#token black x reader

[jewbeloved]

What it feels like to live with them in one big house 😭 ❤️💖😖

Featuring: Team Stan and CATG

Warning: Absolute chaos (It's ficking south park)

Gender: Neutral

💙💚 The Main Four ❤️🧡

💙❤️ Craig and Those guys 💜💛

Oh my goodness, you'd be praying to god at this point If you expect there will be any peace in this house.

Your parents decided it would be a fun idea to have you all live in a big house together temporarily.

You will often wake up to Kyle and Cartman arguing and Cartman trying to get you on his side when Kyle is trying to prove him wrong about something.

Flour and batter everywhere when you walk into the kitchen and see Craig and Tweek making cupcakes, but Tweek freaking out that there isn't going to be enough for everyone and Craig constantly trying to calm him down.

If you want any peace, you might as well hope to go to Stan, Tolkien, Kenny, or Clyde..and maybe Jimmy if you're in the mood of hearing his jokes.

Stan would probably vent about his dad's shenanigans or him and Wendy's relationship and if you aren't in the mood of hearing allat go to somebody else then.

It's not very surprising that you and Tolkien have a great time spending time with each other because you both do your own things or play games.

Not everyday is absolute chaos though. sometimes you and everyone else actually get to have fun with each other with nobody arguing, fighting, etc. But there's no guarantee that peace will last long because Cartman is sure to start something like he always does.

Just give him that one death glare that Wendy gave to him when she fought him on the playground and Cartman will shut up.

When the days of living with them in one big house are over, you can't help but think what it would be like to have the parents living in one big house together but they aren't allowed to leave for 3 weeks.

This can be seen in romantic or platonic.

[bblueberrypancakes]

Clyde: Is it still visible? Where Craig slapped me?

Tweek: Your face looks like a don't walk signal.

Token: Your face looks like a photo negative for the hamburger helper box.

Y/n: A palm reader could tell Craig's future by looking at your face.

Jimmy: The phrase 'talk to teh hand cause the face ain't listening' doesn't work for you, because the hand is your face.

Clyde: ...A simple 'yes' would've sufficed.

[vikkirosko]

Could I request Craig squad x male reader (could you replace tweek with Kenny)

He's a new student and he's covered in bandages both legs and arms cover in bandages and his head wrapped up too (his head is bandaged like dazai from bsd when he was in the port mafia)

He's also doesn't talk, but he's weirdly fascinated with death and for some reason seems to enjoy putting himself in near death situations and hurting himself

(feel free to ignore this if you're uncomfortable)

-🤡

Headcanons The charm of death

🧡 Kenny McCormick x male!Reader 🐀

When you showed up at school, you immediately attracted attention. Bandages were visible from under your sleeves and pants, your palms were also in places in bandages, your forehead was also bandaged and bandages covered your right eye, while there was a large patch on your left cheek. You looked like you'd escaped from the hospital. Another strange thing was that you didn't talk at all, because of this, some thought that you were mute, but no one could find out whether it was so or not

Kenny was watching you and noticed something unusual. Every time he died, you were somewhere nearby, dangerously close to death. Another person would have been horrified if they were in your place, but Kenny could have sworn that you were delighted. It would seem that the closer the threat of death was, the more joyful you were, and it seemed very strange. At some point, Kenny noticed that you yourself sought to be in danger, as if you were looking for your death, but each of your attempts ended in failure

He was going to approach you at school to confirm his theory, but found you in the locker room, where you were dressing your wounds. Kenny was more than sure that you didn't get these wounds as a result of an accident. You noticed him, but you weren't scared because he saw your wounds. You smiled, as if it was something funny, and put your index finger to your lips, as if urging him to keep your secret

Kenny didn't know what was going on in your head, but you began to be around him often. He didn't know if the reason was that there were some misfortunes happening next to him all the time or if the reason was something else, but Kenny intended to find out. He was really curious to know what was driving you

🖕 Craig Tucker x male!Reader 🚀

When you first started studying with them in the same class, Craig didn't pay much attention to you. You were silent and had a lot of bandages on you. There was something about you that made people reach out to you, but Craig didn't think about you until one day he saw you in the locker room. He saw the blood on your bandages and it was fresh blood

After that, he began to notice what seemed to be obvious. You were constantly striving to be in danger. He saw how you often found yourself in situations because of which you could lose your life, but you were not afraid. On the contrary, it was as if you were striving for death, but could not achieve it in any way

Several times Craig saved you from death, but each time he seemed to see the resentment in your eyes. You kept silent and Craig periodically told you to avoid dangers, which made you smile. You clearly found his attempts to protect you amusing

Craig didn't know what exactly was the reason for your actions, but he liked you and he didn't want you to die, which is why he looked after you. He didn't understand what you found so charming about death, but as long as you didn't try to kill yourself, he wasn't going to destroy your charm with death

🌮 Clyde Donovan x male!Reader 💧

When you first started studying with them in the same class, Clyde felt an interest in you. You were a weird guy. Most of your skin was hidden by bandages, and when Clyde tried to talk to you, it turned out that you didn't talk, but communicated with the help of small notes. It seemed strange, but Clyde didn't pay attention to it, preferring to communicate with you and get to know you better

Clyde found out pretty quickly that your bandages weren't for beauty. He realized this when you were walking after school. A car crashed next to you, but you didn't even blink or try to jump away, unlike Clyde. He saw a shard from the windshield hit your hand and started to panic, but you remained calm, looking at your wound with a smile

You refused to go to the hospital, so Clyde insisted that you go home and treat your wound, since you didn't want to get professional help. He looked with fright at how you pulled the fragment out of your hand and treated the wound, sometimes pressing on it, continuing to smile. You obviously liked the fact that you were injured and the fact that you didn't even try to jump away from the near accident site suggested to Clyde that maybe you had some kind of death craving

Clyde felt sympathy for you, so he tried not to let you get into danger, even though sometimes he was scared. You often seemed to be looking for danger on purpose, not afraid of the possibility of dying, which is why Clyde tried so hard to be brave. He didn't want you to die, whether you wanted to or not

💸 Token Black x male!Reader 💵

You met Token on your first day in South Park. He was on his way to meet friends when he saw you. He's never seen you before. You were about his age, but he didn't see you at school. However, he couldn't stay away when he saw that you could have been hit by a car. Token pulled you away from the road, saving your life and was very surprised when he saw the disappointment in your look

Your next meeting took place at school and then he was able to get a better look at you. You were wearing a lot of bandages and you didn't talk, but when you noticed him, you smiled at him as if you were old friends. From the moment you started studying with him in the same class, you, though by chance, but spent time together

Token it was difficult to understand what you found so charming in death, but as long as you didn't endanger yourself and those around him, it suited him. He communicated with you, although from the outside it seemed like something one-sided. You still preferred to be silent rather than talk, and the reason for this was unknown to him, but he respected your choice. He grumbled every time he treated your wounds, but inwardly softened when he saw your sincere smile. He didn't know what exactly made you so happy, that you got new wounds or that he was treating them

Token spent a lot of time with you, often preventing you from being in serious danger, but you stopped reacting to it as before. You took it with a slight smile on your lips, not even thinking to be indignant about it. He didn't know if you were grateful to him or not, but he wasn't going to stop saving you

🎭 Jimmy Valmer x male!Reader 🎙

You and Jimmy met when your parents came to meet new neighbors and brought you with them. Jimmy was friendly to you and at first thought you had burns. You were wearing a lot of bandages and you weren't talking. Your parents didn't pay attention to it, apparently getting used to it. It wasn't until he saw your wounds that he realized that the reason you were wearing bandages wasn't burns

Jimmy helped you get used to the new school and quite often he noticed that you seemed to be trying to be in danger. It bothered Jimmy and he tried to be there to at least talk you out of it if he couldn't stop you. He saw your wounds several times and was dissatisfied each time when he saw you picking at wounds with your fingernail that had not yet healed

He understood that you were fascinated by death, although it was difficult for him to understand the reason for this. He gave you bandages when he noticed that there were traces of your blood on yours, he tried to limit your attempts to get close to death and sometimes tried to talk to you. You still remained silent, but he could tell by your smile and eyes what emotions you were experiencing

Your relationship was something incomprehensible. You got along with each other despite the fact that you didn't even say anything. He knew that you were a good person, and although your desire to be as close to death as possible caused him anxiety, he continued to be close to you and in a sense take care of you, while you tried to take care of him

[newkatzkafe2023]

Part 3 of Sleep deity reader with 1999 Wukong, please!!!

Sleepy beauty has one more monkey🥰😴

(Lotmk Wukong) He was a cute little baby when you first met in his dreams, the poor thing was tortured by nightmares of the past and what heaven has done to him and his kind. However that's when you came in with your vanilla and lavender smells, and angelic soft lullaby songs and finally your long soft fur for him to snuggle in. Wukong sudden felt his worries and terrors disappear into thin air the longer he stayed with you and your soft fur. He soon learn what your name was and your goddess status and what your job and occupation is and what your suppose to do. Every night was the same thing you coming into his sleep whenever he had a bad nightmare, or helping Wukong relax though his stressful days. He was....falling in love with you, Wukong would go to bed early just to have more time with you and having all kinds of dreams with you. Dreams of love, dates, make out sessions and when things get hot under the collors,.....well let's just say Wukong was officially addicted and in love and he couldn't handle having you in just a dream so Wukong vowed to find you in the real world. Wukong searched high and low for you for months but with no such luck, that was until he found you sleeping in an obscure cave location. Wukong was extremely excited and decided to wake his sleepy beauty with a kiss, where you smile gently pulling him into cuddles as you both together in sleep and in real time.

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[anxiousnerdwritings]

South Park Masterlist

Headcanons

Yandere Butters Stoch (general) [coming soon]

Yandere Eric Cartman (general)

Yandere Eric Cartman w/ Female!Teen!Reader Who’s Close To Scott Tenorman

Yandere Kenny McCormick (general) [coming soon]

Yandere Kyle Broflovski (general) [coming soon]

Yandere Stan Marsh (general)

Yandere Stan’s Group vs Craig’s group (general) [coming soon]

Yandere Wendy Testaburger (general)

Yandere Poly!Aged-Up!Kenny McCormick and Butters Stoch [coming soon] ???

💕Love Letters💕

Yandere Stan Marsh to Crush!Reader (romantic) [coming soon]

[maleoventlover]

♱A Token of Blood and Gold♱ Pt.2

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English Professor!Vampire x Human fem!reader

Your knees began buckle underneath as the blood flows freely from the fresh wound into your shoulder. Pain slowly became something else, something new. Oh this feeling. It was unlike anything you had ever felt. You could feel it burning in your veins. Lust, agony, desire, anger, emotions raged through you as Professor Farsi sinks his teeth deeper and deeper.

Your body begins to convulse as these emotions flow through you, your soul, your essence. It was the most pleasurable pain you hard every experienced. Oh you didn't want him to stop, never.

Your scream fades into a light whimper, grabbing onto Professor Farsi’s arm like its the only thing tethering you to this world.

“Sholeh ebdi man breath.”

He mutters against your skin, his tone gruff and hushed as he slowlly pulls his fangs from your shoulder.

Dragging his tongue against the bite wound cleaning off any blood, then pressing a soft kiss against your tender flesh.

You begin to come back to your senses and shove him away. Your hand clasps over your shoulder, confusion fogging your brain as you try to comprehend what had happened. You're breathing heavy, trying to catch your breath and calm your nerves from that…unique experience.

“You're a vampire.”

You mutter in a breathy whisper. Chest rising and falling rapidly. Your voice is mostly drowned out by the heavy rain, yet he nods as if hearing every word. As you look upon him you begin to notice subtle changes. You hadn't noticed this before but there seems to be a light in his eyes now, his face more flushed and less sunken. Overall he looked awake, alive, almost as if he had gotten a full night of rest.

“I must apologize Y/N. I do not normally loose control like this. But you just smelled…your blood smelled so sweet.”

He began to step closer to you once more causing you to back away frantically. You didn't trust him. How could you trust him? He kidnapped you, drugged you, and then bit you. Every single nerve in your body was on edge at his very presence. Slowly he lowered himself down to one knee, a hand extended.

“Oh Sholeh ebdi man, do not look at me like that. It breaks my heart.”

He was quick. Too quick for your eyes as he caresses your jaw with his cold finger. His eyes alone tell you everything you need to know. He wasn't going to let you go anytime soon.

“Professor Farsi please. I just want to go home.”

His brows furrow as you speak to him. The idea of you leaving him doesnt seem to agree with whatever he had in mind for you. But instead of addressing your ever so obvious kidnapping he flashes you a charming grin. Once you foundvyhis gesture comforting, only now to find secrets and whispers.

“My my Y/N, youre so formal. Please just call me Cyrus. It is the current name I go by.”

His hand slowly removed itself from your face. You key out a breath you didn't know you were holding. A sense of relief washing over you.

Cyrus sits down In a near by chair, he let out a longing sigh. Despite having you, his eternal flame, something seemed to be a burden. At the snap of his finger a crackle, similar to the fire sounds out, red sparks flashing from his fingers as another drink appears in his palm. Steadily fenesing its way into his finger tips. He brings the cup to his mouth and takes a large gulp.

“I can understand your hesitation when it comes to me. I should have asked for your concern instead of forcing my fangs upon you, it was uncuthe. Whether you choose to believe me or not, I am truly sorry for scaring you.”

While you are still on guard about being Locked in a room with Cyrus, you could sense some genuine sincerity. While he may mean what he says, you do not accept his apology. Not for what you've experienced.

“I cannot fathom the terror you're experiencing. I'll admit this was a impromptu desperate attempt to quench my thirst for blood and companionship.”

He grunts at his self reflection. A seemingly all time low for him. Like before, you blink and he's now at the window watching the storm rage outside. Despite his blood soaked chin and stained dress shirt, he looked stoic and ever so enchanting within the dim light of the fireplace.

“My dear Y/N. After this storm, I shall return you to you home if you wish.”

He shifts his weight and turns in your direction.

“But if you will allow me; I could show you things your silly lectures could never. I can teach you to hear the whispers of nature, read the stars to understand long forgotten secretes of the universe, guide you into the occult. Oh my love I could give you the world, but only if you allow me.”

Something about his words triggered something inside you. You have tried to live through the stories you have consumed all your life. Historical events, sci-fi, fantasy—you wanted to feel like you were a part of something bigger.

Now here he stood before you, a man, no, a being who could be the key to it all. His existence itself was proof there was more than what laid beyond the veil of the unknown.

“Do you promise?”

Your words came out hushed and desperate. The only reason you were in the field of academica was to live vicariously through your works. You finally had a chance to explore beyond your means and the limitations of research.

“Oh Y/N I can promise this and so much more. All you need to do is say the word and my boundless knowledge will become yours.”

‘This is bad. He wants nothing but to harm you Y/N. Leave while its still an option.’

The voice of reason in your head shouted. All of the alarms blared in your body but your curiousity was a curse in itself.

Who were you to give up such immense power? Who was anyone really?

“Can I have time to think about it?”

You ask. Figiting with your nails as you look Cyrus in the eyes. Those kind, beautiful, brown eyes.

The tension in your body begins to melt away the more you watch him. He was doing something to you, you could just feel it.

“Of course my love, we have eternity.”

Something about his words reminded you of candy. At first it’s sweet, it’s everything you wanted in the moment. Then you begin to taste the artificial chemicals and dyes, once a sweet treat now making you sick with its toxic stickiness. “I’ll be waiting for your answer Y/N. We may have eternity but I am far from a patient man.”

His sickly sweet voice dropped to a tone of seriousness. Maybe, just maybe he could detect your hesitation. A part of you wanted to stay yes, but every cell in your body is telling you to run far far away. He was a dangerous man, if you could even call him that.

“I..understand.”

Oh the battle between the heart and the mind is vicious and long. Here stands the man you craved, pinning after for years. Now that the opportunity presents itself, you feel uneasy.

Why you? Why did the one person you thought would understand you turn out to be an immortal blood sucking creature of the undead? You imagined every scenario between Professor and student yet none concluded to a supernatural twist.

Your eyes meet once more. You can feel your skin crawl seeing him you stare at you like that. Like he can see deep inside of you and is anticipating your every move. There was a stillness about him that made you uncomfortable. Almost as if he didn’t breathe.

The only thing you could do was excuse yourself, making that long trek back to the room you awoke in. The rain pounding against the manor, windows flashing with each surge of lighting. Your night gown flowing with each step.

He was following you. At least watching you. You could feel it.

When you finally reach the door to your room you spin around expecting him to be right behind you, but you find only cold still air.

(A/N: Part 3 coming soon!)

(should I start a tag list?)

@neuroticnickzero

@sunndust

@chainsprophet

[divine-death2]

Summary: This is a story about, Chris, Ronnie, Andy, Vessel and Noah. The reader gets pulled to do a tour with MIW for the anniversary of Reincarnate. As she goes on, she meets the other artists, and they all end up falling for her, and she for them. They have to navigate a relationship and how they will all get along for her sake. But as always life has other plans.

!! All of this is pure fiction! I do not own any of these artists or lyrics and yes, some things will not be accurate as it is in real life, BECAUSE it is fiction. Some lyrics will be AI generated (original lyrics for the FMC)!!

xo- Note: the FMC's character "Death" has nothing to do with the page or me at all. I just felt it would fit. Please do not copy my work, you are welcome to repost and share a much as you want. Comment if you want. -ox

WARNINGS:

painful past, self-doubt, language, mentions of divorce, rough past, tattoos, Sleep the deity. Will update as I go on with the chapters.

CHAPTER 1: The beginning of it all

Mic, camera, lights, soundboard, cloak, mask, paint. Everything is ready and set for your recording. For the last year, your best friends, Amy and Nica, have been pestering you to finally put your at home studio to use. You build the studio with the intention of using it, but you could never get past the voice in your head, telling you that you are never going to be good enough and that you suck.

Nica is brilliant with the soundboard and can mix sounds so well, so she is in control of that. Amy, well she, made your mask, she is some sort of blacksmith, but she'll never admit it. She claims that it is just a hobby and nothing more. But you have seen how excited she gets when she is around fire and metal scraps waiting to be turned into something new and better.

You love these two so much. They were there for you when you came to LA for the first time, after getting divorced. Everything back home went to shit, so you made a run for it. They befriended you at random, in the coffee shop just down the street. They were there for you when you almost died in that accident 2 years ago. They waited until the search party announced that you have been found. Those two, stuck by your side through everything. They are your family. Which is more than what you can say for the people you left back home.

So here you are, in the sound booth, waiting for Nica's signal to start. You glance down at your hands, the blacked-out tattoos over them making it seem like you dipped them in black paint, remembering the deity your saw. The one known as Hypnos or rather Sleep. He came to you as they were hauling you into the hospital after the accident. He said, and you remember those words clearly, "Rest now little one, for you'll need your strength." You have no idea what he meant, but after healing, you just knew you had to do the tats. Your whole body was covered in them, except your arms, neck and face. So, the blacked-out ooze like paint tattoo, is a nice contrast to your clear skin.

Out of the corner of your eye you see Nica giving you the signal to start. You are doing a cover of one of your favorite bands, Bad Omens, "Limits". The song doesn't show off your range, but it means a lot to you. You are not sticking to the original though, you are putting your own twist to it, just to avoid the possibility of getting sued by anyone.

Another signal, telling you to sing, and as you are singing, you can feel the energy in the room shift. Feeling your anger at your ex-husband, pain and tears that you have suppressed for so long, resurfacing. You just keep going, letting the music speak to you, move you and push you forward.

"If you're throwing me to the lions. You should know I am not scared of dying."

The words leave your mouth in a hauntingly beautiful tone, although your inner voice screams out for you to stop. Telling you that you are embarrassing yourself and no one will enjoy this. Through the mesh of the mask, you see Amy and Nica staring at you with their eyes blown wide and their jaws on the floor. Now you are even more conflicted. That voice again telling you that they are doing so in disgust and that they probably never heard someone with such an ugly voice.

"Well everyone's listening. And they know the difference. You're not failing our senses. But you're pushing my limits".

Dragging out the word limits to and operatic high note, before you finish off with the chorus. Reaching under the mask you wipe some of your tears that spilled over. Before you can properly breathe, you have 4 arms around you, embracing you. "What in the name of fuck was that?!" Amy takes your face in her hands, looking at you like you kept some big secret. " W-what do you mean?"

"Oh, don't act stupid, we've heard you sing before, this was... I don't know, I still have goosebumps. That was so raw and fucking beautiful!" Nica grabs your face from Amy's hands and takes of the mask. "You cried... this was pure emotion flowing through you. Sweetie, are you okay?"

"I am fine, I promise. This song just triggered some very deeply buried feelings, and it kind of felt good to let it out, in some way," you say letting out a sigh.

"Alright, I believe you, but now you gotta let me work my magic. This is going to break the internet," Nica says as she lets go of you face and scurries off to edit the video and the sound and upload it.

You smile softly at her joy. But the remnants of those feeling are still swirling inside of you. You need nicotine. So, you head up to the living room where your vape is. Deciding to watch something to distract yourself further, you take a drag from the vape and settle on the couch. Putting on Chucky, you feel yourself relax, the movie always makes you giggle, because of how unhinged the doll really is.

About 2 hours pass and finally Nica has uploaded the video to your channel, people will know you as "Death", you don't know why the name, but it just felt right. Amy plops down next to you, "Hey imagine one of your favorite bands reach out for a collab or a tour."

"Ha! Don't be ridiculous, but it would be really cool though." I your head you hear the voice laughing, telling you that it will never happen. "That will probably not happen, like ever." Right? There is a small part of you that hopes one of them at least sees it and the other massive part is absolutely terrified that they might.

Over the next couple of day, we recorded at least one song, and edited the video, posting it on all the relevant platforms. I was beginning to feel a little discouraged, as the videos didn't get many views. But Amy and Nica, kept telling me to be patient and to just continue to upload.

I woke up, Friday, with two very loud women screaming in my ears. "What the fuck, guys? It is .... 5 AM, fucking 5 AM!" Both of them jump on the bed, pushing the phone into my face. "Chris Motionless liked and downloaded your video of Limits!!", they both say in unison. No fucking way, that can't be. It has to be a fake account, right? Grabbing the phone, I check the page, and I'll be damned, it is his actual account. My breath gets caught in my throat as I start to set into panic. What if he hated it and decided to just fuck with me. No, he is too nice of a person to do that. But then again so is everyone when in front of millions of people. "Hold on, sweetie. This is good. You might finally get your big break that you deserve. Breathe, woman. This is good," Nica says trying to calm me.

I try breathing in deep and out slowly. Gradually calming down. I hand her the phone, falling back down onto the bed. "This feels weird, maybe I am just sleep deprived, but it feels unreal". They both cuddle up on either side of me. "This is real, and yes we should get some more sleep, but this was just too good to miss", Amy whispers to me. Nodding the three of us drift off once more.

[hunnysnoops]

˗ˋ𝕎𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕋𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕙 𝕋𝕖𝕖𝕟𝕤ˊ˗

Chapter Five: Mess Around

Kyle Broflovski x fem reader

The heat is rising and only getting hotter, ready to blow. I think I’ll pour myself a glass of water, let it flow.

Also available on Ao3 and Wattpad!

Premise: You’ve practiced all season for this track meet, time to show off your skills.

Warnings: cause language + humour / brief mentions of blood

MASTERLIST

Amidst the chatter of athletes, coaches, and spectators, one figure stood out—you with bruises swallowing your under eyes like Halloween makeup, the bandage covering up the break and the dried blood that stayed beneath your nostrils. You had tried to get rid of the dried blood several times though the swelling kept pushing pressure onto blood vessels and forced it back out leaving you to look like you had gone straight from Fight Club to the track meet.

No matter how many times you raced around the oval track, adrenaline still surged through your veins like an untamed wildfire. You had gone somewhat nonverbal while you reached back to what your PE teacher had taught you about the most successful athletes using mental imagery to win their respective heats.

You stood on the outside of the track, sneakers sinking into the grassy field while you shifted your weight back and forth between your legs, hands on your hips as you stared dead at the track. The rest of the kids from South Park were either catching their breath beneath the shade of the pop-up canopy or they were on the track competing. Currently, speed walking was in session so there wasn't much to watch even if you had been paying attention to anything other than the thought of you winning.

The music blasting through your headphones was nearly turning you deaf, you wanted to block everything out until the time came when you got back on the track for the relay. Your other heats went well though you knew that you wouldn't be satisfied unless all of them were blue ribbons.

The playlist that was spilling out of your headphones was one that Bebe had made for you to listen to before soccer games though you chose to ignore the fact that her absence made her feel even more present in your life than ever.

A boy wearing a maroon Cedar Valley Wildcats uniform had strolled up, saying something with a huge smile on his tanned face. You hadn't assumed he was talking to you until he stood awkwardly, maintaining his crooked smile while he waited for you to answer him. You pulled a headphone out, eyes narrowing at him "What?"

"I asked if you got a nose job," He repeats, pushing his tousled waves of chestnut hair away from the frame of his chiselled jawline.

"No," You answer, face stoic and voice to match. The past few days you heard this question more times than you could keep track of, the first time it was asked you didn't care but the next thirty or so times, it grated in your skull whether it was intended as a blandly unfunny joke or a genuine question.

"Oh," His grin falters for just a second "I'm Hudson,"

"Okay," You move to put your headphones back in but Hudson interrupts the process.

"So, does it hurt?" He gestures at his nose.

"Feels great," You answer with sarcasm dripping from your voice like syrup "You should see the other guy."

"Yeah?" Hudson says this like it's a challenge "Where is he?"

You swerve your head to look for the ginger and after a moment you spot him at a concession stand, he was tasked to buy Gatorade for his friends though two girls in Maplewood t-shirts keep prodding him with questions. One of the girls has her arms crossed as she looks up at him with a smile, the other is on her phone, seemingly bored. Even with a black eye, he was still drawing attention from girls. Maybe it was the black eye and bruised cheekbone that caused the intrigue, he should be thanking you. "Right there," You point at him.

Hudson's eyes widen a little bit before he cracks into the huff of a laugh "Holy shit, I thought you were joking," He's undoubtedly tall though you couldn't shake the thought that Kyle would tower over him with his sky-scraping height.

"Cool," You return to the one-word responses.

You would've thought him to be a surfer if you weren't in Denver, he almost checked off every box with his athletic build, bronze tan, and effortlessly charming smile, all he was missing was a puka shell necklace. "I saw you run in the four hundred, you were really good," He smiles once again, his teeth blindingly white in contrast to his skin.

"Thanks," You press your lips together in a thin line. No matter what Hudson was doing to try and flirt with you, it fell flat and rested in awkward silence before he forced out another attempt at small talk.

"Ayo," Another guy from Cedar Valley rolls around, slinging an arm around his buddy. "My boys got W rizz!" He looks back and forth between the two of you, expecting you to laugh or react in any other way that wasn't cringing so hard you felt the urge to gag.

Hudson slowly turned to look at his friend, silently cursing him for ruining what wasn't great to begin with. "Dude," He says, friendly tone and smile dropping completely.

"He's the rizzler," He gives Hudson a firm pat on the shoulder while beaming at you like he was a good wingman "Rizzly bear," he tries again but is met with unnerving stillness from both you and Hudson.

"Ignore him, please," Hudson turns his attention back to you.

His friend didn't seem to catch onto the fact that poking this dead horse wasn't funny in any manner "He's the rizzard or Oz, if you give him your number you can spend Chrizzmas together."

"I'm good, I think I'll just get a rizztraining order," You say, face contorting into a look of disdain as you turn to leave the conversation, putting your headphones back in until the sound of him yelling after you had gone completely.

You spot Red sitting beneath the canopy, a track and field hoodie thrown over her uniform of a green jersey that read 'Park County High' on the front with a graphic of a cow paired with black shorts, the same thing you were wearing.

"I can't fathom that speedwalking is a sport," She says, eyes focused on the track out of boredom while she soaked up the coolness of the shady grass.

"Fathom it, babe," You pause your music to listen to her. Red's hair had been secured tightly by you during the bus ride, you French braided it then secured all of the flyaways from her shaggy haircut with barrettes and bobby pins then finally pushed any hair that dared to touch her face away with a black headband. Her hair had held out through each heat that she ran, only budging slightly during hurdles.

"What was going on with those two guys?"

"I don't know but I feel strangely violated," You respond truthfully, almost shuddering at the thought of the short smiley wingman.

"Checks out," She nods, looking back to the track.

Absentmindedly, your eyes shift back to the concession stand where Kyle still stands, trying to balance entirely too many bottles of Gatorade while he chats with the same girl from before, her friend had disbanded but the short brunette girl held her ground. Kyle was laughing at something she had said, nearly craning his neck to look down at her.

Red follows your gaze and sees the same sight as you "Why the hell is he getting game with a fucked up eye?"

"I wouldn't know, man."

"I mean, you're getting game and you look like you've been lobotomized."

"Thank you, raggedy Ann."

"You're so welcome," A small grin splits onto her face though you look past her at Kyle instead of focusing on your friend. It was compulsive, really, how your eyes just shifted to the dark bruise enveloping his eye.

Maybe it was because he was laughing at the girl in front of him and in turn she put a hand on his forearm. What you had pulled from your head was that he laughed harder at your joke the night he got that bruise which was already drastically lighter while the pain from your broken nose didn't seem to let up.

"I was joking about the lobotomy thing but you're being more off-putting than usual," Red says, eyebrows furrowing in, a glimmer of light bouncing off the copious amounts of jewelry skewered through her ears.

"I'll off-put you," you say, trying to figure out how that statement made sense as it came out of your mouth.

"Sounds kinky," She shrugs, pulling some grass up from the soil until it's spilling out of her hand. She drops the balled-up blades of grass and wipes the remainder on your arm which left nothing more than a little dampness and a few pieces limply stuck onto your skin.

You brush the grass off your arm, ripping some out to toss it on her lap like you were still a petty kid in elementary school.

Shot put was taking place at the same time as speed walking, a little evil part of you snorted at the idea of one of the balls hitting the walkers. You thought back to the one year when Stan had joined track and excelled at shot put though he didn't return the following year due to a little awkwardness between him and Tolkien.

"How funny would it be if one of the shot puts hit someone on the track?" Red asks.

"Oh my god," Your face softens slightly "I love you so much."

"Where you just thinking that?"

"Yeah, I was," You nod, reaching to snatch up her left hand into your right and clutch it tightly. Using your free hand, you rip up more grass and tuck it into the hood of her sweater, she doesn't fight you over it, all Red does is accept the fact that she'll be finding bits of pasture in her hoodie for the next week or so.

"We look kinda gay right now."

"We usually do," You answer.

"Yeah, I guess."

A figure looms above the pair of you and as you glance up at Kyle you can't fight the reflex of narrowing your eyes at him like he was always about to do something evil. "Here you go," He tosses a Gatorade to Red and to you, a Powerade.

"Thanks, man," Red looks from the bottle to him with a little smile.

"No problem," He says, pressing his lips back together and taking off. You did nothing but study the drink with intensity like it was an ancient code waiting to be cracked. While everyone else got a standard bottle of Gatorade he gave you a Powerade.

"That was nice,"

"Too nice," You glare at Kyle as he returns to his little huddle of friends to distribute the drinks.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"He gave me a Powerade instead of Gatorade because he knows that I like them more," You tell Red, eyes still hyper-focused on Kyle where he stood. You had always made a fuss about preferring one to the other even though everyone told you that they tasted exactly the same, you could always tell the difference and made sure that everyone in your vicinity knew that.

"Okay?" Red raises an eyebrow, she had the sense that you were going to break out into a conspiracy theory.

"This isn't right," you conclude, breaking your gaze away from the ginger to turn your attention back to the bottle he had given you.

"What? You think it's poison or something?" She asks.

"No, it's just weird," You tell her dropping the Powerade onto the ground "It's unsettling."

"It isn't unsettling, it was just Kyle being nice."

"Yeah, and that's unsettling."

"Not really, you're always worse to him."

"Nuh-uh."

"Oh my god," Red cracked the lid of her drink open, the icy condensation dampening her palm as she took a deep swig. "It's so weird that nice gestures make you so squirmy, I could put you in a nice meadow with a gentle breeze and you'd find something to seeth about."

"Maybe I don't fuck with meadows."

"Yeah, that sounds about right," She shrugs, taking another sip.

"And nice gestures don't make me squirmy."

"You're squirmy as fuck right now," Red gives you an up-and-down look, your knees are pulled into your chest while you stare at the bottle of Powerade on the ground. "Is it possible that you're becoming friends?"

Your face contorted into a look of terror and disgust, mouth hanging ajar, upper lip curling in while your shoulders tensed "Jesus fucking Christ, don't say that ever again, I might have to take a couple shots of Clorox."

"Alright," She raised her hands in defence "My bad, dude."

"Yeah, it is your bad," Your eyes shifted over to the girl Kyle was talking to. She was short and had mousy brown hair long even in a ponytail, it was so silky that it almost looked like it was shimmering gold the way the light hit it. "Why do we like pretty people?"

"Isn't it called the halo effect or something?"

"Yeah, but I mean do we find super good-looking people attractive because it's rare to see someone so beautiful?" You ask "Like if everyone got nose jobs, BBLs, filler, and botox would their beauty dwindle in value because what was unique becomes common like inflation?”

"Have you been online? Everyone already has all of those things and they're still pretty hot." 

"Am I right though?" 

"Maybe," She takes another beat to think it over "I guess, yeah, like if everyone looked the exact same then someone with different features might become the new standard."

"I think we should start celebrating grotesque ugliness instead of beauty." 

"Or maybe we should just stop being so obsessed with appearance.”

"Yeah," As much as you pretended to be above picking apart appearances it was something drilled into your head since childhood that you weren't sure you would be shaking anytime soon "Maybe."

In your peripheral, you caught a glimpse of the girl from the concession stand. She was making her way in your direction which you didn't think anything of until she flashed a blindingly white smile "Hey."

Red looks to you for a reaction but you just stare up at the girl with gaping eyes and a crease between your brows so she takes the hassle of answering "Uh, hey."

"I'm Alyssa," She says, briefly gesturing to herself before hiding her hands behind her back. 

"I'm Rebecca," A faint smile touched her lips, barely noticeable.

"That's a pretty name," Her lips, softly curved and naturally rouge, formed an easy, inviting smile. She had a litter of freckles over her button nose, faint over her caramel skin.

"Thank you," There was a tinge of confusion in Red's voice, it wasn't often that you came across girls your age that were so forwardly kind. 

"So, are you guys friends with Kyle? I saw you talking to him," Aylssa's voice gets quieter towards the end of the sentence as she quickly glances around to see if he's in the area.

Once again Red looks at you like you're going to answer, she takes it into her own hands to respond "Yeah, I guess."

 "Great!" The relief is evident on her face "I wanted to ask him for his number but I sorta chickened out, is there any way I could get it off one of you?" She looks between the two of you and her face drops at your expression "Unless he has a girlfriend-

"No, you're good," Red waves her off "I don't have his number but she does," She gently elbows your bicep.

"Awesome, is it cool if I grab it off you?"

"What the fuck is happening today?" You mutter to yourself.

"Mixed *mmph* will begin shortly, all competing *crack* to the track, please," A pot-bellied man with whispy grey and white hair calls through a megaphone, his voice is muffled and staticky through it, though the message is intercepted by a decrepit microphone, you were well aware that this was the announcement of the final relay.

You stood next to Tolkien and Kyle, the three of you watching Red where she prepped herself for the lead-off. She stood a few meters down the track, bouncing lightly on her toes and rolling her shoulders. She shook her hands out in front of her while taking deep breaths to loosen her body. It wasn't often that you saw Red so focused on something, the last time you saw her this earnest was at the soccer tournament last summer where she had to face off against her ex. 

The man with the megaphone looked past the three of you to Coach Dawsey, who was chewing loudly on three pieces of bubblegum, from metres away you could hear him smacking his lips. Megaphone man held up a thumbs up and a thumbs down to the coach, a subtle way of asking whether our team was set to go.

"Yeah," Dawsey says through a mouthful of gum "We're good to go Marty."

"Huh?" Marty narrows his eyes and cranes his neck forward to get a better look at you coach.

"I said we're good to go, Marty!" Coach shouts, cupping his hands around his cracked lips.

Marty shrugs, megaphone hanging limp by his side while he uses his other hand to tap his ear "I can't hear ya' Steve."

"We are good to go!" He shouts even louder, causing the crowd of Coaches, teachers and students alike to cast him odd glances. 

"You gotta be louder, Steve," Marty addresses Dawsey, ignoring the abundance of spectators silently judging his senility. 

“We are good!”

"What?" Marty holds the microphone back to his mouth "Park County, are all of your racers accounted for?"

"Yes!" You shout, holding two thumbs up high to be sure the old man can see them before gesturing to you, Tolkien, Kyle, and then Red "One, two, three, four."

"I don't see the fourth," Marty shakes his head. "Young lady, you cannot count well."

"The girl with red hair on the vaguely empty track, in a Park County uniform, do you think she's stretching to watch the relay?" You point at your friend who seems completely tuned out along with the few other people warming up. 

Marty says something to a woman with a clipboard then doesn't address you or your team again. It wasn't your first time running the 4x400 though it was the first time without Adam and that thought made you sway a little on your feet. Adam had always been the finisher and now you had replaced that position. 

"Runners two to four please line up with your team, lead runners please find your lane on the track," The woman with the clip board's voice carries effortlessly over the others and almost immediately everyone begins to straighten themselves out. Being behind Tolkien and Kyle you couldn't see directly ahead of you so you awkwardly tilted your head to keep your eyes steadied on Red. 

"Hey," Hudson calls from the line beside you. He's in the middle of two other runners, meaning he'll be running third for his team, he was parallel to Kyle. You grace him with a brief glimpse before focusing your attention back on Red "I'm sorry about my friend, earlier."

"Sick," You tell him without even looking in his direction though both Kyle and Tolkien were keen to pick up on this conversation. 

"Just pretend that never happened."

"Sure."

You really weren't attentive to what Hudson was saying, your mind was elsewhere whereas the two boys in front of you seemed more interested in the exchange, Tolkien had one eyebrow raised while he regarded Hudson. Kyle was however looking at you for any indication that what he was saying mattered to you, your face was unmoving. 

"I-uh, didn't catch your name," Hudson still maintains his crooked smile.

"I didn't throw it."

"That's a good one," He chuckles, rocking back and forth on his heels. You were less interested in him and more interested in the guy behind him who was the one you would be racing against, he was pasty, slim, and tall, maybe a few inches shorter than Tolkien and Kyle though it was hard to tell without him standing next to them. "I just feel like we got off on the wrong foot."

"Yeah," You answer truthfully, asking if you got a nose job wasn't a great opener and bothering you before what you considered the most difficult sprint wasn't aiding his case.

"Maybe I could get your number and we could redo this whole thing?"

"No."

Kyle and Tolkien glance at one another before Tolkien whispers "What's going on?"

"Dude, I don't know," He wasn't entirely sure why this boy was chasing someone clearly uninterested though he may have been one to go for the mean girls. 

"How about if my team ranks higher in the relay, you give me your number," He proposes.

"And when my team ranks higher you'll put a shotgun in your mouth while I watch?" You say with ease. Like usual you were teetering very dangerously on the line between standoffish and obscenely confident.

"You're really funny," Hudson smiles and there was not a single speck of evidence that he took any of that statement poorly.

'What the fuck?' Tolkien mouths with furrowed eyebrows, he couldn't tell whether Hudson was truly self-assured enough not to be bothered with your cold regard or if he was stupid enough to consider it flirting.

"So if I win, I get your number?" He presses for confirmation.

"Yeah, sure, stop talking."

When Hudson finally turns back to his group Tolkien looks past Kyle and at you "You're going to give that guy your number?"

You shake your head "We're not losing to him," You and Kyle manage to say in sync, staring at each other and horror. It always scared you when your words happened to match up with Kyle, as rare as it was, it happened more than you would've liked. 

"Runners, on your mark," Marty's crackly voice sounded out amongst you. The three of you fell silent while you trained your eyes on Red, her muscles tense and ready for the long sprint ahead. She took a deep breath, feeling the cool air fill her lungs, and visualized her lap—every stride, every breath, the smooth curve of the track.

She adjusted herself into the blocks, clutching the orange baton in her right hand while tapping her fingers lightly against the turf. You were glad that you had been given the fifth lane, it would prove to be gentler as opposed to the inner lanes and their sharp turns.

"Get set," He announces and Red angles herself on the starting block, eyes narrowing on the length ahead. Marty holds the air horn to the sky and the very moment it sounds the runners take off. 

Red launched forward with powerful, determined strides, her legs pumping rhythmically as she rounded the first bend. The cheers of spectators blurred into a distant roar as she concentrated on maintaining her speed and form. She was neck and neck with a girl in a bright yellow uniform who took up her pace and passed her. 

You wanted to cheer for Red until your lungs felt like sandpaper but she never paid any attention to the cheering and yelling, just the stretch that she had to cross and the amount she had left. Tolkien shifted forward along with the others taking the second lap of the sprint, the volunteers had been quick to move the starting block out of the way. He took the fifth lane, standing sideways on the curve of the track, he bounced slightly on his feet to stay light.

The final leg of her sprint approached quickly, and Red leaned into it, her body angled perfectly to maintain speed without losing balance. Her breaths were deep and controlled, her focus unbroken. The wind rushed past her ears, carrying the faint cheers of the crowd. She knew the other teams were right behind and ready to swallow her. She neared the handoff zone as two other teams pushed past her narrowly, their bright uniforms a blur past her eyeline. Physically you winced as you watched this. 

Coming into the first handoff, Tolkien was already in motion, his arm extended backward. The baton pass was seamless, a fluid exchange born of countless hours of practice that only one of the two had attended. Tolkien took off like a shot, his long legs eating up the distance. He pushed through the first curve with smooth, even strides, his eyes fixed on the track ahead. His determination was palpable, driving him to push ahead. 

His eyes flicked to the runners behind him, gauging their distance. The rival teams were close, their presence a constant pressure, but Tolkien thrived on it. It pushed him to dig deeper, to find that extra burst of speed. 

The runners taking the third lap were called forward to take their positions, despite not intending to, Kyle looked back at you to see you already staring at the back of his head. "You'll do good," You would deny that you ever said it but in that moment it was what he needed to hear. You let the words simmer between the two of you only for a second before everyone began to inch forward into their new positions. 

"You'll do great," His mouth drew into a thin line, curving upwards so slightly that you would've missed it had he jogged his way to the handoff zone a second sooner. 

You look to the boy now standing alone a few feet away from you, the lanky pale kid that was allegedly faster than Adam. Your mind recovered the memories of every coach and PE teacher you had ever come across telling you that running was a mental game; they meant you needed to train your mind so you could push past your current physical capabilities and achieve new levels of success, something like that. Though you had something else in mind entirely "My grandma just died."

The lanky boy who stood behind Hudson minutes ago looked around to be sure you were talking to him "I'm sorry?"

"Yeah," You let out a long sigh "She was doing well until she tried to crawl over the patio of her retirement home to buy Fireball at the liquor store across the street."

"That sucks, did she hit her head or something?"

"No, she made it over the railing but tripped and broke her hip so she got sent to the hospital without Fireball."

"Oh, I'm-

"And then she got better and was sent back to her retirement home and snuck out again, she made it across the street but they were out of Fireball so she had to buy Jägermeister."

"Jägermeister's good too," He said sheepishly.

"That's what grandma thought before she got hit by a truck crossing the street to get back to her retirement home," You shook your head, feigning melancholy. 

"That's unfortunate."

"No, it's not," You say "She survived getting hit by the truck but it happened to be transporting cashews and grandma's deathly allergic to tree nuts."

He pressed his lips into a thin line, nodding slowly "My dad's allergic to peanuts, that's sad for her."

"Luckily she had her Epi-pen on her and a bystander was able to bring her back from anaphylactic shock."

"Oh?"

"She died a year later from liver failure, she's a terrible drunk, and takes her wig off when she gets tipsy."

"Sorry for your loss-

"Grandma said all she wanted me to achieve in life was to win the 4x400 relay at the Kettle Valley junior track meet," You mustered up your best guilt-tripping look, you weren't sure whether it was working or not but you hoped that your broken nose added sympathy points. Running is a mental game after all.

His eyebrows furrowed "No she did not."

As Tolkien rounded the curve and entered the back straight, he lengthened his stride, his legs a blur of motion. His arms pumped rhythmically at his sides, each swing helping to propel him forward. The strain was building in his muscles, a familiar burn that he welcomed. It meant he was pushing his limits, giving everything he had until he flew past a boy from Northridge leaving two more runners roughly five metres ahead.

The next handoff zone loomed ahead, and Tolkien locked eyes with Kyle, who was already in motion. The coordination had to be perfect. He could see Kyle's hand extended back, ready to receive the baton. Tolkien's focus sharpened, his entire being centred on making a flawless pass.

Kyle felt a surge of adrenaline as Tolkien approached the handoff zone. He began his run, matching his steps to Tolkien's pace, his hand outstretched and steady. The baton was placed firmly into his grip, and without missing a beat, Kyle accelerated down the track. The smooth handoff gave him confidence, and he launched into his leg of the relay with a new determination. As he passed he couldn't help but steal a glance as you stuck up your middle finger to the tall boy beside you who moved on to say he didn't believe your grandma was dead. 

"Stop talking shit about my grandma."

"She's not dead," He said bluntly.

"How would you know? Mabel was really sick in the last year of her life."

"Maybe some of that sickness passed to you." He shrugged. 

You glared at him "Alright, Slim Jim, I'm gonna kick your ass and then shove peanuts down your dad's throat and make you retrieve his Epi-pen through a saw trap."

"Jesus," He uttered. 

While the runners were nearing the midpoint of the track the anchor runners were directed to the final handoff zone. Kyle swung his legs faster than he thought was possible, he was used to endurance running, not the panicky surge of sprints and the anxious feeling of the other teams pulling ahead any moment.

The two ahead were a girl from Summit in a deep blue colour and Hudson, the boy he recognized only as the one who had asked for your number. The one who would be getting your number if he won and that was something that irked Kyle to the point he quickened his strides, chasing down the Cedar Valley boy.

In mere seconds he passed the girl from Summit who was quickly swallowed by another runner and Kyle was feet away from closing the gap with Hudson, His long legs were being put to use. His steady steps pounded in rhythm with the beat of his heart. 

Kyle ignored the way his body ached like someone had set in on fire, he kept his mind focused on pulling past Hudson and his smug crooked grin. He thought the muscles flexing in his calves were ready to give out at any second until he said you at the handoff, eyes steady and unmoving on his panting figure. He glanced to the side at Hudson who was paralleled to him, their strides almost fell in complete sync, each time either sped up so did the other leaving them completely levelled. 

With a nod of your head, Kyle extended the baton forward, his grip firm but ready to release. Your hand met his with perfect timing, and the baton passed smoothly. Kyle felt the slight resistance of the transfer before letting go, ensuring it was secure before he released it.

His part in the race complete, Kyle slowed his pace, his chest heaving with exertion. He turned to watch you take off, his heart swelling in anticipation. The handoff had been perfect, and now it was up to you to bring them home as he and Hudson had reached the handoff at the same time. Kyle jogged off the track, joining Red and Tolkien on the grassy sidelines of the track. 

They were all breathless but exhilarated, their eyes fixed on you. Kyle had no doubt in his mind that you would break the tie and take the lead. 

Your powerful strides ate up the track as you took the baton and surged forward. Every muscle in your body hummed with exertion, the focus was entirely on you and you had no intentions of losing to the lanky boy struggling to match your pace.

Kyle watched as you navigated the back straight, your form perfect and pace relentless. The crowd's noise seemed to swell, a thunderous backdrop to the subtle drama unfolding on the track. Kyle's eyes were locked on you, every step pushing you forward seemed like it didn't phase you though your shaky breath displayed otherwise. 

The final curve approached, and you leaned into it, your speed undiminished and ever-consistent. Kyle could see the strain on your face, the sheer effort it took to maintain such a blistering pace. But there stood the overwhelming urge to win, the finish line was in sight, and you were giving it everything you had.

With the home stretch before you, your strides lengthened, arms swinging with renewed vigour. The other teams were close, but you had a slight edge with the Cedar Valley boy beginning to pass you. Every muscle strained as you forced yourself to push further, moving so fast you felt like you had broken a record.

The tall boy from Cedar Valley was watching you take the final stride across the finish line, barely passing him but still you did so despite catching the turf with the toe of your runner and tumbling, colliding with the track. Your skin burned with bare friction against the turf as you slid, you had made sure to protect your already broken nose, not bothering to rescue your limbs which were previously fine. It may have not been the mightiest of victories but it was still a victory nonetheless. 

You dragged yourself off the ground before anyone could reach you, the skin from your knees and elbows had been scraped a violent shade of red, so raw that spectators visibly watched droplets of blood emerge and pool over the shallow wound. Disregarding the newfound injury, you threw the baton on the ground, sticking the middle finger up to the lanky Cedar Valley boy and then to Hudson "Fuck you!" You smiled brightly. “My grandmas been dead for five years!”

"Yeah, fuck you, her grandmas dead as hell,” Red matched your gesture to the opposing school "Why are we doing this?"

"That's enough," the woman from earlier with the clipboard approached you and the pair of you were quick to drop your hands to your side. Wordlessly she handed blue ribbons to each of you, you slipped yours onto the the safety pin tasked to carry your other ribbons from the day and dangled it in front of Tolkien's face. 

Kyle hangs back and watches you drink in the win, unmoved by the stinging of the scrape of the blood dribbling down your shins like juice from a cherry.

The turf burn hurt far worse when the adrenaline wore off. Sally had misplaced her bag and in doing so held up the bus from departure, a little group of volunteers helped her look for it, a group which you had happily opted out from in exchange for a few extra beats of sleep on the bus. 

You balled your hoodie into a makeshift pillow and wedged it between your head and the window of the bus. It didn't take long for you to succumb to sleep despite the sun still shining brightly. Between the pain medication you had taken for your nose and the absurd amount of cardio you had performed that day, you were beyond thrilled to put your headphones in and close your eyes until sleep washed you over.

"Found it," Sally chuckled awkwardly, holding up her lavender duffle bag as she scuttled onto the already overfilled bus. The little search and rescue group piled onto the bus, shoving themselves into seats though Kyle paused next to the driver's seat. "Are we allowed this many people on a bus?"

"Yuh," Dawsey smacks his lips together "Legally we are allowed seventy-two kids on a school bus."

"Kids?" He asks "Like children?"

"Yuh, that's right."

"We're almost adults."

"No, you're good, sit down."

"It's obscenely crowded in here," His nose wrinkles as hazel eyes rake over the rows of sweaty teenagers.

"For god's sake boy, sit down or we're leaving ya' here," Coach yanks off his baseball cap to use it as a fan for his sweaty face.

Kyle shuffles through the aisle scanning for an open seat. The first he spotted was next to Emily Marx and the second was next to you. He tried to be quick about the decision, I mean you were asleep and Emily talked too much. It wasn't that he preferred either company in particular, he just preferred the silence and landed himself next to you. 

"Anyone missing?" Coach called back, he took the stillness as a no and geared up for the ride. He wasn't the best driver, there were times when Kyle thought he was so upset about Adam's injury that he wanted to drive the remainder of the team off the freeway as revenge for the tragedy. 

As usual, Kyle put his headphones on, ignoring the buzz of chatter from the rest of the team. it was quieter than usual as everyone was so beat, aside from the speed walkers. He was sure you wouldn't be the only one to fall asleep on the hour-long drive. 

The bus rumbled down the highway, the soft hum of the engine blending with the muffled conversations of the other passengers. The late afternoon sun cast a warm, golden glow through the windows, creating patterns of light and shadow on the seats. In the middle of the bus, Kyle reclined into the leather chair while you sunk against the window. His headphones securely in place, the world outside a blur as it whizzed past.

His body was pleasantly tired from the day's exertions, the kind of fatigue that comes from giving your all in competition and having blue ribbons to show for it. His playlist was a mix of his favourite tracks mixed in with some of the pop-punk stuff he begrudgingly listened to as per Stan's request, the music providing a not-so-soothing backdrop to his thoughts.

He replayed the events of the track meet in his mind, the adrenaline of his race still lingering. His muscles ached, but it was a satisfying ache that mingled with the thoughts of smiles lingering a moment too long. 

The bus hit a small bump, jostling him slightly, but he didn't mind. Kyle opened his eyes and glanced around at his teammates. Some were chatting animatedly, still riding the high of their performances. Others, like him, were lost in their own worlds, headphones in, gazing out the windows or dozing off. Coaches sharp turn failed to wake you, only shifting you until you had slumped against him, head uncomfortably digging into his bicep though Kyle didn't dare wake you or shrug you off him. 

He had known you too long to be so childish to make a spectacle over it. Not to mention he made the executive decision to sit next to you.

Still and unwavering Kyle looked at your lulled figure, he couldn't tear his mind away from how serene you looked when you weren't tense with defensiveness and challenge or lying about your grandmother. Then he wondered what you dreamed of that had you looking like you were drifting into eternal bliss. 

You had the occasional sniffling, little twitches and spasms in your face from what he presumed to be caused by the broken bone in the centre of your face as well as the abundance of padding to keep it in place. In his pocket, Kyles phone abruptly buzzes. 

Unknown Number: Heyyy :)

Kyle: ?

Unknown Number: Oh it's Alyssa lol

Unknown Number: From the concession stand

Kyle: How did you get my number?

Unknown Number: ur friend with the broken nose gave it to me

Kyle: oh cool 

Unknown Number: Do you wanna go out in the summer sometime?

His eyes shift from the blue light radiating off the screen of his phone and then to you and you and scraps over your knees, the bandage over your nose, and the half-drunken Powerade he had bought you tucked beneath your arm despite your endless murmuring to Red that you would sooner eat a pack of cigarettes before ingesting anything Kyle bought for you. 

Kyle: No, sorry

Kyle: I’ll be pretty busy this summer

Unknown Number: Oh

Unknown Number: that sucks 

Unknown Number: I thought we hit it off 

Kyle: Sorry

A/N: sorry for lack of updates, I’ve been on vacation. Got home from Greece at three am last night! Missed you guys lol

[prettypinkporkchop]

Welcome,

my lovely Porkchops! My inbox is ALWAYS open. I absolutely adore you all!

Lists of things I'll write:

TWILIGHT IS THE MAIN GO TO (any character)

Sleep token (all members)

5sos (all members)

True blood (all characters)

Buffy the vampire slayer (all characters ESPECIALLY WILLOW)

Sturniolo (Chris and Matt. Nick is gay you girl, chill)

I may add more!!!!

Smut, angst, fluff -YOU PICK!!!

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[tisthekatseason]

united by fate but separated by life

[jewbeloved]

🍬 Halloween in South Park 🎃

Warning: Uh none?

Gender: Neutral

Note: Happy Halloween everyone! Here's a scenario of you celebrating Halloween with everyone you care about. 🧡🧡🎃🎃

Celebrating Halloween is like celebrating any other holiday. But here in south park. Chao, weirdness, and maybe even funny things happen here and Halloween in south park is bound to have weird shit going on.

Everyone has on their costumes and whatnot. Everyone is going around trick or treating for candy, handing out candy or just simply staying indoors.

You were one of the trick or treaters. You always go hunt for candy with your friends. The main four guys, and the rest of your classmates. You were in your room getting dressed in (Your Halloween costume) that you didn't even hear the door bell ringing.

You realize that the boys were here. You ran out of your room and opened the door to see them in their Halloween costumes.

"Hey guys! Nice costumes you got there!".

"Thanks (Name)! We love your costume as well!".

"Okay, now can we go trick or treating before all the losers get the best candies?!". You giggled at Cartman's impatience.

"Alright alright, Let's go trick or treating!". Before you and the boys left, you were also greeted by Craig and the others. After them was Wendy and Bebe. You were surprised but also excited.

"Hey (Name), we also want to go trick or treating with you too!". Wendy said excitedly while Cartman rolled his eyes at her comment.

You all agreed to go trick or treating together. Going from door to door collecting candies in your buckets. Halloween wasn't all just about the candy wasn't it? It was also about spending time with the people you care about. Everyone has their own definitions on holidays....but they all end up spending the holiday with someone or by themselves....

You always treasure each moment you spend with everyone. Nothing makes you more happier than this. By the time you knew it, your bucket was already full!

"Sorry guys! My bucket is completely full of candy! You'll have to collect the rest without me." You announced nervously.

"Huh? does that mean you won't come with us to anymore doors?".

"You can take my other bucket (Name)! I brought an extra one because....well- you don't need to know the reason okay?!". Tweek shakenly handed you his extra bucket and you thanked him with a smile.

"Thanks Tweek!". Your hands were now occupied, with one bucket that is full and one that is empty. You asked Timmy if he could hold your full bucket and he happily nodded.

This trick or treating has been going smoothly for no? Well it's not always promised that there won't be any drama happening. Cough cough Cartman....

Clyde suggested that you all could go to the haunted house that was set up at the school. Everyone except you eyed Clyde with an unimpressed look. They knew he would start crying as soon as he gets spooked by something creepy.

"I'm not going to cry this time on Halloween again guys!".

"Sure you won't Clyde...you big cry baby". Cartman snickered before being nudged in the shoulder by you.

Clyde ended up pissing his pants in the end and you comforted him from the embarrassment.

As the clock was about to strike midnight. Everyone was too tired to continue trick or treating. You all said your goodbyes to each other and gave Timmy a hug for holding your candy bucket before waving him off as well.

That was the best Halloween you ever had and you're lucky to be able to spend it with your loved ones.🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

I hope everyone has a nice Halloween and gets a lot of candy! Make sure to brush your teeth and don't get cavities!

[zylie]

this account is just for cats and dark fanfics. Minors DNI. 🔞🔞🔞

[newkatzkafe2023]

Can you do the monkey sleep deity reader story but with the original genders of the Sun Wukongs?

(Lmk Wukong) Man, you can not tell me he doesn't have nightmares every night, especially with what was going on with Mk and the world being constant in danger, the final straw being heaven's constant Bs. The his mental health was Severely damaged until he met you in his sleep, a beautiful female monkey with sleepy smile and he was immediately hooked. Every night you would come to dispell his nightmares with yout Vanilla scented mist and he would look love drunk. Though you come and cuddle with him too laying your head on his chest, as you sing soft lullabies and just shower him with love and affection Wukong would have to control himself around you. Wanting to mate, date, and marry you so bad he spend everyday and every night looking for you, until he found you in the outskirts of the city sleeping in a old treehouse. Where he courtnap you and brought his lovely sleepheart back to FFM.

(MKR Wukong) He tends to have nightmares about the celestial war and his old humiliating job and all the other bad stuff that happened to him. When he met you in his nightmare everything change and the cold prison became a cozy grassfeild, where he would join you for some quality time. You both would lay on Dream clouds having personal heart to heart conversations, or he would just listen to your soft sleepy voice speak and mumble music to his ears. The Vanilla scented mist did wonders for us sore muscles, as he lays there with you rubbing his chest gently. Then came your heavenly love lullaby songs, Wukong had fallen under your spell and need to have you now. So during the journey he secretly went to find you and one night there you were sleeping on the beach by a village. He wasted no time courtnapping his little sleep heart😴

(NR Wukong) He tries to repress his trauma fuel nightmares, but this one was very intense and tried so hard to fight the unshed tears. Then you came in one night and your beauty and powers had him speechless, It was like as soon as you got here everything in the world was alright again. Every night when you destroy the nightmares you come to comfort him and wipe the pain filled tears away, as you snag soft lullabies. Wukong had got to have you especially with your beautiful sleepy smile and your never ending compassion and patience freely giving him affection. When he woke up especially feeling refreshed he used whatever connections and resources he has to find you in person, and he found you sleeping in a cheap motel. Ohhhhhhhhhh that just won't do my sleepheart, as he courtnaps you home and gives you some sleepy loving of his own starting on your lips💋

(HIB Wukong) With his life, paranoia, and trauma stressing the hell out of him, and his nightmares would be pure hell. That was until one night. His nasty nightmare was dispelled by a sleepy, beautiful female monkey, showing compassion and worry for him. He took a while to open up but with your subtle persistence like singing lullabies and gentle cuddles that would bring a blush to his face, especially when you would fall asleep with your paw in his.....um pants. Though you grew on him so fast with your lovely soft body, your drowsy voice, and your sweet scented vanilla extract Fur. Wukong was an addict and he won't be ashamed about it. Which is why the next morning He took it upon himself to get ready to search and courtnap you, which didn't take to long because his sleep heart was napping in a tree🥰

(Netflix Wukong) You met one night when a particular nightmare, bought him to vulnerability and tears. When he saw you he tried to put his walls back up but you were already singing a lullaby so sofly to him, and he found himself bawling his eyes out but he strangely felt better afterwards. Wukong found himself being more and more vulnerable and open with you, all the mental and emotional wounds suddenly didn't hurt as much as he remembered. You lovely voice, having no judgment, no hatred just a soft lullaby just for him. He would be in a state of daze as you smothered him in affection, cuddles, and compassion. Giving him plenty of kisses as well, but one time you fell asleep on his chest after a particularly intense mating session. He made the decision to courtnap you and bring you back home, He found his little sleepheart sleeping in the grass.

(BMW Wukong) Wukong seems to be the type to Sometimes have dark thoughts about the past, and it would rarely effect his future. Wukong has many regrets and with those reminders comes the horrible nightmares, but then those nightmares get dispelled by you. Wukong's jaw dropped as he got a look at you a fluffy sleepy female monkey, smelling of sweet Vanilla, immediately needed to get his paws on you. It happened every night Wukong would have you rub his chest muscles as you sing him a soft tune from those luscious lips of yours, not to mention your cuddles God he has never felt so relaxed. Also your kindness and your compassion, and your affectionate self, Wukong made a decision to courtnap you now. He found you after searching 5 villages sleeping on your nimbus cloud, as he woke you up with a kiss between your soft hips making your moan gently. Ohhhhhhhhhh Wuwu😴🥰☺️

(Destined one) The destined one rarely gets scared or has nightmares but when he does he's not going back to sleep for the rest of the night, one participant nightmare plagued him mentally but soon you came in and destroyed it. Then came down to bring comfort and care to him, the destined one thought you weren't real at first but your godly Presence came in his subconscious every night and join him. You both would exchange quiet secrets and sweet sleepy whispers, either from your lullabies or his quiet deep chirps. You would fall asleep listening to his heartbeat and he would sleep to the sounds of your soft breathing, Man imagine having the honeymoon before the wedding. Which is why the destined one went to find you during his journey, and there you were sleeping by the river where he awoken you with a sweet gentle kiss for his sleepheart. You would open your eyes giving him a warm smile reaching your sleepy eyes, as your courtnapped away by him.

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[violaeuphoria]

Looks like our winner is Kyle!

I will be posting all of the characters social medias within the next few days.

Also, I’m currently in between having them in high school (17-18) or in college (20s). So, here’s a new poll! Please vote on which one you prefer! <3

[maleoventlover]

Who wants to be on the tag list for future posts?

Seems like my monster x reader posts are my most popular. Do you guys wants more or any other scenarios? Put them in the comments.

[oatmealthighs]

-`♡´- plug!eren x blackfem!reader

ᯓᰔ contents: nsfw 18+, MDNI. reader indulges 🍃, eren is overprotective, public sex, maybe semi public? idk. daddy/mama usage. might be some slightly toxic dynamics. but nothing too serious. rushed ending cus i suck at endings 💔 a sequel full of fluff will be coming soon out of this.

ᯓᰔ author's note: omg i haven't posted in like months. but anyways what would i be without dropping the token plug!eren drabble. nothing too crazy, just some bathroom sex. also there are instances where there are texts but i got too lazy and didn't bother making texts out of them mwahahahaaa sorry in advance. this is barely proofread and not my best so if there are mistakes i am sorry. requests are open! also look out for a tengen x reader x wives fic coming really soon. like this week soon

the feeling of your phone buzzing in the back pocket of your true religion jeans whisked your attention away from the pearled blunt you had pinched between your fingers.

your glossy lips curled into a little smirk, your acrylics clicking at the keyboard of your screen.

you've been pushing eren's cute lil buttons all night. honestly all day... but you didn't feel bad for making him sweat. he's been trying you as of late.

you and eren were supposed to be spending some quality time together last night, and he was specifically supposed to be over your place by no later than 8:00. you had the whole shabang... bath and body works candle burning out, led lights on and set to the color purple, some of his favorite snacks and some dinner and dessert you had wrapped up for him that you had made earlier. you were planning on watching a show with him, giving him a scalp massage while he played his playstation that he always brought whenever he came over, and give him the best head he's ever received that night before riding him into the sunset, but all those plans went soiled. 8:00 came, and on the dot he had sent a text message about him having to go make a few more drop offs, then he'd come to you. 8 turned to 9, then 10:30, then 1... fucking... AM.

was it fucked up you didn't answer the door when he came knocking finally? kinda, but the guilt didn't last long when you thought about how he practically stood you up.

eren was a popular plug on the university you attended. you knew friday is usually the day that people were trying to cop, given it was majority people's payday and the weekend, but you were hoping that he would close up shop early just this one time for you. his clientele would live-- there were plugs by the dozen on campus. but eren knew wasn't none of them fucking with his shit. you weren't sure what other outcome you were expecting. he never turned his head away from possible income.

eren already knew he fucked up, but he knew ultimately in the end it was going to be worth it. the extra money was going to go into play towards his proposal to ask you to be his girlfriend, and no amount of your anger was going to get that out of him. he was prepared to keep his mouth shut, throw away the key, and take his lashings like a man. so when he was met with radio silence, he was flabbergasted.

when he pulled up to your crib and didn't get an answer from him knocking on your door and calling your phone, he figured you fell asleep and resulted in retreating to his abode. the next morning, when he woke up to find that you didn't respond to his apology texts from last night, it made him sit up in his bed and squint at his phone with crust-ridden eyes.

no response? it was so unlike you. usually you would respond with a barrage of text messages stating your feelings, or at the very least he'd get a passive-aggressive dry text from you. but to be met with nothing at all made his gut twist in a disgustingly vexing way.

he rubs at his temples, sending you a "good morning baby" text before opening the safari app and going to the local floral shop's delivery site.

later that afternoon, eren's sitting in his blacked out durango when he receives email confirmation that the flowers have been delivered, the low hum of the strong engine the only thing somewhat soothing his frazzled nerves. he made sure to get your favorite, and tried to ask them to incorporate your favorite color as much as possible.

he checks your location as he hits his blunt, releasing the smoke from his mouth and inhaling it through his nostrils. he already knows your home, having your schedule downpack. and you were. so why didn't you say anything about the flowers? did you not like them? he sends you a text, saying, "i sent you some flowers," staring at the screen and awaiting your response.

yess, you know he sent you flowers, and you loved them. you had gasped when you found them on your porch, bright and vibrant in color and smelling so freshly sweet. you had already cut the stems and put them in some warm water in a lovely vase. you almost wanted to text eren, to tell him how much you loved them and thank you, but the strong annoyance you had from last night still lingered. with a twist of your lips you disregarded your phone on the kitchen counter, humming a tune as you moved about the kitchen to prepare you a nice lunch.

eren releases a defeated sigh as he puts his jay out, not even in the mood to smoke anymore. mopily, he clicks off his phone, shifting his gear to drive to make more plays.

he spends the rest of the day pondering ways to possibly pull a conversation from you, and a lightbulb flickers in his head when he recalls you saying you were running low on weed. eren always gives you gas free of charge, one of the special privileges that comes with being his favorite girl. he opens his phone to text you again.

doechii's expressive voice flows through your speaker at a volume level most would call excessive. but you didn't care. anything to drown out the annoying pensive thoughts of eren's sexy little face. "i ain't a killer but don't push me, don't wanna have to turn a nigga guts into SOUP BEANS!" no, really, doechii.

your phone vibrates on your vanity as you rummage through your closet for a cute outfit to wear tonight, striding over to your phone with nimbleness. you figured it'd be hitch, since you and her were accompanying each other to the kickback tonight and she was asking either what time you wanted to go or what you were wearing. your hypothesis was proven incorrect when you saw eren's name on your notification wall instead. just him asking if you wanted to him to drop off some more weed for you.

your heart twinged ever-so-softly at the thought of you ignoring your baby. you missed him. it was embarrassing to say this was the longest you went without talking to him. but how would he know you were serious if you just gave in now?

you wanted to respond and tell him you were cool. hitch was bringing the weed tonight. but you refrained, if anything that would get him all the more riled up. eren doesn't like you smoking others weed, his reasoning being he doesn't "trust their product." he was so sexy when he was protective. you remember when you told him you copped from someone else when he had to go off campus for a little bit to see his family, and he spent a half hour inspecting it on the scale with his phone flashlight.

eren let out an irritated growl after constantly checking his phone for 10 minutes, still no reply from you in his notifications. he wanted to tell you you were dragging it, but he knew you weren't. you had every right to be pissed with him given he had promised you this quality time and swore he would make time for you. you were never a stickler for too much attention, but with eren always on the run it was easy for him to neglect you. he's been getting better at it though. until last night.

connie's name flashes across eren's phone screen. he slides the answer button right and lets his car sync the call to the radio. "yo."

"what's good, man. you coming to the kickback tonight? it's gonna be at jean's place." eren rolls his neck until he hears it pop. he knows you'll be there.

"yeah, i might come. today's been slow. don't got nothin' else to do."

"damn, i know that voice. what'd you do this time?"

eren weakly chuckles at connie's intuition. "what can i say, business was booming like crazy last night. we were supposed to hang out but my phone just kept ringing."

connie let out a long sigh over the line. "typical eren, never knows when to close shop." he pauses. "you know you're the asshole, right?"

"yeah," eren groans, shutting his car off and putting his phone on speaker. "i know. i plan on making it up to her."

"yeah, how? surely not with some weed and dick." connie snorts. "[name]'s a nice girl, you plan on locking it down with her anytime soon? i see the way floch be looking at her."

"he wouldn't dare," eren denies, the simple thought of it just making his eye twitch. while you and eren weren't official, basically everyone in the friend group and the vicinity knew y'all were on each other bad. but some assholes just didn't respect boundaries. he noticed floch's gaze would linger on you a little longer than he deemed appropriate. how they would trail your body. he noticed the way his cheeks would blush when you would speak to him in passing or make small talk.

"i dunno, man," connie instigated, smugness in his voice. "but, bring a quarter with you. it's on me, i'm gonna zelle you."

"just send me $50." eren and connie exchange a few last words before they end the call, leaving eren in silence as he stares at the gray wall of the parking garage he was parked in. he didn't know what he was gonna do about you.

eren always tended to look the sexiest when you were mad at him, or he was upset with you. he always would wear his hair down, taupe tresses brushing his broad shoulders. he'd always wear a black tee and some baggy sweatpants that always had you imagining what it was he had underneath. it was nothing you haven't seen, but it was always a pleasant surprise.

you felt your defiance wavering when he and all is glory walked in to jean's house, high as fuck. you swore you could smell his ysl cologne from across the room.

"you okay girl?" sasha questions, her eyebrows pinching in concern as she leans into your eyesight. you blink your mascara coated lashes, giving her a smile.

"yeah, my man just walked in. he always looks so good when im pissed at him."

"it's a trap. don't fall for it." hitch scoffs, her hazel eyes trained on the blunt she was busy rolling. her thighs were squeezed together to keep her carebear rolling tray in place. "don't even look his direction."

"i forget hitch is such a hard-ass. how does marlo manage," ymir jokes. historia chuckles, her head resting against her girlfriend's broad shoulder.

as their conversation goes on, your eyes can't help but find eren again through the decent amount of people crowding the bottom floor of the house, watching him interact with connie and hand him a bag of what you assumed to be cannabis. his turquoise eyes cut across the room, and you know he's looking for you. you look away before any eye contact can happen. when you feel eyes burn into your skin, you know he spots you.

the night involves you acting as if he doesn't exist, keeping your back turned and acting like you're too busy to acknowledge your phone notifications. when you finally light the blunt hitch pearled, you know eren texts you asking where did you get that. you chuckle to yourself as your thoughts were confirmed when you snuck a peek at your phone.

eren feels anger welling in his body as he watches you from a safe distance, lounging against the wall and his eyes never leaving you. you knew what you were doing at this point. wearing them jeans that made your ass sit so perfect and a crop top that teased at your skin and your belly button piercing. your hair was in curls, and your glittery lip gloss shone in the low light of the room. he knew you probably had on his favorite perfume too. that vanilla one he loved so much.

"just go talk to her dude," connie yells over the aggravatingly loud jersey mixed song that was booming through the surround sound, his words slightly slurred from the drink he's been sipping on. eren furrows his thick brows as he hits his spliff, watching the tip burn bright orange as he shuts his eyes for a moment. "and you better hurry. i think tonight's the night floch makes his move."

"connie, shut the fuck up." eren's tone is firm and warning as he feels the vein in his neck rising to the surface of his skin. he finally opens his eyes, glancing at you, and what he sees makes his stomach cave and everything around him turn red.

floch, with his ugly fucking haircut and that ugly dangling earring had the audacity to be all up in your glory, smiling sheepishly as you were saying something to him. he doesn't know what you were saying, your back was to him, but the way your head swayed and your hands were moving he knew you were talking.

honestly eren was never this defensive of someone before. maybe it was your constant insistence of you being fine on your own. "boy, i'm grown," you'd say to him. it only made his instinct to protect you grow stronger.

he knew well you could handle your own. but how fucking dare him?! it's like floch was begging for an ass whooping!

he wasn't actually. he was begging for you to send him the homework answers for your chem class. "not gonna lie floch, i haven't even looked at that shit yet," you admit with a shrug, your lips pulled into a friendly smile.

floch groans as he rubs the back of his neck. "i'm for sure gonna flunk that class. i might just say fuck it and retake it next year."

"not if i can help it," you interject, furrowing your brows. "we pass together, we fail together. i'll send you the answers on groupme tomorrow when i finish."

floch pumps his fist. "man, you're the fucking best, [name]. if you weren't in there i dunno what i'd–"

a hard body brushes past floch, harshly and intentionally slamming his shoulder into theirs. "hey, man, what the–"

you smell eren before you see him, wearing that delicious cologne that's stained into your bed sheets. you look up to find him looking down at you, fire in his sea green irises as he glares at you.

you feign oblivion, lifting an eyebrow at him. "hey," you speak first.

"why haven't you been responding to my texts." his voice is curt, but still soft nonetheless. you feel your girls looking at you intently to see how you were going to play this.

"been busy, sorry," you respond, not sounding much too apologetic.

eren cuts his eyes to the right to see floch still standing there, much to his distaste, a look of confusion plastered across his face. "you need somethin'?" he asks him, a foreign, cutting edge to his question.

"i was just trying to ask her about the homework, dude," floch bites back defensively, taking the smallest step back.

your dainty hand trails up to grab eren's forearm, your soft, irreplicable touch quelling his aggravation. you swear you could feel his taut muscles relax at your contact, knowing he was probably deprived. so dramatic.

"eren, calm down," you reprimand him gently, but sternly. you gave floch an apologetic glance. "sorry, floch. see you tuesday."

floch nods, his auburn eyebrows creased in the middle as he glanced at eren, then back at you, before departing. in tandem, you let go.

"what's your problem," you seethe, but not loud enough for your friends to hear. "you damn near made that boy shit his pants."

eren sucked his teeth, closing his eyes to roll them as he clenched his jaw. "why are you ignoring me, [name]," his low voice is strained, constricting his internal anger to the best of his ability. his high was blown, the music was too loud, you smelled and looked too good, it was all too much.

you place a hand on your hip, your beautiful eyes passive, but holding a glint of hurt behind them. "just collect your breath. i don't wanna talk about it here... even though you know what the problem is-"

"yo, [name], wanna hit this again?" saved by the bell.

"yes, pleaseeee," you drawl. you turn on heels, but not before telling eren, "i'll see you later."

shortly after eren departed to god knows where, and you got high as hell, was when you received that text. and you don't know if it was the marijuana making you fuzzy and horny, the growing urge to just be in his arms, or what, but you complied.

as you brushed and weaved between drunken bodies, you couldn't subdue the underlying feelings of anxiety that swelled in your chest. you didn't know what to expect. but you knew one thing for certain, you were gonna give eren a piece of your mind tonight.

when you finally made it to the bathroom door, you released a breath you didn't even realize you were holding, shaking yourself of your jittery nerves before your knuckles rapped against the hollow wood of the door.

it wasn't even three seconds before eren cracked the door, and before you could say anything, you were yanked in.

you squealed at his presentation of strength, the butterflies in your stomach downward-diving straight to your core. "well, damn! what happened to hello? how are you?!"

eren ignored your playful reprimanding, instead using the time to soak and drink you in. you were so pretty, fussing at him like that. the way your glossy lips twisted as you spoke on about nothing relevant, the way your hair swayed with every movement you made. every muscle in his body urged him to kiss you, breathe you in.

"whatcha call me in here for? it's hot as hell..." you murmured, leaning against the cool wood of the door in attempt to catch your breath.

eren was quiet as he loomed on the opposite side of the bathroom, half-lidded cyan eyes carefully trained on you. you lifted your eyebrows with a shake of your head, prompting him to go on, your arms crossed against your glittery chest. "you're so pretty," he hums, a side smirk playing at his lips, showing his pretty white teeth that you wish you were nibbling on you just about right now.

"can't smooth-talk your way out of everything, eren," you resisted with a strain in your voice, turning to face the mirror to the left of you instead of him. "i'm still upset with you."

"rightfully so," eren agrees, slowly closing the distance between the two of you, backing you against the cool oak wood of the bathroom door. "'m sorry baby, you know i love spending time with you more than anything in this world–"

"i beg to differ," you interject. eren rests his eyes as he clenches his jaw, withholding a sigh. "all i asked was that you put me first for one night... and you couldn't even do that."

"baby, listen to me." eren's large hand engulfs yours, the warmth of his palm spreading through your limbs like wildfire. "words can't even begin to express how deeply sorry i am. i know i fucked up... i know. but, i had reason i've been wanting to work a lot more often as of late." he pauses. he couldn’t possibly pop his question in a bathroom at connie’s party. you’d hate him ten times more than you already do in his moment.

you cock your brow, looking up at him through those pretty lashes that framed your eyes so well. “i’m waiting, eren.”

he sucks in a deep breath, making the sound he usually makes when he’s about to say something you don’t like. “just… trust me. okay?”

that was enough to make you head for the door, reaching out to twist at the knob before he grabs at your wrist. “man, move,” you mutter, over the bullshit. you were over it all: the lies, the empty promises. and you were especially over being crowded in this bathroom with him, because you felt your resolve faltering with each passing second you remained in his presence. you felt like an animal resisting every primal instinct and bone in your body, begging you to let him touch you. it was borderline pathetic.

“you aren’t going anywhere, [name].” he meant that in more ways than one.

“how much you wanna bet?”

the frustrated glint in his aquamarine eyes and the knit in his thick brows made your knees give.

“ummm, have you guys seen [name]?” hitch asks after a good thirty minutes fly by since you first departed the group, skating her eyes around the living room with a quizzical glance.

ymir snorts. “you already know she ran off with that boy,” she exhaled the smoke she was holding in her chest out towards the ceiling, running her long fingers through historia’s golden locks. “wouldn’t be surprised if she already dipped off with him.”

not quite. instead, you and eren were still in the bathroom, your ass on the bathroom counter and your head resting against the mirror as eren was crouched before you, low to the ground as he slurped at your pussy like a man starved. he looks up at you from his place between your thighs, tongue flicking at your swollen clit before taking it into his mouth to suck on it whole. you let out a breathy, high pitched moan, your eyes rolling behind your closed eyelids as eren gazed up at you with hearts in his eyes. you were always so fucking beautiful, whether you were mad at him, grinning at him, or cumming for him.

“fuuuck, i think i’m bouta cum again,” you whimper, your eyebrows pinched as your orgasm brewed at a slow boil within the pit of your stomach. you already left your mark all over the marble sink, leaking down your thighs, and all over eren’s chin. but when was that ever enough to satiate his thirst?

“do it, baby,” he breathes, french kissing your pussy before speaking again. “you know i want it.”

“get it outta me, then,” you retort, a sexy simper pulling at your lips, and the darkened glare he have you through heavy eyelids made your pussy squeeze.

his big hands grip your thighs, blunt nails digging in your skin as he begins rocking your lower body up and down, sliding his long tongue from between your pussy lips to your ass with each bounce. you let out a squeal of surprise, your pink toes wriggling as he just kept doing it, over and over and over. you hear him, moaning with each stride, reveling in the saccharine taste of you. his dick felt like it was bouta break, restricted to his boxer briefs, and he felt the sticky precum leaking on his thigh. he needed to fuck you. but he always prioritizes you over all.

your orgasm bust inside you, your pussy profusely contracting as your juices coated eren’s face. “fuck, yeah,” he encourages in you, his voice in a low growl of satisfaction. he didn’t stop, cleaning you up and slurping your pussy clean. you flinched as he left a final loving kiss to your aching clit, and he chuckled as he stood to his feet. your eyes couldn’t help but look at his crotch, you couldn’t help but smirk at the prominent tent of his stiff dick being held hostage in his sweatpants. “turn around for me. i want you to see me fuck you.”

you slid off off the counter, ringing your panties off the ankle they were hanging on to, before turning around, leaning against the sink and arching your back. you looked back at him, gazing at him tauntingly. “whatchu waiting for?”

“cool it,” he warns you playfully, his thumbs hooking into the bands of his sweats. "don't bite off more than you can chew."

"i've had mouthfuls of you. i promise you i can chew."

"look at the mirror."

you turn back forward, looking at eren in the reflection. he was so pretty, his hickory locks tousled around yet still framing his face beautifully. his bottom lip was pinched between his teeth as he shifts his pants to fall below his knees before rolling his briefs down his thighs. he lifts his tshirt up, showcasing his tan abs that had a slight shimmer of perspiration as he readies the head of his dick at your opening. then, with steady hips and a deep breath, he pushes forward.

him putting his cock inside of you was such an irreplicable feeling, you don't know how to explain it. to feel his girth stretching you, giving you a burn that was so deliciously good, always made your head spin. you whine, pushing your ass back just a little bit to help eren bottom out in you. he cusses under his breath, grounding himself with a hand on your ass cheek as his pelvis met flush against your tailbone.

you felt his dick twitching inside you, and you couldn't help but let out a satisfied moan as you let your head drop against your arms folded over the sink. eren grit his teeth, his jaw clenching as he tries to regain his composure. you were so warm, so wet, so greedy judging by the way your pussy squeezed him like a vice. any sudden movements and he was bound to nut in you.

suddenly, the bathroom knob jiggles, followed by pounding against the door. you jump, your muscles stiffening as fear tickled at your tummy. eren hisses, his nails digging crescents in your cocoa buttered skin at you tightening around him. "uh, anyone in there? i gotta piss!" connie. what are the fucking odds.

"uhh, give me a few minutes!" you yell, your voice uncharacteristically shrill from your newborn anxiety as you looked back at eren with wide eyes. "maybe we should-"

you were shut up with one, heavy stroke, eren almost completely unsheathing himself before bottoming out in you again. your words died in your throat, replaced with a gasp.

"uh, okay...?" the end of connie's okay drawls up in the end. "wait, [name], is that you? are you straight in there?"

"yes... fuck, yes!" you sputter out, squeezing your eyes shut as eren picks up his speed a bit, but not his power. he was gonna do you a favor and not fuck you too dumb in here. he wants you to at least have some chance of walking out of here on your own two feet. "i'm fine!"

"okay, okay! i'll just go upstairs." after a few seconds, you hear connie shifting away, but that genuinely wasn't your main focus. eren was rolling his hips, making sure the tip of his dick hit that sweet spot that made you sing with every. single. thrust. your head was down, resting against the counter, your eyes stuck in the back of your head as you took every inch of him with grace. your moans were mere whimpers, trying your best to muffle them with the inside of your arm.

eren sees his phone vibrate from his place on the hanging shelf beside him, and he smirks to himself when he takes a brisk glance at the banner:

convict: [name]'s in the bathroom. she didnt sound too great so u should prolly check in on her

eren groans under his breath, leaning forward to mold his abdomen against the curvature of your spine. that motion was enough to make him feel like he was touching your stomach. "what are you doing?" he purrs, flicking his tongue out to lick at the shell of your ear. he feels you shiver, your shoulders shuddering as a sex-soaked cry escaped your lips. "i said i want you to watch me fuck you. why are you hiding that pretty face?"

you had nothing but a pathetic moan to offer as a response, and he scoffed to himself, a smirk curling at his lips. he stands straight, both of his hands settling at your lovehandles as he begins sending you to poundtown. the impact of his hips against your ass was loud, and there was no doubt that if anyone came to the door they would hear you getting the shit fucked out of you. "be a big girl, mama," he muses. his hand reaches for your curls, gripping your tresses to pull your head up and back. you squealed, your eyebrows pinching at the burning sensation. you mustered up the courage to flutter your eyes open to be met with the godly sight of your man, looking down at you throw those thick eyelashes, his cheeks tinting pink from the overwhelming heat of the small, crammed space. " watch me while i fuck you."

his wish is your command as you watch him through teary eyes, licking your lips at the feeling his hand snaking up the arch of your spine to come around and grip your chin. the pads of his fingers rest on your cheeks, slightly squeezing as he snaps his hips against you from behind. his eyes are boring into you, clouded by lust with a hint of adoration, watching the way your face contorts into pleasure-ridden expressions. he's watching the way your plump lips wrap around his thumb, the way your titties bounce with every deep thrust and threaten to spill out your victoria's secret bra and tank top, the way that fat ass jiggled and made waves every time he drilled his dick in you. you were perfect. from your pretty face, to your loving heart that had a padlock with his initial on it, to your gushing pussy that would squirt all over him just for him.

"this pussy is so perfect," eren hums, looking down in awe as he watches the way you cream and squeeze on his shaft. "it's like it was made just for me. was it, baby? this is just my pussy, right?"

"you know that, daddy," you slur, feeling your orgasm coming to a head. you were so ready to release, your pussy just aching to cum. you hear him give a chuckle, his hips speeding up in tandem.

"i think you're ready to cum now. i want it all on my dick. can you do that for me, princess? or is that too much to ask of you?"

but before you could even muster a response, it was as if a tsunami hit your pussy, because the way your juices sprayed against his upper thighs was a damn shame. eren lets out a moan of appreciation, biting his lip as he lets your orgasm ride out and coat his dick. he gives your ass a few appreciative cracks, making you tighten around his cock until you managed to collect your breath.

eren slowly begins unsheathing himself from you, his dick still solid as concrete but he honestly wasn't concerned with getting his own nut off right now. after all, this wasn't going to be the last time he was to be in you tonight. as soon as he takes you back to his place, he was gonna fuck you through the mattress and the bedframe.

"girl, there you are! you've been missing for like, an hour!" you bumped into hitch on your way towards the front door, eren being your guide but you squeezed his hand to let him know to stop. she shifts her eyes to him, then looks back at you with an "oh-i-see" look. "you headed home?"

"yeah, eren's gonna take me."

"okay, be safe," hitch adjusts your shirt, tugging the top hem over the shadows of your peeking bra. "call me when you get in."

"she will." eren assures hitch, and she nods, the two of you slipping away from the crowd and going off into the night.