#MMM NOW THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKIN ABOUT

[toxicanonymity]

sweet pea cock warming raider joel while he works on something or leads a meeting - 👀😽

Quiet time, 18+

raider!Joel Miller x f!reader, 970 Words

“You said we could go to the creek,” you remind Joel.

“You can,” he answers, then barks, “Carter!”

“I wanna go with you,” you protest.

“Can't right now, baby,” he adjusts the map he's looking at.

“Can I be here?” you climb into his lap.

“If ya let me do what I'm doin’,” Joel shoots you a look over his glasses as he helps you settle in.

He holds the map behind you, folds it twice, and is studying a certain area. You put your head on his shoulder, and he pets your head, then rests his free hand on your back. You wiggle your hips and feel him harden under you.

He puts down the map and scratches one side of his beard. “Gotta think..."

“About what?” you ask.

“Shhhhh,” He quiets you. He mumbles something to himself as he picks up the map again.

Your lips are against his neck, and you suck a little.

He clears his throat. “Would ya gimme a minute, sweet pea?”

You sigh, then adjust your position so his warm, hardening cock is nestled right against your sweet spot.

"I don't want you to go anywhere," you say.

He doesn't react.

You rest, and you aren't thinking about it when you begin to grind yourself against him.

“Would ya cut it out?” He grumbles, reaching down to flick open the button of his jeans. He unzips with a sharp exhale through his nose, then murmurs, “That what ya want?”

“No,” you reply, “I want you to take me to the creek.” Your heart races at your own defiance, half expecting punishment, but he takes a different tack.

“So ya don't want this,” he asks, reaching between your bodies, his knuckles rubbing against your clit as he rubs himself over the denim.

“Of course I do,” you whisper.

“You gotta be quiet,” he warns. “You gonna let me focus?”

“Uh-huh,” you nod.

“You promise?”

“Yeah,” you agree.

“If you got anything else to say, you better say it now,” he warns as he helps you onto his cock. He nestles the tip inside and raises an eyebrow at you. You say, “just that i don't want you to go.”

"Mm hm," he acknowledges. Then spits on his hand and lifts you to wet his cock more. His thumb pushes the tip inside, helping himself into you: chubby and hard, but not fully erect. He nudges you down, and you sink onto his shaft with a sigh.

“I know,” he coos, and his cock swells and stiffens.

You hum, “Mmm,” as he adjusts your position, pulling you down to the hilt.

“Quiet time,” he announces and adjusts his glasses. You wiggle your hips to feel him growing thicker, more erect.

“Sit still,” he says.

“Yes, sir,” you whisper with a smile against his neck.

And you rest there, basking in the fullness of him as he reviews the possible routes.

A low, satisfied growl rumbles his throat as his cock comes to full mast in your warmth.

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Carter shows up, out of breath, wiping sweat off his hairline. “Did you call?” He glances at you, clocking Joel's unzipped pants, which Joel doesn't acknowledge.

“Come on in,” Joel says.

Carter greets you, “I was lookin’ for ya, Peanut.”

“She's having quiet time,” Joel says, “But, uh, let's talk about this for a second,” He gestures with the map. “C'mere.”

Carter approaches and sits with one big thigh and half his ass on the desk.

Joel muses, “What about takin’ the old road east and around instead of goin’ through that whole patch with the bus graveyard?”

“How many are we talkin’ about bringin’?” Carter asks, “Cause on that road, you gotta worry about…” he glances at you like he doesnt want to scare you.

“Yeah, I know,” Joel says. “Shit, I dunno.

I reckon just a couple, at least while we do the re-con.”

Joel’s so smart. You feel a little swell of gratitude that he'll let you sit like this while he works.

“She comin’?” Carter asks, lowering his voice like you're not less than two feet away.

“Yes,” you answer.

“No,” Joel chuckles. Then, to Carter: “So I reckon you ain’t either.”

The map rustles as Joel folds it over a stretch of silence.

“What?” Joel asks, “you're stayin’ with her.”

“Yeah,” Carter answers softly, but you can tell he thinks it's not a good plan.

“What?” Joel asks again.

“I didn't say anything,” Carter protests.

“Yeah. What ain’t ya sayin’?” Joel prods and his hips shift under you, making you let out a little moan. Oops. Your lips form a straight line.

Carter starts, “All of us in the van, better than splittin’ up at this point.”

Joel’s chest expands as he thinks it over.

“Whatcha think, boss?” Carter asks.

“Shit, maybe you're right,” Joel concedes. He takes off his glasses and rubs his eyes with one hand as he puts his glasses down with the map on the desk.

Joel says, “Let's see what the weather does, next couple days. Let's finish gettin’ the van ready. We'll see how things look.” Joel nods slowly, searching Carter’s eyes for whether they're on the same page.

“Alright,” Carter nods. “Yeah, you got it.” The back of his hand gives Joel's arm a friendly tap.

Then Carter stands up off the desk and subtly adjusts himself. Your eyes pan down his legs. He's so tall.

“You want me to take her?” Carter offers, “To the creek, I mean?”

“Later,” Joel says.

You gently rub your nose against the vein of Joel's neck, and his cock twitches.

“Later,” Carter agrees with casual little two-finger salute as he exits.

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Thank you for reading 🩷✨️🫶 and I appreciate your engagement/encouragement so much.

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

You had just sat down on the couch, sunk into the deepness of the cushions and gotten yourself comfortably when you heard heavy steps on your front porch. Your ears pricked up, listening, and sure enough there was a knock on the door. Your head dropped back and your eyes closed. You let out a slightly exasperated sigh before setting your paperback aside and climbing to your feet.

The door opened on a sheepish-looking Daryl Dixon.

You cocked an eyebrow at him, taking in the red welt on the side of his face and then the way he was cradling his hand with the other. Another sigh escaped you. "Come in," you said stepping back to let him enter. "You know, I was going to have a nice, quiet night of reading but I guess I'll be patching up your broken hand instead."

Daryl hurriedly toed his boots off on the rug in the entryway and trailed after you, nervously licking his lips. "Yeah, uhh—'m sorry. I know it's late."

You were putting some ice from the freezer into a plastic bag and turned to give him an appraising look. "Are yoooou going to tell me what happened or do I need to start asking questions?"

"Uhh—does it matter?"

You shrugged. "I guess not... But I'm extremely curious about what could have possibly happened that caused you to punch something or someone when we're supposed to be on our best behavior here..."

Daryl gulped. "It was—just that Aiden guy yappin', ya know?" Daryl froze as you took his hand and examined the swelling. He winced a little as your fingers pressed into his hand. You were making sure nothing was displaced.

"What was he yapping about?"

Daryl's face flushed with heat as he remembered it. "Ah—nothin'... just—talkin' shit," he said, hoping you'd drop it.

You gave him a skeptical look and a half-smile he found charming as hell. "Obviously it wasn't nothing if you got into a fist fight over it."

"Mmm," Daryl hummed, accepting the proffered ice pack. He laid it over his knuckles. He gulped again as you turned your attention to his face, looking the welt on his jaw over with concern. "Dun worry 'bout that. Guy barely got me. Couldn't throw a punch harder than Judith can righ' now," he drawled.

"Well?"

"Well what?" he asked, meeting your eyes.

You laughed. "You interrupted my quiet night in. The least you could do would be to tell me what all the drama was. You're dodging my questions. Did you think I wouldn't notice?"

Daryl's face flushed again. "Uhh—"

"Why are you being so squirrely?" you asked, your curiosity only increasing. You thought perhaps you'd better let it drop... He really seemed unwilling to tell you.

He ducked his head, staring down toward the ice pack over his bruised and swollen knuckles. "Just—stay away from that guy, alrigh?"

That hit you square between the eyes and you suddenly understood. "Oh." You paused and took a breath and Daryl hazarded a glance up at you, worry clear on his face. "What did he—?"

"I didn't like how he was talkin' about ya. And I set him straight. But I wouldn't put it past him to—I dunno. Just‚ he ain't worth the time of day, alrigh?"

You nodded, much more subdued now that you understood that the fight had been, somehow, over you. "Well... come and sit down. You should keep that ice on for 20 minutes. I didn't feel anything displaced in your hand.... I'm—I'm sorry you got hurt over—over something to do with me."

Daryl looked puzzled. "Whoa—hey. It ain't yer fault. Ya dun have anythin' to apologize for. Ya weren't even there. Besides," he said, fidgeting a little nervously, "it was worth it. And I'd do it again. I will do it again if he didn't learn his damn lesson..."

You smiled fondly at him, a little stunned by his protectiveness. "Thanks. I suppose I can still have that quiet evening now. Interested in joining me?"

Daryl nodded. "Ya got any books I might like?"

You grinned at him. "Mountain man adventures or pirates?" you asked him.

He laughed gruffly. "Surprise me." Prompt: "I was going to have a nice, quiet night of reading but I guess I'll be patching up your broken hand instead."

[brookediamonds]

could you do a cute oneshot where reader and axel have a crush on each other but both are oblivious. HOWEVERRR the whole dojo knows so they team up and make a bet on who’s gonna realize first, team axel or team reader? so we get these cute scenes of the friends trying to drop hints without fully stating it so it’s not cheating. i love the oblivious trope 🤌🤌

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they see right through me | Axel Kovačević x Fem!Reader

Summary: Tired of your endless flirting and bantering, your friends decide to help you and Axel realize the truth about your feelings for one another. You're in love.

Word Count: 3.1k Warnings: None, fluff, oblivious friends to lovers

gif is not mine

You don't notice the way Axel stares at you when you're laughing. You don't notice the way he shifts closer, like even the sound of you is something he wants to be near.

And he doesn't notice the way your heart hammers every time he flashes that rare smile at you.

Or the way you always find some excuse to nudge his arm, like touching him could somehow ground you in all the chaos he brings just by existing.

It's pathetic. At least, that's what your friends think.

"You know what?" Hawk says one day at lunch, flicking a crouton at Demetri, "I'm putting twenty bucks on Y/n realizing it first."

Demetri scoffs. "Axel's gonna cave. He's like, biologically incapable of hiding anything for longer than a week."

Sam grins over her sandwich, setting it back down on the lunch tray.

"We should make this interesting," she proposes.

"Bet," Miguel says instantly, and somehow, even Tory and Robby are in, smirking like they've seen this exact kind of slow-burn stupidity before.

The rules are simple: No direct confessions. No sabotaging. Just a few well-placed nudges.

After all, you and Axel are already halfway in love, you just need a little help.

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You're sitting on the bench, lacing your shoes, when Sam flops down next to you, and Tory leans casually against the wall.

Sam grins mischievously. "So, Y/n."

You narrow your eyes at her immediately sitting up straight. "What?"

"We're curious," Tory spoke. "What's your type?"

You snort glancing between both girls. "Why?"

Sam bumps your shoulder playfully. "C'mon, just tell us."

You roll your eyes but smile, letting out a dramatic sigh as you toss your hands up. "I don't know, tall, I guess."

Tory nods with a smirks etched on her face. "How tall we talkin'?"

"Mmm," you grin without thinking. "Like... six feet?"

Sam chokes on her water as Tory pats her back. You shrug, oblivious to their approach.

"Someone who's protective. Like, really protective, even if they pretend not to care," you continue.

Tory crosses her arms, hiding a knowing grin.

You, still clueless, swing your leg over the bench and add, "And strong. Like... built strong. So if I'm being annoying and clinging to him, he can still pick me up and toss me around if he wants."

Both girls are silently freaking out now.

Tory tilts her head. "Anyone specific in mind?" she asks innocently.

You rose your brows, confused. "Huh? No, not really."

The blonde coughs loudly to cover her snort. "Subtle."

"What?" You frown.

They don't answer, they just cackle while you sit there, dumbfounded, unknowingly describing Axel like you were reading his damn bio page.

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Axel’s leaning against the side of the dojo after training, drinking water, shirt sticking to him from sparring.

Miguel and Robby approach him, way too casually.

"Yo, Axel," Miguel says, twirling his water bottle. "Serious question. You into anyone?"

Axel raises an eyebrow, suspicious. "Why?"

Robby shrugs, smirking. "Just curious, man. What's your type?"

Axel wipes sweat off his brow with the hem of his shirt, thinking for a long moment. You can tell he's not used to talking about this.

Finally, he shrugs, tone low and careless. "I don't know. Someone who doesn't take my shit."

Miguel bites back a grin. "Oh, yeah?"

Axel nods, staring somewhere over their shoulders, like he's seeing someone in his head without realizing it. "Someone who's... stubborn. Mouthy. Gets under your skin but you don't even mind."

Robby smirks as he see's you walks past the group of boys with a small smile. "Sounds familiar."

Axel ignores him, his eyes lingering on you as you pass them but not before sticking your tongue out at him. Axel rolls his eyes at your gesture, ignoring the sudden rate of his heart.

He's still talking, almost absentminded: "Someone who's always right there. Annoying as hell but... it's not annoying. Not really."

Miguel's eyebrows shoot up.

Axel shrugs again, face unreadable. "Someone who makes me feel like I'm not alone even when I don’t say anything."

There's a heavy beat of silence.

Miguel and Robby share a look of smugness with each other as Axel's gaze breaks away from you.

"Good to know," Robby smirks before him and Miguel saunter away from the boy. Axel grunts in response, oblivious to their motive, and goes back to drinking his water.

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You and Axel are the last to leave practice one evening, walking slowly under the fading sky.

You're carrying your gear bag over your shoulder; he's slinging his jacket on, every movement easy, natural, familiar.

"You're quieter than usual," he says.

You bump his arm with your elbow, pretending your face isn't burning. "Maybe you're just louder."

He laughs, low and warm, and it does something weird to your chest. That's been happening for a few months now.

You both stand there for a second too long at the curb.

Not moving. Not talking. Not realizing you're each thinking the same thing.

Say something. Anything.

Instead, Axel clears his throat and kicks a rock into the street. "Later, brat."

"Later, loser," you mutter back, but your smile lingers longer than it should.

From across the parking lot, Robby and Tory watch in agony as another day goes by without a confession.

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Your friends are practically foaming at the mouth the following day when you're caught up in one of your normal behaviors that feels normal, but shouldn't be between two friends.

You don't really notice you're doing it anymore. A hand tugging at Axel's sleeve when you're walking together. A bump of your shoulder into his when you're standing in line.

Leaning against his side when you're sitting too close on the couch, legs swinging off the edge like a kid. To be fair, you're a naturally touchy person.

Your love language is physical touch. You like hugs. You like bumping arms. You like being close to the people you care about.

Normally, Axel hates that kind of thing.

Miguel tried to throw an arm around him once, Axel shoved him off so fast Miguel almost face planted into the sidewalk.

Hawk gave him a "bro hug" one time after a tournament win and got a dead-eyed glare so chilling he immediately backed off.

And yet.

When it's you clinging to his sleeve, tugging on his jacket, leaning into his side, he doesn't say a word. He doesn't even flinch.

Sometimes he scowls, but it's not real. Not the real scowl he gives everyone else. And everyone notices.

"Is she hanging off him again?" Tory mutters one afternoon, watching you drape yourself lazily against Axel's side while he scrolls through something on his phone, totally unbothered.

"She's basically a backpack at this point," Robby deadpans.

Hawk whistles under his breath. "Dude, if I touched him like that, I'd be in the ER."

Demetri scoffs adjusting his stance, voice full of wonder. "It's like observing a real-life exception to natural laws."

"He's so gone for her it's so cute," Sam just shakes her head, grinning.

As you get up to go use the restroom, your friends decide to test their theory.

"Watch this," Hawk whispers to Demetri and Robby, a mischievous glint in his eye.

Axel stays sitting on the couch in the Cobra Kai break room, arms crossed, continuing to scroll through his phone.

Hawk saunters over casually, pretending to yawn, and then oh-so-casually leans against Axel's shoulder.

You could hear a pin drop. Axel's entire body stiffens. Slowly, very slowly, he lowers his phone and turns his head.

His death glare could probably set the building on fire.

Hawk immediately peels off, hands up in surrender. "Chill, bro! It was a joke!"

Axel just rolls his eyes and goes back to his phone, shoulders visibly tense.

Across the room, Tory and Sam are trying not to bust out laughing, both of them nudging each other with their elbows.

Two minutes later, you come wandering back over. Without even thinking, you plop down next to Axel, way closer than necessary, your thigh pressed against his, your head tipping lazily against his shoulder like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Axel doesn’t move. He doesn’t glare. He doesn’t flinch. You sigh contentedly.

They all watch as Axel, who supposedly "hates" being touched, shifts slightly, just enough to let you rest your head against his shoulder.

No protest. No annoyed grumble. Nothing.

Just a small glance down at you, so brief you almost miss it, and the slightest, barest tug of a smile at the corner of his mouth. Like he's not just tolerating it. Like he likes it. A lot.

"You're comfy," you mumble, half-asleep against him after a long practice.

Axel snorts. "You're heavy."

"Rude," you grumble without moving an inch.

He doesn't push you off. Doesn’t even roll his eyes.

He just sits there, letting you soak up his warmth, one arm lazily slung along the back of the couch, hovering, like he's thinking about pulling you in properly but doesn't quite dare.

Your friends shake their heads in disbelief at the sight in front of them.

If this was how Axel acted when he "wasn't dating" you... everyone could already guess exactly how bad it was going to be once he finally admitted it.

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You're placing your notebook into your backpack at your school locker when suddenly two of your friends presented themselves.

"Hey," Sam and Tory grin mischievously, one on either side of you. You sigh zipping up your bag before giving them your undivided attention.

They had been acting strange lately, and you didn't know why.

"What now?" You ask with a slight chuckle.

"Oh, nothing," Tory shrugs. "Just wondering if you ever get, you know, tired."

You tilt your head at her question, looking back at Sam. "...Tired?"

Sam nods her head, fake-innocent. "Yeah. From chasing after certain people all the time."

You flush instantly, a redness creeping up your face. "I am NOT—"

Sam cuts you off, laughing, patting your shoulder gently. "We’re just saying. If I had a giant, protective Croatian following me around all day, I wouldn't exactly be complaining."

"I'm not complaining!" You splutter. "I'm— we're just friends!"

"Yeah?" Tory smirks even wider. "So if he asked you out right now, you'd say no?"

You open your mouth to snap back, then immediately shut it when you realize you don’t have a good answer.

Your face gives you away. Sam and Tory howl with laughter, exchanging a knowing high-five as you bury your burning face in your hands.

"Friends, huh," Sam teases, nudging you. "Sure, Y/n. Sure."

"You guys suck," you pout covering your face with your hands from embarrassment. They sling their arms around you as they guide towards the exit of the school.

Earlier that same day, Axel sat in study hall, finishing up a reading he was supposed to do last night when Miguel and Hawk approach him.

"Yo," Hawk says casually. "Random question."

Axel glances up from his textbook, seeing both boys sit across from him.

"If you had to describe your ideal girlfriend," Hawk continues, a shit-eating grin on his face, "what would she be like?"

Axel snorts. If he had known better, he would think his friends are trying to set him with all the questions they've been asking him lately.

"Don’t have one," he responds plainly.

Miguel raises an eyebrow. "Really? No preferences at all? Like, not even someone who's… I don’t know…"

He trails off, smirking. "...shorter than you by, like, a foot? Little bit mouthy? Can kick your ass if she wanted to?"

Axel side-eyes him suspiciously. His mind immediately forms an image of you in his mind, but they can't know that.

"Yeah," Hawk jumps in. "And maybe she's super clingy and always hanging off you even though you pretend you hate it."

Axel stiffens slightly at the mention of clingy, because that was definitely something you were. And he loved it.

Miguel leans closer, grinning. "Maybe she's got this bratty little smirk you pretend not to notice but you're obsessed with it—"

"Shut up," Axel mutters catching on to their description of you.

Both of them die laughing. Axel crosses his arms, jaw tight, but his ears are a little red.

"Bro," Miguel claps him on the shoulder. "Just admit it. You’re doomed."

Axel scowls at the two boys, but doesn't deny it.

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You stop hovering next to Axel after practice. You don't sit half in his lap on the couch anymore. You stop tugging on his sleeve when you want his attention.

At first, Axel thinks maybe you're just tired. But then it keeps happening.

You sit on the other side of the room during movie night. You spar with Demetri instead of volunteering to team up with Axel. You barely even glance at him when you laugh at a joke.

Axel sits there, arms crossed, scowling darkly, his brain screaming what the fuck did I do???

Everyone notices. They're all exchanging wildly amused looks while Axel broods harder than ever.

Axel hates it. Hates the distance. Hates how much colder the world feels without you constantly in his space.

The dojo door clicks shut behind you with a soft thud, leaving you standing in the thick, humid air of the parking lot.

It's quiet. Most of the cars are gone. Everyone else already peeled off to go home or out to eat, leaving you and your heavy thoughts behind.

You're fumbling with your phone when you notice him. Sitting alone. Axel.

Perched on the curb, elbows resting on his knees, head tilted back slightly like he's watching the sky darken. The faint orange glow of the streetlights kisses his skin, painting him in gold and shadow.

Your heart lurches in your chest at the sight. He has his car. You know he has his car. Which means… he's waiting.

For you.

You bite your lip, nerves bubbling under your skin. Slowly, cautiously, you walk toward him.

"Hey," you murmur, voice almost shy.

Axel lifts his head, and the moment his dark blue eyes find yours, something softens in them. Something eases.

He doesn't say anything. Just shifts slightly to the side, making room. You hesitate for half a second before dropping down next to him, your knees brushing his.

The concrete is warm against your jeans. The air hums with the sounds of crickets and distant traffic. You stare at your shoes, heart hammering.

Neither of you speaks at first. Just sitting there, breathing the same air, close enough to touch but not quite brave enough yet.

Then, quietly, Axel asks:

"You okay?"

You glance up, startled. His voice is rough around the edges, careful, like he's afraid of saying the wrong thing and pushing you farther away.

He’s fidgeting slightly, thumb picking at the fraying hem of his sleeve. You realize he's been worrying. Worrying about you.

Before you can answer, he adds, even quieter:

"Did I... do something?"

The look on his face shatters you. Wide open. Uncertain. Desperate to fix it if he hurt you without knowing.

"No—no," you rush out, shaking your head. "You didn't do anything, Axel. I swear."

Relief flashes across his face, so quick and raw it makes your chest ache. You shift closer, almost without thinking, until your thigh brushes his.

You reach out, hesitating only a second before curling your hand lightly around his wrist making him freeze. Not because he doesn't want it, but because he's still so goddamn gentle with you.

Like you're something he doesn't dare break. You take a deep breath, gathering your courage.

"I've just... been kind of a mess," you admit, voice trembling a little. "I thought if I kept my distance, it would help. But it didn't. It just made me miserable."

Axel’s brows knit together, confused. You exhale shakily.

"I... I have feelings for someone," you say, so soft it’s almost a whisper.

His whole body goes still. You force yourself to keep going, even though every nerve ending is screaming at you to run.

"And being around them— you—" you don't miss his twitch at the word 'you.' "— Just made it harder to hide. I thought if I pulled away, maybe the feelings would go away too. But they didn't. They just got worse."

You squeeze his wrist gently, grounding yourself. Finally, finally, you lift your eyes to meet his.

"I like you, Axel. A lot."

The world tilts. You feel it. The exact second he stops breathing.

For one heartbeat, maybe two, he just stares at you, eyes wide and stunned, like he can't quite process what he's hearing.

Then, slowly, like he's afraid he'll scare you off, he turns his hand under yours and laces your fingers together.

"You're serious?" he asks, voice barely a rasp.

You nod, throat too tight to speak. Axel exhales shakily, a broken, grateful sound, and tugs you a little closer by your joined hands.

"So fucking serious," you manage to whisper.

And in the next breath, Axel does something he's never done before. He leans in, forehead bumping yours, clumsy and desperate, and just holds you there, breathing you in.

Not a kiss. Not yet. Just the kind of closeness he's been craving for so long it hurts. You close your eyes, fingers tightening around his, heart thudding wildly.

"I thought I was imagining it," he says, voice low and rough. "Thought you were just... being you. All those times you touched me. Thought you'd never want someone like me."

You squeeze his hand, smiling shakily. "Well... too bad. You're stuck with me now."

His mouth curves into the softest, rarest smile, a real one, the kind nobody else ever gets to see.

"Wouldn't want anyone else," he murmurs.

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The halls buzz with the low hum of early morning, lockers slamming, sneakers squeaking on polished floors, friends greeting each other with tired yawns and laughter.

None of it matters.

Not when you're walking in hand-in-hand with Axel, your fingers laced so tightly together it's like you're daring anyone to even try to separate you.

He towers beside you, backpack slung lazily over one shoulder, and a rare, barely-there smile playing on his lips. He's trying to act casual about it.

You on the other hand, are not.

Still buzzing from last night’s confession, you tug his hand closer to your chest, and lean up on your toes to press a quick, adoring kiss to his cheek.

Axel stiffens in surprise for half a second, then practically melts, his grip tightening on your hand like he never wants to let go.

"ABOUT DAMN TIME!" Hawk crows, fist-pumping the air from down the hall.

You laugh into Axel's shoulder as you approach your group of friends already gathered by the lockers, all grinning like idiots.

Sam practically glows with excitement, bouncing on her toes. Tory smirks knowingly, arms crossed. Miguel and Robby exchange looks like "we knew it."

Demetri claps his hands together, mock-serious. "I would like to personally thank the Academy, and my unwavering faith in dumb, lovesick teenagers."

Hawk points dramatically at Axel. "I KNEW you were whipped, bro!"

Axel just raises a brow coolly, not bothering to argue, and pulls you closer by the hand he's still fiercely holding. You beam up at him, absolutely unbothered.

Sam nudges your side, grinning. "So? Who caved first? Who made the first move?"

All eyes turn expectantly to Axel. He opens his mouth, and you beat him to it, giggling.

"I did," you announce proudly. "I confessed first."

There's a stunned beat of silence.

"YES!" Tory crows, spinning to high-five Sam.

Miguel groans, pulling a crumpled ten-dollar bill from his pocket and slapping it into Sam's outstretched hand. Robby follows suit with a muttered curse. Demetri just sighs dramatically, digging into his backpack for his wallet.

The girls are smirking like they just won the Super Bowl.

"You bet on me?" You chuckle. "How sweet!"

Sam winks at you. "Never bet against a girl who knows what she wants."

"You're all terrible," Demetri grumbles, handing over his money.

"Correction," Tory says, counting the bills. "We're rich."

You snicker, hiding your face against Axel’s arm as the boys bicker and complain around you.

Axel leans down, voice low and rough against your ear.

"Took you long enough, brat," he murmurs, quiet and sure.

You feel your whole face heat up, partly from his words, mostly from how fond he sounds when he says it. Like teasing you is his favorite thing in the world.

You smack his arm lightly, grinning. "Shut up."

He just huffs a soft laugh under his breath. Pleased, smug, yours, and without thinking, he presses a soft kiss to your temple.

Right there in the middle of the hallway. Like he doesn’t care who sees. Like he’s been waiting forever to do it.

And you, grinning like an idiot, press into his side even closer. Because it's him, it's always been him.

And now? It always will be.

─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ─

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(a/n: this was so damn cute to write. btw requests are back open 😉)

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Senku I. X Reader! !!

Fictype: songfic

Genre: fluff

Warning: none

A.N: h IM BACK!! With a Senku Ishigami fic!!! He has been plaguing my mind for a month so ermm ywah

Aslso N/n means nick name

HAPPY STONE DAAAYYYYYYYY

★I've rejected affection, for years and years.

At this point everyone knew Senku ishigami was a man of science, he had no time for such illogical things like love. but fate disagreed.

★Now I have it and damn it, it's kind of weird.

When you had first told Senku the words, "I Love You" he was quite shocked, in a good way, of course. a feeling of warmth and affection rose from the dark, mechanical depths of his heart. No one had ever told him that directly, though he knew from their actions and and body language, everyone had their own way of saying I love you, be it platonic or romantic.

It was only natural that he'd be tongue tied when he heard the words "I Love you." Come from your lips. He was hesitant to say it back, the three words feeling foreign 'n weird in his mouth. Never would he have thought he'd say them.

★He tells I'm pretty,

He however, is indifferent to to looks. He doesn't care about the way someone dresses, or how he dresses for that matter. He knows he looks fine.

But for some reason, whenever you were around, he found himself more conscious of his looks and mannerisms. At first he thought it might've just been hormones but never had he felt that way before, so his second thought was you. At the beginning, when you two had first met, he was... Uninterested, to say the least. But as time grew on, he found himself hyper aware and overly embarrassed whenever he did something even just slightly off character Infront of you.

★Dont know how to respond.

When you complimented his knowledge in science, it... Made him feel better, more confident. It wasn't the first time someone had complimented him before but hearing it from you just sounded better, sweeter in his ears. So much so that whenever he'd finish his projects or experiments, he'd always look for your opinion first, his first thought when making something amazing was you.

★I tell him that he's pretty too,

So it was only natural he'd start reciprocating, after all. He isn't some self centered prick, he knows feedback and constructive criticism is important. Though he was a bit hesitant of saying it out loud at first.

"Yo. Y/n." He greets you from behind. Looking at the project you had finally finished. It wasn't overly amazing or perfect, it was fine, it was... You. (In his own words.)

"Heya, Science Guy." You looked over your shoulders to greet him, smiling softly as you wiped your sweaty forehead.

Senku stood beside you, examining it for a while before turning to look at you, hesitating for a while. "Good job, N/n. I'm ten billion percent sure you're getting an A."

★Can I say that? don't have a clue.

He was patiently, (nervously, though he'd never admit it) waiting for your answer. It wasn't usual for him to give out compliments or anything of the sort.

But the way your eyes lit up, the upward curve of your lips, and the way you puffed out your chest and stood straight with confidence?

Yep, he'd have to start complimenting you more often.

"Thanks! Senku."

★With every passing moment, I surprise myself.

At first he doesn't notice it, all the acts of service and words of affirmation he gives to you completely fly over his head. It was only when Gen pointed it out that he finally realised.

"Isn't it so strange?" Gen nudges at Senku with his elbow.

Senku looks up at him in confusion. "What's strange?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Mmm, I don't know. Maybe the way you're a lot more affectionate towards Y/n-Chan than towards anyone else?" He teased, feigning innocence and curiosity.

"Dunno what you're talkin about." Senku shuts him off bluntly.

Gen has an evil smile on his face. "Oh? Then what about that gift you gave them two days ago?Or the week before that? Or when you complimented their technique despite everyone else doing just as well?" He smiles wider.

Senku facepalms, looking at Gen with an uninterested expression. "That's because it's important to reward people for their hard work, Gen."

"And it's because they have been working harder than others."

"Hmmm, is that so~?"

★I'm scared of flies, I'm scared of guys.

When Senku first acknowledged his feelings, they were small, like the bud of a flower waiting to bloom.

But when the petrification happened, the dark void gave his feelings time to ferment and grow stronger. Aside from counting every individual second, you were constantly plaguing his mind, despite his best efforts, sweet images of you and Him constantly threatened to reset the count. But somehow, he managed.

★Someone please help..

And as he broke out of the stone prison, his condition only worsened, (by condition; I mean him wanting to see you again so badly) the many memories you both had together had been modified by his feelings for you and turned sweeter, overly romanticised, if you will.

★Cause I think I'm falling inlove this time,

And it didn't help with the fact that practically everything reminded you of him.

Whenever he needed flowers for dye, boom bam a million memories of the few times he touched your soft skin.

Whenever he saw the sunrise, it reminded him of your smile, the way your eyes would shine whenever he complimented you.

★i blinked and suddenly I had a valentine. (Valentine)

It was all so surreal to him, how he managed to fall in love. someone like him, falling inlove? If you told the Past Senku he woulda laughed in your face, and then go on a rant about how illogical love is blah blah yada yada yada.

But he wasn't complaining, who would complain about having a valentine?

♪ ♪ ♬

★What if he's the last one I kiss?

You remember it like it was yesterday, the first time you'd have kissed Senku. Though it wasn't hot and steamy like how the forbidden part of your brain thought it'd be. It was more or less, awkward. But sweet nonetheless.

"Sseeeeeeeennnnnkkkuuuuuuuuuu. . ." You poked at his face, trying to pry his attention off of his experiment.

"aaaaaaAAAAAAAAA. What is it now, N/n." He groaned exasperatedly. Carefully setting down the glass jar.

"I have a question." You smiled deviously.

Senku groaned even louder, glaring at you with the most uninterested face ever. "No a car will not pull itself if you attach a magnet Infront of it, My hair-"

"No— Senku that's not—"

"—my hair stands up because I style it that way, and—"

"sENKU" you shout exasperatedly, finally getting his attention.

"What?" He stares at you annoyedly.

"Can I kiss you?" You finally ask, suddenly seeming very serious, as if you were playing mario cart with Senku's competitive ass.

Senku's eyes widened in shock, though he immediately resumes his calm, uninterested expression. "Mmmmh.. Nah." He turns back to focus on his work with a smug smirk on his face.

Already imagining the dumbstruck expression on your face, nearly doubling over laughing as he can basically hear you pout through your voice.

"wHy not?" You ask, nudging his shoulder until you get his attention.

"Because I'm busy." He deadpans.

"Too busy for just a little peck?" You tap on his shoulder to get him to look at you, then using the most girly voice you could muster:

"Pretty pleaseeeeeee??" You put your hands together to seem more convincing.

It's effective! Senku ishigami loses -10 billion willpower! (Cmon now we all know he's soft on the inside)

Senku Inhales deeply before letting out the most obnoxious exhale you've ever seen. "Fine." He grumbles. He turns his body to face you, still slightly hesitant.

He leans in slightly, waiting for you to reciprocate. When you finally get over your inner fan-girling, you lean in a little too fast and end up bumping foreheads with Senku.

He rubs the place where you two bumped in a an attempt to sooth it.

"I—im sorry! I didn't mean to. ." You look down shamefully. Little did you know that, as soon as Senku recovered, that awesomely big science brain of his conjured a devious plan. (His words not mine)

When you least expected it, he brought his hands up to your cheeks, gently making you look at him. Before he leans in and kisses you softly on the lips.

It was short but sweet. When he leaned away, he took a moment to admire your starstruck expression, smirking at his accomplishment.

Before you could respond, he tries to lick his lips as sneakily as possible so you wouldn't see. (You saw it)

"That good enough for you?"

★What if he's the only one I'll ever miss?

You knew what love felt like, (mostly from TV shows but anyway) and it was nice. But, you'd never chase it, yeah sure it makes you feel all nice and warm and cozy. You'd miss it for a little while, all the affection n sappiness. But life goes on,

That is, until you met Senku.

As you grew closer to him, you had the strong urge to be near him, closer to him. He plagued your thoughts 24/7, him and his stinky, unique, Leek hair, it was quite obvious you loved him. How could you not?

The way his eyes lit up whenever he talked about science, the determination in his eyes to finish some project of his, his... Brash and oftentimes rude personality, though you knew better. He only cared.

★Maybe I should run? I'm only 21.

Sometimes it was hard, Loving Senku. Not because he made it hard, No No, in fact it was all too easy to love him. Before you confessed to Senku, thoughts of rejection constantly plagued your mind.

Senku was a man of science, no way he'd reciprocate your feelings, right?

And so you thought just blocking them out was the right way to go, though it only allowed your feelings to get stronger and stronger until it overpowered you.

★I don't even know who I want to become.

Senku was a straightforward guy, that's one thing you admired about him. This feeling only cemented when he proudly and confidently declared he was gonna revive the human race. Despite knowing Senku for a long time, it still shocked you. Though, it would throw off anyone really.

★I've lost all control, with my heartbeat now.

One thing was for sure though, you both loved eachother. Despite Senku being a bit stiff about affection sometimes, it was clear he loved you in other ways.

whenever he looks at you, so softly, so lovingly. And that smile you knew was reserved for you and you only. It never failed to make your heart race. Whenever he complimented you, or, use the teasing banter you two always had to indirectly say "I love you"

★Got caught in a romance with him, somehow.

It was all so surreal to you, Senku? Loving you back? If you told anyone that they'd look at you as if you were insane, probably because it was an insane statement by itself. Never thought it'd say Senku and Love in the same sentence unless it was "Senku loves science".

You weren't complaining however, a life without Senku would be utterly, thoroughly, mundane.

It was already late at night, you were both laying on the grass, enjoying the stars in the sky that were previously covered by light pollution 3700 years ago. You and Senku were laying down silently against each other, enjoying this brief moment together before the morning came and Senku had to go back to his duties as the chief.

"Hey, Senku." You turn to look at him, he sighs quietly as if to prepare himself for your shenanigans once more.

"Hm?" He hums, still staring at the sky,only tilting his head ever so slightly towards you to let him know he was listening.

"Why is it that love makes you "dumb"?"

"Because, N/n, the feeling you get around someone you love is actually the brain producing the hormones called, 'serotonin', 'dopamine', 'oxytocin', and 'endorphins'." He turns to look at you to see if you're still listening, instead he finds you staring at him Intently, with the most loving gaze ever.

He freezes for a moment before continuing, a tiny of pink on the tips of his ears.

"So when the brain inevitably gets accustomed to releasing chemicals around that person it will do nearly everything to be around them, making the person do or think irrationally and illogically."

"No wonder why I'm so "Stupid" around you." You smile cheekily.

Senku scoffs before looking back up at the sky, "nah, I'm pretty sure you're just stupid in general."

"Not nice, You leekhead!"

"Since when was I nice? And stop calling me leekhead."

★I still feel a shock, Through every bone.

It still shocks Senku to his core that he managed to fall inlove, someone like him? Inlove? He even took such serious measures to insure he'd never fall inlove.

But he's glad he's let his guard down this time, cause if he didn't? He would never have gotten to Love you.

★When I hear an "I love you" cause now I've got someone to lose.

When he first (directly) said I love you, it nearly short-circuited your brain. He rarely said it, usually because he saw no reason to since he knew you knew he loved you already.

Despite it only being three words it held a deep meaning in both of your hearts, a reminder that no matter what happens you're both there for eachother.

★The first one to ever like me back,

It wasn't the first time you've had a crush before, though you haven't been through alot of romantic relationships, or any at all.

So when you decided to finally confess to Senku, him accepting the confession was the last thing you'd thought he'd do.

★I'm seconds away from a heart attack.

It never failed to catch Senku by surprise whenever you'd outwardly state you loved him,

Not to say he didn't enjoy it, of course he did. Though he'd rather die than admit it.

All those times you'd randomly bombard him with affection and praises, it sent butterflies to his stomach.

"Bill Nye the science guy! Whatcha doin?" You'd exclaim as you walked towards him.

He sighed before looking back at you, "was "Science leek", "leekhead", or "leek-haired" not enough?" He stares at you with the most tired face ever, though it was actually quite the opposite of what he was feeling.

"Shshhshhhhhsh, anyway, whatcha doing?" You playfully put a finger over his lips to shut him up. Chuckling when he sends a glare your way.

He slaps the hand away before finally talking, "I'm making a robot from scratch. It's ten million percent hard and ten billion percent exhilarating." He smirks.

He rants about all the parts and materials he's gonna need and all their uses, what they do, and how exhilarating this is.

"And then-" he gets briefly cut off when you place a soft kiss on his forehead, then his nose, and his cheek. As his brain slowly starts realising, he can feel his face heating up. Though he immediately recovers and instead the tips of his ears become red.

"Oops, my bad. You're just so cute when you rant yknow?" You smirk smugly, aware of what you just did. The smirk on your face only grows wider as you take in Senku's confused face.

As you were lost in the blinding bliss of finally managing to catch Senku off guard, he suddenly leans in close to you and presses a soft kiss to the edge of your lips, missing your lips entirely.

He mirrors the expression you had as he gives you a taste of your own medicine. "Oh sorry, you're just so adorable when your all confident and proud like that, couldn't help myself."

"You're lucky I love you, Leek boy."

"I must be the luckiest Leek in the world then."

★How the hell did I fall inlove this time? And honestly I can't believe I get to call you mine.

He still can't believe he fell inlove, especially with you, no offense, he loves you and would probably die for you but he always thought he'd be most likely to date someone with more knowledge in science,

But, he'd much rather have your curiosity and enthusiasm to learn over someone who already knows.

★I blinked and suddenly I had a valentine.

He stands there in awe, wondering what he could've done to deserve you. He thinks about all the time you've done something for him even though you didn't have to. All those times you've listened to him rant during a phone call, all those times you'd help him carry some "heavy" stuff. Even though it was actually light and Senku just has the muscles of a twig.

He looks at the telescope and the gift you made personally for him, a little star carved out of wood. You two would spend forever in his room gazing at the stars through his old telescope. He smiles softly at the star before looking back up to meet yours.

"Happy birthday, Senku."

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But They're Always Tryin' To Waste Me

Pt. 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6

Song Recommendation:

Mary On A Cross - Ghost

"So what'd ya think?"

"I'm sorry, but what the fuck was that!?"

"You call that a commercial? Seriously what in the actual fuck is wrong with you!?"

Y/N and Vaggie glared at Alastor in anger.

Charlie and Vaggie were sitting on the couch, while Y/N was standing to the side, the three of them just finished watching Alastor's terrible commercial.

"Uh yeah, one note..." Charlie said awkwardly. "Alastor I mean - First off, thank you so much for making this, seriously amazing, but um maybe the tone is a bit...off?"

"A bit? He made the hotel look like a complete joke!" Y/N said.

"We want people to want to come here," Charlie explained. "This makes it look ummm..."

"Bad," Vaggie bluntly said. "The word you're looking for is bad.

Y/N nodded in agreement.

"Funny, I was going for hilarious!" Alastor said.

"It explained nothing about how we're trying to save these sinners," Y/N spat. "Which is the whole fucking point, by the way."

"Y/N is right, Alastor." Charlie reasoned. "The commercial was to let sinners know we are trying to help them."

"Well, my dear, I haven't been active in Hell for some time, and everyone remembers me from my radio show!" Alastor said. "The proper medium to express oneself! But you insisted on this noisy picture box advertisement, so I had a little fun with it."

"Oh fun. You had a little fun with it?" Vaggie snarled. "Well, this is not what we want to represent us. When you showed up here a week ago, you told us you would help run this hotel!"

"Instead, you're mocking us," Y/N added, her arms crossed. "No one's gonna come to a place where a powerful Overlord like you thinks is a fucking joke!"

Suddenly, Angel raised his gloved hand.

"What now?" Y/N groaned.

"If'n ya filmin' a commercial," Angel Dust said. "Can I suggest you take better advantage of the talented celebrity you have right here?"

"Angel, you're a porn star." Vaggie said.

"A famous porn star!" Angel corrected. "I'll have the horniest sinners knockin' down these walls to get in!"

"For the last time, we are not filming you sucking another's guy dick as a commercial!" Isabell said tiredly, getting up and walking over to the bar, needing a drink.

"Why not? Sex sells, don't it?" Angel asked. "I swear if you film goin' at it with mister fancy talk-creepy voice here, you'd be rollin' in participants willin' to stay at this tacky hotel."

"Haha! Never going to happen!" Alastor laughed.

"What'll it be?" Husk asked, wiping down the counter.

"Literally anything that makes me forget about Alastor." Y/N groaned.

"Now you know how I feel," Husk grumbled, pouring Isabell a glass of scotch.

"Mmm, that's good," Y/N hummed in delight, finishing the whole thing. "Pour me some more, please."

"Alright," Husk said, pouring more into the glass.

"Hey, I have a question." Angel said suddenly. "If freaky face over there is so powerful, then why can't he just make people stay here?"

"Oh, trust me, I can!" Alastor said ominously.

"Why do you think I'm here?" Husk said. "You actually think I'd be cleaning bottles and listening to you fuck's bitch and moan all the time if he wasn't forcin' me?"

"I like being forced." Niffty said suddenly, making Y/N almost spit out her drink.

"Keep that to yourself, Niff." Husk said.

"What, you don't love being here with me, Whiskers?" Angel asked.

"Call me "Whiskers" again and I'll jam that bottle down your throat! Husk exclaimed.

"Kinky," Angel said suggestively. "C'mon keep talkin' dirty."

"Angel, please let Husk do his fucking job," Y/N sighed. "And no, we can't force sinners to stay here, they have to choose to."

"I'm choosing to be here, and I think it's all stupid," Angel said. "We're in Hell, Toots. That's kind of the end of the road, ain't it?"

"Well, maybe it doesn't have to be." Vaggie said. "Just because nobody has made it out before doesn't mean it's not possible."

"And if you think it's stupid, why don't you just leave then?" Y/N asked.

"'Cause I need a place to crash and crack's expensive." Angel answered.

"Of course you would say something like that." Y/N scoffed.

"Vaggie! Y/N! Holy shit!" Charlie exclaimed suddenly.

"Ahh! What?" Y/N and Vaggie said at the same time.

"Get over here!" Charlie said, gesturing for them to follow her.

"What's going on?" Y/N asked as her and Vaggie followed Charlie.

"My dad just called. He said that the leader of the Angel Army wants to meet. He asked if I could go instead." Charlie said, very fast.

"But-But the extermination just happened," Vaggie said. "What could they want this soon after--

~cue music~

Charlie: I can do this, somehow, I know it. I'll get Heaven behind my plan.

Vaggie: Charlie wait!

Charlie: There's just no way, I could blow it. Not this once in a lifetime chance.

Vaggie: It's just a meeting.

Charlie: To change their minds, and touch their hearts. Or whatever angels have.

Vaggie: This could be bad

Charlie: Cheer up, Vaggie, this could be swell. Something tells me that today will be a happy day in Hell!

Y/N: Okay, hun, just don't sing to them.

Angel: That bitch is halfway down the street.

Y/N: Is she-?

Angel: Oh, she's dancin'.

Vaggie and Y/N: Ugh, no!

~end music~

"Oh, I really hope the meeting goes well," Y/N said.

"Yeah, me too," Vaggie mumbled.

"Is everything okay, Vaggie?" Y/N worried.

"Yeah, I'm just worried the angels won't listen to her,"

"I'm sure they will," Y/N smiled.

Sprawling herself onto the couch, Y/N thought of the best idea.

"Oh my God, Vaggie!" she said, sitting bolt upright. "I just had the best idea ever!"

Alastor, Husk, Angel, and Niffty were all sitting on the couch in front of Y/N, Vaggie standing beside her.

"Okay, so Charlie is dealing with something super important right now," Y/N paced. "So, while she's gone, we are going to make a new commercial. One that represents her vision and our goal here."

Angel lazily raised his hand, a smirk on his face.

"Angel, if you say anything about us making a porno for the commercial, I will cut you."

Angel put his hand back down, a small frown on his face.

"Any questions?" Y/N asked.

Nobody said a word.

"Great, now we need a camera, Alastor?"

Alastor snapped his fingers and an old-timey camera from the nineteen thirties appeared in Y/N's hands.

"I meant a video camera," Y/N grumbled.

Alastor hummed in disapproval, but snapped is fingers again, this time a modern video camera appeared in Y/N's hands.

"All right, let's go!"

Y/N watched from the sidelines as Vaggie filmed a scene with Husk and Angel.

"And...action!" Vaggie whispered.

"'Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel, can I help you with anything?'" Husk read, the script right in front of his face.

"'I've been a bad boy, and I need a big, strong daddy to put me in my place...'" Angel said, climbing up onto the bar. "'On the path to redemption."

'"Well you come-'"

'"Oh yes!'"

'"...To the right place.'"

"Cut!" Vaggie called out.

"Okay, Angel you need to be less horny, if that's even possible," Y/N criticized.

"And Husk, can you maybe not have a script in front of your face?" Vaggie asked.

"I ain't no act, I can't memorize this shit!" Husk angrily.

"Well, we could improv this shit, baby cakes. Rawrr." Angel purred.

Husk then pushed off Angel off the bar, landing with a big thud.

"Whoops," Husk said.

"Husk, come on!" Vaggie said.

"Okay, we'll just come back to this scene," Y/N dryly said. "Husk, Angel, uh, just work on it a little more."

"I'm not makin' and promises," Husk said.

"At least try to work on it," Y/N frowned. "Please?"

Husk looked at Y/N not liking the frown on her face.

"Fuck, fine," Husk grumbled.

"Thanks," Y/N smiled.

"Niffty you're up!"

Niffty sat on the floor, trying to stab some cockroaches with a long, sharp needle.

"Alright Niffty," Vaggie said, trying to get Niffty's attention. "Niffty? Niffty!"

Niffty finally started to listen.

"Your line is, 'We have the cleanest rooms.'" Vaggie said gently. "Okay?"

"Got it! I'm ready!" Niffty exclaimed.

Vaggie started to record, Y/N watching the scene from behind her.

"Action," Vaggie said.

Niffty's face went black, her one eyeball staring into the camera.

Y/N, Vaggie, and Angel stared at her with confusion and a little bit of fear.

"Uhhh..cut,"

Niffty giggled. "How was that?"

"Niffty, sweetie, you have to actually say the line," Y/N explained. "Let's try this again."

"Okay!"

"Action,"

Niffty's face went blank again, making Y/N pinch the bridge of her nose in frustration.

"You're doing great, Vagina," Angel whispered.

"Cut!" Vaggie snarled.

"Okay, um," Y/N mumbled. "Maybe we can fix it in post."

"Do you even know what that means?" Angel asked.

"Yes, I know what it means!" Y/N snapped.

"Uh-huh," Angel said.

Before Y/N and Vaggie looked at the tape, Y/N decided that she needed another drink.

It was her fifth drink that day.

"Y'know, you should really slow down," Husk said, pouring her some whiskey.

"Slow down on what exactly?" Y/N snarked.

"This whole thing your doin'," Husk grumbled. "Tryin' to please everyone. You're just gonna exhaust yourself."

"It's kinda my job to make sure everyone here is happy," Y/N sipped on her drink. "Besides, it's for Charlie, so I don't care what happens to me in the process."

"You should," Husk said. "That kind of shit is important."

"Maybe to other people, but not to me," Y/N mumbled. "I stopped caring about what happens to me a long time ago."

"Hm, been there," Husk murmured.

It was silent for a moment, Husk looking down and Y/N drinking her whiskey.

"I should probably get back to Vaggie," Y/N got up. "Thanks for the drink, and the advice."

"Uh-huh, anytime," Husk said, pouring himself a drink.

Y/N smiled to herself and walked off.

Y/N and Vaggie sat in the living room, watching the footage they recorded on the TV.

"This was the worst idea I've ever had," Y/N cringed.

Vaggie groaned in agreement.

"Seems like you two are having a bit of trouble there, hm?" said a voice suddenly.

"Ugh, este pendejo...why are you even here?" Vaggie said.

"For the entertainment," Alastor said, sitting down next to Y/N, making her scoot away. "I came here because I love seeing wasteful souls struggle to accomplish something meaningful and fail spectacularly. Like you two are doing now!"

"Good job!"

Y/N picked up the camera and began recording. "Here's Alastor, a pompous piece of shit who-"

The video camera started to glitch and spark, making Y/N gasp and drop it.

"I wouldn't try that my dear," Alastor said sinisterly. "This face was made for radio!"

Y/N scoffed, not at all phased by him.

"That's it! I don't give a fuck who you are. If you're staying here, you're going to help. Because it won't be so 'entertaining' to watch over an empty hotel will it, asshole?"

"Fair enough," Alastor said. "I'll tell you what! Let's make a deal."

Vaggie laughed sarcastically. "Do you think we're that stupid? Making a deal with a demon like you?"

"Not for your souls, just a simple deal," Alastor replied. "I do this for you two, and you never ask me to engage with this frivolous television technology ever again!"

Y/N contemplated her what she would say.

"Or...Charlie can come back to absolutely nothing!" Alastor said smugly. "The choice is entirely up to you two."

Y/N sighed. "Fine. Vaggie?"

Vaggie nodded her head in agreeement.

Alastor took the video camera, making is disappear in a swirl of green smoke.

"Now then," he said, snapping his fingers.

Suddenly, movie cameras and lights appeared, shadow demons were behind the cameras. Everybody's outfit changed into something more like Alastor's taste, which was obviously from the 1930's.

Y/N stared at her outfit in delight, quite liking how it looked on her.

"Alright everyone!" Y/N exclaimed. "Let's make a fucking commercial!"

Vaggie and Y/N waited by the front door, while everybody else was sitting in front od the TV.

Finally, they heard the door open.

"Charlie!" Vaggie said, running up to her and hugging her.

Y/N automatically knew something was wrong when she saw the look on Charlie's face.

"How did it go?" Y/N asked. "Did they listen?"

"Oh, uhhh," Charlie listened. "They sure did...hear it! But, um..."

"Oh! Come here," Vaggie interrupted, grabbing Charlie's arm. "We have something exciting to show you."

Y/N followed behind as Vaggie pulled Charlie over to the couch.

"Alastor pulled some strings and it's about to air," Vaggie said, as Y/N stood next to Niffty.

"I pulled a few limbs too!" Alastor laughed.

"Wait, the commercial?" Charlie asked. "You all made a new one?"

"It was Y/N's idea," Vaggie said.

Charlie looked over at Y/N with the brightest expression on her face.

"Oh, don't give me all the credit," Y/N blushed.

"It was one of my better performances, if I do say so myself," Angel said.

"That's...that's amazing!" Charlie said, tears in her eyes.

"Shh, it's starting!" Angel said.

"Welcome to the Hazbin Hot-" Y/N said on the TV before it got interrupted by a news broadcast.

"Are you fucking serious?" Y/N angrily shouted.

Everyone else besides Husk and Alastor had the same reaction as her.

Besides Niffty, of course, she was laughing happily and clapping.

"Breaking news in Hell today!" Katie Killjoy said. "We have just received word from the Heaven Embassy that the next extermination is sooner than ever before."

Y/N's eyes widened in fear and disbelief.

"Do you know what that means, Tom?" Katie asked.

"No. What does it mean Katie?" Tom Trench replied.

"It means we're all royally fucked!" Katie said, climbing up onto the news table, her neck bending in a scary way.

The next show on the TV showed the extermination countdown going from three hundred fifty eight days down to one hundred seventy six days.

"Wait...what? Why!?" Angel asked in disbelief.

"This has to be some sort of sick joke," Y/N muttered in fear. "It has to be."

Everyone in the room (beside Niffty) all had a panicked look on their face.

They were all thinkin the same thing.

"We are literally going to die,"

IM SORRY THAT IS TOOK ME SO LONG TO UPLOAD

MY AMAZON PRIME LOGGED ME OUT AND IVE BEEN REALLY BUSY WITH MOVING IN AND PACKING

thank you for everyone who stayed patient :)

stay safe and drink lots of water <33

xoxo, Izzy

Taglist 💃

@mysticwitchcraftco @diffidentphantom @wendigonamecaller @barrythestrawberry041 @jx3-xd

@froggybich

[obsidiancreates]

From Regular Wednesday To Regular Whimsday

(I still haven't watched past 41 in OUAW, I keep just restarting it, so for the OUAW gang this is just some unspecified time in the swamps of Hither.)

It starts with Witchlight, of course. A patch of mushrooms, a mysterious artifact that could reportedly "open doors to new worlds of possibilities", and the whims of a 20 year old with ADHD and the ability to write whatever the fuck xey want.

And so the artifact shatters in the patch of Witchlight, and Carnival LeCroux find themselves faced with six deeply confused, highly concerned, and bafflingly identical humans.

"Well this is diffrrrent," Torbek says, scratching his head. "Isn't it usually uuus who Witchlight messeees withhh?"

"Must've been that orb thing!" Kremy searches the mud below them by poking his cane around in it.

"Roman, what is this?" The human in the dark shirt and blue-striped tie asks the one in the white-and-red royal-like getup.

"Don't look at me." Roman points at a human with a similar but more elaborate outfit of green and black. "Whatever this horrid imagining is, it must be Remus!"

"Oh, thank you, brother, it is horrible here! But, I didn't do it! Maybe good ol' Daddo did? He's been a frog before, frogs, swamps-"

"Please, Patton would never bring us somewhere this gr-oss!"

"And I really only looked like that because we were talkin' about Frogger." The human in the lighter blue shirt with the gray covering tied around his neck says, wincing a little and adjusting his glasses. "Virgil? Do you know where we are, kiddo?"

"No." The human in the patchwork purple and black hoodie is tense, ready for either fight or flight (probably flight, based on his general vibe). He looks around, eyeing Carnival Lecroux. "And those guys seem way too active to be any imaginary constructs. ... I told you guys we shouldn't have let Janus convince Thomas to have another glass of wine tonight! We're probably in some... weird nightmare because of it!"

"Oh, blaming me, what a surprise." The final human- well, maybe not. While most of him looks human, half of his face is covered with scales. His cheek has a natural slit implying an ability to unhinge his jaw quite wide but only on that side (so he probably can't actually, because his other cheek would be completely screwed if he tried), and his eye is bright yellow with a slitted pupil.

"Slit pupil means he's venomous," Frost warns his friends. "Right, Gricko?"

"Oh, yeah, yeah. I've never seen a snake-folk before, though, actually."

"He's barely a reptile-folk at all!" Kremy points at the kind of-human. "Either fuckin' commit or don't!"

"Oh, okay, gettin' some strong language here! Let's uh, elt's tone that down, how about, huh?" Patton looks at Remus. "Kinda leaning towards this being you, now."

"What, like I'm the only one who swears between us?! Ro-bro here-" Remus slings an arm around his brother, who quickly shoves it off. "-is the one who came up with Bitchmas!"

"I was in a heated debate! I'm just very passionate!"

"You're a potty-mouth! Even more than me!"

"I have to disagree, Remus. Your deodorant alone is all the evidence I need to contradict you."

"Mmm, but does contradicting me really matter if no-one cares to pay attention, Logan?"

"Oooooh, they've got drama." Twig climbs down from Gideon's shoulders. "This is just like those trashy major images!"

"We are not trashy!" Roman looks at his brother. "Well, most of us are not trashy. And we are not from some... major image!"

"Roman, I don't know that you need to justify us to the imaginary child."

"I'm not a child! I'm a Twig!"

"As in your name?"

"Yeah!"

"Then those are not mutually exclusive concepts."

"Alright, alright, enough of all this!" Kremy points at Logan with his cane. "Y'all explain yourselves right now so we can get a fuckin' move on!"

"Boy, lotta f-bombs being thrown around by this guy." Patton plays with the sleeves of the hoodie around his neck.

"Why would I explain? The only possibility is this is happening within Thomas's mind, so I see no reason to-"

"OH, GREAT FLYNN RIDER'S SMOLDER! Logan, there is another possibility! A whimsical, fantastical, impossible possibility!"

"That... is already a contradiction within itself."

"We... have been TRANSPORTED TO ANOTHER WORLD!" Roman strikes a pose, one arm aloft in the air and the other held close t his chest as he gazes up into the sky.

"That is absolutely impossible."

"Uh... I dunno." Virgil looks down at the mud and swamp ooze clinging to his boots and pants. "I do feel... weirdly solid, right now."

"Yes! Some kind of incredible magic has taken us OUT OF THE REALM OF PRETEND and into a true fairytale!" Roman's eyes positively sparkle.

"First of all, magic does not exist."

The entire Carnival Crew look at each other. These people are either completely insane, or from what sounds like the worst world ever. No magic is like no stones for building, no wood for burning, no air for breathing.

Logan continues. "Second of all, if we have been somehow transported, beyond all possibility and the very logic that makes up my being, where is Thomas?"

Gideon puffs on his cigar. "Quit talkin' between yerselves! Just answer Kremy's fuckin' question, man!"

"The... alligator-man did not ask a question. He told us to explain ourselves."

"Oh-ho my gods! He's worse than Frost!"

Frost doesn't show if he's offended or not. He simply goes, "Mmm."

"I don't care what you say, Logan-"

"Not new information to me."

"-I am going to treat this as a grand magical adventure! Clearly we have been taken away to a world of magic and monstrosities to fulfill some grand quest, and these uh... strange creatures, are the proverbial tutorial for our journey!"

Gideon leans down to Kremy's ear. "Can I punch 'im?"

"Not yet, Gid. But probably later."

"Mmph, fine."

Roman points at the other party. "My good sirs! We are the Sanders Sides, a group of uh- what's the word you use, Logan?"

"Fine, I shall play along until a reasoning more aligned with myself is presented by someone who will actually be listened to. The word I use is Metaphysical, it simply means not actually physical beings."

"Yes! Metaphysical adventurers from another world!"

Frost leans in, intrigued. "What exactly do you mean, you aren't actually physical beings?"

Logan speaks before Roman can give his own explanation- likely for the best, as the words 'Well, nerd,' were clearly to be Roman's next input to the conversation. Logan, instead, matches the energy of Frost with his clear explanation.

"Well, to put it simply we are personifications of various aspects of Thomas's personality and mental processes. Our main function, and reason for existence, is often to externalize an issue that would normally be resolved through an internal examination and investigation."

"Wow, that's uh- that's really quite interesting. And yet you all take on these uh, these-these roles, and personalities, beyond your intended representations?"

"Yes, and the... severity, of these individualizations has increased drastically over the years."

"So you've had a-a growth cycle! You've developed your minds to contain intricacies and um, and greater depth of character, literally."

"Well- yes, I suppose that is not an inaccurate way of stating it, but again we are not individuals. We are not actually capable of fulfilling many of the requirements considered for actual-"

"OH MY GOSHHHHH!" As Patton cuts Logan off with a joyous scream, Logan's huff of indignation goes unnoticed by all but the fascinated Frost. Instead, all attention turns to the creature who has stepped out of the bushes. Giant round eyes, soft and fluffy fur-feathers, a little beat that the leg of a frog is quickly swallowed into.

"I'm going to cry," Patton breathes, hands clasped up by his mouth.

Logan clears his throat and adjusts his glasses. "It is a very adorable creature. And apparently docile, which I assume means it's with these people."

"OH, of course she is!" Gricko throws himself at the adorable owlbear, clinging to her neck with a hug as she muzzles her face into his. "This is my daughter Hootsie, Hootsie T. Cutesie-Grimgrin!"

"Don't you mean pet?"

Gricko looks at Logan with horror. "No! She's my daughter, and a very bright little girl, oooooh Hootsie, he didn't mean it, they must not have adoption in whatever world he's from."

"What? Of course we understand the concept of adoption, but-"

"Well y'all said you ain't got magic where you're from, so it ain't too unreasonable to assume you're lackin' a buncha other stuff as well!" Kremy gestures at Logan with the ground-end of his cane, flinging swamp muck onto the human's shirt.

Logan sets his jaw and looks Kremy in the eyes while flicking the muck off. "Our world lacking in nonsensical magic does not mean it lacks basic concepts such as adoption. I was proposing a correction because, while it is clear anthropomorphic animal-human hybrids are a normalcy here, that... is just a bear with an owl face."

"Hey! You keep shit-talkin' our niece, I'm gonna punch you right in the body!"

"I am not-"

"AWWWWW, you guys think of each other as family?"

Kremy taps the eyehole if his skull cane topper. "Well, I dunno if-"

"Hell yeah we're a family!" Gideon grabs Hootsie, and by extension Gricko, and holds them both in a hug. "Been travellin' together so fuckin' long an' know so much about each other, what else could we be?"

"I mean we could be a group or uh-"

"Ooooooh, but Mr. Kremyyyyyy, Torbek thinks of you all as faaamily."

The screams of the entire collective, Sides and Carnival alike, could deafen someone unused to either party. Twig and Roman especially.

"Oh-ho, geez, man! We forgot you were here!" Gideon thumps Torbek on the back. "You gotta stop doin' that!"

"He does that a lot?!" Vigril, adrenaline leaving him, drops out of his pose to bolt and sinks deep into his hoodie. The words come out more like spittle, forcing their way through gritted teeth.

"Ooooh, Torbek doesn't mean to. People just forget Torbek exists."

"That's not a terrifying notion at all." Janus keeps his cane hoisted up and arm cocked for a swing, just in case. "There's nothing alarming about a seven foot tall glowing monster who can completely vanish from notice without even trying."

"I knew he was still here!" Remus twirls his morningstar and walks over to Torbek, burying his face in Torbek's closest patch of fur and taking a deep sniff. "You reek! It is delightful!"

"Oooooh- huh? Wait, reeeeally? You find Torbek deliiightfuuul?"

"Oh, abso-lutely! What is that smell, I have never whiffed it before! Is it your deodorant? What flavor is it called?!"

"Uuuuuuh, what's deodorannnt?"

Remus blinks up at Torbek with a grin absolutely carved into his face. "You're going to be my new best friend. Sorry Janus!"

"I don't care at all." Janus examines his "fingernails", despite the presence of his gloves. "The title means nothing to me."

"You love me!" Remus begins to literally climb Torbek. "Now let me see these glowing drug implants! This place is a wealth of new ideas!"

"Please do not encourage my brother," Roman says with a look of disgust.

"We ain't, I think he's just encouragin' himself. And trust us, we've tried makin' Torbek a little more presentable."

"Yeah! When he was all tiny in my inn, he got a nice bath and makeover! But it got ruined as soon as he fell out." Twig holds up her tiny satchel-sized inn for Roman to see.

"Your- oh, look at that! Now that is the kind of whimsy and fantastical magic I was looking for!"

"Speaking of looking, let's look for a way home." Virgil is no longer quite so pressed into his hoodie, but the hood is still up over his head. "What is Thomas going through right now? You guys said when I ducked out, things got bad. Now we're all gone!"

"Oh, sweet Tatiana's beignets, he's right! Thomas could be in serious peril!"

"That's assuming our roles as facets of his personality still apply to us at this moment. Given that we have physical forms-"

Remus's head snaps around and he shouts, "You're all aware of your own breathing!"

Everyone splutters and gasps and makes general noises of upset as suddenly Breathing becomes a conscious effort.

"And we've all got heartbeats!" Remus giggles and claps his hands as even more displeasure rings out, and he simply turns back to trying to part Torbek's fur around the implants and see the scars. Torbek shifts uncomfortably, but his ear twitches and his eyes glaze with a bit of relief- Remus is unintentionally helping scratch a few itches and clean some gunk from Torbek's fur.

Virgil has his hand over his heart. "Is mine supposed to be racing this much?"

"Well, everyone has a different resting heart rate, Virgil. Allow me to- oh my goodness. Ahem. No, that is likely because your, well, you, has spiked with Remus's comments."

"Hhhnnnnggg..."

"Okay, Virgil, now would be the time to utilize those breathing exercises you've taught Thomas."

"Little easier to say than do, Logan!"

"Well, simply try."

"Yes, and if the racing nature of your heart causes you other health problems, Gricko may be able to help." Frost gestures at the goblin who, when Torbek had frightened everyone, had dropped from Hootsie's neck and landed head-first in the soft muck of the swamp. Gricko puts up a single thumbs-up, still quite stuck and dazed, though his nose peeks out just enough for him to breath without worry of suffocation.

Logan blinks. "He, is your doctor?"

"Not exactly, he is uh- let me pull him out, actually, he may want to correct you."

Frost does not move to pull Gricko up- but up Gricko comes anyway, a shhhhhplop! following some invisible force yanking him from the mud.

"Oh, thank you, Frosty," Gricko says, his voice becoming mumbled and somewhat slurred at the last word. "Anyway! Um, yes, I am not exactly a doctor, I am a druid. I can help with some basics healings but not everything."

"Like Torbek's various raaashes."

"Ooooh, you have rashes? Where?!"

"Remus, you will get rashes if you touch them," Janus says, reaching up with his cane and swiftly pulling Remus down to the ground. "Having a real body means you can actually get diseases now."

"Oh, Janny, you're saying that like it's a bad thing!"

"Which means real, symptoms? Including things like death?"

"I still don't see the issue here."

"Okay. Does anyone have a leash?"

"Ooooooh, yes, please."

"Eugh."

[dickarchivist]

Good moooorning! I’m back for another request! (When the muse strikes and absolutely no pressure!)

I was think a first kiss prompt of…

"are we about to kiss right now?" "you are not serious."

With Phantom? It feels very him. Possibly in his POV (but reader POV is perf too) 🥰

Thank you for the beautiful ask my beloved Piña ♡♡

Fish Out of Water

Clone oc Phantom (pov) X fem reader (dancer)

Word count: 1380

Rating: T because of the brothel/strip club, but nothing over the top happens (expect kisses, and the most awkward boner Phantom's ever had.) As always, Minors DNI 🔞

Prompt: First Kiss prompt list: "are we about to kiss right now?" "you are not serious."

Contents and Warnings: second hand embarrassment might smack you but that's it really

Summary: Phantom falls hard for you, but he knows the rules. Don't touch what you haven't paid for, don't kiss what isn't yours. Oh what he'd do for just one kiss...

Author's Notes: PHANTOM POINT OF VIEEEEW!!!! We all think he's a fuck boi, well buckle up buttercup, you're in for a ride!!!

I hate this place. It's loud, smells like cheap booze, vomit, and too much cologne and perfume. I don't know how you can stand it, I really don't. But you're here, and for you, I think I'd do anything.

The way you move, how the light hits your skin, I can understand why you're a fan favorite. I'd never tell you this, it'd probably get me laughed out of the club, but it's like watching a fish swim in crystal clear waters... your motions are so natural, so fluid, the shimmer of glitter on you like scales catching the light. Kriff I wish you'd let me kiss you, but I know your rule... you don't kiss clients.

"Oh, Mister Missing Number himself~ Nice to see you again, Phantom~" the way you say my name makes my heart ache. When you sit down in my lap, it takes everything not to reach up and touch you. "What brings you in today? Don't you have some big bad mission to get along to?"

It's dirty talk, used to rile me up. It works, it always does. You grind in my lap until I'm hard then I pay my credits to have a single second to pretend you're mine in the back rooms. I know I'm not the only person you do this to, not the only clone for sure. I've heard others say your name before, so why... why do I think I'm special to you?

I'm not. I'm always second best.

"We leave day after tomorrow. I... I just wanted to see you again before I left." Stars you're beautiful... please, just sit here for a second, just be with me, don't start your little dance, don't make this end, please.

"Mmm, any plans for tomorrow big boy? I imagine being a soldier has a lot of demand, but surely you can have a little fun, right?" You start to move on me, and I can't help myself.

I grab your hips, making you stop, and for a second I regret it, the look on your face was is so fearful. Please let this work... "Go out with me tomorrow."

"What?" The shocked humor in your laugh makes me feel so small, ashamed of even thinking you'd- "You'd really go out with me? Honey, you know what I do for a living... you'd want to get to know me?"

Your words echo my thoughts, and it hurts to see that. To know that feeling. No one's first choice. I want to make you my last choice, the one I stay with.

"Please... if you don't like me, I get it, no harm and I'll just go. But, well," I feel like a Shiny fresh off the line with how nervous I am, "You're wonderful. I enjoy being around you, I want to know you. Really know you. Go out with me tomorrow."

"Okay..." you don't look sure, like maybe you're waiting for me to pull the rug out from under you, laugh in your face. I want to destroy the people who came before me that made you feel small like that. Your hands lay flat on my chest, I want to hold you closer but I know the rules. I shouldn't even be holding you now. "You sure about this Phantom? It's not just this talkin?"

When your hips dip low against mine, I groan. I've never been so embarrassed about being hard around you. I let go of your hips and help you off my lap, crossing my legs as soon as you're up, "What time should I pick you up?"

Kriff I want to run away. Hide, do anything else, just stop you from seeing me embarrassed like this. You hold your hand under my chin to have me look up at you, giggling a little, "Cute..." okay. I'm handsome. But I'll take cute in this situation. "Why don't you pick me up from my flat around noon? We can have an early date before work, and you can rest well before you have to leave. Sounds good?"

"Sounds perfect," your smile is so genuine and hopeful, and my dick is a traitor, making me squirm under your gaze. I fidget as you punch in your flat number and comm channel into my commlink, and then I snatch it quick, "sorry, uh... excuse me, I have... this. To fix. I'll call you tomorrow when I'm on my way, alright? Tomorrow."

"Tomorrow~"

I think about you the rest of the night...

×××××××××××××

"Hey, I'm almost there, you ready?"

"Yep~" the honey in your voice makes me swoon. "Hopefully you recognize me with more clothes on." I could listen to that giggle of yours for hours.

You're in red and gold when I get there, and I'm already blushing. My colors, you're in my colors, like you belong to me. Maybe I'm not crazy, maybe you really do like me.

It's hard to find a park on this technological wasteland of a plant the jedi call home, but not unheard of. Specter found it first, truth be told, heard a bird singing and followed it for hours before it finally went home. I'm not gonna tell you that, though. It'd be nice if you thought I found it just for you, so we'll keep it that way. By the way your eyes shine, I take this is your first time seeing the little patch of green.

"How'd you find this place?" Shit.

"Oh. Uh..." what do I do? I'm not gonna lie to you, but 'my big brother found it for me' sounds so lame, you'd probably laugh and leave me there. Kriff, you're staring at me now, okay, um- truth it is, stars please don't laugh, "My brother, he told me about it. Said he followed a bird here once."

"That's so sweet. It special, you know, there's not a lot of green on Courascant. Not like home, it's green there year round."

"Kamino's all water, if you can believe that. Different here for me too. Where are you from?"

Before I know it, it's dark. We've eaten all the food Ghost made for our date, plus the ration bars I had in my pack. I've learned so much about you, I think it's safe to say I'm well versed. I feel your weight in my side, and I put my arm around you. This feels natural, feels right... like a fish swimming in water.

My eyes flick to your lips, and tug into a coy little smile as you lean forward toward me. Wait. Wait no way! "Are we about to kiss right now?"

"You are not serious," Your laugh makes me feel small again, that same shock and awe creeping into your laugh.

Your hands go to my face and pulling me closer until I can taste your chapstick on my tongue.

Oh wow... this feels better than any session I've paid for. I hold your cheek, the other hand on your waist, pulling you closer until you take matters into your own hands and sit on my lap. You pull your lips away from mine and I whine, which makes you giggle more, "Well? Every you hoped?"

"I didn't... but you don't kiss clients, why'd you kiss me?"

You bite your lip, carding your hands through my hair with a small sigh, "I don't think you can be my client anymore Phantom."

My heart's in my ass. It fell so fast I'm surprised I didn't die on spot. "I don't want to stop seeing you, please... I won't bother you like this again, just ple-"

You're... kissing me again? I don't know why, but I do like it. When you pull away this time, it's not very far before you whisper, "I kiss my boyfriend, but never a client."

"Boyfriend... me?" Really? Really really? Please, don't toy with me, don't laugh in my face at the hope in my eyes.

But you don't. You lean up and kiss me again, giving me a peppering of them all over my face. It tickles, lights me ablaze with blushing heat, and for once I don't have to hold back. My arms go around you and I hug you tight, laughing with joy, "I'll take it as a yes!"

[claire-elvisgirl]

ALMOST ALWAYS TRUE - pt. 1

2-part story inspired by an ai chat. Rough and possessive Elvis.

Summary: You argue with Elvis because you want to go on tour with him. He puts you back in your place.

Warnings: 18+, anger, angst, involuntary cheating, arguing, jealousy, possession.

Word count: 1433

*

You’ve been one of his closest friends for three years, then Elvis finally asked you to be his girlfriend. You accepted with all the joy your heart could feel, dreaming a wonderful life with him. But things turned out to be a little different: you were together and you loved each other very much, but you had a big problem with your tempers. Both of you had the flaw to lose patience in a few seconds and that was a thing that no one of you could stand. One evening you were fixing his stuff, since the following day he would have left for another tour. You heard the door opening and you heard his voice: “Y/n!? Y/n where are ya?”

“I'm in bedroom honey.”

“Mmm, interesting place…" he replied standing on the door and looking at you.

“Veeery funny! I'm getting your things ready for tomorrow!” you said, folding one of his shirts.

“Oh, sweetheart. You're always thinking about me, aren'tcha?” he entered the room and hugged you from back, tracing many little kisses on your neck.

You giggled and tried to remain calm: "Well, it's part of my job!”

He kept on kissing your neck, softly caressing your shoulders. “And what a wonderful job you do!” Suddenly he stopped and went to the window, looking outside.

“Y'know, I've been thinkin'…I've been missin' ya somethin' awful. I've been on the road for what feels like forever now! So I was thinking...” he came back to you “Maybe I should bring ya with me this time!”

You stopped and looked at him. He never wanted you on tour with him before, so his request caught you by surprise.

“Are you serious? You never wanted me around...” you asked, keeping on settle his things.

He smiled as he grabs your hands: “Sure, why not? Look, I know sometimes we had our ups and downs, but you know what they say: distance makes the heart grow fonder.”

You looked down and think. Then you walked up to him and looked him straight in the eyes.

“I'll come on one condition: that you stop being so jealous and possessive!”

He rolled his eyes up, annoyed: “Oh God, not this shit again!!! Listen y/n, ya know I gotta watch out for ya. And don't act like ya don't know what I'm talkin' about! And on second thought, maybe it’s better for you to stay here!” He sat on the bed, trying to stay calm.

You threw him his shirt angrily: “I knew it! You always leave me here alone! Just for once, why can't you take me with you?”

“For what? So you can flirt and giggle like a slut with the guys whenever I’m not around?!”

You couldn't believe your ears. He never talked you that way before. You got more nervous: “How dare you...??? You always leave me with your friends while you're on stage and now you're trying to blame me if they step out of line!?” you asked pointing your finger at him.

He was getting nervous too: “Hey now, wait a minute! I let ya stay with the guys, cause I'd never think they would, you know...bother you or anything! They know pretty well they have to stay away from my property!”

You looked back at him sadly. “I know why you don't want me around...it’s not for me. It’s for you, so you can be free to do what you want! Is that right??”

He came closer and tried to hug you. “But, sweetheart, ya don't need to worry 'bout that, ya hear? I ain't never gonna give my heart to anyone else but you!”. Elvis started to kiss you, but you pushed him away.

He was getting more nervous: “Look y/n, I ain't had a woman in my bed but you, and you know that damn well. Ain't no way I'm gonna be with another woman now that I have you!”

You turned to him in anger: “The hell you got me! I'm tired of being here alone, I want to come with you!”

He raised his voice: “Now listen here, you're gettin' hysterical again...and ya know how I hate that!”

You knew things were starting to get hardly to bare for both of you and tried to calm down. You looked away: “Well...then what are you still doing with a pain in the ass like me??”

He came back to you, lowering his voice a little: “I ain't sayin' you're a pain in the ass, y/n. It's just that, damn, you're always so dramatic and upset about anything!”

You put your hand on his shoulders: “That's because I care about you and I'm sure another woman in my place, would have already left you!!”

He gets angry again and raised his voice louder, making the walls tremble. “Hell with the other women, I’m with you! There ain't no other girl in the whole damn world that I'm interested in. But goddamn, girl, you gotta loosen up a little!!”

“I'm just saying what what I feel!”

He kept on arguing: “Yeah, you've been "sayin' how you feel" since the day we met. And you never stop complainin' about this and complainin' about that and I'm sick and tired of it! Now shut the hell up y/n if ya know what's good for ya!!” he grabbed an ashtray and smashed it on the floor.

You looked at him mouth-opened: “Don't talk to me that way mr. Presley!!!!!!”

He grabbed your arm and yelled: “ I told you to keep your goddamn mouth shut, y/n. I ain't playin' with ya. Get ya ass on that bed and wait for me. I’ll be back when I am. I need to calm down!”

You were shocked by his reaction, but you tried to talk in a softer way: “We're a couple Elvis! Both of us have to behave! Not just me!”

He sat on the bed and breathed slowly: “Okay, okay, I’ll try to stay calm, but why does everything always gotta be such a damn struggle with ya?? Do we really need all this drama?”

You turned to him with fury eyes: “The day I won't be doing it anymore...start worrying!”

He stopped for a moment and looked at you in silence. Then he came to you and grabbed your face in his hands: “Oh, damn honey, that's what I love about you: you always find some clever way to turn anything I say around on me. You're a smart girl, but that damn tongue of yours is gonna get you in trouble one day!!”

You took his hands off your face, still nervous: “Oh don't you worry, I know how to defend myself!”

“Damn right you can, I know that very well, but you gotta admit that sometimes you really get on my nerves!!! Sometimes I’m a little afraid of that tongue of yours!!!”

You didn't look at him: “I know you are...and you better be!”

He stood still for a second, then he came closer and put his hands on your waist: “Ya know, I've never met a woman as strong as you before!”

You smiled sweetly at him: “I hope so, but you know what the problem is? We're two hard-headed children!!”

He looked at you and laughed: “You better believe it! But, at least we admit it. Now, I better go rehearse for the show tonight so…if you don't mind...” he let you go and headed for the door.

You suddenly felt him very strange and distant, so you turned your back. “I don't mind at all! Go and have fun. When you're gonna come back?”

He stood on the door: “Not till late, don't stay up waiting for me…” his voice turned suddenly threatening. “But you better be here when I get back!!”

He left the room and you remained alone again. You loved him, but when he acted that way you couldn't stand him, so you thought of having a night out, to relax and push away those bad moments from your mind. You would have come back before him, he would never know. You took your phone and called your best friend: “Cindy!? It's y/n, please tell me you don't have anything in store for tonight!” Cindy sighed: “Let me guess, Elvis again? What happened this time?”

“Cindy please, I’ll explain to you later, come pick me up as soon as you can!”.

“Okay sugar…I’m coming.”

“Thank you".

You hang up and went to sit on the bed. You looked at the picture of you and Elvis on the night table and you turned it aside.

“This is not the end, believe me!”

*

[kolour-me-kourt]

Chapter six: Baller to Baller

Her door flies open......

"Oh so I'm stupid? Where the fuck you been" he snatched her into the room roughly making her smile. "Oh my gosh Melo are you serious right now?" "I asked you a question first what are you doing" currently she was silently thanking God that Jayson refused to come up. "Trying to figure out what your issue is."She looked him up and down "My issue is you ignoring my messages and calls you really this upset that I didn't come earlier so the first thing you do is hop on another nba player?"

"First of all watch your mouth you upset me yeah but you always do and I don't always end up with another man I went out with a friend and we just happened to run into him that's all....if you were so busy why couldn't I spend my time with someone else?" "you did more than spend time your lipstick is smeared" she rolled her eyes "first of I was eating and drinking out of a straw don't play with me and I thought your bitch was here that's why you couldn't be bothered with me right?" "yeah she surprised me so what?" "So why tf you here?! And why did I have to figure out from her Instagram page why not just tell me instead of being a dick" "don't flip this on me" "I'm not I'm just asking the questions you wouldn't answer earlier" "so you didn't fuck that nigga?" "It's not your business" "did you or did you not YN I'm not playing with yo ass" he slightly raised his voice she smiled Between Lamelo and Jayson she was so horny it was too many feelings inside of her at this moment

"nah I didn't but I should've because I was thinking about it the whole night" he balled up his fist thinking about punching the wall but then he stopped himself calming down "ight dawg you a dub" "oh am I?" "Yeah you are" "you asked a question and I'm being honest." "That's true..." "exactly" "so what you in love with that nigga?" "I literally just met him tonight!!" he started walking close to her which cause her to continued walking back until her ass hit the wall.

"Hmmmm what am I gonna do with you?" He was clearly turned on she could really do no wrong to him She bit her lip "I know what I wanted but I'm sure that hoe has been all over you so I don't want that no more" He laughed "I don told you bout talkin bout her" he towered over her making her feel soft and vulnerable.

"This is my mouth I do as I please" "yeah alright mhm" he says blowing her off and kissing her lips quickly she couldn't help but think about the passionate kiss she had just shared with Jayson... that kissed transformed her this one was just .... Cute.

Probably because she just wasn't into it and did Melo even care about her atp she had no clue "mmm you didn't like that one huh?" He asked her reading her face cause one thing about YN is if her mouth doesn't say it her face surely will

"....Where those lips been? I know you've kissed her" "I took a shower before I came here im not nasty I wouldn't double dip like that" "so you fucked her?" "Why does it matter" "that means yes😂" "I didn't though" "alright you get a cookie🥱" she says sarcastically. He leans in kissing her again he grabs the back of her head gently making sure to kisses her aggressively with passion just like she likes his hand fell to her ass squeezing tightly she wishes his fingers would just brush pass her pussy just a little bit to relieve some of the pressure it started to get heated and then....

His phone starts to ring and there it goes.... Reality setting in ... it was her. YN rolled her eyes he pulled away slowly and then answered which made her even more mad this was her time!)

"Where are you I got out the shower and you was gone?" "I just left I ran to the store real quick I'll be back soon" "oh okay... get me a snack or something I haven't had anything to eat" "alright I will" "I love youuuuu" "love you too" she hangs up

YN starts laughing hysterically mostly out of hurt and anger. "I love youuuuuu" she mocks her "stop." "Nah I don't think I will howeverrrrr it's time for you to go isn't that what she was saying? Mommies calling for you" he smirked

"she gotta leave right after the game tomorrow so next time I come to this room you better be naked and waiting for me we not doing this arguing shit ... and stay away from that Nigga!" he says and then walks out of the door. She locks it and grabs her phone

"I'm home new friend I hope you rest well" "good glad you made it safe ... sweet dreams"

He love reacted to her message Jayson already cared about her more it was obvious she should drop Melo but why was it is hard too

One things for sure YN wasn't gonna let Jayson go so easily like she did Lorenzo. If Melo didn't hold up his end of the relationship why should she? When she was available his girlfriend was over shadowing her it seems. But now YN was ready to play the game and win a championship ring...... no play ins

*****Game day*****

She made it a point to look nice today because she was going to be seeing both Jayson and Melo. She dressed cute but casual dragging her close friend with her to sit on Melos side. "Who you think will win tonight?" YN asked her friend while looking over her shades. "Probably the Celtics" YN laughed "damn should we be seating on this side then?" "Hell no but the tickets cheaper over here" she said quietly in here ear "In all seriousness this will be a hella of a game they play hard against each other" she knew Melo might have a personal reason for going so hard since Jayson was out with her last night.

            ********after the game********

The game ended with Melo getting deep into foul trouble he got a technical foul and a flagrant foul he was close to getting fouled out of the game but it was all for a good reason because they won. The game was extra long because it went into double overtime the Celtics clearly started to get tired and it resorted in them taking a L today but they'll be back stronger than ever. One might say it was because two of their star players were out partying last night but 🤷🏾‍♀️🤷🏾‍♀️ who are we to judge.

Anyway YN had dropped her friend off and went straight back to her hotel room packing her things up because she'll be leaving in the morning as she started to get into a rhythm Melo came in trying to kiss on her and she loved it he was always so affectionate when he had the time to be. "I was on fire today straight up killed yo man.... You sure that's what you want?" he grabs her ass hard walking her into the room closer to the bed she moans and her phone vibrates she glances at her watch to read the message and it says....

"Not my best work but come to the game tomorrow and sit on my side I bet I'll win" she smiled at the timing of his message and then slowly pulled away from Melo.... She could potentially have a future with Jayson so now she needs to know if she could have one with Melo. "We should talk...." "Yeah I know you were supposed to be naked you trippin" he joked she shook her head no "where is this going? Will You ever break up with her? Am I forever banned into the shadows? Just lmk" "I'm not breaking up with my girl...." he said in a annoyed tone She bit her lip at least he's honest "can I ask why you want me then... if she doesn't satisfy you and you need me then why do you need her?"

"I don't need anybody! but that's my girl I'm not leaving her just because I like fuckin you and crackin jokes with you" "so I'm just a good time?" "Yeah I thought you been cool with that" "I have been until you started to pretend that this was also a relationship" "how?" "The lines have been blurred for a long time anytime a dude texts me you're worried but especially with You blowing my phone up because I'm out with another guy is boyfriend shit you expect loyalty when you're literally being unfaithful to your girl with me and maybe she doesn't even deserve that I think at first I enjoyed the thrill and the ride of it all but I'm not side chick material and even still I might've been okay if you even said you had some feelings for me or give a fuck about me but you don't and I appreciate you being honest because it makes this easier ..... ima have to bow out gracefully I hope you understand" he smirked

"Oh So what you done?" "Yeah that's what all that meant if you listened to me" he laughed "so you were just fuckin me because of who I am" "Don't do that shit with me my Nigga im actually attracted to you inside and out but it's clear I like you more than you like me but guess what I love myself more than anybody else and I can't allow you to play in my face ... not anymore so yeah im done" he bends down and kisses her forehead

"alright I can't sit here and act like I don't understand.... I understand it's probably for the best anyway this could've got dangerous" she nodded her head "true" "ight see you around?" She nodded her head "see you" he started walking out the door he glanced back one last time and left she sighed .... Well that's done. She sat down for a minute trying to absorb everything that just happened. Her and Melo had been doing this for a little while but it was a large chapter in her life and honestly something that she isn't too proud off. So regardless if this Jayson thing works out she'll be fine. She smiled picking her phone up texting him back

"I can't stay I have to check out  at 11" "mannnn when you coming back?" "🤷🏾‍♀️ when I have a good reason too.... My situation is done too" "oh it is?" "Mhmmm" "okay then I can sweeten the pot stay for two more days you stay tomorrow see me play .... And win stay the next day cause I don't have a game and Deuce will be with his mama I can show you around the city in broad day light" "that right there were the magical words Mr. Tatum let me make sure I can stay in this room text you later with the updates 😬" "okay cool"

She goes down to the front desk. "Hi I was wondering if I could extend my stay four more days?" "Sure what room are you in?" "922" "yes do you want us to run the card on file or do you have another payment?" She thought about it and smirked "actually yeah that's fine" "okay I have you all set anything else?" "Yes can I get some more towels please" "yes I'll have them bring some up" "okay that's all thank you so much for your time have a good day" "you too"

"Thank you for the goodbye gift" she texts Melo "Tf you talking about?" "Ima stay for four more days.... They charge the card on file" "you know what that's fine cause after you done playing games you'll be back it's what I would've paid for the next two hotels anyway" "I'm serious Melo I'm not coming back" "but you already texting me.... Make me come back up there and prove you wrong tonight" she bit her lip "Melo plz" "yeah I bet you wet thinking bout me too" "it doesn't matter ...." "It does I thought I was getting some good pussy fresh from the game and I get told I'm not getting none of that no more .... It's fucked up really when you think about it...

I'm on a high" "your hands still work right?" "😂😂 yeah they do but.... Just let me come back up there and at least say goodbye I can show you what these hands do ... but you already know"

She left him open on one hand she wanted to be finished with him on the other hand the closure might be nice to fully get rid of him...... go all out for one last night and then let him go... yeah she'll do that

"Crazy enough I agree with you.... I thought I would be getting fucked for two days but here we are" "so what? Is that a invite my shoes already on... ttm" "yeah but Fr it's the last time....." "bet I'll be there soon"

Within 20 minutes he was already at the door he walked in shutting the door behind himself quickly staring her up and down fully taking her in she bit her lip before opening her mouth to speak but then he kissed her. "No more talking you been wasting my time" he groaned into the kiss picking her up grabbing her ass he pressed her back against the wall as she moaned when she felt two of his long fingers rub her pussy through her panties slightly as he continued to squeeze her ass getting her warmed up. Fuck she was gonna miss this. He pulled away looking in her eyes she finally spoke. "Is this a good idea?" "I need you ... bad right now does it matter if it's a good idea?" She shrugs he smiled and starts to speak again "But if you want me to stop I will... just let me know" she took a deep breath "no don't stop..." "you sure?" "Yes" "you 100% sure?" She laughed slightly "yes I'm very very very sure I wanna do this.... the hesitation came in with it being right or wrong ..... but wrong or right I want you inside me by the end of the night so can you get me right?"

[acideathr]

‧₊˚♪𝄞࿐₊˚⊹ 𝖙𝖜𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖜𝖔𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝄞₊ ⊹ 𝖇𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝖔𝖓𝖊 ● 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖉-𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝖙𝖞𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖙 ⤿ 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗲𝗻 ● 𝗴����𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗽𝗮𝘁

♫ .. “ ... 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 ... “ ★ . •° . －𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘳 ．．• ♡︎

˖ ݁♬⋆.˚𝄞. WOODS BEHIND CAMPUS

grim: whoa! there really are a ton of chestnuts just layin' around. i'm gonna be livin' large on chestnut tarts! mmm!

grim: let's get grabbin'— YOWCH! 

grim: myah! the chestnut spines pricked my paws!

deuce: i don't think we can do this with our bare hands. and we need something to put them in, too.

ace: maybe we can find some supplies in the botanical garden?

deuce: let's take a look.

˖ ݁♬⋆.˚𝄞. BOTANICAL GARDEN | TEMPERATE ZONE

ace: whoa, i didn't realize this place was so huge.

deuce: if it's this large, it's got to have a groundskeeper. let's split up and look.

ace: sure. dibs on the right side.

deuce: then how about i go left, while grim and his prefect go straight ahead?

grim: hey, come take a look at this!

grim: there's a ton of fruit growing here! smells like they're ripe, too!

yuu: feels like i just stepped on something…

???: hey! you got some nerve steppin' on my tail and just walkin' away!

grim: are you the groundskeeper? not sure you oughta be talkin' to students that way, pal.

???: ain't nothin' worse than bein' in the middle of a good nap and havin' some jerk step on your tail.

yuu: (then maybe don't leave your tail on the path...?)

???: you... i know you. you're that herbivore from orientation who couldn't use magic.

???: *sniff* *sniff*

yuu: are you... smelling me?!

???: huh. it's true. you don't smell of magic at all.

???: well, can't say it'd be much fun to hurt someone so helpless. still gonna do it, though.

grim: i dunno what's up with this guy, but when he looks at me, it makes every follicle of fur stand on end...

???: no one gets to stomp on my tail and just walk away without payin' the price.

???: i'm in a bad mood on account of bein' woken up from my nap, too. that's gonna cost you a tooth.

yuu: please! i don't have dental insurance!

grim: yuu! cheese it!

???: leona! there you are!

leona: heh?

???: i knew i'd find you here! we got after-school classes today, remember?

leona: ugh... and now i've got this guy on my tail...

???: leona, you've already had to repeat one year. if you get held back again, we'll be in the same grade!

leona: oh, put a sock in it already. i'm tired of all yer yappin', ruggie.

ruggie: look, you think i like always being on your case?

ruggie: c'mon, man. you act like it'd be hard for you. you could skate through life if you'd just TRY. come on! let's go already!

leona: hrmph... next time you stink up my territory, there's gonna be a price to pay, herbivores!

grim: myah! i don't like the sound of that! what is up with this nutso?

yuu: yeaaah, i don't think he's the groundskeeper...

ace: yo, guys, we found baskets and tongs.

deuce: what in the world happened to you two?

grim: oh, right, the chestnuts! we gotta gather those chestnuts so i can get my tart on!

grim: we'll fill 'em in on the crazy groundskeeper while we forage.

˖ ݁♬⋆.˚𝄞. WOODS BEHIND CAMPUS

grim: ...and then he peaced out!

ace: yeah, no way was that guy the groundskeeper.

grim: y'know, now that i think about it, he was wearin' the golden vest of that pajama—clog dorm.

deuce: pajama... clog? you mean savanaclaw?

deuce: you know, i'm starting to think that there's an awful lot of delinquents here at night raven…

ace: all right, that should be enough chestnuts. let's get these baskets over to trey!

grim: myahaha! now that we're all gassed up, it's destination: flavortown, baby!

˖ ݁♬⋆.˚𝄞. KITCHEN

trey: welcome back. looks like you got plenty!

grim: now you can make us some massive tarts!

trey: well, the bigger the tarts, the harder it'll be to peel all these nuts, so... good luck with that!

deuce: we have to peel all of these...? suddenly the whole room is spinning...

trey: preparation is the key to good baking.

ace: yeah, yeah, i know. we've come this far. we're not giving up now!

⭑♪⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 ⭑♪⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁

©𝗖𝗢𝗣𝗬𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 ● @acideathr 2025 ⤿ my work is not yours to take; posting chapters requires significant time and effort. all credit is due to aniplex and yana toboso; show your support by downloading the twisted wonderland. this blog particularly caters to players who cannot access the en game because of their region or those who aren't willing to download the game

[cyarskaren52]

I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem I love bad bitches That's my fuckin' problem (I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem) And yeah, I like to fuck I got a fuckin' problem (and yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem) If findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it

Hold up, bitches simmer down Takin' hella long, bitch, give it to me now Make that thing pop like a semi or a 9 Ooh, baby like it raw with the shimmy shimmy ya Huh, A$AP, get like me Never met a motherfucker fresh like me All these motherfuckers wanna dress like me Put the chrome to your dome, make you sweat like Keith

'Cause I'm the nigga The nigga, nigga, like how you figure? Gettin' figures and fuckin' bitches She rollin' Swishers, brought her bitches I brought my niggas, they gettin' bent up off the liquor She love my licorice, I let her lick it

They say money make a nigga act nigger-ish But least a nigga, nigga rich I be fuckin' broads like I be fuckin' bored Turn a dyke bitch out, have her fuckin' boys, beast

I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem I love bad bitches That's my fuckin' problem (I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem) And yeah, I like to fuck I got a fuckin' problem (and yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem) If findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it

Ooh, I know you love it when this beat is on Make you think about all of the niggas you've been leadin' on Make me think about all of the rappers I've been feedin' on Got a feelin' that's the same dudes that we speakin' on Oh word? Ain't heard my album? Who you sleepin' on? You should print the lyrics out and have a fuckin' read-along Ain't a fuckin' sing-along 'less you brought the weed along Then ju... (okay, I got it)

Then just drop down and get yo' eagle on Or we can stare up at the stars and put the Beatles on All that shit you talkin' 'bout is not up for discussion I will pay to make it bigger, I don't pay for no reduction If it's comin' from a nigga I don't know, then I don't trust it If you comin' for my head, then motherfucker get to bustin' Yes, Lord, I don't really say this often But this long-dick nigga ain't for the long talkin', I beast

I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem I love bad bitches That's my fuckin' problem (I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem) And yeah, I like to fuck I got a fuckin' problem (and yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem) If findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it

Uh, yeah, hoe, this the finale My pep talk turn into a pep rally Say she from the hood But she live inside in the valley, now Vaca'd in Atlanta, then she goin' back to Cali, mmm Got your girl on my line, world on my line The irony, I fuck 'em at the same damn time She eyein' me like a nigga don't exist Girl, I know you want this dick

Girl, I'm Kendrick Lamar A.K.A. Benz is to me just a car That mean your friends-es need be up to par See, my standards are pampered by threesomes tomorrow Mmm, kill 'em all, dead bodies in the hallway Don't get involved, listen what the crystal ball say Halle Berry, hallelujah Holla back, I'll do ya, beast

I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem I love bad bitches That's my fuckin' problem (I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem) And yeah, I like to fuck I got a fuckin' problem (and yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem) If findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it

Source: Musixmatch

[bardoftheshire]

Just a little somethin' I thought up of as these past days going to school has become already gradually harder and it doesn't help that I'm a little ill. Enjoy🤭

Let Me Pamper You

[Lemon (Bullet Train x GN! Reader]

[Summary; After a particularly hard day at work, you return home exhausted. So Lemon being the best husband ever, pampers you for the night.]

[Notes; There are some mentions of taking over the counter drugs for being ill, so if that bothers you I recommend staying away]

[Warnings; None really, this is just pure fluff]

You sigh in frustration as you struggle to untie your shoelace, then finally succeed and take your shoe off, placing it next to the other pairs on the rug next to the door.

You had a particularly hard day at work, and it didn't help that you were a little under the weather as well.

"Y/n, is that you?" You hear your husband call out from the guest room.

"Yeah, I'll be there in jus' a second," You call back to him.

You'd been married to your husband, Lemon, for a few years now.

You knew him during Sixth Form before he had gotten the job he had now. And of course he was much different before. His work was bound to change him regardless, but he was still the same childish guy he's always been no matter what. And you loved him for it.

Once you finally got everything situated, you made your way to find Lemon happily playing with his train model set that took over most of the room.

You stand at the doorway and smile as he continues to put trees and miniature people around the set.

"Y/n, sweetheart, how was work?" Lemon says as he looks up and notices you standing at the doorway.

Suddenly you were brought back to the same terrible mood you were in before.

"I don't wanna particularly talk about it, love. Can't say I had a great day, especially with this bloody cold I've got," You sigh tiredly.

"Mmm, I'm sorry, love. How about I fix you a bath and such. You can relax the rest of the night," Lemon says, putting what he was doing aside to guide you to your guys' shared room.

"You don't have to do that Lem, really I can do it myself. Please get back to what you were doing." You insist, but Lemon keeps walking you to the room, finally sitting you down on the bed.

"You're right, I don't have to, but I want to. So relax and undress while I get that bath running for you and then I'll fix you up a cup of tea and get you your medicine okay? Let me pamper you for the night," Lemon says, walking to the restroom to set up the bath.

You sigh happily to yourself, you had the absolute best husband you could ask for.

Yes, there were some things that weren't so great like when he would leave for days on some missions, coming back with some injuries you needed to tend to. But you didn't bug him about it ever because you knew he was smart enough about things and knew what he was doing.

You undress, throwing your clothes inside of your hamper, walking into the restroom where Lemon was.

"You look gorgeous my love, what kind of tea do you want?" Lemon says, placing a soft kiss to your temple.

"Do we still have that lemon ginger tea? If so can you make me that with some honey?" You ask, submerging your body into the warm, bubbly water.

"Of course, love," Lemon says, walking to the kitchen.

You relax for a few minutes, letting the hot vapors clear your sinuses, and allowing your muscles to relax fully.

Lemon comes in with two teacups and a teapot on a tray, setting it on the flat part of the bath. (What the fuck is it called? You all know what I'm talkin' about, right?)

He leaves the restroom once more, returning faster than the last, this time with cold medicine and acetaminophen.

You groan, recalling the terrible taste of the medicine from the last time you were sick.

"I know it's gross but you have to take it," Lemon urges, pouring it out onto a spoon.

You groan once more, turning your face away like a child.

"The quicker you get better the quicker I can kiss you on your lips without getting sick," Lemon cheekily smirks.

You quickly take the medicine, scrunching your nose up at the foul taste it left in your mouth and throat.

He hands you the acetaminophen and pours you a cup of the tea, you pop the two pills into your mouth and take a gulp of the tea, slightly burning your mouth.

"God that was awful," You groan, submerging yourself back into the tub.

"I thought I brewed that tea perfectly and put the right amount of honey in it," Lemon says, fake hurt in his voice.

"I obviously meant the medicine, love. The tea was wonderful," You giggle.

"Good to know. Let's wash you up now," Lemon chuckles.

He grabs the shampoo as he motions for you to wet your hair. You comply, putting your hair in the warm water, letting it sit in there for a couple seconds to let it properly get wet.

You then pull your head out, looking at Lemon as he squirts some of the shampoo into his hands, putting it onto your hair and gently massaging it in, making sure to get every strand and part of your scalp washed.

Once he finishes, he grabs the bucket next to the bath and fills it with warm water, you put your head back slightly and he pours it over your soapy hair, ridding of all of the soap on your head.

You felt so loved in that moment. He'd put everything aside just for you, just so he could take care of you like this. You couldn't be more happy than you were now in that moment.

Lemon grabs the body soap and your body sponge, putting some of the soap onto the sponge and rubbing it in. He starts washing your body, starting from the top to the bottom. You took a momet to look at him, noticing how his sleeves were rolled up and how he had a little bit of the bubbles on his arms and hands from washing you.

"Alright, do you wanna stay in here a little longer? Maybe I could read that chapter of your book for you?" Lemon asks, finishing up and putting your sponge back in its respected spot.

"That would be amazing, Lem." You say, smiling sweetly at him.

Lemon nods with a grin and goes into your room, returning with your book and his reading glasses on his face as he sits down on the stool.

You relax once more and close your eyes as you listen to him reading the chapter of your book out loud to you, his voice soft and not too loud.

You were so relaxed you could fall asleep right there in the bathtub. You were content and happy. Happy that you had such an amazing husband. You can say it to yourself a million times and it will still baffle you that you were married to the best person ever.

He finishes and you drain your bath, carefully walking out as Lemon wraps you in a warm fluffy towel, drying you off and walking you back into the room.

You sit down on the bed, watching as he pulls out your undergarments and comfortable pajamas from your dresser.

"Will these work for you darling? I tried to get something warm so you don't get any sicker during the night," Lemon says, holding the garments out to you.

"Those are perfect, Lemon. Thank you,"

"Okay, you can put those on and I'll go wash the cups and teapot, I'll be right back my love," Lemon hands you the pajamas and leaves with the tray in his hands.

You dress and dry your hair as much as you could with the towel, then slipping into the covers comfortably.

Lemon returns, changing into his own sleep clothes and turning off the remaining lights, slipping into bed next to you.

"Thank you, Lem." You say, cuddling into his chest as he rubs your back.

"Of course my love." He replies, placing a kiss to your hair.

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[This one took me a little longer to finish up, and I kinda just wanted something short to post but that clearly didn't happen. It took me so long to finish that I now am no longer sick the moment I've posted it. But I do hope you guys enjoyed it. I do notice I've been doing nothing but Lemon fics so far, and I promise I'll finish those requests up hopefully soon, so please just bear with me as I'm really busy.

[sweetbuckybarnes]

Hey Stephen

Pairings: Colin Bridgerton + Penelope Featherington

Summary: Colin watches from the sidelines as Penelope considers suitors.

Masterlist | Albums | Fearless Album

Hey Stephen, I know looks can be deceivin', but I know I saw a light in you. And as we walked, we were talkin', I didn't say half the things I wanted to. 

For years, Colin was oblivious to Penelope's feelings. Well... he wasn't completely oblivious. 

He knew she had a crush on him when she was a little girl, in the early days of Eloise and Penelope's friendship. 

Like crushes he had harboured as a teenager, he thought it might have been a passing fancy - she would 'get over him' eventually.

'Cause I can't help it if you look like an angel. Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain, so, come feel this magic I've been feelin' since I met you. Can't help it if there's no one else. Mmm, I can't help myself. 

He doesn't remember his callous words during Penelope's second season. So much so, that he didn't understand why Penelope never answered his letters like she had done previous summers. 

Penelope gave him the cold shoulder, for weeks. She was no longer hiding in the shadows (she was a self-proclaimed, 'wallflower'), it also seemed like her mother no longer cared what colour dresses she wore. Penelope no longer wore her yellow dresses. She had been wearing greens, blues and even a pink dress. Her current dress could almost be classed as Bridgerton Blue . 

He had always thought Penelope was cute in her yellow dresses. But in her green and blue dresses, she was a woman. 

Hey Stephen, I've been holdin' back this feelin', so I've got some things to say to you, huh. I've seen it all, so I thought. But I never seen nobody shine the way you do. The way you walk, way you talk, way you say my name. 

"Good evening, Miss Featherington," Colin greeted, standing next to Penelope, looking down at her. "Is there room on your dance card for me?" 

Penelope lifted her arm, where the dance card was hanging from her wrist by a ribbon, she looked over the open spot (there weren't many left, which is surprising to say she had been here for about fifteen minutes!). "Just one." 

He looked at her. "One? You have one dance left?" She nodded, looking up at him with curious eyes. Why was he questioning him as to why there was only one dance left on her card? If he wanted more than one dance, he should have got here sooner. Not that she would give him more than one. He produced a pen and wrote his name down. In between a dance with Lord Debling, and one with Harry Dankworth. Her third dance would be with Lord Fife of all people! "Why on earth are you dancing with Fife?" 

"He asked. So I accepted," she says simply, not wanting to say many words in Colin's presence. 

"Pen, you hate Fife. Almost as much as I do." 

"I have to take every suitor into consideration," Penelope tells him, as Colin's eyebrows shoot up into her hairline. 

"Are you seriously considering marrying Fife?" 

"Of course not, mama believes I should consider Lord Fife mainly because of his title and his money."

They're dimming the street lights, you're perfect for me. Why aren't you here tonight? I'm waitin' alone now, so come on and come out. And pull near me. And shine, shine, shine.

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: September 14, 1993

Lyrics:

Well it's OK, well it's all right

Now is that nasty or what

Well it's OK

Check this out, who do you think I am

Talkin' about a thing, I don't stand for that

I'm a Def Dame Dope, I'm never alone

I got my bigidi-back through and that is so

Def - dynamic, Dames - don't panic

Dope's for frantic, a romantic

What do you think about that

DDD as babe's got back

Drop some flava, go like wild

This a nasty style (oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah)

And it feels so good, I know it should

And it doesn't matter whether you stay for good

Indeed indeed, that's the way we see it

Chillin' at the pit (oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah)

There's no need for explanation

This are the new generation

Well it's OK, alright (ah-ha), I can live with that

It's OK, alright (oh yeah), whatcha think about that

It's OK, alright (mmm hmm), I can live with that

It's OK (oh yeah), alright, whatcha think about that (that's right)

Stay with me if you're ready to party

Thinkin' about it, thinkin' about it, pumpin' hardy

Work your body like I do with mine

Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com

If you like to have a good, I say, a good time

If you want to go berzerk, totally outta control

No need to hold back, let us go, let us go

Four three two one, Def Dames Dope on

Turn it on, do you wanna wanna get some

OK now, that's no obligation

But an invitation (oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah)

No matter how you look, how you dress, how you smell

Us gonna jam from heaven to hell

So now you know, that's how it goes

That's how it flows (oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah)

I'm hangin' in wide on the tip of your nose

So you better better better stay close

Come on everybody, let your body move into the rhythm

Come on everybody, let your body move into the rhythm

Well it's OK

Well it's all right (mmm yeah yeah yeah, mmm yeah yeah yeah)

Go ahead (mmm yeah yeah yeah, mmm yeah yeah yeah)

Play me, play p-p-p-p-play me

Songwriter:

Def - dynamic, Dames - don't panic

Dope's for frantic

Four three two one, Def Dames Dope on

Turn it up, turn it up

Phil Wilde / Patrick Berger /Alice Boman /Peter Bowens / Tom Malmros

BandFacts:

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Homepage:

Def Dames Dope

[uzumakisavior]

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄 (with relevant lyrics) .

Share at least 5 songs that you associate with or remind you of your muse!

SUGURUUUUUU Geto —

Paint the Town Red #1 Yeah, bitch, I said what I said //Geto KFC break up I'd rather be famous instead (walk on by)// Becomes Buddhist Cultist I let all that get to my head // His downfall and Yuki's Convo I don't care, I paint the town red (walk on by) // Murdered 112 and counting. The fire in that village. x2 Mm, she the devil She a bad lil' bitch, she a rebel (walk on by) She put her foot to the pedal It'll take a whole lot for me to settle (walk on by) Mm, she the devil She a bad lil' bitch, she a rebel (walk on by) She put her foot to the pedal It'll take a whole lot for me (yeah) to settle (walk on by) Yeah, said my happiness is all of your misery I put good dick all in my kidneys (walk on by) // Gojo...obviously

Applause By Lady Gaga I've overheard your theory, "Nostalgia's for geeks" // Memories of youth I guess sir, if you say so, some of us just like to read // He understands that intrusive traumatic memories are too painful to relive, so he decides to distance himself by taking on a new identity One second I'm a Koons fan, suddenly the Koons is me // One second I defend the weak, suddenly I they're punished by me Pop culture was in art, now art's in pop culture, in me // I abided by the moral of the majority now the majority abides by me/(my moral) I live for the applause, applause, applause // I mean....you know...star plasma vessel, yes? I live for the applause-plause, live for the applause-plause, live for the- Way that you cheer and scream for me The applause, applause, applause // I Just love the idea that he uses his trauma to mock the lay people.

Empty Walls (This song reminds me of the village Suguru has burned) Your empty walls Your empty walls Pretentious attention Dismissive apprehension Don't waste your time On coffins today When we decline From the confines of our mind Don't waste your time On coffins today Don't you see their bodies burning? Desolate and full of yearning Dying of anticipation Choking from intoxication Don't you see their bodies burning? Desolate and full of yearning Dying of anticipation Choking from intoxication I want you to be left behind those empty walls Taunt you to see from behind those empty walls

Ungodly Hour Song by Chloe x Halle (How I feel his love for Gojo would be in a song. This entire song screams satosugu to me) Hit me with your eyes I never seen that kind of view You walkin' over here The way that it went down, that's when I knew We be talkin' all night But I can tell you need to work on you, you, you Like you, you, you, like you Like you, mmm You be playin' sweet But, baby, don't you know that talk is cheap Can't fool me I wish that you could back it up for me, me, me Like me, me, me, like me

Go Forth and Die by Dethklok Trapped inside a box Four long years Hiding from the world Punished by your peers Studied teachers words Staff appointed hearts Earned a piece of paper No go forth and start Go forth, be conquered Go forth and die //The song about the disillusionment of higher education and its true, consumerist underbelly motivated by fear....not much different than the themes of JJK, sorcery, and its abuse of the youth. I think Suguru would relate to this. Newly graduated sorcerers go forth, just to be conquered, and more go forth and die

BONUS!!!! Bongos by Cardi ft Megan thee Stallion

Thick bitches in a black truck, packed in Eat whoever in my way, Ms. Pacman // Eating curses Hermes, made a real big purchase // Toji Purse so big, had to treat it like a person // Suguru's new pet worm

Any song with Megan and Cardi makes me think of Sato and Sugu, just saying

Tagged by — @ashestxashes

Tagging — anyone who ever reads this

[sweetcheese-ing]

sniff.. i had to divorce your phone account.. please forgive me😣

I became what you fantasized about becomin'

Had to quit sendin' music out, 'cause somebody fucked around, leaked somethin'

Every girl that I mess with knows what's up, but they keep comin'

Pretty sure at this point, they don't wanna know the secrets I keep from 'em

Put your phone down and be somethin', twenty-five and you broke (broke)

Talkin' 'bout me on the internet, but you dapped me up when we spoke (fake)

I don't know if I'm genius, but I definitely had a few strokes (uh)

Real raps, not jokes (mmm), dress like I'm at Oakes (ayy)

Seer suckin' my coat (coat), daycare in her throat (yeah)

Hit songs in my notes (ooh), hit notes like, "Don't" (don't)

I just got in my zone (zone), had to let it be known (known)

Brought her out, she got flown (boom), unspoken, we bone

Fell in love with my tone, airplane on my phone

Floatin' off the Patrón, in the club and I'm stoned

Used to curve me in the tenth grade, now things changed, I'm grown

I ain't gettin' dethroned, hit the gas and I'm gone (hit the gas and I'm gone, gone)

I'm the one that put the city on

Yeah, I'm the one that got the city known off of turkey bags and I'm in it for 'em

I'm the one that gave us big records, I done fucked around and got my Guinness on

Yeah, in the city I be buildin' hoes, put butt shots and her titties on

Me though, I like natural, fifty bands in the satchel

Yeah, a million in just jewelry actually, and she saved my number under "Daddy"

Used to do field trips up to Gatti's, used to do road trip to the natty

Don't take no pics and don't at me

I take you to the show to meet Jackie (to the show to meet Jackie)

These girls'll do anything for some backstage passes (yeah, yeah)

Yeah, lights, camera, action (lights, camera, action)

Don't stop, keep goin', it's relaxin' (stop, keep goin')

You comin' on tour with how you actin' (comin' on tour)

She seen my car and got to askin' (she seen my car)

Yeah, this Aventador, not a 'Vette, I ain't went platinum, I go jet

But I'm still livin' life, no sweat, came in the Rolls coupe, the Rolls truck next

Another quarter million on the wrist (another quarter million on)

Pick her up, she ignore a text

Pretty sure he know what's next (he know what's-)

I told her, "More spit, baby, more lips"

You ain't know I leave 'cause I'm born sexy

If you didn't know, now you know (didn't know, now you-)

Move with young hood nigga hope

One-fifty for a local show (fifty for a show)

I'm the fire extinguisher to the smoke

We all know who hate me the most (we all know who hate me the-)

All the lame niggas that's broke (all the lame niggas that's-)

From the black sheep to the GOAT (from the black sheep to the-)

I was just microwavin' my dope (I was just microwavin' my dope)

Since the white Rollie and the rope (white Rollie and the-)

Like my food with a side of coke (food with a side-)

I ain't gotta say much, y'all know (say much, y'all-)

Yeah, I'm the one that got the city known off of turkey bags and I'm in it for 'em (in it for 'em)

I'm the one that gave us big records, I done fucked around and got my Guinness on

Yeah, in the city I be buildin' hoes, put butt shots and her titties on

Me though, I like natural, fifty bands in the satchel

Yeah, a million in just jewelry actually, and she saved my number under "Daddy"

Used to do field trips up to Gatti's, used to do road trip to the natty

Don't take no pics and don't at me, I take you to the show to meet Jackie

These girls'll do anything for some backstage passes

snif...h-HOW COULD YOU