#like whoa bitches know their stuff

[blitz0hn0]

IM GOING FERAL OVER THIS HES SMILING HE GETS TO PROTECT MIKOTO I CANNOT BELIEVE INEVER NOTICED HE IS DONE HE IS READY ASDFJASGGSD TEARING THEM APART W MY TEETH

[iamumbra195]

The Outsiders incorrect quotes because I'm bored

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Dally: Legend says that when you can’t sleep, it means you’re awake in someone else’s dreams.

Dally, a raging insomniac: When I find out who you are, I’m going to kick your ass.

...

Darry: Yesterday, Ponyboy told me that when he was a kid and had nightmares of being chased by monsters, he would end the dream by finding me because I would protect him by fighting off the monsters or carrying him away. The funny thing is that when I was a kid, I remember constantly having nightmares where I had to save him from monsters.

Darry: ... I'm torn between thinking it's sweet and being annoyed that he somehow mastered the ability to psychically transfer his nightmares to me as a child

...

Ponyboy: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I’ll wait.

Johnny: You and me?

Ponyboy: *tearing up* Ok.

...

Two-Bit: You know what I’ve realized?

Steve: That some thoughts are better left unsaid?

Two-Bit: Nice try, anyways-

...

Darry: You're smiling, what happened?

Ponyboy: What? Can't I smile just because I feel like it?

Soda: Steve tripped and fell down the stairs today.

...

Steve: You played me!

Soda, cheating at poker: Like the cheap kazoo you are!

...

Ponyboy: Can I have some water?

Byron: *starts chugging his water bottle*

Byron: *chokes from drinking too fast*

Byron: *spills water all over himself*

Byron, coughing: I don't have any water.

...

Random person at the church: How many children do you have?

Mrs. Curtis: Biologically or emotionally? Because there's a big difference.

...

Curly: *gets a text* Oh! It’s Tim.

Ponyboy: Did he get the stuff?

Curly: Yeah, he says he got us the clown costume, the power drill, and 12 gallons of blood.

Ponyboy: Whoa! Where’d he find 12 gallons of fake blood?

Curly: You wanted fake blood?

Ponyboy: ...

Curly: I’ll go call Tim

...

Soda: You can take away my rights, but can you take away my lefts?

...

Johnny: Dally and I were crossing the street, and this soc drove by and honked at us

Darry, sighing: What did he do?

Johnny: he chased him to the next red light, then reached into his window and...

Dally, grinning: Who wants a steering wheel?

...

Bob: I came out here to attack people and I'm honestly having such a good time right now.

Bob: *gets stabbed a minute later* Fuck.

...

Curly: FIGHT ME, YOU NERD ASS PUNK!

Angela: At least try to sound slightly more sophisticated when you threaten someone.

Curly: Oh, I'm sorry. I should ask; dost thou want to engage in a duel, my good bitch?

Angela: Somehow that's even worse.

...

Soda: What’s the dumbest thing you believed as a kid?

Darry: That naptime was a punishment.

...

Ponyboy: The first time Two-Bit opened a box of Cheerios and looked inside he yelled, "OH WOW! DONUT SEEDS!"

...

Johnny: So I have made the decision to trust you.

Dally: A horrible decision, really.

...

Two-Bit: Who thinks I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth?

Darry: You’re a hazard to society

Steve: And a coward. DO TWENTY.

...

*At the police station*

Darry: Hi, I’m here for Dallas.

Police officer: Who’s Dallas?

Darry: Ah, you must be new.

...

Ponyboy: So the other day Darry sent Soda out to get us some gas.

Ponyboy: And instead of getting gas, he got us novelty cookie cutters.

Ponyboy: Now everything we eat is shaped like a dinosaur.

Ponyboy: …

Ponyboy: I love it so much.

...

Angela: I hate when people ask me what sign I am. Bitch, I'm a sign from god. Start running.

...

Buck: What are you writing?

Dally: The fuzz wanna know what kind of weapons we have in the house. I'm letting them know it's private information.

Buck, looking over Dally's shoulder: This just says 'fuck around and find out' in calligraphy.

...

Johnny, having a panic attack: I don't dab. I stab.

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Steve: Your existence is confusing.

Ponyboy: How?

Steve: Your presence is annoying, but the thought of anything bad happening to you upsets me.

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Soda: Heads up, if you try to make a candle with food colouring, it will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food colouring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you'll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food colouring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter.

Darry, sighing: What did you do?

Soda, wailing: A MISTAKE

...

Two-Bit: So what’s for breakfast?

Ponyboy, staring at the eggs all over the walls: Regret.

...

Johnny: "You're an old soul" is just old people speak for "I've noticed you've been depressed since you were 9."

...

Ponyboy: Quick, what's your blood type?

Dally: How would I know?

Ponyboy: How would you not!?

Dally: Who am I, Karl Landsteiner, discoverer of blood groups?

Ponyboy, distressed: You don't know your own blood type, but you know who discovered them?!

...

Curly: *Accidentally punched Ponyboy in the face*

Curly: *Trying to decide between saying 'I’m fucking sorry' and 'Are you okay'*

Curly: ARE YOU FUCKING SORRY?!

Ponyboy, confused: What’s wrong with you?!

Angela: *wheezing in the background*

...

Darry: Can you please be serious for five minutes?

Two-Bit: My record is four, but I think I can do it.

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Sylvia: Why are you like this??

Dally: I used too much "No More Tears" shampoo as a kid and I haven't felt a single emotion since.

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Curly: I was arrested for being too tuff.

Tim: The charges were dropped due to a lack of supporting evidence.

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Ponyboy: Do you think different paints have different tastes?

Soda: They do.

Darry: ... Why did you say that with such certainty?

...

Soda, euphoric from his first date with Sandy: Date someone who will drag you outside at 3am to look at the stars.

Steve: If anyone, and I mean anyone, wakes me up at 3am to go look at the damn sky they will be removed indefinitely from my life.

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Tim: I have the sharpest memory here - name one time I forgot something!

Curly: You left me in a Walmart parking lot at 2am a day ago.

Tim: I did that on purpose, try again.

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Dally: *choking on something*

Steve: Jeez, Dal, don't die on us.

Dally: Don't tell me what to do, I'll die whenever the hell I want

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Angela: You can trust me! Let's not forget who pulled you out of the river when you were six.

Curly, dryly: Let's not forget who pushed me in

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Dally: I am free of all prejudice. I hate everyone equally.

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Darry: Don’t say a word.

Ponyboy: Fergalicious.

Darry: Pony, I said no words.

Ponyboy: Oh, I see how it is. Two weeks ago, when we were playing Scrabble, it wasn't a word, now suddenly it is a word because it’s convenient for you.

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Soda: Steve, you need to react when customers cry!

Steve: I did. I rolled my eyes.

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Ponyboy: 'Struggling with depression' would seem to imply that I am bad at being depressed when I am, in fact, very proficient at being depressed.

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That's it for now lol

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Charlie Morningstar, actual princess of hell, sitting very stiff and straight and awkward on the throne of hell during a Formal Thing, looking very Uncomfy about it... until....

Vaggie: "Are you guys all blind? She's gorgeous up there."

Angel Dust: "No surprises YOU'D like seein' her all stiff."

Vaggie: "Fuck off. She looks dignified. Formal-"

Alastor: "Tense?"

Niffty: "Like rigger mortis!"

Cherri Bomb: "Like she's sitting on TNT."

Angel Dust: "Stiffer than a porn star tryn'a pay rent."

Husk: "I can hear her fucking teeth grinding through that forced grin."

Vaggie: "Alright, she's a bit nervous sitting on the throne of hell for the first time, filling in for the absent queen mom and the shut in king dad. So what."

Alastor: "It is becoming SLIGHTLY detrimental, ha ha!"

Vaggie: "You told her to sit still up there and look pretty. Look. She's sitting. She's pretty."

Angel Dust: "You're gay."

Vaggie: "Hi gay I'm her girlfriend."

Husk: (snorts)

Alastor: "I'm SURE she is ALL those things, my dear-"

Vaggie: "Touch me and the sleeve comes off with your arm in it."

Husk: (SNIGGERS)

Alastor: "-but she IS mainly meant to be inspiring CONFIDENCE in her ability to run hell as it's de-facto ruler!"

Vaggie: "And?"

Alastor: "Well it WOULD be nice if she could make the symbolic at of sitting on the throne of hell, in full view of what is MEANT to be HER royal court, seem just a BIT more, hrmm... NATURAL~"

Vaggie: "What the fuck does that mean. She's princess of Hell. However she sits on the dumb chair is natural."

Angel Dust: "Toots, she's third in line ruler of all Pride, an' she looks..."

Niffty: "WRETCHED!"

Husk: "Fucking pitiful."

Alastor: "Once again I shall go with TENSE."

Vaggie: "You want her to relax up there?"

Alastor: "I would rather say, it is VITAL that she does so~!"

Cherri Bomb: "No sweat. Someone give me a drink and I'll slip her a chill pill."

Vaggie: "No."

Angel Dust: "NO!"

Niffty: "I could try giving her acupuncture!"

Angel Dust: "Cherri, we've TALKED about this-"

Husk: "You fucking know how?"

Cherri Bomb: "-don't be sucha stick in the mud, Angie."

Niffty: "You PUNCTURE!"

Angel Dust: "I ain't being a stick in the mud! You-"

Husk: "Unholy shit stop giggling and give me that fucking knife-"

Cherri Bomb: "Yeah, and I wasn't gonna get her royal highness high for real. Just something to take off the edge-"

Angel Dust: "She's got no history with that stuff! She'd be a KITE!"

Vaggie: "Someone hold my drink."

Husk: "-and where the fuck are YOU going?"

Vaggie: "Gonna go help my girlfriend."

Angel Dust: "Whoa whoa wait toots- ya supposed to be lying LOW here, Vagisaurus! Ex-exorcist bitch, remember? Lot's a people here who'd like to KILL ya???"

Vaggie: "If anyone's pissed enough to run up the dais steps and try murdering the princess of hell's partner right in front of her then they deserve to get at least one hit on me. You guys have fun, stick together, don't get killed."

Husk: "Take your own fucking advice-"

Angel Dust: "-aaaand she's took off, right in front of EVERYBODY oh that's just GREAT."

Niffty: "Alastor? Do you want her to die..?"

Alastor: "Right now, dearest? Well! If it helps our princess put on more of a royal bearing, then I fail to see why she shouldn't!"

Cherri Bomb: "Dude."

-

Charlie: "-eighty-three million ducks on the wall, eighty-three million duuucks... take one down.... pass it around..."

Charlie: "-don't think about how easy mom made this look don't think about her seeing you up here and wondering where she went wrong and maybe she did and that's why she left don't think about it don't think-"

Charlie: "... eighty-two million nine-hundred and ninety-nine thousand, nine-hundred and ninety-nine ducks on the waaalllll-"

Vaggie: (swoops down) "Hey."

Charlie: "-oh thank HELL Vaggie! I was just getting-"

(gets smooched)

Charlie: "..."

Charlie: ".... hhh...hi..."

Vaggie: "This armrest taken?"

Charlie: "What armrest. Oh! The THRONE right um no I mean yes you can, or- or we could get you your own chair if you want-!"

Vaggie: "Thanks babe, this is good."

Charlie: "It's- it's close!"

Vaggie: "Nice being on eye level for once."

Charlie: "or kiss level."

Vaggie: "Hm?"

Charlie: "NO NOTHING. Ahem!" (using gf's thigh as armrest)

Charlie: "Sooo, how's the party going down there?"

Vaggie: "Typical. Niffty brought a knife."

Charlie: "A knife? Just one??"

Vaggie: "We'll see."

Charlie: "I... guess just a knife's not too bad-"

Vaggie: "Heavenly steel."

Charlie: "H- Did you confiscate-?"

Vaggie: "Husk's working on it. I had better things to do."

Charlie: "Oh." (drooping) "Better things right. Other things. Just checking in on me huh? Um, what is the other things that need doing?"

Vaggie: "Charlie."

Charlie: "Shoot did I forget something?"

Vaggie: "You didn't-"

Charlie: "Something IMPORTANT?"

Vaggie: "Sweetie, you're things."

Charlie: "My things??"

Vaggie: "The things are you."

Charlie: "I'M things? What things- OH I'M THE-"

Charlie: "-I'm the things that need doing."

Vaggie: "Do you?"

Charlie: "N-not in public!"

Vaggie: "Guess you'll have to wait, then."

Charlie: "..."

Charlie: "You know, these are the only times I ever wonder about you maybe being a liiiittle itty bit evil."

Vaggie: "Punishment to fit the sin, babe. I've been having to look at you all evening."

Charlie: "I was WONDERING why your wings were showing!"

Vaggie: "You bring it out in me."

Charlie: "HEHEHEHEH."

Vaggie: "So now we're just gonna have to suffer together for the rest of the night."

Charlie: "That phrasing isn't helping."

Vaggie: "You playing with the hem of my skirt isn't helping."

Charlie: "YOU'RE the one almost sitting on my LAP."

Vaggie: "Emphasis on almost."

Charlie: (sigh) "I wish you were sitting on my lap..."

Vaggie: "You're basically melting into mine now, so there's that."

Charlie: "Your fault." (pouts) "Evil temptress of cuddles denied."

Vaggie: "Hellishly cute seductress."

Charlie: "Distracting tease."

Vaggie: "Speaking of distracting, think the whole room's looking this way now."

Charlie: "Can't blame them. You're lovely, Vaggie."

Vaggie: "Charmer."

Charlie: "Beautiful~"

Random Sinner: (charges over) "Murdering EXORCIST! You-"

(FwooOOM HELLFIRE)

Demon Charlie: (SNARLS)

Random Sinner: "...."

Random Sinner: "..... your wings are.. very pretty."

Vaggie: "Thanks."

Demon Charlie: "ANY oThER WORDS?"

Random Sinner: "C-congratulations on the girlfriend, your highness!"

Charlie: (beaming) (sparkling) "Thank you!!"

Random Sinner: (slightly charred) (eases back into the crowd)

Vaggie: "...."

Charlie: "I know I know..." (huffs) "That was a bit-"

Vaggie: "Hot."

Charlie: "Oh hush." (smirks) (drapes herself over gf's lap again)

-

Alastor: "...Well!"

Angel Dust: "She sure ain't stiff anymore."

Alastor: "Quite so."

Husk: "She's fucking liquefying."

Alastor: "Hrmm..."

Angel Dust: "Liquid like lighter fluid. She ROASTED that guy."

Cherri Bomb: "Are we like, SURE no one slipped anything in her drink..?"

Niffty: "Do you see any DEAD BODIES around Vaggie!?"

Cherri Bomb: "Uh, no?"

Niffty: "Awww. Then no."

Husk: "My grip hasn't gone limp though- Niffty, stop trying to take back the fucking angel knife."

Niffty: "THERE AREN'T ANY CORPSES HERE AT LEAST LET ME HAVE THIS!!!"

Husk: "Fuck no! You'll make corpses!"

Niffty: "I KNOOOOW!!!"

Angel Dust: "Not tonight, Niff."

Niffty: (hanging limply off of knife handle) (sobbing)

Alastor: "Oh dearest don't CRY~" (pats niffty) "Come now- why don't we RELISH how the crowd shies back in FEAR from our DARLING hotel founder!"

Cherri Bomb: "Uhh, they might just be cringing back from all the glittery rainbows..?"

Niffty: (sniffling) "Cr- cringing's good..."

Husk: "She sure as fuck does look full of pride now."

Alastor: "Indeed! MOST satisfactory!"

Cherri Bomb: "Gay pride."

Angel Dust: "In her fucked up battle scarred heavenly wash out murder girlfriend who's giving her big soppy I'm-so-in-love looks."

Alastor: "Ah HA...! Close enough~"

[custardtartsfan]

photocard trend - Mark and Rex short

barley proof read, lowkey buns. im on new meds and i havent written fics since i was 13 and obsessed with Susie from DBD so read at own risk

interpret readers gender identity and relationship to the guy however youd like, i tried to make it as open ended as possible. also pretty grown up in nature just so yk. lots of boobs talk, but not your own

divider cred to @anitalenia ty icon

Mark  ꢾ𓍢ִ໋　

Mark stares at your phone in absolute awe. There were..so many boobs “I cant ..i dont- i dont understand” He's scrolling through the hashtag, flabbergasted. Tens upon twenties upon thirties of tit havers posting pictures of their chests with merch of his hero persona in between the girls. Plushies, keychains, homemade photocards with heavily decorated toploaders “Where are people getting this shit? I'm not- i dont sell keychains!” He exclaims, finally tearing his eyes away from the screen to look at y/n “Alieexpress, id assume” y/n shrugged, rolling over on the bed “or etsy. Probably a mix of the two” Mark blinked. He didn't spend a lot of time online. He was a geek, sure. But he didn't exactly have twitter doom scrolling time on his hands. He had Invincible stuff to do. So he was blissfully unaware of all that went on in his online fanbase “Why would anyone post themselves like that?” he questions, to the universe “its- i dont want anyone to expose themselves for me” “People throw bras at Drake” y/n nodded. Mark made a face of disgust and offense, mostly offense at the comparison “I'm not Drake” he frowned “Yea but it's the same idea. They think you're hot” y/n affirms, rolling over again to sit up. That answer did not sooth Mark “Thats-” he paused, sat down on the edge of the bed, hands folded. He was having a quick think “Y'know what? That's not the worst treatment a public figure has ever received. Its- thats fine, i'm okay with it” he nodded. y/n snorted “That's not the worst of it” y/n snickered, reaching over him to grab their phone back, looking for something. Mark did not look happy at that suggestion “What d’you mean.” Mark deadpanned “Porn” y/n nodded,tapping away on their phone “gay,sometimes” they said, turning their phone to show him what they mean. Mark's face goes through all 5 stages of grief and then some in under 6 seconds. First shock, then horror, then almost awe at the artpiece he's presented with. Of himself. Being very friendly with another man “Know what” he starts, looking away from the phone “at least it's well drawn. I can live with it” He let that sit in the air for a while, running a hand through his hair before looking over at y/n “They know I'm straight though, yes?” “Straight up gay” y/n answered, swiftly getting a pillow to the face in response

Rex

“Whoa!” Rex exclaims, his hand literally flying to cover his mouth, in awe of what he's been presented with. A not insignificant amount of the boob having population taking pictures of their cherries, and dedicating it to HIM??? What burning orphanage had he put out in a past life to deserve this “I feel like Johnny Ray” he mused. y/n raised an eyebrow. “That's a deep cut” they murmured “Its an accurate cut” he said, continuing to scroll “i need to make a twitter” “Why?” y/n asked, confused why he'd join now of all times “So i can capitalize” rex answers, like that's a stupid question “this many bad bitches in one spot all wanting me is a once in a bloodline occurrence” he nodded, eyes not taken off the phone. “ ‘think that'd compromise your identity” y/n snickered “i think Cecil would have problems with you dm’ing chicks and admitting to being Rex Splode. Don't do that to the poor GDA workers” Rex scoffed “oh it'd be fine” he rolled his eyes. “GDA agents aren't “poor” they're not sad little mice. They're fine” y/n shrugged “public servants have hard jobs” they nod “and how’re you gonna open without divulging your secret identity? “Whats up babe, i heard you like rex splode, i also have a man bun when’re you free?”” Rex looked like he was considering it, “not a bad first draft” he nodded, pacing around with the phone y/n frowned “dude.” “What?” Rex said defensively “can a guy not like hot girls?” “Can he do it without compromising international intelligence secrets?” y/n responded like he was stupid. And to be fair, that's how he was acting “Ugh” rex made a face, plopping his ass down onto the couch “so many baddies at my fingertips and i can't capitalize on any of it. I feel like- sisyphus, or something” he murmured “Not what sisyphus was about” y/n snickered,rolling their eyes “No more lip, im grieving” Rex grumbled

ty for reading i love you goodnight >°))))彡

[mattsstarlet]

⋆˚࿔ bad day ⟢

goodgirl!reader experiences a bad day at work, dealer!matt comes home to comfort reader who’s… drunk.

warnings: mentions of alcohol, consumption of alcohol, slightly suggestive language, slight fluff.

note: this was written long ago. i hope u guys like this, im going into a writing slump omg.

requested by: purpledragon222

you sat next to dior, fidgeting with the ends of your jacket as she talked to a group of girls. chris’ teammates were over at the so-called “trap” house, having a little get-together after their game tonight. 

it's not that you were shy or hated people; it just wasn't your day. you dealt with a rude customer in the morning, making you redo the flower arrangement two times before the lady got fed up and threw them at your face. 

dior knew you had been upset, but she didn’t know the reason—she didn’t like poking someone around when they weren’t ready to open up. nudging your shoulder with hers, she smiled softly. “are you okay, love?” 

you nodded, offering her one of your sweetest smiles. glancing down at the cold drink in her hand, she held it up, “you want some? tastes like pink lemonade.” she grinned, knowing you were a sucker for the sweet and sour stuff, though she knew you didn’t drink.

you chewed on your lip, replaying the horrible scene from earlier today. swallowing your pride, you pushed aside the statistics on consuming alcohol and reached for the drink. dior opened another glass bottle, raising it to meet yours halfway. “cheers, and fuck whatever’s making you upset.”

the taste of the sweet strawberries blended with lemons lingered on your tongue as you drunkenly made your way up to matt. he had been out, doing drop-offs near the neighborhood. the boy smiled as he laid eyes on you. “hey, babydoll—whoa, what’s…you good?”

you shook your head ‘no’ as you hid your face in his chest, your bottom lip trembling as you hugged him. “some—some lady was being mean… really mean.” you hiccuped as your tears pooled around in your eyes. he frowned, matt wasn't the affectionate type but with you it all seemed to change—everything did. he pulled you into a bear hug, kissing your temple along the way. 

matt could smell the fruity drink on you, but he wasn't going to press you about it, not when you were this vulnerable and upset. “m'sorry, angel… she was a real bitch, wasn’t she?” his voice slightly filled with venom. you were such a sweet girl, way too sweet. 

you nodded, clinging onto him like he was going to vanish from your grasp, plus the fact that you felt so wobbly in your legs. “mm-hm… poor roses… d—didn’t deserve the harm.” you slurred as you ranted; of course you would feel terrible about the damn plants. a tiny smile tugged at his lips, flattening as quickly as it appeared when he heard a sniff. 

matt sighed, pulling away just to wipe a tear. your eyes were glossy; he didn't know if it was from the alcohol or your cries. “you're so drunk, aren’t you, sweet girl?” 

your lip trembled once again, feeling your tears stream down your flushed cheeks. “i’m sorry, matt… i'm so sorry i… i-" matt quickly hushed you, softly rubbing your back. “hey, shh, baby. s’okay… let’s go cuddle, yeah? y’want some kisses?”

© 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗌𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗍

[womanofwords]

Silver Swan (Part 9)

Neglected!fem!reader x yandere!batfam

You heard it before you saw it. The complaints and yells of horror. Not wanting them to see you too early (as Damian put it, you make good moments bad and bad moments worse), so you searched it up on your phone and wore headphones so you wouldn't disturb anybody.

That was a lot of fun.

"How are you all not obsessing over Silver Swan?" a wide-eyed influencer asked, screaming into the mic. "She hears about a catwalk with fur, pulls up, somehow gets into the event and fucks shit up from the inside, and then shows up to confess and tell the producer to do better. She's an icon."

An icon? You? It felt impossible, but it was true. You (or rather, Silver Swan) were an icon, and a legend, and loved. A new hashtag was there to grace the presence of social media.

#itsonlyawayne

"That Silver Swan is a menace," Damian said. "She's a bigger humiliation to the family name than Y/N is. Our family name is part of a hashtag because of her!" He said the word hashtag like it was a death sentence. His pain was sweet music to your ears.

"What are you planning on doing about it, shrimp?" Jason taunted. "She's already gotten your stupid hair spikes shaved off, Damian. What else could you do?"

"I'll break her precious board over her head!" Damian roared. "She's going to pay for embarrassing me, Jason. She handed me a glue bomb with a smile! She knew exactly what would happen to me!"

"Why don't you take some father-son time and find her while you're on patrol?"

Patrol? What patrol was Damian doing?

"Father doesn't let me do anything! I'm not allowed to press a single button or even sit in the front seat! Why would he let Robin decide what happens when we're on patrol?" Damian asked.

What did Robin have to do with Damian? This was making no sense.

"Yeesh, he's really tightened up. When I was Robin, Bruce trusted my judgement about some things," Jason said.

That threw you for a loop. Damian was Robin? Jason was Robin too, but then . . . stopped? And if Damian was Robin, Bruce was . . .

Batman.

Bruce Wayne was Batman.

All of these bitches were doing vigilante stuff except you.

You went to your room as quietly as you could, having a mini heart attack with every step. You'd been beefing with billionaire vigilante geniuses? And now you were Silver Swan, Batman was probably going to be on your tail. Batman, who was Bruce Wayne, who was your dad.

"Well, if they really want to mess with Silver Swan," you muttered to yourself, "it's about time they learned how aggressive water fowl can be."

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The next time you went out, you did so on a mission. A mission to mess with the twerp that you knew as Damian Wayne and now Robin.

"Hello, Boy Blunder," you said, flying tauntingly close to him.

"You!" Damian - Robin - looked at you as if you had spat onto him. "I'm going to get you and throw you into Arkham myself!"

"Whoa, little boy, what's with the anger? I only went after those rich snobs!" You dodged effortlessly. "And it was for the greater good."

"Greater good? Don't lie to me! You did it because you enjoyed seeing me stuck with glue!" Robin said.

"Look, Boy Blunder, I've never met you before - ooooooooooh." You pretended to join up the dots in front of him. "You must be Bruce Wayne's son . . . Dave."

"Damian."

"Daniel."

"Damian."

"Dynasty."

"Damian."

"Oh, right. Dominion."

"Damian! My name is Damian!" Damian hissed, shoving a hand over his mouth exactly too late.

"Oh, right, Damian Wayne. Good to know. Now, what do I do with an annoying brat that won't leave me alone?" You pretended to think while activating another glue grenade. "Ooh, I know!"

You threw the grenade at Damian's feet just in time, coating him in glue just in time. "I'll get you one day, Silver Swan!" Damian groaned, getting out his comms link to text Batman.

"Yeah, yeah, cry to Daddy Batman about it," you said, booping him on the nose just before you flew off home.

That ought to send him crazy until Bruce or one of your numerous siblings could pick him up.

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Taglist: @tinybrie, @hopingtoclearmedschool, @simpingfor-wakasa, @kittzu, @simpingpandas, @devotedlyshamelessdetective, @galaxypurplerose, @wisefuncherryblossom, @vanessa-boo, @deathbynarcisstick, @sirenetheblogger, @asillysimp, @toxicvoidsstuff, @kneelforloki, @trashlanternfish360.

[igotanidea]

Boss bitch and a princess: JT x reader

Summary: grumpy and sunshine trope with a little twist :)

***

The sun shining though the windows were quite surprising, if not shocking, occurrence in Gotham. Most of the citizens were used to constant rain, fog and misery surrounding them from every corner of the place. Therefore, the sight of a nice weather, for once was about to make some people content and energetic, finally getting the motivation to do some work and move on in their lifes.

Y/n was not one of those people.

It seemed like everything she did, was thrive in the October like atmosphere. Not because of the charming cosy autumn mood, but because she was cold and ruthless. She didn't give a damn about sun, butterfly, girly dresses and all that feminine stuff. Which obviously didn't mean she was a tomboy. Things like clothes and makeup just didn't took much space in her mind, she was acing them effortlessly and efficiently.

Exactly.

Efficiency.

That was definitely one of her favourite words and most definitely her life motto. Deal with shit, break the obstacles and if you cannot go though the doors, go though a window.

A taskmaster, if you may. A corporate rat. Ambitious, ruthless and unapologetic.

She woke up alone in her bed, just like every morning, immediately starting her routine of a few yoga poses, five minutes of meditation, ten minutes of setting her priorities for the day and getting into the right mindset.

She made herself a healthy breakfast and took a taxi to work.

The second she entered the building, her assistant caught up with her reminding y/n of the daily schedule, meetings, briefings and points on the checklist.

Obviously at the end of the day everything and then some was done. Including reprimanding her subordinates about being lazy and uncompetent.

In a mood she went home.

Opening the door.

"Hi baby." a little hoarse voice came from the kitchen.

"Jason!" she cried out happily, immeditely throwing her bitch boss attitude out the window. "You're back!" in a blink of an eye she was in his arms, kissing all over his face, hugging him and turning into a little ball of fluff, knowing her boyfriend was back.

"Whoa! Easy tiger!" Jason laughed wrapping arms around her waist.

"I was so worried when you weren't here in the morning!" she did not calm down even a notch. "I was thinking that something happened and -"

"I'm almost sure you just went on with your high corporate day and attitude without giving me a second thought, didn't you?" he teased, boping her nose.

"Hey, that's-" she started, his words strking her chords

"True?" he cut her off raising an eyebrow.

"Not fair!"

"But still true?' he pressed further and the roll of her eyes alongside with a pout gave him all the answers he needed. "don't do that or it will stay. would be a shame to waste such a pretty face, princess." he put one finger over her chin and lifter it out so she was forced to look into his eyes.

"You know exactly why I'm blocking it..." she whispered, getting a little nostalgic "I can't--"

"I know, I know. You've said it a million times. Emotions in your line of work are a deathbed." Jason mocked a little, empasising the fact that his beloved girlfriend had a tendency to overreact sometimes.

"It's true! You know it;s true! If any on my employees knew--"

"That you are soft for a guy?"

"That I have feelings!"

"Oh no! Look at you, you;re human and not a robot! How will you live with that?"

"And that's coming from a walking dead." she muttered, crossing arms over her chest and stepping away. "I hate you…"

Not for long though, when he reached for her in a practised move and pressed his lips to her ear.

"No, you don't princess..." his lips ghosted over her temple

"Yes I do...?"

"Really? Do you?" he moved to kiss her neck, softly, but teasingly "Cause the way you shivering right now make me think otherwise."

"Jason--"

"I know, I know... you love me so much my little grumpy." the grip on her waist tightened and he pulled her closer. "You've been lonely and that's the reason for the sourpuss mood, isn't it? Let me make it up to you..." another argument making her melt took a form of running hands all over her back, from the shoulders and down to the rear.

"You know what I like..." she responded with a hint of mischief in her voice.

"that I do..." he scooped her in his arms and carried her to the couch.

***

Half an hour later Y/N was splayed on the couch with the face mask on, hair freshly washed by Jason himself and her legs on his lap, having full control of the remote. In her own belief, this was the greatest torture she could impose on her boyfriend.

Little did she know, that is was his greatest pleasure.

Pampering her in all the million little ways. Using the most mundane, tiniest example of self-care (or rather boyfriend's care) as a way to spend time with her and have multiple excuses to touch and feel her close. Not that he needed excuses, but getting her to agree to this softness was not always easy, given her charcter.

Even that had to be somewhat productive.

But once she did agree?

Hours.

She would be glued to the spot for hours, letting him please her, comb her hair, apply skin care products on her face and body.

Finally sheding her work attitude.

Becoming his princess once more, cause with him - her deeply hidden, secretive sensitive part was safe.

[mikkomacko]

loved the groupchat texts !!! i imagined one of the guys sending a spicy message to the group by mistake and all of them teasing him until nico appears and gives “stop bothering him, without me” vibes

*Jack sent an image*

Mercer: WHOA BUDDY

Luke: IM SCARRED FOR LYFE

Alex: oh god

Johnny: nice thirst trap Jacky boy

Jack: wait no I didn’t mean to send that!

Jack: everyone look away right now!

Jack: that was for someone else

Timo: who’s the girl?

Lazar: or boy? Or person?

Jack: hey it’s a girl

Lazar: just being open minded. We’ve heard you talk about Nico

Jack: well Nico is hot so

Me:

Fuck yeah he is

Luke: ok back to Jack’s shirtless pic

Luke: bro

Me:

It’s a good pic

Lighting is Perff

Jack: yeah?

Mercer: no way we’re doing this rn

Me:

I’m just tryna help

A+ thirst trap J

Jack: thanks!

Jack: at least someone is nice to me

Nico: whoa calm down Jack my girl is in this chat

Alex: save us Nico save us

Nico: she is just being nice tho

Nico: ur flexing too much

Jack: no I’m not

Nico: yeah you are

Me:

Yes listen to Nico!

He knows what he’s doing

Timo: he does take really good thirst traps

Luke: how tf u know that?

Timo: I’m with her for like 10 hours every day

Timo: I know when she gets a sext from Nico

Nico: you better not know when she sends them back

Timo: who do you think is taking the pics for her bro?

Me:

He’s lying!

Oh my god he’s lying

Timo: kidding

Timo: sometimes we co-write stuff to you though

Me:

He censors me :(

Mercer: someone has to

Nico: ok I need to hear every uncensored text rn

Jack: so who’s gonna help me take my thirst traps?

Jack: need someone to match my freak too

Timo: trust me, she does more than match his freak

Timo: do not wish that upon yourself

Nico: pussy

Nico: just say you can’t handle a bad bitch

Me:

Awww 🥰🤭

Jack: Nico teach me your ways

Alex: lowkey me too

Luke: would it be weird learning this stuff in the same room as my brother

Timo: it’s gonna be weird either way

Lazar: I’m married. Why is no one asking me?

Johnny: not now unc, the boys are talking

Mercer: can I learn from y/n instead?

Alex: wait no me too

Nico: stay away from her

[whatswrongwithblue]

Okay, so Charlie and Vaggie the day Vaggie got her wings back. Charlie was holding back when she said they looks nice, Charlie thought they looked really fucking nice. Can you have Vaggie teach Charlie how to preen her feathers? Or even Charlie playing with them and finding the nice spots? and then kiss and other stuff I'm nervous asking for more so soon.

also hamster gif as a payment.

I apologize that this took me so very long to write up. All I can say is writer's block is a bitch and I hope you like it! Also not beta'd so I apologize for any errors.

WINGS

Vaggie threw herself onto the bed face first and groaned into the pillow.

Everything hurt. She’d forgotten in her years since falling just how many muscles were used in flying and she had been training non stop since getting her wings back in order to prepare for the upcoming battle against Heaven’s exterminators . . . and Adam.

Only she may have pushed herself a little too hard that afternoon and was now paying the price. Overworked muscles from her neck, shoulders, back, and even down in her buttocks screamed in protest that she hadn’t warmed up properly, definitely hadn’t cooled down properly, and now she had a lovely build up of lactic acid and micro tears in all the supporting muscles for her wingspan.

She knew it was a bad idea to lay down in the state she was in but she was too exhausted and shakey to even make it to the bath that Charlie had drawn for her. She could smell the lavender in the Epsom salt diffusing through the air out of the open bathroom doorway, tempting her and drawing her into its welcoming warmth, but when she tried to move again, all she managed was another groan before slumping back into bed.

“Vaggie,” Charlie soft voice said from beside her, drawing her girlfriend’s name out with a disappointed sigh. “You don’t have to push yourself so hard.”

Vaggie mumbled a reply into the pillow.

“What?” Charlie asked with a giggle.

“I do if we want to win,” Vaggie repeated.

Charlie sighed again.

“We wont win if you injure yourself before the battle even begins.”

“Uuuuuuggggghhh,” Vaggie complained and slumped into the pillows again, her wings splayed pathetically out to her sides and limp.

“Okay, if you wont get up and go take a bath, I’ll just have to figure out some other way to help you!” Charlie stood and clapped her hands together, before taking off into the bathroom, leaving Vaggie to wallow in her misery and pain.

A minute later, Vaggie heard something being sat down onto the nightstand next to her and then she was unceremoniously being hoisted up into a sitting position. She tried to slouch forward into Charlie’s arms but Charlie pushed her away and began pulling up her shirt.

“Whoa there, little lady,” Vaggie said with a tired chuckle. “I don’t think I’m up for that right now.”

Charlie blushed before she composed herself and puffed out her chest, placing a hand over her breast and turning her nose up as if offended. When she responded, she had a fake, hotty and snobby tone to her voice.

“Please. I am much more  sophisticated when I am in the mood for amorous activities.”

“Okay, then,” Vaggie said with an amused grin, “what are you doing trying to take off my shirt?”

“I want to give you a massage! Duh!”

“Do you . . . know how to massage wings?” Vaggie asked, trying not to sound skeptical.

“There’s never a better time to learn a new skill than the present!” Charlie replied with her usual enthusiasm and Vaggie rolled her eyes, though she was, as always, amused by her girlfriend’s antics.

“I guess,” she reluctantly agreed  and let Charlie finish undressing her until she was down to her bra and underwear and began placing warmed up oils along her skin.    

Charlie began along Vaggie’s spine, right between her wings and shoulder blades, alternating small soothing cirlces and long strokes along the sides of her vertebra. A quiet lull came over them as Charlie moved her way down Vaggie’s back, lingering just at the base of her spine before moving back up and applying deep pressured strokes with her palm along Vaggie’s ribs.

It was torture.

And it was heaven.

Vaggie felt all her overworked muscles finally beginning to relax and although the pain wasn’t completely  gone and she knew she would still feel sore in the morning, she was already feeling an incredible amount of relief.

Then Charlie slipped her hands underneath the bottom of Vaggie’s underwear and began applying the same sweet, deep pressure to her muscles there and Vaggie felt a whole new kind of heat spreading through her body.

“Uh . . . Charlie?”

“What? You said ‘even my ass hurts’ before you flopped onto the bed. I’m just trying to help,” Charlie answered, but Vaggie could hear the mischievousness in her voice.

Charlie lingered in that zone for far longer than she had Vaggie’s back, making it clear it wasn’t just a simple massage at this point before she worked her way back up along Vaggie’s spine, hands as innocent as ever.

Until she  touched Vaggie’s wings.

With gentle pressure, Charlie’s fingers worked the upper ridge of muscle that ran along the top of Vaggie’s wings, especially at the base where they connected with her body. Vaggie bit her lip, hiding her face in the pillows, embarrassed at how easily her body was responding to touch in that area. No one had ever touched her wings like this before, so she had no idea it was such an erogenous zone.

Charlie’s fingers ghosted over the first bend in the ridge, her fingertips just lightly brushing over the feathers there, and Vaggie’s whole body shuddered.

“Oh, these are sensitive?” Charlie teased but her voice was low and sultry.

Vaggie didn’t respond verbally, just gave an almost imperceptible nod of her head and let Charlie continue to work her magic.

Charlie repeated her pattern from the beginning; down along her spine, back up and along her ribs, back down to her glutes, and then finishing off at her wings. This went on for 3 more cycles until Vaggie was flushed and desperate for more.

She felt two fingers pressing between the apex of her thighs and Vaggie eagerly lifted her hips up, giving Charlie easier and unabashed access to her core. Charlie worked her there with as much attentive tenderness as she had shown every other piece of Vaggie’s anatomy, only slipping her fingers underneath the now soaked piece of cotton when Vaggie had begun to moan and push her hips into Charlie’s touch.  

Charlie slipped two fingers inside Vaggie’s tight and warm depths, curling them down and stroking the most sensitive point of her walls as her thumb reached lower and worked circles around her clit. With her free hand, Charlie slowly rubbed upwards along Vaggie’s spine, teasing along the feathery edges where her wings joined to her back.

Vaggie whimpered and Charlie felt her sopping heat clench tighter around her fingers, almost there, her nervous system flirting with a climax, and Charlie purposefully kept her pace slow and gentle, leaving her right beneath that pinnacle of pleasure.

“Charlie, please,” Vaggie cried, her face flushed and buried sideways into her pillow.

With those two little words, Charlie gave in and ran her fingertips along the upper edge of Vaggie’s left wing, letting her touch dance along that bend halfway down that seemed to be the most reactive to touch. Vaggie gasped and Charlie curled her fingers tighter around Vaggie’s core, increasing her pace and pressure both inside and out.

Vaggie’s back bowed as she cried out, all of her once relaxed muscles now tensed as her orgasm crashed over her; a tsumani of pleasure that seemed to continue on and on, until it finally receded, along with Charlie’s touch, leaving Vaggie a melted puddle of sweat and trembling muscles.

But miraculously, it seemed all the pain and stiffness from her workout was gone, washed away by the flood of hormones and her girlfriend’s talented hands.

“Well, that’s one way to do a cool down,” Charlie said, and though her face was still turned into the pillows, Vaggie could hear the smirk in the blonde’s tone.

“I . . . yeah,” Vaggie sighed, unable to come up with a smart response.

“Okay,” Charlie chuckled, “c’mon you.” Before Vaggie knew it, she was being pulled up by her arm and dragged out of bed, though her shaking legs barely held her up. “Time for that bath. And maybe you can teach me how to preen those feathers of yours.”

Vaggie’s face heated up all over again at the thought of Charlie having her hands on her wings for the rest of the night.  

[blueeyedheizer]

Cassie Howard x reader where the reader is just ridiculously in love with her but worries they’re not good enough for her please?

"jesus. you're not even being subtle about it," maddy teases, her eyes flicking between you and cassie - catching the way your gaze lingers on her for just a little too long. "you two are disgusting." she adds with a mock gag, rolling her eyes dramatically.

her words snap you out of your thoughts and you chuckle awkwardly, looking down at your drink as you stir it absently. but the smile fades quickly and maddy doesn’t miss the sudden shift in your expression.

“whoa, hold up. you look like shit. what happened?” maddy's tone shifts from playful to concerned in an instant. her eyes narrow, her posture stiffening as she studies your face, not even waiting for a response before spitting out; “wait. don't tell me you two have broken up?! I'll literally kill you."

she sounds ready to march across the room, grab cassie by the hair and force you two to talk it out.

"what?! no! no," you say quickly, shaking your head. “it’s not that. we're good.”

maddy raises an eyebrow, crossing her arms and leaning back against her chair. “so, what’s the problem? you look like someone just ran over your dog.”

you sigh, the words stuck in your throat, but you know maddy isn’t going to let it go. she's too stubborn for that. “I just... I don’t know. I don’t think I’m good enough for her,” you admit.

“oh, shut the fuck up." maddy scoffs, making your heart drop for a moment. “do you have any idea what kind of relationships she’s been in before you? you’re like a fucking saint compared to the cunts she's dated. not good enough for her, my ass.”

her bluntness catches you off guard and you blink at her, momentarily stunned into silence.

maddy leans forward, rolling her eyes at your expression. “listen. cassie has dated the worst kind of people. controlling, selfish, total jerks. boys who didn’t give a damn about her, who made her feel like crap. and here you are, head over heels, good at eating pussy, and you're worried you’re not enough? bitch, if she didn’t think you were good enough for her, you wouldn’t be here right now. stop psyching yourself out."

your mouth gapes, completely caught off guard. your heart skips a beat, your cheeks burning as you stutter, “w-wait, what did you—?”

maddy rolls her eyes, reaching for her drink and taking a casual sip. "what, you think cassie doesn’t tell me stuff? I know everything, from what you were wearing on your first date to the last time you sexted. hell, I can tell you exactly when and where the two of you have fucked." maddy smirks, her tone softening a bit. “but anyways. she is happy. believe me, if she wasn’t, I’d know. and I’d be telling you to fuck off. but I’m not. so, relax, okay? you’re doing just fine.”

“okay... thanks, mads.” you say quietly after a short moment of silence, giving her a genuine smile.

maddy raises her glass with a grin. “anytime, baby. now go make out with her or something. I don't want to have to sit through any more of this sap-fest.”

[pikahlua]

Fourteen Days of MHA: Day 7

First Impressions

I've had something of a day, so I couldn't come up with much for this one. But since the topic is first impressions, I kinda felt like this would be the best one to use some unfinished stuff of mine? Stuff that's likely never gonna BE finished. Basically this is an excerpt from one of my write-ups that is a reenactment of my first impressions of Katsuki Bakugou the first time I watched MHA.

[excerpt begins below the cut]

Season 1: Episodes 1-2

I hate shounen rival characters. No really.

I find them repetitive, reductive, and tropey as all hell. They don’t read like real people to me. They don’t make any sense to me. As far as I can tell, they just exist to be difficult, to represent some boiled-down theme of competition that must contradict the protagonist’s perspective for the sake of being a foil. It’s just a mechanism to provide challenges to the protagonist when the storyteller can’t find a way to come up with creative new challenges. They’re all basically the same character with the same personality with the same hangups with the same insecurities with the same “character development,” and if you’ve seen one you’ve seen ‘em all.

Enter Katsuki Bakugou.

This basic bitch.

On principle I hate him. I hate his stupid little smug face. I hate his voice. I hate his goals. I hate what he does and how he thinks.

Actually, hate is too strong a word. Because what I really hate is being subjected to the monotony of another predictable rival/lancer character. So here I am, praying for a sign that there will be some sort of break in this monotony. Please, MHA, prove me wrong.

Okay, not gonna lie, this shot did something to my heart.

Oh? Oh, is he actually insightful? Are we gonna resolve his arrogant shit this soon?

I’m in shock too, Izuku.

...oh.

Oh great. Total slow burn. [heavy sigh]

Heh. Points for the lampshade.

Wait, is this show self-aware?

Season 1: Episodes 3-4

Okay Katsuki clearly took something away from that experience because he is doing the whole anime-boy-staring-out-the-window-in-contemplation thing.

Whatever. Aloof rival alert. Except it’s not an alert because they’re all like that.

Whoa, that escalated quickly!

Oh. He’s just like that. Gotcha.

That’s...actually notable, since “that day” was sometime in April and now it’s February. Okay, something’s definitely up, but I’m just not sure which version of The Rival we’re dealing with here. And maybe if I cared, I’d try to figure it out. But I don’t care enough to stop watching and think about it, so, meh, I’ll let the show tell me when we get there. [/the most naive]

God, I relate too much to both sides of the interaction.

Um. “Friends?” Is that-? Are you implying-?

Are you just a grump?

Oh, okay, I see what’s been up. He’s totally aware of how awesome Izuku is, and he’s jealous or in denial. Understandable, since he wants to be the top hero. Sucks to be the rival, my dude.

Actually, wait, if he’s been aware of Izuku’s greatness since episode 1 or 2, he’s like one of the few characters in this world who seems to get it? Which is...kind of surprising for this early on?

Season 1: Episodes 5-7

Wait, what?

Are you telling me he’s actually hot shit? Fucking great. Ugh.

Oh, oh my god, the show IS self-aware! Oh okay I’m totally here for this shit!

Oh, it’s a CATCHPHRASE.

[end of excerpt]

You already know how it all ends lol.

[kellanved-ammanas]

TF2 Drabbles: Sniper/Scout - You'd Know

Summary: I was wondering if you could do one with Scout/Sniper, were there hanging out together then scout stops talking abruptly because he's insecure about how much he's talking. Then Sniper jolts up with like a weapon or something and is looking to see what is wrong because Scout stopped talking. And they have a heart to heart about how scout talking doesn't bug Sniper any and that if it did Scout would know because Snipe would tell him.

~

“… and I was still a kid then, right? Killing folks for money wasn’t something I even knew was a thing people did yet. I’d never even really hit anyone other than my brothers before and those weren’t fights I could win back then ‘cause they were like twice my size. But I’m apparently a natural fighter or something ‘cause I kicked that fucker in the knee so hard I felt it break. Kinda like when you step one a rotten plank of wood and it gives out, it felt like that but with more force than just a step.

“I still remember the sound of it too. It was a wet crunch. And then he screamed, high pitched like the little bitch he was. Which of course had the teachers running over to see what was wrong. And then I was the only one who got in trouble even though he was the one who started it by insisting my Mom’s a whore. And then Mom got mad at me for going straight to violence even though I was defending her honor and saying that only annoyed her more. The whole situation was so stupid and unfair. Looking back at it now, it was probably the start of a lot of shit that went wrong in my life. Not that I regret any of it of course. Fuck that guy and everyone else who tried to get in my way. I don’t need…”

Scout cut off so quickly it could only mean he’d spotted danger. Grabbing his rifle from where he’d placed it on the table upon putting it back together after cleaning it, Sniper shot up to his feet. Scout was lounging on the common room couch, facing the door, so naturally that’s were Sniper pointed his scope. Nothing was there though. Other than Demo sleeping passed out drunk on the couch on the other side of the room, they were alone.

“Whoa, Snipes you okay?” Scout asked, prompting Sniper to turn back and face him. He was just as relaxed as last time Sniper had glanced his way. No danger then.

“Uh… yeah. Just,” he lowered his rifle back to the table, “you okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Not a ‘yes’ but also not a ‘no’ so maybe him avoiding answering properly didn’t mean anything.

“You stopped talking so suddenly I thought something must’ve rushed in or whatever.”

“Oh um…” Scout averted his gaze. “I just… you know, realized I’d been talking for ages already and was starting to get into dumb feelings stuff that no one gives a damn about. And besides, you’re done cleaning your guns so probably you’re gonna head out soon anyway. I don’t wanna trap you in a conversation with no way out ‘cause I never shut the fuck up or whatever.”

There was a lot to unpack there… maybe. Sniper wasn’t good with people so maybe it wasn’t meant as self-deprecating as it seemed. It was a joke he was missing or something. “Nah, I wasn’t planning on heading out soon. I don’t really got much to do today. Also, um… I give a damn ‘bout your dumb feelings stuff. Or uh, I should probably also say they’re not dumb.”

Scout scoffed. “You don’t gotta try to spare my feelings dude. That kinda thing never ends well for anyone. In fact, if I’m talking too much feel free to go ahead and just get up and leave. I don’t need people to like me. I shoot people for a living and I’m damn good at it. That’s all I care about.” Said like someone who desperately needed people to like him but didn’t want to admit it.

Sniper walked over to look down at Scout. “Mate, when have I ever said something to spare someone’s bloody feelings?”

“Uh… well…”

“Never. I don’t like socializing enough to hang out with folk I don’t wanna hang out with. Trust me, if you were annoying me, you’d know.” Sniper had never had any qualms about leaving conversations he was bored and/or annoyed by. He’d put up with a bit more when it came to work related stuff, especially if their bosses were involved, but that was it. Scout should know that because he’d caught Sniper quietly leaving obnoxious team conversations several times.

“Oh… um… huh? You really like listening to me run my mouth then?”

“Yes. It’s… soothing.” Probably that wasn’t quite the right word but it was close enough to do.

“Even when I’ve been going on forever?”

“Yep.” Sniper didn’t like talking much himself so having someone else feel the silence with companionable conversation was welcome. It made for fewer awkward silences. And Scout had a habit of pulling him in often enough to prevent the feeling of being talked at instead of to. A rare skill amongst chatty folk.

“Even when I’m talking ‘bout dumb personal feelings stuff?”

“Yes. And I already told you, your personal feelings stuff ain’t dumb. If you wanna vent to me ‘bout stuff, you can.”

Scout was silent for a few seconds. Before he could respond though or ask another question…

“You two are a bloody cute couple, you know that? I’m rooting for ya. Super fucking adorable and all that. Cheers to you.”

Sniper turned to see Demo had woken and was now partially sitting up to lift his bottle in an unsteady cheer. Lowering it to his lips, he held it there for only a second or two before tossing it to the ground with an indecipherable curse. Apparently it had been empty.

Speaking of not wanting to put up with people’s bullshit to spare their feelings, Sniper wasn’t going dignify Demo’s drunken nonsense with a reply. He turned to look at Scout again. “You wanna head out to the camper van instead?”

Scout started to get to his feet before Sniper even finished the question. “Uh… yeah, let’s go.”

[katuschka]

Touch Starved Pups – Three

Jake Kiszka x f!Reader x Josh Kiszka October Special (But only because there's a Halloween party in this one. Otherwise, just a continuation of the story.) 5.954 words

Anyway, it you're new to this, welcome to Part Three of the story about what happens to two well-behaved, bored and horny romantics when a new feisty, worldly and hot social media manager enters the building...

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, intended for adult readers. Any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental. Also, if you're under 18, go find some other entertainment elsewhere.

Warnings (are spoilers): expressive language, promiscuous behaviour, petting and fingering (f!receiving), some heavy fluff, kissing, sex toys and teasing in public, costumes, alcohol consumption, a very brief mention of marihuana, allusions to continuous online bullying, being in denial of one's feelings

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Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh yeah

It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough

You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love

There are so many pleasurable things you can do on a rainy October day, instead of being stuck in a conference room. Sleeping comes to mind immediately. Or sleeping with someone. Sleeping after having slept with someone is definitely the best option. Best-served with champagne and strawberries and a Taurus on each side. Nudge nudge, wink wink.

Naughty, naughty thoughts. I promised myself to abstain from that…at least for a while, because two horny Tauruses dogging me all the time were exactly the reason why this couldn’t be just a lazy Saturday afternoon. Oh dog, how I hate conference rooms. 

But who doesn’t, right? Well, apart from the people who have a stick up their asses. And by that I don’t mean any funny silicone shit. I have yet to meet a sane person who doesn’t look either annoyed or miserable while sitting around the long table in a usually cold room. Doesn’t matter if it’s due to the air temperature or the sterile interior design. All those meetings, briefings and brainstorming sessions have nothing to do with creativity and real work. The only ones who enjoy it are those who love to listen to themselves talking, which is usually the only skill they possess. Everyone else is just waiting for it to be over so that they can go back to doing something that is actually productive. 

Like…fucking, preferably. Oh no, not again. Be for real, bitch! F-O-C-U-S. 

At least this was the GVF headquarters and not some fancy-schmancy glass tomb that reeks of Ivy League jizz. That’s why I prefer working with artists. Corporate marketing is boring and often borderline unethical. Here,we had beer. Both Sam and Jake already downed two cans each, which made it pretty obvious that they were just as happy to be there as I was. I took just a few tentative sips myself, as I had to keep in mind what was at stake. 

My job. 

Of all the reasons for summoning an “emergency” meeting, this one’s the worst. 

I tried to ease my mind a bit on my way there by blasting Lucille Bogan in my car, but as soon as that bitch started singing about enjoying two dicks the side of a baseball bat, I almost screamed with exasperation. During the past month, I had tried to avoid exactly that. And for what? I was still pretty much fucked, and not the way I wanted. Damn, how I missed those dicks. But I’m a professional, and even though both of them kept begging instead of just enjoying their much deserved break and time spent at home, I was adamant. 

See, it’s part of my job to make sure there’s no significant online drama. And I obviously failed. You can’t really avoid it, it often spreads like a virus and there’s something new every day, but just like with any other illness, there’s prevention and treatment. Anytime something lasts more than two weeks, I’m bound to report it to the management. And that’s exactly why I’d rather jump in the snake pit today, as it was me who caused the most recent major fuckup. It’s been more than a month. 

So, I submitted all the evidence a week prior and expected to be roasted. I’m no pounce pony though, and I knew very well that apart from the most recent mishap, I had done a really good job in the last six months. High on caffeine and adrenaline, I sat up straight, ready to defend my job. 

“... so, as you can see, that one-time drop on Instagram and Tiktok is counterbalanced by a steady increase of all numbers – not just followers, but also various interactions – on all the platforms except the X, which is fairly specific and…” I expected Melissa from management a.k.a “That Bitch” to interrupt me eventually, and yet I cringed when I finally heard her annoying voice coming out of the large screen in front of us. It matched the face perfectly.

“Well, that’s actually the only reason why we’re even having this conversation. Stella, you must understand that this is a problem. While we don’t believe in strict policies when it comes to mixing your personal and professional life…and you’re all adults…” She both looked and sounded quite unconvinced by her own words. “... this has gone a bit too far. We cannot really tolerate any further damage to the reputation of the band. That’s unacceptable. Thankfully for you, you have significant support who put in a good word for you.”

If clearing one’s throat was an olympic discipline, a few people, both in the room with me and on the big screen, would qualify. That offended me a bit. I’m a tolerant person, but my sex life is not a gob of phlegm, thank you very much. Fuckers.

Anyway, back to business.

“Yes, I understand that, Melissa, and I’ve already made amends.” By making amends I meant that there was currently no mixing going on and I was going to keep it that way in near future. And while I at least pretended to understand why it was “unacceptable”, I wasn’t sure about the other two whom it also concerned and who were sitting opposite to me. To be honest, I had absolutely no idea what was really going on behind Jake’s poker face and sunglasses combined. Josh, on the other hand, kept watching me sideways through his ridiculously long eyelashes while his tongue kept polishing his front teeth, which made him look like he was constantly pouting. I tried to ignore it. “The new strategic plan for the next few months before the scheduled releases is also ready. So, whenever the guys are too, we can start working on it. The three most successful recent posts both on Instagram and Tiktok proved that candid content really is...” Aaaand she interrupted me again.

“This is all very nice Stella, but I want to hear how you’re going to deal with the current issue first.”

I could feel my blood start to boil. I did all I could, even though I didn’t want to, but I just couldn’t fight the nightmare! The best thing to do now was to direct everyone’s attention somewhere else. “Unfortunately, certain things are beyond my control, and…” 

“I don’t think your reputation and your problematic past is entirely beyond your control, Stella.”

My past? MY problematic past? There it was again. It was just a pinkie at first, but I had to grab my right hand with the left one to stop it from shaking. 

“I think that’s enough, Melissa.” It was Jake. No longer leaning back against his chair and acting as if he was in the room entirely by mistake, he was now looking directly at the screen with his left hand placed menacingly on the table. I loved when he was glowering like that. Especially when… focus, you idiot! Meanwhile, he continued, only to be interrupted by Josh, as always. “We all know – including you, I hope – that you can’t really choose your parents. I mean…”

“Yeah, uh, and speaking about parents, I think that if my mother doesn’t see Stella as problematic, then you shouldn’t either.” 

Oh Joshy, baby, that isn’t really helping, and… your mother?! Well, that was a bit embarrassing, given the…well, all of it actually. I had met their mom twice, so I knew she was no prude, but still. Yikes! “Your mom knows about this?” I mewed. I certainly didn’t want to emit such a high-pitched, screechy sound, but as I said, certain things were beyond my control. 

“Well, of course, darling, she doesn’t live in a cave” he replied nonchalantly, before he turned back to Melissa. “But also because she was notified about it, no doubt by the same people who keep sending Stella hateful messages. THAT is unacceptable and problematic. And I think that, um, given wha…uh…given the band’s message and all, we shouldn’t really tolerate when our employees are being bullied, let alone participate in it.” 

The room fell quiet. Both rooms, to be more specific. I didn’t even realize I was gaping at Josh until Danny’s finger gently pushed my chip back up. I turned to my right to look at him and he smiled at me encouragingly. They were all unbelievable. Sometimes I felt like Alice in fucking wackoland. I didn’t even know why I kept denying to admit that they were actually pretty sweet. ‘People are cunts’, that was my favorite mantra and the armor I put on every morning. 

“Very well!” Melissa broke the silence at last. “But I hope we all agree that this must be sorted out. And all I want is Stella to…”

“Ok, let’s not delve into this any further, because it’s both inappropriate and irrelevant.” It was Jake again. While mixing business with bodily fluids wasn’t “exactly discouraged”, keeping anyone from finishing a sentence seemed like a cardinal rule here. Why didn’t anyone tell me before? I’m quite good at it too when needed.

Jake was still talking to Melissa when he turned to me. “... the main issue is with me and Josh having a row or something, that’s how it all started, correct?”

“Correct…,” both me and the Bitch answered in unison, albeit with uncertainty. 

“Cool, so let’s work on that.” And with that, he leaned back again, resuming his previous ‘fuck-this-shit’ posture. 

“Ok…please, do!” Melissa breathed out, pinching her brow.

“I got some ideas…” I added hopefully to break the tension, even though I had N-O-N-E at the moment, because I was very well aware that even if we posted a series of sickeningly sweet shutterstock-ish pictures of the two of them going fishing together, it wouldn’t change a thing. I was still THE problem. 

“Fine, you better make them work. I don’t care how, just fix it. You have one week to come up with a plan, because we need to start working on the RAH teasers well before Thanksgiving, and it would be fine if you managed to boost the numbers even more before that.” 

“Aaaactually, we already have a plan.” It was Sam this time. 

“We do?” I thought I only thought of the question, but apparently, I said it out loud, because Daniel gently stomped on my foot under the table in an obvious attempt to stop me from saying any more. “Yeah, Stella. That costume thing you told us right before the meeting. We actually quite like it. And pardon my amateur opinion, but I think it might work.”

“Oh yeah,” I chimed feebly. I honestly had no idea what was going on and I didn’t like it one bit, but I also wanted it to be over already and any straw I could catch was more than welcome. “Yeah, the costume thing… Ok, let’s try it.” 

 “So…can someone please explain to me what you meant by having a plan?”

We were no longer in that stifling room. Instead, Sam was playing some tune on the piano in the main room while the twins sat sprawled on the couch nearby and Daniel was helping himself to another beer. 

While still playing, Sam turned his head slightly towards me. “It’s top secret. I’ll just have to come to our Halloween party and see for yourself. Believe me, you’ll like it.”

“I really doubt it. I hate Halloween parties.” 

In fact, I hate Halloween parties, New Year’s Eve parties, birthday parties and all that shit. Parties with a small p are just fine, but these organized annual celebrations of infantility often turn to a shitshow, especially when family members are involved. I couldn’t see how replacing sleazy uncles with your actual bosses could be any different. And what was the plan, anyway?

“Told you…” Daniel called while still rummaging in the fridge. Meanwhile, Josh stood up and was now trying to dance with me to the music. Trying is really a very fitting word in his case, because it was like being thrown around the room by a drunk chimpanzee. 

„Dear sparrow, it won’t be just an ordinary Halloween party. I hereby invite you to our night of debauchery and incessant frolicking. Yeah, and the play, well…as Sam said, top secret.“ Josh chimed.

„Don’t you have your own acquaintances to keep you company now we’re back from tour?“ They kept informal, friendly relationships with most of the crew, and I was sure some other people from our team might be there as well, but I didn’t lie when I told That Bitch that I was trying to make amends. 

Josh finally let go of me and collapsed back on the couch. „Ah, no… sadly, there seems to be a dreadful shortage of pretty dicks that would be able to satisfy my refined taste and wild, wicked nature.“

Jake looked as if he would throw up soon. „Don’t listen to him, he’s just bluffing. He’s like a meek lamb when in a relationship.“

Yeah, Jakey, I know, but it’s cute how you both always try to convince me otherwise. 

The remark, however, didn’t throw Josh off the hinges AT ALL. hE kept the facade without even blinking. „…and while I’m still on the lookout for a daddy that would tame me, let’s have some fun in the meantime.“

„There’s no shortage of cunts, though,” I chimed in, trying not to look overly amused by his antiques. 

„Yeah, well, too bad. I’m quite picky,“ he winked at me. 

There was no point in trying to argue with him. “Ok, I’ll think about it.” I wasn’t going to. 

Until…

„You really should come.“

I thought I was the last person in the building, with all of them already gone. I was just collecting my stuff, ready to go home too, when Jake’s voice right behind my back made me jump.

„Jesus fuck! Alright. Convince me.“ I didn’t want him to.

But he did. „Ok, c’mon.“ He grabbed my hand and dragged me back to the now empty conference room, because as it turned out, we weren’t completely alone. One of the assistants just arrived to replenish the fridge. Once inside, he pinned me against the wall, grabbed my chin and skillfully proceeded to convince me with his tongue inside my mouth. And so we were mixing again! Oh well. 

„Ok, ok, I shall come,“ I said, breathless, when he finally released me. As I said, he had been hiding behind his shades most of the afternoon, so looking right into his eyes now was akin to electric shocks. Sometimes I really hate them, you know. 

„Good.“ He closed the gap between us once again and brushed his lips against mine, but much more gently this time.

No! Not good! This was exactly why I did NOT want to go! Oh well…

My initial plan was to go dressed as Mata Hari, because sometimes I enjoy being overly melodramatic AND I prefer to slut with class. I was also quite certain Josh would approve of the abundance of sparkly trinkets while Jake might appreciate the fact that they wouldn’t really cover much. 

The fuckers had other plans. Not only did Josh send a car for me, obviously to prevent me from leaving early as I had threatened to do, but the driver also handed me a box with another costume. Inside it was a rather hideous violet coverall, not much different from those Josh himself was sometimes wearing, and a pair of steampunk welding goggles. The fuck… I snatched my phone and quickly typed a message. 

S.: NO WAY!

Baggins: on comeon, its gonna be fun. and gregory is instructed to keep waiting until you get dressed. 

S: Well, in that case he’s gonna spend the night, because I’m not going anywhere wearing that.

Baggins: yes, you are. or else…

It was followed by a picture of him holding a huge hammer and standing menacingly next to a chair, to which he tied Jake’s Beloved. 

Ok, I have to admit: He made me laugh. But I wasn’t doing it. Having seen my vulnerable side made them bolder, but I’m no lily-of-the-valley. This blood red rose has thorns. While my therapist would tell you that it’s his fault, I see no fault in that. 

As if Josh was distance-reading my mind, the pic was quickly followed by another message. 

Baggins: im serious!

Yeah, he wasn’t, but I got the point. They’d do some other stupid shit eventually. To make me pay. So, 45 minutes later we arrived at the huge house which the guys were renting for the party. Previously notified by Gregory, Josh was already waiting at the door, wearing a red hawaiian shirt and a clown nose. 

“Sparrow! My dearest!” He greeted me dramatically with his arms outstretched. “You look absolutely fabulous…but where are your goggles? You totally need those!” he added after he smooched both sides of my face. The man was already high as a kite and the mixture of weed and tequila attacked my nostrils with brutal force. I wasn’t planning on drinking or smoking anything for my own sake, which only meant that they would appear even more insufferable than they usually do. It’s almost impossible to interact with inebriated Kiszkas while sober. I never understood how Danny could cope. Well, probably because he usually drank just as much. 

I took those goggles with me, just in case, but mainly to tell him that “I’m not putting those on my face, Josh!” 

“Oh no no no, these go on top of your beautiful head, darling.” He took them from me and carefully put them on. I secretly mourned the beautiful art deco headdress I left at home. Eyes or hair, I still looked like a fucking mechanic. 

“Hmmm, yes! Almost perfect. All you need is…” Without finishing the sentence, he started fumbling in his pocket until he pulled out a pink lipstick and smeared some on the top of my nose. I didn’t ask… Exasperated, I just rolled my eyes, as I was glad he finally ushered me inside because my teeth started to chatter. He didn’t even flinch, probably already too drunk to realize it was actually fucking cold outside. 

“So what’s this shit? You dressed as Sam this year? Oh-em-gee, don’t tell me I’m supposed to be you?!” I exclaimed, tugging at the hideous coverall. He just chuckled, snaked his arm around my shoulder and led me into a large living space already full of people whom I didn’t know and didn’t expect. Not your usual rock&roll party.   

“Oh no no no, nothing like that, darling. Ok, let me… where the hell is Jake…”

Yeah, speak of the devil, he just emerged from the adjoined kitchen, deep in conversation with some old geezer dressed as Charlie Chaplin. Seriously, these guys are unbelievable. You’d expect some hot bitches here. Instead, I ended up looking like Rosie the Riveter, in a room full of country crooners. However, my eyebrows shot up at the sight of Jake in an aviator jacket and a fedora hat. “Since when is your brother a fan of Indiana Jones?” Josh snickered again. I was getting really annoyed. The truth is, Indiana Jones was hardly ever completely bare chested and I don’t think his accessories ever included a red party balloon. Meanwhile, Jake spotted us and beelined towards us. He tried to appear serious, but couldn’t really fight off the cheeky smile that was creeping across his face. As he got closer, I could see that the tip of his nose was painted black. I smelled a rat. 

“You look wonderful, Bebe.” He gave me a toothy smile and tipped his head.��

“No, I don’t and you know it. I’m still waiting for an explanation, as your goofy brother refused to give me any. Why are we looking like…”. At that moment, I spotted Sam and Daniel, who looked like Belmondo in his prime except for the enormous, ginger, fake walrus mustache under his prominent nose.

However, my mouth fell open at the sight of Sam, sporting a red turtleneck, fairy wings between his shoulder blades and HUGE, yellow ski goggles, except – unlike me and mine – he really had them on. He looked like… and then it dawned on me… 

Jumping from behind Daniel, he also moved our way to greet me properly. He was literally buzzing. 

… and I ended up on the floor laughing my ass off. Not a rat. Fucking chipmunks! “Oh my god! We are! Oh god, this is fucking hilarious!” I couldn’t stop laughing, while pointing a finger at the two idiots grinning at me from above. “You’ve no idea how fucking accurate this is!” I howled while Jake took a swig of helium from the balloon he was holding. 

“Oh yes, we do!” he squeaked and held a hand for me to pull me back up. I landed right into his arms and collided with him, still wheezing, but as soon as I felt his heart beating against my boobs, the amusement was quickly replaced by another feeling – one which I wasn’t really keen on entertaining. 

I broke the embrace abruptly to say hi to the other two. 

I said I wouldn’t drink, but I really, really needed some whisky real quick. So, with Josh leading the way, we all moved our asses to the kitchen, where I could inquire a bit more about their real intentions. 

“OK baby, I admit that this is both funny and cute, but what exactly is that alleged plan of yours? Unless you enticed me here to fight against a fat tabby cat. I admit Mel looks like one, but… ” 

“We got a photobooth here, darling.” Josh explained, as if that was any explanation at all. He leaned playfully over the counter until he was mere inches away from my face and whispered: “We’re too cute. I think we need a group photo. You can even make a tiktok if you want!”

“And how is that supposed to make things better?” 

Leaning even further forward – literally splattering himself across the counter – he kissed and patted my head, making me feel like a dimwit for even asking. “Well, first, it will show that we’re not fighting. And second, it will make it pretty obvious that we do like you.” 

I let out an exasperated sigh. “Please don’t make me repeat my question.” 

The whisky was doing hardly anything for me. I needed more buzz. I raised my glass suggestively and Jake quickly got a grasp. Standing right next to me, he reached out for the bottle that stood on the counter to Josh’s right. While his pendants swung right in front of my eyes, there was that feeling again…oh dammit! Seemingly oblivious to my internal struggle, he answered while refilling my glass. 

“It’s not supposed to make things better for us, it should make things better for you.” 

Poor little chipmunks. So pretty and SO naive…More fuel to the fire. And I was sure Melissa was going to be absolutely delighted. But, against my better judgment, I let my bitchy, vengeful me take over my professional side momentarily and imagined the backlash with glee. It had a good potential to become viral and the idea filled me with malicious joy… 

Sam brought me back from my reverie… “Can you punks please hurry? I’ll need to change soon!”

“What is he changing into?” I asked Jake.

“Jesus,” he rolled his eyes. “Mary Magdalene will arrive at ten.”

The photo session turned out to be quite fun. True, it was like high school all over again, but this time with the people that I actually liked. And being too old to find the costumes cringy, we simply just enjoyed the moment. When Daniel shouted “cheese”, we all howled with laughter. Yeah, it was cool. Perhaps too cool. I was getting too drawn to them again. 

So, when it was over, I was ready to leave. When I found Josh in the kitchen to say bye, I tried to blame it on the lack of debauchery. Secretly, I was glad there was none. 

“Ok, Josh, thank you. Those photos will be perfect and it was fun and all, but you promised me some shameless shit, and all I’m getting is a kids' theme party, so unless you give me something to stay, I’m leaving.”

I expected him to be disappointed. I did not expect him to be able to do something about it. Actually, he wasn’t sad at all. There was this strange gleam in his eyes that I knew too well. 

“I was getting worried you’d never mention it. Here.” Reaching inside the same pocket in which he was hiding the lipstick, he pulled out a small, rounded remote and handed it to me. 

“What is that?”

“Just try it.” There was a sultry undertone in his voice all of the sudden, which got me intrigued. I pressed the biggest of the three buttons and watched how his lips parted just a tiny bit. Astonished, I watched his chest rise and fall as he kept looking at me intently. Oh god… Away from the music, I could hear something buzzing, although it was barely noticeable. My own eyes widened in realization. 

I pressed another button to increase the intensity and watched him squeeze his eyes shut and bite his lip to keep himself quiet, because we weren’t completely alone. What a sight. To help you imagine the whole picture, he still had the clown – I mean Dale’s – nose on. I took a step closer to whisper in his ear.

“You’re wicked, Joshua!”

Yeah…I stayed. 

“And it’s all for you…” I was sure he meant to sing it, but it came out as a strangled groan. I switched it off and took a step back, pondering over the power that I literally held in my hand.

Watching me examining the little pebble-like thing, he seemed to read my mind once again. “It’s your toy for the evening. But only if you stay, of course. It doesn’t really work long-distance.”

Can you blame me? 

I used it several times during the evening. It was fun watching him squirm during the most inconvenient moments. He even cursed me a few times, but I didn’t make the rules. It was his game and I just played it like a good girl. 

Lol, no. Not good at all. 

I must admit that despite my expectations, I was really having a good time. Sometime around midnight, Sam started absolving everyone from their sins, the Charlie Chaplin guy threw up in the ice bucket, Jake took off his aviator jacket and started jumping around the room while shouting “much better” over and over again, and unsurprisingly, Daniel really knows how to play the bongos. The rest is a blur, but nice. A few dances, a few stolen kisses from both of them, some touching…

Totally innocent, I swear. 

To tell the truth, I could feel my previous resolve crumbling with each new sip of the fiery golden liquid, and judging by how eager the two of them were to keep replenishing my glass, I think it was their mutual goal to keep me there. 

The huge main room got gradually quieter as the night grew thin, until it was just the three of us chilling on the huge couch at three-ish in the morning. Don’t ask me how that happened, because I’ve no idea. Everyone else had either gone back home or disappeared upstairs. I could feel the fatigue slowly taking over my body. I wasn’t exactly sleepy, I just felt like a rag doll. I should have been back home in my bed already, but I simply didn’t want it to end just yet. The place was now illuminated only by string lights, which only added to the tranquil atmosphere. Really festive too, almost christmasy. 

I closed my eyes for a sec, relishing in the moment of peace. My head was spinning just a bit after everything I had drunk that night (sometimes during the night, I switched to martinis), but it only added to the feeling. No one had ever done anything like that for me. 

“This is nice…”

‘This is nice’? OMG, stfu, bitch! This is not a tea party. 

But it WAS, even though neither of us could deny that there was a shitload of underlying tension in the air that made my skin prickle despite the serenity of the moment. Even that was nice. And I had missed it. 

“We were wondering…” 

“Which one of us is better?”

I slowly turned my head to the right to see Jake’s tilted profile. I expected him to continue and to kindly enlighten me what the hell they were wondering, but he kept staring at the ceiling as if he was looking out for God to materialize there.

“Uh huh, and what were you wondering, dear?”

Oh shit…

I took a deep breath first. “That’s almost impossible to tell, Jake. You’re different, each in its own specific way.”

“You sound like a kindergarten teacher.”

“Yeah, I guess, but it’s true.”

And it was. Jake seemed to have a degree in the she-comes-first studies, and by that I don’t mean just cumming. He wouldn’t be able to fall asleep without knowing that he absolutely aced it. Sometimes it turned into a game of dominance, but it almost always ended the same way. He can call you a “cock slut” or worse as part of the game, but you always know you’re being cherished. Almost as if he…no.

I think that deep down, he was a hopeless romantic. 

And Josh? He kept surprising me every day and ALWAYS made sure I was absolutely ok with everything he did, or wanted me to do. I never felt more safe in my whole life. It wasn’t always what I wanted, because I like surprises, but I knew it would make him feel bad. After a while I even realized that I needed it, which frightened me a bit.

Well, thinking about it, they actually had one thing in common. 

See, I was used to taking the things I wanted because no one ever gave me anything and I stopped expecting it a long time ago. And I just couldn’t stop thinking about all the things they had done for me recently, even though they absolutely didn’t have to. 

It made me feel things that I absolutely didn’t want to feel.

And yet it was nice…

“You know Jake, you both excel in one thing, and yet it somehow can’t be measured. Or compared.” 

“Sounds like a fucking oxymoron to me.” 

“Ok, lemme show you.”

I fumbled in my pocket for a few secs until I managed to press the right button without them knowing (ok, ok, without one of them knowing) what I was trying to do. 

The feeble buzzing sound echoed in the silence of the room – followed by a gasp on my left – and as expected, Josh automatically snuggled closer and started nuzzling my neck. 

“See?” I smiled wickedly and increased the intensity again. Josh moaned and his hand slid down to my left breast, kneading it gently. Like a good boy. Always giving back. 

“You didn’t!” Jake straightened up to get a better view of his twin.

“I absolutely did,” the said twin breathed out against my skin, giving me goosebumps.

“The whole night?”

“Focus Jake, not the point…”

“Ok, so what’s your point?”

I tilted my head a bit more to allow Josh a better access and I also cupped his growing bulge. He moaned and snuggled even closer. I turned my eyes on his brother. “What do you wanna do now, Jake?”

“Kill him, actually.” 

Josh chuckled and proceeded to attack my earlobe, nibbling at it and breathing in my ear sultrily. I kept my eyes on Jake the whole time. 

“And apart from that?” 

He moved closer without breaking eye contact and kissed me softly. I parted my lips to allow him to deepen it, but he didn’t. Just a few more teasing pecks before he whispered: “Depends on what you want?”

“Yeah, exactly,” I whispered back. “That is the point.” I had been distant since the end of the tour, and they noticed. And while they kept inquiring and teasing and flirting, they never said that they wanted anything from me. I let go of Josh completely and straightened up a bit. And I also broke the mood completely. 

“This. I want this. I really do. I missed it so much. But…the job…”

“That’s ok.”

“Are you sleepy, sparrow? We can just go to bed. I mean, there’s a separate room just for you.” Josh asked in a low voice while playing with a strand of my hair, before he stroked it in earnest. Goddamit. Seriously.

“No…I haven’t been sleeping well lately,” I answered with honesty. “I mean I am kinda tired, but not really sleepy, no.” 

Yeah, that’s right. I had the opportunity to say that we should call it a night, and I should have done that. But I didn’t want to. And they caught that. I could see them having that spooky, silent eye-to-eye dialogue again, and after a while, Josh continued. 

“You need to rest, you know. And you also told me what helps you the most. Didn’t she tell you as well, Jake?”

“Indeed, she did.”

Gulp…

“The job is fine. You’re doing a great job, actually. And Mel knows it too well. But you've been a bit stressed lately. May I?” Josh pulled at the zipper tap teasingly, just an inch, and I whimpered and nodded. Yeah… So he opened the zipper completely all the way down, with an agonizingly slow pull. 

“No bra…that’s not surprising.”

“But no panties either, Bebe? Tsk, tsk…”

I was completely sandwiched between them and once again it was making me feel dizzy. As I tilted my head back, they both attached themselves to my neck on each side. It was overwhelming in the best way possible, and a loud moan escaped my mouth and the fact that we weren’t really ‘somewhere private’ and anyone could walk in on us made it even more exhilarating. That’s what I had been dreaming of. When I actually got some sleep, that is. 

I expected them to tell me to undress, but they had other selfless plans. Jake’s hand slid down to where there were no panties while Josh set my left boob completely free and bent down to suck on my nipple. 

“Kiss me,” I whispered to Jake and he obliged with urgency and fierceness, swallowing my moans and biting my lip every time I had to catch a breath. 

But his attention was really somewhere else. Between my wet folds, to be more precise. He slid two fingers inside me and started working his magic, with his thumb running gentle circles around my clit. 

I kept my eyes closed and completely – selfishly – gave in to the feeling. 

I could feel Josh’s palm massaging my upper thigh. I could feel his mouth travel slowly up until he reached my jaw and as Jake finally broke the kiss, Josh swiftly took his place. 

I could feel Jake’s fingers curl up against my sensitive spot and I shivered. Lightheaded, as if I was high on oxygen, I felt like melting under their touch. Dripping on them. My breath hitched and I was barely aware of Jake whispering in my ear to let go. My back arched and my whole body convulsed when everything around Jake’s fingers exploded. I could feel them holding me. I could hear them praising me. I slept like a baby until lunch. But not in my room. And not alone. Oh well…

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Konoha Chronicles: Not in The House!

Naruto AU

Content: Crack fic. Just another day the the strongest Shinobi household. Naruto and Sasuke fighting, Obito getting clowned by everyone and Sasuke almost ALMOST accidentally yeeting his shoe at Madara.

[1,169 words]

      “Sasuke! Where the fuck is my underwear?!” Naruto shouted, storming down the stairs in his old, nearly falling-apart boxers. There were holes in places and threads hanging off in others.

      “Whoa, calm down, Jamal. Don’t pull out the Nine-Tails,” Kakashi called from the kitchen.

      Sasuke glared at the fuming blonde in front of him. “Why do you think I have it?”

      “Because you’re always pulling shit like this to get back at me for the stuff I do to you! Stop playing dumb and tell me where my underwear is or… or… I’ll—”

      “Or what? Use Rasengan? Bitch, please. I have the Sharingan.” Sasuke rolled his eyes.

      “Nii-san! He stole my underwear and won’t give it back!” Naruto called out to Itachi, who was trying to sleep. It was only seven in the morning, and he had just returned from a mission the night before.

      “The fuck? Naruto, get out of my room!” Itachi groaned, shooing him away.

      “You think I’m scared of my big brother? Ha.” Sasuke scoffed, though his hands trembled slightly as he sipped his water.

      “Why do you have his underwear? That’s kinda gay, no lie,” Itachi yawned, stepping out of his room in his Akatsuki-themed pajamas.

      “I swear it wasn’t me this time! I actually don’t know where his stupid underwear is! Now leave me alone!” Sasuke whined, plugging his earphones back in and dramatically flipping his hair. ‘That’s What You Get’ by Paramore playing on his phone as he sulked.

      “Anyway, what do you guys want for breakfast?” Itachi asked, rubbing his tired eyes. They took turns each morning on who was responsible for cooking.

      “Kakashi-sensei is already making it,” Naruto replied.

      “Speaking of him, tell me why I heard this dude talking to Jiraiya last night about—” Itachi furrowed his brow.

      “Woah! Hey.” Kakashi laughed nervously, signalling to shut the fuck up.

      “Icha Icha got him acting up,” Obito chimed in, stepping into the kitchen. Meanwhile, Naruto sat there, pale-faced, trying to process what the hell he just heard.

      “We need to get y’all out more. Y’all got cobwebs growing on those dicks,” Shisui muttered, entering as well.

      “Tch. lust and sexual pleasure is a waste of time,” Sasuke huffed.

      “That’s some ‘never-gotten-laid’ behavior,” Naruto quipped.

      “What about that girl with pink hair?” Obito asked, resting his elbows on the table.

      “Yeah, what’s her name again? She healed a fish, I think,” Itachi snapped his fingers, trying to recall.

      “Ayo, Kakashi, what’s her name? Aren’t you her sensei?”

      “Well, shit… I think it’s Sakura?” Kakashi scratched his head.

      “Think? You’ve been her sensei for over four years!” Shisui exclaimed. Kakashi just shrugged in response. Why the hell is Sakura catching strays? She didn’t even do anything, dawg.

      “I don’t like her,” Sasuke sighed dramatically, irritated at the thought of the girl who pestered him everyday.

      “Why not? She seems nice,” Shisui asked as everyone turned to Sasuke, waiting for his response. His slight crush on the girl was obvious to everyone but him.

      “I was literally being dragged to hell, and she was two feet away but didn’t even notice.” Sasuke cringed at the memory.

      “Fair point.” Obito nodded.

      Silence fell over the room before someone decided to ask the dumbest question ever.

      “Do you think we give off big dick energy? Like, are we intimidating?” Obito asked.

      “Bro, shut up. Like, shut the fuck up. Enough is enough,” Itachi snapped.

      “I feel like Itachi has the most big dick energy,” Naruto mused. Everyone nodded in agreement.

      “Tch. My girlfriend wouldn’t agree,” Obito said smugly, wiggling his eyebrows.

      “I heard she said you have a birthmark shaped like Mickey Mouse on your butt,” Naruto cackled.

      “Wait… deadass?” Shisui covered his mouth, trying not to laugh.

      “Keep that down! That’s private,” Obito turned red.

      “His face is redder than Sasori’s hair,” Itachi smirked, barely holding back his laughter.

      “Wait, wait—he really does! Where’s my phone?” Kakashi snickered, searching his pockets and nearly stumbling.

      “At least I’m getting some, unlike you guys,” Obito shot back, narrowing his eyes at Naruto, who had just exposed his secret.

      “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m with the baddest bitch in the village,” Naruto said, crossing his arms.

      “Megan Thee Stallion?!” Sasuke suddenly perked up.

      “Megan thee—SHE’S NOT EVEN IN THIS VILLAGE, LET ALONE THIS REALITY!” Naruto smacked Sasuke upside the head.

      “Damn it, Naruto! You ruined my hair! Do you know how long it took to style it?!” Sasuke shrieked.

      “Not as long as it took you to take a shit last week,” Naruto shot back before taking off.

      “That was a medical issue, you bitch! I swear to god, I’m going to kill you!” Sasuke chased after him.

      “That’s a lot of talk coming from someone who’s constipated—” Naruto couldn’t finish his sentence because he tripped over something—or rather, someone.

      It was Madara.

      And he had caught Naruto.

      And the shoe Sasuke had thrown at him.

      “Oh… hey, Madara Uchiha… uh… how’s it going… hehe.” Naruto stammered nervously.

      Sasuke was internally panicking, both pissed at Naruto and horrified that he had just thrown a shoe at the Madara Uchiha.

      Madara glared down at them with a scowl so terrifying that anything within a 20-mile radius seemed to wither away. Everyone froze in pure terror.

      “Pfft, you guys look like you’re about to piss yourselves. Relax, I’m not a crazy serial killer. Just a regular one.” Madara chuckled, hands on his hips and eyes closed.

      Though Madara had turned his life around and now worked as a shinobi for the village, but he still scared the absolute shit out of everyone.

      “So, what brings you here?” Shisui finally asked, exhaling in relief.

      “Just stopping by before visiting Orochimaru and Jiraiya!” Madara grinned, striking a heroic All Might pose.

      “Sorry, Madara-sensei! I didn’t mean to run into you—it was an accident! Please don’t kill me!” Naruto quickly dropped to his knees in apology.

      “Ah, it’s fine. No need to apologize.” Madara waved him off with a laugh.

      “See what you did, Sasuke? Little bitch baby,” Naruto taunted as he walked past Sasuke.

      “Me?!” Sasuke snapped, forming a Chidori in his hand.

      “WHY YOU—” Naruto immediately began weaving hand signs for a counterattack.

      “NOT IN THE HOUSE! NOT IN THE HOUSE!” Kakashi yelled, panicked.

      The two boys screamed like Super Saiyans, but before they could cause another disaster, they were stopped.

      “I DON’T HAVE ENOUGH MONEY TO PAY FOR THIS SHIT! I’m still financially recovering from replacing the last window you two broke!” Itachi scolded, physically restraining them.

      “GROUNDED. NOW. GO TO YOUR ROOMS.” Kakashi crossed his arms.

      “Okay, Mom,” Naruto muttered as he reached the top of the stairs—only to be smacked in the back of the head with a wet spatula from the sink.

      “OW!” Naruto yelped, rubbing the sore spot.

      Sasuke snickered behind him, but when Naruto turned around to retaliate, he immediately abandoned the idea upon seeing the murderous expressions of the older shinobi.

      “One of these days…” Kakashi sighed, rubbing his temples.

[pantiesandpamperssissypart2]

Shane was frankly shocked at how quickly his niece had taken to humiliating a diaper, yes, bitch like himself.

He'd known about her OnlyFans account for a year, after his wife told him about it after his niece Kaylie had confided in her. The 25-year-old daughter of his sister, Kaylie had always been a bit of a wild child, bounced between jobs, and was now trying her hand at OnlyFans.

He swore he wouldn't check it out. Swore! That would be too fucked up, even for someone like himself, a first-class pervert who only ejaculated in pissy or poop-filled Pampers, and had subjected himself to every form of humiliation known to man.

But of course a sissy can't hold out forever. So one night he took a peek. Pretty standard stuff. Pay her some bucks and she'd show her ass, pussy or tits. Great for regular men, not so great for him. Well, that and the whole niece part.

A few months later he looked again and she'd added "dick pic ratings." Hmmm. She send she'd rate your dick "but be warned if it's a shrimp dick I will laugh." Someone must have taught her some kinky tricks of the trade. Still, he resisted. That would be crossing a line, right? Send his one-inch dick pic to his niece to be mocked?

Fast-forward even more months later. And the sissy--married, living a normal man's life--had fallen into the clutches of a dominant daddy. A dominant daddy who had slowly and surely worked his way into the sissy's brain, tormenting him, humiliating him and eventually convincing Shane to send him his full name and address, and face pics of him in his Pampers. Oh-oh. Exposure? Not quite yet. But the threat hovered.

Eventually in their chats Shane revealed his niece's OnlyFans, which delighted the daddy. Weeks later his daddy wrote and said he'd been chatting with Kaylie and lo and behold had worked with her on talking to adult babies and sissy fags. "And your niece has really taken to it. She's seen how lucrative it can be humiliating Pampers pussies."

Next? You can guess. Daddy had Shane writing to his niece on OnlyFans. Submitting to her as a diaper fairy. His niece loved humiliating the sissy she knew as "Sissy Shanna." Whoa, bit too close to his real name but daddy insisted on Shane using that name.

She made him pose. Made him prance around public in diapers. Made him write humiliating phrases on his Pampers. Like Diaper Bitch. Made him cum in his diapers and eat it and eat it he did. He always told daddy about the convos.

Then, the next step.

"Okay, sissy. Time for Kaylie to get a face pic."

Nooooooo. Noooooo, daddy. Shane begged and begged. Daddy relented. "Tell youu what. You don't have to send it to her. I will."

And so daddy did. Sent Kaylie a pic of Shane in a poopy diaper. Sucking a pacifier. Wearing a pink bonnet and a bib that read "Sissy Cocksucker." Tears coming down his face added a nice touch.

Kaylie got the pic. And 30 seconds later Shane got a text from her.

That would be the end of his old manly life. Soon enough everyone in his life would know the real him. He'd be thrown out by his wife. Disowned. Fired. "But it's okay," daddy said. "You'll come live with me and my wife. She hates men and wants them all to be sissy diaper fags and I love sissy fags so you'll have a loving home. And hey, maybe we'll keep having Kaylie help with your training."

[reijamira]

The Heart Killers Episode 10: Through thick and thin (my reaction)

Uh, I’m so excited about this. Lots of stuff is going to happen. Let’s see what spoilers I caught this week:

Bison screams at Ruerat while Fadel aims a gun at him.

A lot of photos of Fadel and Bison sitting at different tables. 

Fadel and Bison all dressed up and wearing glasses! 🤓 

A sad looking scene between Fadel and Bison where Fadel hugs Bison. 

Miserable Kant at the bowling alley remembering Bison. 

Something about Fadel breaking down on Style‘s lap. Looks like he is devastated or crying. He definitely IS crying. I just saw another still. 😭😭 This scene (the last one of the episode?) is bittersweet and touching. Oh, okay, I think Fadel knows the truth about his ex now. OMG! I’m going to need this box of TISSUES for my ISSUES Joong posted on his Xitter. 

That scene with the four of them where Style assures Fadel he is all in, body and soul. 😍

Oh, help, I just saw a gif of Style in that sexy suit kicking Keen of all people! Oh lord! Love me some badass Style!

Dunk posted on his Xitter pics of Style in a vest suit with the lyrics for APOLOGIZE feat. OneDirection by Timbaland:  Now I’m sitting here and thinking what this is supposed to mean. It can’t be about the betrayal, right? That was already cleared. Is there another issue on the horizon? 

I hope I‘m strong enough to stay away from that promising FadelStyle rice scene that is P‘Jojo‘s favorite FadelStyle moment, and JoongDunk also liked it. (Yeah! Accomplished! I didn’t see any spoilers for that scene. ➡️ That is because it wasn't in EP10. 🤣) 

There is a still of Fadel tightly hugging Style, and we see Fadel’s face over Style‘s shoulder. He looks so tense and determined. Is he planning something stupid? Revenge, maybe? (No, that was just heavy-hearted Fadel realizing Style really is the one and only for him. 🫠😭)

FadelBison train a gun on Mother. 

Something about Bison appreciating Kant’s fingers. 🔥

Ooookay, I don‘t want to lose any more time. Let‘s delve into episode 10. 

Perfect! I love that these episodes all run roundabout one hour! 

Ohhh, sweet! The episode just started and I already get a dose of worried Fadel. It‘s so lovely how he cares for Style.

******SPOILER FOR THE NOVEL******

See? This is why I don’t want the brothers to go to prison like in the novel. This little separation they are planning is already enough to make me sad. Just like these four guys are sad and miserable. I couldn‘t endure the fact that Fadel and Bison have to go to prison for two years, especially knowing the horrible conditions in Thai prisons. It would destroy me. 😭

******END OF SPOILER******

Oh no, Kant and Style look like abandoned dogs. 🥺

Ahhh, beautiful KantStyle moment! I love all four of these characters so much. I wish the show were longer so that we could have more moments between all of them. 😍

I’m excited that we get to see some mission/ops action! Love Fadel and Bison planning their next hit. I’m a sucker for this kind of stuff. 🫠

Oh my lawwwwd, look at them brothers in these suits with the freaking glasses!! 🤓 Holy moly, what a look! 

I’m sorry, but am I the only one who thinks Ruerat is hot? Just like Captain Christ! I still vote for the middle-aged men BL dramas! 🤩😆

Bison is so freaking tense. He wants to go for Ruerat’s throat so bad. The way he moves his head is telling. 

Ah, yes, there it is. The attack! I love how Fadel sits back and just lets Bison handle this. He knows Bison needs to get it out of his system. 

Uhh, so NOW that Mother was accused, Fadel gets involved. This scene is so thrilling! 😃 This is the scene from the spoiler. 😍 Great! 

Whoa! I wouldn’t have thought Mother herself used to be a hitwoman. 

Lol, Ruerat, spitting on the ground. What a dramatic bitch? 😂

Damn, this scene between Fadel and Bison is so intense and emotional, I completely destroyed my nest of pillows. 😂

Geez, the way both their eyes are full of unshed tears. Bison’s hot fire rage and Fadel’s cool, icy one. I love how Fadel tries to keep his cool. Gosh, the way Bison just explodes. So much PAIN! Imagine what they just learned. A life full of lies and deceit. This is so heartbreaking. Omg! Now, Fadel is crying, too! I can’t. 😭 The hug is much needed. 

Oh, if Kant and Style only knew how much comfort their boyfriends need at the moment. Uh. I love how they both share their misery with each other. More KantStyle moments, please! They are so rare and so precious.

So, Fadel and Biron really offed Ruerat? I can’t stand Mother. She is so false!

The spider tattoo! 

SO, IT WAS KEEN WHO SHOT STYLE! 🫵🏻 I knew it! 

Oh, the wheels are turning in Fadel’s mind. He is so perceptive. 

I love how Mother places herself in front of the photo of Ruerat’s body. I’m laughing maniacally on the inside. Is this foreshadowing that she meets a similar end? 

I hope it is. 

Keen, better get the hell out of there while you still can. I’m curious what he will do. Maybe he will sacrifice himself? I feel like he will die at the end. 

Babe is such a darling! Giving his big brother a pep talk. 

This is the miserable Kant scene at the bowling alley. My god, what a beautiful song choice. 

Oh man, the way Bison so effortlessly jumps on Kant. 😍🫠🤩 Bison looks really good in that position on Kant's body. 🫠

Oh, there is the real Bison! Kant! Yes, pursue! 

Bison looks so cute with his little black hat. Oh, Kant got hurt a bit. My hurt/comfort sense is tingling. First, that little protective Bison scene, now wound dressing. 🤩

Yes, train Kant! He can be helpful! And by god, share your pain with Kant. Don’t keep it to yourself. 

It’s so heartbreaking that all Bison ever wanted is to be genuinely loved. And here is Kant who does that. 😍 I hope they will find happiness! 

Uh, Style looks so good in his white tank top! 😍🫠 

Hahaha, what is that, Fadel? Secretly loitering around your boyfriend’s place. 

Oh Jesus, I would have screamed if someone had pulled that move on me. 😂😭

Love how Fadel admits he can’t stop thinking about Style. And he worries about the wound again. 🫠 

Oh, Style! My sweet boy! He is so wholesome! Worrying about Fadel hurts him more than being shot. Aww, baby! 🥰 Yes, tell him! Fadel should take your feelings seriously. 

The “I don’t want to lose you” scene, ladies and gentlemen! I’m melting. So wonderful! 

Lol, Fadel is going through three different stages of torment and pain. 😂 He just can’t say no to Style. 😄

Ah, the “I’m all in” scene from my trip into spoiler land. Even Kant and Bison can’t hold back their smiles. 

Style is simply the best! 

“Your life is as important to me as my own.” Seriously, Style is loyal and in love to a fault. I love the way Fadel reacts to these declarations. Always so taken aback. He can’t believe them to be true even though, deep down, he knows they are. He loves to hear them. Needs the reassurance. All because he was hurt once by his ex. 

Love the scene where they stack hands. And of course, Fadel has to be asked twice. It’s a habit. 😂

Gods. I love this found family trope! Can’t they all just be happy together now? 

The black hat is back again. 😍 And Kant taking Fadel’s place as the voice of reason is so funny. They are so alike. 

Love how Bison can’t resist flirting on the job. Let’s see how Fadel will be faring. After all, Style will be in a vest suit, looking all hot. 

Lol, Fadel and Style are so funny. What is this? 🤣

Fadel about Keen: “We never really care about him.” Poor guy, I think he knows that. 

OMG! Our pure soul Style thinks the same! 

Lol, how fast Style changes his mind now that he knows Keen shot him. 😂😂 What a diva! 

Uh, Fadel’s neck grab! 😍

Gosh, this is all so hilarious! I need for them all to team up on missions. It’s great comedy. 😂 

What is Kant’s plan? And now Style also has a plan. 😂 

So, this is Kant meeting Mother. 😂 Puppy dog eyes full-on out. I bet even Mother can’t resist them. Ohhh, she can!! She has no heart. LOL but Kant is a stubborn puppy that won’t listen. 😂

If looks could kill. Lol, Mother really has a death glare. 

Hahaha, the background music when Bison sees Kant showing that lady where to put her leg. 😂😂 lol TONKHAO? Is this a reference to Khao? 😂 (I read on Xitter that Khaotung’s sister is called Tonkhao. 😆)

Kant really towers over these ladies. He is so huge! 😂

Mother doesn’t buy it.

Ohhhh, the vest suit really looks fantastic on Style! The first time I saw it, I thought he looked like Kamin. 

Uhh, okay, I didn’t see that coming. But we all know that Keen is not good at being a hitman, right?

I’m laughing how Kant plays boy toy for that lady. 😂😂

“Make sure your friends are handsome!” — “All my friends are, ma’am.” 😂😂😆 Yes, they are. 

Oh noes, Style is already kneeling on the ground. 😱

A shocking revelation to Keen. Has he never had any doubts about Mother?

Oh my lord! INTENSE! Style! OMFG! That move is straight out of an action movie! You really have some guts! Protect Fadel! 😍🫠

Lord, both of them with the guns. So hot. Now the roles are reversed. 

“I have something to tell you.” 

Jesus, no! I know what’s coming! 

OH NO! 

I knew it from the start. It was a hit, and Fadel’s ex is dead. Poor soul never left Fadel willingly. 

😭😭😭😭 

God, how much shit has Fadel to deal with? I feel for him so much. 

LMFAO! That kick from Style is so satisfying! 

So, they have a hostage now. 

I wonder how the elusive rice scene fits into this episode? Could it be that this scene isn’t in episode 10? The mood is much too sad for something spicy.

Bison found the necklace! No idea how he did that, but it’s back! That is so sweet! 🫠😃

I just realized they are at the same pool where Fadel took Style to after he chloroformed him. 

I’m pretty sure there is no spicy rice scene in EP10. Fadel will have his breakdown next. Oh my, I need my box of tissues. 

I love how Bison wants to reenact the car scene from Titanic. 😍😂🔥 They even mentioned the theory that Jack would have fit on that piece of wood. 🤣 I love this show so much! 

There is the finger whorshipping. 😍🫠 So romantic! 

Holy moly, that escalated quickly! What a passionate kiss! 🤩😍👏

I am not ready for this final scene. Help! Tissue at the ready. 

Fadel has been hurt so often and so deeply. 😭😭 

Oh, Style, you wonderful human being. Wiping one of Fadel’s tears away. Such a sweet and caring gesture. 🫠🥹

I can’t see this man cry! The tears are coming to me, too, now. 😭

He is so vulnerable here and so open. It’s beautiful. But it also breaks my heart. 

My heart is so heavy for Fadel. He blames himself. Oh my gooodddd. 

One tissue isn’t enough. 😭😭😭

Style is so sweet and so right. It wasn’t Fadel’s fault. 

“Please just leave me.” 

Noooooooooooooo. *Ugly crying.* I can’t! This is too much! Fadel’s vulnerability is killing me. His pain and anguish. All so raw. Omg!

Style, you are so sweet and precious with your words! I was clutching my chest the whole time. I’m so deeply touched by that scene. The forehead kiss, the soft kiss on the lips, the gentle way Style holds Fadel’s face and wipes his tears, the tight embrace and the way he strokes Fadel’s head. Soooo caring and loving and BEAUTIFUL! That fitting song, too. “Let it all out on me.” Ohhh, my! From the still I saw before I watched this episode, I thought Fadel was planning something. But that look he has is all because he mourns his ex, he is devastated about the situation, and he realizes Style is the one for him. He is his man! 😭🥹🥺😍🫠 

Lord above, what a stunning episode! How will I ever live on without my THK Wednesdays? 😭😭

Next week, EP11:

What the hell!

Confrontation with Mother! 

Captain Christ resurfaces. Shit! NO PRISON, okay!?! Eh, Kant, what are you asking of the Captain? A deal that grants them immunity? Please! 👏🙏 We’ve all seen that separation makes them miserable. No prison! 

A cut? Now Style’s dad is suggesting a marriage!!!! So many hints in this direction, I want it so bad! A double wedding, if you please! 🙏 

Ohhhh, Kant is proposing! He is PROPOSING! 

What about Fadel and Style? 

Marriage proposal, the second? 

Aaand that spicy rice scene probably will be in the next episode or the one after that. 

I hope nothing bad happens in these last two episodes! 

NO PRISON! 

NO SEPARATION!