#let’s go stupid go crazy ahhhhh

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plots ?? spare plots?? aka smash that like if it’s ok for me to invade your dms for plots :)

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𝘇𝗼𝗺𝗯𝗶𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗽𝗮𝗱𝗲𝘀 (pt. 1 w/ the bllk boys)

characters: isagi, bachira, kunigami, chigiri synopsis: series of bllk boys trying to survive zombie apocalypse genre: crack/comedy tags/warnings: swearing, gore imagery, might be ooc, horror, zombie apocalypse!au a/n: will be making this one as a series so each of the bllk boys can shine! ;D

The streets were unusually quiet, save for the occasional rustle of wind through broken glass and debris. Isagi trudged alongside Bachira, clutching a crumpled map he’d scavenged from the front seat of an abandoned car. The map wasn’t exactly clean—it had coffee stains and what might have been ketchup smears—but it was better than wandering aimlessly through zombie-infested streets.

“Alright,” Isagi muttered, studying the map. “There’s a grocery store up ahead. Looks abandoned, but we might get lucky.”

“Oh, yeah?” Bachira perked up, his usual grin spreading across his face. “Think they’ll have snacks? I’m in the mood for some chips. Oh! Or pudding. Definitely pudding.”

Isagi sighed. “Focus, Bachira. Supplies first. Survival second. Pudding… way down the list.”

When the store finally came into view, Bachira didn’t hesitate for even a second. “Nice! Let’s go!” he exclaimed, jogging toward the entrance.

“Hey, hey, wait!” Isagi called, his voice laced with panic. “Are you out of your mind?! Can you at least check if there are zombies around?”

Bachira spun around, walking backward with his arms spread wide. “You know what? Let me just say something about all the crazy stuff happening around here—”

“Not the time for a speech!”

“—zombies are so misunderstood,” Bachira continued, completely ignoring Isagi’s protests as he disappeared inside the store.

With a groan, Isagi followed him, folding the map and shoved it in his pocket then clutching his backpack like a lifeline. The inside of the store was just as trashed as the streets—empty shelves, scattered cans, and a distinct smell that Isagi decided not to think too hard about.

“Okay, just be quiet,” Isagi whispered as they crept deeper into the aisles. “We grab what we need and leave. No stupid—”

Both of them froze mid-step.

On the ground ahead of them was a zombie, sprawled on its stomach like it had faceplanted and never bothered to get up. It wasn’t moving.

“Is it… dead?” Isagi whispered.

“Well,” Bachira said, tilting his head thoughtfully, “technically, it is dead. But you wanna find out?”

“No, I really don’t—”

But Bachira was already moving. He spotted a marker lying on a messy shelf and snatched it up, the grin on his face widening. “Alright, listen. All I’m saying is zombies aren’t as bad as people think. They’re just grumpy, y’know? Probably just need some love and—”

“What are you doing?!” Isagi hissed, watching in horror as Bachira crouched next to the zombie and started doodling on its face.

The marker squeaked as Bachira drew two squiggly eyebrows and a lopsided mustache. “See? Look at this guy. Total softie. Misunderstood, for sure.”

“Get away from it!”

Just as Isagi was about to yank Bachira back, the zombie’s eyes snapped open.

“AHHHHH!” Bachira yelped, stumbling backward as the zombie lunged at him.

“IT’S ALIVE!” Isagi shouted, full-on panicking.

The zombie grabbed for Bachira, its groaning raspy and guttural, and Bachira screamed, waving the marker like it was a weapon. “Back off, Picasso! I was making you beautiful!”

Isagi fumbled around, his heart racing, until his eyes landed on a crowbar lying on the ground then hastily grabbing it. Without thinking, he swung it with all his strength, whacking the zombie on the head.

It wasn’t enough.

“Do something!” Isagi yelled.

Bachira, still holding the marker, panicked and grabbed the nearest thing—an expired can of beans. With a dramatic yell, he chucked it at the zombie’s head.

The can hit with a sickening thud, and the zombie finally slumped over, truly lifeless this time.

Both of them stood there for a moment, panting.

“…Well,” Bachira said, breaking the silence. “Guess he couldn’t handle my art.”

Isagi glared at him, still clutching the crowbar. “You’re insane. I’m leaving you behind next time.”

“Aw, c’mon, Yoichi! Admit it. That was fun!”

“NOT FUN!”

But Bachira was already poking the now-dead zombie with his foot, humming cheerfully. “Think we should grab that pudding now?”

Isagi groaned. He was definitely going to lose his mind before the zombies got to him.

Isagi crouched by a shelf, squinting at the labels on the remaining cans. Most of them were dented, and some didn’t even have labels. He sighed, grabbing what looked like canned soup and stuffing it into his bag.

“Bachira, what are you doing?” he called over his shoulder.

“Grabbing snacks,” came the lazy reply from the next aisle over.

“Snacks? Seriously?” Isagi stood, looking at him incredulously. Bachira was casually shoving packets of chips and candy bars into his sling bag like he was prepping for a movie marathon, not an apocalypse.

“Duh. Snacks give you energy,” Bachira said, grinning. “You’re gonna need energy if a zombie starts chasing you.”

Isagi opened his mouth to argue but stopped. “You know what? Fine. Whatever.”

As Isagi turned back to the shelf, a faint sound made his ears perk up. It was subtle—a dull thud, like something bumping against a door. He stiffened, gripping the crowbar tighter.

“Bachira. Shut up for a second,” he hissed.

Bachira blinked. “I wasn’t even talking—”

“Shhh!”

The sound came again, louder this time, followed by a low creak. Isagi’s eyes darted toward the back of the store, where a door was nudging open. His heart skipped a beat as two figures stepped inside, slamming the door shut.

“Hey! Who are you?!” Isagi shouted, raising his crowbar defensively.

Bachira peeked around the shelf, his head tilted curiously. “Oh, we have guests?”

The appearance of the two newcomers, an orange-haired guy with a serious expression, raised his hands. “Relax. We’re survivors, same as you.”

“Yeah,” the redhead beside him added, tying his long hair back into a ponytail. “We were being chased and needed a place to hide.”

The orange-haired guy glanced around the store, his eyes landing on the bags Isagi and Bachira had stuffed with food. He let out a low whistle. “Seems like a lucky day. Smart move.”

“Yeah, but who are you?” Isagi demanded again, narrowing his eyes.

“I’m Kunigami,” the orange-haired guy said, nodding toward his companion. “This is Chigiri.”

“Isagi,” he replied cautiously, still gripping the crowbar. He gestured toward Bachira, who waved enthusiastically. “And that’s Bachira.”

“Nice to meetcha!” Bachira chirped, as if they weren’t in the middle of a zombie apocalypse.

The four of them exchanged brief stories about their struggles. Kunigami leaned against a shelf, crossing his arms as he spoke. “My group didn’t make it,” he said quietly. “We got separated a few weeks ago when we were ambushed. Since then, it’s just been me trying to survive.”

Isagi nodded, gripping his crowbar tightly. “That sounds rough. We’ve only managed because we’ve been sticking together. It’s… easier when you’ve got someone watching your back.”

“Yeah,” Kunigami agreed, glancing over at Chigiri, who was browsing another aisle. “I got lucky running into him earlier. He’s fast as hell, I’ll give him that.”

Bachira piped up from where he was lounging against a shopping cart. “Fast legs are good. Zombies don’t usually sprint like track stars, you know?”

“Not yet, anyway,” Isagi muttered grimly.

Meanwhile, Chigiri had wandered to the personal care aisle. The others’ conversation faded into the background as he scanned the cluttered shelves. Most of the bottles had been knocked over or spilled, but he managed to spot an intact bottle of shampoo. He grabbed it, flipping it over to check the label.

“This one smells nice,” he muttered to himself, then frowned. “No conditioner? Come on…” He crouched down, rummaging through the mess in search of a matching set.

That’s when he heard it—the faint, rhythmic thud of something against a door. His head shot up, his heart pounding. He turned slowly toward the back of the store, where a door was nudging open, inch by inch. A hand appeared, clawing at the edge.

His breath caught in his throat. “Oh, hell no,” he whispered, dropping the shampoo bottle.

Scrambling to his feet, Chigiri bolted back to the others. “Guys!” he hissed, his voice urgent. “We’ve got a problem!”

Everyone turned to see it: a rotting hand curling around the edge of the door, pushing it open wider. The low, growling of zombies followed.

“Fuck, they got in!” Chigiri yelled. “Run!”

No one argued. They bolted toward the front of the store, the sound of shuffling feet and snarls growing louder behind them.

“Go, go, go!” Isagi shouted, shoving Bachira forward when he slowed down to grab a pack of gummy bears.

As they sprinted outside, Kunigami stumbled, his weapon—a heavy pipe—clattering to the ground.

“Kunigami! What are you doing?!” Chigiri yelled, his voice sharp with panic. “Keep up!”

Kunigami hesitated, torn between leaving the weapon and grabbing it. With a curse, he snatched it up and ran, the zombies now uncomfortably close.

The four of them darted behind a parked car, panting heavily.

“Did we lose them?” Isagi whispered, peeking around the edge.

For a moment, the coast looked clear. Then he spotted it—the keys dangling from the car’s ignition.

“This car has keys,” he said, turning back to the others.

Before anyone could celebrate, another group of zombies appeared at the end of the street, heading straight for them.

“Get in the car!” Isagi yelled. “Let’s get out of here!”

The four of them scrambled inside, slamming the doors shut.

Kunigami sat in the driver’s seat. Isagi slid into the shotgun seat beside him, glancing nervously at the keys still in the ignition. In the back, Bachira plopped down behind Isagi, grinning as if this was just another fun outing. Meanwhile, Chigiri took the seat behind Kunigami.

“Okay, who’s driving?” Chigiri asked, his voice laced with urgency.

“Let Ichigo drive,” Bachira suggested casually, grinning at Kunigami.

Kunigami scowled. “Shut up!”

But he twisted the key anyway, the engine roaring to life. His hands hovered awkwardly over the wheel and pedals.

“What do I do?!” he shouted, panic setting in.

“Hit the gas and GO!” Isagi yelled.

Kunigami stomped on the gas, and the car lurched forward, nearly crashing into a lamppost before he corrected the steering.

“Damn, you don’t know how to drive!” Isagi shouted, clutching the door handle for dear life.

“OW! My head!” Bachira groaned, rubbing the spot where he smacked into the window. “Kunigami, are you trying to kill us before the zombies do?”

“Why does it feel like we’re on a roller coaster?!” Chigiri snapped, clutching the back of the driver’s seat to steady himself.

Kunigami shot them an exasperated look, his hands gripping the wheel tightly. “I haven’t gotten my license yet, so give me a break!”

Suddenly, a raspy groan came from the shattered window beside Chigiri, and he barely had time to react before a decaying hand shot through, grabbing a fistful of his hair.

“Shit! My hair!!!” Chigiri screamed, thrashing against the seat as he tried to pull away.

“Hold on!” Bachira yelled, grabbing a nearby empty soda can from the floor. With an enthusiastic swing, he slammed the can into the zombie’s wrist, knocking its hand loose.

The zombie let out a wet snarl, stumbling as the car sped up, leaving it behind.

Chigiri frantically tied his hair into a tighter ponytail, glaring at the still-grinning Bachira. “Next time, maybe check the windows!”

“Relax, you’re fine! Plus, I saved you. You owe me a snack,” Bachira teased, winking.

“Are you kidding me right now?!” Chigiri snapped, but he was too shaken to argue further.

Meanwhile, Kunigami wrestled with the steering wheel, narrowly avoiding another lamppost. Zombies swarmed behind them, but the car kept gaining distance.

Isagi groaned, burying his face in his hands. “We’re all gonna die, and it’s not even the zombies’ fault.”

a/n: lmfao, i tried my best. 🤣🤣🤣

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I'm so glad other people are having a peeta renaissance and I'm so obsessed with how you write for him !!!!!! Could you do promt #6 with Peeta please ! Maybe with the scene with Johanna in the elevator or maybe something with Katniss during the victor's tour ?? Big love ! ❤️

Omg omg thank you!!!!!!! Ahhhhh! Love this. I hope you enjoy!

Prompt 6: you’re jealous

Jealousy, jealousy.

Peeta Mellark x reader.

A

You entered the lift with Peeta and Haymitch after the parade. Soon after Johanna entered the lift too. She undid her hair and rambled about how boring her costume was and the stupid Capitol.

She then asked Peeta to unzip her.

He glanced at you for a second before obeying. He looked up but you noticed how his eyes wondered.

A bitter feeling spread into your chest. Why couldn’t he seem to keep his eyes off her.

You had the sudden urge to lean onto Peeta and hold onto his arm.

He glanced quickly down at you, and kissed your head. Johanna climbed off the elevator.

“Wow.” Haymitch mouthed.

Peeta’s eyes went wide in an ‘ I know’ sort of way.

You let go of him, no longer liking the thought of holding him. Not right now, not nowthat she was gone.

When you got back to your room you changed out of your dress and climbed into bed.

“So, you love me…right?” You asked as Peeta brushed his teeth. He frowned leaving the brush limp in his foamy mouth and spat out the toothpaste rinsing his palate and toothbrush.

“Of course n/n.” He crawled behind you and held you close in his lap. “You’re everything to me.” He whispered.

You were quiet for a while before speaking up again.

“What did you think about Johanna?” You asked.

“She was alright-“ he shrugged, still holding you.

You scoffed.

“Oh my god! You’re jealous.” Peeta turned you to face him with a smirk.

“I am not!” You denied.

“Oh come on! You’ve been insecure all evening, you had to grab onto me when she was in the elevator, you’ve been asking about her since dinner.” Peeta listed and you sighed.

“It’s just- you looked at her… and you’re supposed to look at me. And I just- I got upset because you don’t act like that when you see me-“ you were cut off by a kiss.

“Peeta!”

“You are so cute when you’re jealous! Did you know that?” He smirked. “I wasn’t looking at her like that n/n. I was looking at the marks on her back, I think the peacekeepers beat her or something. They looked fresh. And I was thinking, she must be crazy, yelling about the Capitol 24/7 and getting undressed in an elevator.” Peeta explained.

You felt a little silly.

“Oh.”

“Even if I was checking her out, which I wasn’t, I wouldn’t ever look at you like that. You are so gorgeous and I respect you so much. I will only ever look at you with love and not like you were some painting I could eye-fuck.”

Tears filled your eyes. “I just get scared because I don’t look like her. I don’t look like the pretty girls in the Capitol.” Insecurities washed over you. “I don’t want you to be disappointed that you were stuck with me.” Tears ran down your cheeks.

Peeta kissed you on your cheek and wiped away the tears. He stroked hair out of your face. “You don’t look like them… you’re right. You’re more beautiful than all of them. I don’t want the over the top girls in the Capitol or the extremely over the top Johanna.”

You watched him with such love. You had just accused him of checking out some other girl and here he was making you feel better. He wasn’t even angry. He was perfect.

“I mean, have you seen Effie? I don’t think I could handle that much glitter. You know?” He rambled and you giggled.

“I want you n/n…I love you. I could never be disappointed about just you.”

You smiled and held each other tighter until you were almost asleep. You felt Peeta’s stomach moving? Was he laughing?

You heard laughed finally erupt and you leaned back, trying to figure out what was so funny.

“What is so funny.” You were smiling just off of his expression.

“I love you so much you know that.” He laughed. “Remember the day we first spoke back in 12. You asked me to go out with you, which I thought was really brave because you were normally so quiet.” He rambled.

“Then you told me that you’d been outside for about an hour contemplating before you came into the bakery. Well, I had no idea you got so jealous over me…it’s flattering.” He laughed again.

“What!?” You sat up in confusion.

“N/n you 100% saw that red head from school go in before you and watched her flirt with me. That’s why you asked me out. I should thank her really.” He smiled and you gasped and then buried your head in his chest, a bright shade of pink.

It was true. You had liked him for ages. She couldn’t steal him from you.

“I should start kissing you whenever you and Finnick talk.” Peeta tickled your sides and you laughed despite your embarrassment. “I mean, he’s a good looking guy, should I be worried.” Peeta smiled at you and you returned the gesture.

“Yeah you should be.” You tried not to laugh.

Peeta fake gasped and pushed you onto your back, the spongy bed bouncing under you.

“I’m sorry, have you seen his abs…” you fanned yourself. “I don’t make the rules babe.” You smiled.

“Is that so?” Peeta held your knees that were the only barrier between him and the rest of your body.

“Have you seen these abs?” He lifted up his t-shirt revealing his abs. You could look at him all day. He was perfect.

He pulled you closer by your feet and straddled you. Moving for a passionate kiss, and moving down your neck finding your sweet spot. When he sat up straight again you were left in a love sick haze.

“Bet Finnick can’t do that.” Peeta was out of breath after the heated kisses, the only reason he stopped was for air.

You shrugged playfully. His eyes widened in surprise.

“Look who’s jealous!” You smiled. You quickly hooked your ankles and flipped him over to be on top.

“I’m-I’m not jealous.” Peeta was right, he looked at you with only love.

You kissed him now, leaving him a love sick mess. Scruffy hair and all.

“Come on bread boy, let’s get some sleep.” You climbed under the covers and he quickly followed letting you use his now bare chest as a pillow.

“You have better abs.” You whispered and you could almost hear him smirk.

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[writingoneout]

Untilted Katamari Reflections

Preamble:

Content considerations for the following include:

Parental abuse

Bigotry

Worldly anxiety

You're welcome back another day if that's too much right now.

I.

It’s fall of 2015.

You and your virgin college friends drink shitty cocktails called the “Slutty Will Rodgers.” They’re just Pepsi rawdogged with indeterminate amounts of grenadine and Captain Morgan. When you bought the mixers a Wal-Mart stocker yodeled “OOOOoOoooOH, maKIN sOMe DRINKS?!?!” and you knew it was time to leave.

We Love Katamari is on the Telly. It’s a sweet, trippy game you first bought to cope with high school. On Dark Fridays at 1am, when your inbox was barren and your balls were full, you’d drive to the empty gym downtown and sprint six miles. Then you’d come home and replay the firefly level until you fell asleep with your pug.

Your college friends are bad at the game, so they pass the controller. You’re playing the underwater stage. A spaceman falls in the pond of people gunk and stacked crabs. It’s going really well if you’re honest. You point to the screen and say “this’ll be Florida if Trump wins.” See Fig. 1.

Figure 1: Rick Desantis has big plans for Disney.

Your friends don’t reply because they soon won’t be virgins and their tongues battle each other’s. It’s a different game they play, one with fuzzier rules, but greater industry respect. You wish the campus gym was open 24/7.

. . .

Your skills as the prince are not inherent. You first meet him in 2005, when your dyspraxic hands can barely tie a shoe. Your parents catch you lose shit for the Toonami review of Me and My Katamari. They buy it for Christmas, hoping to steady your nerves while your father’s in therapy.

Dr. Flam is a Neo-Freudian hitched to your mom’s guy, Dr. Flim. She’s deep in your dad’s dream journal and makes him watch movies like Cool Hand Luke to really reign in his ego. He gets the DVDs from the Netflix site, then through the mail. As a family you watch your dad’s therapy films and reruns of Inyuasha.

In the waiting room you barely navigate the sticky ball through Namco Bandai’s Satoshi Kon parade. See Fig. 2. You’ve only seen adults express anger verbally, so when you mess up you grunt a lot and let out those Leopold Butters Stotch swears like “crap,” “shoot,” and “gosh darn.” You’re not particularly self-aware, so you probably just say “god fucking damn it” a few times and don’t remember. Years later you realize there was probably a secretary behind the glass watching you do all this.

Figure 2: Bwahbwahwabhbawahbwaaaaah.

Sometimes there’s a girl in the room with you, just around your age. She’s stuck while Dr. Flim teaches her mom about what dream snakes mean for her fear of male puberty. That's what he did for your mom, anyway.

You think the waiting-room stranger is cute, but you won’t admit you like girls yet, especially not to yourself. To cope with the cognitive dissonance, you do your weird shit louder while refusing to make eye contact with her. If you get real stressed you crank up the main menu track and yell “ahhhhh that’s so relaxing” while the “nah nah nah nahs” play through your headphones.

At one point the girl stands against a wall and stares at you with her arms crossed. You bet she thinks you’re cool, but she’s probably just annoyed and hopes you’ll notice, or maybe just ask if she’s OK. It’s probably good you don’t talk with her. You might ask something stupid, like if she's seen the roach corpse in the stairwell. It’s been there for a year straight, isn’t that crazy?

For better and worse, you power through your little game alone. Every time you lose the King of All Cosmos beats, shoots, and belittles you. See Fig. 3. It reminds you of when your own dad shattered your Harry Potter wand over the kitchen counter because you dropped a mini pizza.

Figure 3: The King of All Cosmos offers little constructive advice, all things considered.

You fail quite frequently. Eventually you drop the game because it’s getting stressful and you have the power to relieve yourself of the situation—not the Freudian lobby, just your fake dad.

II.

It’s 2012. PlayStation Network uploads The Prince’s primeval outing: Katamari Damacy. Within, Padre Cosmotic flaps his gums over too much hooch then slams his dump truck ass through the better part of our solar system. He dislodges every recognized constellation and even the moon itself.

Cosmos sends Prince to Earth—the last brick left in the shitstorm—to make slop of our planet and bodies. With the slop space itself will be made anew. The Good Son does as he's told, and every living entity experiences euphoric ego death within the bulbous heaven of the Katamari.

As a Real Gamer Teen you lose a lot less in this one. You really go in and fix Fake Dad’s mistakes, no problem at all. This is why a year ago you hailed “gaming journalism” as your calling. You write clean and play tight; should keep the lights on. It’s the most concrete idea you’ve had since 7th grade when you outlined a YA novel called Tooth Pocket. Even you didn’t think Scholastic would buy that one, though. It was just too hot for the book fair.

One day you’re cranking through FFVI and your real dad swings by, mad you're young. He grills your ass and says “I bet you can’t even tell me the biggest thing happening right now.” It’s some real “What’s a gallon of milk cost?” shit, he could mean anything.

 Surprisingly, you can’t think of a good answer. You and your friends are actually pretty informed because John Stewart is still at the desk and y’all chime in every day. See Fig. 4. You also spend hours each week tearing through MSN slideshows in your Graphic Design class because the Photoshop takes five minutes. You’ve seen a staggering amount of the Syrian civil war.

Figure 4: Sometimes in Snapchat you draw glasses on your cat to make him look like Mitch McConnel. You wouldn't do that without this guy.

Still, you’re a little stumped. It’s the middle of a phenomenon native to moralist presidencies known as "a slow news week.” You actually ran out of war shit the other day and clicked through some slides about Pakistani wrestlers. The seniors who offered you Jack Daniels in the Whataburger lot saw it and laughed. They thought you were peeping dong in class. You really weren’t, but they didn’t believe you. They graduate certain you were bricked up in the Dell Lab over big guys in spandex.

“I don’t know,” you tell your dad.

He throws his hands behind his head, hard, like an orangutan chucking logs at a poacher.

“It’s the fucking carbon tax,” he yells. This comes as a surprise, you think, because that shit is last month’s news. It really didn’t go anywhere.

“Do you not pay attention because you don’t give a shit, or are you just a nihilist and think you can’t do anything?” You can tell in his eyes he thinks there’s a real answer. “Seriously, which is it?

You don’t remember what you said. You probably just stammered until he walked off.

A month later he picks you up from marching band. Your phone is dead, so he had to wait twenty minutes longer than anticipated while you found his car. He punches the rearview mirror until the windshield cracks then screams of how your birth kept him from New England.

III.

It’s 2016. A rockin’ MILF in the Psych department gets you really into Hamilton. See Fig. 5. Every day you wake up on the grind and blast “You Aaron Burr, sir?” through your shitty 7-11 cans. While cramming foreign language Quizlets and McGraw Hill Online you do this thing called “Hafilton.” It’s where rock up to “Nonstop” and quit listening just before Hamilton decides what he will stop is being a good husband.

Figure 5: Like Kojima, you know "MILF" is a mindset, not a factual inquiry.

It’s 2018. Your grades are notably better and you’ve snuck into the honors program. Like Hamilton himself, you really flourished at 19 and thought about running for office. You immediately abandoned this idea after remembering your allergy to recordings of your image or voice.

You cohabit with the Psych MILF, and she offers some advice: she’s really had her boots on the ground with this whole “clinical psych thing” and honestly, respectfully, she loves you, but dear God it might not be your scene. It’s taken a real toll on her and the friends, and she can’t imagine you going through that shit.

At 1am in your living room you boot up DOOM (2016) and listen through some Hamilton. Angelica is thirsty on main when you remember that you, yourself, could be a lawyer. You don’t have to run for Congress to fight the establishment. There’s just the common law, and it’s right there. You can just get your grubby little hands in that shit and work your magic.

. . .

It’s the last semester of undergrad. Your Western Thought professor says Hamilton wasn’t really a huge deal and really James Madison shat out the big parts of our faction-proof empire. Yes, there was, in fact, a civil war, but the caplock rifle worked it out. After the Federalist papers he has you read the Bill of Rights but no Supreme Court cases. There’s a lot of talk on negative liberties.

Just before finals, the learned doctor says your generation only has two things to worry about: the climate and the poverty. Yeah they’re big, he says, but they’re just two things. You’re crafty kids, smart as the framers, even.

. . .

The state decides law school is your jam and lets you come inside.

There’s the negative liberties but you actually read Supreme Court opinions when the big boys aren’t shaking fists for Valley Forge. They have you listen to Hamilton for context. You feel dirty. An LRW professor puts on the “I’m Just a Bill” video and your sectionmate with Ivy degrees gets really, really mad.

. . .

The Federalist Society has a comfy presence at your law school. Along with Big Oil they sling out free pizza to every Little Scalia with a rumbly tum tum.

On your way to class you hear what the pizza boys feel. They hate Europeans, those social democrats with the rotten armories and clumpy cash. The Euros, they think, give too much wiggle room for the mentally ill, and by that they mean they mean gay people and probably just women overall.

There are more than two things to fix, you think.

. . .

The pandemic hits. You and some pals start a Google Doc to stay afloat. It barely works. In the Zoom review for the property final your professor catches multiple people crying. "You don't have to be here," he tells them, “there are other jobs.”

. . .

A year passes. You’re in a niche public interest class you do all right with. The professor looks you and thirty-five others dead in the eye and says how sorry he is that law school is traumatic. You shed a single tear in your little window. You're pretty in the shit and haven’t worn pants to class in months.

Then public interest prof takes a big, big drag from his long, fat spliff. He spins his desk chair and baseball cap at the same time, never letting go of the joint.

“Hey,” he says. “It’s not your fault, really, but the world is fucked. It’s time to fix what your parents did.”

The next week he gives a practice exam where the best solution is to sell an old lady’s house to Nestlé.

IV.

It’s 2022. After throwing your whole gooch at it, you fail the bar exam.

You fall back hard into exercise. When you’re not slamming Barbri you’re at the gym binging curls and cranking the Chainsaw Man soundtrack. One night on the way to squats you finally hear “Black Parade.” Just like you, Mr. Gerry Wayland is stuck between global disrepair and the desire to write Funny Little Books.

You just started an FLB yourself, actually. It’s spin on a Story Break episode you love. In your version there’s a fucked up civil war horse that moves like a spider and is covered in bugs. Rich people kill the planet then the horse gets lost in space. It’s compelling, you promise. There’s body horror and pirates dressed like Gorton’s Fisherman. See Fig. 6 It’s about the horrors of the contemporary world state. It’ll be fun.

Figure 6: An untapped horror icon. Imagine blood contrasting that yellow.

Big problem, though: you remember rich people love hiking. There’s no grass on Mars, not that good shit anyway. Would they really fuck all of it?

You edit. In the last few years, the real breathless ones, the oligarchs cash their tab. A cartel, they think, could really muscle those stragglers, the tragically common. There’s one city left with both breathable air and refugees. They level it. The few survivors are spread amongst the stars, so their loves and languages may die.

. . .

It’s the middle of Bar Prep Round 2. You and the patient MILF see Hadestown in the Big City.

There’s a juke joint on stage flanked by devil trombones. A sad little guy slinks in from the janitor’s closet. His name is Orpheus and, just like you, he’s a sad, short writer who likes a lady so much it comes out weird. He has a vision, he says, for a little ditty. It’s compelling, he promises, and shit’s gonna change. His love is functional and realized, worth the investment of a hardened woman displaced by capital’s torture. She believes him.

You cry because you know where this goes.

It’s just a single tear.

Don’t worry.

Nobody sees.

. . .

There’s this game you like, by some corporate anarchists who hate themselves. They’re Scandinavian, from the spot in Tallin where you stopped for a cruise. Every gift shop there had swastikas and gas masks leftover from the bloody years.

In the game is a liberal yacht MILF. She thinks you’re stupid but someone’s helping with your gun, so you’ve got that on her. And yet, she pins you, re your whole writing thing. See Fig. 7.

Figure 7: She sucked, but it still hurt when she left.

Your favorite Supreme Court podcast says the ocean’s last hope is other countries. But those countries’ people cry to the Disco game, and their ministers also bought The End of History. You meet them on the subreddit. You're all geeked out, waiting for the tide.

. . .

It’s the era of desert cradles. God thinks you’re disgusting, so he sends his better kids with a memo: the flood was too much work on his end, it’s time for something different.

“Just keep walking,” he says.

Your skin bares his figure. So do the corpses. You little birds among billions, gassed out and screaming, move to clean.

V.

It’s 2023.

We Love Katamari is up on the PlayStation store. You sit with the cats and mow down some crabs. You don’t need it so much these days, but it’s nice.

There’s a Bar card in your wallet, just below your gym tag. There are two interviews in your Google Calendar. Good stuff might happen, hopefully soon. You crawl into bed and wrap an arm around your wife’s rib cage.

Everything matters and nothing is safe.

You are loved enough to sleep.

[cup1dvalenl1na]

Give me my soul headcanons now before I eat you pookie 😡😡😡😡😡

AHHHHH

OK SO IVE MENTIONED ABOUT HOW HE REACTS DURING A RELATIONSHIP REALLY DEPENDS ON WHEN YOU DATE HIM

But for the purpose of this I'm going to assume this is timeskip soul

I feel like Soul would give you gifts but like, secretly.

He might make you lunch and leave a Lil note for you or when you come home you see a gift there.

I think he would be too embarrassed to give you anything upfront.

If you say anything about the gift he gave you he kinda just looks away (to hide his red face) and says it wasn't a big deal.

He's protective of you but not to an obsessive amount like a crazy yandere.

He knows you're capable of protecting yourself,but if you need help, he's stepping in right away.

Def does NOT let you talk bad about yourself.

He'd listen to you express why you feel this way but he'd quickly shut it down and tell you all the things he loves about you.

You def do stupid shit together tho, depending on how crazy you are he'd have to be the voice of reason sometimes

Just imaging you two riding shopping carts but if it crashes into anything yall run out of the store

Bro does NOT study,

you'd have to help him actually study or else he's gonna write notes and shove them in his clothes like last time.

Usually you have to drag him to the living room and he groans and lays on the ground to make it harder for you lmao

Like I've mentioned before, he's not super into pda, but he shows his love for you in other ways

Like treating your injuries, sharing music playlists, mayhe even just laying down and watching a movie

He's super chill like that lol

Sorry pookie I've been super busy lately but I AM BACK

[iccyhoon]

OKAY SO LIKEEE..hear me out.. reader suddenly drops by ni-kis house at a stupid late time, basically forcing him out the door to watch the first snow fall and play in the snow with her. They start walking back to his house while sharing earbuds. The song 'snow' by Kim Daniel starts playing on her shuffle playlist, and they have a little moment, confessing that they liked eachother

Okay that was really specific but like...🫠

Ahhhhh! Of course!! You got it!! I love this idea!! It's so cute and simple yet has so much potential!! I won't let you down! Thank you for being the first post on my enha blog!

Snow

PAIRING: Ni-ki x fem!reader

WARNINGS: Cutesy Niki!

WORD COUNT: 814

He heard knocking on the door after he was done brushing his teeth. He was confused so he immediately walked out and looked at the peep hole to see you. He was so confused as he checked his phone. It was currently 2:45 am at night. He opened the door for you as he rubbed his eyes.

"Why are you here?" He said, harsher than expected. "It's about to snow! Let's go watch it together." She said light and whole heartheartedly. He shook his head. "It's late..." He said, trying to reason with you.

You were dressed in fleece leggings, white skirt along with a white puffer jacket. Brown earmuffs to match the brown boots you had on.

He smiled looking at how cutesy you dressed up. "Please Niki?" You asked as he shrugged. "I don't know. It's late." He said yawning immediately after. You pouted and grabbed his coat, his scarf, a beanie, and his winter boots. "Now get these on." You huffed as he shook his head no, sitting on the couch.

You puffed your cheeks. Helping him get dressed as he couldn't help but smile at your reaction. You helped him get ready as you pulled out your phone. "Hurry it's 3 already! First snow starts at 3:15!" You yelled as he covered your mouth, suddenly full of energy. "Shh! My neighbors are gonna kill me..!" He whisper yelled as he chuckled and you giggled.

You guys both laughed as you plugged in your earbuds, playing your winter playlist. He knew winter was your favorite season so he didn't complain as he stuck the right side in his ear.

"So where are we going?" He asked. "To that open field of grass." He looked, he didn't see much grass. He did see patches of frost though. "That's frostbitten grass silly." He said as you sighed, looking at your phone. "Hurry it's 3:05!" She said, pulling on his wrist, forcing him to run. He laughed and you laughed with him.

"We made it!" You said, checking the time, "It's 3:12 am." You said, waiting for the snow as you sat, he sat next to you as he cleared his throat. You guys sat in silence for a minute.

"So I-" You both said at the same time and laughed gently together. "You first." He said. "No you." You said back. "You go." He insisted. "A gentleman knows better to listen to a lady." You told him as he looked around. "Where's the lady?" He joked as you pushed him lightly.

"Kidding, kidding." He said, taking a deep breath. "Listen, y/n." He started off, causing yout heart to pump faster at your nervousness.

Just then, the song changed to Snow by Kim Daniel as he chuckled.

"As I was saying..." He said looking into your eyes, your nose all red from the cold. "I really... really do like you..." He confessed. "For a while now actually. All the little things you do is why I fell in love with you. You may be crazy and come to my house at damn near 3 in the morning just so I can watch the first snowfall with you." He said chuckling, "But that's something I want to keep doing with you..." He said holding your hand. "That's something I want to experience forever alongside you." He confessed as tears rolled down your cheeks.

He was horrified and hugged you. "I'm sorry..." He said gently as you pulled away slightly smiling. "I'm not sad... just really relieved you feel the same way..." You replied, your voice sweet and soft as he sighed of relief.

You guys smiled at each other, knowing your feelings were both reciprocated. As a snowflake fell on Niki's nose.

You immediately smiled and turned to see the snow fall. You were so happy and once the song ended, you leaped out of his arms and went to play in the snow. Niki following you soon after.

You made snowballs and threw them at him as he counter attacked and threw one at you as well. You guys made snowmen and snow angels together and after you were making your 4th snow angel, he just looked at you. Knowing that you were now his.

You walked over to him and smiled. "Thank you Niki." You said sheepishly as he rubbed some snow off your face. "Thank you for dragging me out here tonight." He said, sitting upright, pulling you in for your guys' first kiss.

BONUS!!

Niki woke up cuddled next to you as he texted his group chat.

Niki: Sorry guys, I caught a cold

Wonnie: Oh no, what kind?

Hoonie: What happened this time?

Niki: I'm love sick

Niki has sent a photo

Jay: Really 😐

Woonie: Feel better...

Hoonie: Why are you guys up at 6 am? I'm going ice skating on my day off

Seen

[corpsebasil]

I have a mini concept for knight Nikolai. because of course i do.

lets say he fucked up okay? maybe he offended you or something. WHAT IF—

“Are you really going to walk away right now?” - you

“I have things to do, princess. Things you wouldn’t understand.” - nik

“I wouldn’t understand, huh? Why, because I’m just a dumb, fragile, stupid woman?”

“You said it, not me.”

Bitch if you don’t take that back—

GOOOOOD

And now you’re at a ball dancing with a noble from another kingdom. You’ve been giggling and flouncing around with the same man ALL night, practically preening when he compliments you and refills your champagne class.

(Cue When I Was Your Man by Bruno Mars)

And Sir Nikolai is going crazy in the corner. It’s his job to watch you but right now he sort of wants to gauge his eyes out when he sees the noble kiss your knuckles. ESPECIALLY when you’re grinning and tilting your head to the side in that adorable fucking way you do when you’re being flirted with and like it—

After the party he escorts you back to your rooms but pauses at the door. Like—

“Princess.”

You pause. Turn to look at him; your expression is already cold as steel.

“Yes?” You ask. Raise a brow.

“I—“ He swallows and looks up to the ceiling. “I’m sorry.” When you don’t respond he continues. “I just hope that he treats you well.”

Another pause from you.

“Who?”

“That man that you were so attached to.” The minute he can tell your hackles are rising a bit he quickly continues. “You can be with whoever you want. I just want you to be happy.” He swallows, eyes heavy-lidded and exhausted when he looks at you. “I care about you so much. More than I should. I want you safe and loved, okay?”

You’re still just staring so he laughs awkwardly and shakes his head, mumbling out a shaky apology before you just grab him and kiss him.

Lets just say he doesn’t leave your bedroom that night.

AHHHHH JEALOUS SIR NIKOLAI

[xosharieee]

Sticky

Y/n knew her idea was stupid but she didn't care , to caught up in the moment. She quickly discarded her pink lacy night gown, panties along with it . Y/n slowly crawled on top of asleep lover and started to grind her soaking wet pussy against his hard on beneath his boxers. God was he big , Y/n started to pull her lovers boxers down a threw them somewhere around the room . Y/n slowly began to grind on him , with a hand over mouth so she wouldn't wake him with her moans .

"Mhm"  " oh fuck " Y/n whispered she could feel his veiny dick , rubbing against her clit making her go crazy inside .

But she stopped grinding after she had heard a groan from Klaus , she was really scared of him waking up which mad her wetter.

Y/n lifted her self and slowly sunk down on Klaus 's dick . "Ahhhhh" she moaned softly, a soft groan erupted from her lovers lip she needed to hear more .  But for now she needed to go slow with her pace to make sure he was still asleep.

Y/n had begun bouncing in a slow agonizing pace , he was so big it almost hurt . Y/n couldn't take anymore as she started bouncing faster , grinding as she came down on him .

" Fuck klaus "  she moaned loudly, she could feel a a familiar knot in her stomach. Chasing her release she needed so badly , Y/n felt her pussy clinching, pulsing around Klaus's dick ,  She looked down at her lover even when he was asleep she knew he was close as well.   " klaus " she moaned over and over again. Y/n felt him dripping inside her , that was last straw , she bounced on him a few more times before finally cumming . "Fuuuuck shit " she cursed  falling down on his chest panting . When Y/n finally caught her breath, she slide of  his cock , just in time because her lover had woken up .

"Love w-what happened , "why am I sticky klaus said drowsily

"Shh we can worry about that tomorrow for now let's sleep " Y/n said her voice

Even though klaus wasn't convinced he went to sleep anyway because they definitely would talk in morning.

Y/n knew her idea was stupid but she didn't care , to caught up in the moment. She quickly discarded her pink lacy night gown, panties along with it . Y/n slowly crawled on top of asleep lover and started to grind her soaking wet pussy against his hard on beneath his boxers. God was he big , Y/n started to pull her lovers boxers down a threw them somewhere around the room . Y/n slowly began to grind on him , with a hand over mouth so she wouldn't wake him with her moans .

"Mhm"  " oh fuck " Y/n whispered she could feel his veiny dick , rubbing against her clit making her go crazy inside .

But she stopped grinding after she had heard a groan from Klaus , she was really scared of him waking up which mad her wetter.

Y/n lifted her self and slowly sunk down on Klaus 's dick . "Ahhhhh" she moaned softly, a soft groan erupted from her lovers lip she needed to hear more .  But for now she needed to go slow with her pace to make sure he was still asleep.

Y/n had begun bouncing in a slow agonizing pace , he was so big it almost hurt . Y/n couldn't take anymore as she started bouncing faster , grinding as she came down on him .

" Fuck klaus "  she moaned loudly, she could feel a a familiar knot in her stomach. Chasing her release she needed so badly , Y/n felt her pussy clinching, pulsing around Klaus's dick ,  She looked down at her lover even when he was asleep she knew he was close as well.   " klaus " she moaned over and over again. Y/n felt him dripping inside her , that was last straw , she bounced on him a few more times before finally cumming . "Fuuuuck shit " she cursed  falling down on his chest panting . When Y/n finally caught her breath, she slide of  his cock , just in time because her lover had woken up .

"Love w-what happened , "why am I sticky klaus said drowsily

"Shh we can worry about that tomorrow for now let's sleep " Y/n said her voice

Even though klaus wasn't convinced he went to sleep anyway because they definitely would talk in morning.

[deadvixengirl]

December 31 2022

I know everything means well

But when the pain is gone

Will I be the same

Have I made my suffrage into beauty

To say one is done in a movie

I don’t own a television

“ mom I’m on TV “

They brainwashed our mines how to react on certain things

Hollywood

The people up there

They know how to smile

And not to waste time

But honestly I can go crazy about all these things

The study of a fallen dime

I believe in everything that I see

It’s going to fast

Birthdays aren’t real

888 in the back of my neck in order to heal

A screaming woman on the second day

Last week but it’s kinda late ?

None of this will even make sense

As I have unanswered questions from the pit of hell

I laugh in no question with myself.

Looking to my shoulder

I never felt so sad for having to be right

A say ing saying

“Sticks and stones do break bones”

Dancing with led lights in my dome

“Hello again

Can you describe to me what just happened“

The blue witch from water loo raised her hand

Writing a song with an unknown band

Pulling out a crystal to heal my wound

I’ll never forget how loud the wind blew

All eyes on me

I’m the past soul that was once burn in a stick

“What did you do” … “I just asked for world peace”

Sitting there as a photographer came

He pictured I pictured

Visions on the streets covered with a parade

A young lady in a blue beret

I’ll never forget that corvette driver man

The way he just hold her hand

There goes a bee there goes 2 bees

Ahhhhh there so many bees

To see that photo

The people behind me fueling my motto

Into the store I go so the strangers begin to dance in front on me

Mom I’m on a big screen

No subliminal message but the real thing

As the year ends I question why

Not the ending but on how things make me sight

The lost of good & bad things coming in full circle

But why now when everything was well said

To say it louder ?

To push myself in a bigger platter ?

These questions for the pit of my well

Not even days more of blinks of seconds

Concentrate concentrate

The fucking disrespect

When I shown you I am first

It truly hurts

Life of perception

Leave me alone

You stabbed me when I brought you to my dome

If insecure I’m no place to call home

Couldn’t even put your pride to the side as I spent my last day with you

Did it hurt to just see my face of disappointment

This was the end

*bzzzz bzzz bzzzz* “Um hello - my car is dead wait actually never mind” hangs up

A feeling sinks by

And ambulance passes by

Those stupid fucking messages

Of the unknown

I’ll shoot it up

“Hey please drive safe seriously dude”

Firework in the air strike

I’d go crazy if you died

Have to make it clear

But what else do you want from me when you don’t let me rest

I’m not who you think I am

Never felt the need to update cause it’s me and the world

Hey are you on hold ?

Different body same soul

Even when you are hell

You are home

…

I so deeply love you

[nugulover69]

Well, Mira deserves better than getting lied to here and there (SERIOUSLY GENBA??) and please Taiya give her her bonus she's doing GREAT jobs. Or probaby Shirabe could date her, or a threesome with Boon-chan. Genba I love you but please apologize to Mira. And Taiya... lower your head, please, and let Mira punches your face. SHE ALSO DESERVES TO KICK HOMURA'S BALLS.

Mira go stupid ahhhhh go crazy arc I agree. Mira-Shirabe-Boondario threeway is an utterly manic suggestion. would probably make for a good fic if anyone wants to take a crack at it

[marinerainbow]

I had to think about the cousins XDD It's such a cute idea!!

I LOVE THESE SO MUCH MAN I REALLY DO AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

👇 Actual footage of my heart everytime I read these 👇

Ok this is gonna need a readmore because I have SO MANY THOUGHTS BEHIND THIS

First off, WE GOT LORE FOR LOTTIE'S MOM!!!! LETS GOOOOOOOO!!!!

Omg omg omg I've been wondering about Rena for so long! But I keep forgetting to ask about her 😅 She's from VEGAS you say??? Did the Toon Patrol have a The Hangover style adventure in Las Vegas?? And that's how Smartass met her? Was it a drunken one night stand and that's why he was wondering who she was? Or was he just pretending in front of his boys that he had no idea who this 'Rena' is?? Did Rena manage to hide this whole thing from her husband? Does she want to see her daughter someday? Does Lottie want to see her? AHHHHHH I'm sorry, I'll stop before I bombard you XD

Though Lottie being the only one who was raised by all the weasels and no one else was around caught my eye. When does Lottie come into their lives? Was it before Poppy and Shiny came into the picture?

And- And Lottie knows Teddy's mom????? Lottie, reveal your secrets!-

Lottie and Penny bonding!!!!! Yes yes yes yes yes!!!!! Imagine if they have little inside jokes with each other. Or they're constantly checking each others' bounce to see who has the better one XD also I absolutely love that Lottie takes them out separately! I can imagine that the first time she did that, when they were little, Penny and Percy got upset about it, having used to being around each other constantly and not getting what she was trying to do. Though soon enough, they genuinely enjoy these times! They love each other, but it's nice to spend time with other people ^^ (especially since I can imagine they probably didn't/don't have the easiest time connecting with other kids. As horror toons, they can be creepy even without trying to be. Not to mention the habit they would probably pick up from dad. So for a while at least, the only friends they had were each other).

Also, yes! Shiny would absolutely be their favorite aunt. Poppy would still ask Shiny here to be their godmother, so she has a sense of responsibility for these little hooligans (which also helps her come into motherhood easier ^^). She's not judgmental at all with them; she herself was a crazy kid, she gets it. As long as they aren't hurting themselves. Fortunately, these kids also have Poppy as a parent, so even if they could easily be Devil children if they wanted to, they also have their angelic side ^^ that might also make the twins and Jewel close too! They kind of feel more like siblings because of Shiny's responsibility and care for all three of them, making the two families close (*cough quadple Greasy Shiny Psycho Poppy *cough*)

In general, the kids know that Shiny is the cool, non-judgmental aunt they can come to if they need help ^^

And Poppy with Teddy!!! Omg that touches my heart so much. Poppy and Stupid are the two breaths of fresh air in this insane boogle that Teddy needs XD I can so see Poppy being an ear for Teddy (or any of the kids), and possibly her mom too, about the troubles of being a civilian related to a criminal in some way. She's so understanding and offers her best advice ^^ imagine if Poppy got to be Teddy's babysitter when she was younger!!! (She's close to the family and a sane adult. Wheezy can trust her XD). And Poppy can help reassure Wheezy that he's doing an awesome job at being a dad ^^

On the topic of Poppy and the Wheezy family, if i may; if Poppy ever got to see Wheezy and [Jane Doe] together after they separated, it would be soooo awkward. Why?

Poppy: *not knowing what happend between these two* Aaaaw, you two make a cute couple! ^^

Wheezy and [Jane Doe]: ...

Poppy: ....

Poppy: *leaning over to Greasy* Did I say something wrong?

Greasy, knowing exactly what's going on: Ehhh... Not in the way you think, amiga.

Ahhhhh Psycho giving Jewel a knitted hoodie!!! That's just so heart warming ^^ I can see that when she gets older, and she doesn't grow out of this 'phase' that plenty of people told her she would, Jewel would get confused about herself. But she then remembers unkle Psycho has the same attitude as she does about that sort of thing, and feels a bit better ^^ I'm not sure who she would open up to about her asexuality first though; she and Psycho relate to each other, but her mom is the most laid back and understanding about this topic. But either way, Jewel will be able to better understand herself in the end.

STUPID WITH ALL OF HIS NEICES AND NEPHEWS!!! I'm so sorry Stu, we need to do more with you. So here is a quick unkle Stupid paragraph! He loves them all, obviously. They are all just so precious!! I can see him asking Pocho and Griny soooo many questions after they reveal they're having a baby ^^ he's almost like one of the kids like that XD and they all absolutely have days where it's just the kids and Stupid, watching cartoons and playing games and just having fun while the grownups go do their own thing. Like a giant sleepover! I like to imagine that even when they are all adults, they still have these get togethers. It's a tradition for them all ^^

Oh... Oh God, all these kids playing Truth or Dare... This is going to become their version of Uno; blood is drawn, alliances are made and broken. All hell will break loose.

You are right, I can see Penny being a bit of a daredevil. Though if she sees her prank has gotten too far/out of hand, she'll do what she can to fix it. She's mischievous but also nice ^^ and Jewel is the kind of kid who has a backup plan in case things go wrong. (If you play chess with this kid, you will lose. Just putting that out there XD). And Perry absolutely would be the lawyer of the group and makes sure to get signatures and proof XD I can see him being more devious than his sister, despite being the more low energy of the two. He'd probably be more like a lawful evil or something and grow up to be a lawyer something.

I want to see Lottie pulling truths out of her cousins and Teddy being nonchalant about her own truths XDDD the other three are watching them both with shock and awe XD JEWEL TRAUMATIZING HER COUSINS WITH HER PARENTS' BOOK "If I have to be scarred, I'm taking you all with me."

Ok the cousins sending Lottie letters and pictures is just so adorable and sweet... But when I first read Jewel's part, I immediately imagined that one of the chicken scrawl letters she sent Lottie was pretty much just "I miss you, but how can I get mami and papi to stop making noises at night?" Complete with a picture of herself frowning at a door; Greasy and Shiny's bedroom door 😅 what would Lottie's reaction to this cursed child's letter be?

Before I end this post (I have to before I make it too long XD), heres some headcannons for Griny family life. This is better done in bullet points.

The day that Jewel was born, was the day that Greasy finally started to believe in karma XD all the women he chased, and now he has to raise one. Shiny had a ball when she realized this (it took her a bit. Girl just brought a new life into this world, she is exhuasted).

Jewel's nickname is Pumpkin. Because Shiny's biggest pregnancy craving was anything pumpkin related. Ironically, Jewel hates pumpkin. She can't stand the taste. She will consider you her mortal enemy if you offer her some pumpkin pie XD

As a baby, whenever Shiny and Greasy would try to get some ~quality time~ in while Jewel was napping, she would start bawling out of the blue. It stopped them everytime, and then she would just magically be calm again. Almost like she planned this XD

I can imagine that even though they had Jewel, Greasy and Shiny didn't get married. They were just fine with their relationship as it was, and the stress of raising a kid didn't prompt them to think about a wedding. And to Jewel, that was normal too. It wasn't until when Jewel started going to kindergarten and talked with other kids, one of whom came from divorced parents, did she actually ask her parents why they weren't together together. Did they divorce at some point? Greasy and Shiny cleared it up for her and explained that they truly do love each other, but it did get them thinking about officially tying the knot.

Jewel has very vague memories of her parents' wedding. She remembers walking down the aisle with her mom most vividly. (Jewel was supposed to be the flower girl. But when the time came, the toddler just grabbed Shiny's hand and walked with her- still carrying the basket mind you XD everyone got a laugh out of it, and her parents have pictures)

I can see Shiny and Jewel bonding over makeup, actually! Jewel tried sneaking into her mothers makeup one day, though Shiny caught her. Instead of getting mad, she just chuckled and sat down and the two had a makeover, and now it's become a tradition for them ^^

Jewel and Greasy bond over having similar devious minds. Granted, his is more fine-tuned since he has had to use it for his own survival and his job, but he can still see when the gears in his daughters head are turning. Sometimes Jewel will come to him, asking him what he would do in certain situations, and Greasy knows that she's looking for answers of what she can do.

They also bond over cooking. I can see Jewel being fascinated with her father's talent since she was young, and likes being in the kitchen with him ^^

I sweat there was more in my head, but it's late here so my brain is shutting off XDD so have these two memes of Jewel I made. Thank you so much for sending this in! ^^

Actually wait, no. One more thing. Since it's the Halloween season, here's one more though for you.

Monster AU family's. Jewel is a half-demon. Lottie is a natural born werewolf (assuming she was conceived after Smartass' curse). The twins are two orphans that Poppy and Psycho adopt (or they were conceived magically), and Teddy is the only human among them.

Ok now bye-

[dia-souls]

Diabolik lovers Angel and Devil Story [ Chapter 16 ]

Chapter 16: The Truth

Her lullaby is heard in devil's ears every day. It is as if the moon has fulfilled the beautiful goddess's wish and brings her lullaby to her lover's ears every day so that he doesn’t have nightmares and sleeps peacefully.

Every day, he walks in a heavenly world in a dream given to him by the goddess and hears sweet smiles. He goes further and sees his lover with beautiful flowers around her singing a dreamy song and the birds accompany her in this pleasant song.

It goes further. He takes the delicate hands of his goddess and kisses them. He hugs her and asks her to come back. The goddess holds him in her warm arms and soothes him with sweet words. This dream is a beautiful dream until it ends.

_As always, Ruki is studying in class with a cold look, but his mind is somewhere else. Where a blonde girl sings a lullaby.

Ruki: (Her lullaby is in my mind every moment. What is she doing now? How will Carla treat her...)

*Ding dong* *ding dong*

_The sound of the bell catches Ruki's attention.

Ruki: (I'm sure Carla will treat her much better than me.)

Teacher: Have a nice day.

_Ruki continues to sit on the chair and think about Yui, regardless of the fact that the students are leaving the class.

Ruki: (I am willing to do anything to hear her lullaby just one more time and see her sweet smile one more time.)

Kou: Ruki-kun?

Ruki: ......! When did you come here?

Kou: We were waiting for you but you didn't come. As if you don't care, school is over.

Ruki: Is school over? Oh, I didn't understand. I will take my things now and come.

_Ruki begins to pack his things.

*Rustle Rustle*

????: Senpai Senpai!!!

Ruki: Oh...

_A female student approaches Ruki.

Female student: Senpai, can I ask you to help me in my class. We have a group work ahead of us and you are supposed to be the leader of our group.

Ruki: Group leader? No thanks. I have no desire to participate in this project.

Female student: But we don't know a better person than our Senpai.

Ruki: No....

Female student: But Senpai.....

Ruki: I said no. Don't you understand I don't want to participate in this ridiculous project with you stupid people.

Female student: ......!

Kou: What are you talking about, Ruki-kun? What happened to you?

Ruki: Go away. Leave me alone.

_Ruki angrily picks up his things and leaves the class.

Kou: (Ruki-kun.... what's wrong with you?)

*TIMESKIP*

_Ruki is reading a book in his room when he hears Yui's lullaby again in his mind.

Ruki: How long have you captured me in my dreams. You annoying woman. Get off my mind. Let me forget you.

????: Lala lala lala lala...... my beautiful moon, take me to the sky so that I can touch your blue heart and reach freedom.

Ruki: ......! Aaaahhhh the freedom? That's what I got from you. Right?

_Ruki gets up from the chair and goes to the window to watch the moon.

Ruki: You were singing a lullaby for the moon, but the one who heard that lullaby was me. What is it about you that attracts me so much? Who are you Yui? Why so special? Why are you so kind and emotional and why are you so lovely? You betrayed me, but I am the one who feels guilty.

_A cold wind blows and moves Ruki's hair.

Ruki: (I don't know what you are doing now.... I don't know if you are fine but.....) I miss you.

In a world of longing, Ruki cries silently with the memory of her beautiful lover. His heart can never lie to him. He wants Eve. He wants Yui Komori, his beautiful love.

He wants to listen to her lullaby again and go to a beautiful dream. He wants to see her sweet and innocent smile again. Ruki wants to get out of this darkness and step into the bright world of her lover.

*TIMESKIP*

_Mukami brothers are gathered around the table and are eating.

Azusa: Then..... why didn't Ruki...... come?

Kou: He said he is not hungry.

Yuma: Ahhhhh, this can't go on.

*Tick ​​tock* *tick tock*

_The Mukami brothers are silent for a while and none of them eat.

Kou: Ruki is really going crazy. He doesn't even pay attention to the surroundings. Today, when the school was over, he was still sitting in the class and he didn't even notice my presence next to him.

Azusa: He doesn't eat...... like before..... and he talks to us..... less.

Yuma: I feel that he is even more nervous.

Kou: Now that you said it, I remembered. He yelled at one of the students today. One of the students asked Ruki to join their group for a project, and Ruki got angry and shouted.

Yuma: ......!

Azusa: Ruki doesn't want...... to accept it, but he.... misses Yui-san.

Yuma: Yes, don't doubt that it is so.

Kou: Well, what should we do? We cannot allow the situation to remain as it is.

Yuma: We have to find that guy Riko. We need to know everything to be able to talk to Ruki.

Azusa: I agree. If there is...... one person..... who knows...... about everything, it is..... that boy. We have to...... go to the hospital...... and see him.

*TIMESKIP*

_The Mukami brothers are going to the hospital.

Kou: Remember, we must not let him know that we are Ruki's brothers, otherwise he might get angry with us and stop talking to us.

Azusa: I understand.

Yuma: Hah, let's go.

_The Mukami brothers enter Riko's room.

*Creeeeak*

Kou: Hai Hai Riko-san. We came to meet you.

Riko: You...

Kou: We are school students and when we found out that one of the best students of our school was injured and hospitalized, we were very sad and we came to...

Riko: This happened three weeks ago. Why did you come now?

Kou: Ahhh. Well, honestly, we...

Riko: You are that boy's brothers.

Kou: .....! Oh oh you know.

Azusa: Looks like...... the plan failed.

Yuma: It's really funny. How do ya know?

Riko: Well, of course I know. Every day, I saw Yui-san leaving school with you. So, you are surely are the boys she lives with.

Azusa: Did she..... talk to you..... about us?

Riko: Not much. Only to the extent that her father sent her to live with you.

Yuma: Well, she lived.

Riko: ......! What do you mean?

Kou: Look, we know that you are angry with our brother. And you are right. If I were you, I would be angry, but now there is an important issue that we need your help, otherwise the situation will get very messy.

Riko: What are you talking about?

Azusa: We don't know.... what happened.... that night, but now...... it's about Eve.

Riko: Eve?

Kou: He means M-Neko-Chan.

Riko: M-Neko-chan?

Yuma: Enough fools. They mean that girl. Yui Komori.

Riko: Yui? Is she ok? Did something happen to her?

Kou: It's a long story. We want to help her. But before that you have to tell us what happened that night.

Riko: How can I trust you? Your brother wanted to kill me, then you expect me to trust you?

Kou: Well... we...

Azusa: Listen.... Riko-san. We know..... that you.... don't trust us..... and you can't trust us. We don't know...... how to win...... your trust either. But we are..... doing all these things..... for the sake...... of Yui-san and..... our brother. We are...... worried about them.

Riko: .....

Kou: We know that you are angry with our brother. But if you don't want to help him, please do it for the sake of M-Neko-chan...... sorry for the sake of Yui. She is not in a good mental condition and this sadness may make her crazy.

Riko: I know.

Kou: .....!

Riko: Yui-san is the strongest girl I have ever seen. She always cries alone so as not to upset anyone. I don't want her to be more upset than this.

Azusa: Riko-san, so..... you will..... help us?

Riko: .....

Kou: Just do it at your own risk.

Riko: Okay.

Kou: .... Hooray.... Thank you..... Thank you.

Azusa: Thank you, Riko-san, you are..... very kind.

Yuma: This is a great favor to that girl. Be sure.

Riko: Don't be too happy, I'm only doing this for Yui-san. Neither you nor your brother just because of Yui-san.

Azusa: Again, this is..... a great.... favor. Thanks.

Riko: I don't know why you are so willing to help your brother. That boy is a monster.

Azusa: Hey, don't talk..... about Ruki..... like that.

Yuma: He's right, we know Ruki is very mean, but he's not a monster.

Kou: Ruki is just lost in his own feelings and cannot accept his true feelings, that's why he sometimes goes crazy.

Riko: Real feeling?

Azusa: The fact is...... that he fell..... in love with Yui-san, but he is...... trying to deny it. We want... to.... help him.

Riko: I see.

Kou: What?

Riko: I understand what was the reason for all his anger and irritation. He didn't know anything, that's why he feels guilty after that incident.

Yuma: Feeling guilty about what?

Riko: Sacrificing an innocent girl.

Kou: What do you mean?

Riko: I will tell you what happened that night, but then I want you to take me to your brother. I have to talk to him.

Kou: Haaaaaaa????? Are you crazy? If Ruki sees you one more time, he will kill you one hundred percent.

Riko: Your brother is fighting with his own feelings. If he continues like this, he will surely go crazy. Don't worry. I want to help him.

Azusa: OK.

Kou: Huh??? What are you saying Azusa? Are you crazy? We can't do this.

Azusa: I trust him.

Yuma: Me too.

Kou: ...... ahhhhhhhhh, I'm sure it won't end well.

*TIMESKIP*

_Yui is walking in the garden of Tsukinami mansion.

Yui: (Carla is not well. He is getting weaker and weaker every day. He doesn't want to show me, but I feel that Endziet is killing him.)

She walks with slow steps under the silver moonlight. She sings her lullaby every night so that one day the moon will hear the voice of her prayer song and save her from the prison in which she is imprisoned and fulfill her eternal wish of reaching heaven.

The wind blows and the roses shine under the moonlight. Looking at the beautiful white flowers, the goddess travels to a beautiful dream again. Although she is supposed to be Carla's wife, her heart belongs to another man. A man who was very cruel and ignored her pure love and pushed this heavenly angel away from himself.

But even the longest nights will end one day and the darkness of the night will disappear and the golden light of the sun will light up everywhere again. One day this darkness will disappear and the sun will finally rise in the life of this goddess.

Yui: This garden is very fragrant. The smell of roses is more pleasant and better than ever. I don't know if it's my lullaby or not, but I'm happy that at least the voice of my wishes reaches the ears of the roses.

_The wind gets stronger and Yui moves towards the mansion.

Yui: (Carla-san. I will take care of you with all my heart. I don't care about this dream and wish anymore. I don't want to think about Ruki-kun anymore. I am going to be your wife soon. This dream and wish is meaningless to me. From now on, I will take care of you with all my heart and I will not let this disease bother you....)

Yui: Because I am going to make a promise of eternal love with you. I am such a bad person that I am going to live a lie. Maybe my love for you is not true, but I swear to take care of you.

_Yui goes to the Tsukinami mansion.

Monologue:

My beautiful lover, I always sing your name in my lullabies to find peace.

I used to sing my lullaby to the moonlight every night so that it would reach your ears and you would not have nightmares.

I used to sing the song "I am for your love" every night.

But now it's time to say goodbye.

I want to forget you, so forget me too.

Although it may seem like a lie, I don't want to live with your memories in my heart.

Because they are tormenting my memories.

So forget me.

I will forget you too.

Goodbye my beautiful and dear lover.

I love you forever.

[springrls]

I have four doctors appointments this week which are all for different specialists. I'm freaked ok!! Tomorrow morning I get an MRI of my pelvis (again!) to check (we leave in 5 hrs 0-0) for inflammation. Which lol. Yeah. There's a 400cc breast implant of an ovary in there lollll. (It's hard to wrap my mind around that w/o panicking!)

So then Monday I go to a new eye doctor for an updated glasses prescription! Which is good as I can't fucking seeeee!! I finally have vision insurance (yay for medi cal!) but my glasses options will be mad lameee so also worried about my swag....

Tuesday I see my cardiologist, to go over the tests I had done in the past couple of months, him to be like "haha ok their fine let's figure out he next steps!" Which is POTS. HOPEFULLY I'll get a tilt table test (god why is this my life...!!) also he's gunna like "have you done the exercises?" And I started going to him BEFORE the insane endo stage 4 diagnosis.... so no Mr.Cardiologist I have been taking insane mid day naps to just FUNCTIONNNN!! Ahhhhh go crazy go stupid

Ok and THENNNN I talk to my obgyn Thursday morning (lol kill meeee) so 1. The new birth control is working well! 2. THE CYSTS GREW 22% DURING MY PERIOD IN SEPTEMBER. I got an ultrasound done sept 17th, 322.2cc - then another in the ER exactly 2 weeks later which it then measured 395.4ccs. I assume nothing was said because I went in worried about torsion and/or ruptureeeee...!! I got my period between these ultrasounds sept 24th-30th.

So now; I've had my October period - and I'm about to have a weird late November period bc I was switching & testing out birth control! Like how large has the cysts grown now? It's been 2 months OBGYN MAN. Guys I'm STRESSED. Fuuuuck.

So yeah. That's all my appointments this week. I have to call some other specialists offices (like physical therapy) to make appointments too. And. And. Talk to my insurance case manager to see if medi-cal will cover the medical group I've been going to my whole life.... like. I'm so fucking stressed. I need surgery. Complex surgery. Done by robots. I- I can't handle this being my life. That theres something very severely wrong with my body and I'm trying to switch to state insurance while the government is ,,,..!! YKNOW. Fuck dawgggg,,,,

I'm also going to try to stay on my families insurance as "a disabled dependent" WHICH I AM? My primary doctor isn't ..., keen on filling out that paperwork as she thinks I'll get better....? Idk. Imma try again bc 1. Government 2. I need more time to figure out my health before these cysts get bigger! 3. I'm home bound. I can't function without a 4 hour nap each day god save me;

I'm stressed ha hah! If any of my mutuals/followers read my vent posts thank you I love you even if we don't talk 😖❤️ if you wanna comment / dm me go crazy I'm just some dude ヽ(￣д￣;)ノ=3=3=3

[ruminate88]

My Therapy Session: Why I was in a pattern of dating emotionally unavailable ppl

Healing Journal 09/05/24

I write a lot of songs to heal through and process everything that I’ve went through and usually through music, the lyrics just flow. I just open up my mind and heart and let whatever comes out, come out!! This is what came out today:

“This is my therapy session: I went headfirst into their oceans Just to find they have no emotions They were a mirror of what needs healing I hid behind my feelings

We don’t talk about anything deep All I want is to go to sleep Use me and hold me tight But there’s no true peace in the night

Are we just running from intimacy? Are you showing how much I don’t love me?”

after writing these lyrics down and then recording them and listening back, I had a moment of self discovery here!!!! I knew in school they had labeled me. The teachers made me feel stupid and sometimes kids laughed me or my best friend Lori too!! 😔 I often felt very stupid and as if nobody ever liked me, I had a lot of cousins growing up and they never left me out buuuuutttttt, I always felt something was different in me compared to everyone else and I never knew why I felt this way. I still don’t know why I felt that way. 🤔😟

however, as I look back at my younger days, I realize there is a wound there that never really got healed because when I dropped out of school after the seventh grade, I was thrusted in to taking care of everybody and becoming the family caretaker. I was never able to really stop and heal from school. Then when I’m an adult, I still do not feel good enough and when I met Cody, woooooooooow!!!!!!!!!!! Cody also said he felt the same way as me! he felt like an outcast the same way that I did He always felt like something was different with him too, and we instantly bonded over that and also, I could not believe how insanely attractive Cody was it blew my mind. 🤯🤯🤯🤯 I did not think Cody would like me AT ALL because he’s so gorgeous and I felt so ugly compared to him. I legit compared myself to him so hard-core and did not feel good enough for him. sadly, I was looking at his appearance and not his heart or personality... (I’m sorry cody) He did make me feel seen and heard at first, which meant more to me than anything at that time!! Cody will never know what that meant to me and how much that impacted me!!! Yet when Cody ghosted me later, it took all of that away and made me feel even more stupid than when I first met him….. 😭💔💔💔

so then, when I date Andrew, I also think Andrew is insanely gorgeous, and I’m just dumbfounded why he would even talk to me at all because I feel deep in my heart, Andrew can also have any beautiful girl he wants!!! so, why would he notice me at all? It didn’t seem real!!!!! I never fully believed in it , I compared myself to Andrew even worse this time because I was so wounded from Cody now and I know I projected that onto Andrew!!! however, Andrew kept crying that heeeeeeee, wasn’t good enough for me and every time he said it, it dumbfounded me and surprised me. 🤔😳🤯 Why would he say that? He’s so smart. He’s so insanely gorgeous. He seems like a really popular guy. He had over 2000 followers on Instagram and Facebook so, what did he want with me? I beat my self up, but when Andrew kept talking to me and saying really romantic things to me, soooooo I slowly let my guard down to let him in, ❤️‍🩹🫶🏻💔 BUT I was terrified to have real, deep, conversations with him because I did not feel smart enough, MOSTLY cuz he was in college but he was so gorgeous too. 🥵🥵🥵 He would flirt with me and ahhhhh I would lose my mind!!! I thought back then he was crazy sexy and I just wanted to give him every part of me!! I wanted Andrew to have my body, my heart, soul AND mind!! 😫 yeah, I was terrified to get super close because if I did, he would think I was stupid and I was never going to be good enough for him but he kept saying he wasn’t good enough for me over and over 😝😳🤔🤷🏻‍♀️ so many times he said it and also said “I’m not worthy of your love” but I felt that way too. I just didn’t understand it back then!! it was extremely sad and the relationship was doomed from the start. I eventually towards the end started trying to get closer to him and more open but he was so closed off, I was just getting frustrated and confused. If I could be brave to open up, why couldn’t he? 😆💀

I couldn’t be my real authentic self although I wanted to be sooooo bad cuz I had a fear of being fake. I tried to come at Andrew with genuine intentions. I never wanted to hurt him. I would never ever hurt him and I wasn’t trying to use him. ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 I desperately wanted to be closer to him, but I was afraid that he was going to hurt me like Cody did. (Which he did) but I did want to know him more and be with him so badly. I just couldn’t wrap my head around what I was looking at every time he sent me a selfie on Snapchat. I would just gaze at his snaps, thinking, wooooow 🤩🤯🤯🤯 there’s no way he looks this beautiful and thinks that I’m beautiful too. It’s not possible. I had zero confidence in myself!!!! 😞😞😞😞❤️‍🩹

realizing now that the reason I would chase these emotionally unavailable, people, is to hide there. They don’t talk real deep with me and that was fine because I felt stupid and I didn’t want to open up and look stupid regardless because of the way they betrayed me. I see now these wounds all go deeper and further beyond just Cody and Andrew and of course, what Jake did too!! (which I know I need to talk more about Jake and deal with him because there’s a lot there but I’ve been focused on Andrew and Cody.) It all hurts so it doesn’t matter who I’m talking about ❤️‍🩹

If you ask me when it stops hurting, I would say, “Be patient, don’t give up on God and it’s different for each person!! You don’t want to hate people plus you wanna forgive them for yourself ❤️‍🩹 forgiving them doesn’t just take all the pain away or change what they did, but it releases you from being trapped in a box. We’ve all been there before. Open the box and let yourself out. ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 FORGIVENESS IS ALSO A PROCESS!!

LOOKING AT PEOPLE’S APPEARANCES ONLY, IS NOT FAIR OR RIGHT FOR ANYONE! NO ONE CAN CONTROL HOW THEY WERE CREATED AND THE HEART IS A LIVING AND BREATHING THING THAT NEEDS SO MUCH LOVE ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 I AM SORRY TO CODY AND ANDREW IF YOU NEEDED HEALING AND SO DID I. I COULD NOT HELP YOU HOW YOU NEEDED AND YOU ONLY HURT ME MORE!

[na-ta-sh-aa]

I need a few hours to recover after reading this chapter. There are no words to describe the beauty. You managed to make me live and feel all the emotions, truly wonderful!

“You know he refused to take a payment for fixing Mr. Benson’s roof last spring? And then when Jake went to buy that emerald necklace for whatever reason, Mr. Benson had to practically shove the necklace down his throat because he wouldn’t accept the money from Jake. Pretty sure Jake snuck some behind the counter when the old man wasn’t looking, anyway.”

“You mean,” you swallowed, “he didn’t steal it?”

I loved how all the girls were worried about Scout, and I'm so happy that she now knows the truth about the story of the necklace so she can have even more chances to see what Jake is really like. I loved how they told her to go work things out with Jake because there was still hope, they were so supportive!

“I’ll be right here until you’re ready to go,” he said. “I’ll hold you until you don’t need me anymore.”

Aww the moment in the barn was so sweet. They finally clarified, they were clear and honest, Scout told him that she doesn't want to leave but above all she told him that she LOVES him!!

“This beautiful, stupid man who had insulted you the first time you met him. This man who had inserted himself into your life with little regard to social etiquette. This man who had pulled a gun for you when you were vulnerable and scared. This man who had carved you not one, but two beautiful presents. This man that had threatened to kill for you simply because you had cried. This man that listened to you and respected your moral code enough to go out and get an honest job. This man that stood before you, ready to let you leave without a second thought because he thought it was what you wanted.”

I absolutely loved this part, as you highlighted all the things Jake did for her, it was so beautiful. Jake loves Scout so much and it shows in the way he wanted to improve for her, but not only that, just think about the way in which from the beginning he had the sense of having to protect her, how he treats her delicately, how he always puts her in first place. I could cry at the beauty😭🫶🏼

“This watch should go to someone who I can call my husband. Someone who can give me the things that I want and who will make me happy.”“Someone who is deserving of me,” you breathed, eyes shining as you gazed up at him. “Someone who I love.”

“You took his right hand in yours, squeezing it lightly before opening it and placing the pocket watch back into his grasp. You gently curled his fingers around it, holding his hand in both of yours as you looked up at him.”

The way you described this part gave me goosebumps, it was such a sweet moment, and the accuracy of your description made it feel like I had the scene before my eyes!

“You idiot,” you chuckled, eyelids drooping as you stared into his eyes, willing him to see what the two of you had known all along. “I love you.”

AHHHHH!!

“Jake walked back over to you slowly, raising a hand to unlace your corset. You sucked in a breath as it fell away from you, hitting the floor with a light thud. His hands moved to the bottom of your corset, pausing as he looked at you for permission. You nodded, swallowing thickly as his fingers gripped the bottom of the garment, pulling it up and over your head”

As I said before, the delicacy in Jake's gestures towards Scout makes me crazy with joy and it's one of the things I like most. The sweet way in which he removed her corset and the way in which he asked Scout’s permission and confirmation with his look filled my heart with joy, so beautiful!

“I want to see you, honey girl. Want to see what’s mine.”

What’s mine🥹🫠

“Want you to make love to me.”“Are you sure?”

Aww Jake repeatedly assures himself that this is really what she wants🥹

“Gonna fill you up, and maybe even knock you up. How’s that sound? Just thinkin’ about you all round and swollen with my baby has me goin’ crazy. Want you leakin’ with my cum by the time I’m through with you. Everybody in town is going to know you’re my girl, and they’ll know how good I make you feel. How good I take care of my girl.”

At this point I literally screamed into my pillow! Wow, it was so sexy, I loved how sweet and intimate it was and at the same time hot with all of Jake's talk🫠

“I figured we’d get dressed, and we’d go downstairs so I could make you breakfast, and then we have a repeat of last night.”

Aww the perfect morning!

“No, Scout. I meant what I said. I love you. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anything. I intend to make an honest woman out of you if you’ll have me.”

I'm waiting for their wedding since their first meeting🥹

“Jake scowled at him, moving to shield your body with his.”

Aww protective Jake, I love these little gestures so much, they have a huge meaning.

“Hey, sweet girl,” he whispered, glancing back at Simpson who glanced between the two of you. “Everything is going to be alright, yeah? Don’t you worry about a thing. I’ll be out as a free man before you know it.”

This part broke and mended my heart at the same time. Seeing how Jake always tries to reassure her is so beautiful.

“You shouldn’t lie to her, Hangman,” Simpson said, casting you a sympathetic look. “We all know that this is the end of the line for you.”

Please no😭

This chapter was a masterpiece. There were so many emotions. I'm so happy that they told that they love each other and made their feelings clear. I'm also happy that they were able to make love before Jake was arrested. I hope Maverick and the rest of the Dagger Posse have a plan to help Jake, and I'm sure Scout will do everything she can to get her man back. This was truly a gem!💌✨

Don't Hang'em Til Noon: Chapter Nine

Don't Hang'em Til Noon: Chapter Nine

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Summary: Jake "Hangman" Seresin is a notorious leader within the Dagger posse of the old western territories of the United States. You, a recently orphaned socialite from the eastern seaboard, find yourself swept off to live with your older brother who has set down roots in said western territory. Determined to to make the best of your situation, what will you do when said outlaw sets his sights on you?

Warnings: Language, Angst, Smut, Arrest, Admittance of feelings. Think that's it.

Word Count: 7.01k

A/N: And we're back!! I decided to combine chapters nine and ten together, hence why the chapter is so long. As always, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated!! 18+ ONLY!! Find me on AO3 under sailor_aviator! If You're feeling kind, please consider donating to my ko-fi!

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It had been weeks since the moment on the train, and you were starting to wonder if maybe you should move back to Baltimore. You hadn’t said a word to Jake since you stomped on his foot, save for the occasional comment about farm chores, and he had certainly done his damndest to avoid even looking at you it seemed.

You found yourself lying awake at night, thoughts drifting towards those of mossy green eyes and gentle touches that made your heart sing and your skin burn with longing. What little sleep you were getting was cut short by nightmares of faceless threats that grabbed at you, tearing your clothes and leaving you gasping for breath as you shot up out of bed. It wasn’t until your eyes would skim over the small, ornate wooden box that your heartbeat would slow and your shoulders would relax. You would crawl slowly out from underneath the sheets, padding over to your dresser where the box sat and run your fingers gently over the ornately carved flowers. Your heart would clench in your chest, and you would try to fight off the tears that gathered in your eyes to no avail.

Stupid, stupid man, you’d think to yourself, scrubbing furiously at your eyes before grabbing the box and trudging back to bed, laying it by your side with a hand on top before drifting back off into a dreamless sleep.

“You look like hell,” Bunny muttered to you one day, polishing a glass as Birdie sat beside you. The teacher had been teaching Bunny how to read, and she had started giving the other girl small writing assignments that she would check over.

“Your penmanship is getting better!” Birdie chirped at Bunny, beaming brightly as she slid the paper back across the bar, casting you a sideways glance. “And she’s right. You look awful. Have you been getting any sleep?”

You grimaced, scratching anxiously at the wood of the bar.

“I have,” you sighed, chewing on your bottom lip. “But it hasn’t been much.”

“It wouldn’t have anything to do with a certain blond that’s been moping around my bar for the past three weeks, would it?” Penny asked, giving you a knowing look as she set a crate of beers down on the counter. You refused to meet her eyes, glancing up when a familiar brunette sat down on the stool next to you.

“Your brother is worried too, you know,” Nat told you, studying you closely. “He says you’ve hardly been eating and that it’s like watching a ghost walking around the house.”

“He’s exaggerating,” you scowled, rolling your eyes. Nat gave you an unimpressed look, and you looked around to see matching expressions from the other women. You sighed, burying your face into your arms atop the bar.

“Somehow, I don’t think he is,” Nat muttered.

“Are you even going to tell us what happened between the two of you?” Bunny asked, face a mask of indifference as always despite her tone of concern.

“Does it matter?” You mumbled, glancing up at her. Penny huffed, placing a hand on her hip as she leveled you with a look.

“It does when I’ve had a moody cowboy practically drink through all of my beer every night for the past three weeks,” she frowned, concern still evident in her eyes despite her disapproving tone. “Whatever happened between the two of you, I’m sure it can be fixed.”

You didn’t say anything, eyes focused on the grains of wood underneath your fingernails.

“I…” You trailed off. “I said such horrible things to him.”

“What did you say?” Birdie asked you, leaning forward and resting a hand on your arm in comfort. You felt tears well up in your eyes, and you sniffled slightly.

“I told him that he didn’t know me, that maybe I wanted to move back to Maryland and marry someone there.”

Silence. You glanced up to see the other four woman all glancing at one another. Penny sighed, looking back at you with a grimace.

“It’s not so bad,” she offered. “You could have said worse, I’m sure. It’s nothing you can’t apologize for.”

“You didn’t see his face,” you countered, sitting up straighter. “And I tried to apologize, but he wouldn’t listen.”

“Jake is stubborn, that’s for damn sure,” Nat muttered, shaking her head. “He always has been, ever since we were little. You know he refused to take a payment for fixing Mr. Benson’s roof last spring? And then when Jake went to buy that emerald necklace for whatever reason, Mr. Benson had to practically shove the necklace down his throat because he wouldn’t accept the money from Jake. Pretty sure Jake snuck some behind the counter when the old man wasn’t looking, anyway.”

“Did you say emerald necklace?” You asked her, head shooting up from where you had rested it back on your arms.

Natasha nodded. “Yeah, it was that really pretty one that sat in the window for forever! I wonder what he did with it? I haven’t seen Sarah with it at all, and she’s the one he buys jewelry for.”

“You mean,” you swallowed, “he didn’t steal it?”

“Jake’s not that kind of man, honey,” Penny smiled. “He sure likes to give off that impression though, doesn’t he? He’d rather you think the worst of him before he corrects you. Thinks it’s the same as humility, the fool.”

“I,” you breathed, feeling your face grow pale. “I told him I wouldn’t accept it because I thought he stole it or bought it with stolen money.”

“Wait, he tried to give it to you?” Birdie asked, eyes wide. “And you told him no?”

“Yes,” you groaned, hanging your head once again. “I’m such a fool.”

“I hardly doubt that it was your own doing,” Bunny muttered, storing the glass she had just finished polishing. “Sure, you’re just as much a fool as he is, but it’s his own damn fault for not telling you.”

“That’s right,” Natasha nodded, turning to face you fully. “You two just need to sit down and talk, tell each other exactly what you mean and what you feel. Christ, I thought your brother was going to chuck that damn pocket watch at Jake’s head when he came slinking into the firm to give it to Benji.”

You sat straight up as your heart stopped, tears gathering in your eyes.

“He did what?” You choked, eyes wide in horror, skin pale and clammy.

Natasha regarded you, seeming to hesitate before continuing. “He came into the firm just last week, trying to give Benji this old, silver pocket watch. Said he picked it up while with you in Baltimore, and that he wanted to return it to where it belonged. I’ve never seen your brother so mad, Scout. I thought he was going to pass out from how loud he was yelling. Told Jake to keep the damn watch and get his head out of his ass.”

You were vaguely aware of Birdie blushing at Nat’s coarse language beside you, but your mind was reeling from the brunette’s words. He had tried to give your father’s pocket watch back? You thought you were going to be sick as you stood, moving to leave the saloon.

“Are you okay, Scout?” Bunny called after you, worry in her voice that was mirrored by the look on Penny’s face.

“I just remembered I have chores that need tending to,” you murmured, moving more on auto-pilot than anything in that moment.

“Do you want me to walk you home?” Natasha offered, already moving to stand, but you waved her off.

“No, no,” you frowned. “I’ll manage on my own, thank you. I have some thinking to do.”

Nat didn’t seem too sure, but slowly sat back down on her stool as you walked briskly out of the saloon and onto the street. The wind whipped at your cheeks, the cold biting your skin and turning it red. You made your way home, mind numb as you replayed Natasha’s words over and over again in your head. He wanted to give the watch back? Was Penny wrong? Were you too late to make amends?

Your heart beat quicker in your chest as your mind ran a mile a minute, hardly noticing the ranch hands that rode up from the far field as you moved mechanically towards the barn. The horses would need fresh hay, and you were running behind on your to-do list for the day. You made your way up to the loft, pushing a large bale of hay towards the ledge, watching as it fell to the ground floor with a large thud. Making your way back down the ladder, you didn’t notice the figure that hovered at the barn door, too absorbed in your own thoughts.

It wasn’t until you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist from behind as you moved to lift the hay bale that you were snapped back to the present.

“God dammit, Scout,” Jake hissed, picking you up and setting you down behind him. “How many times do I have to tell you that this isn’t a job for you?”

You stared at him, saying nothing as he turned around to start sorting out the hay into the different stalls.

“I can do it,” you muttered, taking a step forward. Jake glanced over his shoulder at you with an unimpressed look before going back to what he was doing. You took a step towards him, then another, and then another, and then more until you were standing by the hay, kneeling down as you pushed his hands away.

“I can do it,” you snapped this time, scooping up as much of the hay as you could before moving to stand, stumbling slightly in the process. Jake started towards you, hand outstretched to help you, but you stepped away, glaring up at him. You wouldn’t cry in front of him, you couldn’t.

Jake frowned down at you, dropping his hand back to his side as he regarded you. You felt your bottom lip begin to tremble, and you turned away, trudging towards the nearest stall and dispersing the hay.

“Scout, stop” he sighed, and you ignored him, moving to continue your task. As you made to make your way over to the next stall, Jake grabbed your wrist, stopping you.

“Stop,” he repeated, eyes earnest, shifting to worry as they took you in. You ripped out of his grasp, immediately going on the defensive.

“What?” You growled at him, mustering up all of the false bravado that you could as you met his green eyes. The eyes that you missed so dearly. He seemed to hesitate before squaring his shoulders and rummaging through his pockets.

“I wanted to give you something before you left for Maryland,” he said. You saw a flash of silver as he pulled his hand out. “It seemed only fair that you should have this back.”

He held the pocket watch out to you, the small bird still swooping at the bottom of the ornate design.

“What?” You asked, eyes widening as you stared at the watch. You couldn’t stop the tears that flooded your eyes, and you let out a choked sob as all of your emotions came crashing down at once. Stumbling to the side, a hand stretched out to brace against the stall door, a wail tore from your throat. It was a sound that even surprised you in how raw and unfiltered it was. You gasped for air, but none seemed to come to you as you choked out sob after sob, hardly being able to tell when one ended and the next one started.

Jake’s eyes widened as you fell apart in front of him, watching you wearily as if you were a wild animal that would turn on him at any moment. He took a tentative step towards you, waiting for you to push him back, but was instead surprised when you grasped at him, falling into his arms and latching onto his shirt as if it were the one thing that could keep you grounded. Your wails and sobs still rocked your body, tears now staining the white cotton of Jake’s shirt as you pressed your face into his chest. His arms enveloped you, holding you gently but firmly as he swayed you from side to side. A hand rested on the back of your head, slowly stroking your hair as he pressed his face into your temple. This was what you wanted.

Your cries and tears slowed to a trickle, sobs replaced by hiccups as you regained control of your breathing, Jake gently cooing at you the entire time. Jake moved to pull away, but you clung to him tighter, glancing up at him with wet eyes.

“Please don’t let me go,” you begged him softly, and you saw a whirlwind of emotion in his gaze as he looked at you. He seemed unsure on how to respond at first, but with a set of his jaw, he nodded down at you slowly.

“I’ll be right here until you’re ready to go,” he said. “I’ll hold you until you don’t need me anymore.”

You shook your head, closing your eyes tightly as you pressed yourself firmly against him.

“I’ll always need you,” you whispered, another sob wracking your body. Jake chuckled bitterly.

“No, you won’t,” he muttered, ire in his tone. “You’ll go back to Baltimore, and you’ll find yourself a husband. Someone who can give you all the things you want. Someone who can make you happy.”

He pulled away with more success this time, just enough to hold up the watch.

“You’ll give this to someone who’s deserving of you,” he whispered, his own eyes shining now. “Someone who you love.”

You stared at him, so many emotions swirling within you. This beautiful, stupid man who had insulted you the first time you met him. This man who had inserted himself into your life with little regard to social etiquette. This man who had pulled a gun for you when you were vulnerable and scared. This man who had carved you not one, but two beautiful presents. This man that had threatened to kill for you simply because you had cried. This man that listened to you and respected your moral code enough to go out and get an honest job. This man that stood before you, ready to let you leave without a second thought because he thought it was what you wanted.

“I’m not going back to Baltimore,” you said finally, face grave as you spoke. Jake’s eyebrows shot up in shock.

“You’re not?” He asked you.

“Jake, it’s been three weeks since we returned,” you replied, frowning. “If I was so eager to go back, don’t you think I would have left by now?”

“I think there’s a lot of planning that goes into something like that,” he countered. You scowled at him, pulling away completely now and putting some distance between the two of you.

“Nat told me you tried to give the watch to Benji,” you accused, glaring at the offending silver pendant.

“Did she tell you that he wouldn’t take it?” He countered with a frown.

“She did,” you confirmed, clasping your hands in front of you. “Said that my brother practically threw it back in your face, he was so angry.”

“That temper appears to be a family trait,” he muttered, and you had to suppress a smile.

You were still mad at him, after all.

“I figured,” he continued, taking a step forward, “that he just wanted me to give it back to you. It’s a family heirloom, and he has his own. It’s an important thing to you, and it’s only fair that you should give it to the person you want to spend the rest of your life with.”

He held the watch out to you, and the two of you stared at each other for a moment. Slowly, deliberately, you reached out and took the watch from him. You ran your fingers over the plants and birds etched into the sides with care, contemplating your next words.

“You’re right,” you hummed, glancing up at him. His jaw was set, eyes glistening as he watched you. “This watch should go to someone who I can call my husband. Someone who can give me the things that I want and who will make me happy.”

Jake sucked in a breath, shifting from one foot to the other as you continued.

“Someone who is deserving of me,” you breathed, eyes shining as you gazed up at him. “Someone who I love.”

Jake hung his head as you finished, and you caught the faintest hint of a sniffle as you stepped forward. You took his right hand in yours, squeezing it lightly before opening it and placing the pocket watch back into his grasp. You gently curled his fingers around it, holding his hand in both of yours as you looked up at him.

His green eyes bore into yours, a questioning look on his face as he frowned.

“I don’t understand,” he murmured, shaking his head. You rolled your eyes, moving to wrap your arms around his neck as you leaned into him. Without a thought, he wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you close as your lips hovered over his.

“You idiot,” you chuckled, eyelids drooping as you stared into his eyes, willing him to see what the two of you had known all along. “I love you.”

Jake stared at you, eyes widened in shock. He studied you, seeming to try and find any trace of deception. When he saw that there was none, a grin broke out on his face.

“You do?” He asked quietly, eyes sparkling with joy now.

“Mhm,” you nodded, leaning in closer so that your lips brushed his gently. “I love you, Jake.”

His lips crashed against yours, desperate to feel you. You kissed him back with just as much passion, breaking away after a few moments. Jake’s lips chased after yours, but you pulled away from him with a giggle.

“Come with me,” you said in a hushed voice, grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the barn. Jake followed you eagerly, practically racing you up the steps and into the house. Your home was silent, indicating that no one else was there, and you quickly pulled Jake up the stairs and into your room.

Once you had crossed the threshold, Jake slammed the door shut, spinning you around so that you were pressed up against it. His lips grazed yours as his hands ran around to grab the back of your thighs, hoisting you up and locking them around his waist. His lips molded to yours as he pressed against your core, and you gasped as you felt the hard evidence of his desire press into your most sensitive parts, and Jake used this as an opportunity to slide his tongue against yours in languid strokes.

“Need you,” he moaned desperately, nipping at your bottom lip. Your hands ran across his shoulders, your right running up to tug on the strands of blond that curled at the nape of his neck. He let out a moan that had you grinding your core back against him, earning a whimper from the man in front of you.

“You have me,” you promised, pulling him back in for a kiss. His tongue was hot against you as you continued to grind down onto him. His hands moved to your hips, guiding your movements as he thrust up into you every so often. His lips pulled away from yours as he pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses from the corner of your mouth to the bottom of your earlobe. He sucked the flesh in between his lips, nibbling on it lightly before letting it go.

“Say it,” he breathed, hand palming at your breasts as you let out a wanton moan. You tilted your head as he began to suck on a patch of sensitive skin, making you see stars as he nipped every so often, laving the spot with his tongue. “Come on, honey girl. Say it.”

“I love you,” you gasped when he gave a particularly hard bite to the same spot just as he thrust up into you. Jake smirked against your neck, letting your legs drop from around him as he pulled back. You whined at the loss of contact, which only made Jake’s smirk grow bigger.

“Don’t worry, pretty girl,” he cooed, moving to sit at the foot of the bed. “Can’t do what we’re about to do with clothes on, can we?”

It took you a second to understand what he was saying. You supposed you should have felt apprehension at the very least, but in that moment, all you could feel was a mixture of desire and…love.

You quickly undid the buttons of your skirt, letting it fall to the floor. You then removed your socks and shoes, followed quickly by your shirt and then your bloomers. You were soon left standing in front of Jake in nothing but your corset and chemise. While you had undressed, Jake had removed his own clothing, now standing in front of you in just his drawers. You felt a blush creep up your neck as he stared at you, a familiar warmth in his green gaze.

Jake walked back over to you slowly, raising a hand to unlace your corset. You sucked in a breath as it fell away from you, hitting the floor with a light thud. His hands moved to the bottom of your corset, pausing as he looked at you for permission. You nodded, swallowing thickly as his fingers gripped the bottom of the garment, pulling it up and over your head. You were completely exposed to him now, and you moved to cover yourself out of embarrassment.

“No,” Jake murmured, shaking his head as he gazed at you. “I want to see you, honey girl. Want to see what’s mine.”

You shuddered at his words, a jolt of pleasure running up your spine as you pressed your thighs together. The movement didn’t go unnoticed by Jake who chuckled lightly before turning you gently so that the backs of your knees brushed the bed. He laid you down, shifting you so that your head rested against the pillows. You reached for him, and Jake leaned down to press his lips to yours once again, licking into your mouth with soft, deliberate strokes.

You gasped when you felt his fingers trace your folds, gathering the wetness that lay there and stroking back up to your clit. Your hips jolted off the bed, and he hushed you, pressing his lips in gentle kisses back towards your ear.

“Already so wet for me, sweetheart,” he chuckled, drawing small figure eights onto your clit, and you mewled at the sensation. “Always so responsive for me. Always such a good girl for me. How did I get so lucky to have such a sweet little thing like you in my life, hm?”

“Jakey,” you breathed, locking eyes with his as he pressed a finger into you, causing your back to arch off the bed.

“It’s okay, honey girl,” he cooed, reaching up to stroke your hair. “I’ve got you, sweet thing. Always feel so tight and warm. Can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock.”

You felt yourself clench at his words and he added a second finger, scissoring you open as he continued to stroke into you.

“You like the sound of that, huh?” He chuckled, placing a tender kiss to your jaw. “Like the sound of me filling you up? Giving you what you need?”

You nodded your head vigorously, eyes never leaving his. He smirked once again, looking down at where his fingers disappeared inside you before glancing back up.

“Tell me what it is you need, baby,” he whispered, watching you fall apart as he added a third finger and hitting that spongy spot inside of you. You mewled, throwing your head back. Jake kissed down the column of your throat and over the curve of your breast. He took your right nipple into his mouth, laving the bud with his tongue. The sensations were becoming too much, and you felt the familiar tingle begin to grow in your lower stomach.

Jake let go of you with a quiet pop before switching his attention to your other breast. Your hands were still tangled in his hair, holding him to you as your hips raised in time with the stroke of his fingers, desperately chasing your high.

“Come on, sweet girl,” he rasped, gazing up at you from between the valley of your breasts. “Tell me what you need.”

“Need your cock, Jakey,” you whimpered, grinding down on his fingers. “Need you inside me. Need to feel you fill me up. Need you.”

Jake reached up to take your bottom lip between his teeth, sucking on it gently before pulling it and letting it go.

“You have me,” he echoed your words from earlier. “Now come.”

At his command, the pleasure inside you burst, washing over you in waves as you cried out, clawing at his shoulders as he continued to pump his fingers into you slowly, riding out your high. As you came down, he slipped his fingers out of you, and you felt bereft of his touch. You watched in awe as you raised his fingers to his lips, taking them into his mouth as he made a show of licking them clean.

“Just like honey,” he hummed. You reached for him, pulling him to you as you kissed him. You licked into his mouth, moaning as you tasted yourself on his tongue. You pulled back just enough to speak against his lips.

“Want you inside of me,” you breathed, staring into his eyes, the green swallowed whole by the black of his pupils. “Want you to make love to me.”

Jake’s breath hitched as he studied you.

“Are you sure?” He asked you, and you nodded, reaching a hand down in between the two of you to grasp his hard length. Jake nearly choked as you ran your palm up and down him, grasping lightly every so often.

“I’m sure,” you whispered. Jake’s eyes bore into yours before nodding, shuffling out of his own drawers, baring himself to you. Your eyes widened as you took him in. His shaft curved towards his stomach, the tip an angry red as it leaked pre-cum.

You swallowed thickly, reaching your hand out once more to run your fingertips over the head, moving down to grip him firmly. Jake let out a low groan, throwing his head back as you stroked him experimentally.

“So good for me, darlin’,” he moaned, reaching down to remove your hand. He shot you a playful wink as he slipped his fingers through yours, resting them by your head. “But if you keep that up, I’m going to come before we even get to the fun part.”

You smiled shyly up at him as he took a hold of himself, running his length up and down your folds to gather the wetness you so freely gave him. You let out a high-pitched whimper every time the tip brushed against your clit, and you threw your head back at the pleasurable feeling. Finally, Jake rested the head against you, glancing up at you once more.

“Are you sure?” He asked you, and you nodded.

“Please, Jakey,” you whined. Jake pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of your mouth before leaning back. You gasped as you felt him press the head of his cock into your tight hole, the sensation foreign but not altogether unpleasant. He pressed a little more of his length in, pausing to let you accommodate to his size. He cradled you in his arms, leaning back down to whisper gentle words of encouragement into your ear as he slowly pressed more and more of himself into you. After what felt like ages, you finally felt the coarse hairs of his base press against your clit, sending a shock of pleasure up your spine that had you clenching around him. Jake let out a hiss, pressing his face into the column of your throat. Jake took your other hand in his, lacing his fingers through yours and pressing them on the other side of your head mirror to the ones on your right. He pulled back to look at you, eyes hazy with pleasure.

“I’m going to move now, okay?” He asked you, and you nodded, whining as he pulled back out of you slowly before thrusting back in. He continued his movement, brushing his nose against yours as his pace built, the head of him hitting that spot inside you with every pass. It wasn’t long before the vague discomfort gave way to pleasure, and soon your hips were raising to meet his.

“Such a good girl,” he moaned, giving you a kiss that was more teeth than lips. “Feel so fucking good wrapped around me like this. Taking me so well, yeah? Can feel you squeezing me, gripping me like you don’t ever want me to leave. Your cunt is so greedy for me and my big cock, huh? Such a greedy pussy, and it’s all mine now.”

You moaned wantonly at his words, your head thrown back into the pillows as he continued to rut into your soaked core. A squelching sound could be heard from where your bodies connected, but you didn’t have it in you to feel embarrassed. Not when his cock was hitting you in all the right places, his filthy words only adding to your excitement.

“Jakey,” you cried, feeling the pleasure begin to peak. Jake grunted as you clenched particularly hard around him.

“That’s it, honey girl,” he cooed, releasing your hand to cup your cheek as he gazed down at you. “Want you to cum around me, milk me dry. Milk me for all I’m worth. My balls have been aching for weeks. Havin’ to jerk off at the thought of what this sweet cunt would feel like when she drains me dry. Oh, fuck.

He gasped as your pussy spasmed around him.

“That turn you on, baby? The thought of me jerkin’ off to the thought of fillin’ you up with my cum? This pretty, little pussy is just begging me to come inside her, huh?” He groaned, thrusts becoming harder, and you could feel the coil begin to tighten.

“You close, huh, honey? I can feel how close you are. Can feel how hard your grippin’ me. That’s it, sweetheart. Come for me. Come all over my cock.”

His words were all the permission you needed, and you came with a loud cry, body spasming underneath him as he continued to stroke in and out of you as you rode out your high. Jake’s hips began to move faster, chasing his own high as he pistoned in and out of you, the sound of skin slapping echoing throughout the room.

“Gonna fill you up, honey girl,” he groaned, eyes glazed over as pleasure washed over him. “Gonna fill you up, and maybe even knock you up. How’s that sound? Just thinkin’ about you all round and swollen with my baby has me goin’ crazy. Want you leakin’ with my cum by the time I’m through with you. Everybody in town is going to know you’re my girl, and they’ll know how good I make you feel. How good I take care of my girl. Fuck.”

His words had you tightening around him. They shouldn’t have made you feel the way you were feeling, but the sight of Jake so lost in the feel of you as he neared his end had another orgasm ripping through you, right off the back of the first one.

“Knew you’d like the sound of that,” he smirked, thrusts becoming sloppy. “I’m gonna come so hard for you, baby. Gonna fill you up with so much cum you’ll be leaking me for days. Shit. Need to hear you say it, baby. Tell me what you told me earlier. Be my good fucking girl and tell me.”

“I love you,” you keened, barely coherent as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you. “Want you to fill me up, Jakey, please. Wanna feel you.”

“Shit, darlin’,” he gasped hips stuttering, and you felt red hot spurts begin to fill you. Jake pinched his eyes closed, lost in his own pleasure as he began to babble. “Fuck! Oh, fuck, I’m coming. I’m coming for you, baby. It’s all for you, that’s it. Take it. Take all of it and milk me. Jesus Christ. Oh, I love you. I love you. I love you so much, Scout. Oh…”

His hips slowed as his orgasm subsided, and he practically collapsed on top of you as the last tremors of his release rocked through him. You ran your fingers through his hair, skin hot and sweaty as you both calmed down. Jake’s head rested against your chest, and you let out a contented sigh as he placed a gentle kiss to the swell of your breast before looking up at you. His green eyes were filled with love and awe, emotions that you were sure reflected in your own.

“I love you,” he murmured, earning a small smile.

“I love you too.”

You awoke the next morning feeling a soreness between your legs, but a pleasant buzz filling you nonetheless. You shifted, taking note of the strong arms that held you tighter against a broad chest at your back. Warm lips pressed gentle kisses up the curve of your shoulder and to your temple.

“Good morning, honey girl.”

You smiled turning to meet the bright green eyes of Jake Seresin.

“Good morning,” you greeted softly, turning so that you faced him. His head was propped up against his hand as the other one traced up and down your side. “I’m surprised you’re still here. I figured you’d be sick of me by now.”

“Sick of you?” He chuckled, shaking his head, leaning forward to meet you in a lazy kiss before pulling back. “I’ll never get sick of you, pretty girl.”

“So,” you hummed, glancing at him slyly. “What’s next?”

“Well,” he began, smirking lightly. “I figured we’d get dressed, and we’d go downstairs so I could make you breakfast, and then we have a repeat of last night.”

“Is that all you want?” you asked him quietly, insecurity rearing its ugly head as he spoke. His smirk dropped into a frown, and he shook his head.

“No,” he stated firmly, looking at you seriously. “No, Scout. I meant what I said. I love you. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anything. I intend to make an honest woman out of you if you’ll have me.”

You smiled at his words, biting your lip to keep from smiling.

“I suppose you’ll do,” you smirked, earning a chuckle from the blond.

“You’re such a tease,” he admonished, leaning in to press his lips to yours. You opened your mouth to him, letting him stroke your tongue with his in easy strokes.

“Jake!”

The two of you jumped as you heard the front door slam shut, Bradley’s voice carrying up the stairs. Your eyes widened as you scrambled to get out of bed, searching for some article of clothing to throw on to preserve your modesty.

“Jake, I know you’re in here. I need your help!”

Jake cursed from the other side of the bed, throwing his trousers and shirt on as you threw your chemise over your head just as Bradley burst through the door. Jake scowled at him, moving to shield your body with his.

“Don’t you know how to knock?” He snapped, glaring up at the brunette. Bradley rolled his eyes, giving you an apologetic smile.

“Hey, Scout,” he greeted briefly before turning his attention back to Jake. “Look, I’m glad that the two of you have made up, but this is serious. I need your help to wrangle the group.”

“What’s going on? Did Javy sleep with someone’s wife again?” Jake scowled, watching you as you moved to put more clothing on. “If you hadn’t guessed, I’m kind of busy, and Javy is a big boy. He can take care of his own messes.”

Bradley shook his head. “It’s not Javy, it’s Bob.”

Jake and you became more alert at that, eyes shooting up to look at Bradley as he stood in the doorway, shifting from one foot to the other nervously.

“What do you mean?” Jake questioned, scrambling to put his boots on.

“Some men down at the saloon were saying some pretty nasty shit to Bunny, and Bob stepped in. That’s when I came to get you ‘cause I knew it was about to get nasty, and I need all the help I can get.”

“Shit,” Jake muttered, turning to look at you. He placed his hands on your shoulders, giving you a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I need you to stay here, honey girl.”

“What?” You frowned, shaking your head. “No, I’m coming with you.”

“Scout, please,” he pleaded, looking at you with furrowed brows. “This could get ugly, and I’d feel a lot better knowing that you are here at home. Safe. Will you please just do this for me?”

You regarded him for a moment, nodding finally, and Jake let out a relieved sigh. He pressed a chaste kiss to your lips before turning to follow Bradley out the door. “I’ll be back before you know it, okay?”

He disappeared down the hall, and a few moments later you heard the front door slam shut once more. You sighed, looking around the room before deciding to strip your sheets. It took you a few minutes to gather all of them, placing them in the basket by the door and moving with it downstairs. You placed the basket by the back door, eyeing the kitchen before shaking your head.

“Ridiculous,” you muttered, making for the front door. You walked briskly down the road and towards the saloon where a small crowd had gathered. You pushed your way through, earning jeers and curses from the people around you. Just as you made your way to the front of the crowd, your heart dropped, ice chilling your bones. You saw Marshal Simpson slam Jake up against the side of the saloon, cuffing his hands behind his back. Jake winced at the rough treatment, Simpson hauling him back so roughly that he stumbled a ways, glaring back at the older man.

“Is this all really necessary?” Jake drawled, sarcasm dripping from his tone as Simpson scowled.

“Yes,” the marshal snapped, pushing Jake forward as they began to walk. Jake’s eyes scanned the crowd as he moved, eyes landing on you, softening. He paused in front of you, and you felt the tears begin to stream down your face.

“Hey, sweet girl,” he whispered, glancing back at Simpson who glanced between the two of you. “Everything is going to be alright, yeah? Don’t you worry about a thing. I’ll be out as a free man before you know it.”

“You shouldn’t lie to her, Hangman,” Simpson said, casting you a sympathetic look. “We all know that this is the end of the line for you.”

Jake frowned at his words, moving to say something before Marshal Simpson pushed him forward towards the town jail. Jake cast looked over his shoulder at you, giving you a tight smile before being ushered through the doors.

Your eyes scanned the street for anyone who might be able to help, but you didn’t see any of the other Daggers as the crowd began to disperse. You felt despair and hopelessness fill you. You had been so close to happiness, and you knew in your heart that Jake was a different man from the one the marshal was sent to track down.

Your eyes continued to rove over the townsfolk before landing on a familiar face. The pit in your stomach dropped, terror gripping at you as your breath came out in short gasps. Black, bottomless eyes stared right at you, a malicious grin on Isaac’s face as he watched you. You choked back a scream as he tipped his hat to you, and a wave of realization hit you.

This had been a setup, a trap. Isaac had planned this, and he had set the Dagger Posse up to be arrested. As far as you knew, Jake was the only one that had been caught, but that would have been enough for the man who stood on the opposite side of the street. You gathered your skirts and ran in the opposite direction, desperate to get away from the evil man. You had to find the other Daggers. You had to find Maverick or Tom. Someone had to have a plan on how to get Jake out of this mess.

You rounded a building off of the main street, leaning against it and sinking to the ground. You let the tears flow freely, the sense of helplessness overtaking you as you realized just how much trouble Jake was in. Even if you managed to get him out, there was no guarantee that it would be legally or without injury to someone, and yet you were determined to try.

You had just had a taste of what it would be like to lose Jake, and the thought alone sent another wave of tears rolling down your cheek. No. No, you would not lose him again. You scrubbed at your eyes, putting on a brave face as you stood. Squaring your shoulders, you glanced around to find you were alone. You made your way back, heading for Maverick and Penny’s home.

Someone would have a plan, and you were bound and determined to help.

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2/2 He just saw Brian’s scar ‘HE HURT MY BOY! MY BOY IS HURT! HOW FUCKING DARE HE THAT MONSTER! YOUR STUPID BOYFRIEND HURT HIM!‘ Ethan is leaving and this man is now sitting and bouncing up and down ‘he’s leaving! He’s leaving! and please stay gone! HE NAMED HIS UKULELE?! just for that alone id break up with him. (Justin says Ethan will be back tomorrow) not if i have a say in it! WHY IS JUSTIN DUMBING HIMSELF DOWN FOR THIS DUDE? He just called himself an idiot because he didn’t know a quote or whatever. HEY! 1500 SAT! YOU GOT INTO DARTMOUTH! and you’re dumbing yourself down for the knock off version of Shaggy? Have some respect for yourself AND ME. (Ethan says you will be and shows his ring) I actually puked in my own mouth right now’ ‘BRIAN COME ON WHY WOULD YOU WORK WITH THIS HOMOPHOBIC PIECE OF SHIT?! Oh this dude for sure has a gay crush on Brian. I mean same but I’m better. BRIAN COME ON!’ WE ARE AT THE CONCERT SCENE! ‘Oh god here he go again, i cant esca- WHY ARE WE CLAPPING HIM? No stop that! You dont know him! You dont clap for terrible people! BLONDIE! BLONDIE IS THERE! HE SURPRIS-WHO IS THAT?…did you see how he looked back? OH HE IS CHEATING ISNT HE?! AND THE SAD VIOLIN MUSIC? OH FUCK YOU IF THIS IS THE CASE! PIECE OF FUCKING SHIT! JUSTIN BURN HIS HOUSE DOWN!’ Ted just got arrested ‘WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED? What the fuck? This is..what even? See! If you had stayed an accountant, we wouldnt be in this mess!..what’s that noise? Oh Benny Boy is puk- CAN YOU DO ANYTHING? MICHAEL HOW..lets me calm down so i dont say something rude…he has the spine of a gummy bear. He is a DRUG ADDICT! Why is he acting like he has the flu? Why does he keep throwing HIV into peoples faces? Dude, i get that he’s sick and this was before now so it’s different and scary but COME ON? At this point someone should smack him and tell him to get over himself..and i am willing to make the sacrifice to volunteer..i know what Ben is saying is serious but all i can think about is Brian saying that self pity makes his dick soft’ And we are finally at the Britin scene again ‘i really hate that ring. SEE BLONDIE! You miss the bars and the clubs! This *waves at him* pretentious behavior is not you. Wait i forgot he saw that fucker leave with that other fucker! Oh blondie, its gonna be okay, i know JUST the man who can mend that heart! (Camera shows Brian) *screams like a crazy person and pauses tv* AHHHH THERE HE IS!! LOOK AT HOW HES LOOKING AT HIM! He is trying so hard to pretend like he doesnt care (Brian watches Justin and then like closes his eyes for a second longer) *literally pulls his hair* AHHHHH FUCKING HELL! LOOK AT THAT! HE HAD TO CLOSE HIS EYES TO FORCE HIMSELF! He is so in love and still hurt and he wants to go to him but he also doesnt but he cant stay away. He didnt need to sit next to hi- YES BUY HIM ANOTHER ONE- NO THANKS?! JUSTIN WHY DO YOU FUCKING HATE ME SO MUCH? (Brian asks where’s your fiancé) RIGHT IN FUCKING FRONT OF HIM IF YALL WOULD JUST FOR ONE FUCKING SECOND STOP FUCKING PISSING ME THE FUCK OFF! (Justin answers and it shows Brian and he once again pauses tv and rewinds it) DID YOU SEE HOW HE CLOSES HIS EYES FOR A QUICK SECOND AGAIN?! DID YOU SEE THAT! HE HAD TO LITERALLY PULL HIMSELF TOGETHER FOR A SECOND! DID YOU SEE THAT SHIT! HE BLINK BLINK BLINK AND THEN CLOSES HIS EYES FOR A SECOND LONGER CAUSE THAT ANSWER HURT! (Brian points to the ring) seriously can we get rid of it- WHY ARE YOU LEAVING BRIAN! NO! COME BACK!!!…does that mean they broke up? Please say yes. I am begging you please say ye-ohhh cool trick’ Just so you know, he burned himself 3 times because he wanted to try to lit up a match the way Justin does it in the end of the ep.

Oh this dude for sure has a gay crush on Brian. I mean same but I’m better. I snorted so hard at this!

AHHHH THERE HE IS!! LOOK AT HOW HES LOOKING AT HIM! He is trying so hard to pretend like he doesnt care (Brian watches Justin and then like closes his eyes for a second longer) *literally pulls his hair* AHHHHH FUCKING HELL! LOOK AT THAT! HE HAD TO CLOSE HIS EYES TO FORCE HIMSELF! He is so in love and still hurt and he wants to go to him but he also doesnt but he cant stay away.

Your brother is alllll of us analyzing everything. Also he's right.

Just so you know, he burned himself 3 times because he wanted to try to lit up a match the way Justin does it in the end of the ep. I DIED AT THIS.