#kush sounds

[territorial-utopia]

I know we're all very different but like, I also know that a fair amount of you guys also get inspired by music often. Oh the list of songs I have that I want to draw/animate to....

This one is pretty self-explanatory but fun to do nonetheless

[usopps-devotee]

is u supporting 9/11 cuz girly we finna fight.

As an american, this shit made me cackle, but I promise I am not.

Actually I'm very much of the opinion that as humans we need to be on our best fucking behavior and stop all this bs violence but I'm not in a political office so I can't really do shit.

[oddlysouls]

you never thought you'll found yourself sitting on a deserted corner in the back of the school with Suna, the 'ladies man' as you heard rumors about his personality, but when you move to Hyogo from Miyagi, you didn't mind his rumous for a little weed. smoke wafting above you while you both leaned against the wall. the only sounds were the distant chattering of students and the occasional clank of a bike passing by.

"soo, what do you have to sell?" you say while watching him take another drag before responding.

"depends on what you need. Weed, pills, anything specific?" you ponder for a little then asks him curiosly "What strains do you have?" he paused for a moment counting the strains he knew in his head. "I got OG kush, northern lights, pineapple express, and some others" he glanced at you, gauging your reaction "got a preffered one?"

you think for a little then say "yeah, OG kush, how much?" Suna took a last huff on his cigarette, then leaned back against the wall "¥795,13 for 1g"

"okay" you say taking your wallet from your bag, Suna accepted the money, tucking it into his pocket. "alright, i got yours" he said while reaching into his backpack that was sitting by his feet before taking out a bag of weed, then handed it to you.

"thanks man, appreciate it" suna smirked a little more relaxed than his usual stoic expression. "no problem, you need anything else, you know who to call"

"give me your phone number tho" you said while extending him your phone. he throws his cigarette away before grabing it, plugging in his number before giving it back to you with a small smile, a sudden change from his usual expression. "don't abuse it"

you teasingly look at him "i'm going to blow up your phone with messages" Suna chuckled and rolled his eyes, clearly unbothered by your threat "sure you will, just remember, i charge per text"

"man, that's a shame, i better find me a new plug then" you say jokingly "and who's gonna give you this good stuff huh?" he said with a smirk, gesturing to the small bag you hold in your hand.

"i can always go back to Miyagi and buy from my old plug" you said confidently remembering Tanaka, your 'old' plug back in Miyagi. Suna raised an eyebrow, slightly amused. "oh, so you think you have options? good luck finding someone as reliable as me in that little town of yours"

"oh, please, my old plug is very reliable for your information" you said amused at his confidence. Suna chuckled and shook his head, amused by your sass. "sure, but can they guarantee the same quality and variety? i doubt it"

you trust Tanaka so is only reasonable you said "bet he is better than you" Suna smirked, clearly enjoying this banter "you're really confident for someone i just met. how about a challenge then? name your old plug and let's see who's actually better"

"tanaka" you simply reply making Suna pause for a moment, caught off guard "Tanaka? you mean Ryu Tanaka?" your curiosity picked at his question "yeah, you know him?"

suna nodded, a mixture of surprise and curiosity in his eyes. "yeah, i've heard about him, very impressive guy, but don't undestimate me just because you had a good thing going back in Miyagi"

"yeah, i mean i haven't even tried yours" you said giving him a chance. "exactly my point, you can't just assume i'm not as good as Tanaka" Suna said leaning back against the wall, a hint of a challenge in his tone. "you should at least give me a chance, don't you think?"

you look at him for a moment, then start to reach into your bag to get your grinder and flavored papers as well a filter. "you don't mind if i smoke here?" Suna shook his head, leaning back against the wall "nah, go ahead, we're in a secluded spot anyway, nobody's gonna notice" at his words you start preparing yourself a nice joint with his weed.

suna watched intently how you prepare the joint with an amused smirk. "i haven't seen someone roll one in a while. you're good at it" you only look at him as you light up the joint, suna's gaze lingered on you as you lit it up, his expression still somewhat aloof but clearly amused by you. "you're gonna enjoy that" he said, nodding towards the joint clearly confident on his weed.

you feel the smoke in your lungs before exhaling it in his direction. "I know" Suna's smirk widened as the smoke curled towards him, he raised an eyebrow, a slight playfulness in his tone, "Trying to get me high too, huh?"

with a playfully nod you respond "maybe, want to take a hit?" while offering the joint. Suna chuckled and took the joint with a smirk, his fingers brushing against yours for a brief moment "sure, why not" he said, bringing the joint to his lips and inhaling deeply.

as you watched Suna take a hit, you couldn't help but notice the subtle details about him. his sharp jawline, narrow eyes and thin eyebrows, the way his fingers held the joint ever so casually. there was an air of mystery and confidence about him, making you perhaps curious to know more.

you take the joint back from Suna, as he watches you closely, taking in your every move. he notices the way you inhale, the subtle flick of your tongue as you exhale, there's a sense of intrigue in his eyes as he observes you.

he leans back against the wall again, his gaze fixed on you. "so, how you feel?" his tone is still nonchalant, but there's a subtle interest in his eyes, as if he was curious to see the effects starting to take hold on you.

"i'm fine, how about you?" you ask him while relaxing a little on the wall. Suna mantains his cool demeanor, shrugging nonchalanty "same as usual, i guess, maybe a little more chill" he studies you, his gaze flickering down your body for a moment before returning to your face, the faintest hint of curiosity behind his stoned expression.

you noticed his gaze at your body and slightly amused at his actions call him out "dude, are you checking me out?"

[vapekingg]

"You okay over there, Buckley?"

Robin Buckley x BiFem!Reader ModernAU TW/Tags: recreational drug use, sexual innuendos, mutual pining, BODY MENTIONS, angst, public displays of affection?, disgusting teasing?, maybe a lil cringe on the reader's part but funny to me?

Robin's mouth sits agape. She doesn't remember when she last took a breath, fearful of the sound that might escape her throat. A whispered moan, or a fucking scream because goddamn jesus christ how the fuck can someone as magnificent as you exist.

"You okay over there, Buckley?"

Eddie's words register in Robin's head, but she's barely able to respond. It doesn't help that she's stoned off of her fucking ass, as are the rest of you. Her head begins to move ever so slightly side-to-side.

"No," she whispers. "Absolutely fucking not."

It's pathetic, really. Robin's like a dog on a leash, and it's obvious to just about everyone but the wrong people, thank god.

But that doesn't exclude you. You knew exactly what you were doing when you texted Robin that Eddie had just gotten in a fresh stash and offered to smoke her out after work. You know exactly what you're doing now as you sit pretty on your knees, right there on the dull brown carpeted floor of your's and Eddie's shitty, shared apartment. Robin's own fucking t-shirt hangs off of your frame, obscured partially by a three foot bong you'd cleaned just for the occasion.

Good god she can taste the blood in her mouth from the hole she'd bitten in her tongue after the last hit.

Eddie is, of course and as always, the unfortunate third wheel. The platonic, straight(?), best friend of a closeted lesbian and a raging bisexual that won't just fucking admit they're insufferably in love with each other. Or maybe they just want to finger bang. He's refused to put much thought into it.

No. Why would you admit it?

Instead, you make it as clear as you can without spelling it out. You take one more hit and hold it deep, picking up the phone on the floor to your left and flipping through the songs playing just loud enough to not send Robin into a fucking panic attack.

You exhale in time with a familiar tune.

"Please tell me you guys fuck with Billie Eilish" You beg, and finally, Robin sucks in a deep breath while tossing her head back with... frustration.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ," Eddie curses, and your eyes dart up.

He's mid tossing his hand toward the nearly incapacitated Robin sitting on the sofa across the room.

"You've fucking broken her!" He yells.

And at the bridge of Lunch, you burst into a fit of California Kush induced laughter.

"Baby I think you were made for me..."

Unknown who the spacers belong to. If anyone knows, please tag them!

Also requests are open!!

[peterbythewayi]

Fight Nights

Pairing: Benjamin "Benny" Miller x Anna "Edith" Kushing

Warnings: Swearing.

Summary: Six months passed after the mission in Brazil. Having hit a huge jackpot, they continued to live to the fullest. The guys stayed in Florida while Anna moved away, laying low after leaving the Marine Corps. But a sudden meeting at Benny’s fight will apparently once again encourage the girl to continue communicating with the team. But the question is, what is she doing here?

Santiago smiles broadly at Frankie and unconsciously glances behind him, not expecting Anna to be there. He hurriedly pats his friend on the shoulder and pushes through the crowd towards her, making sure that it is really her.

"What are you doing here?" the man shouts over the sounding music, bending down so that she can hear him.

Kushing, looking up at him, raises her eyebrows in silent shock; a second later, her lips spread into a smile, and she hugs Garcia’s neck with one hand, rising on her tiptoes.

“Santiago,” the girl moves away from him and looks around, after which she looks into his eyes again. "Glad to see you."

“You as well,” he nods and grins, jokingly leaning over a little and looking into her glass, after which he approaches her face with a sly grin: “Alcohol is prohibited for children.”

Anna just rolls her eyes at this and, without taking her attentive gaze off the man, takes a sip and barely noticeably licks her lips.

"Cognac?"

"Bourbon."

"I was close."

She laughs when Garcia purses his lips, shrugs, and rocks the glass in her slender fingers, causing the ice inside to hit the sides.

"So, what are you doing here?"

"I came to watch the fight."

“Come on, you’re not into it,” Santiago waves it off before he can put two and two together: “really?”

"What?" Anna frowns slightly, but he manages to notice how the shadow of a smile slips across her lips.

"You're into it, damn it!" he almost shouts, covering his wide smile with his palm. "Oh gods, I can’t believe it! You've got a crush on Benny!"

"I am not."

"Bullshit!"

"Okay, call it whatever you want, but he's really cool. I put a double bet on him,” she watches Miller come out, and finishes her bourbon, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.

“You’re definitely crazy,” the man laughs, pulling her cap over her nose and exhaling with a nervous laugh, “Oh, fuck.”

“Shut up, San,” the girl waves him off and adjusts her cap, licking her dry lips.

Santiago glances at Benny, standing in the arena and ready to kick someone's ass, and then turns his gaze to Anna, a fragile-looking girl who definitely can (he saw it himself) punch anyone in the face and holds a gun better than the most trained soldier. They were definitely worth each other.

The music stopped. The battle has begun.

[askthehylianchampion]

Are you doing okay Link? Getting blasted on kush then having to deal with people acting like you're going to get married the next day sounds exhausting, I'm sorry you're going through that. I gift upon u some normal, not wedding cake to share with your boyfriend when you're feeling better.

Thank you

I think people are getting a little too excited. Not everything everyone says has weight all the time. Just because Revali was overheard doesn't always mean something is happening, it's about choice.

But yes, it's a bit exhausting to have everyone think we're getting married. I feel more bad for Revali; it seems everyone has been poking fun at him to fluster him (and it's working). He's needed to recover too. Some normal cake sounds really good right now

[breezybangtanbebe]

3D: JJK💋 Part One

A/N: Jungkook is in a closed triad with Janelle, the bubbly brown skinned bookworm with alluring eyes and luscious hips, and Katya , the semi alt bartending vixen with copper toned curls and a silver tongue.

Tags: jungkookxOC’s in closed traid/polyamorous relationship. Sex (raw and protected), oral (female and male recieving), threesome. Some fluff and mild plot because theyre loveds afater all 😌✨

4k words

The smell of cherry bomb body oil, weed and sex coated the air. Notably Jungkook's favorite combo, and he was a coni'sour of scents.

Incense.

OG Kush.

Shea Butter.

Pussy.

ESPECIALLY, Pussy.

Every woman was different based on various factors of diet and hygiene of course but there was a distinct musk that Jungkook found intoxicating. So much so, that his tongue licked at the air before curling over his top lip, his eyes rolling back as he savored everything.

Katya's pussy bloomed like the flower it smelled like, sucking his length in loudly as he drove himself deeper.

"Ah..ah..ah..shit..." she huffed against the bed, her gold ringed fingers fisting the crumpled sheets. From behind her, a tatted hand comes over her tawny waistline to squeeze her flesh, pulling her back to bounce against his dick.

"Oh fuck —- like that. Just like that.." she cried, Jungkook chuckling sharply through his nose.

"Hmm? like this Kitty?" He rasps, his eyes dropping to the silver piercings denting her dimples of Venus. He snaps his hips a bit harder, forcing gusts of air to jut from Kat's lungs.

"Look at you gripping my dick like you love it..My pussy? hmm? This is mine?" He taunts her with a heckling grin in his voice.

Normally, Katya would resist his need to dominate and make him really work for it. She'd deny his claims and make him prove it, ultimately ending in a mess of both of them. But today she didnt have the fight in her. She just wanted to cum again and again so she'd have an excuse to binge eat whatever was in the snack cabinet.

Sex burns hella calories after all.

"Shut up and just fuck me.." she muttered into the sheets. Jungkook grunts at her brash response, only happy to oblige as he lifted one leg up and planted his foot for balance, commencing to plow into her even harder and faster.

"Yes..yes...yesss.." she mewls, tearful eyes rolling back. Jungkook grunts as he kicked up his rhythm , his jaw slack and his brow crinkled as Katya tried to lift her head from the bed.

"Oh fuck yes..dont stop!"

"Uh uhn..down.." Jungkook shakes his head and he further enforces the demand by getting hold of her by her hair, a wavy knot of copper tangled in his fingers, pinning her head down to the mattress.

The pounding continues for another minute straight, Kat's inevitable undoing on loud and messy loop as Jungkook sought out to prove his point repeatedly.

The loud and messy sex is muffled effectively behind the door, far off at the end of the hall on the east side of the apartment.

Janelle is blissfully unaware as her key turns the front door's lock and she enters on tired feet, grimacing as she crossed the threshold.

Today was shit.

Everyone was rude.

Minor inconveniences felt monumental.

And her uterus felt like it had been doused in gasoline and tossed in a dumpster fire.

And her air pods just fucking died on her!

The telltale downward beeps further dampening her mood and muting the lofi she'd been on the whole walk home.

Today was shit, as previously stated, and it seemed to only get shittier.

"Fuck!"

Jungkook's voice is heard from the end of the hallway and based on his tone, Janelle assumed he was gaming or something. Her tummu fluttered at the sound since it confirmed he was home.

She just wanted to curl up under her man, sniff his neck while he rolled her a blunt and forget about the day she'd endured.

That was exactly what she needed.

Setting her keys and bag on the kitchen counter, Janelle shook her week old silk press out from its messy bun on her way towards the growing sound of her partner's voice ready to dump her troubles on him.

When she opened the door however, she's pinned by two sets of wide and surprised eyes at her sudden appearance in the doorway..

Her boyfriend of a few years, Jungkook. The tall and pretty idiot with dream boat hair, fuck boy tatts, abs for days and a toothy smile.

Although he wasn't smiling now..

"Nell.." he stammers, frozen where he was looming over the freckle faced ginger whose head was hanging off the side of his bed.

"Youre home early." He states the obvious , furrowing his brow as he's still nestled deep inside of Kat, both of them regarding Janelle with equal concern while not separating.

"Hey Jelly Belly.." Kat , her girlfriend of less than a year , greets her with a smile as sweet at the nickname spoken and Janelle mustered a weak smile in return.

"Hey Kat. Hey babe...I didnt mean to interrupt.." she begins, already about to close the door and leave them to it.

"Its fine/You didnt.." both canoodlers chime in tandem, shooting eachother a scorned look before putting the spotlight on the woman simpering in the doorway.

"Did you have good day at least? You look sad.." Jungkook goes on to ask and from the way Janelle's bottom lip trembles and her hesitance to answer, it was clear.

"Aww Belly.." Kat sits up on her elbows, pushing Jungkook back so that he has no choice but to pull out. His dick sheathed in cream-covered latex drooped under its weight, and he immediately begins pulling the condom off.

"Did you wanna talk about it?" he lifts his brows earnestly.

Watching the two of them scrambling to get away from eachother as if they weren't just engaged in what she knew was very intense sex, Janelle's blank expression gave little away as she shook her head.

"Naw. Im just gonna go lay down. Yall carry on..." she says.

There wasn't any room for a response since she hurried from the room, closing the door behind her to leave a half dressed Jungkook with a semi poking at his boxers and a topless and messy-headed Kat exchanging dubious and guilty looks.

Nearly a year ago...

"So who's in charge here? You or her.." Katya pointed her half eaten french fry between the couple sitting across from her in the booth.

The post rush buzz in the old-school-themed burger joint was supposed gave the three of them the space and comfort to have conversations such as this. Katya was fresh off from work with aching ankles from bartending all night. A gig she found to be her niche after her meager attempts at typical 9 to 5's flopping. It wasnt odd for her to get offers out for a late dinner and night cap post shift, with these two specifically, but tonight's meeting was different than the others for many reasons.

Janelle takes a sip from her soda through a straw, her pretty eyes lifting through her ebony bangs at the copper-headed redbone across from her. Beside her, Jungkook chewed lazily with his arm stretched over the back of the red tufted booth behind his girl's head. He glances at Janelle expectedly as he rached for one of her fries, the two of them smirking knowingly. She gives him a little nod and he returns it before speaking.

"No one's in charge of anyone." Jungkook muffles over his food, adding the stolen fry to the pile in his mouth. Janelle nods in agreement, swallowing her sip of soda and pushing her cup aside.

"Yeah, come on Kat. You know us. Theres no heirarchy here. He's with me and Im with him." she insists. Katya narrows here eyes at them both, still using her fry as a stylus drawing an accusatory figure eight between the two of them.

And she did know them. Mostly in passing at first. Jungkook frequented the outside of her bar with his gorgeously loud group of friends on their bikes with their tattoos and growling engines like mating calls on a Saturday night. She rarely paid them much mind.

At least until he brought those tattoos inside, flashing her with that stupid pierced smile before asking for a drink. Through small talk they became mildly aquainted, nothing unusal or overly flirtatious. Something Katya found intriguing until it became clear to her that Jungkook was taken.

Janelle was nothing like who Katya imagined Jungkook would date. With the sweet and innocent face of a baby doll but the body that most women show to the doctor as an example of what they want, Jungkook's girlfriend was opposite of him in almost every way. Flawless brown skin and shoulder length yaki textured tresses that swayed as she moved. Minimal make up apart from her NYX lip liner and Fenty Gloss Bomb'd lips that caught Kat's eye immediately.

No tatts. No piercings other than in her ears. Dressing in shades Kat never observed her man donning. Bright and bubbly and way out of his league if you asked her.

She stuck out among the grunge when she entered the bar behind Jungkook the first night she saw her, intriguing her even more...

"Mmhmm...So now yall want to add me to the mix, right? Not just on some 'one night' basis.." Kat finishes what she assumed Janelle was going to say, popping the pointer fry in her mouth.

Kat normally wasnt this straightforward on her dates, despite being a naturally shrewd individual, but this date felt like more like an interview from the way Jungkook and Janelle sat across from her with open eyes and ears for any questions she may have.

Proposing for someone to be a part of a nontraditional polyamorous relationship wasnt as uncommon as people liked to think. And it surely wasn't Kat's first offer.

She just didnt expect it from them.

"This was your idea wasnt it?" Kat adverts her glare to Jungkook now, making him choke on his drink mid sip.

"What? Why would you assume that?" he coughs humorously and Kat shrugs with ber elbow on the table.

"Iont know. Because its always the mans idea. You know how many bitches fake being gay just to appease their dude or keep them from cheating? How should I know this isnt that?"

"Because it isn't." Jungkook grunts, not showing anything other than amusement at Kat's demeanor. Janelle seems taken aback by the the statement however, her soft eyes widening.

"No one is faking anything, first of all.." she shakes her head, her pout pulling Kat's attention back to her. She lifts her brows at the implication, looking Janelle up and down with even more interest and a smirk.

"Oh?" she mirths.

"And I'd never cheat on Nell. This is something she suggested..." Jungkook cuts in, Kat's eyes jumping back to him.

"Hmmph..I have a hard time believing that but ok.." the ginger shrugs, leaning back on her side of the booth. Finding the skepticism a little vexing, Janelle scoots closer to the table to assume the position Kat had just been in with her elbows and forearms resting on the table.

"Its true. And the part about it being my idea is too. Look, Jungkook and I have been together a while. We get eachother. Likes and dislikes. Bad habits and pet peeves. Fantasies and ambitions. He's legit my best friend."

Janelle pauses to look over at her boyfriend, who just gives her a smile that told Kat the feeling was mutual.

"I know it's probably hard to explain but...I brought up the idea of opening our relationship up a little and Jungkook was hesitant because he never considered being with anyone else. And neither did I but, I dont want one of our needs for something different to seperate us when we could experience it together. Or at least with some level of understanding between eachother."

"So is this about sex or..." Kat cuts in, still wanting to get to the root of the situation. Janelle grimaces lightly in thought, her eyes lifting towards the ceiling breifly.

"Eh..yes and no. The companionship aspect is relevent here too. We're not just looking for someone else to have sex with. Sexually, we have zero complaints when it comes to eachother, but that's not to say theres things we're not open to try..."

Kat sits with both of her arms resting on the back of the booth, her short legs tucked underneath her comfortably. Her hard expression softens the longer she listened to Janelle.

She had a nice voice. Soft and slightly raspy. Easily the most placating tone Kat had ever heard. She'd listen to her read a grocery list and be this invested.

"...Point is..We know you and you know us. We both find you attractive and Im comfortable with coming to you with this. But Kat, if youre not interested, that's fine. And Im sorry if this makes you uncomf..." Janelle pauses when Kat shushes her, one black coffin nail lifted.

"Hush babe. Im interested for sure. In you more than him..." the nail tilts in Jungkook's direction.

And that was saying something because he was most definitely her type. From the charcoal tinted tattoos, broad shoulders and chest, height, and urban style of dress. But something about his girl made her tongue water in ways she didnt want to say out loud just yet.

"Youre cute though , so No offense." she adds.

"None taken." Jungkook smirks and she continues.

"I just wanna make sure this is a legit arrangement where all parties are on board and participating on their own free will. I dont want you feeling weird or imposed upon by my presence. Because Im not sure if you knew but Im alot to handle."

"Im not worried. Are you babe?" Janelle smiles over at her partner with expectant eyes, and its too damn sweet and enthusiastic for the context of their conversation.

Even Jungkook's eyebrows go up in surprise at his girlfriend's bold response.

He picks up his drink again, smirking around his straw as he shakes his head in amazement and disbelief. He takes a quick draining sip that gurgles the ice cubes,setting it back down.

"Yeah..Im not worried at all either, Kitty Kat."

The unsolicited nickname makes Kat's eye twitch, and something else deep between her legs. She hated it and could already see that Jungkook was going to be an issue. Unlike Janelle, who seemed to be the more accommodating of the two despite her calling the shots.

She regards him with a lifted brow and Jungkook mereley smirks back at her with a challenge in his eyes that made her want to come across the table.

Kat mirrors his expression, licking her top teeth sexily before lifting her chin.

"Ok. Im in."

A few knocks at the bathroom door were followed by its creaking hinges and Janelle opens her eyes just as two guility faces peaked through the steam.

Feeling rather sticky from being outside all day, Janelle decided to soak her stress away in a steaming bath of essential oils and relaxing fragrance. Her face had been scrubbed of her make up and outside exposure, her straightened hair pulled up into a knot on top of her head. She knew the sweat from her scalp would have her roots reverting but she didnt care.

The sharp pains in her pelvis had just began to subside,  but she knew this was just the beginning considering her cycles in the past.

She says nothing as her partners approached, her expression tired and stoic as she turned her head to face them.

"You alright?" Jungkook is first to speak, stepping ahead of Kat to sit on the toilet lid. He was fully dressed now, the only evidence of his activies being the way his messy hair.

Kat stands near the sink, leaning her hop against the counter in her crumpled gym shorts and bralette.

The bubbled water ripples gently at Janelle's slow nod, a weak smile gracing nude lips.

"Yeah..just tired. And sore."

"Period?" Kat scrunches her nose in disdain, folding her arms over her chest. Janelle nods again.

"I think so. Im not bleeding but the cramps are just over the top today. I popped two pain pills an hour ago and its barely taking off the edge."

"So thats why you left work early? Damn...Why didn't you call me? I could have came to get you." Jungkook scolds her, knowing the distance bewteen her job and their apartment wasnt small. He was generally the one taking her on the back of his bike when he was available.

Janelle gives him a weak smirk.

"Well I called but..." her eyes go to Kat breifly before continuing.

"I think you were busy." she cringes, sinking lower into the water as realization slaps them both in the face.

Yeah, they were busy.

Busy fucking.

All while their sweet little succulent was in need, calling both of their phones before ultimately deciding to hoof it 5 blocks before her manager changed his mind about letting her leave early.

Jungkook's head dropped, smacking his face into his palm.

"Shit..Im sorry babe...really." he mutters, guilt-eating him from the inside out. Kat steps towards the tub, dropping to her knees to come closer to Janelle's level.

"Yeah sorry Belly. Our phones must have been on vibrate or something.." she pouts guiltily. Jungkook shakes his head in disagreement.

"Even then, we should have been more aware. What if it was an emergency?" he directs his fussing at Kat, who turns to him sharply.

"No shit Sherlock. You were the one who could have been the most aware considering the fact that it's your responsibility to pick her up. So dont blame me.."

"Im not blaming you." Jungkook rolls his eyes.

"Sounds like you are.." Kat seethes and Jungkook is ready to continue arguing when Janelle slaps the water in frustration.

"Stop fighting! Damn..Its fine. Im not dead. It not the first time Ive had to walk somewhere in my life and it wont be the last. Plus it was early...You could have just as well been asleep and missed my calls so..its no big deal. Shut it.."

In the way she always did, Janelle effectively ends the bickering between her overprotective boyfriend and her vigilant girlfriend with the simplest reasoning.

They still glowered at eachother resentfully, as it they werent just doing loud and raunchy sex with eachother 30 minutes ago.

Jungkook sticks his tongue out st Kat childishly before dismissing her presence, returning his full attention to Janelle.

"Ok but Im still sorry. It wont happen again, I promise." he assures her. The stress melts from her face at his unnecessary apology.

"I know babe. It's ok, foreal. Im just glad I'm not at work anymore. Everybody was unusually more rude and aggravating today than normal. I think im just gonna stay in this weekend. I know yall wanted to go out tonight but I dont think im gonna make it. It hurts to walk. Hurts to stand..." she trails off.

Kat reaches over and dips her arm into the water to rub Janelle's thigh in empathetically, resting her chin on the edge of the tub.

"Awww Belly. I hate seeing you like this. Makes me sad.." she pouts.

"Same. Yeah we're definitely not going anywhere tonight. I'll just tell Tae to sell those tickets he copped for us. There was a show I wanted to take yall to but fuck it." he shrugs casually. Kat looks at him over her shoulder, her normal frown nonexistent at the knowledge of his plans.

"You got tickets to see Bad Omen's?" her voice is small, most likely her attempt at not seeming too excited. Knowing her favorite band was in town for one night with no available tickets had her in her feelings all week, and learning that Jungkook got the hook up on tickets anyway made her wish she'd been a little nicer to him.

Just a little.

Janelle looks to Kat's hopefull face and wilts with guilt.

"Awww no. Kat was so sad she couldnt get those tickets. You guys should just go. I'll be ok.." she insists, resting her hand on Kat's under the water. Both Jungkook's and Kat's snap towards Janelle.

"What? No..." Kat begins.

"Yeah, that wouldnt be right. You wanted to see them too." Jungkook adds.

Janelle shrugs her shoulder.

"Only because of you and Kat. I know like..one song. That was yalls thing. I wouldn't be upset if you went." she locks eyes with both of them.

Theres a moment a silence in the bathroom as Kat and Jungkook considered her words, neither of them feeling comfortable with her suggestion to leave her behind.

"Nell.." Jungkook frowns, his eyes forlorn and in avid disagreement. Janelle just shakes her head.

"Just go. Both of you. I'll be fine, I promise. Tell me all about it. Kat, record if they do my song, record some for me?" she squeezes Kat's hand with the gentle ask and Kat's pouted lips twisted in conflict.

"Please?" she lifts her brows, giving the world's most irresistible set of puppy eyes anyone had ever seen.

With s reluctant smile of her own, Kat nods slowly.

"Of course Belly. I'll record the whole thing." she ensures her.

Feeling satisfied with the agreement, Janelle smiles tiredly at Kat before releasing her hand.

"Good. Its settled then. Now if y'all don't mind, talking is starting to make my head hurt and I want to soak a little bit longer.."

"Say less.." Jungkook is first to stand, gesturing for Kat to follow him with a irrefutable look in his eye. For once, Kat doesnt protest and she nods before leaning to kiss Janelle's wet temple.

"Let us know if you need anything, Ok?"

Janelle nods, beaming weakly at Kat's show of affection before speaking.

"I will. Now get out." she smiles and the two do just that, Jungkook following behind Kat. He gives Janelle one last look with fondness as well as melancholy in his gaze before shutting her back in her steamy candle lit oasis.

In the hallway, Kat taps Jungkook on his chest with the back of her hand to get his attention.

"Hey..Are we seriously gonna go to that show and leave her here in pain?" she whispers roughly so Janelle had no chance of hearing them.

Jungkook kisses his teeth, glancing at the door breifly before shaking his head.

"Fuck no...I just wasnt about to argue with her. I might go to the store though. Get her some shit to help her feel better.."

"Ok good because I was gonna say..."

"Hell naw." he chuckles.

Jungkook's about to walk away when Kat stops him again. He lifts his brow curiously at her soft grip on his forearm.

"Why didnt you tell me you got those tickets? You knew I was trying to get them.." Kat says lowly, not quite in a whisper.

Jungkook smirks at the question.

"I know. I was planning to surprise you with em. You know Tae works security at that venue sometimes so he pulled some syrungs for me." he shrugs nonchalantly.

Kat's peircing eyes thaw instantly, the corners of her mouth perking up in a smile.

"You asshole..I could kiss you. I didnt know you liked me that much." she perts her lips, nudging Jungkook's pec with her fist. His nose crinkles with his smile, feeling a tiny bit of satisfaction at effectimg Kat this way. He reaches up to pinch her chin between his thumb and index finger affectionately.

"Aww. Come on now. You know me better than that Kitty Kat.." he teases.

At the sound of the dreaded pet name, Kat's smile vanishes and she snatches her chin from his hold.

"aand you just had to ruin it.." she grimaces but Jungkook merely grins as he leaned in for a chaste kiss, pecking Kat's pout loudly.

"You'll be ok." He slides in cheekily, giving her ass a smack and squeeze before they go their separate ways towards their respective quarters.

[vincentspissfleshlight]

@awxyundercxver since you wanted to know about Matthew two precious cats here’s a short story on how he got them in the first place..

Mind you this was when he was 29

The night was still young—fresh, alive, buzzing with the hum of cars and motorcycle engines, neon signs, and the distant howl of drunk bastards who, for once, weren’t him. But Matthew? He was gone.

High off his ass on some strong-ass purple kush, eyes blown wide from the MDMA pill still working its magic in his system. His balls empty, yet unsatisfied from some desperate bar slut that gave him a shitty ass blowjob, throat burning as he nursed what was left of his Jack Daniels straight from the bottle which was barely anything. Matthew had just been kicked out of some shitty pool hall bar, something something about grabbing a bartender’s fat ass, picking a fight with a jukebox because the damn thing kept freezing in the middle of his moment. Whatever. He wasn’t listening. Wasn’t thinking. Just drunk, high, and pissed off.

“Fuckin’ dickheads—” he spat as he stumbled into the alleyway behind the bar, chucked the whiskey bottle at the brick wall, watching it shatter into amber shards at his feet. He was about to light up another joint when something stopped him.. something small. Faint.

Meowing.

Matthew straightened up, heart hammering, and turned toward the sound. It was coming from a pile of bins, from inside one of the black garbage bags. His stomach twisted. There were only a few things in this world that made him genuinely sick to his core, and animal abuse was one of them. Without hesitation, he flicked out his switchblade and tore into the plastic, ripping it open in one swift motion.

Two tiny kittens tumbled out onto the cold pavement, crying and shivering. One was black, splashed with ginger patches, looking like a burnt marshmallow. The other had brown, black, and grey stripes running down its little body, like a mini tiger.

Matthew stared with wide eyes, they were so fucking small.

The little things barely had any meat on their bones, their spines were visible underneath their skin, fur all patched and rough. His chest ached in a way he didn’t fucking like. They reminded him of something, they reminded him of himself.

“You two must be so goddamn hungry, huh?”

The kittens meowed up at him, pawing weakly at his combat boots. Matthew muttered a curse, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a crumpled, half-eaten beef mince pie. He tore it apart with his fingers and crouched down, feeding them little pieces. They ate like they hadn’t had a meal in days, tails flicking as they nuzzled against his hands.

For a split second.. just a split second.. there might’ve been a smile on his face. But you’d never know.

He stood up, about to leave, shaking off the moment, shaking off the tightness in his chest. He wasn’t some fucking bleeding-heart animal rescuer. These weren’t his problem.

But as soon as he took a step back, the kittens meowed louder and scrambled toward him, climbing up onto his boots, pawing at his jeans like they didn’t want him to go.

Matthew froze.

Something in his gut twisted again, hard. He didn’t do this shit. He didn’t do attachments. Didn’t do responsibility, didn’t do love. That shit hurt too much. But as he looked down at them—these tiny, helpless things that some worthless piece of shit had tossed away like trash—he realized something.

They didn’t ask to be born. They didn’t ask to be left behind like this.

They didn’t ask to be thrown away, to be unloved, to be hungry and cold and fucking alone.

And neither did he.

Matthew took a deep breath, rubbed his face, and groaned. “Fucks sake.”

He knelt down, scooped both of them up by their scruffs, and tucked them into the front pockets of his leather cut, wrapping his leather jacket gently around his body to shield them from the night chill.

People on the street gave him weird looks as he walked back toward the AOD clubhouse, two tiny heads poking out from his cut. He barked at them to mind their fucking business, flipping off some asshole teens who stared too long.

By the time he reached the clubhouse, the kittens were fast asleep against his chest. It made his night way fucking better than that damn shitty blowjob.

Next morning

Matthew stormed into the nearest pet store, eyes bloodshot, still a little hungover, still a little pissed off, and slammed a bag of overpriced, grain-filled cat kibble onto the counter.

“This shit kibble fuckin’ sucks,” he growled at the cashier. “You got anything better or am I gonna have to go in the back and find it my fuckin’ self? You goddamned scrawny cunt.”

The poor cashier stammered out something about premium brands, eyes wide like a deer in headlights. Matthew just cracked his knuckles, making sure the kid knew exactly what would happen if he wasted any more of his time.

Five minutes later, he walked out with the best damn kitten food, cans of fancy wet food, a new litter box, and—against all odds.. two of the cutest little fucking cat collars he could find. One was a deep black for the ginger-marked one.. classy, refined. The other was a stupidly bright orange one, like it was meant for his tiny black tiger-striped menace.

He got back to the clubhouse, dumped everything onto the floor, and lit a cigarette as the kittens pawed at their new collars.

That night, as he lay on the clubhouse couch with both kittens curled up on his chest, warm and purring like tiny engines, Matthew sighed as a song from Black Label Society played in the background.

“…Guess I’m keepin’ you little shits.”

And then, He named them Cheezit and Gizmo.

[bullet-prooflove]

So, for the free for all, how about Bodhi from Tulsa King and the prompt “Are you wearing my shirt?”

Tagging: @kmc1989

The sun is rising, the orange light playing across Bodhi’s bare skin as he wakes up to the sweet and earthy scent of Hindu Kush. The taste blossoms on his tongue, intermingled with your honey from just a few hours ago. That strain is one of the rarest in the world, incredibly hard to get your hands on and now it’s in his home, taunting him.

You’ve been holding out on him, he thinks as he slips out of the sheets, his muscles aching from a night of one of the best tantric sessions he’s had in a long time.

Slow, sensual, intense,  you’d kept each other on edge for hours, staying in tune, keeping that rhythm, until you’d finally let go and given yourself to him completely. The release from something so prolonged…

It’s completely out of this world.

Transcendent is what he’d call it, restorative even. All that stress he’s been carrying, that tension throughout his body it’s vanished. There’s just this sense of calm and wellbeing.

He finds you outside, smoking a joint as you sit on one of his beech wood benches, surveying the plush greenery amongst the throes of his rock garden. It’s a tranquil space, somewhere he can just sit at the end of a long day and exist in nature, sipping herbal tea and listening to his sound bath songs.

“You’re wearing my shirt.” He comments as he lingers in the doorway, his gaze drinking you in.

Your wild hair falls away from your features as you tilt your head up to look at him. It’s those eyes that get him everytime, deep, fathomless pools with draw him in, drag him under. He’s always known you were an old soul, right from the very moment you met, he thinks that’s part of the attraction, the mystique of it all. He may know you intimately but there’s parts he’ll never be able to tap into.

“Buddhism is all about sharing Bodhi.” You remind him because he can be a little bit precious about his clothing.

“It is.” He agrees as he sits down on the bench alongside of you, his fingertips adjusting the hem of the t-shirt as it falls across the geometric lotus tattoo on your thigh, the one his mouth ghosted over last night. “So the least you can do is share your Hindu Kush.”

You take a drag from the spliff before exhaling, blowing the smoke into his mouth as you kiss him. The taste of citrus bursts on his tongue, the warmth of your lips, it floods his system with a sense of euphoria as raw heat erupts through his synapses. He’s forgotten what this strain does to him. Most people, it soothes, settling them down but for Bodhi, it works a little differently. It does for you too, he remembers.

“We need to get inside.” He mumbles against your lips, his thumb chasing along the curve of your jaw. “Otherwise I’m going to fuck you on this bench.”

You laugh then, that sweet sinful little sound that makes his dick even harder in the boxershorts he’d thrown on before coming out here.

“Then fuck me Bodhi.” You murmur as you lie down along the length of the bench, your back arching as you take another drag. “I don’t care if the neighbours complain.”

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[marine-indie-gal]

Space Goofettes

My Personal Take on the Genderbend! Space Goofs after seeing someone else's own version, I've been wanting to do an Hypothetical Rule 63 AU on One of My Favorite Obscure Cartoons since it's been so long that I've done some Genderswaps (which is really a huge fun challenge to Me).

Also including some GB Earthlings (both Canon and My OCs from my AU) as Well.

While making my own takes, I already came up with some Names for each of the Characters.

Aliens:

Etno Polino - Laia Isola

Candy (formerly "Candle") Hector Caramella - Dandy (formerly "Danielle") Melinda Dalgona (Still a Non-Binary/Transgender)

Gorgious Klatoo - Beauty Caamino

Bud Budiovitch - Kush Kushette

Stereo Monovici - Radio Bianchi

Earthlings:

Star - Sirius

Ambre Lou Astrean - Ambrose Loup Astrean

Dr. Sigmond Viktor "Saccharin" - Dr. Sigmonia Viktoria "Saccharina"

Boris "Igor" - Doris "Igora"

Lucien Bolok - Lucienne Boloka

Ugarte - Ugarta

Lukas "Kai" Cadell - Lucca "Kay" Cadell

Kiko - Kiki

Tyson B. Adakai - Tyra B. Adakai

Posey - Basil

Jayda "Jade" Nicholson - Jayden "Jay" Nicholson

Cleo - Cleon

Matthew "Mathias" - Mattea "Matty" Gardner

Patches - Buttons

Fitzy - Fizzy

Fergus - Fergie

(Didn't have enough time to also GB My Human Adult OCs including the Parents as well as Fitzy & Fergus' Owners).

Before anyone dares to question Me, yeah, I changed the Space Goofs' surnames only for My Take mainly because I wanted to pull up a "Twist" around the Names, including adding Different Letters from the Alphabet like in some Masculine/Feminine Name Counterparts in their First Names just to sound more "akin" like to the Original Counterpart Names (like fitting in within a Rhythm based on their similar nature attached to the Said Name).

I also found out that apparently the word, "Etno" is Neptunian (as in the Planet, "Neptune" named after the Roman God) in which I twisted for Fem! Etno into "Laia" like a similar tongue-roll to "Salacia" (also a Planet named after another Roman Deity who was also Neptune's Wife) which is completely funny to Me because I happened to be a Big Huge Greco-Roman Myth nerd, lol.

I also have Another Version of Genderbend! Ambre (Ambrose) showing both designs based on My Redesign and the Canon Version from the Cancelled Movie.

Space Goofs (x) Xilam

Space Goofs OCs (c) Me

[pinkpastels113]

OKAY BUT IF you like Call Me Maybe that much I HAVE to come in here with the Marianas Trench Propaganda. Sorry but I MUST

They have some more rock/alt sounding songs too (and some orchestral stuff) but they have some that are very pop as wel!

Shut Up And Kiss Me - I don't know why but this is the first one that came to mind, its so fun and funky. It draws inspiration from 80s music, I love the piano in it and just,,, VIBES

Rhythm Of Your Heart - Literally one of my favorite songs from them of allll time like. All the lyrics are so good and the instrumentals and Josh's vocals and the whole vibe of a secret relationship UGH SORRY I just want to yell AAAAAAA good kush

Remember Me By - This one is from their newest album and SUCH a bop. It has BIG Bechloe vibes to me personally. "I'll give her something to remember me by" is the same as "Let me show this guy how it's done" AM I RIGHT OR AM I RIGHT

Here's To The Zeroes - This one has a Call Me Maybe mention!!! And it's overall just a fun song with a good message. I love that he's so open about what he went through to get where he is and the pressure of the music industry.

This Means War - I LOVE THIS ONE A LOT TOO but I love so many of their songs so. I love the lovers to haters vibe,,, exes who can't let each other go despite all the friction. "I just wish you'd open fire on me so I can see you still worry if I care" SUCH A BANGER LINE HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO BE NORMAL ABOUT THIS

I uhm. Am limiting myself to 5 recs for now. but know there's so much more. (And if you end up disliking any/all of them that's totally fine too!!! I know not everyone is as feral about them as I am dfhfjg)

ohh my fav would be here's to the zeros off this list! and YOURE RIGHT that is v on par with the "let me show this guy how it's done" comment teehee and yesss the "take cover baby" repetition after that banger line screams i still love you despite the fact that i wanna fight :)

[siren-nereide]

Art by @arvildon

My name is Marcques! (or Marc) [Kur-Ištar]⛥ I am Ishtarite-Luciferian with two patrons which are Lucifer & Ishtar⛥ This is religious & spiritual blog. I am genderqueer & bisexual, and, I have nerve pain. I am also otherkin [sirenkin, fallen angelkin, vampirekin]. I am Priest/ess by Their command. This blog is also to document experiences, accountability and devotional to the spirits. I live with my family, and do real estate/stocks. You’ll see a lot religious estacsy. Also, it would include but not limited to astrology, hermetictism, neoplatoism/thuergy, astronomy, daimons, vampirism, HGA, and folk witchcraft. I am closeted and prefer it that way.

Asks are always open! I'm more than happy to help you on your journey! (Some people can be rude so, I must reinforce boundaries) ^^

If you think I am lying or do not believe in this sort of thing, why are you here? Yes, I practice spiritspousal, which I am. If you have negativity, leave.

Other words: I have been on and off for 11 yrs, I include Carl Jung's archtypes in my practice. I am Aquarius Sun, Capricorn Moon & Pisces Rising. I use all well researched iterations of Innana and Lucifer in my practice which I believe to be Astarte, Astraroth, Hesperus, Phosphorus et al. I work/venerate King Paimon, AA Uriel, Lord/Lady Leviathan. Honorable mention: Lord Buer. I work with the seven planets ceremonial magick way and prefer roman names and rituals. Even though, I am considered a pagan witch I use occultist & magician, please respect that. I am a private person and my spirituality is extremely personal, I will stay anonymous.

I am open to other's opinions in the community. Since, this blog is personal I reserve the right to block anyone who wishes harm on me and my practice.

Language such as but not limited to "us", "them" , "we" may be used to referred to myself because of my disorder. This blog will be NSFW a times and kink-heavy. I am avid music fan so, you might see some bands & artists. Some of my special interests are space, the sea & the desert so you'll see a lot of that. Yes, I have an psychiatrist that does therapy regularly.

My carrd: https://marcques.carrd.co/ ♡

Alter(s):

[It is a collaborative effort so most will be acknowledged on here]

W - curses a lot, an guy/boy, aggressive, rational, can take a agnostic-atheistic approach, triggered a lot in stressful situations

Marc (Host) - The runner of the blog, genderqueer, usually sounds professional, custodian

Lor (N/A) - very religious, genderqueer & the one you will usually see, the one that spams the Latin everywhere, special interests like the sea, weather, space and the desert

Sol - lady/girl, likes the sun a lot & posts fluff, yapper, loves anything cute/kawaii, happy-go-lucky

Lou (L) - gatekeeper, does not have a presence on the blog, but helps Marc out with regulation, sometimes blocks Winfred. Quiet. Twins (genderless).

Yes, host & alters can collaborate on post so you will see the tag include all if necessary. Yes, response will be different depending who is fronting. Yes, they are all me. The blog will have a lot of contradictions. Think of it as the sun breaking through even the darkest of seas.

If anyone wants to know, Lord Lucifer sees me as an vampiric siren in the category of fallen angel from my own long-time experiences. Removing spirituality for a second this archetype has helped me a lot in the everyday.

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♡ Multum amor ♡

[spotsupstuff]

heyy how do the feeding tentacles work for your ancient interpretations? I saw the recent sparrows art and got curious

well ORIGINALLY i just forcefully shoved them in there cuz yanno how our real life sea anemones (sasanky...) consist of a Tube and at the Beginning of the Tube there's a Hole that is both a Mouth and a Shit Dispenser and then around That are Tentacles and all That funny kush can Retract in some cases... so the Ancients have basically two kinds of tentacles in the head region

the feeding ones:

and then the Funney Ones (these are capable of paralyzation. with the bipedal body plan, only on the head, they are kinda useless but o well):

this is all old drawings but like the concepts are stayin n evolvin for now

the tentacles are mostly leftovers from their time of properly living in water for the better part of their lives in the past (bitches upgraded from Atlantis to land-livin n then sky-livin when the iterators came around). i'm thinkin of doin the higher circle thing with them where the feeding tentacles are forcefully extracted from the genome/operated out, now

the ancients' skull prolly looks smth like this (with some teeth variants, usually according to the part of the world they come from, ya kno the deal):

the cheeks are a mix of muscle and little pouches for the tentacles:

i suppose they should be able to get quite long, now that i think about it! their role is basically to be the tongues of the Ancients, since they don't have any business having ones like us (i like to think their language consists mostly of clicks and then peculiar sounds made in the throat. n i Do know i've drawn Sparrows blepping at least once but can you blame me it's hard to let go of cute bleps). so they taste stuff with them and also can move food deeper into their mouths thanks to the tentacles pushing inside from within their pouches. just like real sea anemones, these things Can grab and move a thing into the mouth, but since the Ancients aren't in a place where the food floats around and have developed hands they don't usually do that anymore

i find the idea of them quite fun overall cuz they remind me of Spearmaster's tail

[peterbythewayi]

Being human

What if the team of guys on a mission had a sixth person - a female Marine from intelligence?

Part II

Santiago pulled out onto a steep road that stretched almost to the edge of a cliff. This jolt caused Anna, who had fallen asleep in the back seat, to fall with her head on Benny's sleeping shoulder. He didn’t even wake up and in response lowered his head down, resting his shaved cheek on the top of the girl’s head. Noticing this in the rearview mirror, Garcia could not help but smile and whistle quietly, attracting the attention of the other guys to their sleeping partners.

“Our little Benny has grown up,” Frankie chuckled quietly, to which Santiago replied:

"He had grown up even when you first offered him bourbon."

Frankie rolled his eyes, but his friend did not see it because of the sunglasses he was wearing. In any case, the conversation did not stick together and they drove the rest of the way in silence.

As the car entered Brazil, William turned back and gently shook his brother's knee, trying to wake them both up.

“Hey, wake up, we’ll be there soon,” he said, but, seeing that it wasn’t working, he slapped Benny on the thigh, “Benny!”

Benny barely opened his eyes and, not yet fully awake, looked around; Thick foliage of trees flashed outside the window. Only when he turned back he saw that from his movement Anna, lying on his shoulder, had rolled onto his chest. Gently waking her up, Benny stretched his stiff neck and arms while his brother tried hard not to stare at him (which was a bad thing, since he noticed).

Having parked (so to speak, since they were staying in the jungle), Santiago began handing out radios and weapons to the team. Anna silently checked the pistol's magazine and put it in the holster on her hip, after which, looking up at the man and catching the faint worry in his eyes, she smiled encouragingly.

“We are in Lorea's backyard,” he said finally, after which they scattered in different directions for reconnaissance.

“Why did he choose the fucking jungle?” the guys hear the angry hiss of Anna, who had to take the most difficult path - through the swamps. And it seemed like she had already stepped on something, since she was so angry.

“There are impenetrable forests here,” William’s voice sounds from the earphone. “It’s unlikely that anyone would think of looking for him here.”

“Or, no one just wants to die,” Benny comments on his brother’s assumption, to which he just sighs.

“Stop clogging up the broadcast,” Santiago says dissatisfiedly, so that Kushing and the Millers calm down. They really fell silent, silently stomping towards their positions.

"So, what's this guy got against banks?" William suddenly asked, “At least a safe.”

“The house is a safe,” Garcia answered him.

Anna found this strange. The phrase “the house is a safe” was firmly stuck in her head as she crept up to the house.

“I’m at the gate,” Benny’s voice came through the earpiece. “This looks like everything was done about 82% right. The got all the toys out here, but these cameras aren't even almed at the weakest breach point."

"Your girlfriend's making her normal money drop?"

And here comes Tom.

“Yeah,” replied Santiago, “She's prepeared to record the inside of the house.”

Frankie walked to the back of the house and cursed, then spoke hastily:

"Pope. Pope, I have kids over here,” his voice trembled when he heard children’s laughter, “Does he have kids living in here with him?”

Unstuck from the binoculars, Santiago exchanged glances with a perplexed Tom.

“ 'Cause that's gonna make things a whole lot more complicated and is not what I signed up for,” Frankie said, without waiting for an answer from the Pope.

"The family is not a problem. They're the answer,” Santiago finally says.

"Why?"

"Church. Lorea is very devout. Every Sunday he sends three guards to the 6.00 a.m. service. When they get back, he sends the rest of the team, along with his family, into town for mass. That leaves him and three people guards in that house, and that's our window."

“Devout drug dealer,” Anna almost snorted, clutching the gun tighter in her hands.

"Why would he do that?" - asked William.

“Worried about someone taking his kids,” Santiago answered quite logically, “and he never leaves his money. Also, I don't think he believes that anyone actually has the balls to come out here and rob him.”

“It's probably 'cause it's a stupid idea,” William said again and Anna could not help but agree with him.

Garcia cast a quick glance towards Tom, who barely twitched the corner of his lips and chuckled. In some ways he was right.

"Pope, I got your girlfriend coming up right now,” Benny’s voice reached the team, “Holy shit, she’s a beautiful, man.”

“No worse than Kushing,” he almost blurted out, but he shut up in time.

“I fucking knew it,” Tom blurted out, shaking his head.

“Fuck off,” Santiago waved his friend aside.

A quiet girlish laugh was heard in the headphones.

William thanked the heavens for his ability to ignore everything and focus on work. And now he ignored the senseless squabble of his partners and made his way to the house.

"God damn... - he whispered as he exhaled, stopping in front of a fence with holes, from where he could see Lorea standing over several hostages. Miller caught his breath and groped for the walkie-talkie, saying quietly: “I got an execution about to go down over here.”

"Are you at the tennis courts?" - Garcia immediately asked.

"Yeah."

"Yeah, that's his spot."

William didn't answer. He silently watched as Lorea, taking a gun, began to kill them one by one. Lifeless bodies fell to the ground as Lorea moved on to the next one. Miller closed his eyes, unable to see it.

"Why does she need this?" - Anna finally asked the question that was tormenting her.

"She hopes I can get her little brother out of jail,” Santiago shrugged.

"Did you put him in jail?" - Benny asked with a barely audible grin.

"Not real."

“I'm guessing that's putting her at some risk,” the younger Miller either asked or affirmed.

“Man, I almost forgot why I go out of this business,” Frankie snorted and, hitting his head on a branch in the semi-darkness, quietly hissed: “Shit gets so dark so quick.”

The broadcast went quiet and Anna even got a little bored, looking around Lorea’s huge house, but Benny’s tense voice made her wary:

"Oh, shit, we got ground sensors here, boys."

"Did you hit one? - Santiago.

Benny looked at the flashing red sensor and barely breathed.

"I don't know, I'm not sure."

“Benny, I got two guys on motorbikes coming your way,” Frankie whispered.

Benny held his breath, lowering himself down into the bushes so that he would be less noticeable.

“Hold tight, Benny. I’m trying to get out there and cover you,” William said and quickly walked towards his brother. He stood between two trees growing on the edge of the road and hid, tightly clutching the gun.

“A stock boy job at Walmart's starting to look pretty good right now, boys,” Miller Jr. hemmed, looking at the motorcyclists who stopped a few meters from him.

After hesitating for a couple of minutes, they moved away from the trees, to which Ben breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm clear. They are coming back to you."

“Let's get the fuck outta here,” William suggested following the example of the motorcyclists, and everyone more than agreed with him.

[hueningkoi]

80s music that sounds like something you'd hear in a Joann Fabrics (rip) at like 9am on a Tuesday is my favorite kind of 80s music. Nothing's Gonna Change My Love For You by Glenn Medeiros. That's What Friends Are For by Dionne Warwick. Gloria by Laura Branigan. That's the good kush.

[justagalwhowrites]

Sneak Peek

What's that? I started working on a real angsty one shot with QZ Joel based on a request that's been sitting in my inbox forever? Oh noooooo 🫣

You’d come by twice more and chatted with Tommy for a bit the next time you saw Joel at all. You knocked on their door with a loaf of bread in hand and Joel opened it, frowning at you.  “He ain’t here,” he said before you had a chance to say anything.  “Oh,” you tried not to look disappointed. It seemed like that would be rude. “Well, I made a few loaves of bread today. I thought you might want one!”  You held it out, an offering.  He took it.  “Still not sure why you’re doin’ this,” he said, almost sneering. “You just never work? FEDRA jobs that kush?”  “No,” you frowned. There was the familiar pinch of tears at the back of your throat. “No, I work 12 hours a day six days a week, I just… I like to share.”  You turned to go before you started crying in front of him, like an idiot.  “Wait,” he said. You stopped but didn’t turn around, tears starting to slip down your cheeks. “Shit, I… Look. I’m not trying to be an asshole, OK? Just… Haven’t exactly had many people be nice for the sake of bein’ nice in a while. Feels hard to believe. Would… would you want to come inside? Don’t exactly got much at the moment but there’s coffee. Could make us some.”  You dried your eyes on the back of your wrists and hoped he didn’t notice.  “Yeah,” you sniffed a little before turning around. “Yeah, OK. Coffee sounds good.”