#shut up kiz

[inklizard]

listen i do think trump is way too much of a baby bitch coward to ever get near a debate stage with harris but by god no one on EARTH understands how much i want to see career criminal donald trump debate former district attorney kamala harris. wwe smackdown style.

[k-kizkhalifa]

Kiz, what is wip? Can we expect more Draco or Drarry?

I assume you were asking for a WIP? This one here is Drarry related. Been working on it for a little while. So, eh, here we go:

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“Fuck, Potter.” Draco growled, throwing his broom across the Slytherin locker room, “I can’t stand his stupid fucking face and those fucking green eyes, and his shitty fucking hair!” 

“Yeah, I can tell.” Blaise said dryly, rolling his eyes, as he slipped his jumper over his head. 

“I mean, did you see him?” Draco yelled, his face pink at the image that came to his mind. Stupid fucking Potter and his beau-- NO! He blinked, jerking back. No, I worked through this. It was just a childhood crush. We’re adults now. I’m an adult. Fuck him, who cares if he acts like an adult. I act like an adult. 

Blaise was talking, Draco realized as he focused on the here-and-now. “Anyway, it’s not like, y’know... Draco we don’t get anything out of playing. It wouldn’t matter if we played or not.” 

Draco stared at Blaise, “what did you just say to me?” 

Blaise rolled his eyes, “Draco, mate, you want to play we’ll play, but, also, if you didn’t want to. That’d be fine.” 

“I--.” Draco stared at his best friend, “I mean, yeah, of course.” He nodded, pushing a hand through his blonde hair, and sighed, “whatever. It doesn’t matter to me.” 

Blaise snorted and Draco narrowed his eyes, “I mean, Draco, it seems like it matters.”

“Oh, piss off Zabini!” Draco threw his hands up, annoyed. Why the fuck am I so bent out of shape about this?! 

Blaise smirked, taking a step closer to his friend, tilting his head as he watched the flush on his cheeks fading, “more than a childhood crush, Draco?” 

Draco narrowed his eyes, jerking his uniform pants down to change, “I’ll end you.” 

“Will you?” Blaise taunted, “stupid fucking Pott--!” His taunt fell off, when the man they had been discussing was there. Standing there. Right there. “Uh, Potter?” 

Draco jerked his head to where Blaise was staring, and his eyes grew wide. I’m going to kill him. I am going to fucking kill him. Both of them. 

Harry was holding something in his hand, a smile playing at his lips, “discuss me in the locker room, often, boys?” 

Blaise laughed, quickly stopping when Draco narrowed his eyes at him, before he turned away from both of them and grabbed his clothing from the locker. “Did you need something in particular, or just spying on us, Potter?” 

“Ah,” Harry still had a laugh in his voice that made Draco’s teeth grit. “I was actually bringing this by,” he held up a paper, “but, like you said, it’s not like we get anything out of playing this year. Just for fun, and all that.” 

Draco could have stopped breathing, fuck. Fuck. FUCK. FUCK! How much did he hear?

Blaise moved from beside Draco, and the blonde assumed he was going to get whatever it was Harry was holding as he stuffed his legs into his jeans. “Oh, a schedule.” 

“You all ran off before I could give them to you,” Harry was saying and Draco fought the urge to look over his shoulder at him. “Anyway, if you decide not to play, just toss it.” 

“Right,” Blaise was nodding, and reaching towards Draco. Who took the paper, threw it into the open locker, before slamming it shut without a word. “You’ll have to forgive, Malfoy, here. He’s in a foul mood.” Blaise was teasing him, and Draco let out a quiet hum as he sat down and pulled his shoes on. 

“I’ve gathered, shame.” Harry answered, and Draco blew out a breath. “So, anyway, I was curious,” Draco tied his shoes, then he sat up on the bench, listening to Harry continue, “we’re going for a pint, want to join?” 

“Yes!” Blaise said excitedly, agreeing quickly, “let me just grab my jacket.” He was in his locker again, grabbing his jacket and wand. 

Draco looked at Blaise, watching him, no we are not going with stupid fucking Potter to get a drink. Blaise looked at Draco, catching his look, then he rolled his eyes, “apparently we’re not interested.” He said, pulling his jacket on anyway, “maybe another time,” he added to Harry. 

“I’m just too stupid, huh?” Harry chuckled, his eyes on Draco, who still remained quiet, and jerked his uniform top over his head. Harry’s eyes widened at the sight, Draco had scars across his back, all over, like he had been sliced by thousands of little knives. Harry swallowed roughly, the memory from just two years ago coming to his mind. 

Draco pulled his jumper on, opened his locker door again to throw his uniform top inside. He took his wand, in his hand, and turned to Blaise, “ready?” 

Blaise was nodding, “have one for me tonight, Potter!” 

“Oh, right,” Harry recovered, nodding, his eyes trailing from Blaise back to Draco who was making it a point not to look at him. “Malfoy?” 

“Potter.” Draco answered, without looking at him, walking past Blaise and towards the door. He took a step to the left to avoid being close to Harry. Stupid fucking Potter, and his stupid fucking Quidditch schedule, and his stupid fucking laugh, he thought as he walked past him, Blaise was close behind and as soon as they were out of the locker room Draco shot a glare at Blaise, “I’m going to kill you.” 

Blaise laughed, waving off his attitude, “you’ll survive, Malfoy, and you can go back to ignoring him like you don’t have a crush on him. You did a pretty good job in there, while he was trying everything under the sun to get a single fucking word from you.”

Draco tutted, “fuck Potter!” He snapped, marching off ahead of Blaise, who was shaking his head at his best friend. 

“I know you'd love to Malfoy!” Blaise called to his back, jogging to catch up with him. 

Harry stood there in the tunnel, watching as Draco stormed off, and Blaise followed after him laughing, he smiled to himself and shook his head. Draco Malfoy, he thought, turning the other way and heading towards the group that was waiting for him. He could see it in his mind, the way Draco had flushed when he was ranting about him. Hearing Blaise tease him about how'd he'd like to fuck him... He let out a quiet sigh, frowning to himself, it'll never happen, he hates me more than he likes me, Harry reasoned as the reality set in. 

“Alright, mate?” Ron asked as Harry approached them. 

“Oh, yeah, let’s go.” 

“No, Zabini or Malfoy?” Neville asked, looking behind Harry. 

“No, other plans.” Harry grinned, clapping Neville on the shoulder, “c'mon, we should be a little respectful of curfew, I guess.” Neville chuckled, leading them away from the school.

[angsty-prompt-hole]

Incorrect Quotes Tag

Tagged by @toribookworm22 over on my main.

So, I LOVE and go completely insane for incorrect quotes, so I have a whole channel in my Discord server dedicated to them. I'll only pick some of the highlights, but I do constantly come up with more incorrect quotes for my characters.

I'm leaving this as an open tag!

For the Dresden Crew:

Carter: I have a solution!

Kira: Oh thank god.

Carter: It involves fire.

Kira: Absolutely not.

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Emily: traps a wasp under a cup

Pickle: sets down two more cups

Emily: Please no-

Pickle: starts shuffling the cups

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Carter, watching Pickle and Kira: Two wrongs don't make a right, but two stupid bitches might make a genius.

Haven-centric ones because she's Blorbo Supreme:

Haven: You should be addicted to shutting the fuck up.

Kiz: You want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid.

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Haven: It's all over.

Kiz: Let's have sex.

Haven: And I thought the end of the world couldn't get any worse.

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Liam: does something stupid

Haven: God, and I'm going to sleep with him.

Fred: You don't have to, you know.

Haven: No, I'm gonna.

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Fred: Kill them with kindness.

Haven: Kill them with murder.

Fred: No.

[pinchserveprince]

Kagehina is my religion

[another-star-eyed-kid]

eurydice: i swallow glass just to stay pure

orpheus: if you put my name and your name together you get may-o-nnaise. also please don’t swalllow glass

[ventingblacklist]

They dont actually give a crap about the agreement. 1x21 proved that. And the whole task force could have been indicted in season four.

Fowler was able to unilaterally shut it down.

[artsninspo]

PULSE - Part II: Pulse

PART I | PART II | PART III

“Elle!” Kizzy’s voice says banging on the door. “Come on, it’s jerk fest. Lets get you ready!” Kiz continues. Anywhere else she would have ran to the door as a courtesy to her neighbours but here theres no need. “Look at you, such a princess” Kiz laughs looking at Elle in her white robe and hair in a matching towel, both monogrammed with silver thread. She’d been like that since she was a child. Disney overload and too much time gawking at her GG’s glamour. Kiz’s upbringing was different though they were close as children. Her mom the lawyer and her father the sports star turned cultural museum curator.

“I don’t like being called princess all of a sudden” Elle responds, shaking her head to rid herself of the Mr. Asshole memory and opting to share it with Kizzy.

“Sorry, excuse me, he did what?” Kizzy asks Elle with wide eyes. Elle had contemplated telling her hot headed cousins the truth. Ultimately, she decided she’d be honest - just in case Mr. Asshole was crazy enough to do more than talk to her crazy.

“Kiz, I wish I was exaggerating.” Elle shrugs and Kizzy’s eyes close - she bursts into laughter the complete opposite reaction than Elle had expected. She shakes her head as tears come to her eyes and she holds her stomach continuing to crack up.

Has she lost it?

“Kiz?” Elle reasons and the laughter subsides as Kiz turns to her cousin shaking her head.

“So we have this thing about outsiders. Every so often some brave person comes in, sometimes its curiosity, sometimes its investors paying people to feel the pulse of the city and infiltrate whats ours. Gentrify us, divide us more than we already are, cause problems. I’m not saying he doesn’t have home girls or bail money but it sounds like a scare tactic to me” Kiz smiles and Elle sits back.

How fucking weird is this place?

It did make perfect sense, shed grown up around political figures and destabilization and inflation were two elements that successfully promoted gentrification and erasure. Everything here was visibly black owned and operated. Everything unapologetically black.

“I mean it makes sense, I guess” Elle shrugs not completely sure what to make of things yet.

“Why else would a straight man be rude instead of trying to get in your pants Ellie, come on.”

“I don’t know Kiz. But add him being an asshole in as well because he did toss a man down the stairs and he’s gives off leave me alone vibes, he was even rude to the women. I’m not getting special treatment”

Kizz smiles at her cousins naiveté “You’re always getting special treatment princess. GG Jillian wouldn’t expect anything less from her girls”

The nostalgia of the past made things easier, there was distance and familiarity. They could be the versions of themselves that made them most happy around each other without judgement. Unlike everyone else Kizzy never pried.

…

The festival was everything to Elle, she couldn’t stop smiling. It felt like summer at the family house, the music, the cooked food, the people dancing and having a good time. She couldn’t remember the last time she laughed so much. Uncle Kell got plastered and her legs were sore from all the dancing. A woman with the look that accompanies leaving Mr. Assholes room passes her on her way out.

Pig

Every few days there seemed to be a new face mixed into his rotation of woman that clearly kept coming back to get screwed by a man with a bad attitude.

On cue Mr. Asshole himself emerges from the stairs below holding two laundry baskets. Elle had come to recognize dark denim a black tee and his gold chain as his uniform. She continued up the stairs without an acknowledgement reaching in her purse to get her keys before turning back to him.

“I’m not here to get the pulse of the city or change it by the way. In case thats what was fuelling your bad attitude” Elle comments. A knock at the front door interrupts her. They turn in unison before Mr. Asshole jogs down to give the person a look.

“Black, whats up” the man says respectfully. “I was coming to introduce myself to that lady but if she’s yours-“ Black shuts the door in the mans face before he can continue, showing off his glowing personality. The man takes it as his cue to leave and Elle turns continuing up the stairs with her keys in hand.

“That was nice of you” Elle comments sarcastically.

“It’s a scam, lip service leads to you coming home to an empty apartment. Whole neighbourhood sees the deliveries, your movers talk a lot too” Black comments making her feel stupid again with his unimpressed expression and exasperation.

He thinks I’m an idiot.

“Thanks for caring” Elle gives an amused and dismissive smile to get under his skin. It works.

“Don’t feel special. You call the cops, and it’s in my interest to keep them out of here. Your shit is fine” he points to her apartment before pushing the door open to his.

“Then I’m lucky to have you here” she smiles killing him with kindness and he smirks shaking his head.

“Tell whoever told you about pulse that you need a bodyguard or a babysitter cause your attitude is going to get you in trouble.” Black comments leaning in his doorway and looking her over. He seemed most alien of all to Elle. He’s handsome, doing well enough for himself has women and respect - why’s he so mean?

“Anything else?” She asks with a nice nasty tone - he smiles again. Its perfect as he shakes his head.

“Nah, you’re crazy. You’ll be just fine” he comments.

Elle nods the animosity slightly lessened between them. “Goodnight..” She trails wanting a name.

“People 'round here call be Black. Satisfactory Elle Blake?” He says giving her goosebumps as he leans in the doorway with he same cool expression. Her surprise gives him some satisfaction. “This is my world sweetheart” he patronizes.

“Hmm” Elle smiles. “Never cared enough to look you up” she comments turning the tables and heading into her apartment. Honestly, she didn’t hate him. Elle could tell he was dangerous but she also knew he wasn’t the kind of loose cannon maniac that she needed to actively fear. He’d fuck with her but he wouldn’t physically harm her - especially just because of her smart mouth. No matter how prissy anyone thought she was - Elle Blake would never be anyones bitch.

_____

Elle couldn’t be sure about what she was hearing. Flipping up her sleep back and removing her ear plugs the sounds only grew louder. A fire alarm and knocking at her door.

Shit.

“I’m up, I’m coming” she shouts grabbing her most prized possessions and pulling on her robe locking her door and running out in her house shoes.

“Fuck” she muttered once she was outside and could see the firefighters and made a mental checklist of all the things that were still inside. The air tastes like ask and everyone is looking upwards at the house spouting water. Elle texts Kizz to let her know she’s alright even though its three in the morning.

“Everyone is out safe” A man says by the looks of him he’s the super.

“The structural engineer won’t be in for another two hours” A firefighter says and Elle groans looking around at the people around her who have found spots to get comfortable.

“Busses are on their way to keep them comfortable” another firefighter says as Elle surveys the crows finding Black in no time at all.

“Hey, wheres the nearest safe hotel?” She asks holding her bag. “I’d love to do the back and forth thing with you right now but I’m a raging bitch if I don’t get enough sleep.” She sighs.

“Why hotel?” He asks more alert.

“Heard they have to wait for the okay from the structural engineer and it’ll take two hours” Elle reasons.

“Fuck outta here” Black says heading towards the super. “Wheres the damage?” He asks.

“Kitchen on the eight floor” the super says and Black gives Elle a look that says fuck this heading back inside the apartment. She follows and no one stops them.

I guess the bad attitude ain’t so bad.

Is her last conscious thought before she falls back to sleep.

________

TAGS: @bugngiz @lifelover4u @l-auteuse @notsomellowmushroom

[askthedustbowl]

anon from last time i just had to: baby jortspheus, but full denim. i’m talking a seven year old orpheus with jorts, a denim button up, a denim jacket ten sizes too big because it’s hermes’, and a denim hat one of the muses got him one time. i’m not sorry in the slightest. jortspheus is valid

hey kiz? shut up

[grimimic-blog]

The story I made for the game collaboration between me and https://urg-urg-urg.tumblr.com/

Halloween 12 all-stars at the Olympic games team racing, featuring Dante from the Devil May Cry series and Knuckles

AKA A huge Hallows eve!

It was no secret to feyfolk that humans were boring. Nearly void of magic, Nowhere near as attractive as elves, all they ever wanted to talk about was taxes and back pain, and even a starving hill ogre wouldn't eat one because they tasted so awful! Truly the worst species on the planet, but something Gong had overheard earlier in the week while visiting a human tavern had caught the little goblins ears. Human holidays were strange and foreign to many feyfolk. It didn't make much sense to pick an arbitrary day to be wear green and binge drink to Gong. She already did that just about everyday, but this "Halloween" had her full attention. "Fizzy hurry up I don't want to miss all the free shit!" Gong yelled in the direction of her closet. A light thump and some obscured insults preceding the purple fairy fluttering from behind the corner. "Hey you're the one that said we had to "Dress up to get free candy"! I'm just trying to make sure I look good. What happens if I meet a hot guy while we're out!?" "Don't kid yourself Fizz, we both know if you set yourself up for failure you're just going to get drunk and crawl in bed with me again after I fall asleep." "S-shut up! That was one time and I was because I was cold! Just get in here and help pick out something for us to wear!"

the girl's shared closet was surprisingly spacious, but that had a lot to do with all small the girls were themselves. Outfits lined the walls, Hanging from hooks and sitting neatly folded on shelves, but where soon to be scattered on the floor as their owners tried to find the perfect style for the nights festivities. A pair of cocktail dress's that happened to be the nicest thing either of them had ever pull from a dumpster, Some comfy pajamas, A pair of thigh high boots that were actually just regular boots on a normal sized person, and an invisibility cloak that made itself invisible when worn rather than the subject wearing it all lay in a pile on the ground before the girls had picked their outfits for the night. A simple cloth vest skirt combo for Gong, and a long silken dress for Fizzy.

The streets were dimly lit by orange glow of nearby lamp posts. The sounds of screaming children dressed in caricatures costumes of feyfolk that Fizzy and Gong would have found rather insulting if either of them had focused on anything other than their fantasies of what an entire night of free candy would be like. A fantasy that was about to be rudely interrupted by what appeared to be two disheveled, and slightly bloated werecats with plastic ears and tails. "Aayyyy whha-WHAT are you kiz gona do wihou a canny bags!!" Asked the first woman at a volume louder than needed. "Ignore her please. She's had a little too much partying tonight" Said the second stranger, as her friend finished the liquor bottle she was holding. Popping the strained button on her small shorts in the process. "Naht the only one am I!" her overly intoxicated friend replied before giving her soberish friend a hardy slap to the gut that sent the small mound into a sloshing fit. "Alright you're going to home to bed! Stop bothering these Girls."  She said before both werecates walked off into the night. "Gong. That woman said something about a candy bag. All of these kids have candy bags! You didn't say anything about needing bags to get free candy!" "Relax Fizz. The bags can't be that important right? Even if they are we could totally kick the crap out of one of these kids, they're only like five years old, and I brought my brass knuckles." "Fine whatever. I still think there's got to be some kind of catch. No one give things away without making you pay for it". The first house of the night was an unremarkable little thing painted white with green shutters. On the porch sat an older looking man dressed as some sort of vampire farmer who called out to the mas they approached. "Ohh aren't you a cute one! What are you supposed to be one of those pocketmans?" "I'm a goblin, and my friend is a fairy" Gong replied. "Oh you kids and your youth! Here you go. A candy corn on the cob for you, and one for you're little birdy there too".

"Now I know why we needed bags" Sneered Fizz as she crammed another head-sized piece of candy corn into her mouth.  The purple sprite's middle  pushing more, and more outward with each swallow. "We'll be fine." Replied Gong. "We can just eat whatever candy we get as we're walking. It's not like every human is going to give out weird stuff like this right?" "Yeah, yeah. Just make sure you spit everything with me fifty fifty alright?" You're like a fifth of my size Fizz! it already looks like you swallowed a tennis ball, and I don't plan on rolling your fat butt all the way home!" "you're one to talk. I'm pretty sure I heard you pop a seam a few minuets ago." The purple pixie punctuated her point with a firm slap to her companions rounded belly. The girl's conversation was cut abruptly short when Gong nearly tripped over the steps leading to the second house of the night. A modest purple building decorated in little ghosts and uncarved pumpkins. The two girls were about to knock when the door burst open and a particularity unspooky spirit stepped out. "Hey there kiddos! You two sure are in for a treat!" Piped the cheery little ghost. "Dude we're like 26" Replied the deadpan Fizzy. "That's alright! You girls can still have a taste of what's under my sheet!" "I'm calling the cops." "My apple pies are famous around here, but not very good for Halloween; Until this year anyway! I've combined apple pie and caramel apples into the ultimate confection!" Cheered the man in the ghost costume as he pulled two caramel covered disks on sticks from under his sheet, and handed them over.

"These are pretty good you know?" Gong said with her mouth still half full. "Kind of hard to eat, but still good". If Fizzy had been listening she didn't or more likely couldn't answer, but being submerged in a pie near the size of your whole body will do that. The difficulty of trying to carry and eat an entire pie on nothing but a cheap craft stick had forced the short sweeties to rest at a picnic table not far down the street. Each bite forced Gong's belly out farther and farther. Straining her clothes, and forcing her legs apart to make room for it's gravid shape. By the time the last bite of thick caramel and flaky apple pie passed her lips the green girl could have easily been mistaken for some near the end of pregnancy; But goblins may as well have been giants compared to fairies, and the effects of the confection were far more pronounced on Fizzy. The candy corn had already left her more than a little bloated, but as the purple pixie slowly ate her way past the hard caramel shell and into the center of the apple pie her belly had ballooned to dramatic levels. Her clothing stood no chance of containing the beast known as the faerie's gut. She laid prone in the pie tin on her basketball of a belly, naked from the waist down, trying with all her might to force any crumb withing reach into her mouth. "Uhh Fizzy any particular reason you aren't wearing underpants?" "Were you not paying attention earlier? What If I meet a stud while we're out? Panties would only get in the way." "Oh right. I forgot that purple balloons were every man's dream girl." Snided Gong. "Anyway, let's get going. the night isn't over yet, and we've got houses to hit."

Gong rang the doorbell of the third house. clutching her heavy, heaving tummy. If she let go her balance was at risk, and the mental image of an watermelon explosion was one she had to shake away more than a few times. The trudge to the third house was made that much longer by her slow, exaggerated, waddling. Each step a miniature battle with her own full tummy. A purple blimp of a pixie bobbing and swayed as she floated behind her. Her own belly nearly scraping on the ground  until a flurry of flapping wins sent her back into the air. The door creaked open. A green sheet that looked distinctively like the ghosts from the earlyer houses poked it's head out the door, googly eyes bouncing wildly. "Who daressss enter the lair of the sneeeeeek?" Hissed the man in very ghost looking "snake" costume. "Nice costume... Dig the color." Gong weezed between breaths. Carrying the extra weight of her turgid gut had left more tired than she realized. "Thankssss friend! I made it myssssself!" Fizzy who's wings were already tired of holding her massive body in air chose to interrupt the two green revelers conversation. "Trick or treat! Now just give us whatever weird candy you've got back there and let us go". If plastic googly eyes could look confused the snake would have looked shockingly bewildered. "There's no weird candy here friends. Just some gummies I'm afraid." Fizz and Gong let out a collective sigh of relief, but apparently it had been too soon as seconds later both of them were nearly knocked over by the enormous gelatinous treats tossed to them by the man in the snake costume. An impressive feat seeing as the costume possessed no arms. "There you go girls, gummy pythons! Hope they're good, I made them myself!"

Bit by chewy bit the gelatinous reptiles were forced into the already packed stomachs of the minuscule monsters as they approached the fourth, and last house on the street. "Ugghh... I swear he must have used a real snake to make molds for these" Fizzy groaned. "I can see the scale prints". "How are we supposed to eat these anyway! One of these is as long as my whole body!" Gong added. "You just gotta slurp it down girl! You've had boyfriends before haven't you?" Fizzy punctuated her insult by taking a large  gulp from the tail end of her gummy snake. "Hey Fizz maybe you should be more careful? You might choke....Or explode." Gong said between bites of her own sugary treat. "you're already looking kinda fat honestly. I was only kidding about the whole rolling you home thing earlier... Are you listening Fizz?" Fizzy unfortunately was not listening as she was far too preoccupied with choking on the massive sugar serpent that currently clogging her windpipe. "Oh my Gods Fizz! Don't worry I-I'll help you! Don't die!" Gong tried every idea she could think of but Fizzy's tiny body made the Heimlich impossible, and the gummy was wedged far too deep in the fairie's bulbous tummy to be dislodged by pulling on it. "Ok. Ok. Think Gong. You can do this." The Goblin muttered to her self, voice seeped in panic. "Ohh I really sorry about this Fizzy. Just hold on I've got another idea." Fizzy wasn't even given a chance to reply before Gong seized the end of the gummy snake and pushed it deeper into her gullet. Slowly the candy serpent was forced into the faerie's stomach. The already strained clothing stretched thinner as seams and stitches popped one by one. Both girls silently hoping they wouldn't be joining them in a similar fashion. As the last of the gummy was crammed down her throat Fizzy fell to the ground. Wings no longer able to lift her boulder of a belly. The impact being the final straw for her poor clothing before the tortured garment released its death knell as it torn to shreds. Fizzy was now nude, and grounded by a belly several times larger than her own body, but she was alive, and the sugary serpent was finally slain. "Oh-oh hell Gong! I though I was gonna die!" Fizzy wheezed out between gasping breaths. "do you still want to go to the next house, or should just head home, so you can rest?" Asked Gong. "No no I still want to keep going. There's only one house left on this street, but I...." "But what? "Do you feel sick? Did you hurt yourself?" Gong's voice was beginning to take on it's previous worried tone. "I can't move... My belly is too heavy..." "I told you this was going to happen! Splitting everything fifty fifty was a stupid idea from the start." "Well we wouldn't have had to eat everything while walking if SOMEONE had remember to bring treat bags!" "Fine I'll carry your fat butt around until we get home! Just let me finish my own gummy first." "I'm not fat. I'm full. there's a difference." The fairy mumbled to herself, as her friend resumed eating the candy snake hanging from around her neck. Choosing to take bites proved to be a much better strategy on Gong's part than swallowing the entire sucrose reptile whole, but it was also much slower. Bite after bite the gummy shrank, and Gong's belly grew. The fabric of her clothing pulled tighter and tighter, threatening to tear any second and leave her as exposed as her purple companion. As the last bit of gummy passed her green lips, Gong took notice of the effects it had on her stomach. The gigantic green orb had ballooned to the size of roughly half her body. Cramming it full with a gummy almost the same length as the goblin was tall may have been a bad idea. No it DEFIANTLY was a bad idea, but there was no way Gong would ever waste free candy!

"Ohh hell... This. This is heavy." "see not so easy is it!" Chided the bloated fairy. Her smirk would have left much more of an impact if not for her own leviathan middle. Gong struggled to lift her huge friend into her arms. A slip of her hand eliciting a sharp gasp from the massive Fizzy. "Watch where you grabbing Gong!" "Ha ha. Whoops." Gong responded. Her face red with embarrassment, as she finally succeeded in hoisting Fizzy over her head, and started the long trudge down the street.

Thud, creak,  thud, creak. Heavy footsteps pounded against aged wood. The combined weight of the two girls was less than that of a large human, but that didn't stop Gong from having a miniature panic attack as each step groaned in their wake. She laid Fizzy down near the doorstep, making sure the overstuffed fairy wouldn't tip over, and rang the bell. Inside the house hurried footsteps responded to the noise. "Like just a sec! I Need *hic* to get my costume on!" For a moment they considered walking away. Cutting their losses and going home unexploded was by no means a bad idea, but as the door swung open, and and the smell of sugary treats floated out, that thought, and really any common sense warning  the two girls about the repercussions of expanding their already massive waistlines was immediately dashed. "Like *hic* sorry about that. Can't hand out candy with out my costume now can I?" Just like the last three houses the owner was dressed in her own variation of a ghost costume, but unlike the others she seemed sort of lumpy around the middle, and Gong swore she could hear the woman emitting a noise that sounded remarkably like faint static.

"Please lady! Just please don't give us anything weird! I can't take anymore. I'm so big already." Groaned The massive Fizz. "Ohh man kid, *urp* like what the hell is wrong with your weird purple dog?" "She's fine don't worry about it. Just tell me you don't have anything on a cob, or a stick, or that you made out of snakes?" "Sorry I don't have any of those. All Ive got is some bags of these fizzy rocks, but they're like old and stuff, so they kind of melted into fizzy boulders." Answered the ghost lady, who pulled two large bags of the candy off the table next to her. They tore into the bags immediately. The woman in the ghost costume hadn't lied when she said the candies had melted together. Large crystalline chunks of candy as large as Gong's head had formed in each bag. Fizzy was devouring mouthfuls of of the hard treat, Seeming to have forgotten the incident with the gummy snake already. Gong ate at a slightly slower, but still noticeably ravenous speed. Half because she wanted this all to be over so she could lay her tired belly to bed, and half because she was too greedy to resist the the gift of free candy. "Ugghh what is this stuff?! My mouth feels all weird, and tingly!" Fizzy whined. "You got anything to drink back there lady?" "Nothing except some orange soda, and I like *hic* totally don't recommend it. "Come on lady we haven't had anything to drink all night. We're dying over here." "Wait here. Said the ghost. After a brief moment she returned from the kitchen with a six pack of orange soda that she handed over to Gong. The first can quenched their thirsts. The second was for fun. The last was because they were both too gluttonous to stop. "I feel- *urp* I feel funny. Fizzy griped. "Aww is *hic* Fizzy felling fizzy?" Gong joked. Oblivious to the fact that both of them were slowly growing rounder. "This *hic* isn't funny Gong! Look at us! We're blowing up!" "I like did try to warn you" Said the woman as she removed her costume. Putting her own bloated stomach on full display. "I've been bloated all night. Those fizzy rocks take forever to dissolve when they get old. "Fizz we need to go now! My belly is *urp* too big! It's getting hard to move!" Gong panicked as the seams of her clothing fought against the inflating green orb inside them. She grabbed Fizzy and waddled away from the house as quickly as her heavy body would allow. Within moments the sound of ripping fabric announced that her clothing had just lost the war against her still inflating gut.

Gong heaved her back into the purple boulder. It rolled slowly, but steadily in the direction of their home. Halloween had not been kind to the goblin nor the fairy. As the last light on the last porch went off signaling the end of the night's celebration both of them were left stark naked, with heavy intensely full bellies, each nearly the same size as Gong was tall. "I was kidding when I said I didn't want to roll you home earlier." I didn't think it was going to be an issue. Gong grunted, as she rolled her friend home. "Maybe your psychic?" Fizzy said. her voice thick with sarcasm. "Can you tell what number I'm thinking of right now?" "No, but I bet it's smaller than your current weight." Gong shot back. "Alright funny girl. Just watch where you going ok? You pushed me into some trash and now I've there's a restaurant flyer stuck to my boobs. What the hell even is a "thanksgiving" about?" "Sorry Fizz. I'll peel it off when we get home. I'm sure it's nothing interesting anyway. You know humans are boring.

THE END

[inklizard]

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[k-kizkhalifa]

Bite?

Hope this is something close to what you were looking for? ~ kiz

Harry gasped, loudly, pain in the muscle of his right arm, “Draco.” He growled, looking at the man, who was wrapped around his body, “stop.” 

“I want attention,” Draco pouted, pressing against him. He looked up when Harry said nothing and narrowed his eyes, opening his mouth and then biting him again. 

“Draco!” Harry yelped, “I said stop!” 

“I said I want attention.” Draco answered, seriously, watching Harry finally put the report away. 

“What?” He asked, giving his arm a look as he asked, seeing the red of his skin and the impression of teeth on his muscle. “You fucking brat,” he sighed, rubbing his arm. 

“I’m not a brat,” Draco answered hotly, and rubbed against Harry, moving up to sit on his lap, “I want attention.” 

“I heard you,” Harry gave him a look, and grabbed his hips pulling him close.

“Then, give me attention, Potter!” Draco whined, smiling as he said it, his teeth barred before Harry with his smile, and snapped them playfully, “or I’m going to bite you again.” 

“No,” Harry shook his head, “I’m giving you attention, no more biting.” 

Draco hummed, pressing down against Harry’s lap, “you liked it?” 

Harry glanced at him, a laugh on his face. “Draco Malfoy,” he warned as the blonde started leaning towards him. 

“Just a small one?” Draco teased, pressing a kiss to Harry’s neck, “small, little, bite?” Harry tilted his neck, taking a breath, and he felt a Draco nip his skin lightly, “see?” 

“Mmhm,” Harry moved his hands under Draco’s shirt, his fingers brushing against his back. “Those are nice.”

“Those didn’t make you hard, though,” Draco breathed out, before his teeth grazed his jaw. He pulled at Harry’s shirt, feeling him move and then it was off his body and behind them. “This is better than those reports, huh?” 

Harry chuckled, “of course it is, Draco. But I do need to read those reports at some point.” Draco pouted, “I have to.” 

“No,” Draco whispered, giving him a hard kiss. One that shut Harry up, quickly, and effectively. 

They were hands and lips, gasps and moans, sighs and whispers as they moved together. And, when Harry pulled Draco against his body as he laid back, he cuddled against him with a soft hum. 

Draco laid there, a smile tugging at his lips, as Harry drifted off to sleep on their couch. The reports were forgotten on the coffee table in front of them, his eyes trailed over Harry’s right shoulder and arm, seeing the bite marks he had given him. At some point, Harry had stopped complaining and lost himself in the feeling. At some point he had gasped out a groan when Draco sunk his teeth into his flesh. 

Draco pressed his lips to his bicep, before easing off the other and pulling the throw up around him. He stood and picked up the reports, walking into the kitchen to make a cup of coffee, while he settled down at the table to read them for Harry. 

[angsty-prompt-hole]

Number 4 and number 10 for the ask game!

4. Who's your favourite OC? Why? Do you think you would get along with this OC if you met them in real life?

Oooo this one’s hard. I have a couple of favorites, but I think right now I’d have to go with Haven. Her story is basically that when she was younger, she got caught up in a whole conspiracy involving her father who had disappeared and an eldritch entity, ended up losing her hand and becoming immortal, and then became sort of an interdimensional vigilante who tracks down people who worship that eldritch entity and commits extreme violence against them. She’s just a lot of fun to do stuff with and I really enjoy writing stuff with her. Haven would probably not like me very much lmaooo. She does not like being challenged and I tend to butt heads with people like that.

10. Ramble about an OC! Say whatever you want about them and go on as long as you like ♡

Hi hello yes I shall ramble about someone related to Haven’s story because this OC has been all I could think about for weeks. His name is Liam Prescott, and he’s sort of based on Dewey Riley from the Scream movies. He’s from a version of earth that is infested with eldritch creatures. His sister and her friends got caught up in a serial killing spree committed by two dudes. His sister was murdered, and he was nearly killed, but he and three of his sister’s friends survived. The killers escaped.

Liam got super drunk one night and went out searching for the devil to make a deal to get back at the killers. He did not find the devil, but he found a deal-making sort of eldritch person by the name of Kiz who pointed him in the direction of a cult that worships this evil deer entity. They gave him the power to track down and kill the serial killers, who he found out were actually eldritch monstrosities themselves. One of the other survivors followed him and witnessed the brutal murder, which fractured his relationship with them.

After that, he sort of became a shut-in and never left his apartment. Unfortunately for him, he lived in the same apartment building as this woman who is basically the peacekeeper between eldritch entities, who also happened to be close friends with Haven. Haven was visiting her one night and sensed the lingering eldritch energy from Liam, marched to his room, broke in, and threatened to murder him. 

After the misunderstanding was cleared up and Haven learned Liam’s whole backstory, they started hanging out more because of their mutual friend, the peacekeeper. Haven was very, very aggressive and confrontational towards him at first because he was completely unphased by her acting unhinged or any of her physical oddities like her missing/replaced with a cybernetic prosthetic hand. 

Over time though, Haven settled down a little bit and began to open up to Liam. The two had been through somewhat similar experiences and it really helped both of them to have someone who understood their trauma. Liam’s kind of a dingus though and Haven is so out of touch with her own emotions she never knows what she’s feeling unless it’s rage, so these two took forever to realize they actually really liked each other. 

Liam’s dorky ass upon realizing this decided he was going to panic, and he could not look Haven in the eye for like a week until he was done having a crisis and decided to ask her out. Poor Liam had no idea their first date would end with them having to fight a monster and him learning that Haven can still die, she just resurrects immediately, which was very traumatic for the poor guy. 

Anyways Liam is a dork and likes to buy presents and stuff for people he likes, and he always tries to get people to talk about their interests, only to make a fool of himself because he knows nothing about whatever the person is talking about. He also sometimes overthinks things and ends up really stressed for absolutely no reason. 

[snackpointcharlie]

Snackpoint Charlie once again invades the original social media: radio. Claim your personal podcast souvenir any time thereafter here and via the Wave Farm iPhone app

Snackpoint Charlie - Transmission 033 - 2020.02.05 PLAYLIST https://wavefarm.org/wf/archive/304j6e

1) Neli - “Hobab” from RANGARANG - PRE-REVOLUTIONARY IRANIAN POP https://vampisoul.bandcamp.com/album/rangarang-pre-revolutionary-iranian-pop

2) Baligh Hamdi - “The Beloved Date (Esmaouni)” from THE BELOVED DATE (ESMAOUNI) https://www.discogs.com/Baligh-Hamdi-Love-Story-Orchestre/release/4399764 http://africangrooves.fr/2020/01/12/

3) Moussa Thingou Eggour - “Voilà nouvelle son de sortir album de 2020" https://www.facebook.com/moussatchingou

4) Heavy Pauses - “More Meditations 4” from OCNODECK-18 http://heavypauses.bandcamp.com

5) Ahmed Ben Ali - “Subhana” from HABIBI FUNK 012: SUBHANA https://habibifunkrecords.bandcamp.com/album/habibi-funk-012-subhana

6) Lee "Scratch" Perry - “Here Come The Warm Dreads (feat. Brian Eno)” from HEAVY RAIN https://www.discogs.com/ee-cratch-Perry-Heavy-Rain/master/1644669

7) Arşivplak - “Seker Oglan” from ŞEKER OĞLAN - SARI KIZ / KARAM - KOL HAVASI https://www.discogs.com/Ar%C5%9Fivplak-%C5%9Eeker-O%C4%9Flan-EP/release/12381326

8) Rupa - “Aaj Shanibar” from DISCO JAZZ https://www.discogs.com/Rupa-Disco-Jazz/master/1136324 https://pitchfork.com/thepitch/how-a-long-lost-indian-disco-record-won-over-crate-diggers-and-cracked-the-youtube-algorithm/

9) Lata Mangeshkar & Mohammed Rafi - “Ek Shahenshah Ne Banwa Ke” from LEADER (ORIGINAL MOTION PICTURE SOUNDTRACK) https://www.discogs.com/Naushad-Shakeel-Badayuni-Leader/release/3797603

10) Das Racist - “Ek Shaneesh” from SHUT UP, DUDE https://www.datpiff.com/Das-Racist-Shut-Up-Dude-mixtape.108998.html

11) Time Is Fire - “We Declare” from IN PIECES https://electriccowbellrecords.bandcamp.com/album/in-pieces

12) Etran de L'Aïr - “Tarha Ebouse Dighe Mane” from MUSIC FROM SAHARAN WHATSAPP https://etrandelair.bandcamp.com/album/music-from-saharan-whatsapp

13) Large Unit Fendika - “Anbessa” from ETHIOBRAZ https://pnlrecords.bandcamp.com/album/ethiobraz

14) Pat Thomas & Kwashibu Area Band - “Onfa Nkosi Hwee” from OBIAA! https://patthomasstrut.bandcamp.com/album/obiaa

15) Tony Allen - “Push Your Mind” from PSYCO ON DA BUS https://www.discogs.com/Psyco-On-Da-Bus-Psyco-On-Da-Bus/master/179313

16) Teta Lando - “Irmão ama o teu irmão (Brother loves your brother)” from INDEPENDENCIA https://aquariumdrunkard.com/2019/09/13/teta-lando-irmao-ama-o-teu-irmao/ https://www.discogs.com/Teta-Lando-Independencia/release/2990458

17) Hanan al-Nile - "عزّ علي فراقك" from GOOD MORNING TO YOU, FLOWERS https://archive.org/details/bgarvey6_gmail_20171228

18) Bahraini Candles Band - “ف البحرينية (Every Day)” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SS7HWX8CbhY

19) Jack Cruz (& David Lynch) - “True Love's Flame” from The Flame of Love https://davidlynch.bandcamp.com/album/the-flame-of-love https://www.sacredbonesrecords.com/products/sbr252-david-lynch-featuring-jack-cruz-the-flame-of-love

20) Kælan Mikla - “Ætli það sé óhollt að láta sig dreyma” from Mánadans https://kaelanmikla.bandcamp.com/album/m-nadans-2 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qxqfdsp-EX0

21) Heavy Pauses - “More Meditations 3” from OCNODECK-18 http://heavypauses.bandcamp.com

22) June Tyson - “Never Never Land” from Saturnian Queen of the Sun Ra Arkestra https://daily.bandcamp.com/features/sun-ra-arkestras-june-tyson-was-the-queen-of-afrofuturism http://www.modernharmonic.com/june-tyson-saturnian-queen-of-the-sun-ra-arkestra-lp-colored-vinyl.aspx https://junetyson.bandcamp.com/album/saturnian-queen-of-the-sun-ra-arkestra

[run-journalist-run]

Kizami crack

(for @megami-the-empress and @thecityofaeramoor ) Kizana: hey maghammy(tm) come here Megami: what is it kizzie Kizana: *blush blush* you should be in my play Megami: why Kizana: because I want you to be Megami: but why why Kokona: it bcuz she wuv wuv u Kizana: that's not true kokoNUT(tm) Kokona: I have you saying it on tape *plays tape* Kizana: oh no Megami: Kiz kiz do you really love me Kizana: y-yes. I love you meghammy(tm) Megami: I love you too kizzerna Kizana: *smooches her* Megami: *smooch smooch* Kokona: ugh not in front of my salad The rest of the school: *clap clap* shut up kokoNUT(tm)

[fedyavoidart]

Could you recommend any songs or bands?

i know a shitton of different bands and cool stuff but you gotta be more specific. what genre are you lookin for

well, heres an (incomplete) list of some of my favourite music anyways:

Music for when u angery:

Sabaton (!!!!1!!11  mostly about war stuff and no theyre not nazis what the fuck. also all of it is historically correct. this band is how i aced my history class. especially good songs: ‘resist and bite’, ‘inmate 4859′, ‘Wolfpack’, ‘Price of a mile’, ‘ghost division’ and ‘white death’)

Papa Roach

Rammstein (german. really fucked up shit, handle with care. rlly good for punching things but the lyrics are so disgusting and fucked up. DO NOT LISTEN TO IF U R EASILY TRIGGERED BY VIOLENCE, MENTIONS OF ABUSE, AND RAPE because I can guarantee u u’ll probably throw up. I know i did. i dont even fuckin know why i listen to this shit. its wrong on so many levels)

Slipknot

System Of A Down

Blue Stahli (rlly fuckin good, check out at all cost. theres not one song i dont fuckin love)

Mindless Self Indulgence (if that redhead from the butler anime were music, he would be this. esp good: ‘shut me up’, ‘lights out’, ‘straight to video’)

Music for when u gotta get ur chill on/are high as a kite:

Major Lazer (especially ‘Powerful’ that song is just like floating on water)

Seeed (german/english mix mostly. good songs: ‘Dickes B’, ‘Oceans 11′, ‘ding’, ‘dancehall caballeros’, ‘Aufstehn’, ‘Waterpumpee’. check out their music vids, they are super diverse and p awesome. i know the lyrics to these by heart)

Cazzette (especially ‘She wants me dead’)

Nirvana (all of it is fuckin amazing, but ‘lake of fire’, ‘verse chorus verse’, ‘the man who sold the world’ and ‘plateau’ are my all time faves)

Drum’n’Base/ Progressive House:

Pendulum (great for long gaming sessions, really awesome, highly recommend ‘the island pt1′, ‘Bloodsugar’, ‘the vulture’, ‘fasten your seatbelts’ and ‘tarantula’ are especially great)

Matduke (a few pretty awesome songs, especially ‘Bloodlip’)

Feint (especially ‘Time Bomb’, best fuckin song)

Project 46 (especially ‘Reasons’, holy shit)

Musical Soundtracks:

Tanz der Vampire (transl: ‘Dance Of The Vampires’ iunno if it exists in english )

Lion King

Wicked

Random other cool stuff:

21 pilots (though everyone and their brother know them so i guess u do too)

Billy Talent (careful, this shit is mother fuckin addictive. my faves are ‘burn the evidence’, ‘fallen leaves’, ‘red flag’, ‘devil in a midnight mass’, ‘covered in cowardice’, ‘rusted from the rain’ and ‘the dead cant testify’)

Panic!At the Disco (also rlly famous but hot damn that voice gives me a metaphorical boner. Best fkin songs: ‘crazy=genius’, ‘emperors new clothes’, ‘miss jackson’, ‘don’t threaten me w a good time’, ‘ballad of mona lisa’)

Bring Me The Horizon (sometimes weird screamy shit but still really fuckin great. especially ‘throne’)

Creature Feature (fucked up creepy shit. Awesome, all of it)

Hollywood Undead (rap/melodic mix, some of it is amazing, some sucks ass. i like ‘up in smoke’, ‘medicine’, ‘been to hell’, ‘no.5′, ‘bottle and a gun’, ‘apologize’, ‘levitate’, ‘dove and grenade’ and ‘lion’ . perfect for boarding )

KIZ (rlly dumb german shit. crude 4th grade humor but occassionally fun)

...And Phobos Falls (my roommate's band. very small but they got some hella rad stuff. Mostly screamy sort of metal, a little like BMTH. Their soundcloud: soundcloud.com/andphobosfalls)

I think i wouldve made a great punk rocker if I hadn’t ended up as a fuckin nerd hehe

[artsninspo]

PULSE : PART III - WHO IS YOU?

PART I | PART II | PART III

PART III - WHO IS YOU?

Black had always been a pretty good judge of character, its how he’d survived on his own for so long. He did what he had to do to survive comfortably, nothing more nothing less. He didn’t make promises he couldn’t keep and he maintained relationships within their necessary boundaries - never blurring lines. Women had always been the easiest to keep in check. He had a reputation as a sure thing, rules too like no contact it it wasn’t about sex. No contact if she’s on her period. If he needed someone to talk to he’d see a shrink. If he needed love he’d get a pet or visit Lisa the woman that raised him.

His size and demeanour did what he needed it to do. Keep people away.

Elle Blake on paper and in person were two completely different people. She’d lived a privileged life but could navigate the neighbourhood without issue. She didn’t take his demeanour towards her personally and her mouth is fucking lethal.

Everyday, he’d see her walking home and everyday he drove past her, rain or shine. Since then Black had been getting presents in his washer and dryer. Boxers with days of the week printed on the ass, socks with toe slits in ridiculous colours with his name printed on the bottoms and other childish annoying shit. Today in the dryer were the lollies from down the street “suckers to stay sucker free”. He’d have checked anyone else for it but he knew she was doing it purposely to get under his skin and not to be disrespectful.

The rain is really coming down and Elle looks around but all the cabs are occupied. He contemplates making his car spray her with water but decides against it pulling over slowly and opening the door. She looks confused before walking and getting in.

“Thanks” she mutters getting on her seatbelt on and shivering from being drenched. He turns off the air conditioning to keep her from getting a cold. She’s pissed - not at him but he can feel the anger radiating from her. Her phone rings and she declines the call immediately taking a deep breath. Her phone rings again and she rolls down the window chucking it into a puddle. Black continues to drive when he hears her sniffle and she wipes the tears away smearing her make up. Its not an act, it’s not like the games women ploy to get attention. He says nothing enjoying the silence until his phone rings. He hits decline not wanting to talk business in the company of someone else.

Black parks looking over at Elle and reaching into his glove compartment taking out some wet-wipes.

“You’re not about to leave my car looking like that” he comments pointing at her racoon eyes from the tears and make up. She concedes taking the wet wipes pulling down the mirror and cleaning herself up . When she’s done she gets her things taking her trash and unlocking the door.

“I’m not trying to get in your business-“

“Then don’t” Elle snaps before sighing with tears in her eyes again. “Look, I appreciate the ride, thank you can we leave it at that?” She asks causing him to chew the inside of his lip.

“I hope no one in the neighbourhood has you soft like this” he comments casually looking away from her and at his mirror. He’d threatened her and she’d kept her cool - whatever this was it had to be big.

“Nothing to do with anything here” Elle sighs looking at Black honestly.

He nods unlocking the door, “Cool” he says but she’s already out the car heading inside. He stops in his tracks seeing Dia Evans the best lawyer in the city, maybe even state and her daughter at Elles door. Their eyes are kind and caring; everything Elle doesn’t want right now. She stops looking up at them and turning to head back towards the exit.

“Elle!” Dia calls before she can open the door.

“Kiz, Dia, I’m fine. I don’t want company or to talk about it I just want to be alone - respect that or leave” Elle says calmly with tears in her eyes again.

“Okay” Kizzy agrees but Dia doesn’t say anything. “Is this Mr. Asshole” Kizzy whispers looking at Black who’s witnessed everything.

“Black” Elle mutters in response heading up the flight of stairs to her door.

He didn’t know what to make of it. Especially when the yelling started and went on for hours. Especially when Kizzy knocked at his door looking worn out.

“Sorry to bother you, where can I find the super?” She asks.

“He don’t be here like that” Black comments looking down at her with his typical expression.

“Guess, I’ll just google his number” Kizzy breathes looking back in the direction of Elles door?

“Is the yelling over?” He asks offending Kizzy.

“Fuck you” she snarls flipping him off and storming down the stairs to the exit.

She’s the hot head.

Black notes giving her a pass, whatever it was they all were acting crazy. He shouldn’t have opened the door for her in the first place.

…

Black had noticed Elle on the screens when she first came in. He shook his head watching all the guys in the venue posture themselves to get at her. Business had to be completed but still his eyes searched the monitors every few minutes making a mental not of where Elle was next, all the while ignoring his associates periodically. In his mind she was too pretty to be here. Not that she was the most beautiful woman ever, it’s just every man likes new pussy and to be the first to tap into it. He’d watched her throw at least five shots back getting happier each time and bouncing around dancing with any and everyone. He checked the time only to see thirty minutes until closing - usually it would be more sparse than this.

“Get these nigga’s outta here” Reggie his security who does exactly that leaving Elle entertaining the bartender. He’d never seen Stevie look at a woman the way he was looking at Elle and he’s gay.

“I got this you close up” Black says stepping behind the bar as Elle hiccups looking up. It takes her nearly a minute to recognize him and when she does she groans.

“Fuck” she laughs putting her head down onto her crossed arms. “God, I don’t wanna dream about this guy” she says looking into the ceiling.

“You aren’t dreaming” he tells her and she pouts taking another shot.

“That’s enough or you’ll have your stomach pumped”

“Doesn’t matter, nothing matters” she sniffles looking around. “Why’d they stop the music?” She asks.

“It’s three in the morning”

“How much would it cost you to kill me?” Her words surprise Black.

“Dia Evans’ niece?” He asks and she shakes her head coherent enough to understand it’s not going to happen.

“Come on lets go” he says but she refuses.

“Turn the music back on, I’m not done yet” she smiles getting behind the empty booth and pressing buttons turning on music but only one subwoofer is connected making it much less obnoxious. Black pours himself a drink watching her jump around in performance to two songs before he gets up.

“You look like a terrible dancer”

“I am”

“Shame, if you’re bad at that you’re bad at other things” Elle winks twirling around him playfully. “Surprising because I know it isn’t your personality that keeps those girls coming back”

“So you’ve given it some thought?” Black asks making Elle giggle.

“I don’t care about that stuff” Elle laughs shrugging. “My life was perfect, I had so much fun everyday, I laughed so much”

“What changed?’ Black asks and she swallows.

“Everything” she mutters. Before fanning her eyes and refusing to cry. He changes his posture to be less intimidating as he sits on one of the speakers letting Elle do her thing. “It’d tell you but you probably already know super sleuth” Elle smiles but its just a brave face.

“My name is Trevante, Tre for short’

“You’re just telling me that because I’m drunk and won’t remember”

“Maybe, but I don’t know why you’ve been sulking everyday. Kinda disappointing” he comments making Elle laugh as he stands. “Clubs closing” He points to the door and she retrieves a fluffy fur coat from coat check making Tre laugh. Its June. She sits in the car needing his help to buckle herself in.

“Trevante!” She shouts out of nowhere startling him before bursting out in laughter. “God my feet hurt” she groans unbuckling her heel straps to take them off. “Ouuuuch” she hisses seeing part of her foot is bloody. “Im gonna have an ugly scar.” She groans.

“It’s a foot”

“I’m a woman feet matter” she says making Tre scoff.

“You were just in the club no one was looking at your feet”

“Thats a damn shame, look at them. They’re cute” she says putting them on the dashboard.

“Beautiful, now take them down before I make you walk”

“You didn’t even look” Elle pouts taking them down and wincing again.

“Is your cousin home, can I drop you there so you don’t die?” Tre asks starting the engine. “No”

Tre nods starting on the way to their apartment building. When they arrive she’s asleep but wakes up to the sound of the car shutting off. Elle looks around re-orienting herself and reaching for her shoes.

“Your’e going to put those things back on?”

“Or walk barefoot?” Elle says sleepily and Tre takes the shoes.

“Where are your keys?”

Elle shrugs. “For fuck sake” Tre snaps heading up the stairs only to find them in her door. He braces himself for anything heading and seeing its a place fit for a princess as he does his check. Before finding a pair of boot like house slippers and heading back to the car to hand them to Elle. He walked behind her up the stairs in case she decided to fall anytime soon. She barely made it to her couch before passing out and making him feel uneasy. He’d cleaned himself up many times before. The cut on her foot of more of a burn but he cleans it correctly bandaging it and holding an ice pack against it while he took mental notes of her apartment. He couldn’t imagine what put her in such a state.

His mother had been beautiful too, once upon a time. Before the drinking turned into smoking, then pills, the prostitution and other stuff.

He sighs taking a deep breath before leaving suddenly feeling overwhelmed himself.

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