#they don’t have enough dental supplies for his liking

[mirchloe]

loboto/oleander is real to me in a flavor where they had a deep fling during their pn1 arcs, bonding over their plans and mutual scheming and frustrations, but oleander took it really personally while loboto just shrugs whenever oleander is mentioned. they have that ‘“my robot misses you” “okay” post’ type of dynamic to me following pn2. loboto is all about himself now! he has his freedom and a renewed lease on life! he is still wanted across the country! he dipped from hq and is going to start over with his “child” (who may or may not even be human or exist - raz gets trolled face). oleander has to mourn losing his string bean bad bitch.

[lou-struck]

Sweet Toothed and Sorry

Beelzebub x reader

~After one too many sweets, Beel has come down with a cavity and has to be muzzled.

WC: 1.4k

a/n: One of my goals for the new year is to start using more of the prompts on my google doc. this is one of them.

Your feet crunch down on the heaps of silver and blue candy wrappers that seem to carpet the floor of the twin's room. Suddenly, the roll of garbage bags in your hand seems to not be enough for the job in front of them.

After Beelzebub had led his Fangol team to victory in the conference championship, the Avatar of Gluttony was gifted a lifetime supply of candy from one of his team's sponsors. 

But looking at the mess of wrappers scattered about the room, you have a feeling that this ‘lifetime supply’ will only last Beel a few more hours. 

You see the demon in question sat crisscrossed on his bed fiddling with the wrapper of yet another bar. When his violet gaze glances over to you, he gives you a boy smile and holds out the bar candy he had just opened.

“Mc, Would you like some candy? They are so Yummy.” the demon says as you approach.

“Sure, I’ll take one.” You say tearing into the partially opened wrapper and taking a bite of the sweet. Its fruity flavor coats your tongue and fizzles like a pop rock. The sensation makes you giggle as he looks at you adoringly.

“It’s good huh, have some more, I got loads.” He says tossing you another.

You catch it and put it in your back pocket with a grin. “Thank you, Beel, I’ll eat later.” Are you say holding up the role of the garbage bags you brought in with you?

“And I bought you these, Belphie texted me saying he needed a little extra.”

He looks around sheepishly at the mess he made before answering. “Thank you, I guess it is a bit messy in here. I’m glad he thinks of these things.” He laughs before popping another sweet into his mouth.

“Wait where is Belphie anyways?” you ask looking around for the dark-haired twin.

“I’m under here,” a muffled voice calls from underneath a large pile of wrappers. Carefully you make your way across the room to pull a few off of the demon. After a few digs, you manage to free him from his aluminum prison. “Thank you for that.”

“How did this even happen? you got buried alive.” You ask, removing a little piece of foil from his hair.

“I dunno,” he shrugs, dusting himself off “I took a nap, and the next thing I knew I was covered in candy wrappers. I didn’t want to worry you, So I just messaged you for a few bags.”

“M’sorry Belphie,” Beel says to his brother, “I didn’t realize I was covering you up.”

“It’s okay Beel, It was like an extra blanket so I didn't mind too much,” he says comfortingly. “But we should clean this up a bit so it doesn't happen again.

He looks around again at the seas of wrappers on the floor and furniture, “Yeah, that seems like a good idea.”

“I’ll help too,” you chirp ripping a trash bag off of the roll of yourself. And tossing the others to Beel.

The orange-haired demon grins from ear to ear “That’s wonderful, thank you MC. And when we are done we can eat more of the candy!”

“Beel, don’t you want to eat something else? I’m worried that all that sugar is gonna give you a cavity,” you say tossing a few more wrappers into a trash bag. 

But he only laughs, “I have never gotten a cavity before, I’m sure it’s only a human thing Mc.”

YOu bite your lip and think back at all the early videos you watched as a kid on proper dental hygiene with a shudder. 

Belphie’s gaze softens as he looks at you “Don’t worry Mc, Beel will be fine, who ever heard of a demon getting a cavity?”

~

Apparently, you were right to worry. 

Just because demons don’t usually get cavities doesn't mean they are immune to them. The copious amount of sugar Beel had eaten that day led him to develop quite a nasty one on his back molars. 

If he were a human, he could have this little problem dealt with in a matter of hours, but since he is in the Devildom, he wasn't able to get an appointment with a dentist capable of filling the hole until tomorrow morning. 

In order to prevent his brother from causing any more damage to his tooth, Lucifer had to take drastic measures to make sure that his brother doesn’t eat anything until his appointment. And Beelzebub; the Avatar of gluttony found himself hungry and wearing an enchanted muzzle that won’t break no matter how much force he uses on it.

The first couple of hours were rough, you swear your legs are still shaking from the tremors of Beel’s growling stomach. 

You know not getting to eat for a day is killing the poor demon. But you haven’t been able to visit him yet.

You have been waiting in your room for a message from Lucifer telling you that it is safe for you to go see him.

Anticipation is too much to bear, and by the time your DDD buzzes you are halfway to Beel’s room, hoping you can comfort the Hangry demon until he is able to get his tooth fixed.

The usually wide open door to the twin’s room is now sealed shut and glowing with the familiar dark hue of Lucifer's magic to keep Beezelbub inside. Since the magic is directed towards Beel, you have no problem slipping past the barrier and giving the wood a little knock.

“You can come in,” you hear a quiet voice mumble through the wood. 

Carefully you step inside scanning the room for Beel, the demon in question is seated on the side of his bed. His broad shoulder slumped and his eyes stare down at the carpet beneath him. 

The muzzle he has been forced to wear is secured tightly around his mouth and jaw looking way too tight to be comfortable.

He looks up at you with a pained look of hungry despair on his usually sunny features.

His gaze rests on you, and he tries his best to smile, but he can’t bring himself to give you his typical sweet grin. “You came to see me?” he asks sitting up a bit straighter on the bed.

“I did,” you smile coming to sit down next to him “How are you feeling Beel?”

He frowns and his stomach lets out a pathetic little growl, ”I’m hungry, I haven't eaten for this long in centuries.”

“I’m sorry Beel,” you murmur soothingly, “I know this is hard for you.”

“It’s my own fault,” he sulks, “You told me not to eat just the candy, next time I’ll make sure to eat some other things too.”

The comment has you holding back a smile as you look at the muzzle against his skin. “Does it hurt?” you ask gently reaching out and touching the cold material. 

He hangs his head low and shakes his head, “Not really, I think when I get it taken off I’ll feel a bit sore though.”

“I’m sorry, is there anything I can do? Besides sneak you food?” You say giving him a little smile.

He fidgets with his fingers and thinks for a moment trying to figure out what could help him feel better“Not eating makes me feel tired, would you sit with me and let me put my head in your lap like how Belphie does?”

Your cheeks feel flushed at his request, but when he gives you that puppy dog luck, you find it impossible to say no to him. “S-sure”

“Thank you,” he says tiredly, letting himself lay down on the mattress and letting out a shaky exhale. “This feels nice mc, you make a good pillow,” he says tiredly laying his head in your lap. “Can I stay like this for a while?” 

“Mmmhmm, you can stay like this for as long as you’d like.” you humm gently running your fingers through his orange locks.

“It’s funny,” he murmurs his full weight relaxing under your gentle touch. “When I’m with you like this I don’t feel hungry at all.”

“Really?” you giggle “You, not feeling hungry?”

He lets out a little chuckle and gazes up at you “Well, maybe a little. But I am really starting to hate this thing.”

“Why now?” you tease

“Because, I can't kiss you when I’m wearing this,” he says taking your hand. “But I promise, the first thing I do when I get this thing off is to make it up to you. Then after that, we will go and get some food.”

[thesunshineriptide]

Trick or treat!

Happy halloween!

You trick or treat to all the twst boys in their dorms. This is what they react with

Heartslabyul

Riddle: Riddle has prepared for some aspects of Halloween and not others, meaning the things he gives out for treats…is pencils. He gives out supplies relating to schoolwork (pencils, erasers, pens, notepads) and he has enough sense to make sure it’s the FUN ones, but it’s still just more work. He’s happy to let you pick which funky office supply treat you want. He never does tricks

Ace: Ace is the first on this list to absolutely SUCK at trick or treat prep. He hands you whatever’s in his pocket (usually trash but sometimes something fun like two madol) he plays it off like a trick but in reality he’s a little embarrassed and sad he couldn’t give you a good Halloween treat

Deuce: Deuce is actually great in his taste but not in his prep. He bought 20 full sized candy bars and then had to run off to get more candy, leaving him with just fistfuls of salt water taffy. Don’t worry, he made sure to get you, specifically, a full sized bar

Trey: you know this man is making his own fuckin candy. He’s going full suburban mom with cookies, chocolates, candy apples, little carved out oranges, and, of course, toothbrushes to hand out with it so you don’t get cavities. You earn a chocolate chip cookie and a dental care bag

Cater: Most normal. Went and got two giant bags of Halloween candy, sat with them in a bowl and played on his phone or talked to whoever was closest. He gives you some candy with a smile and a selfie

Savanaclaw

Leona: you’re getting a trick. The trick is that he doesn’t really wanna participate. He’s old and tired and tired of these damn kids (/j) no, but in seriousness, he’s carrying candy on him in his deep ass pockets. He mostly carries the shitty candy nobody wants, but he’ll give you a handful with a grin

Ruggie: Ruggie doesn’t carry candy unless there’s little kids, which there aren’t. Instead, you’re getting a trick - he’ll use his UM to make you hand over your candy bag. You have been robbed

Jack: doesn’t strike me as the type to normally carry candy, but he might. If he does, it’s probably on the less sweet side or hard candy, if he doesn’t, it’s a protein bar. But like, one of the good ones. He’s so happy to give you it though, you can’t even reject. Especially since he doesn’t follow it with a lecture (unlike Vargas or Sebek or Riddle or Trey or-)

Octavinelle

Azul: you think this man is giving shit out for free? No, no, you’re working for your candy. He’ll make you do some sort of imitation of your costume, or sing a little song, or do a few twirls. Then, and only after you’ve payed the toll, do you get candy. Good news though, Azul gives out the good shit

Jade: You’re getting a trick and a treat, in that order. He’ll give you a little spook (psychological, not physical. He’ll give you his creepy grin and make a comment on how he can help you become a ghost) and then you get a nice handful of candy and a smile. He also has normal candy, unlike…

Floyd: Another trick, then a treat. Floyd’s more into giving a scare by popping out of a bush or just going “boo!” And then following it with candy. Much like Azul, he has full sized candy bars, but, all of them are off brand, weirdly named candy bars, and some just have a sticker covering what they are. Which means you have no idea what he gave you, other than a heart attack

Scarabia

Kalim: you think Kalim doesn’t go big for Halloween? He’s giving every trick or treater a fucking buffet. He’s the one house that gives out gift bags with candy, toys, soda, popcorn, etc. you leave with a whole meal in junk food. He might throw money in some of them too, just for fun

Jamil: he’s in charge of doing all Kalim’s shit, so count them as a duo project. He’s exhausted and if you insist on getting candy from him alone, he’ll probably just frown and give you something boring (a pencil he got from Riddle)

Pomefiore

Vil: health conscious beauty guru giving out Halloween candy? Yes, actually. And autographs, and stim toys for those who don’t want sugar. Sure, he may not want the candy, and he may not approve of his underlings indulging too often, but…it’s a holiday. It would be cruel not to

Rook: … okay. Listen. He finds beauty in everything, soooooo…he gives out old people candy. Like, butterscotches and those really specific strawberry foiled candies, yknow the ones. Or lollipops. Alternatively he exclusively gives out exotic candies that like 5 people have heard of but are literally so good???

Epel: CARAMEL APPLE KING!! He made them himself, with apples from his family’s farm, and he spent HOURS getting it right. He also carves apples for trick or treaters (including you. You get an apple carved into a poison apple with caramel dripping down from the top)

Ignihyde

Idia: King Candy has arrived. He knows all the best candy and since nobody ever really approaches him, it was a great excuse to buy ungodly amounts and hoard it. He does happily share some of his favorites with you, even if he’s a little nervous

Ortho: Ortho can’t eat, but he does enjoy going around reverse trick or treating. He will give you a Twix bar and take note on whether you prefer left Twix or right Twix, because it is a question that’s absolutely fascinating to him

Diasomnia

Malleus: Malleus has no idea what’s going on. He will, instead, just straight up give out blessings and maybe some candy if Lilia is nearby. You leave with increased confidence due to one of his spells. Hooray!

Lilia: I’d say Lilia gives out old people candy but I think he’s just a bit too young for that. He gives out those candy blood bags, fake candy teeth, other gummy candies shaped like organs, etc. he’s more into the creep than the cutesy and that reflects in his candy choices

Silver: didn’t have time to prep, isn’t in charge of candy distribution. If you ask him for candy, he will give you a stray peppermint candy from his pocket

Sebek: “HOW DARE WAKASAMA AND MASTER LILIA’S BENEVOLENCE NOT BE ENOUGH FOR YOU- oh. Oh, sorry. Uh. Here…” he gives you a handful of jellybeans. They are not in a bag, they are just loose jellybeans from a bucket. They are not all the same flavor. It’s your guess as to what’s going down there

[lxnerwriter]

so i found this [while i was definitely not “stalking” a moon-jo blog]… and i was wondering if you could write a little something with moon-jo, pretty fluffy, just them running away from the shitty seoul [and drama]. you don’t have to change his personality and you could do it with your own twist, but i’m seeking from some moon-jo fluff:[ have a nice day!

authors note: your wish is my command. hope you enjoy:)

A New Life With You... Only You

Summary: After saving for years, it was finally time for Moon-jo to reveal the life-changing news.

Genre: Modern- Romance

Rate: 14+

Word Count: 1, 130

Warnings: Slight Mention of Murder, but Mainly, Pure Fluff

“Y/N, where are you?” Moon-jo walked into your shared apartment after a long day at work. His profession as a dentist was oh so draining, but one thing for sure, it finally supplied him with enough money to leave his crappy life behind in Seoul and start a new future in America. From Seoul to America? What a drastic change of a life. And how he looked forward to such a change. His life had been a series of ups and downs. And his mind was twisted. He admitted that, sure, but he allowed his twisted thoughts to take over his entire youth and young adulthood. But he wanted it to stop. Immediately. Of course, his psychotic thoughts will forever be there, but taming them was his goal, and starting a new life with a new identity would help. After years of saving up his paychecks, it was finally time to fly out of Seoul and to have a beautiful, yet crazy, life in New York City. And he was so excited to tell you.

“Y/N?” he repeated your name, this time earning a response.

“Coming!” you responded as he heard you bustling to make your way to the living room. You came walking down the hall with a coffee cup in one hand and your phone in the other. A smile spread across his face, your presence changing the aura of the room.

Oh, how Moon-jo loved you. He can admit that it first started off as an obsession, destroying everyone who stood in between the two of you. Murder wasn’t apart of his agenda, but soon, it became a daily occurrence at the beginning of your relationship. Did you know that he was doing these formidable actions? You did find out eventually, yea. But it didn’t bother you for some odd reason which surprised Moon-jo. And sooner than later, after he proposed, his killing stopped, knowing that you were his forever. Divorce wasn’t an option for Moon-jo, so you were going to be together forever in his mind. And you agreed. Moon-jo was your life. He was your everything. After loosing your parents in a horrible car accident a few years ago, you had no one else. And you believe that it was just pure luck that you happened to have a tooth ache only a few weeks later. A filling of a cavity was all that was done, but the man who was doing the dental work was going to be the man who changed your life. Moon-jo, dentist with a high degree and high pay, seemed to find a liking in you, complimenting your teeth every few minutes. And from then on, you have been in love with him. Moving in with him only after a few months of dating may seem insane to others, but too you, it only seemed fitting. And here you are now, still with him to this day with a marriage ring on your finger.

As you set the dirty dish in the sink, Moon-jo made his way over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close. “I missed you today…”

A giggle escaped you lips, “Mmm… I missed you too. How was your day?” and when no response was heard, you turned around to see an unreadable expression across his face. “Baby… what's that face about?”

No words were said as he picked you up in his arms, and you were startled by his sudden action. He carried you to the king sized bed which sat in your shared room and dropped you on the soft surface. He buried his face in your neck, laying delicate kisses on your skin. “I have the most fantastic news Y/N.” His lips tickled your skin and an outburst of giggles escaped your lips.

“What?” you laughed as you tried to push him away. “Stop! That tickles..”

He chuckled in the nook of your neck and pushed his head up, “I have enough money… We can finally leave…”

You pushed him off of you as disbelief spread throughout your entire being. “What are you talking about, honey?”

“We have enough money to leave Seoul, baby. I already have an apartment in mind to check out. It is right up out price range; its perfect for us. Our past can stay behind us here, and we can start a new future. Together…” he squeezed your hand as tears flooded your eyes. You couldn’t believe it; you have been waiting so long to leave Seoul. It held to much pain and sad memories. America may not be all that it’s cracked up to be, but at least it didn’t hold the painful memories which haunted your thoughts. A new life is all you need, and finally, it was time to leave. “Oh shit! Oh my god, baby… I can’t believe it!” it was your turn to jump on him, sitting on his lap as you hugged him with all the love within you. “Finally!” your tears stained his white shirt, sobbing uncontrollably. And it didn’t bother him one bit. He usually hated seeing you cry, but it was an exception this time. As long as it wasn’t someone else making you cry, tears were allowed to flow. “When are we leaving??”

“As soon as possible, baby,” he said and in response, you jumped out his arms instantly.

“Then we need to start packing right now!” you were so excited; you could barely breath. Moon-jo smiled and nodded. He enjoyed seeing you this happy, so enthusiastic about life. “I have so much I need to pack. I-”

“Breathe, wife. We have time.” He knew what you were so excited, and it made him even more happy. Was it all apart of his plan to isolate you from your friends and family from the very beginning? Yes… but now, things have changed. A little bit. All he wanted was you to himself, and finally, he had you to himself, and soon, all the way across the ocean.

A Month Later…

You walked off the airplane with hope in your eyes… you were finally here. And it was beautiful. It was the Christmas season, and snow coated the sidewalks outside. White flakes fell from the clouds for tis the season. And Moon-jo held your hand the entire time. It was a new chapter of your life, and you couldn’t wait to finally start it, even though it just began a few minutes ago. After grabbing your luggage that had clothes which would only last a few days on end (the moving truck had everything else), you walked outside into the freezing cold and gasped, “Moon-jo… we did it.”

He pulled you closer to him and looked into your eyes, “We sure did.”

[tonguetiedraven]

can you make something like rin having his hair permanently white and having to dye it bc he feels like an old man with the white hair? bonrin? (i feel like this is weird) (hope your pet has better teeth now i dont know what goes on in dental work)

What a fun prompt! (doggo is fine. She has a wild mouth and they had to do some surgery for her out of control gums. She's better now.)

Bonrin of course ;)

— — — — — —

Rin stared at himself in the mirror and tried not to hate what he saw. He was working through all the self-loathing and the discomfort with his more outlandish features, and some days he even got far enough to really like himself. Some days he even felt pretty damn attractive.

This was not one of those days. Mainly because of the white locks that kept falling in his eyes.

Rin was too young to have white hair. He was too young to look this old. Anytime he went to a shop, he’d find people mistaking him for an elder until they got a look at his face. Yukio had told him to stop slouching so he didn’t looked old and hunched, Ryuuji had said he still found the white hair hot, and Renzou had told him to just milk the old age thing for better service.

None of it helped the fact that Rin didn’t want to look, old, and that every time he caught a glimpse of himself in passing, his heart skipped a beat for a moment, because he didn’t just look like an old man, he kinda looked like a specific old man.

Rin was done with all of it. He was going to be his young self again, and he was going to do it now.

Just as soon as he figured out how all the dye stuff actually worked. He thought he’d done the hard part in picking out the dye. It was the closest color he could find to his old hair color, a little bit blue, and fairly dark, and he’d even found mascara to math, because damn-it-all if his stupid eyelashes hadn’t turned white too.

He got waterproof, in the same brand that Izumo wore because she seemed like she knew what she was doing, and it was the same brand of dye Renzou used. Rin knew that because he’d snuck through Renzou’s garbage like a creep instead of asking. He just… if they knew he was going to do it, he knew they’d try and tell him not to, and he didn’t want to be told not to. He wanted to dye his hair and he was going to do it.

But wow, there were a lot of instructions on the box, the writing was small, and Rin wasn’t positive he’d read all of them right. Plus, he had to dye his hair and his tail, and he wasn’t sure how easy that was going to be to do, because he couldn’t exactly twist around enough to see it properly.

Still, he had everything he should need, he had on old clothes, and he had a few hours before Ryuuji should finish with whatever he kept doing with Light.

Rin picked up the box again and read the steps.

“Rin?”

He didn’t notice the first curious call of his name. He didn’t notice Ryuuji at all until his boyfriend’s hand dropped onto his shoulder and squeezed. At that point he jumped and nearly flung the box.

“Babe!” Rin squeaked, blushing and stammering. “Didn’t, uh, expect to see you!”

Ryuuji frowned, eyes darting around to all the supplies set out on the counter. “I sent a text? Tried to call?” His handsome eyes returned to Rin. “Are you trying to dye your hair?”

Rin’s eyes dropped to the box in his hand. Was there anything else he could pretend to be doing? At all? What other reason could you have dye in your hand than to dye your hair?

“I’m only asking, because it looks like you’re missing a few things? Have you ever done it before? I can help?”

Rin’s tail drooped. “What am I missing?”

“Well, I don’t see any cleaning wipes, and you’ll want some vaseline if you’ve got it. And clips? Makes it easier if you section your hair first. Here,” he took the box from Rin’s hands and set it on the sink edge. His fingers curled around Rin’s wrist, and gently tugged him around so they were facing. “Trust me?”

Rin nodded slowly. He could feel his cheeks heating up, and he wasn’t sure if it was embarrassment at being caught or the warm feeling of having Ryuuji’s hand anywhere near him.

Ryuuji’s grin came quick with Rin’s nod. “Great. Then let’s get ya ready. But first,” Ryuuji’s other hand reached up to curve around Rin’s jaw as his fingers tangled in Rin’s hair, and drew him into a sweet kiss. The kind of kiss that always made Rin’s heart feel fluttery and happy.

“Hi,” Ryuuji murmured against his lips, “missed ya today.”

Rin could feel his tail lifting in a wag, and wasn’t embarrassed by that. “Hi yourself. Sorry I missed your call.”

Ryuuji kissed him again. “That’s okay. You can make it up to me later.” With one last kiss, Ryuuji let him go and went towards the cabinet Yukio and Rin had installed. He pulled it open, perused through the items inside, and pulled a few out before returning to Rin’s side.

“First, I’m gonna clip this wild mop of yours back.”

Rin stuck his tongue out even as his lips quirked up with a grin.

“Then,” Ryuuji swept Rin’s bangs out of his face with an easy motion, “I’m gonna put some vaseline on your head so the dye doesn’t mess with your skin. Otherwise you’ll actually look like the bluebell and blueberry we’re always calling you.”

Ryuuji clipped his hair back, and smoothed the gooey vaseline against his face, smudging some on his nose just to tease, and Rin didn’t even notice as all the anxiety he’d been carrying around from the moment he’d decided to dye his hair just melted away. He didn’t notice much of anything but Ryuuji’s smiles, low chuckles, and warm, certain touches as his boyfriend prepared him for the dying.

Turning him back towards the mirror. Ryuuji murmured instructions for each step as he performed it. A low, hypnotizing string of words right in Rin’s ears that he had no hope of actually remembering. He could only watch Ryuuji’s hands as his stupidly white hair slowly turned back to the dark bluish-black it had once been. He watched Ryuuji’s confident hands, trying to remember what he was doing, and he watched as he slowly started to look like himself again.

“Now,” Ryuuji stepped back, looking satisfied with his work, “for the tail. Want me to do it, or do you wanna try it?”

Rin’s tail flicked along Ryuuji’s arm. He didn’t trust a lot of people with his tail. It hurt like hell if they were rough, and any time the fur went the wrong way it was the most horribly annoying sensation.

Ryuuji wasn’t rough, and it always felt relaxing to have him brush his fingers through Rin’s tail. Still…

“Can I try? I mean, I can’t get the base, but I can get the rest?”

Ryuuji’s fingers slipped through the fur on his tail, and Rin shivered. “Sounds good.” He pressed against Rin’s back to reach around him for the dye, even though it would have been easier to just step around, and took longer about doing it than he needed to. Rin soaked up the affectionate touch and tried to keep himself from leaning back into Ryuuji’s solid warmth.

It seemed to take only a handful of seconds for Ryuuji to finish his portion of Rin’s tail, and he felt like a contented pile of goo by the time Ryuuji was finished.

“Swear you’re part cat,” Ryuuji muttered with an amused smile, “ya always seem to start purring whenever you get relaxed.”

“Can’t help it,” Rin replied blithely as he took the tools from Ryuuji. He swallowed, met Ryuuji’s gaze, and tried to appear confident.

“Don’t stress, babe,” Ryuuji squeezed his elbow, “I’m right here. I’ll stop you if it looks like you're gonna do something wrong. Can’t have you looking bad.”

Rin carefully pressed a kiss to cheek.

It wasn’t as hard as he thought it’d be, but it was still tricky. Still, this was probably easier than doing the hair on his head. He could move his tail around and see all of it fairly easily.

“You know,” Ryuuji said as he reclined back against the counter and watched Rin work, “you’ve got the advantage of white hair. You can dye it any color you want without having to bleach.” He smirked. “Shima will be so jealous.”

Rin considered himself as he combed the last bit of dye through his tail. “What colors should I go with?”

“As many as you want. You could do streaks, or solids, or hell, even gradient it. You got all the possibilities open to you.”

Rin set his supplies aside and released his tail. He tried to make sure it stayed back and away from Ryuuji and anything it might stain. Ryuuji helped him rinse out his hair and get rid of all the vaseline, and when he straightened to look at himself again, he smiled. That was the Rin he wanted to be. He looked like himself.

A glance showed Ryuuji staring as well. He had a small, fond smile on his lips, and it made Rin’s chest fill with warmth to see.

“Looks good.”

Rin beamed and turned to face his boyfriend. Throwing his arms around Ryuuji’s shoulders, he squeezed him close and pressed his damp head against Ryuuji’s cheek. “Thanks,” he murmured, grateful and giddy. “Now come on. I’m gonna make you a snack and then I wanna hear all about whatever weird thing Light has you doing now.”

Ryuuji groaned. “Yes, food, please. And you’re not going to believe it.”

Rin laughed and grabbed his boyfriend’s hand. This time when he walked by the mirror, it wasn’t to see any old man, it was just a mop of dark bluish hair, and a taller mop of warm brown hair. Just the way it should be.

[wild-west-wind]

Here’s that story I wrote yesterday. Posted on AO3 which I was previously unaware of, because some folks said that’d be easier for them and I live to serve.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: Major Character Death

Fandom: Original Work

Additional Tags: cw blood, cw violence, it's a messy little thing, and it is probably obvious I didn't put much thought into it

Grasshopper Pie     

In the hills above the town of Grasshopper, where once monsters roams the earth, something lies beneath the ground. Not quite dead, but not quite alive. Hungry.

(A little short story I banged out in a day. I don't like it.) (Overall there's a lot I'd like to change, but this is an exercise for me in saying "That's good enough," rather than lamenting over multiple versions of the same story.)

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Beneath the cut is the first ~1000 words or so.

About an hour north of Billings there’s a little town framed in a hollow by rocks as bright green as avocado flesh. Twenty people live there, give or take. Once there was a glacier nearby, full of dead grasshoppers, slowly melting, quickly rotting as they fell from their icy tomb. Free, finally, but only for a moment.

They called this town Grasshopper.

A dirty black truck rolled down Grasshopper’s main street, mostly empty, lined with forgotten storefronts. A milliner only identifiable from the painted sign on the brick side wall of a slumping building. An assay office, windows broken, stood beside the very much open general store. A diner flicked off it’s lights down the way. Much to Amaya Zigor’s dismay, they closed for lunch.

In the sagebrush speckled hills above Grasshopper, a group of students set up camp. Between open sided tents and awnings lay broad pits. In the green soil lay black fragments of bones. Long dead. Unlike the grasshoppers in the long-gone glacier, these would not rot. They already had.

Amaya pulled her truck up to the dig site, and backed it up. Fresh supplies in her back seat. Enough beer to drown a horse in her cooler. She wasn’t thinking about that, she wasn’t thinking about how her ice cream was melting in her plastic grocery bag, seeping into her upholstery. She was thinking about the fossils, the rocks. She was thinking they were wrong.

In the hills above Grasshopper, Montana, there were fossils. Bones of dinosaurs, bones of small reptiles. One damaged, but more-or-less articulated wing from an Azhdarchid that Jacob, a new student in the lab, was certain can be identified to the genus Quetzalcoatlus, which would have been cause enough to justify the night’s drinking if he hadn’t been full of shit.

Amaya sat down over the edge of one of their pits. Exposed in the upheaved earth, was a narrow bank of glassy black earth. Below it bone fragments. Above it, more bone fragments. Above that, the physical boundary marking the end of the Cretaceous, and the extinction of the non-avian dinosaurs. There were two impacts here, separated by centuries at least. Probably millennia. The fossils below the older impact were jumbled. Impact assemblages, she and her labmates were certain, but even those were odd. The taphonomy was strange. Bones died jet black, but in every fragment, every hollow, grew bright blue minerals, large and irregular crystal forms with no appreciable cleavage. The running guess was the mineral chalcanthite, but it was much too hard for a fingernail to scratch. In truth, no one, not even Dr.  Lee, had the slightest idea what was going on here.

Amaya Zigor was certain that, however this dig ended, she and her lab wound either be the stars of the next Society of Vertebrate Paleontology conference (next year in sunny Brisbane), or complete laughing stocks for their outrageous publications. Either way, she would leave Montana with a PhD, and folks would know her name.

A jolt ran up Amaya’s back, and she nearly fell into the pit, as Dr. Lee rested a heavy hand on her shoulder. His round face framed by long sideburns and horn-rimmed glasses.

“Amaya,” he said smiling, “You’ve been sitting here for half an hour.”

Amaya took a deep breath, and forced out a pale imitation of a laugh, “I have a lot to think about.”

“Don’t we all!” he said, sitting beside her, a little too close, “Have you seen pit three today? Shayna has been finding some excellent crocodilian material over there. Mostly osteoderms and teeth, but enough to diagnose a species I’m sure.”

Amaya didn’t respond. Lee was overly fond of Shayna. The whole lab knew they were fucking. The fossils in the ground knew they were fucking. The only person who didn’t know was the other Dr. Lee, whose hydrogeology projects out in California kept them apart just long enough for Dr. Lee the paleontologist to engage with his favorite students for some intensive extracurriculars. It didn’t help that Shayna screamed like a banshee in bed.

“I might have you go over and assist her tomorrow. I know you’ve been hard at work over here, but I think her finds should are worthy of pulling you off this side.”

Amaya turned to face her advisor, and flatly said “Of course.” Lee heard what he wanted.

“Good, I’m glad you understand. Try to get these jacketed by tonight, will you,” he said, gesturing to the eroded limb bones in pit seven, “wouldn’t want them to break down any more than they have.”

Amaya agreed, and retrieved her tools.

Even in the early evening, the summer sun beat down hard through a cloudless sky. Heat poured off the green earth below, light glinting off the blue crystals pocking the dig site. With dental picks and a brush at her side, Amaya set to work, exposing the underside of the therapod femur exposed in pit seven. She labored past sunset, prepped and dug and cleaned as she heard her lab around the campfire, heard them crack open cans of beer, and pass around a bottle of Wild Turkey. Crickets sang on the warm clear earth. Their natural rhythm undulating, rising and falling and thrumming with some unseen energy.

The ground under Amaya’s knees seemed to grow only warmer as she cleared rock away. As the air grew cool above her, the pit was hot and wet. A foul, implacable odor hung inside.

Most folks don’t know that fossils smell. Some of rotten eggs, some like a fresh asphalt road on a hot summer day. Pit 7 didn’t smell like either. Pit 7 smelled like electricity, like an old TV the moment it turned off, as static danced about the dying light on the screen, whipping motes of dust into a frenzy.

Below the femur the blue crystals grew more common, filling not just cracks in bone, but every pore of the rock as well. With every scrape of her pick the reek of the pit grew stronger. Blue sand replacing the green dust at the pit floor, until the blue crystal stopped giving way. Amaya scratched at in, and pulled at it, and watched as her picks failed against it. She pulled herself out of the pit, and staggered, her legs asleep and electric, back to the truck, where she retrieved a diamond pick, and a hammer. Chills ran down her arms and legs, as she found the air outside the pit was icy cold, frost creeping up the edges of her windows.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

[This Anon is referring to this game theory.]

...I can see that happening, yes. Crowley must, after all, appeal to those with a preference for glasses on their pretty boys.

This became its own set of shitpost headcanons in of themselves, but I will allow it for now because it supplements my ever-expanding pretty boy game theory. I only wrote for the students, NOT faculty because the list of students itself is already super long.

Enjoy.

Riddle wrote an entire speech to the headmaster about how he will contribute to NRC and improve the school community if he gets accepted. All of that went right out the window when Crowley clasped his hands during the interview and shouted about how Riddle is perfect. That strict persona, coupled with the contrast of his boyish appearance...it is perfect for appealing to those that like the youthful look, but still want someone respectable!

Trey had a relatively normal interview. Crowley was impressed by how reliable Trey seems to be--he’s sure to make use of Trey’s “big brother”/”boy next door” vibes for NRC advertising. He didn’t find out about Trey’s thing for dental hygiene until after Trey was already accepted, but Crowley was quick to dismiss it as a real concern because it’s not like he’s going to sell pictures of Trey brushing others’ teeth for extra profit (well, not unless there is a high demand for that).

Cater was very relaxed, even slouching a bit in his seat. He interrupted Crowely in the middle of one of his questions to ask to take a photo for his MagiCam account. Though Crowley found this to be a little irritating, he knew that social media is a good way to reach a wider audience. Having a handsome student well-versed in the use of the web and able to capture candid photos of his peers seems like a huge advantage to NRC’s social media presence!

Ace was super casual. He showed up a few minutes late and sat down without being given permission to. He’s nothing like his older brother, according to the records Crowley consulted. Ace’s brightness was able to charm Crowley in the interview, and he allows the trickster in just because of that infections, albeit shit eating, grin of his.

Deuce tried very, very hard to show off how “reformed” he was. Came to the interview in a full-on suit and gelled back hair so he looks like a responsible young man. Lost his shit mid-interview when Crowley brought up his past delinquency as a potential issue. He was still let in because Crowley knows “bad boys” with a soft side can be appealing to some.

Leona got to skip the interview. Not because he’s royalty or anything, but because Crowley knew just from reading Leona’s application and seeing his picture that he would be a worthwhile student to slap onto advertisements. THE ANGST PRACTICALLY WRITES ITSELF. Look at how handsome Leona is, and how dark his backstory is. You can change this arrogant, broken cat boy, Crowley will hawk at his audience, all you need to do is donate your money to NRC!

Ruggie was accepted for his mischievousness--and partly due to his sad history in the slums. He didn’t show up to the interview wearing the fanciest clothes, but there is a charm to his humility, his frugality. Crowley thinks that winsome laughter of his will net the school some extra cash. Some would love to dote on people like Ruggie, after all!

Jack has muscles, and that’s all Crowley needed to see to accept him. Sure, he may have only responded to interview questions with simple, short answers, sometimes punctuated by grunts, but...muscles. Crowley’s already thinking of throwing as many sports-related events as possible for the upcoming school year, just so Jack can get all hot and sweaty in front of a live audience. NRC merch sales will go through the roof.

Azul groomed himself for several hours in advance, and practiced interview questions with the Leeches beforehand. First impressions are very important, and attending NRC would be the opportunity of a lifetime! He performed very well and dressed sharply. When his interview wrapped up, Crowley started questioning his eyeglasses, which confused Azul a lot. He was told that he is accepted, granted that he maintains wearing spectacles. Azul, being the big brain octoboi that he is, understood Crowley’s game and complimented his shrewdness. Crowley killed so many birds with one stone by accepting Azul...he appeals to those that like smart boys, glasses, and...well, tentacles.

Jade & Floyd spent even more time preparing than Azul did. They are concerned about Floyd making an outburst or a comment that could jeopardize their acceptance--and if they don’t also get into NRC, then Azul will be all alone. To their surprise, Crowley accepted them a few minutes into the interview after he asked them to sit and just...interact with the other brother. He was shouting something about how twins are a “rare find” and that “people love having two lovers tease them” while furiously shaking both of their hands. They left the office very confused, while Crowley was smirking to himself about his great find. Not only do the Leeches have a strong brotherly bond that will melt people’s hearts, but their whole butler/bodyguard dynamic will play well off of Azul. And those fangs...that’s the cherry on top!

Kalim is automatically in thanks to that massive donation the Al-Asim family oh-so-generously gave to the school. It didn’t matter if he was bouncing off the walls and veering way off topic during the interview. Crowley knows that Kalim’s endless, youthful cheer is sure to appeal to someone.

Jamil is calm, poised, controlled. Almost too much so. Crowley was on the fence about him--doesn’t Jamil seem a little too boring upon first impression?--but his beauty is nothing to sneer at. He allows Jamil in, if only to be a companion to Kalim...and boy, does Crowley not regret that decision. People sure do love the “super repressed crazy one”, huh?

Vil came with a perfectly coordinated outfit and makeup, ready to kill the interview. A shame that Crowley cut it short to congratulate him on his acceptance. Such beauty and confidence will do well at NRC and shilling NRC merch...! His status as a MagiCam influencer and model is also sure to attract Crowley some sweet, free publicity!

Rook was dubbed “the token pervert” in Crowley’s mind the moment he strolled into the office for his interview. He took a great fascination with the headmaster himself, asking many personal questions and even if he can touch Crowley. A very forward lad, even back then. Still, there’s a market for these types of things! Rook’s French (one of the romance languages!) also played into his acceptance--multiingual people can have a broad appeal...!

Epel’s innocent outer appearance instantly won Crowley over, even though he didn’t speak clearly and didn’t wear nice clothes at the interview. Sure, he’s just the son of some farmers from a backwater town, but Epel is just so meek and beautiful! He’d be perfect for those in the public who want someone to take care of. That mild rebellious streak of his may also be popular!

Idia almost didn’t make it. He stuttered and mumbled through his interview, avoided eye contact, and sweated bullets the entire time. It also didn’t help that he looked so disheveled. Crowley forced Idia to change his clothes and wash his face to see how well he cleaned up--and Idia cleaned up very well. The headmaster let Idia in after that to have “otaku” type for advertisements and to potentially beg the Shrouds for donations. Plus, having another sharp-toothed boy doesn’t hurt. The Leeches can’t be the only ones that appeal to the public’s fang fetishists!

Ortho didn’t really have an interview. It was more like Idia made him one day and asked if Ortho could be enrolled as a student. Crowley just shrugged and let it happen. He’s sure that someone out there is into robots in “that” sense.

Malleus did not need an interview. His magical ability already speaks as to why he was an instant acceptance--and he’s related to the Great Witch of Thorns! That, combined with his commanding presence and mysterious allure, makes him a powerful force to be reckoned with. Plus, he has an emotional vulnerability behind all of that...

Lilia spooked Crowley by dropping in from the chimney. Despite this, he nailed the interview and now supplies Crowley with all the content he needs for his “thousand year old vampire that looks like a 12 year old” trope folder. He looks young, but he’s wise and will bite if you’re not careful! On top of all of that, Lilia has a fatherly side, which Crowley knows will make him endearing to some.

Silver fell asleep mid-interview...! Oddly enough, Crowley still accepted him despite that. Soft, sleep boys, after all, have their own sense of charm! Besides, what kind of self-respecting pretty boy fan wouldn’t want to stare at Silver’s peaceful face as he rests?

Sebek’s booming voice nearly sent Crowley flying out of his seat. So loud, and so assertive--yet Sebek also expresses his strong, burning desire to be at the Young Master’s side. Crowley knows that such devotion and boisterousness can be a charm point, so Sebek was accepted!

[vanillafrog]

Yes, Doctor

Pairing: Whiskey x Reader (AFAB Reader)

Summary: You have had a strong attraction to your dentist, Dr Jack Daniels, for years. Now is when finally make a move and what happens exceeds your expectations. 

Word Count: 2,673 

Warnings: smut!! unprotected sex, PinV, public?, doctor (dentist) kink, hat kink sort of, creampie, oral (f receiving), dentist!au, dirty talk

A/N: we were goofing off in the discord and dentist!Whiskey came out of it so of course I had to live write a whole fan fiction

Most hated going to the dentist. not that you could really blame them. The sterile environment and gleaming medical supplies were quite terrifying but yet here you were with another purposeful cavity. You just had to see him.

Dr Jack Daniels or as he is called by his peers, Whiskey

Whiskey was a cowboy who truly didn't know how to quit. He seemed to always wear a turtle neck under his lab coat and always smell of, well, whiskey and something else equally intoxicating.

He had been your dentist for a handful of years now even though you had moved a good distance away. There just wasn’t any other dentist who could ever make you feel as safe in their care as he did

Whether he was talking to you in his alluring country accent, moving his skilled hands over his tools or just looking at you with those deep eyes, he was safe. Even if he was older. Even if he probably wasn't as interested in you as you were him. He was it. He ruined every other man for you and you barely saw each other pass the yearly checkups and call backs.

This time, however, you had a plan. If it went wrong, that was fine, you would just pack up and go to another dentist closer to home. If it did work, well hopefully you were going to walk out the office with a limp and a cleaner smile.

You wore your most confident outfit. One that showed off your best assets but didn't make you feel like cowering under his intense stare. It was show time.

Walking in, the receptionist examined you and sighed. It was like she knew what your plan was before you even did. Then again, it wasn't like you were going to be the first person to try to seduce Whiskey. A man that attractive probably had clientele who came to him particularly for his looks.

The wait for your appointment was longer than usual but that was fine. Watching the news helped ease your nerves for the mean time. Let you pretend that you were just having a normal cavity fill in and that you definitely weren't planning on fucking your dentist in the dental chair.

A call of your name pulled you from your thoughts. In the entrance way to the back stood Whiskey. He filled up the door way with his board shoulders that flared inwards into his tight waist. His mustache was perfectly groomed as always.

He smiled at you as you made your way to him, eyes quickly roaming your figure. “It's always great to see you sugar," he said as he ushered you towards his work space. “Though, I have to say you might just be a little too sweet." he flashed a smirk with a wink over his shoulder to you. “So sweet you give yourself cavities."

His work space was the usual dentist set up, the desk by the entrance, the chair in the middle and the fluorescent lights that were bright enough to give the sun a run for its money. Yet, he had his own little knick knacks that made it his own.

A coat rack in the corner that held his leather jacket (that you have yet to actual see him wear but desperately need to) as well as his cowboy hat. there were some pictures on the wall from normal dentist mumbo jumbo to more western themed pictures. the man was definitely dedicated to his aesthetic.

“Okay honey, hold right on to that chair and i'll be right back.” Whiskey's eyes took in your appearance once more before walking out the door. the chair was as uncomfortable as another other. just a hard plastic thing with little to know cushioning but it would do what you needed it for.

With a deep breath, you sat back onto the chair, lifting your legs onto the edge but allowing them to be spread allowing the perfect view for Whiskey when he walked into the door.

Was the plan overly risky? Yes. Was there a possibility that someone else could see you? Most definitely. But there was no time to argue the logistics of your half assed plans when the throbbing in your cunt only intensified when you first laid eyes on the cowboy.

You moved to unbutton your jeans before your eyes moved back towards the corner. his hat. without a moment of thought you got up to get it, laying it on top your head before repositioning yourself on the chair.

With unbuttoned jeans, you shoved your hand into your jeans then underwear, slowly teasing your clit with your fingers while keeping your lust filled eyes on the doorway. Please don't let anyone else see this. You begged to whatever god was listening. Though if god were real, he wouldn't exactly approve of your actions right now.

The moments rolled by, the light pressure on your clit was driving you closer to release. Maybe it was how scandalous this all was that was making you all hot and bothered. Maybe it was Whiskey's hat on your head that smelled so strongly of him. Who knows? Didn't matter the moment he stepped into the doorway, file in hand.

Whiskey froze. Eyes widening as lips parted. His eyes danced back and forth between your hidden hand and his hat. It was like he didn't know which was more gorgeous to see. “Jack,” you whimpered pulling him out of his trance.

He threw the file on to his desk, slamming the door behind him and barely giving any thought into locking it. “Well aren't you just looking all pretty sitting there on my chair wearing my hat." His grin was downright feral making you whine.

“Jack please.”

“What do you want honey? You want to cum?" He stood as the edge of the chair, right out of reach. You nodded your head, increasing the pressure and speed on your clit. “Then make yourself cum. Be a good girl and I’ll lick that pretty pussy clean.” Shit, you didn't expect this exact scenario but damn was it hotter than what you originally thought of.

He tilted his head toward the side while he watched your chest increase speed as you got closer to orgasm. “Shit sugar if i had known you wanted my cock so badly I would've given it to your years ago." He kneeled onto the chair, pressing his hands on either sides of your hips so he wasn't touching you but your faces were close enough together that if you just moved an inch, you would get to kiss those lush lips that plagued your thoughts.

“Don't be shy baby, cum for me.” And sure enough, his deep drawl pushed you over the edge. A loud moan had started to make its way out of your mouth before his hand shot up to grab your throat and pull your mouth towards his, suppressing the noise. He devoured your lips like it was his last meal while on death row.

It was hard and pressing but so right that you didn’t want it to stop. You didn't even notice that you moved your hairs until you were tugging his hair to pull his body even closer towards yours. He growled, fucking growled. And if that sound alone didn't reignite the flame inside you then his next actions would've burned you alive.

He abruptly pulled around, grabbing your legs and forcing you to lay half on the chair while your body half was held up by him. “You want me, baby?" You nodded while trying to push your hips towards his making him slap your jean covered thigh. “Use your fucking words, baby."

“Yes yes please, need it so bad.” You barely sounded like yourself, voice high pitched and whiny but who gave a shit when this literal embodiment of walking sex practically ripped your pants and panties down your legs like they offended him. He didn't even bother acting kindly towards your shoes or socks, just throwing them to the side with your clothes before biting your bare ankle.

A low moan escaped your lips as he began to trail kisses up your calf while lowering himself to the ground. His mustache tickled the inside of your leg making you squirm. “Keep moving-" he mumbled in your leg, sucking a large hickey on the inside of your thigh. “And i won't tongue fuck your cunt." He bit down. “And i've been dreaming of how you taste for so long so don't break my fucking heart baby."

You stayed as still as you could as he got to your glistening folds. His dark eyes took in how wet you were for him and he groaned. “Shit.” He settled one leg onto his shoulder and the other pushed off to the side, giving him the prefect view. “This all for me?"

“Jack please." He smacked your thigh, his hand rubbing away the heat of it as though it was second nature to soothe. “It's fucking doctor to you, do you understand?" You nodded quickly

“Yes doctor." He nosed at your pubic bone, so close to where you need him.

“Tell your doctor what the problem is.” His warm breath hitting your cunt making your hips twitch.

“I need- I need you so bad,” you stammered.

“I’m already here, baby.” He moved towards the junction of your hip and thigh, sucking marks into it. Whiskey was going to make sure you walked out of here with a reminder of who owns you.

“Doctor please.” He bit down harshly, a warning. “Need your mouth, please.” He grinned into your skin before finally enveloping your heat with his mouth.

You bucked up into him, forcing him to lay one arm over you to keep you where he wanted. “You taste better than any of the finest nectar god could ever make.” His tongue circled your clit as a finger teased your entrance. You could barely hear anything pass the blood pumping in your ears as he pushed a thick finger into you.

You clenched around him trying to get used to the intrusion. It's been years since you've been with anyone. You weren't lying when you said Whiskey had ruined any other person for you. He pulled back to look at how your pussy looked wrapped around his finger. He couldn’t help but add another and groan.

“You’re so fucking tight and hot.” He curled upwards, finding your g-spot making your back arch and your breath to hitch. “Your’e gonna feel so damn good around me." He latched onto your clit again, sucking harshly while starting to pound you with his fingers.

“Need you to cum again.” He swirled his tongue. “Need you to cum again for me, pretty girl." It was like his life mission was to pull you apart. He worked you over bringing you right to the edge, just teetering there. “Cum for your doctor, sweet girl." And there were the magic words that pushed you over, screaming his name and some expletives. Whiskey didn't even bother trying to smother your noises this time.

Working you through your orgasm, he pulled away and looked at your hazy eyes. He couldn't help to smile. He was proud of being able to wreck you and he planned on doing it again and again, as many times as you would allow him.

Your mind cleared up as he moved to unbuckle his belt that you just realized was a flask. At any other time you would probably laugh at it but with his hands pushing down his jeans and boxers, allowing his cock to spring free, your mind was only able to produce one thought. You wanted him to fuck your mouth.

You reached out and caressed him. He moaned out loud, grabbing your wrist to pull you away. “Baby as much as I wanna see your pretty lips on me as I mark your throat, we'll have to do that next time." He placed a gentle kiss on your lips making your heart soar. Next time. “I still have to fill in your cavity after I fill up your pretty cunt." He pushed you to lay back down while stroking his hard cock.

“Shit baby I don't-" You cut off his worrying with a simple whiney "safe" while wrapping your legs around his hips to pull him towards you. The groan he let out as his dick rubbed your wet pussy was definitely what was sending you to hell but it was more than worth it to feel him run himself along your cunt, gathering your juices.

He pushed in and fuck fuck fuck. He was so thick. It felt as though he was splitting you in half. Whiskey waited a moment as he saw you struggling to take his length. He rubbed your stomach, helping your relax around him. Once he felt you loosen up around him, he pushed the rest of himself into you with a low "shit" that came out so deep you felt in vibrate in your chest.

He filled you to the brim. There was no one that would ever make you feel as whole as Whiskey did at this moment. He leaned over you, covering you half naked body with his fully clothed on. That's when he began to move. Slow at first, letting you feel every vein and ridge of him.

“Baby girl,” his eyes glued to yours. “You fit me so well.” He began to snap his hips harder, making your claw at his lab coat. “Fucking made to be filled by me, to be fucked by me."

His lips smashed onto yours, clacking teeth together as he owned your mouth the same way he was owning your pussy. “You like this huh?" He pulled back, forcing your legs onto his shoulders. “You like being fucked by your dentist while you wear his hat?" His hand moved between your thighs, finding your bundle of nerves with precision. “Shit when I-“ You tightened around him and he groaned.” When i walked in and you were were wearing my fucking hat and touching yourself," he pushed his hips in an upwards angle making him hit your g spot. You were chanting his names while clawing at his seat.

“I got so fucking hard for you. You feel how hard you made me. All. The. Fucking. Time." He pronounced each word with a harsh slap of his hips against yours. You whined. “Getting close, sugar?" You arched your back up, trying to move your hips as much as you could to help push him inside you. He chuckled. “Soak my cock baby, make me yours."

The power this man had was unbelievable. You came harder than the previous two times. It was like heaven's gates crashed down onto you. He continued to thrust into you, grabbing your hips with both of his large hands. “Can't wait to fill you up, can't wait to see you dripping with my cum." You gasped out a "please" making him still in you and throb. Ropes of his cum coated your walls as his hold on your hips was tight enough to bruise but none of that was as important as how beautiful he looked cumming.

His plush lips in an O shape as his eyebrows knitted together and his Adam's apple bobbed with the moan he let out before moving forward and leaning over you, still inside.

You both stayed like that for awhile, catching your breath. He moved his lips to brush yours. “If you wanted a free toothbrush, you could've just asked baby."

You laughed loudly as he nuzzled your neck. Whiskey pulled out making you both wince. His eyes glued to the apex of your thighs, watching as his cum dripped out of you.

“After this appointment, we're going back to my place for round two baby." You smiled at him as he tucked himself back into your pants and grabbed yours.

“Yes, doctor."

[supernatural-freek]

Knife To My Throat

Dean x Sister!Reader, Sam x Sister!Reader

Synopsis: Hello! I have a very angsty request!!! Winchesters x sister!reader. The reader is the boy's half sibling and always seems to be forgotten. She goes through memories of them forgetting about her for early years to present. [Never picked up from school, left behind on a hunt, having to clean up after them,stuck with research,chores,ect.] It makes her snap when she was put in a life threatening situation[kidnapped for a couple of months] and they didn't even notice she was not in the bunker.

NOTE: This is a lot sadder than I thought it would be, I’m so sorry. I’m also sorry if this wasn’t quite what you were looking for but once I started I couldn’t stop and- I mess around with the ages too, so don't worry about the canon ages.

There is a trigger warning for this one. It’s not the happiest of one shots.

REQUESTED

MASTERLIST

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Your life passes in snapshots.

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You’re 12, the product of something between your mom and a man whose two sons stare at you with blatant resentment. You’ve slandered something, soiled someone’s image or reputation. They’ve come to your school, you see, and they know who you are. They don’t take you with them when they leave, and you’re not sad to see them go.

When you tell your mom that the Winchester boys can’t possibly be your brothers, she laughs sadly until she starts crying and holds you tightly throughout the night.

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She dies when you’re 14, two years after Sam and Dean had taken one look at you and decided that didn’t want you. Someone contacts John, and you hear the Impala before you see it. It’s a majestic beast, big and proud and growling. You desperately want to touch it.

John does’t let you stay for the funeral. He’s not being cruel, he’s just gotta get back to something. You sit in the back with Sam while Dean sits in the front with John.

“I don’t really hate you,” Sam whispers, sneaking you a lolly. You take it shyly. Sam smiles. “I’m Sam.”

“I know,” you say, and his smile grows instead of wavering, and you know that things won’t be too bad if Sam’s around.

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Sam leaves when you’re 16, a teenage girl who’s prone to flinching at sudden movements but can stand next to a firing gun and have a spine of steel. Sam storms out the front door in a flurry of anger and deadly hate. John shouts something about not coming back, and Sam shouts back that he doesn’t care, and then the door slams.

He doesn’t say goodbye.

Dean comes to your bed that night, wordlessly asking for comfort. You roll over and let him lie next to you before you’re cuddling in to his side and crying as silently as you can. Dean’s body shakes, but the darkness hides if he’s got tears too. You fall asleep like that, and when you wake up, Dean’s already moving around the room and there’s no way to tell if last night had been real.

When you, Dean and John pile into the Impala, you think that it’s awful lonely in the backseat.

You miss your brother.

.

You’re almost 18 when you and John have your first real fight. You’ve argued before, fuck knows John can’t be around another living thing without arguing with it, but this time there’s a slap from you and a threat from him and Dean has to step in the middle.

He picks John over you. 

You can’t say it doesn’t hurt, but it’s expected. You stare at them, so alike in their feelings and their actions and their pain, and you scoff and shake your head and say, “I hate this family.”

“You aren’t hunting, Y/N, and that’s final!”

“And why not?” You shout back, and Dean groans because here you both go again. It’s the same argument you’ve just finished, but the anger is still rippling under your skin so you don’t walk away. “Am I just some glorified nurse? Here to clean up the messes?”

“You weren’t supposed to be my responsibility,” John seethes. He’s said it before. It doesn’t really hurt much anymore. “I’ve already lost Sam because of this life. I won’t lose you too.”

You give up fighting. It’s too tiring. You can’t be bothered.

.

When you’re 19, Dean comes back half-dead and without John.

You keep calm and stitch him back together again, going through too much alcohol and too many strips of cloth. You run out of dental floss for stitches, but you make fucking do, because if Dean dies on your watch, you may as well die too.

He’s not coherent the whole time he’s with you, mumbling about ghouls and blood and John, but you can’t spare a second to worry about John now, not if you want Dean to live. You manhandle him, pretending that he’s just drunk and not concussed and bleeding out. 

“Fuck you,” you hiss at him as you cover him with the sheets on the bed, sitting by his side as he sinks into a troubled sleep. “You problematic fuck.”

John doesn’t come back until three days later. He’s not horribly injured, but the claw mark on his chest has smeared blood all over his front and he looks like death incarnate. He sees Dean, still unconscious on the bed, and grunts, settling into the seat at the table and closing his eyes.

“Fucking ghoul,” he sighs, and then you’re attacking him with whatever medical supplies you have left.

Dean wakes up the next day, takes the keys, and drives you and John far away from that little town. You never tell him that you left your story book on the bedside table. 

It had been the last thing you’d had of your mothers.

.

You’re 22 when Sam truly settles back into hunting. 

You know he misses Jess, know that he’s got too much weight on his shoulders, know that he wants to find Dad just so he can go back to pretending he doesn’t miss his old life. But he settles into it after a while, sitting in the front seat with Dean. 

It’s still lonely in the back.

.

You’re 23 when John dies. 

Dean and Sam are without injuries. You have a broken arm that doesn’t get properly treated before you’re leaving the hospital in the dust, the taste of ash still on your tongues.

.

Everything goes to shit when you’re 24. There’s something about Sam, him being a Chosen One, and Dean says that John had wanted him to kill your brother, and it’s all so confusing. You know about the visions, and you trust the visions, but then Sam and the other kids like him are mutating into something else and you’re afraid.

You know it’s the Demon, good old Yellow-Eyes, but you don’t matter to him. You don’t matter to anybody. Bobby sees you sometimes, but that’s because Bobby is an old soul in an old body and knows what it is to be in the background.

Ellen sees you too, but only because you remind her of Jo. “Don’t let them boys walk all over you,” Ellen tells you one day, when you’re sitting at the counter at the Roadhouse after the boys had taken off on one of their adventures without remembering you. “Honey, you aren’t a doormat.”

“I’m not much of anything,” you tell her and then you finish your beer and motion for another.

.

You’re 25 when Sam dies and Dean sells his soul and leaves you with two brothers who are forever tainted with the cold tang of death.

Dean shoots the Demon.

You’re 25 when you look at schooling options for adults.

.

The Hellhounds come for Dean sometime after you turn 26, and you have nightmares about Sam’s cries and Dean’s blood until you have to start taking extreme measures, like pills and alcohol and concussions.

You and Sam crash at Bobby’s house once, and you sleep easier than you have since your brother went to Hell. 

When you wake up, Sam is gone and he doesn’t come back. Bobby looks at you with pitiful eyes, but you keep your head down and make yourself a list of permanent chores to do just so you have a purpose and won’t have to kill yourself.

.

Dean comes back while you’re still 26. You’ve given up on schooling, which is good, because Dean wants to look for Sam, and you have to scramble to get in the back seat of the Impala before he takes off with a squeal of the tires.

Bobby sits in the front. It’s not any less lonely in the back. You seem to care less now, and you wonder if it’s because the nightmares have sucked out your soul and no you’re just hollow and beaten and sad, and you don’t care anymore that your brothers don’t really care about you.

.

Sam causes the Apocalypse. You’re turning 28 the next day.

.

You meet Cas when you’re 28, but you aren’t important so he doesn’t see you. The angels don’t see you, your brothers don’t see you, and Bobby loses sight of you somewhere along the way. You slip through the cracks.

You go on a hunt on your own and it goes fine. 

You’re disappointed that you don’t die.

.

You’re 29 when Sam jumps in the Pit with Lucifer and Michael. Cas isn’t God, and you aren’t important enough for anybody to take as leverage. Zachariah had taken Adam and Sam, but he hadn’t taken you and that should tell you to quit while you’re ahead, but you’ve already decided you’re a lot cause with school and there’s nowhere else for you to go. 

Dean goes to Lisa and Ben. Cas disappears. You float around and you pretend you have purpose. You think your name becomes a legend amongst the hunters. Something about you being a ghost, here one moment and gone the next. 

You’re too cold to cry, really.

.

You’re 30 when you attempt to kill yourself and fail.

.

Nobody comes to get you until you’re 32. Sam loses and gains his soul in that time. There’s someone named Samuel. There’s Alpha monsters and Death and walls in minds that shatter far too easily, and then Cas is the new God, but he’s sick.

You run into the boys on a hunt. Dean says your name with the reverence of someone who has seen God and laughed. He talks to you, and it’s nice, and then he tells you about Leviathans and Cas and your heart breaks and you crawl into the back seat of the Impala and stare out the window.

Hunters still talk about the Ghost.

Dean doesn’t know that it’s you.

.

You’re 33 when Dean and Cas go to Purgatory, and you’re 34 when Dean comes back.

You’re 33 when Cas comes back, too.

.

You’re 35 when Metatron casts the angels out of Heaven and Sam fails the Trials. It’s a mess, but there’s Kevin and the Bunker, and the angels falling look like dying stars and it’s oddly beautiful.

Kevin likes you. It’s strange because Kevin doesn’t really like anybody else. You think that its nice to be seen, but then there’s Crowley and demons and your brothers are important again and you quietly make enough food that nobody stares and clean up afterwards. 

Your room stays bare. Nobody comments. You don’t think Sam or Dean could point out which room you claimed as your own anyway.

.

You’re 37 when Dean gets the Mark of Cain. It’s scary and it makes him into something harsher and more unstable. You try and keep quiet around him, because he seems almost hyper-aware of you now and he keeps eyeing you.

You make food and you do beer runs because that’s the role that they accept, and that’s the role you know. Charlie braids your hair once. It feels like something a sibling would do.

.

The Darkness brings Mary back when you’re 38. 

Mary looks at you once, understands who you are and what you represent, and then she turns to her boys and smiles. You are 39 years old in a world that doesn’t want you, and you’re invisible to everybody in the damn room.

You can’t harbour any anger for Mary though.

You’re just so unbearably tired.

.

You’re on the cusp of turning 39 when someone steals you off the road when you’re waiting for the boys to come out from questioning a witness. You don’t know who they are, but you know they want information on your brothers, they want someone to experiment with.

They want a hunter.

They want the Ghost.

Torture becomes old soon enough, so they play mind games. It takes them a while to adapt to your apathy though, but once they understand that forcing you to imagine your brothers being nice hurts more than making you think they hated you, things get going.

You don’t talk. But you hurt.

You hurt, you hurt, you hurt.

.

You’re 39 when you make your escape, killing everybody there and returning to the Bunker covered in blood and wounds and you are afraid.

“What the fuck,” Dean says in a tight voice as you stumble down the stairs. Cas is already charging towards you, a glowing hand held out. You flinch away. but he’s persistent, and your wounds close slowly. “Y/N?”

Sam stares at you with wide eyes. You stare back without saying anything. Cas gently brushes his hand over your shoulder. You croak miserably and he pulls away.

“Where were you?” Dean asks.

(You’re 39 when you realise that nobody had noticed you were gone.)

You turn away, intent on going back to your plain little room, but someone holds your arm and you can’t take the touch. “Stop,” you beg and whoever is holding you lets you go. 

“What-” Sam gets cut off by the guttural wail that rips from your throat.

“I was gone for months!” You seethe, voice cracking and rasping. You are 39 and you are breaking, breaking, breaking. “You didn’t come for me, you’ve never come for me.”

The Ghost, the Ghost, the Ghost.

“I am nothing and I am nobody, but I should have been somebody  and you took that from me and I don’t know what I’m supposed to do now.”

Cas reaches for you again. “Let me ease your troubles,” he says and fingers touch your forehead and nothing happens. “You are in too much pain.” he murmurs. “I am sorry.”

“So am I,” you whisper, and then you turn away from your brothers and you go to your plain little room.

.

You are 39 and half-Winchester when you press a gun to your temple and pull the fucking trigger.

[punkscowardschampions]

Janis & Jimmy

Janis: Guess who 💀👑 and #2 reckon keyed Lucas’ motor

Janis: Sherlock and Watson they ain’t, not even in the gay fanfic type of way #2 wishes

Jimmy: If they ain’t saying it were Asia’s 🦷🦷 when she tripped and fell on her clonky school heels to guilt trip her into the dentists chair for a bit of cosmetic, dunno who they think they are

Janis: When they’re too intent on the faux flex to gaslight gatekeep girlboss 💔😱

Janis: She’s tryna put about that it was Pablo because she MIGHT have mentioned to him that Lucas was being SO creepy trying to get her to sign up for some club

Janis: which never fucking happened and if it did we all know she’d be all over that #teachercrush content like a rash

Jimmy: her romantic gesture’ll backfire when he and Lucas find out

Jimmy: 💔😱 is right

Janis: not supplying her that 💡 not even to smash it over her head

Janis: maybe she reckons daddy gives enough of a shit to get him off

Jimmy: gutted you don’t have any 📷📼 to supply to the head and make it look like he did do it

Jimmy: 💔😱 be doubled when she works out daddy’d be first in line to call the 🚔👮 but Bill’s faves her and that lad still ain’t

Janis: Didn’t have my 📷man to hand so I’ll let her do her own dirty work

Janis: as it’s more likely she’s 💔😱 dating a black boy didn’t get daddy’s attention before now

Janis: desperate times, like

Jimmy: @#2

Jimmy: her time might FINALLY be coming OMG!!!!!

Janis: If she weren’t too pussy to suggest going that way

Janis: her pretending she’s in any way impressed over his 💘💪 is hilarious though

Jimmy: be fair mate, it’s a tall pillow wall and she’s very weak, impressive if she could lift enough 🥂🍾🍸🍹 to have it be a goer

Jimmy: Mia’s dad is well unforgettable, it’s blackout or nowt

Janis: That we’re all agreed on

Janis: some things worth shopping your boyfriend for 😩😩

Jimmy: today’s 🎨 can’t compete, obvs, but

Jimmy: [send it anyways]

Janis: s’alright, literally none of us believe he keyed it up for her and it weren’t my finest work so no 🎨

Janis: [post that and gush in the ways you can’t]

Jimmy: I dunno, inspired me

Jimmy: not #goals to @ me for being easy pleased so you’ll have to take the compliment, like

Janis: or out myself as the real culprit so I guess I’ll have to

Janis: was worth it before even getting us out of detention anyway, prick deserves it

Jimmy: need a 🥇 fake 🐕 to lure kids into that car now, worth it to feel special when it’s just us

Janis: When kids these days just aren’t impressed by the B-rate sports car you pay a grand a month for 💔

Janis: Dunno why he bothers, ask next lesson

Jimmy: *anyone

Jimmy: 🎻🎻

Jimmy: could be his missus used to crack on how his fucked exhaust does 🤞 he answers that bit of the q&a

Janis: 😂

Janis: It’s that or subject himself to more alone detention time and we all remember how hard he was protesting

Janis: Bill’s well suspect

Jimmy: and a fuming 👻 ain’t nowt to 😂 about

Jimmy: he’s already pushing it with how he interprets Bill’s work

Jimmy: can’t wait for when 💀👑 tries to give her lad credit as the dickhead who held the dagger

Janis: 🙄 he threw the first brick pass it on

Janis: reckon the class is gonna be expecting a full 🥀🌞🌝☠️🔪 reenactment from us as is

Jimmy: pass the 🧱 more like

Jimmy: the tights an’ all, duh, born ready for my close up, me 🎭🏆

Janis: I know

Janis: gutted I ain’t got any on me

Janis: @Asia?

Jimmy: Lucas won’t be, made it piss easy for his under the desk 📷 to get a decent 🩲🦵 close up, you

Janis: Oh tah, just what I wanted to be 💭 about

Jimmy: 😘 no need to thank me, Jules

Jimmy: gotta get you in the mood for our scene in a bit somehow, all in a day’s work

Janis: Not complaining

Janis: If Asia weren’t in there we could not but she’s deffo 🐀 #1

Jimmy: if there were a bloody nurse you’d have somewhere to send her for it, have to be Lucas’ boot 💔

Janis: Another day, another DNA sample

Janis: wouldn’t need no 🐕 to convince her to get in either

Jimmy: it’ll be the dental records ⏲🚨 on this one, hun, every dickhead’d know them 🦷🦷 from anywhere

Janis: 🦷🦷🏆?

Jimmy: necklace were a good shout 🎁 before

Jimmy: long as you promise you ain’t getting bored

Janis: [selfie like 🤞]

Jimmy: 👍😁👍

Jimmy: thought I were gonna open that up to be a 🤏

Janis: I save that response for dick pics exclusively

Jimmy: I’m gonna have to save that til I fake need a piss there’s 🚫📷 but miss’d still 👀🍿 if I had a go here

Janis: Dunno if it counts as a compliment to say I don’t think she’d be the only one, like

Jimmy: Tammy’d have it on tiktok and she don’t have a neck to stretch

Janis: can’t be giving her all those views for free, babe

Jimmy: onlyfans or nowt ✔️

Janis: 💰 beats 👏

Jimmy: Bill’s the only dickhead who’d disagree

Janis: 👻 don’t pay bills, or need to eat

Janis: #checkyourprivilege

Jimmy: only keep him about to run up Ian’s electric with all the pissing about he does with the lights 🎬

Janis: I’ll be finding you 💀 before final curtain at this rate

Janis: you know how sensitive he is

Jimmy: 🤞

Janis: Bit rude

Jimmy: *easy

Jimmy: he don’t even need no 🍆📷

Janis: We’ve all heard the rumours

Jimmy: 💔 I’ll have to 💭 of owt else to spread to get the gals to 🤐❌

Janis: That is what we’re best at, though

Jimmy: 💪🏆🥇

Janis: Something like that

Jimmy: So go on

Jimmy: what’s your 💡?

Janis: Your confidence in me is inspiring

Janis: either that, or you’ve got ❌💡 of your own

Janis: Really though, it’s never been hard to get them to talk about what we want instead

Jimmy: you could give Lucas a smack while you’re holding your keys, that’d be a piss easy one up, say you’re defending my honour an’ all

Janis: Be a bit weird when I’m the one getting upskirted

Janis: Guess I could fight Miss instead though

Janis: 👀🍿 redirect

Jimmy: nowt #goals about lasses kicking off and pulling each others hair and that, Jasmine

Janis: If she was younger and less frumpy, there would be

Janis: ask any #lad

Jimmy: you can crack on when they’re in your DMs, meant to be the opposite of what you’re after but

Janis: Probably less annoying than the group chat at this point

Jimmy: Dunno how you can say that when Asia can’t keep the #goss straight or reply in the proper 🗨️

Janis: [purposely mislead her some more in said chat like whoops]

Jimmy: there you go 😁😁😁 now you’re living, laughing and loving life, babes

Janis: ✌️😘

Jimmy: [join in cos why not]

Janis: [love hiding behind the fake]

Jimmy: [tbf how stupid Asia is would be fun]

Janis: [bless her heart]

Jimmy: [send her a selfie like ✌️😘 when you’re done messing with Asia because she sent you the fingers crossed one earlier and why not again, it’s not like we’re in class or anything]

Janis: [honestly, the levels there’s no point y’all turning up rn lmao, like to think there’s someone caught off guard in the background like huh ‘cos same]

Janis: [name] looking fit af

Jimmy: IKR!!?? 😍😍🤤

Janis: SO lucky today, you

Jimmy: *every day with you, girl

Janis: Pssst, Group chat’s the other window

Jimmy: fuck’s sake!

Jimmy: tah for that

Jimmy: [does post something in there obvs because fuck Mia having all the attention ever and especially for this]

Janis: [just making it clear we don’t believe you hen without incriminating ourselves here]

Jimmy: 🗨️ SUCH bollocks today, her

Janis: When is she not

Janis: idk how anyone that ain’t Asia ever believes her

Jimmy: when she’s necking a latte or a soul, either/or

Janis: devouring virgins/cheating on the boyf who clearly loves her SO much

Jimmy: might be a good time for all that evidence to get leaked, lad’s gonna be fuming she’s setting him up for detention with sir who loves his motor SO much

Janis: You agree then?

Janis: give a shit what happens to him but she shouldn’t get exactly what she wants, ever

Jimmy: she should get dumped if he’s a real #lad

Janis: and found out as the snitch and 🐍 she is

Jimmy: When do you wanna do it?

Janis: 🤔

Janis: I think we need to do it so when she 👀 him at lunch today he’s found out

Janis: we can stick about to 👀 her reaction too

Jimmy: 👍

Jimmy: I'll take that fake piss a bit before

Janis: make use of an English lesson for a change

Jimmy: @Bill and sir for the poll on who’s more 💔🎻😭

Janis: What they’re missing in attention is made up for in #drama so they’ll both be living 👻👻

Jimmy: lunch room’s lighting is LITERALLY 🔥🔥🔥

Janis: If you’re copping to a bit of light arson rn

Janis: pretty offended you didn’t invite me

Jimmy: you would do if I’d joined Liz and Bev and not sent you nowt of me wearing a tabard

Jimmy: can’t take no credit for them smoke rings

Janis: 💔🎻😭 would be TOO real

Janis: no dodgy dinner is healing that heartbreak

Janis: 😎 before you, don’t you know

Jimmy: *🚬 before it were 😎 you mean

Janis: You mean you don’t think being 😎 is ONLY about the 🚬?

Janis: Interesting

Jimmy: never said that, just they’ve got ages on my 45 year habit

Janis: Liz is 38, she’ll have you know

Janis: absolutely not and a bold lie to go with but she’s not knocked off three decades so you have her beat there

Jimmy: trying to have herself in the running for my next new mum, I get it

Janis: 🍳 & 🧼 literally her 9-5

Janis: couldn’t be more his type

Jimmy: 🤞 won’t bother her to lie about her name an’ all

Janis: ?

Jimmy: Lizzie or Lizzy at least, gotta be if she’s after the 🏆 off Ian

Janis: Gotcha

Janis: I’ll let her know

Jimmy: @38isthenew21

Janis: ‘course you know 😏

Janis: just need to update mummy of # in the bio, easy

Jimmy: had to take 🚬 breaks with someone before you

Jimmy: ‘course I’m chuffed to stop using that newboyproblems # though

Janis: be a total awh moment if I didn’t know you loved it

Jimmy: love the 🎻🎻🎻 an’ all, no need to do a poll there

Janis: soz to rob you of the 🎼

Jimmy: I’ll live, miss’ll sort a tune for us before the lesson’s done, can’t help herself, her

Janis: 😬🔫

Jimmy: be on Tammy’s tiktok in a bit if you’re that gutted to be missing out

Janis: ole reliable

Jimmy: keep a bullet with her name on

Janis: #schoolshootervibesonly

Janis: be afraid to DM you fuck all then

Jimmy: if only Ian were decent enough at his job to get one with the yanks 🥔💥🔫 ain’t 💀💀💀 nobody

Jimmy: and it’ll be a right ball ache to stop her eating all the ammo any road

Janis: Sacrilege

Janis: don’t @ my nan

Jimmy: don’t reckon it’d come up if I did do but alright

Janis: He is always risen, dickhead 🙌

Jimmy: 😏

Jimmy: sounds like something you’d find on a 🚽 wall

Jimmy: you the next Banksy or what?

Janis: you gonna let me borrow your pen?

Jimmy: what’s mine is yours, babe

Jimmy: crack on with your ✒️🙏🍆 old school style thirst tweets

Janis: [obvs do that on your desk like there we go]

Jimmy: [do the pisstakey Mr Lucas @ on yours like there you go if you need a REAL man]

Janis: Not long now, babe

Janis: hold on, like

Jimmy: 🚢🌊🥶 vibes only

Janis: You wish

Janis: good news is the poor little rich girls here are half her size so you could squeeze on 👍

Jimmy: Better news is I ain’t gonna leave you pissing about til you’re 👵 before you get to 💀💀💀 an’ all

Janis: Be shut in with the rest of the third class to drown whilst you and Mia are pissing about making it all about yous ✨

Jimmy: if I had to draw her naked it’d be the end of me

Janis: put me off my lunch, why don’t you 🤢🤢

Jimmy: you started it, dickhead

Janis: you wanna be someone’s bit of rough with floppy hair

Jimmy: I don’t wanna be nowt to any lass round here

Janis: yeah, obviously

Janis: not forgotten what we’re doing here, don’t worry

Jimmy: What then? You fancy me getting hair extensions?

Janis: Wrong sister

Janis: she’s probably got 90s Leo in her collection though so hit up the group chat

Jimmy: [obvs does like fancy a movie night soon gals? LOL]

Janis: [oh god imagine lmao, at least you can bring up/swoon over his actual movie double even though I know like none of y’all are gonna know who that is lol]

Jimmy: [might be fun to do a JJ/flatwhite sleepover vibe soon because it’ll be hilarious for them if Mia’s just been dumped and she suspects it’s y’all with the cheating reveal but can’t prove it, but yeah for now I can only imagine the hilariously stupid stuff Asia is saying because she’s got it so wrong]

Janis: [not so casually taunting her, we know you would and we love to see it and why not, poor Asia, you little idiot]

Jimmy: [send her the link to this wiki of how he gets killed in his films like kill me please babe I can’t deal with how stupid Asia is, hopefully don’t send it to the groupchat because they’d be like wut]

Janis: Fair play, some 💡 I hadn’t considered

Janis: the first years are like creatures, I could set them on you

Jimmy: Bit rude to leave me with a rep like Lucas’

Janis: how do you wanna be remembered then

Janis: fussy

Jimmy: can’t live up to a legacy like that, the man’s prolific, I’d be a piss poor 👥

Janis: Legendary, some would say

Janis: well he’s been creeping people out since my mum was here anyway

Janis: don’t reckon your ✨ is that bright

Jimmy: 💔🎻😭

Jimmy: be a top intro to my obituary, that, tah

Janis: Not got time to draft that right now

Janis: 💀👑 won’t dump herself, boy

Jimmy: don’t need us both and I said I’d sort it

Janis: So, what

Janis: I’ve got to fake eulogize you and you get to actually do something about her

Jimmy: do what you want for your alibi, Janet

Janis: What’s she gonna say, no one cares who got the pictures of her, it’s still her being the cheat

Jimmy: nowt ‘cause she’ll be 👀🔪🔪 at you sat at your desk while it’s happening

Janis: I can handle her 👀🔪🔪

Jimmy: and I can handle pushing a button

Jimmy: why are you bothered which one of us it is?

Janis: I thought we’d go over it together

Janis: make sure it’s max devastation

Janis: but do it yourself then, doesn’t matter

Jimmy: I thought you’d want her to have fuck all that’d put you on her suspect list, but alright, we’ll do it together

Jimmy: don’t matter to me

Janis: I don’t give a shit about her or whatever trouble she reckons she could cause me

Jimmy: come with me then

Janis: Now?

Janis: and where

Jimmy: 🚬?

Janis: Yeah

Janis: need it a 🤏

Jimmy: you gotta get better at signing before I can offer to deafen you, soz

Jimmy: have to stick with muting 💀👑 for a bit

Janis: the new 🧛‍♀️?

Janis: the only one begging to be turned ‘round here is #2 to stop the 💔

Jimmy: only time she’s ever been 🤏 #relatable

Jimmy: drain me to stop miss’ 🎼 getting in my head

Janis: her talent 🤯

Janis: 🤝 if you 💀 me too

Jimmy: 🤝

Jimmy: let’s go

Janis: [get out of whatever nonsense lesson you’re in with the vaguest of excuses ‘cos we clearly don’t care rn and show up at the smoking spot]

Jimmy: [likewise, I like to imagine him interrupting this teacher mid cringe song like excuse me haha, so obvs gonna play her the song which we’ve obvs recorded and sing along when we show up, after he’s done the usual thing of lighting them both up]

Janis: [thank goodness for your cringe madam because it will make us lol and not have to deal with the awks here]

Jimmy: [and you’ll always have smoking in silence, because you’ve done it loads of time when it’s not awkward so we can pretend it’s not this time but doing a feelsy lean rn too because we can only imagine what being in a lesson with Mia has been like]

Janis: [nothing compared to how the fam is over the shit nan fiasco still at this point, ‘cos you know she’s not stopped just ‘cos you pushed her lmao, just shaking our head like I don’t need it ‘cos you don’t think you deserve that yet really]

Jimmy: [what a shitshow you don’t even know is happening, but give her your pen so she can vent her feelings with some shady graffiti somewhere in this smoking spot, because we know damn well he’s always got a sharpie and it’s a throwback to when she asked for it earlier and you said you would so]

Janis: [we’re definitely going for that heartily because we know it will cheer you, do some that’s definitely matching whatever you’re going to put on the site with those pictures about Mia and do an unflattering doodle of her ripping some lad’s head off before offering the pen back like, and you?]

Jimmy: [gotta match the energy always with whatever we are saying and add to her doodle with a shitload of other victims cos gotta make it clear she's a massive slag]

Janis: [adding the names, whether you’ve heard she has or you’re just making it up]

Jimmy: [bit of both I'm sure and he's doing the same with their @s]

Janis: [trying not to get carried away with the pisstake ones but its funnier so we do, even if it makes it look less legit, we know it’ll be irrefutable anyway, soz babe]

Jimmy: [adding a very unflattering and heartbroken Ella not soz cos fuck you too gal you're a bitch always]

Janis: [idk what your actual damage is because surely you don’t love Mia but who knows, go off on a tangent and do the dinner ladies with their hair nets and fags just looking like 👀]

Jimmy: [make it so another dinner lady is going to get one of Mia's victims to put in the food and talking about budget cuts or something lol]

Janis: [🙄😏 at him ‘cos it’s funny but you’ve gotta call him a nerd without saying it, obviously add Lucas calling Mia a slag in a him way like #notpure]

Jimmy: [add the headteacher and school therapist watching on doing absolutely fuck all about any of this but standing really far away from the dinner ladies cos they think they’re better]

Janis: [teacher we said has a drink problem just with her bottle doing her thang]

Jimmy: [not saying add every teacher in the school but if there’s any others you especially don’t stan or who would be especially #disappointed in Mia’s behaviour, because would love to add her dad but that’d give us away haha]

Janis: [can’t give it away that easy lads, not that you care but still just not clever to put your drama on the wall like that lmao, stub out your 🚬 on Mia’s face dramatically like there]

Jimmy: [do a x through Mr Lucas’ head with your keys because simply must]

Janis: [blatant feelsy lean like good callback babe]

Jimmy: [offering her another 🚬 like you’ve got all the time in the world and haven’t just walked out of class]

Janis: [‘how much do you smoke a day?’ yes we is calling you out lowkey]

Jimmy: [a shrug that could either have the energy of idk idc or what do you care/mind your business or both because I don’t have an answer to that and he doesn’t answer qs basically ever]

Janis: [just a dramatic sigh as we sit down like cool, good chat but we aren’t done enough we’re going back to a boring lesson]

Jimmy: [sit down next to her not so close we’re saying something but not really far away because that’d be a fuck you and we’re not saying that either]

Janis: [kick a stone his way not in a violent way a #sporty way because we don’t know what else to do]

Jimmy: [nudge her like excuse you even though we know it’s not in a violent way]

Janis: [‘too cool for football?’ more of an assertion than an actual question there]

Jimmy: [‘smoke too much for it, duh’ because we see you calling us out gal and doing a dramatic fake cough like see]

Janis: [just a look that’s like yeah I see no lie but trying to be #bants not rude as hell]

Jimmy: [pull something up on your phone like you’re doing one of those eye tests because I’m sure that’s something that exists and shove the phone at her in an equally #bants way]

Janis: [bat that away like ha ha nerd ‘it’s your insides that are fucked, Marlon’ and poke him like we know you’ve got a pretty exterior]

Jimmy: [uncap the sharpie and act like we are gonna draw glasses on her face because a play fight is never far away but obviously only mime it]

Janis: [imagine lmao, can’t show up to class like that, but enjoy because it always ends with a LOOK ‘cos how could it not, accidentally make the tension worse as per]

Jimmy: [can't ever not return a LOOK however dangerous, we might have to get some busybody teacher to come by and throw you out of here lol]

Janis: [if your smoking spot is anything like my high schools the teachers know about it and would check it periodically lol, also it’s lesson time so get away bitches, like to think as you’re walking to whatever lesson you were in, the bell goes so you have to turn around and go to English anyways]

Jimmy: [love that, I'm trying to think of something wanky he could be making you do cos it's transition year, I'm like do we go in and do a lamer version of a school play like in class only vibes? Or do we think of something else?]

Janis: [we always had to do shit like that so I vibe it, I think but I might be wrong that we said you was literally doing Romeo & Juliet in socials so if you had to be either of those roles with a random, so rude Mr Lucas lmao]

Jimmy: [10000% making y'all do a cringe modern rewrite or something like okay hun so original and Lucas totally would cast her as Juliet because he fancies her/acts like he just wants her to engage with school/he cares etc and all that bullshit, we see you sir]

Jimmy: [I think we should say Grace is the Juliet in her group too because he's a twat and he would, but that Jimothy isn't Romeo in his whoever he's with cos I'm thinking he could use the excuse of him being new/starting late if this has been a thing that's been happening all year to give him a shitter role like a petty bitch]

Janis: [probably Benvolio who was just like Romeo’s puppy, from what I recall lol, but yes, to all of that, like really sir, really]

Janis: Told you he LOVES the drama

Jimmy: He's cast 💀👑 dead right, he can have that 🏆 off us

Janis: Wish fat slag was in the script

Janis: might go off, extra points with Sir

Jimmy: he'd be chuffed to bits if you got into improv, not allowed to say no I've heard

Janis: 😰

Janis: yes and’d myself right into that

Jimmy: SO awks when you shoot yourself in the foot instead of the face 😳🙈

Janis: no mistaking if I’m alive or dead with no face

Janis: even though Robbie is thick as shit

Jimmy: probably wanna rewrite the ending of yours any road so you ain’t passed out in front of sir

Janis: Mia’d be buzzing to take away as many lines from me as she can

Janis: small victories before we publish?

Jimmy: you live long enough to start an MLM and she’s massively underneath you, pissing about on facebook live?

Janis: Mouldy leggings giving you thrush or your ex giving you an STI, what’s worse 🤔

Jimmy: gotta give a shoutout to Bill’s OG wardrobe choices or he’ll never be over it

Janis: [putting your hand up to ask if he’s got codpieces or nah even though you’re clearly meant to be doing quiet work rn]

Jimmy: [obviously fashion something out of balled up paper and throw it across the classroom at her because always gotta cause trouble haha and I like to imagine it hits Mia]

Janis: [she will be fuming, the lil snitch, hope you didn’t see who it was]

Janis: should’ve saved that to shove down your tights, mate

Jimmy: if I were bothered about an A off sir, I would do

Janis: Benvolio was a 👊 in the face

Jimmy: can’t handle my ✨ nowt we didn’t already know

Janis: Who’s shading me then, you or him

Janis: why’s he reckon he can handle mine

Jimmy: GHB

Janis: excuse me

Jimmy: for your ☠️ scene

Janis: Who the fuck in this group is gonna protect me?

Jimmy: I’ve got fuck all else to do, might as well break character

Janis: You’ll remember which one I am, yeah? #twinroles

Jimmy: your hair falls off when I pick you up, I’ll have another go

Janis: [just do a lol IRL]

Jimmy: [IRL 😏 in her direction]

Janis: [Poor Grace, I bet you are so embarrassed rn too, what a mess, how can we do to cause trouble rn hmm]

Jimmy: [honestly, she’d be hating this so much regardless of who her Romeo is, it’s really rude, we know you’ve got a thing about this fam because of Ali and Carly but let it go sir, as for causing trouble, let me ponder]

Janis: [even if you fancied him, it’s so embarrassing to have to be 😍 in front of the whole class, unless you’re these two and Lucas be cockblocking that fantasy]

Jimmy: [obviously you can keep finding flimsy reasons to go over to her because that’ll annoy the teacher and Mia and lbr probably whoever you’re working with even though you don’t have fuck all to do]

Janis: [just not contributing ‘cos we’re clearly at the boring stage rn of getting to know the characters, maybe scripting or something, loudly making ridiculous suggestions at best so the bae can know we’re hilarious]

Jimmy: [totally should pass OTT love notes and doodles to her when he’s not over there too that are blatantly for the benefit of everyone reading, starting with the lie like soz babe my phone is dead so we have the excuse to do that and also ask the bae for a charger we don’t really need]

Janis: [just like um soz he’s trying to help me prepare for my role everyone, get off our backs, Robbie isn’t bringing it, soz boy]

Jimmy: [can’t even be jealous rn though it’ll probably be a different story if we have to watch y’all smooch during this performance]

Janis: [ick, you will be getting fake kissed unless it falls when he’s done the let’s date other people bit]

Jimmy: [trying to go REALLY hard with the rewrite like let’s not be in love actually, hilariously I think a good plot would actually be if Romeo and Juliet fake dated to make their families realise they are being twats but we know y’all aren’t fighting for that]

Janis: [outs selves as #fakedaters by mistake, oh, I was gonna say there’s been versions where Benvolio and Mercutio are #gayvibes or a version where Benvolio likes Rosaline because his whole thing is cheering Romeo up and getting his mind off her, like, okay want her for yourself much lol]

Jimmy: [we should totally do that so he gets a love interest too]

Janis: [was my thought, like you don’t have to suggest it boy but maybe the lass who is Rosaline if you’ve got one, ‘cos realistically the groups aren’t going to be big enough for every character so you’ll be given scenes/concepts by Lucas with x amount of]

Jimmy: [that gal’s thirst is showing how legit]

Janis: [and you can both be 😒 about it]

Jimmy: [so gross that this teacher is encouraging y’all to kiss each other]

Janis: [with your rep? Dangerous game babe]

Jimmy: [defs gotta have these smooches in the dating other peeps hot sec for max cliche jealous vibes]

Janis: [I vibe it]

Janis: Why’s he given your group a Rosaline, she literally ain’t in the play

Jimmy: In ours she’s the 💀👑 to my #2

Jimmy: I’ve gotta be 🥺🥺🥺😍😍 and wear her down in the end

Janis: Won’t be rude and say you’ve been well cast then

Jimmy: piss off

Jimmy: weren’t pussy enough for sir to be chuffed with the casting how Bill wrote it

Janis: Wanted to cast you as a #niceguy in the 🙏 you’re being friendzoned

Jimmy: only spared your Romeo that ‘cause he’s gonna step in last minute when the lad mysteriously disappears

Janis: Gonna poison my lips forreal now

Jimmy: 🤞 for a 🥜 allergy or some other bollocks on file

Janis: So I don’t 💀 too?

Janis: you can pick a poison, don’t worry

Jimmy: amount you bite your lip I’d be out of job before there was owt I could do to stop you

Janis: I don’t bite my lip

Jimmy: bollocks do you not

Janis: What you talking about, I don’t

Janis: no more than anyone else

Jimmy: 👌

Jimmy: he still ain’t doing me out of a job, tah

Janis: Don’t fancy it myself either

Jimmy: it’s like he’s not heard they’ve got a ☕️ kink an’ all

Janis: Using Asia as a willing shield now

Janis: Holly’d be bigger but less of a hoe

Jimmy: don’t reckon he fancies willing, soz Tam

Jimmy: living proof over here with my bollocks part, me

Janis: can’t make a hoe a housewife 💔

Janis: him and Ian are on the same 📖 with that one

Jimmy: #bffgoals

Janis: dunno why either of them would reckon I can iron their 👔s or yours

Jimmy: fun’s in the first time you get it right after fucking it up for ages 😩🍆💦

Jimmy: you train 🐕 you get it

Janis: Doing it wrong, obvs

Janis: NEVER been that excited on a dog walk

Jimmy: 💔 for you, my dear

Janis: Might work on your customers, think I’d get on a register

Jimmy: 🤐🔒

Janis: Enabler 😏

Jimmy: more fucked the secret, the more chuffed I am to keep it for you, DUH

Janis: then you’re gonna be 😁😁😁

Janis: 💰mine

Jimmy: [IRL 😁 at you gal]

Janis: [IRL 😘]

Jimmy: [exaggerated catch because this isn’t for you sir]

Janis: [mime shooting self in head also because we don’t care if people know we’re sick of this, it’ll just look like you’re devvo to not be paired]

Jimmy: [do it too because you gotta die if she does and coupley bonus for the same way]

Janis: [points it at this boy like hmm but shakes head like nah,‘scuse me hun]

Jimmy: [can’t help but be buzzing about that, but that’s fine nbd]

Janis: [so casual guys]

Janis: [sneaky shoot this gal but under your desk don’t need the whole class and world knowing lol]

Jimmy: [can he see from where he’s sitting or nah?]

Janis: [I’ll leave it up to you ‘cos we know you pay that close attention but lowkey we were doing that for ourselves shamelessly ‘cos jealousy]

Jimmy: [I’ll let you have it gal because you’re going through it with all the shit nan stuff and not knowing if the bae is ever gonna forgive you for leaving so]

Janis: [save that embarrassment at least; we’re defs starting shit with Mia being like are you SURE you can do this role, like, you’ve got no sense of humour babe, so she’ll be raging]

Jimmy: [meanwhile Jimothy is like make it gay you cowards, full offense to this girl how obvs we are being that we don’t wanna kiss you]

Janis: when the rest of your group are absolute #LADS 😫

Jimmy: #whenyou’reshittingyourselfyoumightfeelsomething

Jimmy: 💘🔓

Janis: 💭🧷 with their toxic masculinity, soz babe

Jimmy: Might get Mia to swap if you keep on, she’ll be off scale in a bit

Janis: willing to sacrifice the kid to her

Jimmy: crack on and we can add him to the list

Janis: gonna need more bricks

Jimmy: be alright if sir would up his prop game

Janis: [asking if they’re gonna have real swords and what not to piss him off some more ‘cos never enough]

Jimmy: [obvs joining in cos would love to be sent out rn tbh]

Janis: [we all know y’all are gonna have to use your ImAAAGInaTion and Lucas is salty about the lack of budget so keep poking lads]

Jimmy: [bonus points for every time you manage to mention what happened to his car because we know you will]

Janis: [we definitely need to get fed up of this all about mid lesson and]

Janis: publish time?

Jimmy: Thought you’d never ask

Janis: you do the honours

Jimmy: what happened to together?

Janis: [come over like okay let’s literally hit send together then]

Jimmy: [do it cute nerds]

Janis: [anon that to Pablo and wait for the drama to unfurl mwahaha]

Janis: 😈

Jimmy: 👀🍿

Jimmy: [cos he is looking at Mia waiting to see if she gets a message or if he’s gonna wait to kick off in person]

Janis: [I feel like he’ll message ‘cos lbr he doesn’t actually care that much but you have mugged him right off, though if you try to come for him at lunch we can see that drama, or you’re crying and making a scene]

Jimmy: [she should totally ask if she can go to the bathroom rn for privacy cos she’s that bitch and sir is like no because how legit and how amusing]

Janis: [actively trying not to be 😏 rn, imagine her furiously messaging the gals so they’re all on their phones and about to get told off]

Janis: I see no 🥺😢😭 only 😤😠😡🤬🤯

Janis: don’t bode well for her acting ability

Jimmy: toxic behaviour from sir for not letting her go find and drown the lad before everyone finds out, could've had fake 😭 from the tap or the 💪 it'd take

Janis: Does not wanna see a girl boss win, that one

Janis: [also think he’d make some social media post shading Mia ‘cos he’s a dickhead so send Jimothy that]

Jimmy: only into YOUR improv, we all get it

Jimmy: and why that lad was SUCH a keeper, OBVS

Janis: Her pretending she didn’t spend all morning saying how much he loved her 😶

Jimmy: good time for me to offer to teach her how to sign an’ all so she can pretend she’s a deaf mute at lunch in a bit?

Janis: If you charge her

Jimmy: [sign something pisstakey at her obviously cos we know the kind of bollocks you’re gonna try and say Mia]

Jimmy: can have that for free but

Jimmy: 💰 by the finger after

Janis: Filth

Janis: [‘cos we both nearly lol’d]

Jimmy: have a word about the 🚫🚽 and I’ll 🧼🖐

Janis: More consideration than he’s ever given her 💖

Janis: [be like Sir you should let Mia go to the bathroom some people have IBS ‘cos she’ll hate that]

Janis: Off you pop, Romeo

Jimmy: you coming or what?

Janis: To check you sing Happy Birthday twice?

Jimmy: to get the 🎻🎻 going for that bellend after he’s tried SO hard to keep us starcrossed all lesson

Janis: They are all on their phones now

Janis: 📸💣🤳💋

Jimmy: get a move on then, Juliet

Janis: Alright, we’ll still get the likes, boy

Jimmy: 👍

Janis: Are you telling me what bathroom you went to or am I meant to play hide and seek?

Jimmy: are you telling me you don’t 🧠📖?

Jimmy: [send her a 🤳 like hello can you guess where I am or nah]

Janis: are you telling me you want to keep your fans waiting?

Janis: [I like to think you can work that out though so go find him girl]

Jimmy: *our fans

Jimmy: [but take a pic of her as soon as she appears like excuse you I’m wasting no time and am a professional]

Janis: [walking into a photoshoot like the professional you’re destined to be lowkey]

Jimmy: [shamelessly stalling because we REALLY wanna kiss her but are also lowkey terrified to, nothing to see here]

Janis: [just posing forever like we don’t need this many pictures of just me, at least you can be like ‘what are the comments like?’ on the whole Pablo and Mia thing to break the tension for better or worse ‘gotta see what we’re up against’]

Jimmy: [come closer than you need to to show her these comments to prove to yourself that it’s FINE and no other reason obvs]

Janis: [as much as we wanted to fuck her over we are really pretending to care about their nonsense now like hmm yes]

Jimmy: [meanwhile he’s fully distracted by the fact he was just gonna casually move her hair slightly because it’s tickling him in this close proximity but we can’t ever be casual about it]

Janis: [so then you’re just looking at him like ? but that close so it’s like oh]

Jimmy: [go put your phone on the sink or however you’re positioning this boy idk I ain’t a photo hoe, so you can break the eye contact and take a breath without it being obvious that’s what you’re doing because this is such a different vibe to when you kissed in detention for Lucas to walk in on and that’s all you’ve done since she was back]

Janis: [oh you two, just pretending this is strictly business like that’ll put him at ease/you]

Jimmy: [likewise because I imagine him going straight in with a lovebite that we’re pretending is totally fake lol lol because it’s deliberately where everyone will see it unlike the one he gives her before China’s bday party which was real af and somewhere nobody would see it, because I love to hurt us with stuff like that]

Janis: [tbh the levels you’d actually have to go to detract attention from Mia being outed then Pablo tryna humiliate her right back would be hardcore and I think y’all know that, casual excuse dot com, hence we can hit you right back with some extraness]

Jimmy: [we know what you two are like with your flimsy reasons and it only ever takes a sec before you’re doing what you want anyways, would not be at all surprised or gutted if your phone gets knocked into the sink because you’re just making out with the bae hardcore on it like]

Janis: [mhmm, this mirror gonna have palm prints tbh, just showing you how much we missed you in all the ways because we aren’t allowed to say]

Jimmy: [thank god we can have some random person walk in at any given time before this gets any more extra than it already is because not letting y'all hook up here rn like this]

Janis: [people actually needing the toilet like ‘scuse me]

Jimmy: [and I'm sure whoever it is will be talking about it and making it sound like you were going for it even more than we know you were so that's a little bit of attention off Mia]

Janis: [even though we know you weren’t, they’ll obvs say you were hooking up so there you go, all your plans are working hens]

Jimmy: [soz at how fuming you'd be to get interrupted but not soz]

Janis: [at least you can storm out and back to this lesson and that means you still don’t have to deal with this lmao, fun]

Jimmy: [just focusing on his phone blowing up as if we care about all this goss so much lol]

Janis: how long before she asks them to all get dumped in solidarity

Jimmy: 💰 on that 🗨️ getting sent soon as he'd done his 🖕 piss off slag post, she don't hang about

Janis: step one- convince👏 a 👏 lad 👏 to 👏 pity 👏 fuck 👏 you

Janis: step two- pretend 👏 it’s 👏 deeper 👏 than 👏 it 👏 is

Janis: step three- let 👏 him 👏 ghost 👏 you 👏 but 👏 act 👏 really 👏 sad

Janis: 💰 to put that in the group 🗨️ ?

Jimmy: price of their order at the CG? no tips though, obvs

Janis: Have you ever really 😁 wide enough though

Janis: ask yourself that, hun

Jimmy: [a list of stupid shit Asia has done and where you were on a scale from 😁 being the fakest and 😏 or 😂 being sincere]

Janis: times like this I think taking the piss out of her might be a hate crime

Janis: you on the otherhand, clearly stalking her

Jimmy: Everyone thinks our kid is on her level, means I’m allowed if it were, ask Ian about that black bloke next desk over, top mates, them

Jimmy: just from the other day, 1-6, rest are the shift before, nowt for her to flatter herself over

Janis: Thank fuck, I’ll cash my free pass in to point out she’s got the families the wrong way round and it’s really fucking her up rn

Janis: Mhmm, just what a stalker would say

Janis: 😍 blatant

Jimmy: be the plague on both our houses that’s done it, so bonded by the adversity me and her, soz you and your fake tan know fuck all about our #struggles babe but

Jimmy: got your own if you can’t work out what 😍 are

Janis: quit trying to put me on the struggle bus

Janis: not blind 😎 your look not mine

Jimmy: *not registered blind

Jimmy: get yourself down Specsavers it’ll be a different story but 🤓 suits you, be alright

Janis: More dependent on you suits your fetish, Kathy

Jimmy: can’t tell me sir ain’t watched none of them porno links where the lasses struggle, you’d be doing him a massive favour an’ all

Janis: That’s my ultimate goal, obvs

Janis: deffo a masochist if me saying I can’t 👀 it does it for him though

Jimmy: his missus castrated him and took it with her in the divorce, is what I heard

Jimmy: if I were gonna stalk anyone, it’d be her windows I’d be 👀 through

Janis: I’m not even sure she ever existed so 💔 for you and more 😁 for Asia

Jimmy: hang on, I’ll do a poll

Jimmy: [and we obvs are like does she exist or nah]

Janis: If I vote no will you reckon I’m just jealous or what

Jimmy: jealous of her for not existing or what?

Janis: that’s one way to look at it, emo

Janis: more like jealous he’s loved before, is what I was 💭

Jimmy: I get it, you said he’d been about since your mum were here, I’m gonna be proper emo when you and Ian crack on

Janis: he DOES have that black mate so

Jimmy: no need to do a poll to work out if he’s real

Janis: he’s real but don’t wanna make waves by telling HR Ian’s a dickhead

Jimmy: queue’s massive and it’s lasses first

Janis: #equalopportunitiesoffender

Janis: for his bio

Jimmy: @ him

Janis: and blow your cover?

Janis: never

Jimmy: 💕

Janis: 👮‍♂️ cooperation

Jimmy: 🏆✔️

Janis: long as my fam never find out, like

Jimmy: pocket sized 🏆 then, alright

Jimmy: [ask sir for craft supplies you know he won’t have like glitter and shit]

Janis: just pleased to see you, obvs

Janis: [just like HOW are we meant to get in character with no costumes SIR]

Jimmy: [loudly suggesting ridiculous funny and/or shady costumes for everyone for that party scene because we can’t address what the bae said when we were clearly so pleased to see her in that bathroom not long ago]

Janis: [accidentally sound like you’re really taking the piss when you’re simply not]

Janis: no budget for ⛓mail

Jimmy: THANK GOD you’ve still got your 😇 wings

Janis: Surprising as it was they didn’t get totally destroyed

Janis: yeah

Jimmy: nobody’ll give a shit about the state of your feathers when Lucas sticks on a pair of devil horns and nowt else for his Romeo bit

Janis: so rude

Jimmy: [send her a hilarious doodle of said scenario but we’ve put a ? over his 🍆 because tbd if his wife exists and the castration rumour is real obvs]

Janis: [do a proper lol so Lucas can be like SHARE WHAT’S SO FUNNY like babe you don’t want that shh]

Jimmy: [just doing a wink at sir like please send me out tbh babe]

Janis: I get it, you want your rep to 🥇 his

Jimmy: busted!

Janis: sharing a cell with the other nonces 🥰

Jimmy: you gonna stand by me or what?

Janis: agreed to 💀💀 not sharing a life sentence

Jimmy: at least destroy my hard drive so I know it’s real

Janis: 💣

Jimmy: tah, sweetheart

Janis: [ask Lucas if he’s on his phone rn ‘cos excuse me]

Jimmy: [ask him what phone he’s got and if he’s got any games like those annoying kids]

Janis: channeling 👶💕

Jimmy: just wanna join his nonce ring SO bad, can be as a victim if nowt else

Janis: dream big, baby

Janis: [we should probably let you leave this lesson now though for real]

Jimmy: [run to lunch so you can watch more Mia x Pablo drama]

Janis: [when you never stay and I imagine the gals sit inside so this is so weird like hey, what do we even]

Jimmy: [most unintentionally awkward part of the day accidentally, you two just not knowing what to do with yourselves and where to go]

Janis: [lowkey just have to follow y’all without looking like we are, which probably means a level of couplyness]

Jimmy: [we love to see it even if you two are dying, knowing him probably just pretending he has some work he’s gotta do cos #newboyproblems like we gotta be inside rn here doing this together gals nothing to see]

Janis: [that’s a good cover, not that it’s any of your business where we eat lunch hens you’ve got bigger issues but that would actually look non-suspish, paired with the standard handholding and what not, you can be nosy]

Jimmy: [you get to fake help and also distract him that way gal, both of which can be #goals and if we wanna chat shit about these huns or anything that’s occurring we can also easily do a sign language lesson/practice without it seeming suss and keep things #goals]

Janis: [deffo, distracting just ‘cos we wanna tbh ‘cos fuck school is clearly the sentiment but shh, we obviously know how this goes the gals side of it, Mia will fake some emotion then Pablo and his friends will probably literally just walk through and she’ll get Asia probs to shout at him like he started it, but do we wanna vibe it out for JJ’s sake or]

Jimmy: [fuck school and also we know you feel all that tension and frustration from earlier lads, oh Asia you fool, I like to imagine Grace has thought up some bullshit excuse herself but in her case to not be here and have to witness this because you know her feelings about Pablo damn well Mia and she already feels like a tit for having to do the Juliet stuff on top of all this bts shit nan drama, but yes, I’m always down to see where it takes us from a jj pov]

Janis: [bonus of you getting slagged off for being a bad friend in her hour of need, noted, but yeah, y’all are still dying that has not changed remotely]

Jimmy: [I’d like it noted that Jimothy is paying no attention until the real fireworks start because listening to these gals slag each other off is literally his 9-5 and the bae is much more interesting rn]

Janis: [tbh yeah, this is part excuse to spend time with Jimothy and part distraction from your family drama, it’s only the usual amount of enjoyable to make Mia suffer, how fuming she is about the pics is better than the Pablo shit ‘cos we all know you don’t care you’re just shamed; the eye rolling we’re doing at her bullshit ‘she could never fake date properly’ like her relationships are all fake but we all see it, say that quietly obvs tah]

Jimmy: [soz Twix you aren’t getting let out for a piss like he’d normally be doing because he wants to be around the bae and this is the only way atm, which makes me lol cos the levels he’d have no food as we weren’t expecting to be here doing this ‘gutted for Els, who’s one late night scroll away from finding that film on netflix and suggesting it to her’ in her ear because always gotta whisper]

Janis: [I vibe she never brings food either but you can get a pizza slice or something each, that used to be a thing at my school, 😏 and doing an impression of Ella like ‘omg, no, I know, so cringe, it was Grace’s idea to watch it actually’ ‘cos that’s your energy]

Jimmy: [And you can share chips too cos coupley which was always a thing at my school because we were all poor and the food wasn’t good but was expensive nonetheless, I’m sure she’ll let you put gravy on them like my sister used to do so your northern heart isn’t broken, boy. When that’s a scarily accurate impression of Ella because we’ve said before she’s good at them so you can’t help but do a little lol]

Janis: [We are not opposed even though we’ll obviously take the piss, idk what Irish people get on their chips as a rule tbh but still stands, do a mini bow but stay sitting obvs no need to be extra even though we’re happy about it]

Jimmy: [sign a round of applause cos it’s less extra even though he’d love it if he actually clapped and Mia thought it was @ her misfortune]

Janis: [she do be that self-obsessed but still, covert lads, fix his hair needlessly to be cute and also look like y’all are having your own convo not about them but ‘do you reckon he’ll beat the kid up?’]

Jimmy: [fix her collar on her school shirt needlessly so you can accidentally touch the lovebites you gave her earlier because can’t help ourselves ever and then be thinking about it to the point you almost forget to answer the question entirely but then ‘do you reckon he’s that bothered about the lad?’ because tea, he’s clearly not, it’s purely about making Mia look a twat]

Janis: [now your attention has been brought back to them too so you’re 😳 also definitely still wearing the necklace despite the drama so we’re just playing with that absentmindedly like; shrug like probably but idk ‘it’s all about saving face and ego, right?’ ‘so I can see a case for either or’]

Jimmy: [shameless excuse to play with her hair as if it’s in any way tangled in the chain of this necklace rn that he’s taking, also undoing the clasp, doing a soft kiss of her neck and then re-doing it as that’s nbd #justcuteboyfriendthings, oh you two, then I like to imagine getting his phone with the intention of looking at the pics of that lad to see how identifiable he is like 🤔 but instead coming across all the bathroom pics that you didn’t end up having to post cos someone walked in so then it’s his turn to be 😳]

Janis: [The levels of shook and offended we’d be for the hottest of secs thinking he was taking that from us rn baha, imagine but don’t because so rude, likewise catching a glimpse of his phone like… gotta whisper ‘the fans don’t know what they were deprived of’]

Jimmy: [a LOOK like we’re gonna recreate everything that happened on that sink on this table because clearly wish we could honey, but then sending them to her like any time you wanna post them gal go off, but we know damn well you also just want her to have to look at them too when she has to open the messages and die how you’re dying rn]

Janis: [a noise I can only describe as Clove’s angry noise ‘cos both that LOOK and those pictures are so rude ‘play fair’ and hover like you’re gonna post the most scandalous one caught that you absolutely should not]

Jimmy: [‘or what?’ in the sauciest tone of all time ofc and pretending like we’re gonna use our finger to make hers post it, you know what I mean]

Janis: [‘or I won’t’ with that energy back and leaving it ‘til the last minute to move his hand away by pinning it on the table like nah]

Jimmy: [‘don’t then’ like a saucy challenge, as if we’re not literally in public and the awkwardness moment, because he can’t stop won’t stop]

Janis: [looking and LOOKing right now and starting to say ‘what do you-’ but of course not finishing our sentence, might even let Pablo come through like hey]

Jimmy: [Mid jimothy drawing a ? on her, there he is to ruin the mood and give y’all a much needed cockblock]

Janis: [at least everyone will be 👀 at this charade]

Jimmy: [take a sec to calm down and remember your abandonment and trust issues boy including how often your ex cheated on you just for a nice added extra, thanks, because we know you don’t care about this scene unfolding for any other reason]

Janis: [mhmm, at least seeing Mia finally get some come up will help you not just come out of this in an awful mood because the evidence don’t lie, gal, whenever they’ve stopped shouting the odds, nudging him like wanna go, ‘cos this doesn’t need to be your whole lunch]

Jimmy: [go and walk Twix tbh because you live really close to the school and also don’t care if you’re late back for whatever the next lesson is so, just lowkey rudely walking off in that direction without waiting to see if she’s coming or no cos such is the mood switch and just his general always demeanour lbr]

Janis: [obviously you can’t follow him now, like you could but you will not]

Janis: you were 100% everyone was still distracted then 👍

Jimmy: Ain’t me bordering on blind, Judy

Janis: don’t think half the canteen is either but whatever

Janis: you’re dead keen to get to next lesson

Jimmy: don’t 💭 any dickhead’s watching me go with all that kicking off

Janis: You wanna half-arse it, that’s your lookout

Jimmy: you wanna start telling me how to do this and there’ll be nowt to half arse

Janis: right, ‘cos it’s all about you and how it helps you out

Jimmy: you said it, I were sure they were distracted

Janis: then there’s no need to get a mood on about it

Janis: fucking hell

Jimmy: that were you, I didn’t accuse you of owt

Janis: I accused you of not bothering to say bye, which yeah, would look fucking weird

Janis: but as long as you’re fine, don’t worry

Jimmy: no weirder than you not coming with me, which you weren’t bothered about faking either

Janis: ‘cos you gave me a fucking chance

Jimmy: meant to be a 🥇🏆🏃 you

Jimmy: have a word if you can’t keep up

Janis: yeah, having a word being operative

Janis: I’m not just chasing after you

Jimmy: but I’m chasing after a 🐕 so just leave it out

Janis: and if you can’t be bothered to say that then you can take your own advice

Jimmy: if you can’t work out that’s where I’m going, it ain’t me who’s half arsing a job

Janis: I’m not a mindreader, not even a fake one

Jimmy: nah you’re a 🐕🏃 and you know ours is a real little twat

Janis: and I’m not asking you to come back

Jimmy: and I weren’t asking you to take it for a piss, but some dickhead’s got to, don’t take a mind reader, that

Janis: are you convincing yourself that it wasn’t weird?

Janis: if not, I’d stop trying

Jimmy: for who? if it weren’t the #fans, which I’ve said saw nowt off with us, dry your eyes, mate

Janis: Okay, literally just walk away like we weren’t sat together

Janis: I get it

Jimmy: you literally gave me the nudge

Janis: 👌

Jimmy: fuck’s sake, just come now, I’ll make it look like I were sorting a surprise or some bollocks

Janis: There’s no need now, we’ve both left

Jimmy: 👍

Janis: Yeah, bye then

Jimmy: I don’t wanna hear it

Janis: No, I said I get it

Janis: you aren’t gonna say it to me because I left, yeah?

Jimmy: you get it, perk of that is we don’t need to go on about it

Janis: Very mature of you

Jimmy: never said I were

Janis: yeah, you say fuck all, that’s you 👍

Jimmy: and what?

Jimmy: I’m pissing off nowhere, that were you

Janis: I know

Jimmy: so stop being a dickhead

Janis: why should I?

Jimmy: what kind of question is that?

Janis: A valid one if you’re gonna keep being one

Jimmy: how is it? I did nowt

Janis: Fuck that

Janis: I had to leave so you get to be a prick without question

Janis: If you can’t get over it enough to not, then don’t

Jimmy: it ain’t without question, I’ve got loads, but alright

Janis: then ask them

Jimmy: for what?

Janis: because you want to know, apparently

Janis: Jesus

Jimmy: it changes fuck all

Janis: not if you don’t ask, because you don’t get any answers

Jimmy: what I want, ‘cause it ain’t simple as that

Janis: please yourself then

Jimmy: 👌

Janis: [the levels I’m like don’t reply girl but]

Janis: Is this how it is now then?

Jimmy: meaning what?

Janis: you’re going to act like this

Jimmy: gonna be letting my dog out for a piss for ages, yeah, it ain’t old, can still 🤞 for 💀💀💀 but there’s no promising owt

Janis: avoid talking about anything, yeah, okay, that answers that

Jimmy: not talking about what’s not our business is nowt new, I dunno why you’re marding at me as if it is

Janis: You thinking you can treat me like a prick and I’m gonna lie down and take it is brand new

Janis: if you can’t be bothered to talk to me like a person then you can do one

Jimmy: would LOVE to say so’s you kicking off for sod all but can’t even fake that’s not bollocks

Janis: That’s rich

Jimmy: rich as you telling me to get over what you’re dragging up

Janis: You’re the one still in a fucking mood

Jimmy: you’re the one fuming I forgot to send you a brb, calm yourself down before having a go at me

Janis: Just fuck off now

Jimmy: you

Janis: no

Janis: you were the arsehole

Jimmy: if it makes you 😁 have that rewrite, sir’ll be dead proud of your imagination there

Janis: are you mad or not

Janis: just answer

Janis: because you can’t have it that I’m the one dragging it up then be like this

Jimmy: I can have it that you threw a right strop at us and then called me the dickhead for not wanting to chat to you

Janis: I didn’t throw a strop, you literally stormed off

Jimmy: how did I? you were giving me the signal to go so I went, I’ve not got a mard on at you for staying put

Janis: There’s no point talking about this

Janis: you blatantly walked off, if you don’t reckon you did then that’s that

Jimmy: can’t get my head round why you care if I did or didn’t, more like

Janis: it’s fucking rude

Janis: I’d do that to them, yeah

Janis: not anyone I didn’t have an issue of some kind with

Jimmy: alright

Janis: I didn’t think it was that hard

Jimmy: might not be for you

Janis: You think I’m loving this

Janis: any of it

Jimmy: do you think I’ve got owt to say to that or can do about it?

Janis: Probably not

Janis: tell me when you’ve worked it out

Jimmy: here’s a 💡 don’t put it on me to sort out

Janis: I can’t say sorry, that’s out of the question

Janis: what do you think I can do

Jimmy: you’ve heard me say leave it out, what’s not doable about that?

Janis: It’s doable

Janis: it’s also an answer

Jimmy: there you go then

Janis: [okay now not replying for real lol]

Jimmy: [question is do we make it easy for you and say you’ve got no more lessons together today and thus skip to the whole him getting asked out at work situ or do we make it hard for you and say you do?]

Janis: [Hmm, I feel like even if we did, you’d skip at this point or walk out really quickly so we can probably just say you don’t, because you don’t have a shit ton so it’s okay]

Jimmy: [I agree, lord knows how I’mma do this next bit though haha]

Janis: [I’m like do you just go all in and be like okay I’ve decided we should stop, or do you be like that was stupid let’s just be chill and then drop it]

Jimmy: [I’m torn because both are plausible]

Janis: [I mean either way works, I kinda think if you say you’ve decided, atm, she’d respect that more, even though we don’t want obvs at least it’s like that’s been sorted]

Jimmy: [that is true, can’t really just be casual about it after the finality of how they left things just now]

Janis: [we’d have to do some more chill days between this and doing it if so, like not besties but not this lol]

Jimmy: [yeah and we don’t really have time for that, plus I think it makes sense if it’s reactionary like he’s thinking she told him to sort how shit things are and that’s a solution]

Janis: [agreed, and you can come back from it, it’ll be fine so ahhh]

Jimmy: [okay so whatever time it is after he’s pulled a full after school shift, so probably closing time, coming at you]

Jimmy: Some lass asked me out in work, she’s not from round here, so I’m gonna go

Janis: Alright

Jimmy: 🤞

Janis: Glad you came to a decision

Jimmy: yeah

Janis: See you around, new boy

Jimmy: in a bit

[cowboyjen68]

Can you tell us a little more about adoption? Your post made me think you fostered your son before adopting and it’s something my wife and I have considered. What was your experience like? Are all of your kids adopted? Sorry if you’ve answered these questions before and don’t feel obligated to share anything you/your family aren’t comfortable sharing! Just curious since we’ve considered going that route.

I have probably answered before but i have never been able to get my search tags to work correctly.

We became foster parents specifically to foster Rob, he was the nephew of a friend so we had met him. Since we were licensed, and the foster care system is over whelmed with kids needing placement, we started to get kids on day one.  Keep in mind i DID NOT want to be a parent, at all, ever. But my wife at the time would not give up and at least I liked Robert. Getting sucked in my a desperate system sucked. 

It is the system and the biological families that are just as problematic as the children. I would say do it or don’t do it but make an informed and realistic decision. I love my kids (we adopted 5 total, but at 12 DJ became too dangerous and mentally unstable with others so we relinquished adoption so he could get treatment and be reunited with other bio family).  

Three of the 4 have now moved back in (Lori 14, Corbin 20, Rob 23 and Hunter 23. My oldest daughter is 23 and lives about 25 minutes away. Hunter was 16 when he came and adopting him would have lost him healthcare at 21 and lots of other monetary help so I just became guardian. 

I hated foster parenting. BUT my ex was not always great. She suffered a lot of trauma as a kid and had high expectations about parenting, i was a realist 

For many of my lesbian friends, it worked out. Our mistake was wanting to help so many so badly. A few i am still very close to and they tell me we changed their life for the better but it did not feel that way. 

Here are my tips and some observations

Kids will not be grateful, adopted, foster, or biological. They are just small people with thoughts and dreams of their own and yet little control. It is easier to understand when they act out if you place yourself in their exact moment and how out of control you would feel.

NEVER believe the lie that even other adopted parents will tell you that adopted kids and biological kids are the same as far as bonding. MAYBE if you get a tiny baby, but in my experience it is not the same. Not worse or better but different. I definitely see my kids as independent dependents with unique dreams that are not the same as I have and many bio parents see kids as an extension of them. AND our relationship is not the same. It just isn’t.

Say “NO” to kids that give red flags, Learn what questions to ask. Past aggression to kids or pets? What meds? Allergies? What role with bio parents play? Bed wetter? Predatory behavior? (they will omit this if they can)  Not any one of these  are deal breakers but you need a realistic grasp on the child. Many foster kids are just like the average kid but toss in the stress and separation and any one of us would be jerks so try to get a story about then pre foster. Sadly, if they have been in multiple homes ..just don’t.. you will be no different no matter how good you are. 

Stick to “foster to adopt kids” not “foster with a maybe”.  Don’t be afraid of older kids. Kayla and Corbin were 7 and 10. We experienced normal teen stuff with them but they are good kids (young adults now). DO NOT fall for “sibling group”. Check into the dynamics. Some siblings groups have never actually lived together and have no connection. IMPORTANT: Blood relation to each other DOES NOT mean healthy or caring relationship.. siblings can be the cause of trauma. The workers can get “passes” for a house to take more than they are licensed for and they know it  DON’T fall for it. Investigate.

Have your own lawyer and talk with them Pre placement. IF even one child accuses you of wrong doing (and teens figure this out real quick) the system is obligated to investigate EVEN though they know it is manipulative BS. That is why you should check on multiple placements. It happened to us after 12 years. It took 90 days to clear us with zero evidence a clearly vengeful child and all of our other kids telling the truth. They up rooted our fosters and tried to remove the adopted. We had a 12 year good record. The 2nd they cleared up I refused the kids coming back and we quit forever .ALL support workers and DHS lawyers will turn on you the second there is an accusation. His accusation was that we didn’t allow him enough food and his room was messy. (we caught him sneaking in drugs and took his phone).

The best way to avoid that. Don’t take more than you can handle. One kid who is a lot of trouble is manageable with two good parents and often that is what the child needs.. attention, support and to know they are important in the family dynamic. Any age kid can be wonderful or terrible. It is possible to find one or a few you really “click with”. Ask to do respite care for a few weekends but don’t always make big plans. Have them to dinner, hang out etc. See how they fit. This is not always possible. 

This part SUCKS but if a child is stressing you they are stressed. GIVE a 10 day removal notice if you feel things are not working.  I am not saying give up the second the child has a fit or talks back.. but you start to get a gut feeling.. listen to it.  You are not a bad person for not being able to handle all kids. 

All that is realism and I am sorry if it sound negative. My regret is that we didn’t just stick with Robert alone, at least for a while. He deserved two moms fully focused on him. My ex would not stop.. she took so many kids and was a “stay at home mom” but that meant I worked two jobs plus did the majority of house work and home work and i was too exhausted to put actual time into bonding. It affected all of us. BUT I also DO NOT regret the kids  I have. Rob, Kayla and Corbin ALL went back to their bio families at 18.. VERY typical.. But they came back around and  we are close. I like having them live here now. (MOSTLY). Lori has my whole heart and we share so much love and fun, despite the hard stuff like messy room (gross) and homework battles. 

Weekend respite is a great way to see if you like the parenting OR the idea of parenting. Plus the kids get a break from their foster homes and they tend to be on their best behavior. You can settle for the “cool Aunts” if that suits better. We did respite care for several kids for many years, even after they were adopted. Some have remained good friends with my kids. Like cousins.

Be upfront with each other about feelings with each child and keep talking. Don’t  ignore gut feelings and don’t lie to your partner about a child stressing you out. USE weekend respite care for your placements. You need a break. Make sure to ask about all the resources. In Iowa you get clothing allowances, a monthly care subsidy, paid day care, school supplies and lunches for free. We were covered by home insurance so if a child (even just doing normal kid stuff) damaged the home it was fully covered. DHS does not volunteer that so you have to ask. All kids come will full state insurance for healthy,dental and eye but you have to find medial care takers that accept the insurance. Sorry this is long but you need as much information as you can get to make the right decision for your family. If we had adopted one and done and quit my story would be vastly different.

As far as two lesbians being foster parents, the workers were so happy to have placement room they did not care as long as we were good

[team-science-mega-nerds]

Sam Arias Week Prompt: Ruby

Explaining to your daughter that you had sex at fifteen isn’t how Sam wants to spend her Saturday morning. In fact, Sam would be happy to lay down on the couch and watch Ghostbusters - the 2016 version of course - for the 50th time this year. But Sam had accidentally clicked on Ruby’s Netflix account last night and it seems like her daughter has solid tastes in television but it also seems that every single show about teenagers is about: sex. 

Sam might be as old as dinosaurs according to her very critical but loving daughter, but she knows that whatever sex education Ruby is getting at school is probably coming from bathroom stalls and that just won’t cut it. 

Of course, Sam has plenty of fears about Ruby. She wants to be there for her in any way that she can but sometimes it’s hard to find the right balance between caring mother and overbearing mother. Sex isn’t everything but it is something and Sam needs Ruby to understand that she has a safe place and safe people to go to. 

She calls Alex first. 

It’s less of a conversation and more of Sam stumbling over her words and saying something along the lines of “I need you to come here. It’s about sex.” This, in hindsight, isn’t exactly how she wanted to say it but she got the point across because Alex shows up fifteen minutes later on her bike. 

“Hi. Hey.” Sam lingers near the front door, half focused on the absurdity of the situation and half on the fact that she’s still wearing her pajamas. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have…”

“You okay?” Alex asks. 

It’s easy to forget that Alex is a giant softie under that patented leather jacket exterior. But Alex looks worried and that reminds Sam just how simple it had been to find amazing friends in National City. “I’m fine, I...just come inside.” Alex complies, following Sam inside quietly. Alex tugs off her boots which almost makes Sam laugh because Alex is still so formal when she comes over. Which is often, considering how many times she’s saved the day by picking Ruby up from school. “Okay, so…” Sam goes straight for the coffee and Alex leans against the kitchen island. 

“Sam?” Alex smiles. “As adorable as it is watching you run around. If it’s not life or death, I really need you to relax.” Sam takes a deep breath and measures out the coffee beans, at least that gives her one moment of calm. 

“It’s not life or death, it’s life.” Alex grabs the mugs for her and sets them down near the coffee maker. “I need to have the talk.”

“I’ve already had sex-.”

“Not with you!” Alex doubles over laughing, Sam considers throwing a towel at her face.

“I know, jeez.” Alex grabs Sam’s shoulders and places her firmly in a seat. “I assume we’re talking about Ruby here.” Alex goes to the fridge and takes out creamer for Sam. Alex likes her coffee black with sugar, Sam remembers. “I’m more than happy to talk to Ruby, is she...dating anyone?” 

“Oh god.” Sam covers her face with her hands. “If she was do you think she’d tell me? I’m frakking out. My mom was not...we didn’t talk about this stuff at home. All I want is for her to feel like if that’s the choice she wants to make, then it’s hers.” 

“Do you mind if I call backup?” Sam never expected ‘backup’ to mean Kara Danvers showing up with a bag fun of sex education supplies. Apparently, Kara has a bunch of teen interns at Catco and after catching one of them sexting on company time, she decided that they all needed a lesson in safe and healthy practices. “Why do you have a plantain?” Alex asks as Kara spreads out her pamphlets, plantains, dental dams and condoms on the table. 

“I find that it’s better to lower expectations on size.” Kara is like a bird. Fluttering all around Sam’s coffee table. Alex is sipping coffee and shifting from foot to foot impatiently. 

“Kids sleep forever.” 

“Not everyone wakes up at four in the morning,” Sam reminds Alex with a nudge. “Do you think I’m doing the right thing?” That stops Kara’s fluttering and Alex’s sipping. “I didn’t have the greatest example of what a mother is supposed to do.”

“Sam, you love her. You can’t control everything in her life but you can help her stay informed,” Kara offers. “I’ll go wake Ruby up, you two relax.” Kara bounds up the stairs leaving Alex and Sam alone. 

“You’re a great mom, you know that?” 

“Don’t make me cry. Please.” 

“I mean it. Ruby’s lucky to have you and after we talk about safe sex, I’ll take everyone out to Olive Garden.” Sam could tackle-hug Alex but she doesn’t have enough time before Ruby is walking down the stairs with Kara. 

Ruby stops in her tracks and looks between all of them. “Is this an intervention?”

“No,” Sam assures her. “This is a conversation. I want us to be able to be open and honest about sex. Alex and Kara are here to help. Is that okay?” 

“Duh, it’s okay.” Ruby heads over to the coffee table, already glancing at all the pamphlets. “Why are there plantains here?” 

Alex nudges Sam’s side and whispers, “I think you raised an alright kid too.” Sam nods, it’s not news to her but it is nice to be reminded of how wonderful her daughter really is.

[reallyginnyf]

quaranmemes for quarantines

I was tagged by @sparksearcher, thanks, this is a good one. It’s also a long one, so apologies to mobile users and for the rest of you: 

when was the last time you left your home?

We took a drive yesterday but only got out of the car once, at a local farm stand. The pig smell was ripe and there were eight other people milling around so we got back in the car immediately. My last time inside a place of business was on the 13th, a stock-up trip to Aldi. Everyone was wearing a mask and they were controlling the number of shoppers with a “one in, one out” method. I don’t anticipate another grocery run for a few weeks.

what was the last thing you bought?

It was an onlline order of a 10-pack of washable cotton masks just this morning. I’ve crocheted some nifty washable masks using dishcloth yarn but without filter material they’re useless because of the holes in the work. But I think a combo of a crocheted mask with a filter and a cotton cloth mask would be effective. 

is quarantine driving you insane or are you finally relaxed?

My brain is a jerk. I’m an introvert plus I’m agoraphobic so I’ve never minded staying home. It’s cozy and safe. Now that I can’t go anywhere, I literally want to go ALL OF THE PLACES ALL OF THE TIME. I’ve been having a tough time emotionally because everything feels dangerous now and I worry constantly...about my older high-risk husband, about my elderly parents, about my teenager’s future and on and on. 

who are you spending quarantine with?

Russ, when he’s not scheduled to work, and Zack.

do you have pets to keep you company?

I don’t and honestly? I’m happy to not have a pet right now. I’m sure they provide welcome comfort but It’s stressful enough trying to make sure there are enough food and supplies in the house for the three of us plus making sure my elderly parents are provided for without having to plan bulk-buying trips for pet food and other things. I get to see Buddy and Bonnie next door and Paco and Lucky across the street plus it’s baby squirrel and baby bunny season in the garden.

what are your current responsibilities?

Planning meals, planning shopping trips, bulk cooking so we have freezer meals available just in case, keeping an eye on Zack with his online classes since he’s not feeling particularly motivated atm, lots of laundry when Russ is working, cleaning and sanitizing the house, planting and maintaining our flower, vegetable and herb gardens, keeping on top of the budget, making sure bills are paid, trying to keep in touch with friends and family and trying to keep my sanity. I am succeeding at only a few of these.

do you have a room to yourself?

Guest bedroom sometimes when Zack isn’t using it for online class. I’ve mainly been escaping to our unfinished basement because I love it down there. We have bookcases and chairs and lamps and an area rug and a super old TV/VHS combo and it’s always cool and quiet. I do my workouts or listen to podcasts and crochet or put in some ridiculous old movie from our VHS collection and just escape for a while.

are you exercising?

Some? Whatever viral thing I had in March caused a major POTS flare so my heart rate dictates how much I can exercise each day. Right now my O2 sat is hanging in around 94% and my resting pulse rate is in the 90s, sometimes the low 100s, so I have to pace myself. Just walking around can spike it to the 130s. I can’t do my favorite 90s workout MTV: THE GRIND, sad face. So it’s yoga or recumbent bike for now. 

town, country, city?

We’re a city, population around 14,000, but in reality we’re a suburb of St. Louis.

how’s your toilet paper supply?

We’re wealthy. I started getting nervous about coronavirus back in the middle of February so every time I went shopping I picked up another pack. I didn’t hoard, just made sure I bought extra so we have about 45 rolls in the house right now.

what’s the worst thing that you had to cancel?

Two in-state college visits and one out-of-state visit. We’ve been planning and saving money for almost a year and had to cancel them all. Zack isn’t sure he wants to reschedule because he doesn’t know what the college experience will realistically look like for him in 2021. Which is logical but I’m still sad.

what’s the best thing you’ve had to cancel?

Dental work. It’s necessary but not emergent so it’s not being rescheduled until later this summer.

who do you miss the most?

This will sound perverse, because they’re the two people who drive me the absolute bat-shit craziest, but I miss visiting my parents. They won’t call me, refuse to let me shop for them, do not come to the door when I drop off whatever supplies I’m assuming they need and wouldn’t think of driving by our house even though we live less than a mile apart.  I’ve not actually seen them since the end of February so I have no idea how they’re doing. They could be dead or hospitalized for all I know.

do you have any new hobbies?

Hell, no. I’m neglecting the few hobbies I have, I’m not thinking of new ones. What would I do? Learn a language, learn to play an instrument? I’m lucky if I remember to take a shower every day.

what are you watching the most?

I can’t watch scripted TV or movies right now because I sit there and think “I'm watching celebrities who make more money than I will ever have in my life and they’re safe from the pandemic so FUCK THEM” which kind of gets in the way of my enjoyment. I signed up for Ovid TV because I love documentaries but I can’t watch those, either. The pandemic is an emotional overlay of everything I try to consume right now, visual or written, so I’ve been going back and re-watching everything on LGR’s YouTube channel, especially the Sims Let’s Play videos. His Duke Nukem voice and the stupid shit he does like creating Fartwhistle Dingleprop and his Hat of Shame or putting the Sims’ toilet in the middle of a hedge maze hits the right spot for me now. 

are you still going to work?

I’ve been out of work a long time. Russ is still working since he works for a public utility, at an evil, evil coal-burning power plant but hey, the electricity has to be generated somehow. The other options are nuclear, but Callaway scares the shit out of most Missourians and no one wants to pay the increased rates for green energy, so here we are. His team has been divided in three and they rotate three 12-hour days in a row and then seven or eight days off in between. He’s getting his full pay and I am enormously grateful. 

what are you out of?

We’re honestly okay on everything. I started stocking up in mid-February, bought a chest freezer and filled it up and made sure we had plenty of everyone’s shelf-stable favorites. Plus I stocked up on paper towels and disinfecting wipes and hand soap and toiletries. I’m starting to get a little low on eggs but a local restaurant is selling grocery items during the shutdown so I can get a flat when I need them.

have you made any changes to your hair during quarantine?

Nope. I’m allergic to hair dye and my stylist hasn’t found a formulation yet that works for me and I’m not messing with henna. So it’s the same old gray + mousy brown. It’s lovely. I’m letting my hair grow because my emotional state is precarious enough. If I do a hack job with kitchen scissors and cringe every time I look in the mirror, that’s not helping. It’s about an inch past my shoulders now and my fringe is long enough to be swept to the side but I have to hold it in place with barrettes because it’s heavy so I look like a sad old scene girl.

tagging: @this-lioness, @englishsongbird, @veradune, @maresdotes, @impreciselanguage, @stackcats, @resting-meme-face, @buddhish and seriously, all my mutuals because I want to read your answers but I’m having trouble remembering usernames or I remember them but I can’t spell the damn things and I just don’t have the energy to look anyone up, please forgive me. 

[brothersinablackcar]

Welcome 7 Wincestmas

Okay. This one got away from me. It started with the idea “Dean stitching Sam’s wound” then not only couldn’t I control it, I didn’t even try. It is also NSFW which means there’s a bunch of paragraphs dedicated to setting the scene before the PWP.

Finding an empty house wasn’t that hard. Sam and Dean sped past at least two on their way out of town before following a for sale sign up a long driveway to a foreclosed colonial. Dean idled beside the retaining wall, where the drive curved, hidden from the road, and the one house close enough to see through the surrounding trees. If they got inside without incident, he’d pull up into the garage. While finding a place wasn’t tough, they still had to get inside without calling any heat down on themselves.

“Can you make it up the rest of the way?” Dean turned towards his brother in the passenger seat.

“It’s not that bad,” Sam pulled the door open in an attempt to cut off Dean’s retort.

“Tell that to the leather!”

Sam grunted in reply, already heading towards the double garage doors. They’d scoped the place out in the day; though they hadn’t had time to get inside before they were due at the morgue, Sam still had the keypad hacker in his pocket. Despite knowing Dean’d taken a pair of wire cutters to the back, he stepped cautiously into the range of the motion-sensor flood lights. They stayed dark, thankfully. He worked by the light of his cell to get the faceplate off, and hook up the tool. It’d be at least six minutes; he knew he should head back to the car see if his brother needed help sorting gear, but neither his body nor Dean would thank him for it, so he stayed tucked close to the siding.

When the door finally lifted, Sam didn’t bother calling out, the soft growl of the Impala’s engine confirmed Dean’d heard and was on his way up. They simply had to hope the unavoidable noises wouldn’t travel, or call any curious eyes their way. Hidden hideaway didn’t always mean easy to escape.

The car pulled into the garage while Sam picked the lock on the door into the basement. Though focused, he took a moment to reach up and hit the button on the garage remote screwed to the wall. Sam grimaced, feeling the gash on his shoulder suck open with a sluggish gush of pooled blood.

“Hey!” Dean reprimanded, already laden with two duffels and the cooler. “If you tear that open more, Imma be pissed.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Sam muttered finally feeling the last pin give.

The basement held whatever the last tenants hadn’t deemed worth taking. Among the various piles of knick knacks and abandoned outdoor holiday decorations there were also a couple unbalanced dining room chairs with stains on the cushions, a heavy dresser with a mirror, an old flat weight bench on foam rubber, and a thirteen inch CRT TV/VCR combo that Sam was pretty sure was popular when he was in middle school.

“No hot water,” Dean tromped back downstairs after exploring the rest of the house, “but it’s clean at least.”

Dean set a jug of water next to the exercise bench then pulled the sturdiest dining chair over next to it.

“Get cozy, Big Guy, I’ve to do surgery.”

Sam abandoned his search for VHS tapes, and the vain hope the TV still worked. Dean waited for him to sit straddling the back of the chair before helping to remove his flannel, and undershirt. Despite the gash that went through both layers, Dean set them aside to be washed and mended later, as long as the blood came out, they’d be turned into rags and bandages if not. Sam figured at least the undershirt would be in the first aid kit after laundry day.

“Jesus, Sam.” Dean said getting his first close look at the wound.

“That bad?”

“Of course, it’s that bad. Don’t pretend like you didn’t know it.” Dean unpacked the first aid supplies, passing Sam a bottle of painkillers, and a bottle of vodka, after a rag had been drenched in it.

Sam knew they weren’t quite down to dental floss, but he also knew even if Dean opened a second pack of suture, the needle would get snipped off and saved for when they were, so that the first couple stitches Dean threw would barely sting, but by the last few the dull needle would be as likely to tear through flesh than cleanly puncture it, and hurt like a son of a bitch whichever it did. He took two pills with a shot of the vodka, watching Dean through the dresser mirror. His brother frowned at his back.

Dean took the vodka bottle drizzling it over the wound. Sam choked off a scream, beads of sweat forming on his lips. Dean tapped Sam’s arm with the bottle.

“Take it.”

Sam took it without thinking, any distraction welcome.

“Need help scrubbing in, dump some over my hands. I can’t be nurse and doctor.”

Sam did as instructed, but kept his eyes on Dean in the mirror. He tried to picture Dean in green scrub, waiting for his nurse to finish prepping the patient. It was a little hard with Dean whipping his hands back and forth to dry them, but it was clear enough to redden Sam’s ears, and keep his eyes glued to the mirror for the whole painful process.

Dean started by pushing at the bruised flesh, draining any blood that hadn’t escaped yet, then he pulled at the edges, assessing the depth, and best approach for healing. In another life, he’d have been a great doctor. Neither of them was bad at patching up wounds that probably should’ve been tended to by a licensed medical professional, but Dean was especially good at it, better than him, Sam could admit.

“Doesn’t look like it made it to muscle, thank fuck. We’re blown at the two nearest hospitals. Think I can improvise a drain.” He trailed off and didn’t say more to Sam for awhile, though he muttered to himself. Sam heard the occasional curse, though whether from himself or Dean, he wasn’t in a state to say.

“We’ve got enough antibiotics. Probably should hold off on a real shower, but if you ask nicely, I might be willing to help with a sponge bath.” Dean dabbed at the closed gash with a wet cloth, admiring his work.

Sam lost his patience, standing quick enough to catch his brother off guard. He pushed Dean against a stack of boxes and hoped they didn’t topple over them while he crushed their mouth together, his deft fingers making quick work of Dean’s belt and fly.  

“Don’t pop your stitches!” Dean hissed, in anger and lust with Sam’s hand now in his pants, stroking him, seeking to pull him out.

“I think I need my temperature taken, Doctor.” Sam dropped to his knees, bringing Dean’s pants and boxers down to Dean’s ankles. He brought Dean’s cock to his lips, and kissed away a bead of precum. “I forget, if the stuff gets in my mouth, do I spit or swallow?”

“Fuck, Sammy.”

Sam took Dean almost to the root, hollowing his cheeks and bobbing for a minute before pulling off with a pop, and jacking Dean while he looked back up, “If you won’t tell me, I can’t risk getting it in my mouth.”

Dean bucked forward, but Sam kept control.

“Swallow. Swallow it.”

“You’re sure?” Sam unbuckled his own belt one handed, more careful with the zipper as he was already tenting his jeans.

“Jesus, yes. Swallow it all. Suck me down, Sammy.”

Sam stood, pushing his pants and boxers down just far enough for his cock to bob free.

“Maybe if you showed me it was safe.”

Dean looked up at Sam, clearly torn, and frustrated. Sam urged him to his knees. Dean tongued Sam’s slit then took him in his mouth. Sam watched him, stroking the hollow of Dean’s cheek. “Use both hands. You know you can’t take me all the way yet.” Dean’s whimper practically sent Sam over the edge.

Dean worked to get Sam off quick, no time wasted on teasing, bobbing recklessly, gagging every other stroke. It was exactly what Sam wanted. He sucked hard enough that Sam didn’t have to take over until the final few thrusts. Sam gripped Dean’s hair, and fucked in rough, feeling Dean’s throat constrict and try to force him up, he pulled back in time to flood Dean’s mouth.

“Don’t forget you have to show me it’s safe to swallow.” Sam said between pants.

Dean did with a shy blush.

Sam wasn’t cruel, and didn’t make Dean ask, “Okay, I’m ready.”

They switched positions, and Sam brought his brother off slow.

**********

HNNNNNGGGGGGG I JUST. *bites lip* *swoons*

[silyabeeodess]

FusionFall Headcanons: Stickybeard

Although some Fusion Fighters treat him with a wary eye, Stickybeard’s one of the few villains that actually managed to win people over at large.  For a pirate that’s stolen candy from so many kids, he’s got a winning personality that’s easy to rally behind--and it’s attracted soldiers of all ages to follow under his leadership.

As revealed in “Operation L.I.C.O.R.I.C.E,” Stickybeard was formally known as Stickyfuzz, working as a cabin boy for Captain Black John well before rising to lead a crew of his own.  This, combined with his willingness to accept young pirates among his numbers--such as his attempts to convince Numbuh 5 to join him as his first mate--leads me to believe that he was likely a candy pirate from a very young age himself.    

His fights with the KND aren’t personal, and he doesn’t actually have an issue with kids in the same way other KND villains do.  (If anything, he can behave very much like a kid himself at times.)  He only targets them for their own large stores of candy, as a rather standard, but very successful thief. If he has an issue with the KND, it’s simply because their in the way of his plunders.  At times, he will even help kids--albeit by his own, skewed sense of morality/honor. 

Despite the respect he gets from other KND villains, he’s a bit of an odd-one-out.  Again, he doesn’t hate kids in the same vein as the others: They’re just his primary targets since they get alot of candy and are the easiest to steal from. (Taking directly from candy stores/factories tends to be a ‘no,’ because then the candy pirates would risk destroying those businesses entirely, effectively draining the overall supply, and having the cops on their tails.)  Some of the villains are kind of aware of this, but Stickybeard is so successful that many of them overlook it or simply don’t care: He’s caused enough misery among children that he’s alright in their book.  Stickybeard, in turn, is pretty cool with them. He’s always been closest to his crew, but enjoys hanging out with some of the other villains like he’s part of a club.  This placement among them and his feelings regarding both them and children can be best seen in “Operation A.F.L.O.A.T,” where he saves Sector V from the Great White Asparagus and gives them candy, but then asks that they keep what happened a secret from the other villains.  

He and Knightbrace are lowkey at each other’s throats sometimes, as they’re total opposites regarding sweets. Stickybeard wishes Knightbrace would calm down his hygienic extremes and, if Knightbrace has his way, he would strap Stickybeard to a dental chair and give his teeth in the very least a cleaning to end all others.  

He’s been to places like Stormalong Harbor, but dominates the suburbs like Captain Black John before him. 

He’s heard of Candied Island, but unlike many who want to go there, his experiences at Red Stalk Isle--knowing the entire crew he was previously a part of turned into licorice monstrosities--has turned him against going after many candy-magic relics/locations/etc.  To him, Candied Island sounds a little too good to be true without there being some sort of catch,  He’s probably always been more cautious than Captain Black John in that respect.  

At the start of the war, Stickybeard wasn’t really in the best place on the inside.  Losing his ship hurt and then part of his crew leaving/mutinying against him was worse.  He’s not really the sort to get sad though: He turns his feelings into action.  He probably would’ve joined the Fusion Fighters eventually anyway, but losing the Sweet Revenge made things personal.  If the infection can be dispersed, he wants his ship back.

He’s still got “sticky-fingers,” so you better know how to hide your sweets really well if you’re stationed at Candy Cove--or else bring the junk candy that not even he will touch unless he’s just that desperate.  In contrast, he’s not against sharing his own sweets with people who work for him/get on his good side.  If you’re a loyal candy pirate yourself, you’re bound to get a share of the bounty.  

Hang around him or the other candy pirates long enough and you’ll catch on to a few legends or candy shanties that only they really know about.   

[lynchlaura1992]

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