#this one was rough i aint gonna lie

[verndusk]

re-drawing a Bad Batch scene a day until season 3 comes out (or i forget): day 32

[frostedpuffs]

normally i dont mind when plans get canceled last min but all i was looking forward to after the shitd week i've had was getting my hair done today only to have my stylist cancel on me 30 mins beforehand. i

[klipkillakai]

omg that last post was everything you are so good at bringing an ask to life! what about *insert your fav* with a gf whose super sweet and kind to people, animals pretty much anything but in the bedroom her “reward” for being so good is that rough shit like choking spanking spit alllll that. honorable mention to her still having a sick ass praise kink 🫠🥴

rafe has always thought you were a sweet girl.

from the moment he met you he’s seen your kindness flow out of you like a stream of bright light, always kind. always considerate and well mannered.

you were his sweet girl, his.. good girl.

and you deserve a reward for that every now and then. :)

‘plap! plap! plap!’ rafe pounds into you ruthlessly, fucking you as if he hates you, as if you’ve done something wrong, it’s nearly brings you to tears, your in reverse cowboy position, rafe sitting up behind you, kissing your shoulder with a tight grip around your neck and fingers rubbing slow circles on your clit.

with every thrust you and rafe moan, god it feels sooo good, you know rafe isn���t punishing you. you haven’t done anything wrong. this is your reward, heavy passionate rough sex, nasty sex, shit you blush at when mentioned.

“that feels good huh baby? you love sitting on daddy’s dick huh?, this your reward for being such a good girl for me aint it?” you moan in reply, you feel yourself tighten around him, you love praise, you revel in it, you thrive in it. especially his, oh! you love him so much it makes you dizzy.

“lay on your belly” you hear him rasp, and your quick to do it, quickly leaning forward and pulling a pillow for your head as you lay down and arch your ass up, your getting so good at that, rafe thinks, he has to teach you when you first met, the memories of him pushing your lower back down the first time you had sex flashes through his mind and he smiles a bit.

“ass so pretty baby” he whispers, he lazily spits and it lands on his dick and a bit on your sore gaping hole, he slides himself back in with a long relieving sigh and slowly pounds into and gradually picks up his pace.

‘haa~ haa~ haa~’ each noise you make matches his pace, he’s so big, long and heavy compared to his skinny body, it surprised you at the beginning, not gonna lie, but it was such a good one.

‘slap!’ you feel his heavy hand slap your ass and you cry out, the painful sting burns in your skin, melding together perfectly like yin and yang, like sweet and sour, like the sun and moon, how different you both are, you so sweet and kind, you bright as sunshine, him so rough and mean, him dark as the moon.

he pushes you down so you lay flat on your belly, and he’s on top of you, arms beside your head and he’s looking at you, his mouth slightly agape and just staring at your pretty face, he captures your lips in a kiss and pulls away “open” he says with a grunt and you open your mouth, he spits in it and swallow and show him after “good girl” he coos and press his forehead to yours while pounding into you.

your connection is so deep, as deep as he is inside you, like his ocean blue eyes when he’s deep in thought, he feels this more than you, he’s crazy about you, he’ll never let you go, and he shows that when he fucks you, he marks you, your his territory, your his kryptonite, someone he keeps closes because he loves but also because he fears.

you start to feel that pressure build up right below your belly button, your eyes close and you bite your lip, you mewl. his hitting that perfect spot and he sees it in your face, a ping of satisfaction shoots through his spine and makes his dick throb.

“gonna cum for daddy?” you quickly nod with unshed tears in your eyes “yea?” he hums with condescension, “i know baby, jus hold it in f’me”

you softly whine and rafe sits up and flips you over, he needs to see all of you when he cums, he pushes your legs back against your head and pounds into you, the sounds of your skin slapping together ringing through the room once again, “ugh!” he moans, a chill running through his body like electricity, he’s so sensitive now and your so tight around him he wants to whine, and sometimes he does and you love it so much.

he kisses your neck, leaving marks that are soon to fully form, nipping and biting at your skin, he loves your smell, your sweat mixing in with the perfume you recently sprayed smells heavenly, he literally licks your neck, slowly dragging his tongue down it and giving you deep slow strokes to match, your toes curl, your eyes roll and you feel yourself start to cum.

tears roll down your cheeks and you hiccup and whimper, he grunts and thrusts harder and harder until you feel his nails grip into your thighs and his hips snap into you, it looks like a bullet hit him, he winces like a puppy and looks at you with so much love it makes more tears escape from your eyes.

“fuck i love you” he grunts and you feel the ropes of hot cum hit your cervix, one.. two.. three.. no four times.

he looks down his mouth forming an ‘o’ at the mess you both made together, and he slowly pulls out, watching your cream and his cum flow out of you like sweet nectar, it’s so enticing to him, like the leftover frosting in a bowl, he dips his finger in it and sucks it, salty and sweet, he leans down and kisses you, sloppily and disgustingly.. you both are soo nasty and you both couldn’t give less of a fuck.

besides in his eyes you’ll always be his good girl, no matter what.

|a/n|

this miiiight be some of my best work, i told y’all i would be back, this is a little starter and i just needed to express my ongoing obsession with rafe mf cameronnnn 😭

also shoutout to who gave me this idea! thank you so much and i wish i did this inbox sooner! also i take requests guys! so request away! i’m making a master list soon so look out for that!!

[slashingdisneypasta]

Striker x Small!Meek!Fem!Reader || Drabble

I LOVED HIM SO MUCH in the new episode.

Plot: Striker fails her so Stella shows him why he should be afraid of displeasing her- by leaving you a bloody and beaten mess on his doorstep.

Warnings: You are really badly brutalised and Striker has this weird combination of love and degradation for you that's ... interesting... 🤔🤔😅

God fucken damnit. You weren't made for this kinda bullshit. How'd that bitch even know about ya?

As Striker lifted your very delicate, shaking body up off the filthy ground, just about melting at the feel of your fragile little fingers pinch at the front of his shirt and the sound of your little nose sniffling against his chest as you cry. This is not right. You don't go fucking up weaklings for no reason.

"St- Striker- "

"I know, darlin'. I'll clean ya up- you'll be right as rain in no time."

You continue to sniffle, giving a bubbly little sob, and its so pathetic his black heart actually feels lie its broken. What the hell? ... That royal cunt better watch her back- next time he sees her, she wont be makin' it out alive. Grimacing, Striker walks with you in his arms over to an old wooden bench. The wood is rough as hell but its the only one he trusts to not snap under you, and surely a few lil splinters aint gonna make no difference with what you're already dealin' with.

He leaves you there cold and alone for a few minutes as he goes in search of his first aid kit- he doesn't need it all that often, so he's not too sure where he left it last. By the time he finds it, dusty and unused, buried under some fallen rubble, you've managed to get your own shoes off. Which makes him give you the smallest of grins, setting the first aid kit on the table beside you. "There you go, little girl. Good job. Can you wriggle on outta yer pants for me, too? Gotta get to those cuts... "

Striker's luminescent, snake-like eyes focus on your little form as you try; Sticking your thumbs under the waistband of your jeans and shifting, pulling, trying. You fail, and you're just a pitiful little bunny covered in tears and blood, and Striker's frown just gets worse.

How... how could someone do this to you?? You were pathetic before, sure,.. but now you're fucken tragic. Jesus fucking christ.

Its gonna be hard to let you outta his sight, after this.

When you give up, and just cover your face with your hands and start to cry again - thinking he's mad at you, - , he gives a relenting sigh. "... C'mere, tough girl, I'll help ya." With a hiss, Striker pulls out his blade and slices the garment off you. Then he flicks the first aid kit open, one hand on your bare thigh and his warm body nice and close to yours, as he methodically begins to care for and wrap up your bloody gashes, slashes and grazes.

He starts with your legs, wrapping up your sweet thighs completely in gauze before kneeling down and doing the same to your dainty calves. When he's done with that he grunts, and gets back up to his full height - he hangs over you even as you sit on the table.

When he cups your face in one of his hands to clean away the tears and hold you still so that he can stitch up a particularly nasty slice Stella gave you when you started to cry, he essentially engulfs both your cheeks. When he's finished with your face, he pauses- his eyes gaze down at your lips- before letting you go with a scowl and picking up your hands one at a time.

The left arm is worse, already turning a disgusting purple colour and practically broken so he carefully sets that one up in a sling before winding gauze around the other; Gently rubbing circles of disinfectant cream into your palm when he notices a gash there with dirt spread into it. "Hmmmm... " He hums lowly at it, frowning deeply and glaring as his thumb works away at the area- soothing your hurt but making you nervous.

"I- I... I'm so sorry, Striker... I'm- I'm... so weak... " You whimper meekly, eyes still full of tears.

"Yeah... " He sighs. "But yer my weakling, so... I shoulda been there to protect ya."

Sniffing wetly, you immediately shake your head- a little, spark of defiance that ordinarily, Striker woulda found fucken adorable. You? Thinkin' you can stand up to him?? Sweetheart, no... "No, its not your- "

"It is... " Pinching the bridge of his nose and letting go of your hand, Striker lets out a long suffering groan... frustrated and pissed but trying really really hard to compose himself. To not scare you. "... but you know what? That's okay."

"... What?"

"I got a fix, for this. Its alright."

"What's your... what's your fix?"

Here he lets go of his face and looks down at you again, a look on his face that isn't warm but isn't quite cold either; Its curious, and makes something heat up inside you- deep in the pit of your stomach. "... I'll move ya in here with me tomorrow. That way, I can keep an eye on ya." Cuz clearly you cant take care of yourself.

Fuck- Shit- He knew that, already. He knew that from the moment he first saw you, and he still let this happen.

Seeing him beating himself up again inside his head, you start to feel bad. And not because you're physically aching, and stinging, and torn to pieces- because your cowboy is upset. You hate it. If only you were tougher... then you could keep yourself safe and he wouldn't have to be so hard on himself!...

... If only.

After a few moments of silence between you two, you raise your creamy hand to his face; grazing your knuckles softly against him for a second- before second-guessing yourself, becoming embarrassed, and attempting to retreat again quickly.

He catches your hand though in his much bigger, tougher, capable one and holds onto it. "... That's nice, darlin'. Y'can do that anytime."

"Okay... I- I will."

"For now, though... " This wins your full attention, causing you to look at him again; Eyes wide and innocent. There's a tired look on his face, but he gives you a devastating smirk. "Lets go to bed, sweet thing. Y'need your rest, after a beating like that... and I don't wanna let ya go for a little while."

"Th- That sounds good."

"Yep." With that, he gently scoops you up again and takes you away to his bed. As he lies you down, he gives you a kiss on the cheek, before laying down himself.

[magnoliamyrrh]

okay so. my opinions on their eyes were watching discourse that i disagree w. here goes english class essay on tumblr

starting w quickly one of the worst complaints ive ever heard, "its written in backwoods, uneducated, slave talk" "it portrays african americans as uneducated and lower class." dear lord. yes the book is written in heavy southern dialect or avve or both bc theyre basically the same thing, but it adds a lot to the book as far as im concerned. if i as a foreigner can manage to read it just fine and enjoy it, im sure you can deal w it. if i could read this when i was like 16 and had only been speaking english for 6 years rly, im sure u can cope. hurston was also an anthropologist who predominantly studied southern and carribean african diaspora, and thus her writing is heavily based on this. she also,,, was born in alabama and raised in florida, and thus, she was trying to portay not "those backwards rural folk over there" but her own people. and you can tell too, in the book, she was also trying to find and understand herself. others have called their eyes were watching god a brilliant capturing of the soul and culture of southern black ppl, and uhhH yea, id tend to agree. the fact she focused on rural peoples doesnt somehow mean she was saying all of the african diaspora is like this, and also...... .. theres nothing wrong with "uneducated" "backwoods" poor and rural people god damn get the classism out of here

but onto the main shit

a) its a grand love story love life goals. + her relationship w tea cake is feminist goals somehow

uhh,,, not quite, not as simple as that. even the summary of the book, along w many other summeries in some versions, calls it "an enduring southern love story" and to an extent it is, but also, its far from,,, something to be glorified too much. especially not as other book summaries say, "tea cake comes along and is the best thing ever a liberator etc etc"

its true that thats part of it. hurston from what i know said she wrote the book almost as a love ode to a man she fell in love with when she was in haiti, and it shows for sure. but tea cake, and his relationship with janie, isnt without problems. after they get married he steals her money, uses it to "feel like a rich man," to buy food and drinks for ppl, to buy a guitar, to party, leaving her alone for days while she wonders if he aint dead, or if he hasnt stolen her money and left her, used her - she's struggling, in pain, anxious through the roof, he finds her sitting on the floor staring into nothing when he come back. and sure, he apologizes, he explains himself with charm and humor, says he couldn't help but want to know, says he didnt wanna bring her around lower class folks out of fear she wouldnt like it - and when she tells him she'd want to be there, after that, he does always bring her w him and doesnt exclude her. he gambles the money back and comes back stabbed, bleeding, but keeping his word, "look in mah left pocket and see whut yo' daddy brought youh. when ah tell yuh ah'm gointuh bring it, ah don't lie." its playful, charming, you get drawn into his shpeel, and i think anyone whose ever had a habit of falling in love w,, , how to say, those rough around the edges, those w street smarts, can say yea, theres a charm to it. he tells her after, from that point on, they're going to be living on his money, that he's a man and thus he's gonna provide - and in truth he never steals her money again, never uses her money again despite her having it, and while she works at times, he also works more than her, and its clear hes okay w sticking by his word of providing.,, and janie forgives him for this ordeal, sure. at the same time,,, it could be said its a red flag and that yup, he stole her money once right after they got married and left her feeling bad for days, which aint alright

next, the domestic violence between them, and the jealousy too, which the book at times romanticized and portrays as normal. theres several instances of this throughout. janie talks about how he strikes her on multiple occasions, but also how she strikes him. she talks abt finding out theres consequences for trying to fight him, which is getting beat. when she gets jealous and thinks he might be sleeping w another woman, she slaps him and they fight from room to room, him trying to keep her from beating him, that time not beating her and ending up w them having sex. another time when tea cake gets jealous that a woman is trying to set her brother up w janie, even tho he knows she aint gonna leave him or cheat on him, he beats her just to show that he possesses her, owns her. he knows shes done nothing to justify the jealousy, but does it anyhow. "no brutal beating at all. he just slapped her around a bit to show he was boss. everybody talked about it next day in the fields. it aroused a sort of envy in both men and women. the way he petted and pampered her as if those two or three face slaps had nearly killed her made the women see visions and the helpless way she hung on him made men dream dreams." this line v much shows the romantization and normalization of domestic abuse. and then, tea cake goes on to talk to the other men about it, to brag about it, to talk about how bc his wife is mixed and lighter skinned you can see the marks and bruises a beating leaves on her. the other men say beating on darker black women aint the same, bc noone can tell the next day you beat them, and because they will fight you back and beat you back all night, but janie seems to just take it obediently (not exactly true in all instances, she does fight back and beat him at times) and u can see it on her skin. tea cake brags to the other men that thats why he likes his wife, and that she is wherever and however he wants her to be........ which is something janies previous husband joe said too :/ except janie seems to accept and romanticise this, while having an issue w her previous husband, when in many regards tea cake and joe are doing the same thing.

and this takes us to,, well, tea cake aint exactly a "liberator" and their relationship isnt feminism 101. its just not. yes, tea cake in a sense liberates her. he reminds her of the boy she had a crush on as a teenage girl and the bees in the bloosoming tree. he unlike her previous husbands lets her.. be. he teachers her how to play board games, teacher her how to shoot a gun, goes fishing with her, takes her to games and dances she wasnt allowed to go to before. hes proud of her for shooting better than him, and he never once tells her to shut up around pll like joe does. when shes with him she talks to other ppl, shes finally involved in community life like how she wished. they spend nights on the muck dancing, singing, gambeling, joking and talking w other people, joining the carribean dancers around the fire. its clear in a sense that throughout the progression of her marriages, janie ends up w a man who Does in some regards represent and give her freedom, and who is also much closer to lets say, an african spirit and traditions than the previous two, especially joe. janie says, tea cake made her soul come out of its hiding place, and he did.

but he also..,,, was a man of the times, and they were both people of the times. and while tea cake saw her as much more an equal than her other husbands ever did, he was also clearly in charge and their marriage was still following a series of traditional norms

janie is still in many regards submissive to him, and "like a child." despite her being older than him, he calls her a girl child, a baby girl, a little thing, makes several statements and allusions to this sort of thing a lot. he calls himself her daddy, he holds up the idea that a man ought to provide for "his woman" and take care of her. she wears blue like a young gal bc tea cake says it looks good on her. and still, yea, this isnt a one way thing in their relationship, bc janie also, especially when hes sick or wounded, calls him a boy, a boy chile, her baby, mamas him etc. and theres many times when hes all too happy to try to fulfill her wishes and needs and do what she wants. and yea, its part of how love makes you feel young, its part too of how some ppl search for that sort of parental care in their partners, especially those who havent had it much (like janie, who grew up without a father.) still, this is mostly seen the other way in their relationship

and here its important to take into account janies history of trauma and how she was raised. she was raised by her grandma, who was born a slave and raped by a white master, which is how she got her mom. her mom in turn was raped, and thats how she got janie. there is a deep history here of violence and submission - her grandma even tells her, the black woman is made the mule of the world by both white and blacl men. janie is also used to being struck by her grandmother as a child, thus, to her being hit is normalized, a part of life, and even a sign that someone cares about you a lot - loves you enough to beat you for your own good. janie is married off to a man x2 x3 times her age at 16 by her grandma, and shes expected to settle bc shes not being beat, shes not being worked too hard, and the mans got property. janie struggles throughout her entire life with the lessons and morality her grandma taught her, and her marriages taught her, even saying at some point she hates her grandma for it.... janie has been conditioned throughout her life to be submissive, and to accept violence, and while she definetely has a fighting spirit and craves more than shes told to settle for, while she certainly stands up to wanting a certain amount of independence, shes also... bound by her times, by her conditioning, and this has limits for sure.

and thus we see her submission in her marriage w tea cake, even as he gives her more freedom than others - even that phrasing, he "gives" her freedom, but really, it aint his to give is it...? not only does she forgive him for the money steling, and for the beatings, but its also shown regularly that shed much rather follow his lead w things. in many regards, shes the one that asks and does - they go where tea cake wants to go, they do what tea cake wants to do. hes the one that chooses where they get married, hes the one that chooses to go work on the muck, hes the one that tells her to come work the fields w him, and hes the one that tells her to stay home and not work... after the hurricane she tells him again, well do and go where u wanna go. and while she goes along w it, while she says well do whatever u wanna do,,,, shes still following his lead by all means. shes been sweeped off of her feet like a child, and in many regards shes following his lead, and its known that hes the boss. more equal than her other marriages, but, still

.... and so. its complicated. it sure as hell aint a relationship which is "feminist" or "liberating" in a feminist sense or a modern sense..... and yet. it would be unfair to say, it also didn't liberate her soul somewhat, and they didnt love each other

b) and this takes us to the second critique i dont agree w, that the book is outright bad bc it promotes and romanticizes violence and all this. and also its definetely not a love story at all

,,, and. yea i dont think this is a fair critique at all. i think its up to you to interpret zora's writing and what it means to you. she clearly had more than just a one sided puritanical moralistic view and feeling on all this, and yes, she wrote this book in part infleunced by a whirwind romance she had in haiti and im sure to a great extent her own life experiences. she also wrote this book in the the 1930s. there is something deeply deeply honest, raw, real, and soulful about it because of this, it is complicated in the way real life is

no, janie isnt some sort of modern day "feminist" protagonist but also. she wasnt meant to be, she just wasnt i dont think

and i dont think its,,,, fair, to dismiss this entire book and all the brilliance in it bc of that.,, or to say that they didnt love each other either. it was far from perfect thats for sure. and i do really get why some would look at all this and say yea, this isnt love. i do... but i think its more complicated that that. and i think in many ways, it is a story of people and love in the context of the, well, limitations of who they are. in the context of deep deep generation and current trauma, in the context of the times, in the context of a lot of things..... and ive said this before, to me its in many ways the same sort of conflict i had when writing that ethnography on my grand grandma and grandpa, child marriage bridal kidnapping and all that, and trying to make some sense of what love and marriage mean in circumstances like that. and i could not reach a conclusion which simply said, they never loved each other. i just couldn't no matter how much i wanted to, bc, despite how fucked it all was, that wouldnt have been the true, messy complexity of it all....... tea cake did love her, he did bring her to life, he did cherish her, he did protect her, he did see her as more his equal than other men - he risked his life for her and died for it. he was also possessive, and jealous, and physically abusive. and she beat on him too.

........ and on the ending of the book, it can be interpreted in different ways for sure. tea cake's death and the way he dies could be interpreted in many ways. it was rabies that took him, and rabies is why janie had to shoot him, but the rabies made the jealousy he had before and the violence he had before come out to a stronger extent. in a way it could be said zora ending the story w tea cakes rabies being the final issue relieves him too much of his responsibility and actions, gives janie a "justified" retaliation and end... zora also v much shows how the other black ppl shed been living w largely turned on her when she shot him, caring more for him they did her. surprisingly janie talks about how some of the white women in the courtroom pitied her and "formed a protective shield around her", while her own turned their backs on her..she hears the men say, "well, you know whut dey say, 'uh white man and uh nigger woman is de freest thing on earth'. dey do as dey please." even if soon they forgive her and feel bad for their turning on her and her treatment of her and come to their senses. and thus, were also reminded that the book is Indeed very vocal of black mens views and treatment of black women, (as well as on how colorism affects things but thsts a whole other long train of analysis) and that zora wasnt just saying and showing that all this is a-okay. she wasnt saying that the other men were all good all fine, she wasnt saying that tea cake was either

.. and as for janie coming back home. welp. i think it can be interpreted again in many ways. some say it shows she had to kill tea cake in order to truly gain her freedom, it was the final step in her coming to self and self actualization, and that the ending of the book is "feminist" in this regard. others say the ending is the ending of a great love story, with janie coming home now with her soul alive, having seen the world as she says, to rest and be at peace. she sobs of what has happened, and yet she realizes tea cake lives still in her love. a beautiful metaphor of how the dead live through the love of the living. his memory lightens up the room like a sun, she draws the fishnet of his light and love and freedom over her, she calls her soul to see.... she has also learned from tea cake in part to not care what others say, so she doesnt care that the town women want to talk shit about her.. others say, the ending of the book is a feminist disaster. it shows janie giving up control over her narrative by not caring what the other women are saying about her. it shows her shutting herself into her old house with memories of a man who really, wasnt all that great. others say, its not a feminist disaster bc while the ending means the above, in zora writing it even beautifying, were still meant to critique it

honestly by this point, not quite sure i know. id say its neither and all three all in one bc its way more complicated than just "a feminist or not feminist message" "a role model message" ,,,, but rather, something deeply real and complicated...

either way. im sure i could say more but thats most of my thoughts. i think its a pity to diminish this book either to some grand perfect love story, or to failed feminism, or whatever else. its so much more..... it is a book about deep deep trauma and pain, slavery, culture, humor, coming of age, soul, love, hope, hate, racism, colorism, women and men, religion, and beauty.... and id say, most all really, it is a story about how beauty somehow comes out of deep sorrow and pain.... reducing it into bits is a pity and disservice to its sheer raw and real spirit

[bamsara]

#49. “Is somebody jealous?” If you feel like it 🤙

Sun-Centric, Moon at the end. | Wordcount: 1,763 | A03 Version

Romantic-leaning.

Taking advantage of the fact that my Sun cannot lie, so he either deflects or avoids the question, while Moon is more blunt. Takes place in ARC 2 (Moon reinstated as DCA, restrictions taken off Sun)

(Also, consider this a draft crumb for a future chapter of Solar Lunacy, so, spoilers. You may see a similar scene in the actual fic later.)

He's the father of one of the children; the boy who's got a obsession with Monty, even shares the same hairstyle and sunglasses as the animatronic, although his parent is a bit duller as you'd expect: Confident guy, cleaned up and usually wearing dull sweaters with dark hair. Used to wear glasses but just wears contacts anymore, and he's got a arm tattoo of a skeleton riding a motocycle under his sleeves hidden by the clothing so it's not an issue at his job.

You don't learn this things of free will, by the way. The guy just really likes to talk to you past departure time whenever you're the one checking the kids out at the door. He's a rabbler, that one, and it goes quickly from a refreshing casual conversation to a realization that he was staying at touch over his welcome.

Sun usually comes to your rescure, in the oddest of ways, sometimes.

Sometimes he'll come up behind you, shoo you off to go collect some other child for another parent while he 'verifies' the parent's identity (which you know is bollocks, since the father picks up the same boy every day he's dropped off and the little troublemaker never had an issue recognizing the guy)

Other times he'll yell something about children knocking over a tower, or throwing ballpit toys or pool noodles, and despite knowning damn well he can handle them well enough, you'll excuse yourself to go take care of the scene without coming off as rude to the customer.

Really, you don't want to come off rude to a Pizzaplex guest. You're not exactly sure where you're job stands as it is. You're not going to take any risks of a complaint.

It takes a little bit longer this time. A child is currently sobbing over a skinned knee they got from rough housing in the pizzaplex while you're at the doors checking out the troublemaker and the twins to their respective parents. The mothers of the twins collect their boys, bid you a good day and leave well enough. The father of the troublemaker, as usual, lingers even after his name is marked off the list.

"Gettin' pretty cold out, aint it?" He says, pulling a small phone out of his pocket and handing it to the boy. His son takes it, and is busy with a mobile game quicker than you can blink. "Not gonna be much longer until Christmas."

You smile. Sun is busy comforting the child in the back end of the Daycare, so you'll have to navigate this conversation on your own. "Yep. Look's like we'll be as busy as ever."

It's carefully chosen words, and you watch the reaction in his face as you say them. It seems to be the correct choice, because something in his face steels. "Yeah, yeah. Say, you got any hobbies outside of this place?"

A casual, nonformal shrug. "I spend most of my time here, actaully."

"Oh, I gotcha." He chuckles. "Getting tired of hanging around robots yet?"

"Not really." Still smiling, gotta keep up apperances. "They're actaully great friends of mine."

Something shifts in the man's expression. Not in the way that makes you think he'd suddenly think less of you to like hanging around robots, but like he's just unlocked some sort of secret backstory lore for his favorite character in a video game, and you're the npc. "Oh, really? That's pretty cool of you. You know, I work with a couple robots myself. Over at the office." He talks like he's bragging you have something in common. "Takes out the trash and gets the coffee. Like interns, but you don't have to pay em."

Your smile stretches a bit thin. "They do good work. My friend Sun might need my help in a moment."

It's a light excuse, one that doesn't seem likes it's going to work because you don't hear a child crying anymore, and Sun isn't anywhere to be seen from a glance around the Daycare. The father interjects again. "Oh, yeah. Lanky guy, isn't he?"

"He's probably getting things ready for naptime." You turn to step away from the door. "I should go get the blankets-"

Your step away seems to activate something in him. "Oh, wait! Before you're busy. Didn't mean wanna impose, but would you-?"

A flash of yellow, reds and oranges comes into your vision rather quickly in the corner of your eye, and Sun is there (thank god) with a toddler curled up in his arms. She's already sleeping, and he's careful the beads in her hair don't press inbetween where her head rests against his chassis, and talks in a whisper-yell. "Heelllooooooo, there!"

The father looks a bit startled to seem him for a second before his composure returns, and you try not to look visably relieved. "Everything under control?"

"You betcha!" Sun manages to be loud and quiet at the same time, a feat only he can achieve, and turns to the father and his son standing in the doorway. "I'm sorry, but the Daycare will have it's naptime soon, so we'll be turning off the lights and trying to keep to our inside voices." He talks calm, assertive. "Is there anything else I can help you with before you go?"

This seems to work, the father blows air through his nose in semblance of a sigh, and shrugs. "Ah, nah. We've got it here." He turns to you to say the goodbye, though. "See you around."

You and Sun speak in unison as the pair leaves. "Have a Faztastic day!"

The door shuts behind the man and his son, and you feel the tension leave from your shoulders. Children are already getting into their mats and blankets on their own (save for two that are trying to fit into one sleeping bag so they can nap together, but you don't break them up or else they have nightmares) and you don't see much else for you to do other than to turn the lights off.

Sun holds the sleeping toddler in one arm, a hand coming up to gently cover her ears with the other. "Bit of a talker, that one."

"It's not like he's doing anything wrong." You shrug, setting your clipboard on the security desk. "Just chooses the worst time. I mean, like, c'mon. I'm at work here. I can't chat with people at the door."

"Would you prefer outside the Pizzaplex?" The animatronic asks. He doesn't look as nervous when you approuch the light switch anymore. Well, usually. "I'm sure he'd like that."

You don't reach for the light switch yet; doing so mid conversation would be rude, but you still raise a brow. "Sounding a little suspisious there, Sunny."

"Suspisious." He repeats, scoffing. "His intentions are plain as day! And I'm the day! Look at me! I'm telling you. Right now."

It's playful behavior, and the way he sounds when it's flared up is a little funny, so you cross your arms and lean against the wall next to the light switch. "Okay? What if I like the attention?"

Sun's smile thins. "Oh, we doubt that."

"But what if you're wrong? Would it be so bad?" You're teasing him, obviously, that much is clear. You can tell by the look on your friend's face that he's two seconds away from rolling his eyes (or maybe he is already, and you just can't see the pupils) but you're allowed to poke at the Daycare Attendant every now and then. "Maybe we'll never know because you keep chasing him off."

"I would gasp right now, dramatic and awful, but the childern are trying to sleep." Sun sounds incredbably deadpan. "And I'm not going to entertain your theatrics-"

"My theatrics?" You give a short laugh. "The last time he was doing this, you pretended to fall and break a leg so I could excuse myself to 'repair' you."

Sun holds up one finger to you. "And yet you still came running!"

"...Boo."

"There will be no 'booing' in the daycare-"

"Oh, boo. You just don't want me to get a date cause you'd miss me." You snort.

Sun looks like he's about to say something, then goes quiet, face static. You grin. The girl he's holding hasn't stirred yet, but knowning him, he's probably holding back for her sake to defend himself. He only does so after a moment. "Teasing and bullying is not allowed in the Daycare either, or do you think you're always excluded from rules?"

"So you would!" You laugh, and cover your mouth with your hand so it doesn't make so much noise. "And please, you let me get away with so much-"

Sun looks esasperated. "Against our will."

"What are you, jealous?" You continue, and miss the visible stillness that takes over the animatronic when you talk. White pupils deadpan at you and you snicker. "What? Nothing to say? Is somebody jealous?"

You chuckle as the Daycare Attendant stares at you, smiling but silient. It's fun to tease him, but it's about time you let him get back to work before you waste time, and you reach for the light switch, still leaning back agaist the wall. "Alright, alright. I'm done. Let's get-"

A hand reaches out over yours, pressing it against the light switching flipping it off as your fingers are locked underneath it's own. You pause, gaze dropping from the lightswitch and traveling back in front of you towards the animatronic as the lights in the Daycare go out.

The switch happens differently each time, but better times like this, it's a blink, and the Daycare Attendant went a far cry from hiding away each time to this; unwaving eyecontact, leaning int a little too close for comfort as colors change and the pressure on your hand feels a touch sharper.

"Yes." Moon says, deadpan.

You blink. "Uh."

"Blankets." His hand drops from the light switch, from your hand, and adjusts his grip on the still sleeping toddler in his other arm.

The small-talk of an animatronic leans away from you, and casually, turns the opposite direction towards the children who were either half-asleep on their mats already, or quite excited to see him. You watch as the animatronic finds a open mat to tuck the toddler into, mummering quiet hushes to the children around him as he busies himself with his duties.

Well, you might have lost that one. You retrieve the blankets from the supply closet, using your hands to scrub at the warmness in your face when he's not looking.

[splitontendo]

AINT SHIT

pairing: iwaizumi hajime x f!reader x oikawa toru

warnings: 18+, smut, size kink if you squint, creampie, reader almost falls off a high ledge, m*n being annoying, slut shaming, slight angst. lmk if i forgot anything.

yes this is based of doja cats song aint shit <33

oikawa had been ignoring your texts for the last two weeks. only replying past two a.m or when you agreeded to sext or send nudes.

to say it hurt your heart was an understatement, but it didn’t matter when iwaizumi was always a text away.

“you didn’t lie when you said you looked cute.”

your smiled grew in size buckling your seatbelt. “we’re you expecting anything less?” you half teased reaching for the aux cord and connecting your phone.

“you don’t mind right?” he shook his head pulling out your driveway and driving off.

the two of you made a quick stop to pick up take out and drove to the rooftop of an emptied parking garage.

before you were able to open the paper bag iwa grabbed your hand to stop you. “let’s eat outside.”

legs hanging over the edge you both sat quietly enjoying the food you two had ordered, and admiring the mix of pinks, blues, and oranges the sky painted over the high rise buildings.

“can i be honest with you?”

you turned your head, smirking as you bit into the french fry in your hand. “you’re not gonna confess to me are you haji?”

his cheeks burned up when you batted your long lashes at him to add on to the joke.

“y’know i’m talking to oikawa.” you quickly turned your attention back to the beautiful scene in front of you two.

“that’s the thing,” he placed his hand over yours that rested on the concrete, “you’re too good for him.”

“we all have our flaws i guess.” you replied less reassuring, gabbing your drink with the other hand to take a sip.

“he’s an asshole to you. you don’t really like him do you?”

no but he makes me feel pretty.

“maybe, that’s none of your-“ making an attempt to turn and bounce out of your seat you almost fell back. if it wasn’t for iwaizumi arm that caught you by the waist.

“be careful dumbass.” he muttered while you tried to steady the beating of your heart after that scare.

“thank you.” you said looking up at him.

the close proximity allowed you to admire his features from up close.

he was in no doubt an attractive man. every small detail from the color of his eyes to small scar near his eyebrow complemented him well. and you always seemed to forget, with oikawa clouding your mind.

your eyes flickered from his olive green ones down to his rough pink lips.

he eyes mimic your own—his gaze also following down to your plump lips. “no problem.”

you throw your arm around his neck catching his lips in a kiss. he felt so soft against your lips, his hands a contrast as they roughly roamed up and down you body.

your breast are pushed against his chest, and you moan down each other’s throats while he fondles your ass over your skirt.

he pulls you into his arms and off the ledge so you stand with you back arched against the low concrete wall, his knee between your legs.

“take this off.” his hands tugged on the thin fabric of your shirt.

“h-here?” you moaned as he moved his lips down to your jaw then neck. “here.”

scanning the area it was empty for the most part. the only sign of people were the empty cars parked in the lots outside the shops below you two.

before you had your shirt off and over you head, iwaizumi had already latched his mouth onto your breasts.

“fuck.” he groaned before taking your right nipple into his mouth, lightly biting down while his fingers toyed with the left.

desperate for contact, you began to grind yourself over his knee. wetting over the fabric of your panties and his grey sweats. he dropped his hand down to rub small circles on your clit over the damp fabric.

“this what you want?” he asked looking up at you from his place on your chest. a whine escaped your lips at the sight and you nodded.

“please haji-“ you chocked bringing him up for a kiss. “i need you, please.” you feel him smirked against the kiss at your begging.

“anything you want, you get.”

he pulled himself out his sweats, fully hard, tip red and leaking precum. he stroked himself while, pulling your panties to the side.

“tell me what you want?” he lines himself up with you. gasping at how wet your were, before bringing your juices up to your clit with the tip of his cock.

you whine, thrusting your hips against him.

“c’mon use your words.”

“want you inside me,” you gasp when you feel him at your entrance. “ta’ fill me up with your c-um” your breath caught at your throat when he slides in with no warning.

“y-you okay or can i keep going?”

there’s more?

you nod you head, only to throw it back, gripping onto the edge behind you when in one skilled thrust he bottomed out.

“you’re so big,” you move a hand to his shoulders, nails creating deep crescents onto the tan skin.

“shit, you’re so tight.” he hisses at how you’re clenching around him. he picks one of your legs up to wrap around his waist, rubbing small circles on the skin, “loosen up for me princess.”

when you feel yourself adjusting to his size and give him the go, you feel as his cock slowly drags along your walls. and when he pulls out halfway there’s a white ring at the end.

that’s when he throws all his cares, of wanting to be careful and safe with you, out the window.

iwa’s holds onto you hips, moving you to meet every thrust. hes hammering into you at a brutal pace—almost painful, but in a way it’s exactly what you want.

“harder, please-.” you cry out, feeling him get parts no man has ever been able to reach.

when you feel your leg about to give out iwa’s quick to pick you up. bounding you now more forceful onto his cock.

he watches your features closely—how your eyes are starting to tear up, the cute furrowing of your brows, and how your mouth is hanged open due to the pleasure. looking as if you were sent down to be his end specifically.

“fuck angel.” he crashes into your lips. this kiss was sloppy, making you feel dirty, yet hot.

“i’m gonna c-“ he moans into the kiss.

“cum for me.” you cups his face softly, feeling his strokes get sloppier by the second.

he wraps his arms around your hips, holding you tight against him before he shoots his load into you.

you whine into his neck feeling him paint your insides with his cum, he groans when he feels how you tighten around him also meeting your end.

the two of you catch your breaths for a minute, foreheads resting against one another’s. you feel as both of your liquids slide down your thigh.

“thank you-“ you smiled up at him, being cut off with the ringing of your phone.

both your smiles dropped reading the name across the screen.

toru

“you should pick up.”

“it’s fine, i’ll just call him later.” you noticed how his brows crease and he looks off to the side. “plus your still inside me.”

you giggled when a blush spread across his face. he placed your onto the ground carefully. watching in awe as you adjusted your panties, keeping his load still inside you.

after cleaning up and throwing out your trash you both made your way back to iwaizumi’z car. but before you guys drove off, iwa’s phone started buzzing this time.

“it’s toru,” you looked over at him. was he really going to answer?

he must of been able to read your face because he continued with, “he might be in trouble y/n.”

“i’m not going to stop you.” you responded looking down at your phone.

you could barely hear the other end of the call.

“iwa. did you say anything to y/n? do you know where she is?”

“no, only that you couldn’t make it to your guys plans. and yeah, im with her right now.”

there was a short pause, before oikawa nervously laughed.

“huh? what, why?”

“uh- we made plans last minute.”

“awe, without me?”

watching iwa nervously rotate the ring on his finger you cut in.

“yeah i mean how else would we be able to fuck?” you spoke loud enough for oikawa to hear you over the line.

“wait, is that her? did you two seriously-“

with that iwaizumi hung up.

“why the hell did you do that?” iwaizumi ask looking over at you.

“what, like he wasn’t off fucking some other girl.” you snapped back looking out the window to avoid iwa’s sharp glare.

“is that what this was? you getting back at him?”

“do you seriously think that of me?” you asked shooting your own glare back at him.

“you’re making it seem that way.”

“fuck you iwa.” you made an unsuccessful attempt to get out the car but iwa stopped you with an arm across your waist.

“stop being immature, i’m driving you home.”

having no idea where you two even were you, you sat back. facing away from him the whole drive to your house. you both ignored the constant buzzing of your phones—yours specifically.

[drakenology]

their s/o has kinky curly hair with Bakugo, Denki, Midoriya and Todoroki

author’s note: hey so i smoked a lot of weed and tried to do my hair afterwards and I quit so now I’m writing about kinky hair because I have a mixture of 3c and 4c hair and detangling is not poggers. Like it takes an hour to detangle my hair... I don’t have the energy for this rn. But even though it’s a fuck ton of work to take care of natural hair it’s still gorgeous and beautiful and strong and all of the fucking above. Shout out to all my kinky haired girlies. And of course shout out to my beautiful black queens. I see you boo! <3

warnings?: fluff, swearing and mentions of sexual activity (yeah, this one aint nasty... that’s the next post. shhh!) ALL CHARACTERS AGED UP 18+

Bakugo

not gonna lie this mf ignorant as fuck 

hates that you take so long to do your hair

but loves watching the process?

“What’s that stuff?” “What does it do?” 

educates himself for your future babies

he likes a challenge so why wouldn’t he figure out how to properly take care of curly hair? 

offers to do your hair sometimes 

sometimes does it better than you do?

thinks you’re a fucking goddess.

i am a firm believer that bakugo LOVES sistas ok??

This morning is particularly stressful. You had already broken a comb or two trying to do your hair last night. So when you went to bed thinking that your hair was gonna turn out amazing you can imagine your shock when it didn’t turn out right. Well, as your taking down your twists, you see that your hair didn’t dry all the way. You try everything you can to salvage your style; you pick it, try and diffuse it but you’re still unsatisfied with the look. You sigh and just tie it up in two afro puffs. You lay your edges carefully and do some light makeup. Suddenly, you hear the bathroom door fly open to reveal your boyfriend Bakugo staring at you. 

“So that’s what’s taking you so damn long.” Katsuki says leaning against the door frame. He was going to come in and yell at you to hurry up but with the way you looked all dressed up he was completely thrown off and blown away. You were wearing a bright yellow sundress that trailed down to your ankles. It hugged your body and flowed out towards the bottom of the dress. The bathroom smelled like your hair products; tropical and fruity smells smothering his nostrils. You were like a goddess standing before him. And he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. 

“Dammit, Katsuki wait a damn minute. I’ll be out in a second.” You said, adding the finishing touches to your face. Katsuki walks over to you and leans up against the kitchen counter to watch you finish your makeup.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” he said as he stared at your glistening mahogany skin.  You tried your best not to giggle at his stares as you turn to look at him. 

“You ready to go?” You ask, feeling a little flustered as he ran his hands up and down your hips, stopping at your ass as he cupped it with both hands. Katsuki plants a kiss on your soft, plush lips and shook his head. 

“I’d hate to waste that outfit.. but now I don’t wanna even go out. I wanna fuck you instead.” He says as he kisses your neck. OOOOWEEE

Denki 

my cute little idiot...

you had to remind him a lot to not touch your hair (it fucks up your style!)

had to explain what “shrinkage” was

asked once “WOAH IS THAT ALL YOUR HAIR???” making you get to cussin’

very infatuated with everything about your hair though. poor thing didn’t know no better until now

plays in your hair anyway when you’re cuddling

wants to do your hair for you but every time you let him it turns out a mess. 

loves the way your hair smells when you put your products in it

lowkey wishes he had curly hair too

obsessed with you..

“‘Nari? How do I look?” You ask as you turn away from you vanity to look at your goofy boyfriend who’s playing video games and sitting on the bed in front of you. He paused his game to look at you and immediately turned bright red. 

“Wow..” He said, completely amazed. You had your hair in flexi-rods; after you took them down your natural hair cascaded down to your shoulders in heaps and mounds of thick luxuriousness. He loved that your hair framed your face so well and the lovely smell coming from you intoxicated him. 

“You’re so pretty, Y/N.” Denki smiles.

You giggle and shake your hair in the mirror, loving how your hair turned out. You put on some lip gloss and stood up to walk over to your full body mirror to pose in front of it. Damn, you looked good! You were feeling yourself for sure and Denki just couldn’t help but stare. He watched you pose in the mirror, playfully wiggling your ass and flipping your hair around.  His eyes met your curvaceous body; the jeans you wore hugging your form graciously. The top you wore accentuated your cocoa skin so damn good that it appeared to Denki that you were glowing from within. What a beautiful fucking woman.

He stands up and walks behind you, wrapping his arms around you as he stared at your gorgeous visage in the mirror. 

“How’d I get so lucky?” He asked, enamored by your beauty. He plants a kiss on your shoulder as you giggle and embrace him. 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Todoroki

was kinda ignorant to black culture and hair styles but after your careful explaination he’s fully informed and loves every bit of you

buys you all them expensive natural hair products (trust me.. they aint cheap)

Watches you do your hair

loves when you wear box braids, pulls on them during sex sometimes if you’re too fucked out to care (oop)

smells your hair when you’re sleeping (not in a creepy way I promise)

Doesn’t tolerate racism and will beat the shit out of anyone who tried it with you. Period.

loves your complexion, thinks you look scrumptious in yellow (yellow looks GREAT on black people ok???)

Todoroki’s favorite time of year was the winter. He loved the sweaters, the hot chocolate and more importantly you can finally wear your natural hair out. Since hotter months make your hair sweat out when you straighten it, you usually keep it in braids or locs. But come winter time, you try and wear your natural hair when you can since winter months can be drying to your curls sometimes. You had spend the day (yes it’s a fucking day long process.. for me anyway) taking down your braids while sitting on the couch watching daytime T.V while Shoto was out working. After everything was out, you showered and washed your hair, sighing as the warm water and shampoo soothed and cleansed your scalp carefully. You step out of the shower and comb out your hair while it’s still wet. You do your normal routine and fluff out your curls with an afro pick and smile at your new growth. Unbeknownst to you, Todoroki had been watching the process from start to finish as he was sitting on the bed next to your vanity. You thought he was asleep since he liked sleeping in on Sundays so you were surprised when he got up and kissed you on the cheek, admiring your natural beauty.

“You truly are the most gorgeous person I’ve ever seen, Y/N. I’m so lucky.” He gushed. You giggled and kissed him on his lips, thanking him for the compliment.

“So, what you do want to do today, beautiful?”

Deku

When he met you he wanted to know everything about you

Secretly took notes 👀 has a notebook with your name on it with everything that has to do with you including your hair

Studies you and does your hair exactly like how you do it

Tries to impress you by coming up with new styles to try even though some of them are a bit crazy lookin

Loves you till the death of him

Very very sweet about helping you with your hair when you’re too tired to take care of it sometimes 🥺

You had a long, stressful and exhausting day. You spent all day at the hospital taking care of patien after patient nonstop with damn near no breaks in between. You had resorted to pulling your beautiful curls back and away from your face from all the sweating and running around the hospital, leaving stray curls hanging out. You were always a prim and proper girl almost never seen with your hair unkempt so when you returned home with your hair in a messy low bun, Midoriya knew what was up. He watched as you greeted him weakly and plopped on the couch next to him, laying on his lap and almost falling asleep.

“Rough day?” He ask. You almost burst into tears when you hear your boyfriend ask you about your day. It was rough and frustrating. You were just glad you were finally home so you can relax and try and forget about the taxing day. You sigh as Midoriya rubbed small circles into you back and undid the messy bun you had lazily tied hours before returning home.

“You just relax, princess. I’ll take care of you, ok?” He says lifting you up from his lap and carrying you to the bathroom. He sat you on the sink and put your hair in two braids for you so you could take a shower. He kissed your forehead and hummed sweet I love yous into your ear as you smile and kiss his nose. You loved that he was always so gentle with you, never hesitating to help you when you need it.

“I’ll make us something to eat. Pick out a movie for us to watch, okay? I don’t care if it’s something we’ve seen 100 times. Tonight is all about you.”

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

[thotsforvillainrights]

So now how about Toga, Shigaraki, twice, compress, hawks, Geten, nine, slice, chimera and mummy meeting a new member with some kind of godlike quirk, but when they meet her it turns out that she's pretty af but dumb as anything. Like literally trips head over heels, is accidentally hilarious, laughs at absolutely anything and is extremely clumsy. Like she literally is 100 times stronger than afo but she can't even remember where her house is lmao thanks

(Hope you don’t mind if I leave the reader’s orientation open ended like usual, so everyone can fit themselves in!)

~The Ditzy Goddess/God/Deity~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

~Toga~

-Not gonna lie, it confuses her at first. I mean usually when you’re so powerful, you’re vindictive right? I mean that’s what she learned from watching AFO or even when she’s just watching fictional villains in movies. So when she meets you, she’s more like...”What the hell??? Is this a side effect of the quirk?” Well all quirks should have a weakness right? Anyway, she likes you like this because it shows despite your power, you’re just a normal human being too. She also thinks your personality is pretty cute lol

~Shigaraki~

-Literally face-palms himself at you a million times a day. Like how can someone so powerful be so stupid? Take no offense to him saying this (it’s to be expected). Despite that, he does everything in his power to keep you away from AFO. If you end up being found, he at least makes sure you lie about your quirk or something (this is before Afo steals Ragdoll’s quirk btw). The reason is because Shiggy is scared master will either turn you into an unstoppable Nomu, or take your quirk and ultimately...your life. Tomura cannot let that happen, especially since he’s grown rather fond of you (fallen in love). 

~Twice~

-Sees your personality and thinks nothing of it. You’re no different to him just because you could possibly take over the world if you really applied yourself. The reason why is because Jin looks at you and sees the type of person you are outside of your insane abilities. He much rather prefers watching you laugh at your own slipping in the kitchen than watching you destroy half the city. He makes sure you don’t join the league because he just doesn’t want you to be used by them. Of course he fails and you end up being the new member anyway. You have to stop him beating himself up about it and you remind him that you do what you want with your power despite anyone else’s opinions.

~Compress~

-Very impressed with you and will help you tighten up on any skills you might be lacking...which isn’t a lot to be honest. Mostly he’s really amazed at how mundane and domestic you can be. You could be halfway across the world making it rain fire on an entire region but here you are in the grocery store tapping watermelon to see which one is fresh or not. He finds it both amazing and endearing at the same time. Sako realizes the he wouldn’t want it any other way.

~Hawks~

-He loves laughing things out with you when you find silly things hilarious. He’s just about the same so you two couldn’t be anywhere serious in public because you both would be kicked out for snickering to each other lol. Keigo spends a LOT of time making sure you don’t accidently kill yourself around the house with how clumsy you can be. “I can’t believe I have to put cushions on the edge of the table because of you.” He teases while you gasp at him. “Excuse me sir, but it’s not my fault the carpet was extra slippery that day!” You two laugh it out and he’s seriously planning on making you his wife/husband/partner someday. Right now his main goal is to keep you AND your quirk out of the eye of the hero commission!

~Geten~

-Pretends like he hates it, but he absolutely makes it his life goal to be your protector. You forget a lot of shit and you’re pretty ditzy most of the time...okay, all of the time, but he loves you for it. No matter how many times you catch him rolling his eyes at you throughout the day, he still does everything for you out of love. Geten just wants to make sure you remain safe in his arms but he will NEVER admit that to you so don’t try and get him to lol. Despite all of this, he loves asking you to challenge him to a spar so he can sharpen his skills and become better. You beat him every time and of course he’s fuming, but when he looks at that perfect smile while you’re laughing at him, his heart just kinda flutters. 

~Nine~

-Super worried about you in today’s society. He has a very strong quirk himself (one that’s killing him slowly as a result), so he knows how rough things can be. If your quirk doesn’t fit into the nice little box that society has created, then you’ll likely be shunned. However, he notices this isn’t the case with you. Despite having a massively powerful quirk, you seem to behave as if you don’t have one! In fact, you act as though you don’t have much of a brain either lol. He might find some peace of mind when he catches you flicking the door stop in the living room and laughing at the vibration sounds it makes. “What on Earth?” He laughs before hugging you tightly. Maybe he’s worried for nothing.

~Slice~

-She knows you probably share a braincell with like one other person but she’s okay with that. You’re like the light of her life basically. She’s not always the confident and arrogant sexy woman that she seems. Sometimes she has trouble finding motivation to get out of bed in the mornings. Thank God she has you to come in the room and bite her nose like a weirdo. You laugh and it’s contagious because now she’s sitting up in the bedroom laughing while rubbing her sore nose. You’re powerful, but you don’t flaunt it and that is perhaps one of the reasons why she adores you the most of all. You are unapologetically you, and Slice loves it!

~Chimera~

-”You’re one fry short of a happy meal, aint cha?” He says with a sigh as he watched you try to pull a door open that said ‘push’ on the handle. “Oh, whoops! haha!” He smirks to himself and shakes his head. You might not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but he still loves you. With so much power, he sometimes feels like it’s a waste but then he watches you try to shove an ice cube in a water bottle under the idea that ‘it’ll melt soon’ and he figures it must be for the best right? Best believe if anyone insults your intelligence beside him, he’ll kill them. He knows you’re strong enough to protect yourself but you just don’t...because you were probably too busy zoning out to notice some asshole insulted you

~Mummy~

(I think this is the first time I’ve written for him since adding him to the list. Whoooo!!!)

-He gets a little frustrated thinking about all the power you have just going to waste while you’re sitting here watering plants in the apartment and bumping into the bookshelf literally every day. He might actually end up fussing about it a little bit but if he upsets you then he’s going to apologize (mostly because he’s scared you’ll destroy him if he doesn’t). Despite this, he’s going to try and motivate you towards some for of training or villainy. It’s up to you whether or not you choose hero/villain/or civilian. Either way, he admits he still loves you even if you two don’t always see eye to eye. He can’t see himself without you!

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[tales-unique]

MEMORIES OF THE WEST  III

Needless to say, Dutch is Interested. After the initial shock and suspicion subsides he hounds you with questions, all while marching you over to his tent, motioning two men over with a swift motion. Arthur and Hosea, the same men he had been talking with earlier on. You stand awkwardly between the three, fidgety under their gaze. Hosea seems the most agreeable of them while Arthur is wary of you, if first introductions are to go by, but Dutch doesn't waste another minute with the pleasantries. “Miss DuBois, if you please.”

“Oh,” you clear your throat, eyes flicking between them. You suddenly feel small , but you try to hide it as best you can. “His name is Jebediah Kramer. He’s a gambling man from Saint Denis who, I happen to know, has just come into a large sum of money.” “Just how much money are we talkin’ here? And how do you know about it?” Arthur speaks up, eyeing you suspiciously. He looks intimidating, all broad shoulders and piercing eyes. If it were under different circumstances you might have enjoyed the sight. You give him a tight-lipped smile instead. ”At least a couple thousand, and I know ‘cause the no good, pompous, cheating son-of-a-bitch took it from my brother in a rigged poker game!” The three fall silent. Dutch has his hands on his hips. Hosea crosses his arms with a slow nod. Arthur just watches you with suspicious eyes. “So that’s why you’re more than happy to let us rob him blind!��� Arthur breaks the silence, throwing his hands up in the air. “You just need someone to do your dirty work, huh?” He turns to Dutch, a scowl on his face. “I bet it aint even that much money, it’s not worth the risk Dutch! Not with all the heat we already have!” “Easy, Arthur,” Dutch waves his hand dismissively, “any lead is welcome, you know that—” You’re surprised by his support, but none-the-less pleased. “—But I admit, I am curious why you would let us ride away with your brothers wrongfully taken money. Care to enlighten us further?” Now, not so much. “Well, the money wasn’t my brothers to gamble with,” you sigh, fidgeting, “he took it on loan, and was supposed to pay it back, but obviously he couldn't with it all gone. Jebediah, ever the kindhearted rich man,” you sneer, “offered to pay off the debt and give a little more besides for a trade,” your voice tapers off into a murmur at the end, your teeth nipping the inside of your cheek, anger bubbling in your stomach. “Well?” Dutch probes, impatient, “what trade ?” “For my hand in marriage!” You hiss low, stomping on the mound of dirt you hadn’t realized you were shoveling with your foot. “And the damned idiot said yes ! Like I’m some pet o-or a piece of furniture that don’t have feelings or a mind of her own!” Flustered, you take in a deep breath in order to try and calm yourself, crossing your arms tightly across your chest. “So yes , it’s a little bit of dirty work on my behalf, but the way I see it you’re the ones who get the better end of the deal. And you can keep anything else you find too, I don’t care. It ain’t mine after all,” you shrug, cold and distant. It’s a little sobering for the men before you but you don’t care. Jebediah is a rich man who doesn’t give two hoots about anyone or anything but himself; he deserves far worse than this, but at least your brother will have learned a harsh lesson and you won’t have to marry that fool Kramer. He’ll be too busy nursing his ruined ego to focus on you, after all. You hope. “Well,” Dutch drawls, breaking the stalemate, “ain’t that something. What do you say, gentlemen?” He asks Hosea and Arthur, both of whom have stayed quiet after your little outburst. “I doubt Miss DuBois would be so, well, so animated over nothing,” Hosea states, “I say we take a look into this Mr Kramer.” He offers you a small smile and a dip of his head, which you return. “And you, Arthur?” Arthur grumbles, shuffling from one foot to another before he shakes his head. He takes out a cigarette, holding it between his lips before looking you dead in the eyes. “Better not be setting us up like fools, Miss,” he growls, striking a match. Through the smoke he looks like one of those mountain men you’ve read about in your books, all rugged and rough. Now you can see why they sell so well among the ladies in the gentry. Dutch nods, a hand coming to your shoulder in a reassuring pat. “Well then Miss DuBois, I think the matter is settled! Now, all we need is a plan .” Reconnaissance — the first phase of Dutch’s plan. A trip to Saint Denis was in order, he explained, to return the stolen bride-to-be and in the process integrate themselves into the business of Jebediah Kramer directly. Of course it wouldn’t be that easy, you told yourself, but humored Dutch with a smile and a nod anyway. “We should have taken the train! ” You huff, shifting in the saddle to try and get the blood flowing to your legs. You’ve been riding for a while now and while you’re grateful not to be walking all the way to Saint Denis, you would have preferred your own mount instead of sharing one. Especially with a certain ill-tempered cowboy. “Quit your whining, we’ll make camp as soon as we get to open ground,” Arthur grumbles, growling in frustration when he, too, has to readjust to get comfortable. The large stallion he rides, a hulking Ardennes, snorts in complaint at the unruly riders. You shush him gently, smoothing your fingers out along his neck. “Only if you mean it this time,” you counter sourly. Arthur just chuckles, recalling how you fell for the lie twice before you called his bluff. He does mean it this time though and it’s not long before Arthur picks out a suitable spot to set up camp. It’s just enough for two weary travelers on the road. Two small tents, two bedrolls, and a small fire. You sip at a strange concoction that Hosea gave you, made out of American Ginseng, which he said would help boost you up a bit after your ordeal. It tastes funny, but you do feel better. Arthur is smoking, eyes on the rabbit that he’s cooking. You’re curious of him, but he doesn’t seem like the kind of man that enjoys being quizzed and questioned. You decide to do it anyway. “So...” You start, trying to make small talk to fill the deafening silence. Arthur flicks his gaze briefly to you, but it’s soon back on the rabbit. “So?” He repeats when you remain quiet, raising an eyebrow. “So, what’s it like being an outlaw ?” Not the most original question in the world and you know it. You cringe inside and you can see the tension in Arthur's expression. He’s probably been asked that before, plenty of times, by all sorts of people and you feel stupid. He scoffs and shakes his head, distracting himself with the now cooked rabbit. You awkwardly decline his offer for some. You’re too busy hoping a hole would open up and swallow you whole “Sorry,” you murmur sheepishly, “that was, God, that was awful!” Arthur snickers, making you smile. “Well I wasn’t gonna say anything, but now that you mention it,” he teases, the awkward tension leaving your shoulders as you laugh. It didn’t sit right with him, how uptight you were. Especially since he knew it was because of how standoffish he’d been with you in camp. The stress of everything with the law, that mess in Blackwater, and Dutch acting strange was weighing heavily on him but that didn’t give him the right to be mean to you. He could have been civil about it. Hosea always taught him to be, even when disagreeing, not that Dutch ever minded him being more of a brute. And a brute he had been. Until he saw that look in your eye, that is. Like a puppy who was kicked for being a little too excited, a little too much for those around it. With a sigh, he gives you the once over before sitting up straighter. The cooked rabbit meat is stowed away for later, when you’re both on the move again. “You really wanna know what it’s like to be an outlaw?” He asks and you visibly perk up, surprised that he’s answering your question. “Are you really gonna tell me?” You counter, narrowing your eyes. You’re suspicious, but the smile creeping onto your lips betrays your excitement. Arthur finds he quite likes this side to you; maybe you are more suited for this life than he gave you credit for. “Well, it ain’t fun,” he breaths, “I mean, you’re practically living it already. You’ve been kidnapped, starved, hustled into some fools errand by a gang of misfits, and now you’re planning to rob some rich fool blind and get out alive to spend the money!" He chuckles. “All we gotta do is get you in a gun fight and girl you’ll be the real deal,” he adds, smirking. You’re quiet for a moment, studying him, before you break down into laughter as Arthur watches you in amusement, illuminated by the firelight. “You really think so?” You laugh, shaking your head, “I don’t even know how to use a gun!” “Then I’ll teach you,” Arthur says after a moment of contemplation, “you’ll need it if you’re gonna run with us.” The resoluteness of his tone stifles your laughter and you once again look at him with those wide eyes, barely contained excitement brimming within. “You will?” Suspicion radiates from you again but he waves it off dismissively. “Yeah, you’ll need to know just in case things go wrong,” he explains, “but c’mon now, it’s getting late. We should get some sleep while we can.” Stifling a yawn, you nod. Arthur will have you up with the dawn chorus so that you can make good time so you need all the rest you can get. Burrowing down into the blanket on your bedroll you sigh contently, peeking up at the stars as the fire becomes glowing embers. The stillness of the night surrounds you, coaxing you into a restful sleep as twinklings lights above fade to black. Arthur listens as your breathing evens out, steady and constant in your slumber. He stares up at the stars, ruminating on just how it came to be that you were there, with him, about to pull off something daring and downright foolish with the possibility of no pay off. Before he left with you Hosea had told him to have faith in you and your knowledge, but could he really be so quick to trust? Turning onto his side, Arthur watches you with interest. You’re curled up like one of those pretty cats in a basket, soft fur and sweet purrs. Long lashes kissing the tops of rosy cheeks. You’re an honest girl, he’s sure, but the more he watches your peaceful, sleeping face, the more he’s concerned that you’re in over your head, and that just doesn’t sit right with him.

[sophialikesthings]

Death Of Me Chapter 7

DO NOT STEAL MY WORK

Song: Helium- Glass Animals (IYKYK 💙💚) "This is the stupidest drawing in the world. Who drew this?" I laughed looking at Kiara.

"Who do you think?" She looked over at  Pope.

"Kie, your plan better work because there is no way we can pawn these off with a symbol on it." JJ walked over tossing the gold in front of us.

"It's gonna work." She held up a blow torch.

I helped JJ set up the pot where we would melt off the wheat symbol.

Once the gold was melted down we all hopped in the van and headed towards the local pawn shop.

"Hell of a job melting it down, Dr.Frankenstein." JJ hopped out of the van looking at the poorly melted glob of gold.

"Like you could have done any better?"

"I could have done much better, I took a welding class"

"When?"

"Guys chill, all that matters is that the wheat symbol is gone." I tried to mediate the situation

"Easy for you to say. You're not the one that has to pawn this piece of shit off." JJ held up the gold.

"How did I get this job anyway?"

"Because you're the best liar." Pope said as we headed inside.

===

"Afternoon ma'am" JJ took his cap off.

"Afternoon."

"I see you buy gold." He took off his backpack, the rest of us pretended to look around the store.

"That's what the sign says don't it?"

"Well, I sure hope you buy a lot of it, because I'm about to blow your mind." He pulled it out.

"I ain't got much mind left to blow, so have at it kid."

"How 'bout them gold apples." he set it down in front of the store clerk.

"That ain't real." She chuckled

"That ain't real?" JJ repeated her.

"Feel how heavy it is."

She struggled to pick it up and grabbed her magnifier glass and looked closely as if she was examining every inch of it.

"Spray painted tungsten." She looked at him

She grabbed a hammer and hit a corner of it.

"If that wasn't real gold would you dent it that easily ma'am?" JJ questioned her judgement.

"Hold your horses." She put on her glasses

After bickering back and forth she put it on a scale.

"Seven pounds thats a lot of earrings." She didn't believe his lie.

JJ went on about how his mom had 'alzhimers', trying to gain sympathy from her.

She walked away to go get someone from the back.

"Alzhimers? Are you kidding me JJ?" I questioned his lying capabilities. "What? Got me out of many detentions so why not try it now?"

The owner came back out and started talking prices with JJ I kind of zoned out looking at 'Vintage Jewelry' with Sarah.

Before I knew it we were headed to the pawn stores warehouse to get the money.

"JJ, How in the world did you get away with an Alzheimer's lie?" I laughed.

"Listen man, we got the money didn't we?"

Suddenly we heard the sounds of police sirens telling us to pull over.

As we were trying to stash the gold someone pointed a gun at John B, Unfortunately I knew exactly who this was.

We all carefully did as instructed lying down on the ground while he went through the van.

John B got up and quickly ran to Barry's car grabbing the car keys and waiting till Barry got back in the car, strangling him getting back the gold he took. JJ ran over to help him get the gold back. While they were throwing punches I scooped up the gold from the passenger's seat and ran back to the van.

"I got it! Come on."

"Wait." JJ pulled down his mask.

"I know this piece of shit!" JJ couldn't believe it

"He's a base head."

"Probably knows my brother." Sarah panted.

"He does."

"He sells coke to my dad." JJ squared up.

"Mrs. Country Club!" Before Barry could finish speaking, JJ punched him.

"Let's go see where this son of a bitch lives?" JJ started walking.

"I'm gonna remember this shit!" Barry threatened.

=== "I should get back to my place, I'll see you later JJ." I hugged him tightly.

After I let go I walked back into my house to see the boys hanging out outside.

"Hey!" I greeted them

"There you are! I was wondering where you went?" Rafe hugged me kissing the top of my head.

"Rafe Cameron!" I heard Barry pull up out front.

"Fuck!" I ran inside to my room, opening the window so I could hear their conversation.

"What are you doing here man? Are you good?" Rafe asked, pulling him over to the side.

"No, I aint good man."

"Alright what happened."

"Why's your family think I'm just some bitch they can shit on?" Barry asked. "First your dad kneecaps me in my house, then I have to deal with your sister and your girlfriend breaking into my house and stealing my shit." He got upset.

I saw Topper's face change, he looked up at me and I felt my heart drop.

"My little sister, Robbed you?" Rafe asked.

"Yeah, Sarah, Demi, and their surfer rat friends stole 25k from me! That is why I'm here."

"Demi wouldn't even pick up a dollar off of the streets." Rafe defended me.

"Sort this shit out or I will! And I wont be nice about it." He barked.

"What are you gonna do?" Topper asked.

"I don't know?  That's not my problem." Rafe chuckled.

"Hey, That's Demi we are talking about." He reminded Rafe.

=== I ran over to the Camerons where Sarah and John B were

"We gotta go, Like now! Barry came over to my house and told Rafe about everything, Rafes coming to get you." I explained out of breath.

We quickly left the lot as soon as we could. We made it about five minutes out when Rafe pulled us over.

"Let me handle it, Sarah, come out when you think it's necessary." I hopped out.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I stomped over.

"There she is!" He took his helmet off.

"Hello? Are you high?" I asked

"Damn it Rafe, we could have run you over."

"I just heard about your little home invasion!" He scoffed.

"What are you talking about?" I acted clueless.

"What would your father, the sheriff, say if he knew you were robbing dealers?"

I heard Sarah step out of the van.

"And you! What would our dad say?" he pointed at her.

"I don't know. You could tell him if he didn't kick you out." she snapped back.

"Listen Demi, I try to take care of you."

"That's a lie" I laughed.

"Who's ungrateful, as always, listen, the guy that you robbed is a bad man, Demi."

"Yeah, I'm aware, Rafe!"

"Listen! He gave me this,okay?" He showed me his arm.

Suddenly Topper decided to show up.

"You take care of your shit, I'll take care of mine!"

"I"m taking care of my shit! Listen Demi, One day I'm gonna be running the show, for us because I love you!"

"A-and I don't like it when we fight." He pulled me in for a hug.

"We will talk about this later."

=== Later That Day === I decided to go and see what JJ was doing because I was bored, oddly I showed up at the house at the same time as Kiara and Pope.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" Kiara asked, giving me a hug.

"Checking in on JJ, he had a rough day."

All of a sudden fairy lights come on.

"Where did that come from?" We went to the back of the house to find out.

As we got closer we saw a drunk JJ sitting in a brand new hot tub popping a cork off of a champagne bottle.

"What did you do? JJ." Pope asked.

"I got a jet going straight in my butt right now." He laughed.

"Y'all should get in here immediately. Especially you Demi, you look hot in a bathing suit."

"Salud!" He held up a plastic champagne glass that was in a flamingo drink floatie.

We just looked at eachother confused about the sudden change in JJ.

"JJ? How much did this cost?" I asked.

"Uh...With the generator, the petrol,and oh, hey, express delivery I'd say...pretty much all of it. Yeah." He chuckled as if this was a joke.

"All of it? You spent all of it. In one day?" I replied.

"Yeah, I burned a hole right through my pocket."

I stepped closer to JJ

"But, I mean ,like,come on, guys, like, look at this!" He showed it off.

"Finest in jet-based massage therapy, that's what they told me."

I just stared at him.

"Demi, what? Can't a man have a little luxury in his life? Come on, all this scrimpin' and scrapin'... I mean, like...guys, we-- you only live once, right? Enough of this emotional shit. Get in the Cat's Ass. Come on." He gestured us over.

"In the what?" Kie finally spoke.

"The Cat's Ass. That's what I named her."

"Oh, hey, yo I almost forgot." He flipped a switch causing a disco ball to light up and spin

"Yeah, that's right, I know. Disco mode."

"Are you kidding me! You could have given it for restitution!" Pope yelled

"Or any charity!" Kiara chimed in.

"Or better yet, you could have helped us buy supplies." Pope threw out another suggestion.

I could see him break.

"Ok, you know what, I didn't do that! I got a hot tub!" He stood up. I saw the bruises on his body making me feel sick.

"For my friends." He cried.

"I got a hot tub for my friends, you know what screw friends. I got a hot tub for my family."

I slipped off my shoes and got in with him, wrapping him in my arms as he cried out.

"I can't do it! I can't take him anymore!"

"It's gonna be okay." I kissed his shoulder while his face was nuzzled in the crook of my neck.

Soon Kiara and Pope joined in on the hug.

"I love you JJ." I whispered in his ear.

"I love you too Demi."

[inctlife]

when wayv know they wanted to marry you

kun:

so,,, things had been kinda rough for kun :( like he was practising 24/7 and he was also on a pretty strict diet so he was just physically and mentally EXHAUSTED and like there’d just been a really tiring day at practise and all the boys started to go home, but kun was like ‘nah i’m gonna stay’

ANd tHen after like 4 hours (it was late at this point,, like almost midnight??) and he came home and there was just an overwhelming smell of delicious food and he could hear the boys laughing and talking lovingly and when he walked in he saw that you had made dinner for the members and now were talking about their day while you stroked xiaojun’s hair to help him sleep and kun almost started crying

like where tf else would he find someone that loves him AND cares for his members THIS MUCH dude

and that night you left after having lots of kisses from ur bf and kun brought it up to the boys and they were all cheering and were just so supportive :(

ten:

sO,, ten and winwin were doing this new extravagant dance like they do and they were adding So Many New Parts to Impress The Fans but !!! dundun!! while doing a funky jump turn thing ten fell and landed STRAIGHT on his injured knee

he was in AGONY,, like screaming and tears AGONY and winwin calls an ambulance and then calls you because he doesnt know what else to do lol and you’re like ‘wHAT’ because that’s ur baby and he’s in AGONY

so you get the hospital and you see ten waiting with winwin and he’s in a wheelchair bent over and clutching his knee and when he sees you he almost cries and is like ‘my love!!! help!!!’ and you just walk over and slap him round the head

winwin is shook tbh,, like proper :O,, but ten just starts laughing and his heart swells as you start pouring out complaints and nagging him about his safety bc he knew he’s been injured before!! what makes him think it wouldnt happen this time!! and he just smiles and thinks ‘i have to marry this person’

winwin:

so y’all were invited to kun’s wedding (ofc?) and you had been invited to be kun’s wife’s bridesmaid!!! you and ten’s and lucas’s girlfriends!! and so, you and winwin (after eating breakfast together) didnt see each other for the whole morning as you were rushed off to kun’s wife’s room to get ready and the boys stayed with kun

and you had your hair and makeup done and you got into your bridesmaids dress and you were a bit pouty because ??look how fucking beautiful the rest of these girls are???? and you wanted to get married and wear a vale!!!!

finaLLY it came time for kun’s wife to walk down the aisle, and you were walking with lucas’s girlfriend behind the bride and while kun had his moment,, so did winwin.

his jaw just dropped, but you didn’t even notice because you were giggling (and tearing up) at kun’s reaction to his wife but what you didnt even know!! ur fucking boyfriend was sat there wiping subtle tears away because he KNOWS now, he’s gonna marry you.

lucas:

sO. your boy. the visual KING that he is. was invited to another one of these foreign fashion events and he was like ‘alright ig🤪🤪’ and you went with him cause they were offering him a +1 and free holiday?? yes please???? but what you Did Not sign up for was being at lucas’s hip through all these events????????????

so NeWay, yeah you had to do that. and lucas was pretty nervous because he will just never get over the shock of being invited to something big like this, but this time he was just slightly less nervous because ur by his side🥺

but. in true xuxi/yukhei/lucas fashion. he does something a lil embarrassing :(,, and as he slowly starts to realise what’s just happened (you being on exactly the same wavelength) he gets a lil red in the face and you just thunk ‘fuck it’ and do the same thing so he is nOT ALONE. it’s US. in this shit for the RIDE OR DIE.

and lucas is shocked but as the two of you start giggling literally everyone else in the room disappears and he just thinks ‘i can’t wait to marry her’🥺

xiaojun:

sO,, you and dejun had been together for a WHILE, like i mean a full hot minute,, but he’d always been kinda secretive about his family?? like you’d met them several times but both they and dejun never told you anything much about them??? and you just kinda let it slide cause there was obviously smth that he didnt want you knowing and you werent about to poke

and THEN,, one day,, you’re in dejun’s hometown and he’s like ‘get dressed nice and pretty! going to a concert’ and you’re like ‘WOOO!! LETS GO’ and you get dressed up and you and xiaojun walk to this kinda small venue and get drinks and shit and xiaojun’s looking kinda nervous?? so ur like ‘babe its okay,, i’m sure i’ll enjoy it’

and then!! the person comes on stage and you realise it’s a drag act,, very entertaining!! and then, after looking closer,, you realised it was dejun’s dad, as in,, the one you’ve had dinner with MULTIPLE TIMES and you just turned to ur boyfriend and were like ‘your dad!!!!!!’ and he smiled because you looked so excited!!!!

and dejun almost cried because you were so supportive and that was the one thing for him bc if you didnt support his dad’s career than this would not have worked and for him this was like something in his heart just going ‘she’s the one!!’

hendery:

so similar to xiaojun,, for hendery family was really important!! not that he was hiding anything about them? but you’d only met his family a couple of times and never all together, so when kunhang invited you to come to his mum’s birthday where EVERYONE was gonna be there,,, you were highkey nervous

but so was he lmao he aint gonna lie.. so!! you two flew out to macau a couple days before her birthday so you could settled and the first thing that happened was his sisters wanted to take you guys out for dinner!!! and you went to quite a posh restaurant,, cause that’s the kinda family they are😎 so you were kinda bricking it,, but at the same time the food was GOOD and kunhang’s hand stayed on your knee the WHOLE time

not that he needed that though because his sisters LOVED YOU like he literally got pushed to hang out with his sisters’ boyfriends bc you and his sisters were all gossiping so much and then when you finished your meal you went and had a little photoshoot under the moon and the pretty city lights and later that night as you were asleep next to him,, kunhang looked back over the photos and was just like “wow. my love”

and that was IT he decided RIGHT THERE to marry you.

yangyang:

so you and yangyang had recently moved in with each other,, him finally being the last one to move out the shitty dorm,, and so this was only around the 2nd week that he was coming home from practise to you and your dog and your two cats!!!

when he walked through the door, your dog, finneas, ran up to yangyang and was all happy like dogs are and yangyang was happy too!! and he could smell the dinner that was ready but you weren’t in the living room like you normally were and instead,, yangyang heard your proper, real, ugly laugh coming from the bedroom and he ran over and was like ‘i am home!!!’

and you were laying on the bed, practically in tears and he was like ‘what’s so funny😂😂’ cause he’s like that. and you were like ROLLING AROUND but when yangyang got over to you,, it was a tiktok of someone reacting to a comment that said ‘hi peepeehead’ but you know? he had to laugh because that shit was making you SCREAM and that alone was funny to him

and he just couldnt help but wonder how much more joy you’d bring him,, and he was not about to be left with any regrets😤,, took his boys and bought himself a ring the next week

[love-pyramus]

No One Can Win -Pt 1/2

Yeah this is- not happy- 

Trigger Warnings: Death, drinking, blood, someone punching/knocking his head into a wall 

WC: 2355

Tagging: @brooklyn-is-here @lxwkey-as-hell @trans-witch-cauldron @biana-vacker @sour-picklee @mushe-room @that-aint-news-no-more

(Luca, I’d say I’m sorry but I’m not gonna lie-)

If you like this please reblog I need validation-

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Switch knew how he had gotten into this situation, he didn’t regret it. One of the younger boys had gotten into trouble with a bull, so he did what he could in the situation and punched the cop, though when he was forced into a cart and dragged to the refuge, a bit of regret started to fall in. “At least the kid is safe…” he mumbles, shivering as a chill ran up his spine. He let himself get tossed into the refuge, blocking out al the pain, trying to see if there was anything with blood coming from it. Upon finding nothing, he took a bunk closest to the door, making himself an easy target, knowing he was doing so, in order to protect the kids.

When Fennel heard that Switch was in the refuge, he immediately hurried there, despite the fact that almost every bone in his body was screaming at him to turn and run away. He climbed the fire escape, knocking on the window to the room. When a kid opened it, he opened his mouth, forcing back a quaver in his voice. “Did you get a new guy? Two different colored eyes?” 

Fennel hated that that was all he had to use to identify Switch to these kids, but his heart rose a bit when he saw Switch, and to even more of his relief, saw no blood. “Hey Switch.” 

Switch’s nerves were shot with every footstep he heard, and so seeing Fennel both helped calm his mind and caused it to race more. “Hey. What’re you doing here?” Fennel ignored his question, reaching through the bars to take Switch’s hand. Switch squeezed it, closing his eyes a bit and letting himself relax. “I had to come see you...you think I was gonna let you stay here?” Fennel gently ran his thumb over Switch’s bruising knuckles, and took a slight comfort in the way he was relaxing. 

“I can’t leave. These kids Fen...they ain’t able to protect themselves..” Switch whispers, but Fennel sighs. “Yeah...I know..” 

Switch takes the cap off his head, handing it to Fennel. “Here.” Fennel tried to deny, but Switch pushed it towards him. “Hold onto it for me. Ok?” Fennel nodded, and Switch turned to look at the door. “Go. They’re coming.” Fennel hated the way there was fear in his boyfriends eyes, but nodded, climbing down the fire escape. He took a deep breath as he left, slipping Switch’s hat onto his head, taking his own off. 

Months passed, nearing the six month marker of Switch’s sentence. He had stopped coming to the window, stopped seeing anyone, the kids not even bothering to try to get him anymore. For good reason too. His head constantly had blood dripping from it, onto the collar of his brown jacket. 

Fennel was at the window, begging the kids to get Switch, to at least try. After what seemed like an eternity, Switch came over, though without his jacket. There was blood staining his blonde hair, like someone had been attempting to dye it a rust color.

“Go away Fennel.” He said, and Fennel shook his head after looking at him. He had bruises all over, and a small river of blood dripping from his hairline. There was obviously more, the way the skin all around was stained red. “No! You can’t send everyone away-” “I can. I love you. Now go away.” Switch walked away, sitting on his bunk, far away from the window. “Sorry..” one of the kids mumbled before closing the window. 

“I’m going to get him.” Riffs announcement was what Fennel was greeted with after explaining to her the way the interaction had gone down. Fennel was too desperate to argue, and promised he’d be waiting right outside. 

Switch didn’t fight as he was dragged out of the dingy room, forcing his entire body to remain still despite the nerves and guilt he was feeling. He bit his lip as the wardens began beating him, taking advantage of his bare arms to rough him up. The only thing that got a noise from him was the wardens smashing his head into a wall, a cry of pain coming from him as he heard a crack. That didn’t stop the wardens, only seeming to encourage them. He was kicked, punched, and shoved. The final blow was a glass bottle shattering over his head, his surroundings went blurry, and he closed his eyes. 

The kids in the refuge let out quiet cries as Switch’s limp body was dragged back into the room, blood dripping from multiple spots, staining his shirt. He was breathing, though it was very faint. As a new kid was tossed in, they all went quiet as she ran to Switch’s side. 

“Switch! Switch Eye, come on, wake up, you gotta get up for me.” Riffs begs seemed almost useless, but Switch slowly opened his eye, showing the blue, the brown one too cut and swollen to open. “Yeah, yeah, there you go, it’s me, it’s Riff, come on, we’ve gotta get you out..” There was a clouded haze in his eyes, and he just nodded. Switch let her help him to stand, and he was leaning against the wall. He didn’t know where he was, but he knew Riff. And if Riff was there… “Where’s Fennel?”

His words were slurred, and his legs were shaking. “He’s just outside. He’s waiting outside. I’ll take you to him. We’ll go see him.” Switch nodded before speaking again. 

“Fennel...gonna see Fennel…”

With those words, his legs collapsed under him, causing him to fall to the ground. His head his the ground, a sickening crack coming from the still boy. Riff immediately kneeled next to him, moving her hand to his neck, searching desperately for a pulse that wasn’t there. Tears began to fall down her face as she couldn’t find one, and she slowly stood up, picking the lock to the window bars and opening them, climbing out without Switch. 

“How am I gonna tell Fennel...how do I tell him, oh my god-” 

When Riff came out of the refuge with no sign of Switch nearby, his heart fell. “Riff. Riff, where’s Switch?” THe soft sob the Riff let out broke Fennels heart, though nothing could have prepared him for the words she muttered.

“He’s dead.” 

“No. No. Nonono. I just talked to him, just yesterday! He can’t be-”  He cut himself off as a sob rose. He took Riffs hand and began walking towards Queens again, trying to hold in his sobs. 

He entered the lodge silently, moving to a room to the side before yelling and punching the wall. He screamed and cried, hitting the wall over and over. He needed something to numb it, something to stop the pain. He knew there was a box of money the two had been saving under what had been Switch’s bed. He couldn’t use that, that was the money him and Switch were saving to go to Russia. Not that it mattered anymore. 

The vendor was happy to give the bottles to Fennel as he gave the money over, and he took them, making his way back to the Queens lodge, sitting in the room and opening one. The alcohol burned his throat as it went down, but as he drank more, his mind and feelings started to numb. 

Quickly though, an anger overtook him, anger at himself for letting Switch go, anger at Switch for not escaping, anger at Riff for not getting him out. He reached for the cap, squeezing it tight, and twisting it in his hands. There was a scratching at the door, and Fennel knew who it was. He slowly opened the door, letting the large golden retriever in. Puka came in, pawing at the sobbing boy on the ground. 

“Get off me dog.” Fennel hissed, and Puka stepped away, giving Fennel the opportunity to punch his hand into the wall. Over, and over, and over again. He ignored the dog running around at his feet until he was knocked and pinned down by her. 

He began struggling under the dog, but she was heavy, refusing to let the boy up. Eventually he stopped trying, letting himself drift into an uneasy sleep. 

When he woke up, he was faced with the reality once again. There was nothing to help numb the pain of the loss, all he had was the dog licking his face and the cap in his hand. There was an empty bottle next to him, and his hand was throbbing, ripped from the punches to the wall. 

“His jacket-” He had noticed Riff entering the room. “Where’s his jacket?” 

“He didn’t have it on him..” Riff exited the room at the sob Fennel let out, Puka following. Riff heard the clinking of glass behind her, Fennel taking another bottle. She made her way to the refuge, quietly knocking on the window. 

“Guys. Is there a brown jacket there? Left by-by the boy who died?” Riffs voice quavered as she spoke, and she tried not to let out a sob as she was handed it. She took it and held it close to her chest as she slowly made her way back to Queens. The walk seemed longer than ever before, and she was clutching the jacket tight. She knew there was a very small chance that anyone would try and take it from her, but she still wasn’t willing to risk it. 

As she opened the door to the queens lodge, it seemed like everyone had moved on from the news they had received yesterday. The only reminder of the boy who had once been there was the sad retriever on his bed, and the loud sobs of his boyfriend coming from another room. She slowly made her way in, holding the jacket, Puka following her once again, smelling Switch on the jacket. 

She opened the door, half of the bottles gone from what Fennel had bought. He was sobbing and hitting the back of his head into a wall, Puka running and pushing him away from the wall, making him sit in the center of the room. Fennel looked up, letting out a sob when he saw the jacket in Riffs arm. 

“Please-” he begged, his eyes wide. Riff handed it over to him, and Puka began sniffing at the jacket, whining. Fennel hugged the jacket closer to him, letting out a sob at the feel of the familiar fabric. 

The same one he’d felt when he hugged him after a day of selling. The same one he felt when he had a bad day and Switch couldn’t stay with him, and had to go sell. It was Switch’s, it was the one thing he’d had from his dad. 

He cradled the jacket close, sobbing hysterically. Puka laid her head on his lap and Fennel put a hand on it. He cried himself out, wishing that it would all just go numb. 

Fennel downed the last bottle, letting out a sob. In his buzzed state he knew he’d have to face the emotions full force again. He’d avoided it for two weeks, he wasn’t ready for that, he wouldn’t be able to do that. The room was dark, and sitting next to him was the jacket. The collar was stiff with dried blood, him being hardly able to look at it. Instead, he took to rummaging through the pockets. There was a ripping from a newspaper Switch must have found interesting. Fennel recognized the headline, it was from the day he was taken in. There were a few crushed flower petals as well. With their age it was hard to tell what the original color had been. 

Fennel moved to the other pocket. There were multiple folded papers in it, and he moved to read them. One was the page that covered his mothers disappearance, and it had a photo of her there. No wonder Switch kept it. He unfolded the other paper, going to read the headline, but it was in Russian.The photo on the paper though, that gave away what it was. The paper was old, at least four years at this point. It was a black and white photo of a man laying in a puddle of blood, his eye the center of it. 

When Fennel hugged the jacket close, he noticed a faint figure sitting across from him. If he wasn’t looking around like he was he doubts he would have seen it. The figure flickered, turning to one covered in blood and injuries before back to the boy it had been. A gasp came from Fennel, who looked over the translucent figure. 

He had the same face, same soft smile, same scar through the corner of his left eye. There was no color to the figure, and Fennel could see the wall behind the apparition through it. 

“No. No, you’re- go!” He yells, his voice breaking and slurred. The smile fell from the ghosts face, forming to a look of concern. He slowly got up, and Fennel kicked at the ghost, but his foot went through the apparition. “Go away!” 

“Fennel. Fennel, please...Fen, please.” 

The voice the figure spoke with was Switch’s, the concern in the eyes was one that could have only been shown in Switch’s, the scar, the face. It was all Switch. But when Fennel focused on the figure, he could see the blurry outlines of the injuries sustained. They were well hidden, but undeniably part of Switch. 

“Please-” Fennels voice was desperate, staring at the ghost. Switch sat beside him, and Fennel longed for the contact of Switch, for the warmth he used to have. But when he reached to touch him, his hand want through, and the spot was cold, colder than anything Fennel had ever felt. He let out a sob, and felt a cold spot on his face, like the ghost was trying to wipe his tears. 

“Say something. Please.” 

Switch’s ghost opened his mouth to speak, and Fennel let out a sob at the words.

“Hey kolibri.”

[yanderebliss]

uhhh yan Hopper, please? I feel like he’d be the kind to get angry and possibly hurt you (because he’s the cranky type), but I’d love to hear your thoughts!! I’m in love with your content as a whole sooo ✨

not gonna lie hopper freaks me out. it looks like he’s bout to punch me in the face.

as a cranky boi who only has one emotion (angry) feeling anything other than rage was new for hopper. he doesn’t much like new things tho soooooo

chances are high that before he properly understands the emotions you evoke he gonna try and rough you up. corner you behind the museum and try to interrogate you or summin

and one he realized that he loves you shit aint about to get better. he doesn't trust anyone and he hates everyone except you so he hella possessive. not against getting violent I mean he is yandere so what do you expect. he'd probably only lash out if you start acting a way he don't like cuz he’s very controlling 

yeah he aint a good guy/ penguin  

[thatssonanii]

Just the Two of Us (16)

HAHN AU

Charles had given Lainey and her brothers a short tour of the governor's mansion before they settled in the living room. The conversation seemed to be going well which Lainey was glad for.

"Aye, don't you need to call your friends." Zion suggested nudging his sister's leg.

Lainey looked at him then her other brothers who were watching her. Grabbing her phone, she got up and kissed Charles cheek before leaving the room. She went upstairs to the room she'd picked and called Melissa.

"I'm so damn mad at you," Melissa said as soon as she answered.

"I aint did shit to you, girl." Lainey laughed.

Melissa mimicked her laugh. "You on speaker, Marcie's right here and yes you did. While you gettin some, me and Marcie gon be at this boring ass dinner party."

"I'm not getting anything, I'm just spending time with Charles."

Marcie sucked her teeth, "Girl, please. As soon as your brothers leave its gonna be showtime. Get some for the two of us too."

Lainey laid back on the bed laughing loudly. "Marcie, you got turbo and Mel, you got the bitch. Yall will live."

Marcie laughed and whispered into the phone, "Mel doesn't want the bitch, she wants your brother. Bad."

"Too damn bad," Lainey responded playfully. "My brothers have morals. They're not side pieces."

"Did you hear that, Marcie? Brothers ... plural ... Cam included."

"Yall better stop looking at my brothers," she laughed, "Anyway, so he gave me my own room down the hall from him. Do yall think he did that cause my brothers here or he really wants me to sleep in a different room?"

"I think that he's being a gentleman. He's letting you know that if you're not comfortable sleeping in the bed with him, you can have your own space." Marcie explained.

"Uhuh and he's also leaving the door open for you. If you wanna go crawl into his bed then you can," Melissa added, "So you do just that. Crawl into that bed and onto him."

While they laughed and joke around on the phone, the men were having a serious conversation about Lainey.

"We not tryna be in yall business or nothing, we just care about our sister's well being and her safety," Cam explained calmly. "She's our biggest concern."

Charles nodded, he genuinely cared about their feelings. "And that's understandable. I assure you that your sister is safe with me. Whenever she's here, she may not like it but you're all welcome to come too."

Benny's mind went to the questions his sister asked him and he frowned. "I think you a good dude and all that but don't take advantage of my sister. Aight? Don't break her heart."

"Look, I have a little sister so I get it, I understand. I haven't and won't make your sister do anything she doesn't want to do. At this point in life, I'm not looking for short term, I'm looking at this relationship to be long term. Alaina is," Charles paused to smiled. He wiped his hand over his face trying to wash the blush away. "She special."

Zion, who had been sitting quietly with a slight mug in his face, cracked a smile. He was more about vibes, energy and listening rather than talking. He was not a man of many words.

"Grown ass man like you and she make ya ass blush like that? I trust you man. But don't fuck this up," Zion said quietly leaving the threat hanging in the air.

Charles nodded, "I got it. So ... we all good here?"

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Lainey and Charles walked her brothers to the door together. Benny pulled her to the side to talk to her.

"Aye, you got what I gave you?" He said in a low tone.

"Ummm," she paused trying to think, "Oh the condoms? Yeah, they're in my bag."

Benny nodded letting their brothers know he was coming. "Aight. They're only for just in case, you don't gotta use em."

Lainey nodded and hugged her brother one more time. Once they were gone, Charles led her back to the living room and pulled her onto the sofa with him. He brought her hand to his lips.

"Happy you came?"

"Very. Thank you for putting up with my brothers, I know they're a lot and they're not the nicest."

Charles laughed, "We actually had a nice conversation. They were just worried about you and I cant say that I blame them."

Lainey eyed him carefully. "They threatened you, didn't they?"

"No, silly. The four of us have an understanding. I don't hurt you and they let you be. Hungry?"

"I ... how did you do that?"

Charles kissed her hand again still laughing. "I didn't do anything but talk to them. Now yes or no? Are you hungry?"

"Yeah. Want me to cook? I don't mind." She said about to get up.

Charles pulled her closer to him, nuzzling her neck before kissing her there. "No, I didn't ask you here to do that. This weekend is about us spending time together and me spoiling you. I'm taking you out."

"Out? Like out, out?"

"Yeah, beautiful. We're gonna go out to dinner and see where that takes us. Sound good?" He asked kissing her again.

"Uuumm...uhuh. Yeah it does," Lainey said slowly.

Charles nodded letting her go. "Alright ima give you some time to get ready. I'll be in my office when you're done, beautiful."

In Maxine, Melissa was standing off in the corner of the Montgomery living room sipping her drink and watching the people around her. Prior to this, her and Lainey had already had a conversation about Marcie's neighbors and they didn't like nor trust them. They felt that way about Randall as well.

"You came with Marcie, didn't you?"

Melissa stared at the two women that approached her. "Yup, I did."

"You live around here or you work with her?"

Melissa had to fight the frown that wanted to show. "Who are you two?"

"I'm Esperanza and this is Natalie. What's your name?"

After being around the Herrington family, Melissa figured out real quick how to read people. And in the little interaction, she didn't like what she got from Esperanza and Natalie.

"Its Melissa. I don't live around here and I don't work with Marcie. She's my friend."

Natalie looked her up and down, "So where you from?"

Melissa didn't fight the frown this time. When she got ready to tell them, she saw Marcie rushing out the door. She gave them a less than pleasant smile and followed her friend. Following Marcie across the lawn and into the house, Melissa grabbed her friend's wrist as soon as they were in the house.

"Girl, you almost made me fall. Where's the fire?"

"I just had to get out of there before I slapped Randall's ass." She complained kicking off her heels. "I swear he almost makes the prison time worth it."

Melissa sat her glass down and approached her friend. "Hey, what's wrong? Seriously. You're never this angry, you're usually happy."

"We're in the kitchen talking about some damn trip Brad and Alex went on with Brad and he takes out his phone so I peek over and he's texting that bitch he's been cheating with. In front of my damn face!"

"Wait .. he what? He's been cheating? And you're still here?"

Marcie nodded pushing her hair behind her ears. "Yeah because we talked about it and he agreed that it was done."

Constant binging started to irritate Marcie, she grabbed Melissa's hand and pulled her along to the office space she shared with her husband and sat at the computer. Melissa leaned onto the desk watching her.

"What're you doing?"

"His messages. He has them hooked up to his computer still." Marcie pulled them up so they could read them. "Wait ... wait .... that bitch is at the party?"

Melissa scoffed, "Thats why his ass was so eager to go. Who is it? See if she sent him any pictures."

Marcie scrolled through the text thread but didn't see any pictures.

"What kind of name is 'Pepa' anyway? Sounds stupid."

"That's what he calls her," Marcie explained rolling her eyes. "You know what? Come on. We're going back."

"Yes! Let's go beat her ass!"

Marcie laughed getting up out of the chair. "No, girl. We're going back to see if we can figure it out who the bitch is."

"And then beat her ass?" Melissa asked following her out of the office.

Marcie slipped into a pair of flats shaking her head at her friend. "You have been around Lainey's little feisty ass too long. We are not beating anybody's ass."

Melissa rolled her eyes but agreed.

While the women looked around the dinner party, Lainey was laughing at the story Charles was telling her. He took her to a nice restaurant and made sure they were seated away from others but she was still able to see the restaurant.

"I swear thats how it happened. I got the scar on my back to prove it." Charles laughed picking up his glass to take a sip.

"A scar," she repeated trying to contain her laughter, "I bet you never jumped another fence."

Charles shrugged playfully sitting his glass back down. "I could say that but it would be a lie. I was rough as hell when I was younger, my mama got tired of having to patch me up."

"I bet she was. I wouldve been too, hell."

Charles licked his lips watching her. He couldn't deny the attraction he felt for her and how happy he was that she didn't turn him down. When she spoke to him, he could tell that she felt free and comfortable like she didnt have to hide and he could appreciate that.

"Are you listening to me?" She asked laughing.

"Honestly? No, I was just staring at you. I'm just happy you're here."

"I told you I was gonna come and I meant it. I wouldn't leave you hanging."

The smile on Charles' face grew as he leaned over to pull her chair next to his. She laughed and leaned against him. When Lainey went to say something, Charles cut her off with a kiss. The thought now long gone, Lainey kissed him back allowing him to push his tongue into her mouth. He put his hand on her thigh, squeezing it.

"Governor, I wasn't aware you were here with company. I guess I should've asked."

Pulling away with a groan, Charles turned his attention to his associate that stood at his table. His smile had turned into glare.

"What can I do for you, Jim?" He asked completely unenthused.

Jim gave a tight smile then looked at Lainey. "Well, well, you are that pretty little hair stylist. Lainey, right?"

Charles held his hand up when he heard Lainey start to say something not taking his eyes off Jim.

"This is Lainey, yes. And she's here with me. What can I do for you? I'm in the middle of dinner right now."

"Me and my ... companion were heading to our table and I just wanted to come and speak. Are uh you two a thing," Jim asked with a sly smile.

Charles chuckled to himself and stood, "Jim, we're cordial and associates through David. What I do in my personal life is none of your concern or business. Go on and have your dinner."

Charles held his hand out for Lainey and helped her out of her chair. He guided her in front of him and brushed past Jim.

"Keep that mansion warm for me, will ya?" Jim threw over his shoulder.

Charles didn't respond just continued to follow Lainey through the restaurant and Jim went to the table he planned on sharing with Candace. Charles helped her into the back of the black SUV before getting in beside her. He was only ever around Jim because of David, other than that he couldn't stand him. Lainey moved closer to him putting her legs in his lap.

"You okay? I thought yall were friends?"

"Him and I are not friends and never have been. He and I are associates through David."

"Oooh. Yeah David seems nice. Jim and the president were every bit as sleazy as I heard they are. They make me uncomfortable."

Charles looked over at her and kissed her.

"That's noted. Jim is a piece of entitled shit." Charles explained. "He can't even respect his wife enough to try to hide the shit he does. And thinks just because his wife comes from old money that he's gonna be elected governor."

"Kayheryn seems nice. Is she as bad as him?"

Charles shook his head rubbing his hand up and down her leg. "No, she's pretty much the sweetest woman you'll meet in her status. Now Veronica, she's worse than him but I'm sure you knew that already."

Lainey nodded, "Yeah, she was nice to me but listening to the way she talked that day I did their hair was a no and how she treats my Melissa. I dont like it."

"That's another thing. She knows her son is gay but is blackmailing Melissa into being with him. David tried to help her, hell I had tried to but Veronica is convincing as hell."

Lainey frowned reaching to turn on the courtesy light so she could see his face. "Blackmail? Melissa did not tell me that."

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Marcie and Melissa were unsuccessful in finding the other woman at the party. Kelly ended up inviting the two of them over to her house as well as Natalie and Esperanza, once the party started to die down.

"Yall seem to know a lot about what goes on," Melissa said after listening to the women talk.

Esperanza nodded, "I mean pretty much. Nothing gets past us."

Melissa glanced at Marcie to see if she wanted her to stop. When Marcie nodded she took the green light.

"I heard a few people saying the name Pepa at the party but I don't know if I saw her. She sounds cool. Who is that?"

Natalie and Esperanza shrugged clearly clueless.

"How did you even find out about Pepa?"

Melissa smiled at Kelly, "I just told you I heard people saying the name. You must know who it is. So who is it? I wanna meet her."

Natalie looked between them confused. "Who the hell is Pepa?"

"Yeah," Marcie nodded, "Who is that? I've never met her."

"Pepa is one of our neighbors, Marcie. I dont know how you don't know."

Marcie laughed trying to maintain her cover. She hadn't felt close enough to her neighborhood friends to share the cheating thing with them. And this moment made her proud of that decision.

Kelly sighed, "She's a neighbor. You can't miss her."

Melissa hummed.

"Marce, it's getting late. I need to get home. You ready?"

Marcie almost corrected her to remind her that she was spending the night but she caught herself. Saying goodnight to her friends, Melissa started their walk back down to Marcie's house until something caught Marcie's eye.

"Oh hell no," she growled under her breath.

"What? What's wrong?" Melissa asked grabbing her friend's hand so she wouldn't take off as she did earlier.

Marcie pointed to the sticker on the back of the SUV.

"Its Alex. Thats why his ass is always so fucking happy to go over there. Cause he's fucking her!"

"Hey ... Hey ... calm down. We're not gonna make a scene out here, we're not gonna go after her yet." Melissa reasoned sofly. "We're gonna wait for him to bring his ass home and take care of him first and then we'll handle her. Yes?"

Marcie nodded waiting for Melissa to let her go. She thought about it for a second trying to make her choice. "Let's go back in there. I wanna see what they're doing."

Even though she knew she shouldn't, Melissa agreed and went back into the house with her. Brad was talking to a few people in the living room while Randall and Alex stood in the kitchen talking to a different group of people. Marcie's blood boiled seeing Randall try to slyly put his hand on the other woman's ass.

Walking at a normal pace as not to alarm her friend, Marcie approached Brad and dug a folded stack of papers from her purse. She handed it to him and told him to have fun then walked over to the door a bright smile on her face. Melissa was cursing Lainey out in her head for not being there. When they got into the house, they went up to the guest bedroom.

"What did you just do, Marcie?"

"I told you that we weren't going to beat her ass but I didn't say that I wouldn't ruin her marriage like she ruined mine. I gave Brad copies of the messages."

Melissa laughed scratching her head, "See, I shouldve stayed my ass home. So what now? Cause they're gonna come over here."

"Well," Marcie shrugged sitting on the bed, "We wait for shit to hit the fan."

As they waited, Lainey laid in the bedroom Charles set up for her. Her and Charles had gotten ice cream before coming back to his place and going their separate ways. Charles let her know that he would leave his door unlocked if she wanted to come in and he was down the hall to yell if she needed him. It was weird for her being away from home and her brothers especially Benny. Figuring hearing his voice would make her feel better and maybe even sleepy, she called her big brother. He answered on the third ring.

"Miss me already, big head?" He laughed into the phone.

Lainey laughed softly, "A little bit. Feels weird not being home."

"Nothing wrong with that. I'm glad you called me but you know it's okay to tell him that you need to be comforted. Right?"

"Is it? Should I tell him that?"

"Yeah, you gotta be honest and open in relationships," Benny explained, "If you don't communicate the relationship won't go anywhere and he sees a future with you."

"You lie."

Benny laughed, "I'm not, I wouldn't lie about that. He told us himself. So go on and talk to him."

"He's probably sleep."

"And he won't mind if you wake him up but I honestly doubt he's sleepin. Get up and get in there, my future wife callin me."

Lainey sucked her teeth, "Your what? Who is that?"

"Melissa, duh. I love you, be safe and good night."

Lainey said it back and hung up. She waited a few minutes before getting out of her bed. She fixed her fitted cami dress as she walked down the hallway to his room. Easing the door open and closing it behind herself, Lainey tipped over to his bed and put her phone on the nightstand before touching his arm.

"Charles."

Opening his eyes, he stretched for a moment and smiled at her. "Yes ma'am?"

"I didn't mean to wake you," she said quietly, "I can't sleep, it's been a long time since I've been away from my family."

Scooting over, Charles lifted his covers slightly for her to climb in. When she did, he put the covers down and got comfortable on the other side of the bed.

"Why you over there?" She asked staring at him under the moonlight coming from his windows.

Charles smiled sleepily. "If you want me to come closer I will."

"Come closer."

Moving to the middle of the bed, Charles pulled her into him, her back to his chest. He wrapped his arms around her kissing her shoulder.

"Comfortable?" He asked in her ear.

Lainey nodded slowly. "Is that your dick?"

Charles chuckled in her ear, "Did you think I was playing when I told you I sleep naked?"

"I ... yes. I feel overdressed," she joked.

Charles kissed her neck and rubbed the inside of her thigh. "If it makes you uncomfortable I'll put shorts on."

Turning in his arms, Lainey moved to kiss him hard. Charles moved his hands up her dress, deepening the kiss. Her phone lighting up on the dresser was being ignored by the both of them as they focused on each other.

[modernsocialmediaau]

AVALANCE AU

AU: Sara is lead singer in a band called The Legends. Her band mates are; Charlie: Bass Player, Nate: Lead Guitarist, Zari: Drummer, Ray: Pianist. They call their fans beebos. Ava on the other hand is a famous actress with an entourage; Nora her best friend, and stylist, Gary: Manager, and Mona her publicist.

“Rise and shine!” Gary screams from the downstairs, the two are the only one that took care of themselves that night. Everything was going normal until the group caught a glimpse of Ray and Nora locking lips. That’s sort of when all hell broke loose, Sara offered shots and Charlie offered drinking games. 

“If he doesn't stop shouting. I will literally hung him by his leg out in the balcony.” Charlie groans placing a pillow on top of her face, Zari pulls her much closer trying to hide her face while also burying her neck in Charlies shoulder. 

“C’mon love birds.” Sara throws a pillow at the cuddling two. As well as Ray and Nora locking lips, Zari and Charlie made a mistake locking lips right in front of Gary as well as Sara but Sara already knew. 

After an 20 more minutes of Gary shouting and John singing they finally got everyone out of bed for some breakfast. 

Soon after breakfast the crew heads for their hike, it was a rather quiet first hour. Sara and Ava are up front leading the way, talking about god knows what while the others are behind them scheming. 

“Now that you two are settled, can we focus on those two.” Charlie points at the two blondes leading the way,

“Charlie, Ava needs time to heal” 

“And Sara--” Nate sighs knowing how much mending a broken heart is hard, but having had a pile of broken hearts after the other tends to wound an individual. 

“Need to heal as well,” Ray sighs

“Okay but you guys can’t tell me that last night they weren’t up on each other or vibing at all.” Mona coo’s looking ahead to see the two girls examining the trail 

“So what they’re friends, what if they are—“ Nate is cut off by the conversation the two girls are having up ahead. Ava is currently holding the map far from Sara’s reach, she’s using her butt as a shield.

“Just let me see it for one second.” Ava argues

“Why Miss-Know-It-All,” Sara teases bumping into Ava catching her in surprise letting her guard down. “You didn’t” Ava scoffs, but Sara took that opportunity to take the map and run away from Ava. 

“Are you kidding though.” Mona woo’s pointing at the two playing tag with one another

“Okay but they’ve been like that since the beginning of their friendship, they’re both extremely headstrong. Sara is extremely rebellious and from what I noticed Ava is a little controlling.” Nate explains following the two blonde girls still play fighting over the map 

“What’s wrong with him?” Gary mumbles, John shrugs taking out a cigarette as they follow, everyone starts to do the same but Nora puts her hand out to stop everyone else from walking. 

“Okay new plan, do we force them to be together, or do we let them heal properly and hope that they’ll get together?” Nora speaks up leaving Zari, Ray and Charlie stuck 

“Well clearly forcing them together isn't working out,” Ray starts 

“Exactly when we do that they seem to butt heads but—” Zari continues 

“When we leave them alone they come together naturally—”Charlie adds

“Which leaves us with the question again, do we keep forcing them together? Or do we let them heal—”

“Hey guys! C’mon the lake is up ahead!” Sara shouts summoning the last four to catch up to them. 

“Well Ava leaves in a month and you guys leave in 2. Which means everyone will be gone, and your tour is going to last what—?” Nora schemes as they slowly walk trying to create some space as they scheme 

“7 month at the most.” Ray informs 

“Which means we let fate decide?” Charlie questions

“That just may be our best bet.” Zari pulls Charlie to walk faster since everyone doesn't have a choice on what to do about the two. 

1 Hour Later...

“Who knew Mona Wu could cook?” Nora jokes as everyone is enjoying their lunch with some coffee, and tea. 

“Well if you guys actually came over for food every once in a while instead of going out to eat you’d actually see how I can cook.” Mona defenses rolling her eyes making everyone cackle. As they continue to eat Sara somehow sneaks away from the group, and of course Ava notices which means she follows. 

Nobody else notice the two girls sneak away. As Ava gets closer to Sara she whispers “Hey! Where are you going?” 

“Hey, stalker.” Sara chuckles continuing to her path, up a hill 

“I’m not a stalker, you just left and what if you get stuck or lost or something?” 

“Whatever floats your boat”

“So what are you doing exactly?” 

“Wanted a better view, better views give me better ideas, lyrics, melodies—”

“You’ve got writers block?” 

“Yup, and it’s killing me because it is literally the last song of the album and we’re suppose to record it when we get back into town Monday.” 

“Oh well then I’ll leave you alone—” There’s a pause, a part of Ava that wants Sara to ask her to stay but she can understand why the girl might want her alone time

“No wait, can I bounce things off of you?” Ava smiles before turning back around to Sara

“I’ll do my best—What do you got?” 

Sara takes her phone out and pulls up the instrument of her empty music.  The two sit for 6 minutes just trying to get the feel of the music. 

“First of all, I love the sound—do you have a concept?”

“I don’t know nothing is really connecting to me and the whole album is coming together but this song would take it to a whole ‘nother level”

“Alright let’s start with this what haven't you wrote about?” 

“Seriously?” 

“Seriously.” 

“A break up, I refuse. I’ll write about everything else but I don’t know I always feared that I’ll cry during one of the shows and crying is—”

“Disgusting—”Ava jokes

“Exactly but if thats’ the next best thing I’ll take it. So breaks up...break ups”

“How did your break up with Alex go? I know this is personal and might be a little too weird to talk about but—”

“No it’s okay, it was in the end of March and my ex girlfriend Alex broke up with me. She said that she felt lonely every time we were together because I was so busy with everything going on with my life. And she wasnt wrong—”

“Alright what made this break up hard?”

“She found somebody else, this amazing detective named Maggie Sawyer—I guess it hurt a lot because we were friends for 8 years then we dated and I just kind of assume we’d get married and do the whole house and kids thing but to be replaced so quickly hurt.”

“Do you want her back?”

“No I dont want her back but I hate thinking about her with somebody else.”

“Okay so let’s write about that mindset, you dont want her but you hate seeing her with his Maggie person.”

“That’s not bad, Sharpe. Not bad at all.”

30 minutes later

“Let’s hear it, Lance.” Ava runs back to Sara from going to the lake to meditate to hear what she’s got so far.

“It’s rough but hear me out,

So I heard you found somebody else And at first I thought it was a lie I took all my things that make sounds The rest I can do without

I don't want your body But I hate to think about you with somebody else Our love has gone cold You're intertwining your soul with somebody else

“That’s so—What the actual fuck—keep going.” 

“That’s all I’ve got so far, I was thinking of adding another chorus like 

I'm looking through you while you're looking through your phone And then leaving with somebody else No, I don't want your body But I'm picturing your body with somebody else

“Yes that’s good. Next verse c’mon don’t slack now—”

“Feel free to shout some ideas—jeez this is hard.”

“Right sorry, okay same melody right?” 

“Yup, all I’ve got for the second verse is

c’mon baby

this aint the last time—

That I’ve been amazed?”

“No that doesn't make sense, what about that I've seen your face then repeat c’mon baby almost like calling her out as well as calling out to her.”

Come on baby This ain't the last time that I'll see your face Come on baby

“I hate that I can be replaced?”

“You said you’d find someone to take my place?” 

“We’re going to go with yours I dont want her to think this is about her in the slightest—then I have this crazy idea that I thought of as soon as you left ”

I just don't believe that you have got it in you 'cause We are just gonna keep 'doin' it' and everytime I start to believe in anything you're saying I'm reminded that I should be getting over it

“I love that its a shift but not too noticeable where it throws the person off”

“Thank you, then the chorus repeats—

I don't want your body But I hate to think about you with somebody else Our love has gone cold You're intertwining your soul with somebody elseI'm looking through you while you're looking through your phone And then leaving with somebody else No, I don't want your body But I'm picturing your body with somebody else

“Do you have any ideas for the bridge?” 

“I want it to almost be chant like so that whoever is listening to this is getting a looking at themselves in the mirror and my friends said I need to get over the last bit of you and so here I am hyping myself up in this mirror type of feel.” 

“Specific I’m all ears.”

“I want it to build up like this;

I don't want your body, I don't want your body I don't want your body, I don't want your body I don't want your body, I don't want your body

then how about, get someone you love? get someone you need?”

“Fuck that, get money!” Ava jokes but Sara disagrees. 

“Genius—

Get someone you love? Get someone you need? Fuck that, get money”

“Damn I am a genius.” Ava nods 

“Right, but it needs one more line before I go on a chanting spree—”

“Get someone you love? Get someone you need? Fuck that, get money. I can't give you my soul 'cause we're never alone”

“Where do you keep coming up with this?”

“Okay let’s hear it shall we?

Get someone you love? Get someone you need? Fuck that, get money I can't give you my soul 'cause we're never alone Get someone you love? Get someone you need? Fuck that, get money I can't give you my soul 'cause we're never alone Get someone you love? Get someone you need? Fuck that, get money I can't give you my soul 'cause we're never alone Get someone you love? Get someone you need? Fuck that, get money I can't give you my soul 'cause we're never alone”

“That was it! Yes then obviously repeat the chorus right?” 

“Yes and thats the whole song. Thats the whole album WOOHOOO!!!” Sara shouts, pulling Ava into a very tight hug. Ava couldn't help but feel good and oddly giddy having Sara in her arms.

“Oi! Is everything okay?” Charlie waves at the two girls and the two pull away from one another

“I just finished the album you’ve got to hear it!” Sara kisses Ava’s cheek before running towards Charlie. Ava watches Sara making to Charlie, and she decides to sit down to think about what to do.

“What was that up there?” 

“She helped finished the last song of the album which means I finished the album—”

“Sara—calm down, let us hear it then?”

Part 13/?

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