOL: ALL for HER word POZZOL: ALL for YOU tazsia POZZOL: YOURE this WORLDS heel POZZOL: THE folks WANDERING about OUT there WITH their THINKSTUBS so FAR up THEIR own BACKEND wont SEE who YOU really ARE POZZOL: they CANT comprehend YOUR purpose AND they SHOULDNT try TO POZZOL: you WERE made TO be FEARED POZZOL: so WHY are YOU so AFRAID of WHO you REALLY are? POZZOL: ANSWER that FOR me WHENEVER you FIGURE it OUT POZZOL: and DONT worry POZZOL: IM a PATIENT man TAZ: ~...~

from page 1039

POZZOL: FOR now YOU have A gauntlet TO run THROUGH POZZOL: easy PICKINGS for THE fortraiser TO be POZZOL: YKNOW i REALLY dont LIKE to INFLATE the WHOLE situation POZZOL: BUT youre ACTUALLY so FUCKING lucky POZZOL: THERE was A life PLAN set OUT for YOU from THE start POZZOL: YOU didnt EVEN have TO figure OUT the TRUTH on YOUR lonesome POZZOL: WISH i HAD a SITUATION like YOURS growing UP POZZOL: took ME far TOO long TO get IT POZZOL: deadlock LAID the GROUNDWORK all DOWN for YOU to RISE up POZZOL: FOLLOW the RIGHT steps AND wipe SOME nasty LOWBLOODED soul SAP off YOUR face POZZOL: AND you GOT it MADE POZZOL: loyalty TO the CAUSE is ALL it TAKES POZZOL: you SHOULD be HAPPY TAZ: ~wha+ if i don+ wan+ +o be~ POZZOL: begging YOUR illmade PARDON TAZ: ~wha+ if +his isn+ wha+ i wan+~ TAZ: ~wha+ if i +ry +o run again~ POZZOL: then THATS gonna BE your PROBLEM POZZOL: ive BEEN very UNDERSTANDING so FAR tazsia POZZOL: BUT you REALLY think THIS is ABOUT what YOU want INSTEAD of WHAT this PLACE needs? POZZOL: YOUR ancestor FIGURED that SHIT out BECAUSE she HAD people LIKE me AROUND her TO keep EVERYONE in LINE POZZOL: and IF you KEEP this LITTLE rebellious STREAK of YOURS up AND going FOR very LONG POZZOL: if YOU dare TO defy HER wishes

from page 1040

POZZOL: THEN you CAN expect TO have SOME goddamn SENSE beaten INTO you REAL quick

POZZOL: OR youre GONNA die A disappointment

POZZOL: EITHER way IS fine BY me

from page 1050

POZZOL: its RARE form TO see YOU so LOST in THOUGHT during THE sport

POZZOL: MAKES one WONDER if YOUR heart IS really INTO all THE carnage VILCUS

from page 1051

VILCUS: 〈« far as i'm concerned, our hearts have always been in different places. »〉

POZZOL: befitting OF an ELDER brother

POZZOL: LESS so OF a CURRENT speaker

VILCUS: 〈« you're sayin' that as though you'd ever let me speak as i pleased. »〉

POZZOL: IT does US all A load OF good WHEN you STICK to THE assigned SCRIPT

POZZOL: as ONE might BE able TO misconstrue INTENTIONS otherwise

POZZOL: MY thoughts ON the MATTER are IMPARTIAL

VILCUS: 〈« so i've heard. »〉

POZZOL: and SO youd HEAR even BETTER if YOU bit YOUR tongue WHEN necessary

VILCUS: 〈« 'nd what's your angle with that, then? »〉

POZZOL: A simple SMATTERING of INTRIGUE sauced UP with A little EXTRA musing

POZZOL: VAGUELY wondering AS to WHAT exactly MIGHT not HAVE interested YOU in TONIGHTS set

POZZOL: SOME of THESE small BLESSINGS are GOING to BECOME genuine ARTICLES within THE next COUPLE of SWEEPS

POZZOL: the LITTLE poemme PERFORMED admirably AND snagged MORE than A fistful OF trophies

POZZOL: AND yet WHEN you LOOK at HER your VOICE rings HOLLOW

POZZOL: even AS the CROWD bursts WITH the ADRENALINE you SHOOT up INTO their SPIRITS

POZZOL: whenever YOUR eyes LAND on HER i CAN feel THE chucklevoodoo FADING

POZZOL: why IS that

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POZZOL: SECRETS only EVER last FOR so LONG vilcus POZZOL: YOURS lasted A healthy TWO sweeps POZZOL: IT impresses ME still POZZOL: I wonder WHAT it WAS that YOU told HER POZZOL: what YOU pawned OFF under YOUR two-faced GUISE of TRUTH POZZOL: in FULL honesty AT first MY instinct WASNT to PUNISH you POZZOL: IT was SIMPLY to FIND out WHY from HER POZZOL: why TO this DAY she STILLS feels THAT others WILL liberate HER

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from page 1060

POZZOL: but THEN i DID a LITTLE digging

POZZOL: AND it CHANGED my PERSPECTIVE

POZZOL: granted THAT in THE end A day LIKE this WAS always BOUND to COME

POZZOL: i NOTICED you WERE lacking WILL from THE moment I stepped UNDER the RIGID carny TEETH that WELCOMES us ALL

POZZOL: and IT aint LIKE its HER fault THAT you GAVE her IDEAS which FURTHER warped HER already DENTED sensibilities

POZZOL: THAT she COULD ever FIND common GROUND with SOME garish OFF shade OF bronze

POZZOL: BUT it TURNS out THAT you WERE never REALLY all TALK all THE time WITH no BITE like I once THOUGHT

POZZOL: you REALLY believed EVERY single WORD that YOU said DIDNT you

POZZOL: AND not ONLY that

POZZOL: YOU carried IT out IN practice

POZZOL: RENEWING your SKIN vows WITH a RUSTIE who NEVER even KNEW your TRUE squandered COLORS

POZZOL: shouldve SEEN the LOOK on HIS face WHEN we BUSTED down THE door

POZZOL: THE sweat AND tears POURING down HIS cheeks

POZZOL: THE way HIS heart ALMOST burst

POZZOL: BEFORE i BURST his CHEST open FOR him VILCUS: 〈« FUCK YOU. »〉 POZZOL: I want TO remember THIS

POZZOL: and I want YOU to REMEMBER it TOO VILCUS: 〈« SO, WHAT? I COMMIT THIS "SIN" YOU FIND SO EGREGIOUS AND YOU WON'T EVEN FUCKING KILL ME LIKE I KNOW YOU'VE ALWAYS WANTED? »〉 VILCUS: 〈« YOU FUCKING COWARD. »〉 POZZOL: i DONT need TO do ANYTHING

POZZOL: by THE time YOU step OUT of HERE

POZZOL: their BLOOD and YOUR face WILL be DOING all OF the TALKING for ME

POZZOL: the OTHERS will DECIDE your FATE past THAT

POZZOL: its OF no CONSEQUENCE to ME

POZZOL: ive ALREADY relished IN the SMALL drops OF satisfaction YOU allowed ME to HAVE during OUR acquaintance

from page 1061

POZZOL: IF only MOMENTS like THESE lasted A little LONGERPOZZOL: right BROTHER?

from page 1065

POZZOL: IM genuinely IMPRESSED with YOUR drive TO act IN this SITUATION

POZZOL: to COME to ME after WHATS all SAID and DONE

POZZOL: announcing THAT youre WILLING to TAKE on EVERYTHING theyve SO distastefully ACCRUED in THEIR stead

POZZOL: TO be FEELING that THIS is A burden I would LET you BEAR just BECAUSE you MADE some GRAND gesture OF ill FITTED loyalty TAZ: ~I+'s a par+ of +he code.~ TAZ: ~You +augh+ me how +his works.~ TAZ: ~+he only way +o absolve +he sins of one associa+ed wi+h +he dark congrega+ion is +o wash i+ away in blood.~ TAZ: ~Be i+ in a +ransferral of +heir vice or in +heir dea+h.~ TAZ: ~+ha+'s +he only way you can be freed from +his place.~ TAZ: ~And +hey're gone.~ TAZ: ~+heir blood is lingering on my fucking skin.~ TAZ: ~+ha+'s +he impuri+y you feel so s+rongly abou+.~ TAZ: ~Bu+ i+'s MINE now.~ TAZ: ~+hose are +he rules.~ POZZOL: LEMME go AHEAD and TELL you SOMETHING for POSTERITY

POZZOL: the THING about RULES is THAT they AINT what SOME would CALL ironclad

POZZOL: RULES only STAY in PLACE as LONG as THERES a SILENT majority WILLING to FOLLOW them

POZZOL: OR someone UPTOP whos INVESTED in PRACTICING a BOUT of ENFORCING

POZZOL: you FOLLOWING?

POZZOL: ill GIVE it THAT you GOT a WIDE set OF pheromonal SACKS to STEP up TO me AND try TO sell A couple CRISPY licks IN my DIRECTION

POZZOL: got ME to LISTEN to SOMETHING i REALLY have NO business IN hearing OUT

POZZOL: the WHOLE ordeal IS veryPOZZOL: CUTE

POZZOL: for LACKING in OTHER words TO describe HOW this IS all SHAKING down RIGHT in FRONT of MY eyesPOZZOL: BUT the ONLY thing KEEPING me AWAY from YOU

POZZOL: from THEM

POZZOL: and FROM your LITTLE bronzeblooded BOYTOY

POZZOL: is MY own RESTRAINT

POZZOL: i RESPECT the FACT that YOU actually FELT strongly ABOUT something FOR once AND stood YOUR ground THOUGH

POZZOL: and WITH such CREATIVITY tooPOZZOL: SO alrightPOZZOL: IF you WANNA talk RULES

POZZOL: lets SET a FEW up AS a BASELINE

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POZZOL: you WANNA get OUT of HERE so BAD?

POZZOL: then YOU earn IT like EVERYONE else

POZZOL: YOU go PRO

POZZOL: when WE call YOU come RUNNING

POZZOL: when WE say JUMP you ASK on WHOS head

POZZOL: WHEN we GIVE you SOME poor FUCK we WANT gone FROM this PLANET you DISPOSE of THEM TAZ: ~So...~ TAZ: ~every+hing I've already been doing, +hen?~ TAZ: ~If +his is a deal, I don'+ really unders+and wha+ you ge+ ou+ of i+.~ POZZOL: i DONT always HAVE to GET something MATERIAL to FEEL content IN my ACTIONS

POZZOL: sometimes THE knowledge OF the SITUATION is ENOUGH to KEEP ones INTEREST alivePOZZOL: AND i LIKE knowing THAT even WHEN youre OUT of SIGHT

POZZOL: you STILL belong HERE TAZ: ~Are +hose your only +erms?~ TAZ: ~You won'+ do any+hing else so long as I'm s+ill chained +o +he sec+?~ POZZOL: i SHOULDNT have TO do ANYTHING else

POZZOL: BECAUSE what ALL of THIS shows ME

POZZOL: is WHAT makes YOU scaredPOZZOL: WHAT keeps YOU from YOUR true POTENTIAL

POZZOL: your HEATHEN mentor ACTUALLY taught ME a LITTLE something TOO over THE course OF all THIS insubordination AND tall TALK

POZZOL: its THAT whenever YOU think SOMETHING can LAST forever

POZZOL: IT always ENDS up RUINED by THOSE who WANT it THE most

POZZOL: SO why ARE you SO willing TO fight FOR that?

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POZZOL: what I would LIKE to BE getting IS your REPORT on THE situation

POZZOL: HOW did YOU tango WITH that MEGAPHONE mouthed MUTANTBLOOD TALALD: i did just what you asked!!! TALALD: sure enough my lil bopper has put him to rest!!! TALALD: he's going to be sleeping like a little grub swaddled in osmosis goo!!! TALALD: all nice and tuckered out :))) POZZOL: youPOZZOL: WERE supposed TO kill HIM TALALD: huh????? POZZOL: bitch AM i RIGHT up AND standing BEFORE you WRITING out VOCAL passages IN pretext

POZZOL: I told YOU to FUCKING slaughter HIM TALALD: hmmmmmm nope! i dont think you did!! TALALD: i think i would have known what you meant if you were using a secret code!!! im the one who actually memorized the signals yknow pozzy puff! TALALD: tap means bitty bopper! rest means lil bopper! play means big bopper! TALALD: kill isnt even a real word probably!!! TALALD: you and your crew have such a weird way of talking about really simple stuff!

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hi is it okay if i request kaeya becoming soft for u when u wear his big blue hoodie please?

Soft kaeya>>>

Modern AU (i dont think hoodies were invented in teyvat yet so) Kaeya x reader

Summary: While having a movie marathon with your lover, Kaeya, you felt uncomfortable in your clothing so you decided to change into something more comfortable

As empty champagne drinkware littered the coffee table, you and your darling kaeya were having a movie marathon. It was a Friday, and the two of you were watching [favorite movie] and these clothes you were wearing were uncomfortable to say the least. "Kaeya darling could you loosen your arm around my waist? I'm going to change into something more comfortable..." you mumbled to him.

"Oh?" he raised an eyebrow. "I'm sure if you took off all those layers, you'd be way more comfortable with my hand wrapped around your skin." what a flirt...you flushed and quickly ran to the closet to find something to change into so you two could get back to cuddling and watching movies.

Scanning your clothing, nothing seemed good. All the good clothes were already worn in the past few days and were all in the laundry bin. you looked on the other side of the walk-in closet, scanning kaeya's clothes. your eye caught on to one of his (rather many) blue hoodies, this one matching his hair color. you went to feel the fabric, and holy fuck it was s o f t.

You quickly changed into it burning your awful and uncomfortable clothing you had just worn too, and headed out to the living room where kaeya was sipping on another glass of Death After Noon. Hearing your footsteps, he turned around, gazing at his your clothing which you just changed into.

"Oh honey, if you wanted me around you so bad, you could've just asked.." He teased you as you walked back into his warm embrace. "Stop teasing me before i change." you shot back, glaring at him. "Well aren't you feisty today," he hummed and grinned at you suddenly, with pleading eyes. "forgive me won't you love? oh! just this once!" (kinda imagine him saying this in an over dramatic voice) he begged you, slowly snaking his arms around you again. Fuck. that was hot and cute at the same time.

Sighing in defeat you hug him back. "Give me a kiss then." you requested, but before you could even process, he was sprinkling kisses on you and holding you in a tight embrace. You laughed as he started to tickle you, and you hit him lightly(in a joking manner-also, you're ticklish and if u arent then uh idk pretend ur laughing because of how lovely your boy kaeya is at these warm times).

"You can stop now!" you giggled, "Youre tipping too many kisses!" (did that make sense? cuz yk..kaeya's like tipping u cuz u only asked for one but he gave u more?..ill stop now)

"I love you so much y/n" he whispered in your ear, you could practically hear the hearts in his eyes. "I love you even more kaeya." you smiled as you patted him on the back (he cried a bit while hugging u but he aint gonna tell u that so i will).

God he loved you so much. You were the best thing that ever happened to him. And you loved him just as much, if not more.

Needless to say, you both enjoyed the night cuddling close together on the sofa.

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Bro fr lost his wallet lmao

Fic by I

‼️Art at the end‼️

The mayor looked under his bed, under his sheets, around his vaults, yet nothing. He groaned in despair. "I can't find it!" Shelbourne yelled out. He stomped around his room trying to find his wallet. He was getting ready for bed, when he wanted to count his cash again, only to find that his wallet went missing. He was dressed in his monkey pajamas, his face red with frustration. "Gaah, where did that thing go?!" He groaned again. "I swore I left it in my suit pocket!" He grabbed his suit and looked inside, only to find nothing. As he searched and searched, he heared scratching at the door. "Uuugh.." He knew exactly who it was. "Dont do that Gil, these doors aint cheap, yknow??" He exclaimed.

He went and opened the door, and he was greeted by his werewolf son. He held one of his own Sardinee Babies plush in his mouth, panting in excitement. "Dad! I was wondering if you could-" Gil blabbered with the toy in his mouth. "Im not playing fetch with you again" He immediately uttered. Gil dropped the toy in sadness. "Ooh cmoon..! Just this once!" He begged. Shelbourne was about to scold him for being so childish, but he then remembered something. "Okay.. maybe Ill do it.." He slowly said. Gil sprung in happiness. He lowered his head and grabbed the toy again, chewing it to make it squeak. "On one condition.." Shelbourne raised his finger. Gil's tail beat the floor as it wagged, he tilted his head as he awaited his condition.

"Find my wallet for me" Shelbourne said. "Your wallet?" Gil asked. "Yes, its not in my suit.." Shelbourne pointed at the suit on the floor. Gil dropped his toy once again and pranced into the room. He immediately went for the suit. He dug his black nose into the suit's pockets, sniffing profusely into them. Shelbourne watched as Gil did his thing. Gil caught a small whiff of leather, which was what his dad's wallet was made of. He sniffed around the floor to find any smell of leather. "Not.. here.." He said inbetween his profuse sniffing. He then sniffed a single spot that had a strong odor. He huffed and raised his head at the bedroom door. He rushed out the room. "Wait Gil!!" Shelbourne ran behind him, desperate for his wallet.

Gil sniffed heavily for that leathery odor again, trying his best to hunt for the wallet. He was met with the bathroom door. Shelbourne caught up with his son, see as he sniffed around the bathroom. He smelled the bathtub, the toilet, and even the sink, but nothing. Then, he smelt the air. He turned his head onto the bathroom's laundry basket. Gil winced at the basket. "Whats the holdup??" Shelbourne questioned. "Laundry.." He said, holding his nose. "Well? Go get it!" Shelbourne pointed to the basket. Gil sighed and made his way to the basket. He covered his nose and dug through the basket with one hand. He then felt something flick past his claws. He gasped and dove his head into the basket, not caring about the foul smell.

He came back up with his dad's wallet, stuffed in his mouth. "Found it!" Gil yelped in happiness. "Ewgh Gil, not like that!" Shelbourne was grossed out by the saliva coating his precious wallet. "Oh, hehe.. whoops" He chuckled. He spat out the wallet and used his sleeve to rub away the saliva. "Here you go mayor-dad!" He handed the wallet to his dad. Shelbourne hugged it close to his chest, almost cherishing it more than his son. "I thought I lost you.." Shelbourne quietly said under his breath. Gil's ear flicked, having heard what he said. He frowned, but he remembered something. "Mayor-daaad.." Gil said in a sing-songy voice. "What?" Shelbourne said, mad about being disturbed from caressing his wallet. "The favor??" He said, leaning closer to his dad. Due to his size in werewolf form, he very slightly surpassed his dad's height. Shelbourne remembered that he made that promise. "Oouh.. Aaalright, just this once.. go get your Sardinee Baby" He sighed in regret. Gil yapped and ran on his fours to fetch the toy, ready for a whole night of back-and-fourth fetching.

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[theuniverseawakens347]

You get body augmentations on the bottom half and miss the most VITAL PART OF A WORKING LEG and go straight to high light the ass cheeks only - YOU WANA BE A SLUT YOU WANA BE SEEN FOR BUTT N TITS N DICK SUCKING LIPS = YO BED GAME SUCK - A NIGGA HIT WHEN HE BORED NEED A EGO BOOST .. CANT squeeze a clip right now might just go bust a bottom tear bitch the rest of the team “can’t touch” bc they prolly don’t like A FOR EVERYBODY SLUT YOU JUST NUTTED IN - YOU STILL THE LAME HO ON THE TEAM ..

Since Yal relate yo HO life to money n sex

Noah decorsi .. I BUSTED YOU DOWN ONE TIME. KEY WORD I.

You begged since 5th grade ( it’s gon seem raunchy writing this and the wrong ones gon slide on the “she a ho” - THE NIGGAS WHO CANT HIT BUT LIED TO FIT IN JUSTIN OF LONDON)

That’s 2006 … 5th grade. I BUSTED YOU DOWN IN MY BACK SEAT 2018 end of April … ONE TIME - A BITCH WANTED DICK AND MY USUAL BUSS WASNT AROUND ALSO MY EX WAS NAGGIN - THE NIGGA TRAITS IN ME W DISCIPLINE.. YOU a familiar nigga in a time a bitch was on a path caught between old life and entering a new phase .. - 6 MONTHS NO SEX W MY EX .. 🤷‍♀️

IIT WAS A ONE TIME BUSS MY NUTT .. nigga wasn’t equipped for a round two so I dropped you off at your spot also I CAME FOR ONE NUT. Tf YOU TRYNA TRAP A BITCH CAUSE YOU FINALLY GOT TO LICK 🤢 NO. IM GOOD. .. - YOU FEIN FOR PUSSY THE WAY YOU FEIN FOR DRUGS

( also we 23/24 here next time YOU ALMOST got it ( for the same reason) im pushing 25 - the brain FULLY DEVELOPS- A BITCH WHO DONT DO DRUGS AND WHY I TURNED YO ASS DOWN AND WENT STRAIGHT TO TRISTAN BEFORE YOU EVEN TRIED TO FUCKING RAPE ME ON SOME “let’s smoke n “chill” - NAW NIGGA ILL SMOKE BUT MY SISTER W ME CAUSE YOU BEING A CREEP WHO CANT TAKE NO FOR A ANSWER - NOW YOU ROBBING ME $3000 CAUSE YOU FEEL LAME AND PLAYED .. but I played you how you Justin of London play bitches sexually and my nigga pockets financially then try n pimp him ur torn up pass around sand paper coochie bitches you pumped STDs n babies into SO YAL COULD GET HIM VULNERABLE TO PASS ME TO YOU - VINCENT DAUSTIN NO NIGGA .. Stephen was something different after Tristan - a 3 Buss down WHO LOOK LIKE T CAUSE T TOO CHICKEN TO COME TALK TO A REAL BITCH - ALSO IM SETTING YOU NIGGAS UP FOR MURDER ON THE BACK END FOR KILLING MY FAMILY FOR FUCKTARK LEE GARLINGTON USING MY COLLEGE EX IAN MCDOWELL AND TRISTANS “BESTIES” NOAH DECORSI ( jealous over pussy and Ian) AND JUSTIN OF FUCKTARD MAC N KILO GRIMY ASSES KILL THE TEAM FOR RENT N CAR NOTE MONEY TO FLEX ON A EAZY THROW A COMPLIMENT BITCH WHO ALSO TRYNA SET YOU UP FOR FINANCIAL HEAVEN BY TRAPPING YOU W A BABY N EXPENSES “you like” NAILS N ASS SHOTS DUMBASSES.

YOU LIKE RETARDED ATTENTION SO GUESS WHAT YOU GET RETARDED MONEY PLAYS THAT SEND YOU TO JAIL W A RETARDED ATTENTION SEEKING BITCH WHO GON SEXX YO CLIQUE AND HAVE BABIES W THE HOMEO JUST SO YOU CAN HUG HER

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And Yal think I want to pass around limp dick only hard off a perc in me - NO ESPECIALLY AFTER 25. Tf pick up a science book 48 laws of power ain’t do shit for you niggas but get you federal death row penalties IN ALL SEX TOURS OF LIFE. CONGRATS- this was about ddg but you gon find yo NON TEAM PLAYER ASS SELF IN HER - HALLE A FEMALE YOU LIKE LEE TO HOWARD YOU FUCKL RETARDS TOGETHER WHO NOT WINNING AT LIFE YOU JUST GOT A CHILD TO LOSE EM AND YA MONEY N YA MANSION*

MADE OFF MY FUCKING COOCHIE SEEDS N MY TALENT N MY MOM MUSIC PACS LEFT BEHIND FOR ME OF AGE TO JOIN THE INDUSTRY YOU CHEAP GRIMMY ASS BASTARDIZED FUCK TARD.

And you thought I was just gon hop on yo dick ddg cause you got designer on and MY BABY HANGING OUT THE BAG!? - YOU RAPED ME AND HALLE. AND CHLOE. LYING TO THEM GIRLS

“Chloe we use ur egg and Halle surrogates” - WHY YOU JUST AINT PUBLICLY DATE CHLOE!?? - “she a ho Halle respectable” - THEYRE BOTH HOS YOU IDIOT.

Neither brought you happiness MY EGG DID AND YOU FORGE SIGNATURES AND FAKED DOCUMENTS W HOWARD NUGENT TO SAY I SAID IT WAS OKAY TO HAVE MY FUCKING CHILD “look I’m a dark skin version of her REAL NIGGA”

NO UR A FAKE IVF INCUE CLONE OF MY GODLY FAMILY - NICE BLASPHEMY AND SETTING TONYA UP FOR MURDER USING PAULA BARTON - TF IS WRONG W YOU “we want a lil Darniece someone to control for murder n crimes”

🫤🖕

[theauthorsarchive]

Statement #15: The Apocalypse

[CLICK]

Zaine

Alright hit me.

Stacy

Jake Gyllenhall 

Crack Snap Crack

Zaine

Done. 

Stacy

Young Dennis Quaid

Snap Crack Snap

Zaine

C'mon give me a hard one.

Stacy

Alright tough guy…Carmen Diez.

Snap Crack Snap Crack Snap Snap

Stacy

Woah buddy don't hurt yourself.

Zaine

Yeah, I can't do the opposite gender yet.

Stacy

So how did you figure out how to do that?

Zaine

I had a dream that I was in a play. The director looked at me and said that I ‘had the wrong face on.’ I woke up and walked to one of the hotel bathrooms and lo and behold I had the wrong face on.

Stacy

Whose face was it?

Zaine

I wish I knew.

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Zaine

State your name and story.

???

Uh T-Ted man.

Zaine

Alright Ted and what's your story?

Ted

Uh you aint a part of the government right?

Zaine

No sir. Iam simply curious about what you have to say.

Ted

C-cool c-cool so umm my story right uh I saw the apocalypse. 

Zaine

Groovy, Simon on Ted and the apocalypse. Original recording September 20th 2016. Please begin.

Ted

It all started when I decided that I needed a quick high. I had scrounged up all the money I could and met up with my…guy. He counted my money and said I didn't have enough. I begged him saying i needed it or else i didn't know if i could make it to tomorrow. He said he had another product, some new stuff that hasn't been tested before. I said I would take it. He gave it to me for the money I had and I went back to my place. 

I should have known that it was bad news. It was thick to thick to easily inject. It hurt a bit as it went in but I closed my eyes hoping it would get better. I laid back and felt myself slowly sink into the high I so desperately needed. When I opened my eyes I found myself in a barren wasteland, the earth was dead, I could hear nothing in the breeze…I guess that's not true. I heard screaming in the distance but at the time I wanted it to be just the wind. 

After a while of laying down I stood up and walked around seeing where I was. I walked for a bit before reaching a building that was on fire. I could hear people screaming for help, screaming to be let out, but nothing would ease their pain. In the screams I heard laughter and joy from the suffering. I was disgusted what monster sought joy from this monstrosity. Then it stopped and I felt that it had noticed me. I ran in the opposite direction for as long as I could before collapsing. 

I stood up and noticed that the place where I injected the drug was getting swollen and purple. I touched it and felt pain, but it wasn't just my pain it was everyone's pain. I felt the suffering of the entire world. It was excruciating. I was burned,buried,drowned,stabbed,killed,and that doesn't even explain half of it. What had we done to deserve such a curse, what can we do to stop this, can we stop this.

But through all the pain I heard a name being cursed to the skies. The Archivist. I don't know who this person is but if they are responsible for whatever has happened to the world. Then death is not enough for them. I wandered around periodically feeling my wound for the pain around me. I would go wherever the pain was less.

While wandering I noticed that some places were attuned to a certain kind of pain like a forest dense with animals, a hospital that takes care of those who do not need it, a merry-go-round that span peoples own identities. The list goes on and on. It's such a travesty that these places are needed for such an event. Why are these here and what purpose do they serve? I do not know and I do not wish to.

Then I saw the archivist. It was at the Merry-Go-Round he was talking to some woman and he said a phrase about a watcher. And then she was gone in a scream. I was happy I knew this woman was the reason for the pain in the Merry-Go-Round and since she was gone that would mean so too would the pain. But I was wrong. The pain did not stop, all it did was make it unorderly. The pain was unleashed upon all inside without order, just chaos. This man had doomed them to more pain then necessary. I could not take it anymore. 

I ran at him with all my might and tried to strike him, but when I did I woke up in my house. The wound tying me to the pain healed over and scabbed. 

[CLICK]

[CLICK] 

Zaine

You gonna finish that?

Stacy

My food?

Zaine

No your eggroll.

Stacy

Oh no you can have it.

Zaine

Cool. 

Stacy

So how is your writing going?

Zaine

I've written six books so far.

Stacy

Oh really, and where are they?

Zaine

I don't know after i finish them i pass out and when i wake up there gone.

Stacy

Oh really come I've never seen you write?

Zaine

That part i dont know. Sometimes I'll write an entire book in minutes anywhere and other times I'll simply know that I have written one without the memories of writing them. 

Stacy

Huh well that's certainly something. How are we doing on money? 

Zaine

Got a couple hundred bucks left. We might have to do some temp work in the meantime.

Stacy

Bleh work.

Zaine

Hehehe I guess I have to do some temp work. 

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[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Punk x Nerd Masterlist

good girls (ao3) - no_clue_who michael/calum, michael/luke/calum E, 8k

Summary: “So Miss Perfect, is there another Perfect out there ready for you to get home so they can talk to you about equations? Or make you beg so much you forget about being so smart?” Michael leaned into Luke’s space, nearly putting her head on her shoulder. She watched Luke skin flush, “Is there someone? Or are you alone?”

She watched as Calum bit her lip and Luke’s face turned red, “That is none of your business Michael! We aren’t here to learn about my life, we’re here for Calum’s study plans. You aren’t even supposed to be here.”

or Calum is failing her classes, Michael is her girlfriend and they wanna fuck Luke.

Here's what he told me (ao3) - ShyyyVictoria luke/ashton, michael/calum G, 1k

Summary: All Luke's aloud to do is study. Ashton changes that.

i just wanna be bad enough for you (ao3) - metallicmoons michael/luke M, 2k

Summary: just a typical adorable nerd!ashton and punk!michael fic because those are honestly my favourite.

i'm aint gon' hurt you child (ao3) - fffearless michael/ashton T, 944

Summary: Ashton and Michael make out whilst in detention. That's it, that's the story.

kiss me better (ao3) - waywardaussies luke/ashton T, 1k

Summary: luke hates seeing his boyfriend hurt.

send your sins all over me (ao3) - orphan_account luke/calum N/R, 5k

Summary: Luke is the smartest kid in school and also the probably the dorkiest, but Calum can’t stop thinking about him.

Tattoos. (ao3) - papi_chulo luke/michael G, 280

Summary: punk!Michael takes his boyfriend nerd!Luke with him to get his new tattoo, a tattoo dedicated to Luke.

Til We’re Separate Hearts (Soarin’ Flyin’) (ao3) - orphan_account luke/calum, michael/ashton T, 18k

Summary: Luke Hemmings, bookworm and math geek, accidentally finds himself singing with some random, really attractive guy. They share a New Year’s kiss and Luke figures he’ll never see him again. Then everything changes when he starts his first day at East High.

video games (wattpad) - confidentmuke michael/luke 14 parts (ongoing)

Summary: nerd michael knows that he can’t win over punk luke.

punk luke is fascinated by nerd michael.

one likes cigarettes and the other likes video games. yet they still find a way into each others worlds.

you make me feel like a million bucks (ao3) - michaels luke/ashton G, 3k

Summary: anything is more fun than picking up trash for community service, even making out with the person who got you there in the first place.

[bradshawburner]

This one…. This one sticks with me in the best and worst ways. For all the hopeful glimmers, I’m always hoping that the ending plays out different. And I’m so tender out it. God, it hurts so good! 😭😭😭

It’s the slow motion car wreck and the painful fall out of two people who love each other. Their needs and their wants not being in sync, of knowing you could be doing better and just not trying. It gets me every time I read it!

More for you under the cut:

Because the thing about being a twenty-something that you’ve come to uncover is that life is shitty. Paying rent is shitty. Paying an arm and leg for a pilates workout is shitty. Office jobs are shitty. Office jobs that house cruel know-it-all men are even shittier. — OOF AINT THAT THE TRUTH (weeps in *in love with reformer Pilates*)

And what if, through this whole slue of hypotheticals that hadn’t happened yet but had the potential to happen, you found yourself in a position to be alone? What if your boyfriend - your darling, kind, and sweet boyfriend - finally saw you how you saw yourself? And what if what he sees makes him want to walk away? — the intrusive thoughts, the self doubt, the spiral. Oh I feel for her here, where it’s one thing after another and when you finally think there’s nothing left to worry about that you brain finds a way to glom onto something new.

The sniffles scratch at your chest like a stray dog begging to be let in. The whimper you let out is pathetic and you would’ve laughed at yourself if you hadn’t been so concerned with getting inside.//Fuck. Was unlocking Bradley’s front door always this difficult? — this really is such a great bit of foreshadowing and imagery. That the one place she’s always felt safe and good coming too, is even putting up a fight. Because she’s feeling that way that something’s not right in the relationship. And oof.

But if he’s being honest with himself, he had always been that way. Despite his innate desire to recreate his parents’ epic love story, being empathetic and filled with space to make homes of other people’s sorrow was just something he was born with.— I love this switch to his inner mind here, and is such an interesting look into him

Weakness isn’t something you’re allowed to show very often; not with Mikes and Bills breathing down your neck looking for something to boot your sorry ass out of the front doors of their company. — THIS IS NOT AN ISSUE IN BARBIE LAND

Your eyes refuse to drink in his appearance for more than five seconds at a time because you know that you’re an angry crier who gets set off very easily. Exchanging looks with the fuel that set fire to the burning in your belly would not do you any good at this moment. — that tension of waiting to see who will break first

It always gave you rug burn but you never complained. Having Bradley was something you craved so deeply that no consequence could ever outweigh the desire; even damn near purple knees and a sore ass from how domineering he could be. — this and the reference to the shower in Year 3, that she’ll give those bits away her own comfort because she’ll take whatever she can get of him? If her putting his needs ahead of her own? 🥺

Because you, much like her and so very much like Bradley, would rather suffer in silence and let the thoughts of not feeling good enough eat you alive until the joys of who you are become eroded to make room for the sorrows of who you aren’t — oh okokokokokok 😭😭😭 my heart aches for her

You both knew that you’d have it across your shoulders come nightfall when the sun had set and the late fall wind chill kicked in.— even as the dread starts settling around at this point because I know what’s coming, there are still such nice spots like this that point to the good and sweet parts of their relationship, that’s like THIS this is how it can and should be, that they know each other enough to know she’ll be cold and he’ll hand over his coat because they’ve been together so long and that history has happened for them to get to that point of just innate knowing?

Thoughts of the Law and Order episodes you watched leisurely slammed themselves into the forefront of your mind as the thought of a dangerous predator sent shivers up your spine. — as a fellow anxious girlie this amused me because it’s always WHAT IF WHAT IF WHAT IF 😂😭😂

“She’s letting you hit raw and you still haven’t knocked her up yet?” you heard an unfamiliar voice say, “Jesus, Fitch, are you broken?”— it’s like such a record scratch this part with its crudeness. That it’s just “locker room talk”, trying to gaslight a whole population into thinking that it’s just chat versus disrespectful and reductive. Who let Evil Ken back?

His eyes are softened from both the scotch in his system and the tenderness he held in his heart for your being. Something in you just won’t allow his hazel irises to bleed into you. You already have enough blood surrounding the metaphorical stab wound that he unknowingly caused you tonight to last you through the goddamn week. — oh this part hurts every time. That he can sense something is wrong, and his concern, but also the angst of it being him that’s the source of her pain in that moment?? 🫠

The thing about Bradley, though, is that he’ll never bring up someone else’s issue with him. He’s confrontational at heart but only about things that cut him deep; about things that stain his fingertips red with anguish and disappointment.//But because he’s him and because you’re you, he decided to let you come forward and let you confront him with your problem because the absolute last thing he ever wanted to do was upset you, and he certainly fell short in avoiding that scenario tonight. — no Bradley, it’s not her problem to bring up if you KNOW what you’ve done and what you’ve said and the fact that your actions are the reason she feels that way. I’ve had friendships like this and the frustration of feeling like “if you cared about me you’d reach out” and then someone just avoiding it until you bring it up… it’s sucks. Because it’s so selfish. And I ache for her.

Your anger angered him, and instead of being open to the idea of criticism and accepting his party in making you miserable tonight, his need to deflect kicked in instead. Old habits die hard, and he just couldn’t resist.  — bradleyyyyyyy do better, be better. But that feeling where in the moment if feels so good to give into all those negative things that you know you’ll regret later on.

He didn’t care about you in front of his coworkers, so why should he get the privilege of caring about you now?  - 🥺

Most of all, he hurt your feelings tonight and he had yet to acknowledge that he was the cause of it. Yet here he is, trying to get in your good graces because the guilt of knowing that he had done something was chewing him up and spitting him out currently. — the trying to smooth things over vs actually being sorry of it all… because he’s valuing his feelings over hers… and ouch

So attuned to your needs but never to your feelings. Same old Bradley. — THISSSSSS

His touch burned you. Made your heart volcanic. Sent fiery tears streaming down your face. His touch had betrayed you. Made you small. Made you insignificant. Made you feel like he never cared. — I’m just 😭😭😭😭

You looked so hurt. So broken. So done with him. Like maybe, just possibly, the love you had for him had finally given out. — it’s like a slow motion car crash

His gaze caught Bob’s eyes. Sweet, innocent Bob who thought the world of everyone. Sweet, innocent Bob who knew that Bradley was digging his own grave, but continued sipping his glass of red wine. The gawky metal frames that rimmed his friend’s eyes bore into his soul, almost magnifying the wrongfulness of what he was saying. — ugh a disappointed bob, that’s when you know you’re in the wrong

“Tightest thing I’ve ever put my dick in.” — like every time I know it’s coming, but it’s so so shitty. And the “thing” of it all…. Like she’s so dehumanized here and I hate it so much. Because he knows better and yet….

He hated peer pressure. He hated the way he was acting. He hated the way he was treating you behind your back. He hated the way his friends were laughing.//He hated himself more for doing it because you deserved so much better. But clearly, he didn’t feel bad enough to stop. — this part always hits me in the chest. Knows better but doesn’t try to DO better

If he felt that way about you, felt like you were around just for your body and not for you, what did everyone else think? Was Natasha only friendly because she thought you were too immature to be left alone at gatherings? Did Rueben and Mickey actually give a shit about what you had to say when they asked about your work? Did Jake and Javy even know your name?//Did your boyfriend even like you? — POOR SWEET GIRL! Because in the spiral wondering if her boyfriend, the person she loves and thought loved her enough in return to respect her has let her down like this, then where does she even stand with anyone else?

“How the hell is Jake Seresin defending me before you even thought to?” — !!!!!!

“You said you were sorry because you want me to accept your apology, but what next, Bradley? Are you actually gonna fix it?” — call him outttttt

“Hard to when every little thing that slightly offends you sends you into a goddamn spiral.”//Your weakness. He’s got you there. — that sharp tongue, knowing exactly what to say to make someone feel just as bad as you… this is so rough

He’s apologizing for the sake of saying sorry. For the sake of diminishing your anger. For the sake of being able to be truthful about never going to bed angry if someone asks. For the sake of doing so because if you accept, he’s still allowed to stay the same and he never has to change.//But you’re saying sorry for being a nuisance. For embarrassing him. For bruising his ego and for being accusatory that he never gave a damn about you. —oh I hate this for them, the beginning of them end

And what you don’t realize is that you should really be saying sorry to yourself, because while you’re boxing yourself up to make space for him, he’s not sorry about forcing you to do it. — this just HURTS

Love is all about sacrifice and banged-up feelings; even if that means that the love of the man you would do anything for suffocates you as you lay curled into his side with a heat made by his chest and his soft snores in your ear. — relationships should be work, but they should be hard. And this makes me so sad for her.

Bradley had watched you type it out and his sagging shoulders wore disappointment on them.//You knew.//You knew he was both feet out of the door with your relationship; his hand still on the doorknob to close it but not having the guts to lock the door while he’s at it. — IM TOO TENDER FOR THIS

But yet you cling to what little time you know you have left with him. - I ache and ache and ache

“Don’t hurt her. Don’t hurt her. Don’t hurt her,” his heart begs, but his brain knows that either way, hurting you is inevitable. -🥺🥺🥺

“I don’t want to get married and you do. That’s miserable.”/…/“Uh-uh. No,” you say. You paw at your eyes with your hand ferociously. “No! You don’t get to do that. You know that’s not fair!” You spring up from his lap like he was a fire that had just licked your skin with white-hot heat. — this hurts so muchhhh

“Why can’t you just be better then?” — 😭😭😭

“You’ll find someone who’s an even better best friend than I am,” he sniffles. He hadn’t even noticed that he had started crying again. “Someone who doesn’t make you cry.”— this whole section is just gut wrenching, their talk of being best friends, or how to navigate being them in a post break up world, how to move on?? 😭

“You’re the kindest man that I know even though you stomped on my heart.”— STOPPPPPPPP

One where you don’t get the ring and the house and the babies. One where he doesn’t get the girl and the family and the happily ever after. One where you both don’t have a soulmate anymore. — it’s too much for meeee I’m a messssss

“I love you. I’ll always love you.” //“But you’ll never love me enough to try.”  —- on the floor it’s fine I live here now 🫠🫠🫠

None of it matters if he doesn’t love you enough to be what you need.— a gut punch, oh it’s so saddddd

My heart achessssssss. This was so lovely and so gut wrenchingly sad all at the same time.

‘cause no one breaks my heart like you

“Last times always make him uneasy. He thinks that he should be used to it by now from his track record of being abandoned (willfully or “out of their control” situations alike). None of this should hurt him as deeply anymore.” or Bradley Bradshaw is terrified of commitment and he decides to stop being selfish (even though it’s hard to see). 

A/N: Okay so EXTREMELY long time, no see! I’ve been working on this little project since the end of September and have been driving myself crazy in trying to sculpt the words the way that I wanted and how to make this seem as realistic as possible. I appreciate every single person who has been so patient with me and my inconsistent posting and hope you enjoy 19k words of our favorite guy in the sky. 

(Year 3)

He loves me. He loves me not. 

He loves me. 

The strange thing about crying is never knowing when the tears will fall. There’s this burning sensation that comes with it; clearly juxtaposed to the watery mess your eyes want to produce. Your nose burns, your face is hot, and the all-consuming, mind-numbing squeeze of rubberband-like pressure around your temples makes you dizzy. 

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