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sunbleachedfl13s · 14 days ago

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Your Alcoholism has Summoned a Vampire

(remmick x fem reader) (part 3/5)

BIG TW + cw: very mentally unstable reader, non-glamorizing depictions of add1ction and depression, manipulation, dubious consent, remmick is a massive loser, reader is a massive bitch, no mentions of race, allusions to hero1n use (nonconsensual consumption), the fucking opium war, remmick is a disgrace to all of Ireland, abus1ve parent figure

a/n: i was in a very silly mood while writing this and i think you can tell. anyway, NEW TAGS IN THIS ONE PLEASE READ THEM, the story is finally getting to where i wanted it to be. i have to say every line of dialogue in the remmick voice before i type it to make sure it sounds natural so i may be going insane. anyway, hope yall like it lmkkk >:)

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He chuckles again, as he looks at you from the other side of the threshold, darkening your doorway like something ancient you’d ought to be scared of. And last night, though you didn’t dare show it, you absolutely were.

But tonight, as he stands before you once again, you find, strangely, that you aren’t.

“How am I supposed to believe a goddamn word you're tellin’ me?” You say, taking great effort to keep only the bitter sarcasm in your tone, draining any hits of your attraction from your voice.

“Here, I can show ‘ya.”

As he says this, your vision begins to slide out of focus. You look at him, lingering in the doorway, waiting, and your eyes begin to pulsate. Endorphins prickle up your arms like radio static. Your body seems to slow as a sybaritic fog clouds your mind, muting all your pain receptors, and a wave of indescribable pleasure washes over you. It’s everywhere, you realize, as you hold a hand out before your face, a golden exhilaration running through every artery, oozing from your every pore. Pain dissolves into a distant memory as serenity overtakes your mind, leaving you in a foggy, empty headed delirium. Whatever this was, it felt good, amazing. Better than anything you’d ever felt. Just the thought of experiencing anything else, anything besides the pure euphoria flooding your every vein right now, why, it made you want to-

“...let me in…”

Hold on…

“...Let me in…”

This wasn’t right…

“…Just let me inside…”

Something was terribly wrong, and as you strain through the shadow of dreamlike mist around your mind, it all comes back to you.

You see yourself, or rather, what used to be you, from your altered perspective. Your body lies limp, slumped against your doorframe, your blown out pupils nearly rolled back in their sockets, and a glob of drool leaking from your mouth. The man, if you could even call him that anymore, grins, all fangs and malice as he asks your semiconscious body once more,

“Are ya’ gonna let me in?”

You watch in utter horror as your body, in its drunken haze, raises its head to nod in agreement.

No. No, you couldn’t let him in. You claw yourself out of his intoxication, tearing through the clouds of euphoria back into reality. You come to with a guttural gasp, nails digging into the wooden doorframe on both sides of you as you drag yourself out of the influence.

“Huh,” he says, “Well that doesn’t usually happen.”

You turn to him, an anger like no other erupting from you, as you scream. “WHAT IN THE HELL WAS THAT? Did you fuckin’ drug me or somethin’?!?” You yell so loud that your voice comes out in a scratchy rasp, nearly spitting in his face with pure rage.

“W-What?” He asks, a shocked, dopey, kicked dog sort of look upon his face as he takes a step backward, hands raised defensively. “‘Course not, I- see- that was jus’ a little persuasion, ’s all.” A shit eating grin is still plastered across his face. After all that, he still had the gall to play the innocent, doe-eyed card on you?

“Persuasion? Ya’ call that shit persuasion?", you scoff. "If that’s fuckin’ so, why don’t ‘cha swim your happy ass back 'cross the Atlantic, catch a train to China, and tell ‘em that opium ain’t really that big of a deal, because all it did to em' was FUCKIN’ PERSUASION.” You’re nearly radiating steam from your skin at this point.

“Aw, terrible tragedy, that.” He says, with a solemn shake of his head in solidarity. “The Brits are right scoundrels, the lot o’ them.” He looks skyward with a dramatic plaintiveness. “Did the same to my people too.”

“You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me.”

He sighs, closing his eyes somberly for his fallen kin, fiddle music playing gravely in the air.

“Cut the fuckin’ shit shamrock. You-” You clutch your head in your hand suddenly as you reel, eyes fading in and out of focus as a splitting pain hits your temples like a gunshot. You groan in pain, gripping the doorframe for support. It was as if someone had condensed the worst hangover you’d ever experienced into one burning light of agony.

“You alright?”

“Aw fuck you," You grit, "This ‘s all your fault.” You felt like tearing your skin off. You'd been acting a damn fool in front of him, and the embarrassment was slowly eating you alive.

“Look, I’m sorry. Honest.” He says, remorse tugging his eyes downward. “Shouldn’t have done that. Jus’ wanted to-”

“Is that all you see me as? Some fuckin’ junkie?” You spit coldly. “An easy target for your little sales pitch?”

“What?” He stumbles over his words, tripped up by your bluntness. “N-no, I- that’s not-”

“Well listen here and listen fuckin' good.” You straighten, shrugging off the haze of inebriation. You stick an accusatory finger toward his chest and look him dead in the face. “I’m not stupid. I know all that brought you here was the scent of my blood. I know that's all you want. And you’ve seen the way I spill it, seen the hollow ways I waste my time, so you waltz on up here thinking you can score a cheap meal. Well, if blood ’s all you came for, if the only reason you’re here on my porch is to satiate some kinda hunger, then go sweet talk some other sap. I’m perfectly capable of ruining my own life, without all, all-” you gesture at him in an exasperated sort of way, unable to find the right words to encompass the thing that stood before you. “Without all this.”

He stands there, dumbly, eyes wide. He always seemed to be standing in the dark, so they usually tended to look more brown than blue. Now though, they didn’t. Flies buzzed and hummed around the solitary light illuminating the porch. Whenever it flickered, an instinct always warned you that you’d find him gone once the light returned. You’d discovered recently, as you sat with yourself through the sticky gloom of the afternoon, that his absence was always louder than his presence.

“I- I mean, I’ll be straight wit’ ‘ya, I was real parched when I came knockin’ last night.” He said with a nervous chuckle, grinning uneasily as he rocked back and forth on the soles of his new boots. You wonder for a moment whose they were. And how long it must’ve taken for him to scrub the blood off. “But that’s not the only reason this house caught my eye.”

You eye him skeptically.

“This ’s the only house for miles with the lights still on at midnight. And they’re always shinin’ from that there window.” He pointed down the length of your house, in the general direction of your bedroom.

Your eyes widen slightly at the realization, and you groan a little at your stupidity. All this time, it had never occurred to you that your nocturnal behaviors could catch the attention of the nasty creatures that too rose with the moon. Your window must’ve been a goddamn lighthouse.

“Well, actually I heard yer house ‘fore I saw it. First time I came down this road, that’s what caught my interest. Thought I was nearin’ an inn or somethin’, way it was blarin’, so imagine my surprise when I come across this instead.”

Of all the consequences of your mother’s death, the most bittersweet one was your ownership of her old record player.

When you were very young, and the clouds outside swelled with thunder and rain rattled the skeleton of your house, your mother would let you choose a record from her cabinet. Half were in languages you couldn’t understand, Russian, Spanish, French and the like. They’d passed through more hands than you could comprehend, softening the edges of their paper sleeves. You’d turn it up till the music drowned out the storm, and then the both of you would clamber up onto the dining table and raise hell. You’d scream and sing and dance, so loud that when your father would return home, he’d say he could hear the two of you shrieking all the way down the road.

You and your mother would just laugh, a shrill cackling like smashing wine bottles. And he would look at the two of you, sweaty and panting, a pair of filthy heathens, and he’d shake his head, mumbling through his spreading grin about how poor of an influence your mother was on you. And then he’d hop up on the table to join you.

Now, you could only muster up the strength to play her records if you were drunk, and the house was empty. You hadn’t seen your father smile for years, much less dance.

But you could. At least, once the liquor had burned its influence into the pit of your stomach. With the music blaring, your head heavy and dizzy, your body sloppy and slow, you could close your eyes and almost, for a moment, pretend she’d be there when you opened your eyes.

It might sound paradoxical, but getting drunk fueled you with an indescribable energy. With drink flowing through your veins, screaming in time to all the songs you'd burned into memory became second nature. Kicking and laughing and dancing all melted into one another as you traipsed around your house like you owned the place.

Every awakening in the following morning was a cruel one. Because, sure, alcohol drowned out your troubles, muffled the awful parts of life, but it was also fleeting. When you came to on your kitchen floor, sweaty, nauseous, with a headache pounding between your temples, you were still you. And you kept on deluding yourself into thinking that one day, you’d wake up and find yourself to be someone else. Someone who didn't need liquor like a crutch. Someone who didn’t need to forget everything to be happy, and someone who didn’t hate themselves all the more once they’d remembered.

These were the nights he had observed, your shameless display of drunken disgrace. Small wonder he’d heard you, you’d probably been singing so loud everybody on your side of the Mississippi could hear you too.

“Seemed like you were havin’ a good time. But then I listened a little closer and I- I heard the song that was playin’.” He pauses, his words carrying more gravitas than they ever had before. “I haven’t heard a song in Irish for years.” His words were tinged in shame, as if this was some moral failure of his.

“Ya sure?” You say, turning toward the record cabinet in your living room. “I dunno if I even have any records in Irish.”

“I can see one right behind ‘ya.” He points to a record sleeve lying haphazardly on your floor, which brazenly displays the flag of Ireland and a variety of Celtic knots and crosses. Subtle.

You inhale slowly as you squint down at it. “Hmmm. Interesting.” You say apathetically.

“Where’d ya get it?” His tone is pleading, and for the first time, he seems almost human. This confuses you for a moment. after all, why would he care this deeply about something as inconsequential as a record? But you realize that in this moment, what stands before you isn’t some undead creature, but someone very homesick. Someone who’d lost any and all ties to where he came from, to his family. Of course he was desperate to get his hands on the first scrap of his past he’d seen in decades. Of course this was a matter of utmost importance to him, you’d act exactly the same at the mere chance of obtaining any remnants of your mother.

You bend down slow as possible, as you sense his growing urgency. Despite your empathy towards him, you’d always been one to put pettiness first. You pick up the sleeve casually and turn it over in your hands, as he practically salivates for it just beyond the threshold.

“My mother had a lot of friends.” You pause, staring down at the record. “I always thought this one was real funny as a kid. But now, I gotta say, you guys make great drinking songs.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, how much use are ya' gettin’ outta that ol’ thing anyway?” He wrung his callused hands, itching impatiently.

“This?” You lightly shake the sleeve just below his face. “Why? D’you want it?” You ask, feigning ignorance infuriatingly poorly. His usual shit eating grin was already turning into a pissy scowl. And God, you couldn’t be happier.

He groans in frustration, cursing you under his breath. “Yes.” He rasps, his voice guttural and desperate. He looks like he’d like nothing more than to strangle you right there and snatch the goddamn record from your cold dead hands.

“Hmm, says it was handmade in Ireland. How authentic.” You look up at him with wide, obnoxious eyes. “D’ya think it was made by the fuckin’ leprechauns?”

He nearly seizes outside the door, barred from tearing your arteries out merely by your lack of invitation. His fingers, bricklike and human moments before, had mutated back into hellish claws. The tips of his crooked teeth had taken on their razor edge once more, but his eyes were still human, wide and pleading.

You pretend to not notice this. “Ya get it? ‘Cause leprechauns, they’ve got those little hands- Aw, whatever. Here,” You toss the record sleeve across the threshold of the door into his chest without warning. “’S all yours”.

He’s shocked by the suddenness, and just barely catches the sleeve between his hands. His mouth hangs slightly agape as he tears the sleeve open, as if he didn’t expect acquiring it to be this easy. This disbelief quickly dissipates as he looks inside.

“Wha- this thing’s fuckin’ empty?” He looks at you, unbelievably irritated.

“Oh,” you say with a performative scoff. “You wanted the record too?” You drawl patronizingly. “My bad. Shoulda made yourself clearer.”

He crumples the paper sleeve angrily and roughly chucks it back at you through the doorway. It sails over your shoulder, and you don’t even flinch. Maybe he was just a lousy shot, or you were just really drunk. It was so goddamn stupid you couldn’t help yourself from laughing at him.

“You fuckin’ bi-” He leans back and holds his tongue from spitting whatever name he’d surely love to call you into the air. Just barely regaining his composure, he continues. “Where ‘s it then?”

You jab a finger to your right, towards your living room. “Still in the record player. Don’t reckon I’ve taken it out.” An obnoxious grin spreads across your face, a nice change of pace from last night. “I would go and get it for you, but it’s such a long walk from here.” You shrug your shoulders. “My deepest condolences, really. My heart goes out to ‘ya.”

He looked just about ready to lose it. His brows were furrowed in a glare that just seemed unnatural for his face. Perhaps that was because you’d only ever seen him smiling till now.

“Say, I’ve got an idea.” You grin. “I’ll sleep on it, and consider givin’ it to ya’ tomorrow. It’s gettin’ pretty late anyway.”

It was 8:32.

“Now hold on just a minute, I-”

You slam the door in his face. You can vaguely hear the muffled sound of him calling you various obscenities under his breath, and then you hear irritated stomps departing from your front porch, then disappearing into the night.

You let out a sigh of relief as you hear him leave, but as you step away from the door and venture back down the hall, another, nastier feeling begins to crawl up inside you. You almost mislabel it as regret. But it's not that, not entirely anyways.

As you stumble through your darkened bedroom and crawl hazily into bed, a question you'd rather not answer plagues your mind.

What if you had let him in?

You toss and turn beneath the sheets, unable to silence your subconscious' incessant pestering.

What if you let him have what he came for?

You hold your head in your hands and groan, hoping to drown out your intruding thoughts.

Teeth sink into barren flesh

Claws scrape down your back

You slam your face into your pillow and squeeze your eyes shut. How much did a lobotomy cost again?

A hand snakes up the inside of your thigh-

You sharply suck in a breath and jolt up, throwing the covers off of you. Nothing. Your breaths come in rapid, shallow spurts as you lean back against your wooden headboard. There was nothing there. Your muscles relax, as you keep repeating this to yourself. You were alone. There was nothing waiting for you in the darkness.

But a part of you wouldn't mind if there was.

You woke the following morning to a dead bat.

Its ashy, brittle cadaver had been laid carefully upon your front porch, eliciting a sharp gasp from you after noticing it. Its paper-thin wings had been stretched to their full wingspan, and it lay there, still, with its head thrown back.

You’d always been partial to bats. They were cute, like little shrieking sky mice. You hated when your father used to shoot at them from the front porch at night for target practice. "They're pests," he'd tell you. "Same as shootin' rats."

You spent the rest of the morning digging a shallow grave for it in your backyard.

By the time you’d sufficiently laid it to rest, the sun had risen to its full height in the sky, burning white hot and relentless. You amble back into the cool shelter of your house, and are met in the kitchen by your father, sat squarely at the table.

To say he was unexpected would be an understatement. He was hardly ever home these days, and when he was, he’d be unconscious, a damn near corpse asleep on his bed, still reeking of the women he’d fucked the night before.

So seeing him here before you, fully alert, was surreal.

“What’ve you been doin’?” He asks gruffly. It’s accusatory, and you realize from the way he looks at you that nothing you could tell him would be the right answer.

“Nothin’ really, jus’ woke up.” You mumble, trailing off.

“Speak up when yer talkin’ to me.” He barks, slamming his coffee mug onto the kitchen table with a sharp bang. A splash of liquid that is most definitely not coffee sloshes from the rim.

The tree doesn’t fall far from the fucking apple you guess.

“Yea, ‘course you were “doin’ nothin”. Thats all you fuckin’ do. And I’m right SICK OF IT.” His yell is deep and full, and even at your age, it still scared you to half to death. He slurs his words ever so slightly, but it does little to null the intensity of his anger. “It’s about time for you to start pullin’ yer FUCKIN’ WEIGHT.”

“But Dad, I-”

“Oh,” He chuckles, slow and threatening. “So yer in the mood to backtalk? That’s real funny.” He chucks the glass mug at your face, and you just barely manage dodge to it as it shatters against the wall behind you, amber liquid exploding across the room.

“I can tell you what you’re doin’ today missy. You’re cleanin’ the whole goddamn kitchen, and you can start with THAT.” He points at the pool of liquor and glass shards at your feet.

You stare at him in disbelief. As his words ring through your ears, sharp and piercing, the truth you’d begun to suspect was confirmed. Both of your parents were dead. The man that sat before you was your father in name alone. The dad that you knew, the dad you loved, was gone, and he wasn’t coming back. All that remained was his body, a reanimated corpse puppeteered along by the vices he’d let consume him.

You and your father had a lot in common in that way.

You stare at him coolly, and speak slow and deliberate.

“You don’t get to tell me what to do.”

Your words hit the room like a gunshot, and he reacts as if it was.

“Excuse me?”

“I said,” Your voice raises, and at long last, your anger for the man you once called your father finally surfaces, bubbling with malice. “You’re not gonna tell me what to do anymore.”

He pushes his seat from the table in a furious, jerking motion, rising to his full, towering height.

“You stopped bein’ my daddy a long time ago. And that’s alright, really. It’s the choice ya’ made. If you wanna stay out all night, ramming your cock into any hole that’ll have ya’, be my fuckin’ guest. But you are not gonna stand there and try to parent me now, treatin’ me like a child when I’ve been the one rasin’ myself. And where the hell were ya’ then? Drownin’ out your own troubles, leaving your daughter to rot. So no, I’m not listenin’ to a damn word you say.”

The silence hangs heavily once you stop screaming, breathing heavily as you glare at your father. He stares back, an unreadable expression on his face. For a moment you’re scared he’ll run over and hit you. Wouldn’t be the first time. You tense in anticipation, ready to bear whatever punishment came your way.

But he simply pushes in his chair, turns around, and walks out of the kitchen. You hear his stomps echo through the house until your front door closes with a loud slam. Then, everything is still.

You’re alone.

pt 4 coming soon

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im-socurious · 9 months ago

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Hiii, can you please do an oneshot where we get in an argument with Ony because he didn't let us go to an party so we sneaked out the house and went to the party without him knowing but thennn he finds out.

my first ask! ooooo u ate down wit this one😩 let me blow your mind.

Ony x Fem!black!reader

Test That Theory (Pt. 2)

Test That Theory

You were a grown woman. A strong woman who had a long life to live. You weren’t gonna let a man boss you around!

“No.” Ony said bluntly. You looked at him in shock. “Why? I didn’t have to ask you, i could’ve just went.” You said back. “You go to that damn party, and watch what happen. I’m tellin you now, ima raise hell if you do, mama.” Ony said, but you were fuming. “Nigga, you not my daddy. I’m a grown ass woman.” You said, venom dripping in your voice. It didn’t phase Ony. “Test That Theory, mama.” Ony said, still calm, cool and collected. He specifically made sure too keep his answer short, he didn’t tell you what the punishment could be. He didn’t want you to know what could happen if you rebelled.

It made you mad. He was still calm. He was testing your patience. So what did you do?

You snuck out.

It was 12 AM. You slipped out of Ony’s arms, got all dolled up and dashed. You had your friend pick you up.

Ony had woken up when you slammed the door a little too hard. He looked around and that’s when he came to the conclusion that you had snuck out. “this fuckin girl..” he muttered under his breath.

He threw on his sweatpants and a hoodie, his gun and left out. Once he pulled up at the party, he shouted your name.

You froze. The familiar voice not going unheard. You looked back and saw him and both of yall made eye contact. You tried to run to the back of the party but the heels barely let you get anywhere. Ony had caught you.

He grabbed your hand and tugged. “Let’s go” he muttered, his voice ice cold. “Ony-” “Shut the fuck up. I told you not to come to this party, it’s not safe and you still came. Let’s go. I’m not gon say it again.” He said.

He dragged you from the crowd to his car. He opened your door without even looking at you, and closed it. He started to drive with an iron grip on the wheel. Veins showing n all.

Not a word was said during the whole ride.

You kept your head down. You didn’t want to see his face. You were pissed at the fact he ruined your fun but scared at the idea of punishment. Almost wanting to let all your anger out, you hold back. Many insults floating around in your head.

You guys pull up at home. Ony comes around and opens your door, “go inside” he says. Not a single word after. You walk inside quietly, Ony trailing behind you.

He opens the bedroom door, not saying a word. You walked in. He walked in after you and slammed the door shut, scaring you. You looked up at him with wide eyes, your cunt slowly soaking your panties.

“Didn’t I tell you not to go to that party, ma?” He asked. “…yes ony.” “So why did you still go?” “ You never told me why I couldn’t go! All you said was that I couldn’t. You didn’t give me a reason! I didn’t know it wasn’t safe…” You said, looking away. “I shouldn’t have to tell you why you can’t go somewhere. You should just listen to me, ma. I would never try to purposely ruin your fun, so when I tell you not to go somewhere, it’s for a reason. And it’s not for a stupid reason either.” He spoke sternly, staring down at you.

“I’m sorry, Ony…” “Yea you gone be sorry. Take them damn clothes off.”

yeaaaaa ima just make a pt2. im too busy with school yall😞 i always tell my self ima start going to sleep at like 9 but i end up going to sleep at like 11 and school be on my ass bro. this post has been private for a while because i had posted on accident and i couldn’t un-post it, so i’ve editing it. but stay tuned for that pt2!

I LOVE YALL🎀

#x black reader #ony x black reader #x black!reader #aot x black y/n #aot x black reader #aot onyankopon

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thatssonanii · 1 year ago

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Chapter Twelve

A/N: I'm interested in knowing who yall wanna fight more after this chapter.. Nadine, Gia or Josh😂😂 ⭐⭐LIKE, REBLOG, COMMENT & SHARE⭐⭐

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of abortion, typos, 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

Masterlist

Chapter Eleven

Flashback #1

“When you was still in Texas you complained about missing me and how I don't come visit enough but you get ya ass here and don't come see me or text.” Sefa fussed, pushing her away from him. “Nope, don't hug me. Move.”

“Stop being like that. You know Zay be hogging me to himself. He cry when I got to work.”

Sefa finally stopped pushing her away, allowing her to hug him. He squeezed her just as tight as she squeezed him. When Moriah and Zilla met as kids, she made herself the third musketeer to Sefa and Zilla and fit perfectly.

“He cry without you?” Sefa laughed.

She nodded then frowned, swatting Zilla's hand away from her face. “Stop it, Fatu.”

He kissed her cheek, laughing when she wiped it away. “I was just tryna fix your hair, damn. What's up, Sefa?”

The two men slapped hands and hugged.

“Nothin, Moriah was tellin me the reason she ain't come see me or text me is cause you cry without her.”

Turning to his left, Zilla stared down at his girlfriend with his brows furrowed. When she tried to hide behind Sefa, he caught her by her hips pulling her into him. She squealed as his fingers dug into her hips.

“I cry? Is that true?”

She giggled trying to get away from him. “It is. You do, cry baby!”

“Fat,” he called, pulling her into a bear hug, “Tell the truth.”

She giggled. “Okay, okay, you don't cry! Let me go.”

Upon releasing her from the hug, Zilla thumped her ear prompting Sefa to step in. He knew if he didn't, the two of them would continue their play fighting just like when they were all kids. In the midst of their conversation, Trinity came back outside to retrieve Moriah to bring her back inside. Sefa turned to his younger cousin expectantly, making him laugh.

“What? Why you looking at me like that?”

Sefa folded his arms across his broad chest. “You know why. Updates, uce. How yall been? Everything straight?”

Whenever Sefa would visit Zilla, their conversation always went to Moriah. If Zilla didn't bring her up, Sefa did. Their talks were pretty similar each time; how she was doing, if she had come to see him, how much Zilla had missed her, if she'd called Sefa. The older cousin hated the way Zilla deflated and got sad whenever he admitted that he still hadn't gotten a visit from her and how he knew she was upset with him.

“Yeah, we good. Our schedules had us missing each other but hers finally calmed down so that's fixed.” Zilla responded, leaving out the revelation and struggle the couple just went through. “Don't worry, man. She ain't going nowhere and neither am I.”

Sefa visibly relaxed. Although he saw how they interacted with each other he knew looks could be deceiving. Hearing that they were okay from Zilla gave him some solace but he wouldn't completely have it until he heard it from Moriah as well.

“That's what I wanna hear. I told you if you got her when you got out that you better hold on to her and do the right thing, didn't I?”

“Yeah, you did. I'm doin both. I ain't perfect but I try.”

“Ain't tellin you to be perfect,” he explained with a chuckle, “Tellin you not to be your regular hard headed self.”

Zilla sucked his teeth playfully. “Yall love callin’ me hard headed. I listen sometimes.”

“Keyword being sometimes.”

Back at the grill, Jon joined his brother and cousin helping them load the cooked food into the pans to make room on the grill for the other food. He listened to Jacob tell him about the last show he was at but noticed his brother's body language was off.

“Hold on, Jacob.” He turned his attention to his brother. “What's wrong with you, Josh?”

“Nun, I'm cool.”

Jacob sucking his teeth let Jon know something was off. He looked between the two of them.

“I miss something?”

“He don't like sis. He don't think uce should be with her,” Jacob explained ignoring Josh's glare.

Jon laughed loudly for a few seconds until he realized neither man was laughing along with him. “Wait … you forreal? He don't like Rye?”

Jacob shook his head, giving a disappointed look.

“And why don't he like her?”

“Don't know. He ain't told me.”

Jon turned to his brother with a confused look. “Why don't you like her?”

“He don't need to be wasting his time with her. He need to be with somebody that ain't gon turn on him later on.”

Jacob and Jon stared at him in disbelief.

“Ima ask you something and you better tell the truth.”

Josh huffed, taking the last of the chicken off the grill. “What, Jon?”

“Did you and Rye sleep together or date or something?”

“Soooo how are things with your mom?”

Moriah frowned at the question, giving Trinity a side eye. “I told you I cut that lady off.”

“I was asking to make sure,” she laughed. “I'm sure that made things better with you and Zilla.”

Avoiding eye contact, Moriah gave a slight nod put her attention on the cheese she was grating. On the way to the house, Zilla promised that he wouldn't say anything to his cousins about her fertility and Angel during this family event. Even though she never promised, she felt like it was implied that she wouldn't either. Trinity stopped chopping bell peppers to stare.

“You might as well go ahead and start talking.” Trinity pushed. “I'm listening.”

Moriah whined. “I can't. Zay promised he wouldn't say anything so I can't say anything.”

“Did you promise?”

“No, but,” Moriah was cut off by the older woman.

“Okay then. Start talking, I'm listening.”

“Okay but you cannot tell Jon or anybody else.”

“I won't, I won't. I promise.”

She sighed taking a few moments. “I finally told Zay that I was pregnant when he got locked up and that my mom made me abort the baby about 12 weeks in. It was a bump to get over but we're okay now.”

Stopping what she was doing, Trinity threw her arms around her and squeezed tight. Knowing that she would cry if she hugged back, Moriah stood as still as she possibly could waiting for the hug to be over.

“I'm sorry, sis. I knew she was a piece of work but I didn't think she was cruel like that. How'd he take it?”

“Not good but we talked about it after some time passed. We're good.”

Both went back to their tasks in silence. The partial revelation hanging in the air between them. Moriah willed herself not to let the rest of the words escape her. She squeezed her brown eyes shut tight and tucked her lips in, counting back from 20 in her head. When she opened her eyes, Trinity was staring at her.

“Sorry, I'm okay. It was a while ago but it's still hard sometimes.”

“You're not okay. I know it still hurts and it still bothers you.” She leaned in once more to rub Moriah's back. “How did you still talk to her after that?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know, I felt obligated I guess.”

“Well, I’m glad that you know now that you aren’t obligated to her in any way, sis.” Trinity felt bad that she had soured the mood with her question and wanted to lighten the mood back up. “When is this wedding, honey? I need to know when I need to be off and get fitted for my bridesmaid dress.”

Moriah laughed, emptying the grater. “What wedding are you talking about? There’s no wedding.”

“Uh yes ma’am there is a wedding. One between you and Isayah.”

“What … you speaking it into existence?” She joked.

Trinity laughed, bumping her shoulder. “I don’t need to do that. Yall are getting married, he made it very clear that he ain’t going nowhere and neither are you.”

She rolled her eyes playfully. “As of right now, there was no proposal so no wedding. But when there is one, I'll let you know.”

After the fallout at Kamille's house, she called on one of the people she knew who could get her sister together. While it wouldn't do the trick completely, it would get Nadine to at least think about what she was doing. Her older sister was starting to spiral, it was getting out of hand. Despite their siblings divorcing, Kamille and Gabriella stayed friends and in for the most part constant contact. When Gabriella got the call, she weighed her options– should she call or should she show up.

Nadine snatched her door open, her eyes narrowed at the person on her doorstep.

“Aren't you gonna invite me in, ex-sister in law?”

Not waiting for a response, Gabriella pushed her way into the house and headed for the living room. It had been a few years since she'd seen the inside of this house but it hasn't changed one bit, just like the person who lived in it.

Slamming the door, Nadine followed her to the living room with a less than pleasant look on her face.

“Sure, Gabi, come on in. Make yourself at home.”

Gabriella smiled, getting comfortable in the recliner that was deemed as her brother's many years earlier. “Don't mind if I do. I mean this is my brother's house and he says I'm always welcome in and to anything that he owns.”

Nadine sat on the sofa adjacent to her guest. “Don't walk into my home uninvited again, Gabi. This is not your brother's house and hasn't been for quite some time now.”

Gabi smiled, tilting her head slightly. “True my brother hasn't lived here in quite some time but it's still his house. Last I checked, it's his name and his name only that's on the deed. He just let you stay here after the divorce because of my niecey pooh.”

“Is there a reason you're here? You know I don't like you.”

“And that feeling is mutual, sweetheart.” Gabi motioned to her face. “You might wanna put some more ice on that bruise. It looks worse than the one you left on my Moriah.”

“The one I'm gonna leave on you is gonna be even worse than this.”

Her words made Gabi laugh hysterically. “Oh, please, Nadine. You know what happened the other three times you tried me. But I think … I think this time, I'll just call Leata. I'm sure she wouldn't mind going upside your head again.”

“Gabriella, you have exactly two minutes to tell why you’re here and what you want before I call the police.” Nadine spat, rubbing her temple.

Gabi stared at her, taking her ex-sister in law all in. Her facade was slipping, she was starting to run herself down which was sad considering how beautiful she is.

“I remember when you were pregnant, you were so happy to be having a baby girl. You called my parents as soon as you and San got home, your joy flowed through the call.” Gabi recounted, keeping her eyes on the older woman, “You would call my mother and talk about how you and babygirl were gonna be best friends, have mother daughter dates, and how you were gonna be her cheerleader for life. But ever since you divorced San, hell before then, all you’ve done is harm her. You’ve left scars on that girl that will never heal, you’ve taken away any chance of moments that mothers and daughters are supposed to share. You’ve tried to break your own daughter down because you’re mad at my brother.”

Nadine rolled her eyes, taking a seat on the sofa with a hard sigh. “You flew across the country to talk to me about my child? This could have been a phone call.”

“It shouldn’t be happening in the first place, Nadine. I shouldn’t have to fly across the country to check your evil ass but here I am. If you’re mad at Hassan, you should be taking it out on him and not Moriah. That girl has never done anything to you.”

“You think you’re so smart, Gabi. You always did. Nobody is mad at Hassan.”

“Tell that lie to somebody that believes it. You’re mad at him but you wouldn’t dare take it out on him and I know why.”

“Oh please tell me why? I’m dying to know, Gabriella.”

Gabi chuckled. “Because somewhere deep down in that heart of yours, you think that my brother is gonna come to you and tell you that he wants to get back together. So you don’t wanna mess those chances up.”

The momentary look on Nadine’s face told Gabi everything she already knew. She knew since the couple started divorce proceedings, Nadine never thought Hassan would actually sign the papers. She thought that he would make some grand gesture giving in to what she wanted and they would go back to being married.

“Yeah, that’s what it is.” Gabi laughed. “You think my brother is stupid enough to take you back so you’ve been careful not to be nasty to him. But do you really think he’d take you back after the way you’ve treated his babygirl? Especially after he finds out about the shit she never told him. You’ll be lucky if he ever looks in your direction after that.”

“Just get your ass out of my house! You come in here thinking you know everything when you don’t know shit!” Nadine yelled trying to regain her composure. “If I wanted Hassan back, I would have him back.”

“Oh really?” She asked with a hint of humor. “So you think that after the way you’ve treated his pride and joy and doubled down on everything by wishing death on his son in law, that he also loves to death, he’d take your sad ass back? Even your twisted ass can’t believe that.”

Nadine jumped up from her seat, screaming. “That boy is not his son in law! Stop saying that! My daughter will not marry him and he will not be in my family!”

Clapping, Gabriella stood from the recliner a wide smile on her face. “What a beautiful performance! You deserve an Oscar for that, boo. Cause you know like I know it is only a matter of time before they’re married and you’re forgotten about, Nadine.”

“No! They’re not getting married! They will not stay together, if it’s the last thing I do!”

Gabi scrunched her face waving her finger in Nadine’s direction. “Yeah, he’s definitely not gonna want your ass back after I tell him about this tantrum.”

“Get out!” Nadine screamed as loud as she could but Gabi was unphased.

“I’m leaving but only because I’m done here.” She started to leave the living room then backed up. “Seriously though, I would start lowering your expectations about getting San back and start hoping he invites you to his wedding since you won’t be getting one to Moriah’s.”

Nadine had to do a double take, thinking that she heard wrong. “Wedding?” She swallowed hard.

“Oh yes. There’s a new lady in his life, we love her. Especially Moriah. She even knows about your looney ass and doesn’t care. She’s a keeper for that part alone,’’ Gabi gushed. “You know you might get lucky. San may take pity on you and give you this house outright to soften the blow of you never ever getting him back.”

The silence almost made Gabi burst into laughter but she held her composure. Before coming out to Texas, she had a talk with Hassan about what they wanted to accomplish from her visit. He wanted to take the heat off of his daughter for as long as he could so he was okay with Gabi revealing Tamera’s presence in his life and the seriousness of their relationship. The siblings knew that would keep her mind occupied with him instead of Moriah and Zilla.

“Toodles, DiDi! See you at the wedding. And I know I don’t need to say this but,” she paused dramatically. “Please don’t wear white, you’ve had your turn already.”

As she was leaving the house, she laughed hearing Nadine’s tantrum over her revelation. Their plan had worked, she hoped that it would prompt her in losing interest in Moriah and Zilla or at the very least last longer than Hassan predicted it would. When she got into her rental, she texted her big brother and Kamille to let them know the job was done.

“Why your face all tore up? Rye told you it’s time to come in. It’s yall bedtime.” Sefa joked, noticing the frown on his cousin’s face.

Zilla looked up from his phone and shook his head, trying not to be irritated. “Nah, it ain’t Rye. And I run this, I go to bed when I want.”

Just as those words left his mouth, Moriah poked her head out smiling, making Zilla jump a little and the men laughed. All except Josh, he sat quietly watching the interaction.

“Yall okay out here? Need anything?”

“We good, sis,” Jacob called back still laughing. “Yall good in there?”

She nodded, giving them all a slightly confused look. “Yeah, we’re good, Just watching a movie. How much longer yall gonna be out here?”

“As long as we want!” Jon piped up playfully.

Moriah laughed, “I was asking the ones in the top 5, not number 6.”

Zilla, Jacob and Sefa ooohed in response.

“Damn, she got you,” Sefa laughed. “We don’t know yet, Rye.”

“Thank you, number 2. I don’t know why six is getting beside himself.” She joked, dodging the bottle cap Jon threw at her. “It’s getting late so don’t be out here too late, Zay.”

He sucked his teeth at his cousins’ snickering. “I won’t, Fat.”

“I mean it.”

“Fat,” he called out, staring at her, “I’m grown, I come in when I want to.”

The cousins turned to look at Moriah.

“Oh then your grown ass can find another bed to sleep in if you not in the bed when I get in the bed. You got a hour, Isayah.”

Moriah went back in the house, the cousins laughed even louder as soon as she closed the back door. Zilla frowned playfully at them.

“Man, whatever. I go to bed when I want, she just tryna show out.”

“Nah,” Jacob laughed, “That was you tryna show out and sis put you back in your place.”

Zilla’s phone pinging interrupted him, he sucked his teeth when he checked his notifications. Sefa tried to look at the screen.

“Rye making you come in now since you was tryna show out.”

He shook his head still reading. “Nah, it ain’t Fat.”

“Who is then? Whoever it is must be annoyin cause your face tore up again,” Jon noted.

He put his phone in his lap, looking around at them careful to keep his tone down. “Yall know that backstage girl, Gia?” They all nodded waiting for him to continue. "She been commenting under every picture I posted today, she reposted every story I posted and now she messaging me. She can’t take a damn hint and it’s gettin annoyin as hell.”

“She like you or something?” Sefa asked.

He nodded. “She say she don’t but I can clearly tell she do. She be touchin me and shit when she talk to me no matter how much I move her hands off of me and will stand in my way if I don’t stop to talk to her. She can’t take a hint or she just ignoring them.”

“I get you tryna be nice but just tell her you got a girlfriend and you not interested.” Jon shrugged.

He huffed hearing his phone go off again. “I always tell her that shit. She always say she just tryna be my friend and keep doin the same shit.”

“She must not have met sis yet.”

Zilla nodded at Jacob. “She did! At the show this week! Fat almost beat her ass, she called Fat my sister then said cousin.”

“Sister?” Sefa repeated with a frown. “Yall don’t look nothin alike”

“And that’s what Fat said. She knew what the hell she was doin.”

“Next time she try you tell her the skating rink story, I bet she leave you alone then. The thought of getting her ass beat until she piss herself will make her stop.”

He shrugged. “All I know is, I ain’t gettin my ass beat cause she can’t take a hint.”

“Is she cute?” Josh asked, now leaning into the conversation.

“She straight, I ain’t looked at her like that.” Zilla responded with a shrug.

Josh gave a shrug of his own, Jon stared at his twin mouthing ‘no’ to him and Jacob sat back ready for what would come. Sefa sat perplexed as he looked through Zilla’s many notifications oblivious to the imminent danger his brother was about to put himself in.

“Ion understand what the problem is, uce. She cute, she clearly like you and putin in the effort. Why not talk to her?”

Zilla glared at him. “What you say?”

“I’m just sayin, shorty clearly shootin her shot. Go for it.”

Zilla started to laugh at his cousin. “Oooh, Fat must’ve already told you. Chill, ion want that girl, I’m good where I’m at.”

The way Josh’s face screwed up at the mention of him talking to Moriah was far too dramatic for it to go unnoticed.

“Hell nah she ain’t tell me nothin.” Josh spat. “I’m tellin you as your big cousin that you need to try another option. Being with Moriah was cool and all but you gettin older and need to be thinkin about settling down. She ain’t who you needa be settlin down with.”

“I know I ain’t just hear that. I know you ain't just tell me to leave my lady.”

The tone of voice was unmistakable to the cousins. They knew their younger cousin was pissed but Josh was the only one who didn’t care. Sefa tapped his arm trying to get his attention but Zilla’s eyes never moved from Josh.

“Wait, Josh ain’t mean that. He was just playing. Right, Uce? Tell em you were playing.” Jon said trying to ease the tension and save his brother.

Jacob spoke up a slight smirk on his face. “Naaah, he wasn’t playin. He meant that shit. Let your brother stand on that shit he said.”

“I know you don’t like nobody tellin you what to do but you need to listen to me. You love her but you can’t change who she is." Josh reasoned not backing down.

Sefa sat confused, looking between them wondering if it was something his brothers and older cousin had forgotten to tell him and Zilla.

“Ain’t no need to change who she is. She fine as is. The fuck is you talkin bout, mane? My lady straight.” Zilla argued, trying to calm his nerves.

“She gon end up just like her mom and you gon end up alone and heartbroken just like her dad if you stay with her.” Josh answered matter of factly. “Everything cool now but that's the same way it was with her people until it wasn’t. Thats what you want? Give everything to her ass just for her to divorce you, take the kids and the house? Cause if that’s what you want then I’ll leave it alone.”

Sefa spoke up seeing the rage boiling over in his younger cousin. “That ain’t cool, uce. She ain’t like her mom and whatever happened between her parents ain’t got shit to do with us or they relationship.”

Josh waved his brother off, “Fuck that. It got everything to do with them and us. If yall wanna stand by and let him ruin his life by staying with her then that’s cool but I’m not. She just like that lady, I can see that shit already. Save yourself, go date Gia or somebody else but don't stay with her ass.”

Zilla’s eyes met Josh’s with rage just begging to be released. Again he spoke calmly trying not to get too worked up. “Moriah ain’t nothin like that bitter ass, weak ass, evil ass bitch. This the last time ima tell you forreal. And I mean that. Ion know who the fuck you been talkin to and ion really care but when it come to that one in there I ain’t finna play bout her. Whatever you think you know, forget that shit. You my cousin and I’m tryna respect the fact that we family but you keep sayin that shit and I won’t.”

Jacob was proud of his cousin for staying calm knowing how much he cares about and loves Moriah. He knew Josh was lucky they were all related because Zilla would have beat the shit out of anybody else for Moriah without a second thought.

“I love you, Isayah that’s why I’m tellin you this,” Josh replied sincerely, “She gon end up bitter, weak and evil just like her mama. Why would wanna put yourself and your future kids through that? Especially when you don’t have to.”

At the mention of kids again, Zilla got up heading for Josh but Jon and Sefa quickly pushed him back then stood between them. Josh jumped out of his chair with his hands up in surrender showing his younger cousin he meant no harm while Jacob sat in his spot watching everything unfold with his beer in hand and a smile on his face.

“Chill, uce.” Jon said, attempting to calm Zilla down.

Zilla tried pushing them out of his way, seething with anger. “I told you stop sayin that shit! Moriah ain’t like that fuckin lady, aight? Do you even know what the fuck that bitch did to her?”

“And she gon repeat the same shit to your kids, uce! Listen to me!”

Again, Zilla reached for his cousin. “What fuckin kids, man? What kids? That bitch made her abort my fuckin son and made her tie her tubes! She made Fat life hell while I was gone and you sittin here actin like you fuckin know her and you don’t know shit! Don’t speak on my fuckin lady again, I mean that shit!”

All four men stared at him in shock, they were at a loss for words. Zilla angrily wiped the tears from his eyes, his body shook with rage but he backed away. He knew the emotions she had inside of him, although partially for Josh, were mainly for Nadine and he didn’t want to do something he couldn’t take back. Jacob sat his beer down and stood, going to put a comforting hand on Zilla’s shoulder only for it to be shaken off. Zilla snatched his fallen phone up and stormed away from them into the house.

Jon pushed his twin harshly. “This why I told you to leave that shit alone but you just had to say some shit.”

“I told you that boy ain’t right in the head about sis and now you see and know why.” Jacob added, shaking his head.

Josh shrugged. “Even more reason to leave her ass alone. She gon resent him for that shit on top of everything else.”

Sefa stared. “And you still goin? Leave that shit alone. They happy. Her mama already tryna split them up and here you go. They need support not whatever the fuck you doing.”

“I said what I said. It’s tough but somebody gotta tell em.”

“I should go get em and let em beat yo ass for saying that shit after we just found that evil ass shit out.” Jacob said in disgust. “Sis is family. Better learn to be okay with that shit or learn to be okay with not seeing Zay.”

Zilla took a few minutes in the kitchen to calm his nerves before going to the den where Trinity and Moriah were watching their movie. Both women were cuddled under their own blankets on the large sofa watching Texas Chainsaw Massacre. He lightly nudged his girlfriend’s leg.

“What’s up, Zay?”

“Come on,” he said gently pulling the blanket off her, “I’m ready to go to bed.”

“My good sis go to bed when she ready. Right, Rye?” Trinity piped up playfully.

Moriah laughed softly, “That’s right. I was just playing, baby. You could’ve stayed out there as long as you want to.”

He gave a quick, quiet chuckle. “I know. I was ready to come in. Come on.”

Moriah told Trinity good night and grabbed her blanket and phone to follow Zilla.

Getting to their room, Zilla moved around quietly as he got his things ready for his shower. Moriah watched him, she could hear him mumbling under his breath.

“You okay, Zay?”

His movements paused, he looked over at her. “Yeah, I’m straight. You comin in with me?”

She thought for a second then nodded. There was something bothering him but she knew him well enough to know that he would tell her when he was ready to.

The next morning, Zilla woke her up early telling her to get dressed for a surprise he had for her. Apart of her wanted to whine about it being six in the morning but a bigger part was too excited about the surprise. During the drive to her surprise she must have asked him a thousand times to give her a hint or to flat out tell her what the surprise is. She scrunched up her face when they pulled up to a tattoo studio.

“Uuuuh what surprise is in there?” She asked then gasped. “Ooooh! You getting that one that I told your ass not to get covered up? Thank God.”

He rolled his eyes and smirked. “No, I ain’t. I like my tattoo, you don’t gotta like it. But my therapist gave me homework to plan something for us to celebrate Angel and this is what I planned.”

“Oooh you’re gonna get a tattoo for him? I love that, Zay.”

He laughed. “Not me. We. We gon get one for him.”

Her smile dropped into a frown. “Oh no, I'm not. No, no, no.”

“Why not?” He asked turning the car off.

She pouted. “It’s gonna hurt.”

“You so scary,” he laughed, “Mean as shit and scary as shit don’t go together. But I’ll let you bite me if it hurts.”

She sat quietly pondering the proposition for a moment. “Anywhere I want?”

“Anywhere appropriate in public, Fat.”

“And you won’t complain?”

“Won’t complain.”

“Deal! And if I cry, you cannot tell anybody,” she added.

He stuck his pinky to her. “Only if you go first.”

“Mmmm … fine fine!”

Six hours later, the couple was leaving the shop with their fresh tattoos. Zilla’s placed under his on his upper arm below his father’s name and Moriah’s on her forearm. While they were there, Zilla went ahead and added Moriah’s name by his right eyebrow. The couple stood in front of his car in an embrace.

“You did good for your first one, Fat. Zilla proud of you. You ain’t even cry.”

She smiled wide at his praise. “Thank you, I wanted to at first but it was just my nerves. It wasn’t that bad.”

“I told your scary ass that,” he pointed out. “And we’ll be back as soon as I figure out where Zilla name goin on you. It gotta be a special spot.”

“Boy, I’m not fooling with you. Anyway … I can’t believe you got that though. Why couldn’t you put it somewhere else?” She laughed.

He leaned down to kiss her. “The same reason I couldn’t put Mama name nowhere else, I ain’t want to. This where I want my favorite ladies cause I want everybody to see em and know.”

“You could’ve put it on your chest, Zay.”

“If Zilla put it there then Zilla gotta be shirtless all the time,” he pointed out. “Is that what Fat want?”

Moriah laughed at him, rolling her eyes playfully. “No, Fat does not want that. You get on my nerves. Shawn and Booker are gonna kill you.”

“Naaaaah,” he drug out laughing. “I told them. They was cool with it.”

“Or did they just know that you weren’t really asking and you were gonna do it anyway?”

He leaned his head down to her shoulder laughing. “Shit probably so. They know I can make good choices. Shit best choice I made was you.”

She stared up at him. “I can’t tell if that was a compliment for you or for me.”

“Both,” he answered, kissing her head. “Wanna get food before we go back to the house?”

“For everybody or you wanna sit and eat?”

“Sit and eat, Fat. We got something else to do when we get back to the house.” He informed her.

He released her from their embrace, leading her to the passenger side and opened the door for her. She stared at him as he reached across her to fasten her seatbelt.

“What we gotta do? Trin said she was sleepin in.”

“We got snugglin to catch up on. Ain’t you say I hadnt been wantin ro?” He asked, still leaning over, his face inches from hers.

“I mean yeah but your cousins are there and probably awake.”

He shrugged. “Guess you better learn to be quiet.”

#aao #zilla fatu #Zilla & Moriah #the samoan dynasty #the bloodline

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broareweabouttoviberightnow · 4 months ago

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watchin Tex yall know what that means!! first 1/2 of tex thoughts!!

seein matt dillion go from rusty james n dallas to this is so funny to me

HIS LIL COWBOY HAT AOUGH

hmm I like masons castin. I think they got good scene chemistry already. they play good brothers.

their fridge looks exactly like mine. three things in it.

they changed the horse names. I'm sure of it. I can't remember the book ones but they definitely did. probably just cause that's the names the horses answered to but now I gotta go back n figure out the original names.

their kitchen is so cute. the tables n drapes give big dinner energy.

EMILO??? IS THAT MY GUY??? AOUGH IT ISSSSS!!! N HES BLONDE???

tex I love you man. you mean the author of my favorite book?? wrote another book?? ppl can do that??

the way he's always just shoutin HEY MACE instead of goin to get him. I'm gigglin.

OUGH he walked in n said hey the heats back on! n my stomach dropped. aough. bad. know where this is goin

the set is just so we'll done. it's in the lil things. hmm.

the way they fight is so? child like. hmm rollin around n slippin. it's so distinctly childish. knockin his brother in the face n then immediately goin to help him up. aough.

emilo n his fuck ass khakis n his joggin beside his motorcycle. aww.

the actor for Mason portrays his dry sardonic lil sarcasm so well actually. the way he delivers the line 'christ you are dumb' i shouldn't have but I giggled.

I was beginnin' to think they were makin mason a lil too. I dunno. mean. brought it WAY the hell back with that scene with him n Robert. Jesus my heart hurts for both those kids.

"get any mail?" "couple bills. I give em to ya if you're hot to pay em" "nothin from pop?" "pop'd send us bills if he thought we'd pay em" comedic timin on this movie actually shinin through so well

just when u think mason is written n behavin old for his age he's out in the woods gigglin n breakin into a house by shimmyin up a wall. God. man.

these kids are bein so loud in a house they just broke into. guys please. quiet. ur stressin me out.

Mason in this jacket?? yeah. OK. yeah. alright. he's servin I fear.

EMILO IN HIS OK STATE JERSEY N TEX IN HIS BUTTON UP WITH THE HANDKERCHIEF IN THE BACK POCKET HELLO?? WHY ARE THEY BOTH SERVIN LOOKS??

"October 22nd! I'll be uh sweet 16!" dog he's just a kid. good lord. Tex Mccormick ily. He's just so dopey man. I adore him.

Johnny in the back of that truck HAMMERED SLIDIN around. tex just standin there at the steps like 🧍‍♂️ lookin at his boots. his big wet eyes. mace is SICK of his ass. but he still waited to for him AOUGH. tex huggin that pillow. MACE TAKIN HIS BOOTS OFF FOR HIM AOUGH.

mace poppin his hip n ploppin his hand down on it n then hittin the 🤨 oh so he's FUNNY I see

TEX ROLLIN OVER STRAIGHT OUTTA BED IM HOWLIN

HIM WALKIN AROUND WITH THE BLANKET AROUND HIS SHOULDERS AWUGH

mace is just always walkin around with his hands on his hips. truly tickles the hell outta me I dunno why.

"I don't think there's any psychology involved if that's what ur askin" goddamn!! unfortunately I would crack!! I could not listen to some kid say that n not giggle!! I'd lose all authority over the situation

emilo is givin Miley Cyrus stare. blonde ass hair n blue ass eyes. scary.

HIS CROP TOP HELLO???

"aw tex ur so cute" "he's so cute" "aw ur so cute tex" who are these BOYS???

theres somethin so endearin about Johnny n tex. tex sticks up for him when he bales. when tex clears the creek Johnny's the only one to come runnin after him. aough. they're kids. that's all it takes to clear up an argument.

somethin about tex sayin he ain't never held a baby but sure n mason tellin him to be careful. cause he has. Just once. his baby brother. AOUGH. Just the way mace looks at tex in that scene OUGH.

Mace took exactly ONE look at that car n said cool. so what drugs are u sellin now🤨 man didn't even last ten seconds before mace CLOCKED his ass.

mace's look of utter disbelief when lem says he doesn't have anyone dependin on him. tex in the back like let's go for a ride!! let's get some pizza!! man mace is a stronger man then me. tex HUSH N READ THE ROOM HON!!

TARGET??? THERES A FUCKIN TARGET IN THIS MOVIE??? WHEN IS THIS SHIT SUPPOSED TO BE SET??

tex's drivin is givin me motion sickness aough

tex goin double takin the gun like 😃 🙂‍↔️ 😮 actually made me giggle unfortunately. he's just so funny to me. God bless this kid man.

now how tf did that cop have such bad aim he accidentally shot out the drivers side window when the guys runnin away with the gun was 50 feet from the passengers side. dog.

tex throwin a pillow at mace n missin completely n takin the lamp out. God these kids man.

#ok thats the first half #i gotta stop here cause one its late as HELL over here #n im gonna stop bein coherent #n two #this post is about to be 20 miles long #anyways #hey someonebplease gimme an excuse to talk about these kids #jesus christ man #tex se hinton #tex mccormick #mason mccormick #bros watchin

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intuitively-her · 2 years ago

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What are their intentions with you?

Pile 1- (The Sun rx, 5 of cups rx, Queen of wands, The Fool, The Tower, Death rx, 3 of swords, 10 of swords, 3 of pentacles rx, 2 of pentacles)

I feel like this is a new connection or someone you've been dating casually. This relationship is an escape for this person. I'm gonna be honest...I don't really like this person's energy. It feels like they either went through a breakup recently or they still have a lot to heal from in their love life. Your person is very depressed most of the time, whether you can actually see this or not. They're holding onto a lot. If you've been feeling sad or drained after being with them, then this is why. If you wanna continue seeing them, that's your choice. All I'm saying is, don't let this person use you.🤷‍♀️This person likes to show you off in front of others because you make them look better/cooler. They always think the grass is greener somewhere else. Easily impressed by shiny or "pretty" things. They're lost right now, and they think this connection will help them get back on their feet. Girl...pls drop this loser asap.

Pile 2- (The magician rx, 7 of wands, Page of swords, 8 of wands, 4 of cups rx, 8 of cups rx, Ace of wands rx, Knight of wands, 4 of wands, 7 of swords rx)

I get a friends-to-lovers vibe from this pile, for some of you. For others, this is enemies-to-lovers. This person sees a lot of potential in this connection. It feels like this person has been closed off to love for a while. They're tired of that now. This person wants something new and real with you. This person feels like you're the one thing that's been missing from their life. They want to prove to you that they're worth it. They know you got options, but they don't care. They just wanna take you off the market before someone else does. Ouuu they got some tricks up their sleeve. I'm tellin yall. This person wants to plan some type of date or hangout with you. I keep getting something about them wanting to serenade you and give you a gift. They want open and honest communication with you. Your person doesn't wanna hold back at all. They wanna come towards you fast! You may hear from them soon in a text or email.

Pile 3- (The Devil, Ace of swords, Knight of cups, Knight of wands, Page of pentacles rx, The Moon rx, The Hanged Man, Justice rx)

This feels like a casual or on-and-off connection. Imma be honest, I feel like this person has you d*ckmatized, and not in a good way. They got you on a leash and they know it. To be honest, this person has no intention of settling down with you. Don't expect anything real from this person. They have you right where they want you. You've gotta stop falling for this person's lies. They tell you what you wanna hear, and you eat it up every single time. They're juggling this connection with others, you probably already knew this tho. Stop letting them give you broken promises. They strictly playing the field rn. This person keeps hurting you because you allow them to. Stand up and take your power back.💗

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iwanty0uu · 2 years ago

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★ THE HICKEY PRANK ★

You scrolled through Tik Tok mindlessly on FaceTime with your best friend Saylem in silence, until she broke it.

“Nahh what this bitch said she got eczema” she laughed, trying her best to catch her breathe. “Send” you replied smiling, feeling the vibration of your phone in your hand while pressing the message in your inbox. “Get out, how am I making you cry you literally have a hickey on your neck!” The boy with blue sweat pants said, “What do you mean like it’s literally my eczema..” you paused the Tik Tok now screaming and laughing. “NOOO BRO BECAUSE SHE THINK SHE SLICK OH EM GEE THATS A GOOD ONE.” tears now leaking out of your eyes, “wait bitch” you sighed “Imma *gasp* do that to mine and see how he react” The idea made your eyes brighten, “Bitch you smiling like the Grinch right now stop” Saylem said laughing.

“ Girl I can’t wait, but anyways toodles I have a prank to set up.” “Mwah later boo” she replied hanging up, it was currently 4:56 and your boyfriend came home from work in less than an hour, so you ran to get your vlog camera that sat cutely in it’s red case and began recording. The curls of your lace front bounced while you ran to the kitchen, your orange victoria secret fluffy sweater and shorts set hugged your body, protecting you from the air conditioner. It was hotter than the devil’s ass crack outside, so you knew your boyfriend Eren would be hot and irritated until he took his shower. You pressed record and backed up, “alrighty.. 3..2..1.. HI LAB RATS, welcome back or to my laboratory you already know Y/n the Scientist in this bitch okay so” you interrupted yourself while giggling, covering your hand over your mouth and cackling a bit harder.

“Ahhhh my bad y’all okay so boom today ima do a prank on my lil boo thang and it’s gonna be this hickey prank, so me and my homegirl Saylem was on the phone and I was telling her.. and then she was tellin me.. hold on lemme remember the conversation.” You paused running to get your phone. “Alright imma show you the tik tok,” laughter escaped at the idea of your boyfriend’s attitude, but you needed to move fast since time did everything but slow down. “Okay im going to be using the Fenty Beauty eyeshadow for a darker effect and then im going to throw on some of this Morphy blush and then put some powder and setting spray because i need this shit to last for real.” You ran to your desk, rummaging through your makeup bag.

Finally you finished and checked yourself out in your hand mirror, then..the front door unlocked. Eyes widening, you cursed yourself for not setting up the camera, but you had an idea “okay guys” you whispered quickly, Eren called your name, and you heard the confusion in his voice since you weren’t there like usual to greet him. “fuck fuck, imma put yall in my dresser drawer and imma flick the collar of my sweater up, and hide it until he get out the shower, while he in there im gonna set yall up in the kitchen mkay bye.” Basically throwing the camera in the drawer, you did as you said you would and greeted your man at the front door. “Hey baby love!” you chirped as he kissed your cheeks, then forehead, then lips, “whats goin on gorgeous” he smiled, you missed him, and prank aside you did feel a little bad for the headache you were about to bring on his pretty little head.

His bun was messy, chains hanging low on his white tee, he had on some simple black shorts, and his white nike socks rested above his black cats. “Boy you smell like outside..awww my poor baby sweating go wash up” you said kissing his lips, wiping the sweat off his forehead. He placed his pouch on the kitchen counter and nodded, making his way to the bathroom and grabbing a towel on the way there, you listened for the bathroom door and when it closed, you grabbed the camera, ran to the kitchen and set it up in between your red blender, red candle, and red toaster. “Camouflage” you whispered. Maybe the matching appliances wasn’t such a bad idea. After about 20 minutes, Eren came out with a towel over his shoulder, in some grey sweatpants.

“Boy where are your drawls..” you asked looking up from your phone, you nearly forgot you were on camera. His white teeth showed as he smirked, walking closer to you, lifting your chin up to kiss him. “FUCK THE PRANK IS IN EFFECT” your thoughts were so loud, you felt as if he could hear them, and his sudden halt made your heart drop to your ankles. “Y/n L/n I know that this isn’t a hickey. You are on your period, and your head isn’t big enough to suck on your own neck when your fingering yourself.” “NIGGA?” you sucked your teeth at his remark “man move around, and I dont even touch my private areas..” you said getting fake mad. “Girl you think I can’t hear you in the shower.. and fuck you mad for stop playin wit me I know this shit is make u-“ he said trying to wipe the makeup off with his hand.

His eyebrows furrowed and looked at you, “babe stop it’s hurting I rubbed my neck too hard in the shower with that exfoliating rag i be using with my African black soap, but my skin smooth and you love that shit” you said in an attempt to butter him up. “Girl bye there’s no way that’s from a fuckin rag” he said now getting serious, “the fuck u been doing all day?” he asked, damn your act could have won you a grammy, but pause.. The fuck is his issue for real? “Wait nigga u think im cheating on you?” you asked getting up, moving his hand away from your neck “Yo I never not one time said that you was, but nah for real what you was doing all day that made you get so defensive?” This joke was no longer a lil jokey joke.. he really thought you would cheat on him for real? I mean in his defense that’s the point of the prank but unless he was pranking you on your own prank, there shouldn’t even be a “if” or “but” leaving his mouth.

“I was waiting on your ass to get home thats what I was doing” you said rolling your eyes, walking closer to the camera to catch his reaction. “ Eren is a smart boy, so he had you fucked up when he was trailing your ass, actually thinking you did sum. “Nah bro don’t play dumb wit me now the fuck was you doin? The mark is fresh , do I play with you like that Y/n?” you turned to face him and you decided to play along, just for the camera… “So what if I was doing something, whatcha gonna do about it huh?” you asked crossing your arms over your chest. You gave him some of his least favorite sass, the same bratty attitude he always tried to control but to be honest, no amount of sex would let your mouth stop running, so he was always careful when it came to handling you. “Watch where you throwing that damn attitude. I am not a wide receiver so trust and believe I will throw it right back to your ass.

When you’re speaking to me, lower your tone.” his hands slid into his pockets. His ass is so sassy like this not-so-nigga wanna be a girl so fucking bad. However, the bulge in his sweats caught your attention..”He don’t got a roll of quarters in his pocket, so I don’t know what the fuck is lookin at me through his pants,” you said to yourself. This was when the realization that the video was boutta turn into a movie..ya know..the ones you get viruses from! “Okay Eren Yeager my deepest apologies,” you said smiling, rubbing your hands together like a teacher during a parent conference. Pointing your hand towards the red camera, his head followed,” My baby boo boo bear sweet cheeks vanilla muffin thick dick baby boy it is indeed a prank” you grabbed the camera quickly and ran for your life.

Eren didn’t lie about being a wide receiver but damn his ass ran fast, your final words to your audience was “HELP!” as you locked yourself into the bathroom, turning the camera off. “Baby I just wanna talk! Open the fuck up.” Eren knocked on the door, then slid his fingers under the bottom trying to get you, “Nah Gang baby not in here” you put on your manly voice trying not to laugh. The door knob stopped jiggling, but you heard a key enter the door knob and you had no choice but to hide in the cupboards under the sink. “Y/nnnnn where are you…” he asked, “Are you..here?” he said opening the shower curtain to reveal nothing, “I know your little gremlin ass can’t fit in the toilet, your forehead make the toilet seat stand up. His ass so fucking annoying.

“Alright n/n you win..”, but then the doors to the cupboard flew open, and your ass so happened to be dragged out. The camera remained in the bathroom but you two were actually boutta make a film of your own, “you finna handle my ass aren’t you bae” you sighed in defeat, “Mhm” he replied before you could even finish, “You tryna make fake ones Imma give you some that you won’t be able to hide”……

If you didn’t already, click on the fuckin red words neow.

OKAY GUYSSSSSS I hope you guys liked this one!!! This was a request from @katsaresokool and like I fell in love with the concept!! Also I won’t be uploading as much cuz classes start next week, but I’m lurkin and watching. Always. ~ 𝓁ℯ𝓁ℯ！

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veterantrainerray · 5 months ago

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Pyrite’s been depressed since the dust-up with Snag. Not only did he lose to his own rival, he’s takin’ my injury as his failure too.

For the newer folks followin’ my rural ramblings, Pyrite’s been ‘round me since we were both pretty young. He was the runt of the litter when I was five or six, but didn’t just compensate for it… Little bugger actually enjoyed scrappin’ even back then. Always had a new crack in his plates when I saw him. When I decided to run off to challenge the Kanto League when the Galar League wouldn’t give me a letter of recommendation, I took him with me. Called us both fools, my momma did. But I knew he’d still shine. That’s where his name comes from. Fool’s gold. I mighta been a fool, but I knew I had the perfect partner.

Since then… Well, we’ve both taken our share of knocks on the other’s behalf. Pyrite takes my physical safety extremely seriously, since he knows humans ain’t half as sturdy as he is on a bad day. I’m sure he knows I ain’t too happy ‘bout my own failures in that fight, too. If Maya hadn’t been ridin’ by to see what the rumbling was, Snag probably woulda… Well, Pyrite wouldn’t be here to feel bad about it.

You can tell he’s upset because he hasn’t stopped trying to get folks to spar with him… I told ya he’s the perfect partner. Always jumpin’ to tryna get stronger if he thinks he came up short. ‘Course I can’t leave it on him to improve; I gotta work on my focus in battle. If I got any clients or a certain student readin’ this, I bet this all seems a tad shocking. I ain’t really one to show cracks in my stoic side when I’m trainin’ folks. But I’m human, too.

Got three more comin’ in from Spikemuth next week. On the vid call they all seem rough, but that’s Spikemuth for ya. But I ain’t gonna turn away gym trainers that are goin’ outta their way to beg for trainin’ so they can better support Gym Leader Marnie. Didn’t even ask ‘em for a recommendation, much as I probably shoulda. I know Marnie would grumble and still write one anyway. Instead I just emailed Marnie ‘bout takin’ a few of them Team Yell fells off her hands for a bit.

To be honest, I always liked Spikemuth. Rough neighborhood, sure, but the folks there… As popular as Dark-types are in Spikemuth, the folks there are honest and straightforward in battles. And Marnie’s like a niece to me. I knew Piers way back, attended one of his pop-up concerts with his band at the time while stayin’ in the area. Can’t remember why me ‘n my grandpa were there, but that’s beside the point. I owe it to him to look after Marnie where I can. I’d say makin’ sure her gym trainers are the best they can be counts. Gonna be a pain in the wheelchair, though.

Shale’s gonna be in as soon as the day after tomorrow. Maya ‘n Mara keep tellin’ me to stick to referring to Shale by name for now. Ain’t too sure why, but I know a matter of respect when it stares me in the face. Surprisingly, Shale wants to train, rather than just work on the ranch. Guess that explains why Shale was sent to me to get away from everything. Still, gonna take it easy on the kid for a while. Let them get to know everyone before we settle into a routine. Officially, this is bein’ done as an exchange program; Shale’s pa went ‘n made sure this counts for early credit at that school up in Paldea. I respect a kid that aims high. As a side note, the look on the kid’s face when I mentioned we got a small herd of Galarian Ponyta rescues up here… If Shale can get that excited to visit a stable, there won’t be any problems fittin’ in.

Still workin’ on findin’ some Mudbray and some Kantonian Ponyta to bring up here. I remember hearin’ about some research efforts to bring back some Crown Tundra variants of Pokemon, and I know from the locals there used to be a special Mudsdale breed up there… Maybe I oughta reach out. The ranch has the tundra’s climate, and we got plenty of space for ‘em to run. Good mud at the river, too. ‘Spose if any of yall know anyone involved in that project, go ahead ‘n drop me a line!

Oh, and ‘fore I forget, Bea’s decided she’s comin’ up here later too. She heard about… Or rather saw the ranger bodycam footage of my battle with Snag. Dunno if she’s humorin’ me because of the injury or somethin’ impressed her but either way is fine by me. She’s bringin’ five of her gym trainers when she comes. We’re hammerin’ out schedules now. Gotta work ‘round Allister’s school schedule too, since he’ll be handlin’ the gym in her absence and I ain’t gonna ask him to compromise his education over this.

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cashmoneyyysstuff · 1 year ago

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dinner prep engagement ♡

a/n : aaaand its finally here, the final part of the ring pop proposal miniseries after decades !!!! im sorry it took me so long to write this final part yall, i just finally felt enough inspo to write it and im super happy w how it came out ! i hope yall do too ! lemme know if you wanna be added to the taglist ! much luv xx

fem reader, literally pure fluff between mama n son, katsuki gets emotional very quickly bc i believe he does and you cannot make me think otherwise, a lil emotional but pure sweetness, mentions of making dinner, lmk if i missed sum else !!

this time, mitsuki has no idea what her son is planning. sure she’s had her hopes for years now, and her suspicions, but nothing truly concrete.

that is, until she gets a call in the middle of the night.

"katsuki..hello ?" she answers groggily, heaving a sigh and rubbing at her eyes. she checks next to her to make sure she hasn't woken her husband up, her eyes dart over to her digital clock " 'ts one in the morning."

"uh..hey." her son's gruff voice sounds over the phone, she raises a brow at his hesitant tone of voice, but she let's him continue "yeah, i know. sorry.." he mumbles out.

the older woman shakes her head affectionately "it's fine..is there something you wanted to talk about ?"

it's silent on the other end for a while until katsuki mumbles something. "katsuki, you know i can't hear you if you don't speak up." she scolds lightly, causing him to growl under his breath.

"not..not right now, no--just..can i come over tomorrow ?"

taking in her silence for hesitance he continues " it's nothin' bad..i just--feel like it's something i needa say face to face, i guess.."

"okay..yeah, of course. you know you can come over whenever you want." she urges "is yn comin' along ?"

"no, she isn't." she can practically hear his eye roll and it makes her smirk "she'll be busy tomorrow anyway so, not this time. i'll tell her you said hello though, since you're always tellin' me to."

she's about to retort when katsuki speaks again, only not to her. she hears what she knows is your voice quietly chatting with him as he reassures you that he'll be right there with you and for you to go back to bed. the soft tone in his voice makes her eyes soften.

never could she ever have imagined her katsuki ever speaking so softly to anyone, because her katsuki is, despite having calmed down over the years, still quite the brat. (she's pretty sure she knows where he gets it from now..) he's still temperamental when interviewers and journalists get on his nerves. he's still awfully moody , but he's different now. he's just a little bit gentler with the way he handles kids or older women who's cats have gotten stuck in trees. complaining that this isn't his damn job but still doing it anyway with utmost care as the kitties sink their sharp claws into his skin or cling to him for warmth.

he's a still a little rough around the edges but it's the thought that counts. he's different than when he was younger, but he still is the most different with you. his rough and gruff voice that he uses to bark out orders and complain, complain, complain, he uses so softly around you, keeping you as calm and sleepy as possible. it's not perfect, but he manages to usher you back to your room to sleep, and that makes the thought count so much more.

"m'gonna go now." he warns, his mother hums in agreement, telling him she'll see him tomorrow and he reciprocates the goodbye.

"night, ma."

"night, kiddo." she grins, a happy sigh leaving her when she hangs up the call and lays back down. cozying herself up next to her husband.

she's had her suspicions and her hopes for a while now, but she can't be too sure what her son could possibly want from her tomorrow.

katsuki comes back home like he's never left.

the day goes like any other day would've went a few years ago when he was still living in the family home. mitsuki almost expects her son to run off upstairs to do his homework.

he greets his dad with a half hug, and is forced into a tight embrace by his mother, which he grumbles about. grumbles turning into a growl when she grips his cheek, scolding him for not greeting his mother properly.

it's a lot of catching up from the few months he's been busy with hero work. talking about his latests achievements and his quick climbing of the hero ranks, accompanied with barely suppressed smiles and softened eyes when you're brought up. mitsuki remembers how nervous he'd been when he'd told her he was planning on asking you to move in with him, so she's happy to hear from the both of you, since she has your number and you like to catch up every now and then, that everything was going well. though she already knew it would.

katsuki volunteered to help with dinner, his mother happily agreeing saying she could use some help. it makes her a little bit nostalgic and she wills herself not to get teary eyed at how much her son has grown.

but she sees that the opportunity has presented itself to bring up the topic that's been on the tip of her tongue the entire day now.

"so.." she sings "you wanted to talk about something, right ?"

katsuki stiffens like he'd forgotten, although his expression stays the same besides the slight squint of his eyes. the rhythmic cutting of vegetables has stopped and it takes him a moment before he speaks quietly like he's revealing a secret.

"i wanna ask yn to marry me."

oh.

so that was it.

"oh." she breathes immediately. a broad smile slowly grows onto her face and she beams "took you long enough, ya brat !" she exclaims, slapping her sons muscular arm. he growls lowly at her, leaning away from her though she remains undeterred. poking at his sides while he tries to smack her hands away.

finally, she relents "when are you gonna ask ?" she asks excitedly. katsuki huffs, eyebrows still heavily furrowed from her earlier attack. he turns back to the cutting board "soon. i arranged my schedule and we'll both be free, so in two weeks from now."

"you already have a ring ?"

he grunts in agreement. and mitsuki besides being proud of the fact her hunch was right, feels her heart warms at the burst of nostalgia of her little boy. her katsuki, kicking his feet in the backseat of her car. tightly gripping his bag of ring pop candies he'd give to you the next day. her little katsuki, who'd proudly claimed he was going to marry you when he grew up in that very same car, exclaiming that he'd proposed to you with those very same candies he'd almost had a tantrum over her not getting.

her little boy, who'd gotten oh so big, and so, so much more enamoured with you.

"good." she utters sweetly, voice just a bit wobbly "good. that's great, katsuki."

he nods to himself " i've thought about it for a while now..long while." he scoffs to himself, eyes focused on the cutting board in front of him. "got the whole day planned out too."

"yeah ?" he nods. her eyes soften as he speaks mostly to himself, he's had this little self hype up habit ever since he was a boy. trying to calm himself down and reassure himself. it's a smart move, but as strong and mature as he is, katsuki is nothing more than human. and anxieties can creep up on the best of us.

she's seen it before, and she sees it again when he bites his bottom lip in thought, and she smiles softly.

and again, she coaxes him into it " that sounds nice, looks like you got it all planned out, huh?"

and he nods again. but it doesn't take him, long before he breaks.

"..what if she says no ?"

and mitsuki wants to laugh. she really does, because the thought of you ever saying no to him sounds absolutely ridiculous to her. she snorts. shaking her head while her son looks at her incredulously.

"katsuki.." she tuts, chuckling to herself before she looks up at him. "you've got absolutely nothing to worry about. you've got it."

his eyes widen, then her son's expression drops as he raises a brow "how do you know that ?" his words make her smile widen this much more and she really wants to laugh.

how does she know. she scoffs

she knows because she knows him. she knows her katsuki better than anyone else, he's her son. she knows he's rude, rowdy, quipy, temperamental and everything else. he's all of that and so much more.

and yet you still love him. you're still so incredibly patient with him, you still offer him all of your kindness despite him once confessing to her he doesn't understand how you do. despite all of the times he's messed up, the times he's fallen down, you stay by his side you care for him, you care about him.

she knows her katsuki is absolutely infatuated with you, he always has been. from tantrums about being separated in class and knowing your favourite ice cream flavour to him being overly protective over you when you were paired up with your lab partner that ended up not being him and to him wearing the stupid stuffy tux mitsuki tailor made for him to take you to prom.

you've always been his number one best friend, but he's always been yours as well : he loves you, but you love him just as much.

and so mitsuki smiles "call it mother's intuition. and, not to brag, but i think most of my hunches have been right by now" and it widens when katsuki scoffs and rolls his eyes at her boasting, another bratty little habit he has that he's practically mastered over the years. she sighs, spreading her arms out towards him "well come over here. you've gone and gotten so damn tall, i can't reach you myself !" her son rolls his eyes again, but he scoffs softly to himself and with a shake of his head, he closes the distance and hunches over to hug his mother. she wraps her arms around him tightly and he grumbles when she squeezes but he doesn't try to get away.

"there's nothing for you to worry about, katsuki. absolutely nothing." she repeats, rubbing his back. "you love each other, and that's more than enough. just be yourself, it's been working out for you this far..somehow." she jests. katsuki scoffs indignantly but they both end up chuckling about it. after a few more seconds they pull away and mitsuki pats her son's chest with a sniffle. right on top of his heart that she knows, she's seen, has gone through oh so much.

but still remained entirely yours throughout all the years and still so so so enamoured with you.

gripping onto his shoulders, she whispers "you got this." the glossiness in his eyes is impossible to miss, he's always cried very easily. but she guesses she mirrors his expression exactly. her son is the spitting image of her after all. she places a hand on his cheek and he leans into it.

"thanks, ma" he whispers sincerely. and mitsuki feels her heart soar.

"any time."

during dinner, katsuki announces the news to his father. who after getting over his shock immediately wraps his son into a hug. congratulating him and encouraging him with teary eyes, she knows where katsuki gets that from, before they all settle down to have dinner before katsuki leaves a few hours later. waving off his mother's insistence to pass you a greeting with a grumbled acknowledgement.

she shakes her head as her and her husband watch him drive off but her heart is full of pride.

"we raised a killer son didn't we ?" she giggles looking back at masaru, who agrees with a smile as they share a laugh.

and the next time you both come over, you're giddy. unable to keep your excitement in check as you keep excitedly looking back at katsuki, who finally relents with an affectionate sigh and you happily show off you're ringed finger with a squeal.

mitsuki squeals right back, wrapping you up in the tightest bear hug she could. masaru takes his turn hugging you, sweetly congratulating you both. of course, they'll tell you they both new in advance, but that was all for later.

sure, she didn't know what her son was planning in advance, but she had her hunches and her funny feeling from all those years ago that you'd be sticking around. she guesses it's good enough that she was the first to be told.

she sends her son a proud and teasing smile when they make eye contact. he rolls his eyes, but the smile on his face doesn't fade as he watches you talk with his father. she doesn't have to say a single word for him to know what she's saying.

i told you so.

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lostacelonnie · 2 years ago

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Hell yeah! Mood every time i go to a beach i always miss her after. I will keep my fingers crossed for your return on another trip. Oh those are all so good. Im especially a fan of churros & empanadas. I should get paella again sometime. That is a very mismatched group but i respect the vibe based friendship. Also reminds me i should get back to finishing mag archives thats a good podcast. Also been meaning to look into goth music to see what thats all about. The peak goal of adhd people. To rember. High luck stat to not be attacked by gulls. I think i got a tad bit there too because ive never been attacked by them but like. You can see the simple minded desire in their eyes. Especially if you have food. Damn best of luck to her. Thats like people tellin me they moved to florida, where the gators climb over fences often. Group chat for geo teacher fans that is amazing. Love that for yall. Oh there's one thing xabi & i share as i too do not know whats goin on so often. Thanks! I only hope i have enough but i think sw is in the back half so i can save even more pulls than i have. Probably will have to pass her light cone up like i did for seele's til next time. Meta can leave i dont care for it i use who i want when i want this is an anti meta zone. Oh? Im not sure. What to ask about them. Like i wanna know more of their role in the story of honkai i guess. What happens to them & all that. Welt seems to have history with otto/luocha. & himeko is my coffee lovin mom character i like her a lot. We love a girl who keeps complex machinery like the express working. Skirk showed up so briefly at the end of the archon quest but damn if it wasnt funny. Yeeting childe out of the abyss & just lore dropping on us all. I think i saw you played the story quest & learned about furina? I think it was uh. Durandal's jp va that she shared with skirk i cant remember cant wait to see if she becomes playable though. Oh damn really? The range is insane indeed what a queen. Oooh congrats! I also got her & had enough for her weapon next is navia but i might only have enough for her & try for her weapon later. Since arlecchino is a few updates out. Im not yet at a world level where relics matter but same. Not the best luck on that yet. 7 am exam? That should be illegal but i wish you luck on your studies. Especially with feelin a bit sick trying to study while sick is awful. Ooooh nice! Such a fun & good series. I just got the fifth volume last week & finally had time to finish it. Quickly became a favorite for me. Now if only i had time to read everything else im behind on.

FOR REAL FOR REAL ive never been much of a sea person but ahh this is such a universal experience... and thankies!!! while i could never Live in spain permanently [hot and everyone tries to talk to you] i did end up becoming quite fond of the country. GOD YEAH CHURROS ARE SOO GOOD generally speaking i like ALL spanish food. banger after banger after banger. need to learn how to cook some because i miss it so bad. but i DID manage to not fuck up scrambled eggs when i made them for the first time ever recently so thats a good sign for my culinary abilities id say. anyway IT IS AJDKKFJF but i vibe with them so its chill. ah nice!! im terrible with podcasts [can never quite concentrate on them.....] but i wanna listen to it Someday since i heard only good things ab it. also good luck luck with that!! i like goth music as in i think its Good and i generally enjoy it if i happen to hear it but its also sth i just Do Not listen to in my free time. i respect it tho. coming back YEAH AJSKDKFK I WAS JUST. observing the gulls the whole time but surprisingly nobody from my class was attacked ajdjfkgjs. and ill pass on the message when i talk to her next time AJKSLJFJG i really Do wonder what even prompted her moving there sometimes. i believe it was her boyfriend but also she changes those as often as clothes so she must Really like this guy, i guess. good for her tho shes my coolest sibling. and thanks SHJDKFKA were really devoted to her. also ive been accused of simping for her by the ice skater which is extremely funny because this is not even the first time ive been accused of being into a 30-40 y/o woman by someone at school [ITS ALL CHILL BTW its just for the shits. still. attacked and slandered!]. and same ajdkfjgj tho in his role its actually Quite Annoying for my class since like. we NEED to get things done sometimes and he just. does not do that. like literally our english teacher [who also looks like shes constantly dead inside and hates her job but we love her] did more to help us with this one thing than he did even tho she did not have to do that in any capacity. shes just epic. AHH GOOD LUCK WITH THAT!! i love ignoring meta sooooo much which might sound weird from someone who spends half his life grinding for stuff in honkai but its true. honkai is literally the only game where i care about meta and thats bc honkai meta is UNFORGIVING. but hey at least the gacha is much better with the 100 pulls guarantee for each char + 50 pull guarantee for gear pieces. IM NOT VERY GOOD WITH OTTO LORE TO BE ENTIRELY HONEST as in i know quite a lot of it but it hasnt quite Clicked in my head BUT IM ALWAYS HAPPY TO ANSWER ANY QUESTIONS AB THEM YOU MAY HAVE [<- GUY WHO IS SOO SO NORMAL]. AND YEAH SKIRK IS SO FUCKIGN FUNNY TO ME like the way she was previously described painted her as just so strong and intimidating but her speech pattern is so funny to me shes so chill. i feel like i could meet her smoking her evening cig and shed tell me where to pirate shit. id do a polish joke here but it is literally untranslatable without a 30 minute long backstory so nevermind. AND OOOOOH EPIC ALSO RIGHT?????? i respect voice actors above anyone else. ahh good luck getting navia!!!!!! i was Planning to pull for her but im much less efficient at grinding rn since i got a screentime limit due to having fucked up eyes [which im Not following btw but i am trying to touch grass a little bit more at least] [this is also the reason why i responded so late im sorry the change kinda threw me out of the loop]. ah understandable i was. well not Very high but enough to have trouble without decent gear so yeah. good luck in the future farming tho!! AND RIGHT I AGREE tho honestly the alternative would be an exam at like FOUR PM which is actually Worse imo. i personally function pretty well during my 7am classes and learned to enjoy them [public transport is very charming early in the morning..... i get to catch the sunrise sometimes] but that is also because i live like maybe 40 minutes away from my school. so i get up at around 6 am to get to school.

[ignore the random paragraph break i hit the character limit JSJFIGKJSWIJF] some of my classmates, however, have to get up at 4 am which. respect i could never. anyway thanks!!! the exam went quite well actually hehehe im doing much better in history than i thought. im becoming a nerd along with my entire friend group. every single day someone has new historical memes to share and theres already some inside jokes as well. fun. AND AHHHHHH THATS SO EPIC!!!!!!! i love this series sososoososooso much even tho i didnt have time to start the 3rd volume yet... however i DID read a translation of the "she's so cheeky for a commoner!" web novels and im about to read the light novel so im quite excited for that. first and only loretta and pipi fan ever.....

#also i love wataoshi for the fact everyone has like 3 different localizations of their name #except for claire who is the only one thats consistent #asks #pen pals

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sublimecatgalaxy · 3 years ago

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Ooo baby we need a part two to Caught Red Handed! Maybe that’s how mouse ends up being murdered by a violent little gangsta boy lol

Pairing: Fezco x Reader

Summary: It's left in the hands of Fez and the reader to come up with a plan on how to tell Mouse that the drugs were gone. Thankfully, when things go south, Ashtray is there. With a hammer.

Song: "I Will Follow You Into The Dark" by Death Cab for Cutie (this is the perfect song for this trio)

Warnings: Violence, sexual harassment, swearing, mentions of death.

A/n: Since there was an OUTCRY for part 2... I whipped this up real quick for yall since I'm writing at top speed today for some fucking reason.

PART 1

I was aware of the lengths that my boys would go to for me.

I was well aware that they both would die for me, kill for me, anything that I required, they would take care of. I was comforted by the fact that I was safe and sound wherever I went. If they were with me, no one would even think about talking to me, fucking with me. Fez was intimidating on his own, his eyes on me and me only as the girls looked and fawned. But Ashtray was the nail that sealed the coffin.

Everyone who knew us, who knew Ash, knew that I was his soft spot and he would die before anyone came between our family. They were both utterly loyal to me, their ears tuned into my voice and orders. There would never be a time where these two weren't taking care of me.

I protected them like a lioness protected her mate and her cub. Ashtray was my responsibility, everything that he was was because of equal efforts on Fez and I. Of course their grandmother had an impact on him but his kindness, the smile he didn't show that often, that was all me.

Ashtray would do anything to keep me safe, he had shown it time and time again. No matter how angry I made him, how pissed off he got by my orders, he loved me in a way that he would love a mother. I was the only woman he trusted, especially after practically losing his grandmother and being abandoned by his mother, I was all he had.

He would kill before anything jeopardized our tight knit relationship.

Sitting on the couch next to Fez as Mouse looks down at us, his head tilting in a calculated way. I can see Ash in the other room, watching, stalking Mouse like he's prey. He was angry, I could see it across his face. But Mouse was even more angry.

"You tellin' me you got no drugs or cash?" Mouse asks, sitting down on the couch in front of us as he folds his hands in his lap. I sit up straighter, my face stoic as I take over.

"We were compromised by the police. Everything's gone but we have an idea on how to get the cash for you. We just need a week." I offer, his eyebrows raising at my plan. He looks teasing as he turns to Fez with an eye roll.

"The adults are talking." He hisses with a laugh but I don't let his words faze me, my eyes flickering down to the floor. If Ashtray was in the room right now and he heard that, hell would break loose. Instead, Fez shifts uncomfortably next to me as he clears his throat.

"Like she said man. She's the planner in this business." He shrugs simply, Mouse's laugh making me shiver in disgust.

"Well if she's the leader of this operation here then she should be the one to pay the price, am I right?" Mouse shrugs, turning to look back at Custer who sits at the table. Custer has a sly smirk on his face, his head bobbing in a simple nod. I gulp at the open ended threat, Fez tensing beside me. My mind spins with the ways this can end, none of them being good.

But I would do anything to avoid Fez and Ash getting hurt.

"What's your price?" I ask and I spot Ash anxiously watching me, his head shaking gently. I send him back a look, almost telling him to back down as he begins to pace the side room. Mouse stands, making his way around the table, his eyes locked on me.

"Man, come on, I got two grand-" Mouse cuts Fez off with a finger, his head tilting as he looks down at me.

"I believe the woman can speak for herself since you've made it clear she can. So she's gonna pay." He explains with a nasty smirk, my jaw gritting as Fez's fingers move to rest between the couch cushions.

There were many ways this could end right now. It could end with me being sexually harassed the rest of the night, Mouse coercing me to do things that I wouldn't normally do. It could end in a shoot out, Fez pulling the gun out from between the cushions. Those were the two that were most likely, neither of the options sitting well with me.

"I asked what your price was." I repeat, the sass in my voice evident as Mouse's eyes widen, his smiles growing as he turns to Fez with a wink.

"She's got quite the mouth on her." He laughs, Custer's snickers heard from across the room. My stomach drops as he holds his hand out to me, my breathing picking up as Fez lets out a forced exhale.

"Bruh, that's my girl." Fezco adds, trying anything and everything in the book to get me out of this but I just look back at him, my eyes pleading with him.

"Unless you want a bullet 'tween your eyes, I suggest you listen to your girl more often." Mouse whispers, his eyes fluttering over my frame as I look past him, my eyes meeting Ash's. He looks furious, his jaw clenching as I shake my head at him but he's already busy with something else. I knew that, at this point, if I didn't comply, Ash and Fez would be dead in an instant. I knew that I needed to go along with whatever sick things Mouse has in store, my stomach aching painfully at the thought.

The whole room stops as Ashtray comes running into the room, the hammer in his hands coming down on Mouse's skull before he carries on his wrath to Custer, the man crying out. I step back as Mouse falls to the ground in front of me, blood dripping from the wound on his forehead. Fez immediately stands behind me, his arms pulling me to his chest as I look at Mouse out of the corner of my eyes. He was dead, there's no doubt. Custer cries as he holds his bloody nose, Ash breathing loudly as he approaches Fez and I.

"Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" Ash mutters, my head pulling away from Fez's chest to look at the boy. His eyebrows are pulled together, my jaw dropped in silent shock. "Y/n? Did he fucking touch you?!" I give him a stuttered head shake as I look back to Mouse, tears rising in my eyes as I think about what this means. I feel Ash's arms wrap around my waist, my eyes looking back to Fez as I panic. I ignore Custer's cries as Fez steps up to us, his arm wrapping around my hip as he looks down at Ash.

We had figured it out like we said. Maybe in an unconventional way, an illegal way, that left us with more questions and worries than before. But we figured this out like we'd figure out what comes next too.

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drakenology · 5 years ago

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A B C’s with Todoroki Shoto.

hiii! so I got this little idea while leisurely scrolling through bnha smut. idk if this creator is the originator of the trend but I wanna give credit anyways so shout out to @nillabeam for inspiring me to drabble on and on about my shoto doin the dirty.

warnings: smut (obvi so 18+ please), slight daddy kink, all characters are aged up, and some swearing cause I feel like it.

enjoy my little heathens!

A- Aftercare

Oh don’t be fooled by Todo’s calm and stoic demeanor. He is fucking insatiable in bed.

But after a long night of ravishing you until you’re drunk on his cock, he’ll run you both a bath to soak your muscles in and relax.

Would help you in and out of the bath as he washed you up, rinsing your back for you.

He’d leave kisses where he left harsh hickies.

Would tell you how much he loved you, and gush about how delicate and pretty you were. EEK!!

B- Body Part

He loved your breasts.

You would often catch him staring at them as you talked to him, earning a stern look on your face to remind him to pay attention to you.

Would fuck you on your back just to watch them bounce and jiggle around

He felt like your boobs were always so happy to see him, perking up when he would grab them.

Would kiss them during sex and loves playing and sucking on them.

Most of your hickies were all over them

As for his own body, He really likes how toned and strong his arms got.

He wants to protect you, so he got stronger so he can beat people up for you if he needed to. aww how sweet.

C- Cum

He cums all over his favorite part of your body (see B).

He also likes to cum inside you, cause he’s got a small teeny weeny breeding kink.

You always cum first.. like it’s mandatory. He simply can’t bring himself to do it knowing you haven’t had your fill.

When you go down on him thoooooo..

He loved to cum all over your pretty face. He always thought you looked gorgeous painted in his cum.

He’d kiss your lips after you gave him head if a little bit of his hot cum was still on your mouth.

D- Dirty Secret

As I said, Todoroki was a stoic and cool person out in public.

He didn’t appear to be as sexually savant as he is

but BABY

I’m tellin you, in the bedroom Todo is a beast.

He really liked being called daddy.

It was something about watching your cute little face twist in pleasure whine and beg for him to fuck you.

“Address me right, princess.” ASDGFJKF

HUGE daddy kink, da fuqq.

E- Experience

eh.. some.

He had another girlfriend before you; some girl Endeavor set him up with. She cheated on him.

but yeah.. my baby knows what he’s doing.

He loved showing you his moves. Watching your amazed and fucked out face was his favorite part of fucking you.

F- Favorite Position

He loved them all tbh.

He liked to experiment with a lot of different positions, getting bored pretty quickly.

But his tried and true is missionary.

He got to watch your face react to his every maneuver, kiss your neck to mark you up as his territory as he whispers in your ear sweet praises

“Good girl, kitten.” “So good for me.” “You feel so good, baby”

Also your luscious breasts were front and center for him to stare at as he pounds you ooooooooo.

G- Goofy

Yeah soo.. Shoto is a little serious. A little too serious in fact.

Once when you two were making out he lifted you up, trying to carry you into your room as he bumped your head on the door frame.

God it was like you were on life support or something

He apologized a million times, blaming himself as if he severely hurt you.

You just giggle and kiss him in hopes it’ll shut him up and calm his worrying. You knew it was just an accident.

H- Hair

He kept himself pretty trim, not really liking having a lot of hair on his body, for the exception of his arms and legs. He couldn’t help that he was a hairy guy (I imagine Endeavor being a lil hairy under his hero costume soo genetics?)

I- Intimacy

he’s such a hopeless romantic it’s adorable.

he dotes on you the whole time, ensuring he’s not hurting you too much

would kiss you over and over again

wants to you be comfortable at all times.

in moments like these you’re the only thing that matters.

J- Jack off

If for whatever reason he’s away, he always calls you.

“I need you baby, what are you wearing right now?” He’ll ask, no matter if he’s in an important meeting or away on business, if he’s horny he’s horny.

Needs your voice to help him through his orgasm.

Loves to facetime when he’s away so he can see your face and your body.

“Yes, god Y/N you’re so perfect. Bend over for me.. yes..” He groaned, sloppily palming away at his length as he comes to his climax.

K- Kink

he’s got a lot sksksns

definitely a fucking dom

loves telling you what to do, always calling the shots in bed most of the time

Loves pet names, “baby girl” “kitten” “princess”

overstimulates you sometimes just to see you squirm under him, the sick bastard.

high key a sadist.. he’ll never openly admit to that tho

L- Location

anywhere, surprisingly.

If you two were out with friends and he felt an urge to taste you, he’d simply say you two are going to the car to get something, only to start having sex with you in the back seat.

Fucks you in his office

Fucked you in his childhood bedroom once as a fuck you to his father. haha.

down for whateva.

M- Motivation

one thing that always got him going was you acting coy. Like you don’t know that what you’re doing is turning him on.

You lean a little more, your blouse unbuttoned so he can see your ample cleavage.

“What do you mean, Sho?” You bat your eyelashes, smirking at him as you watch his face turn red.

“Fuck Y/N, don’t be cute. You’ll be sorry when we get home.” He would hiss at you, secretly not wanting you to stop teasing him.

He loved your sexy ass.

N-No

he hated excessive hitting or pain play.

he was always too scared to hurt you, knowing he could by mistake at any given point.

he just won’t hit you.. so don’t ask.

O- Oral

he loved sloppy, degrading head from you.

fucks your throat sometimes, loves hearing you gag.

when he gives you head though, he’s relentless.

he wont stop until your sobbing, begging him to fill you as he ate you out, shallowly fingering you with one finger to make you.

“Aw.. look at you. So desperate. You want me inside you, kitten?” UGHHH

P- Pace

depends on the situation or what mood he’s in.

when he’s making love to you, his pace is slow and methodical, wanting to savor the moment

however when you’ve been bad... FUCK

he’s gonna pound you into the mattress until you’re a fucked out mess underneath him, begging him to slow down so you can catch you breath

“Don’t cry now, princess. You had so much mouth earlier.” He would mock you, smirking at your weakened state. Yall I-

Q- Quickies

as much as he loved taking his time with you, quickies were something that were quite vital for you two.

Shoto was always busy with something as he always kept himself occupied to provide for you two.

Whenever the opportunity arises, you two strike while the iron’s hot

R- Risk

Shoto likes to explore every aspect of sex, so that leaves for lots of room for exploration.

Finding new spots to touch and lick and suck on.

He loved taking risks if it meant he got to listen to your sweet moans.

S- Stamina

uhm.. yes.

he had a fuck ton, you often cumming multiple times before he did.

“I hope you’re not tapping out on me. I’m not through with you yet.” He would coo to you, urging you to yet another orgasm.

he almost felt bad for you, as you twitch and shake overstimulated from his stamina being filled to the goddamn brim.

T- Toys

he used them on you a lot.

loved little bullet vibrators, they were so handy in helping him send you into a frenzy.

one night he had made you squirt when he used one on you as he fucked you senseless.

“Ooh I know you’ve got some more in there for me, kitten. Be a good girl and do that again.”

he also liked to watch you fuck yourself with a dildo.

he found it pretty easy to degrade you as he watched you try mimic his thrusts with it.

“You wish that was me don’t you, kitten? Too bad.”

U- Unfair

he totally LOVES teasing you

in public especially, loving to see you flustered and speechless as you try and talk to others.

“What’s wrong, princess? You seem a little hot.” He’d say, caressing your inner thigh under the table at dinner.

V- Volume

todo isn’t very loud in bed.

he’ll grunt and groan against your skin has he fucked you

definitely cussing a lot under his breath and whispering praises or obscenities in your ear as he took you.

“Ugh..baby. You feel so good.” “You’re mine..all mine.” “Shit, you’re so wet.”

W- Wild Card!!!

todoroki’s favorite memory of one of your ventures was when he had you bent over the kitchen sink. he didn’t think you could cum that hard around him, the feelings almost sending him into his own release.

he loved when you wore dresses to give him easy access to your pussy.

loved fucking you in them, something about pulling it up to reveal you cheeky little panties made him feral.

X- X-Ray

todoroki is PACKIN okay?

i don’t imagine him being extra long, but he had really nice girth

still to this day you’re left speechless when he pulls that glizzy out his boxers.

Y-Yearning

shoto loves you.. like a lot.

everything you do kinda sends him into a frenzy, wanting you right then and there.

he wants sex pretty much all the time, I think the only time he’s not horny is when he’s working.

Z- Zzz

you always fell asleep first, being that shoto wears you the fuck out

he liked to watch you sleep, leaving soft kisses all over your face.

“I love you, Y/N.” He’d whisper, holding you close as he drifted off to sleep with you. AWWWW

whew this shit took longer than I thought. hope yall liked this. i’m finally starting to write about more characters other than my baby daddy katsuki. bye!

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