#I DIDNT FORGET HIS SCAR THIS TIME

[buggyandthebartoclub]

🌝💕 fishman Shachi and the lovely @mandiemegatron 💕💕 (penguins outside the door singing mandie and Shachi sitting in a tree k i s s i n g!)

[oso-nan]

yeah, thats it, hit me!

[samwise1548]

every time I see your pfp it makes me so happy !!! Jon deserves more head pats I love it

Aww thanks!!

Here more Martin playing with Jon's hair, now in gif form :3

[jamiethebeeart]

Thinking about why spinner has his forearms covered (I am ignoring Stain's influence)

(drabble under the cut)

CW: description of scars

The league was on the run and being around each other all the time meant they saw each other outside of their villain personas. Toga wore large sweaters and kept her hair pulled back - in braids, hair ties, pigtails, pinned - it didn't matter so long as it stayed out of her face. It wasn't uncommon to see Twice with his mask off but it never lasted long. Mr. Compress kept his face covered still - in a face mask or bandana and a hat - whatever was convenient. Dabi flitted in and out, hardly staying in one place for long. When he did, it was usually with a smoke and sans jacket. Spinner still seemed on edge and standoffish, with a long sleeved shirt or jacket on - different from his sleeveless Stain inspired shirt. Shigaraki was the same as always. He had no need to don a villain persona and his hands were as close as always.

Tapping away on a hand held game console, a game over screen flashed. Huffing out a breath, movement caught Shigaraki's eye. Glancing up, he saw Spinner pushing up his sleeves. Looking back down at his game, Shigaraki paused. He knew what those were. Shigaraki looked up through his eyelashes. Scars littered Spinner's forearms, crossing over one another in sporadic multitudes. Raised bumps, pale skin, scales missing, divets and uneven gashes. Some of them looked old - pale and barely there - others looked healed, but still stretching skin unevenly and brighter, not quite settled in the skin. Raising his eyes to briefly look at Spinner's relaxed face, Shigaraki put his attention back on his console. He stared at the screen. He measured the time it blinked the game over - flash flash flash. He thought. Dabi's scars had an obvious cause, it wasn't hard to guess how and why they covered so much of his body. A single cause with irritation from improper care and overuse. He himself was intimately familiar with his own. Shigaraki furrowed his eyebrows. He knew what skin biopsies looked like, various weapons and wounds, burns and impalements, and how they healed from his time around Nomus. He knew what old scars looked like, what new ones did, and how they overlapped on the skin. He scratched his neck, the uneven surface causing his nails to catch awkwardly as he pulled across. He glanced back up. Spinner had scars that looked like biopsies, but with rough edges from unsure cuts and ripped chunks from scales that never grew back. Scars that ripped up edges of nearby scales without dislodging them. Patches of skin that Shigaraki supposed lied covered underneath all Spinner's scales. Various ages and depths telling a story, a story that Spinner kept hidden and quiet. Clicking the restart button, Shigaraki narrowed his eyes. One day, he'd get that story from him.

[an-radish]

and I won’t draw him for another.....100 years

[tweeptwee]

ITS HIM !!!!!!!!!!!! i drew a doodle , then i was told to make it scar , and now its him !!! hes got his big hat , and a bunch of friends decided to try their hand at doing lineart over my sketch B)

apparently , my sketches are hard to read , so L to them !!!!!!! clearly that means im cool so B) !!!

[ange1ace]

𝓔AT YOUR YOUNG

tw: dark!luke, kidnapping, smut, cursing, innocence kink, daughter of aphrodite!reader, stalking/obsessive behaviors, violence

a/n: was gonna scrap this but we move on !!!!!!

ღ: in which luke believes you can fix him.

Theres a greed that arises from hatred-from envy.

Insatiable, no matter how many tries he attemps to satiate the huger that claws at him. He's empty, wafting through camp like a ghost because really? he's not there. His minds somewhere else, the only thing bringing him down to earth is the rush he gets from sword fighting.

He's volatile, even, like a ticking time bomb, the sound revolving in his head, relentlessly. Its louder when he forgets the hypocrisy, the rejection and for a second? something sick like sympathy snakes into his mind. His hand traces over his scar on instinct because if he presses hard enough? It burns-stings.

And eradicates any solicitude he thought he had.

Tick. Tock.

Campfires were never luke's thing. He sits towards the back, eyes downcast and shadows coveting him due to the flame. His hands drum against backbiter, something he uses to keep himself busy until he can go back to the cabin. The orange hues that bring him back so much so, that he quickly averts his gaze.

Tick.

His fingers trace the line of his sword, and he swallows. He'll be gone soon enough. Laughter echoes in his head at that statement, but he ignores it.

Tock.

Luke's mind is buzzing, thoughts spiraling like his head has a heartbeat. It drives him mad. He's about to leave, sneak and tell some lie to Chiron about forgetting to lock up the stables. Anything, if he can just get out. He walks, caught so much in his head, he doesnt see where hes going.

And walks right into you.

You stumble backwards, as he holds you to stop your fall. You look up at him with wide eyes, a hurried apology emitting from you as he takes you in.

"shit-'m sorry, i didnt hurt you, did i?"

He bites his tongue, retracting what would have been a sarcastic comment, and shakes his head.

"Should be me apologizing to you, sweetheart, didnt see you-"

You smile at him, shaking it off though he's sure you're head is pounding. "'Its okay ,-'m not even hurt-nothing ambrosia cant fix-"

You've regained your balance, staring up at him and something makes his chest feel tight.

Adrenaline, he tells himself , Adrenaline.

He brings a hand to your head, an innocent gesture meant for him to just check if you're really okay. But really? he just wants an excuse to touch you again after feeling the loss of heat from your body, and like he guessed, you're face burns again from the movement.

Cute.

You've regained your balance, staring up at him. Your eyes are slightly dilated, probably drunk of something a camper snuck into camp and if he was a good camp counselor-he would have reprimanded you, probably sent you to chiron to get punished.

But he's not, the term "good" almost foreign to him by now.

So he lets his eyes trail from yours to your mouth where your lip now threads between your teeth. Maybe you think he knows, and some part of him likes watching you squirm a little bit. Another comment dies in his throat when cold blue eyes meet his, ones that he knows too well,

No.

Your face falls when he steps back, your lips forming into a subtle pout as his indifference.

"Just be careful next time, yeah?"

He doesnt even give you a chance to respond, brushing past you as your face contorts into confusion, and for a second luke feels something rising in him, that he quickly snuffs out.

He's not stupid enough to fuck with silena beauregards little angel.

Luke cant sleep.

Insomnia's not uncommon for him-far used to the nightmares by now. But this-this, is different and he knows exactly why, no matter how much he denies it.

He thinks its aphrodite magic, that you've found someway to fuck with his head with those damn eyes of yours.

(Atleast that would allow him to hate you)

But it kills him.

How sweet you were to him. He knows aphrodite girls, that most would have given him a dirty look or mutter something under their breath when he left so abruptly, no apology gracing your ears or emitting from his lips. But you smiled at him, sweet voice serenading him until he's dizzy, even thinking about it now makes his head feel light.

( The timers stopped, something that flies over his head now, his thoughts only centered on one thing)

He supposes youre to blame, for not screaming at him?, calling him a dick and moving on?

Really, any of the scenarios would give him more ease. Curiosity aches to get the better of him, that maybe it would give him an answer to the enigma that you are. Piercing blue eyes resound in his head, and he sucks in a breath between his teeth. Eradicating any thoughts of any further pursuit after tonight.

And its good.

He doesn't need a distraction or silena gunning for him again. He convinces himself that he can abstain from you-the possibility of hearing that sweet, sweet voice again and falls into his bed.

But his eyes don't close and his mind refuses to shut off.

( And in the quiet, he hears the subtle noise start up again. Tick. Tock)

Irritation already settles on your face, by the time you get to the cabin. Words go in and out of your ears, none of them making a single impression as you roll your eyes.

“He was being nice, for christs sake!” you say as she stops, and turns to you. “it’s not like he pointed that sword at me or something-it was my fault, okay? and my heads fine-“

She sighs, her figure relaxing slightly as she dips into the bed beside you. Its weird, her reaction, for many reasons-but especially how much emphasis shes putting on him in particular. You know there's more-that she's not telling you something. But you're too tired and too wasted to ask.

(Or maybe you'd just rather not know what really goes on inside luke castellans head)

"Just stay away from him, okay? and im serious about this-"

You just nod, not for any reason but for hope that she'll get off your back about it as she leans back into the cushions off the bed and you try to feel comfortable in yours.

But you dont.

Maybe its the buzz of your short lived high, or the fact that you've never been a good sleeper or what you know it to already be, the drumming of a fake promise that resounds throughout your head. Because if its one thing you never were, its honest.

He sees you first.

You're upset, evidently, eyebrows furrowed and face formed into a scowl as you make your way to the sword fighting arena. He uses the excuse of an apology for dragging you here-that he just needed a way to see you and say sorry without being too presumptuous.

(Which is ridiculous, because even he knows that the boundary lines blurred the second he removed your name from archery to swordsmanship.)

His brain is fuzzy when you talk to him though. You mumble about being switched over-your tone indicating you're irritation though despite your failing attempt to cover it, his brown irises watching you so intently that you feel your cheeks heat up.

"but i swear i can get them to switch it back if you're busy-, clarisse is a bitch about timetables but im pretty sure i can get her to do it if i-"

No, is what immediately pops into his head and just as quickly comes from his mouth. Its abrupt and makes you pause for a second, staring back up at him.

"Wouldnt want to make you take an entire mile across camp for somethin' like that" he says as if he didnt make you take the journey before. "can probably find space"

He'd kick out every damn demigod in there if he had to.

Despite your protests, he does eventually get a sword into your hand. Positioning himself behind you, as his hands lock onto your waist, slow, intricate movements along your side under the pretense of 'steadying you'.

It has its adverse effects, what luke really intended to happen, as heat rushes up your spine, leaving you as distracted as ever. You try to ignore the urge to turn around, failing miserably as you turn to him. His grip tightens, as he shifts your body back around by your hips, his chest pressed against your back.

"Eyes up front, pretty girl"

A whisper-the nickname-so quiet you're surprised you even caught it and lukes even more shocked that he even uttered it. He should stop, take a step back, he knows hes well past that little boundary line he tried to imagine for himself. He knows hes enjoying it all way too much. But his hands dont leave your hips, his breath doesnt stop warming your neck because he'd be right back at your knees like a dog to its owner if he stopped-coming right back just to have that one moment of redamancy-even if its just out of pity. He snaps out of it though, reminding himself that he at least needs to finish his lesson like a dutiful counselor.

Distracted.

Its what he knows he is and what causes kronos's mocking voice to pop back in his head in the nights. He can only make excuses for so long-knowing that he needs to atleast put something in place before the solstice-before all hell breaks loose.

(Its starting again-he feels it, the low drumming that will eventually become a migraine, and turn into something more. A resounding noise that he's been able to escape with you, letting him turn off his head before his sciamachy begins and he paces like a madman. He wants-needs- to go, its why the damn clock wont stop, why he cant seem to close his eyes for too long.)

Despite his apprehension, he trails you around camp. Even staying at those stupid campfires, just long enough so he can see your smile when your eyes meet. A single moment before your face turn sullen as silena gives you a look.

You say something back, a comment silena seems to dislike as her face contorts into something irritated. Whatever comes out next, though, hits a nerve. He sees the way your eyes still and you swallow, a nod as you walk off before silena can open her mouth again.

And he follows you, making sure you’re okay, of course-nothing more, nothing less, like a good counselor should.

(Another feign play at innocence)

You don’t seem to know where you’re going either-weaving through the cabins, even passing your own. He’s fine with his distance, he’ll just watch, not interfere-he’s good like this.

That is until you stop, turning around with a look on your face that he prays isn’t for him.

“Stalking me now, castellan?”

Eyebrows raised, as you fold your arms. “Didn’t take you for a creep”

(He scoffs, though his reaction is only because you’re right.)

“Just making sure y’r alright” he mutters, taking a step forward-closer-too close-for either of your liking.

(Liars)

You stiffen, at his proximity, at his words-instinctively moving a hand to wipe your face of any remnants of tears.

“I’m fine-it’s hot over there y’know-“

Another step.

“The-the humidity-hot air, all stuffy and-“ you stop when he somehow finds a way to get closer, rambling briefly paused as you stare up at him with your face flushed. “shit-“

The silence doesn’t help. If anything it’s worse-even more intoxicating for him as he smells your perfume. Subconsciously, his hands move to your shirt, fiddling with the hem as you take a sharp inhale.

“Luke-“

He hates how you say his name.

It makes him feel sick-how almost pretty you make something so depraved sound in your mouth.

(But he’d rather hear it in another context-see how far he could push you, how sacred his name could really sound when his head is between your thighs and your hands in his as he kneels like he’s at some altar. He truly believes he might be-something almost sacrilegious in how he wishes to desecrate you.)

You only exhale when his eyes meet yours, and he allows a hand to snake up your abdomen.

“Yeah?”

So casual, relaxed, the exact opposite of the alarms sounding in your head to get him to stop. You should-need to, for both of your sakes.

You don’t.

Instead you let him, when his hands reach the softness of your breasts- you let him touch you. Let him run his hands over your sensitive nipples and pinch them when they harden. You’re just as greedy as him-he realizes, when he watches you arch your back in a desperate attempt for friction.

A slap on the hips is what gets you to snap out of it.

“Such a needy fuckin’ thing” he hums, trailing back to your thighs, “don’t think you deserve it though, pet”

You’re eyes almost go cross way when he kneels. A short lived victory, however, when you hear the footsteps of the returning campers. He hears then-he has to but he either doesn’t care or is too caught up to move.

“Luke”

Trying to get him to focus-to fucking move before someone sees you too. Instead a finger presses against the wetness of your panties. A squeal leaves you-a testament to his earlier thoughts about your sensitivity.

Cute.

You buck your hips for more, but he just tuts as he gets up.

“Should be careful sweetheart-not everyones as lenient about the rules as I am”

He doesn’t wait for a response, instead leaving your wetness on his fingers as he turns his back to you and your legs wobbly when you walk back to your cabin.

[privitivium]

Big buff bossy gangster just bumping into Subtop M reader one day and suddenly becoming obsessed with them to the point where M reader has no choice but to submit to his advances cause if not well he's dead. Subtop M reader has to admit tho that he loves fucking him especially in risky places cause seeing him trying to keep his voice down satisfies Subtop M reader especially with his tiddies bouncing with each thrust

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i absolutely adore your writings :)) and no need to rush alright? i'm willing to wait haha

thank you dear coffin, i adore you......

yes…..….. this is refreshing. 💥💥🌹these are ideas. thoughts…… i might post more of this guy as an actual full-fledged fic where he actually stalks you as i enjoy big breast men 💥💥💥🌹🌹🌹must… must write more to be more… detailed…. uaghugh

amab bossy gangster x amab m reader

pt 2 rambles :3 cw;; dubcon, exhibition, stalker - yandere tendences?

love at first sight… for him at least. a towering muscly dude with visible scars here and there along his “handsome” face with layered platinum blond hair doing his rounds with a couple of lackeys… unintentionally not looking where he was goingㅡ

ㅡ“oh, whoopsie.. you alright, man?” cautious not to put your hands on the other person who accidentally stepped on your foot and took a slight tumble; swallowing thickly, comedically as the man raises to his full height without a word - towering over you with his pecs center to your eyes, some big platinum blond muscleheadㅡ“haha… y-ou … you alright?” you offer your hand, even if he was already standing and most certainly did not need your help -

“fine.” he waves you off, leaving wordlessly but not before giving you a nasty glower. uagh, jeez.. what's that guy's problem? not like you were looking to instigate or something but still… you obviously did not mean to trip him! didnt he see how sympathetic you were just then? some people…

unbeknownst to you, he was fuming. that was how your first official meeting went?! argh!! his companions, his lackeys noting his upset and commenting on the matter ; “what's the matter? you wanna go back n’ pummel that guy, boss?” 

“no, no…” the hulking mass of muscle shakes his head - thin layers of platinum blond hair, waving his hand dismissively while seeming to be in thought - stalling down the walkway and making a swift turn down a narrow alleyway, knuckleheads following close behind. “that's… my lover. my fated one to be, you idiots. how can you not see that?” 

ㅡhe’s delusional, his lackeys realize. but feed into it anyway. in the lair, a rundown two story house where he was answering questions and fiddling with several pictures taken of you just hours later. a quick question of “how can ya’ tell that's yer fated one to be??!” an excited pawn queried. the big boss man going off on an equally excited tangent - a happy explanation about how he doesn't even know. all he knows is that he took one look at your tripping sorry ass and immediately wanted to get down on his knees, uncaring if it was in the middle of a busy sidewalk..

or it could… be the something like, muscly bossy gangster runs into you a few times instead,,, neither of you forgetting one another because for you, it's a big ass intimidating guy who glares at you and nearly makes you piss your pants how can you not forgetㅡand for him - he's literally orchestrating his schedule around yours just to be bumping into you like this. tapping your phone, keeping you tracked through a device or having several of his companions follow you around…

and then, him. finally showing up to your fucking home on a friday night - 11 pm. forcing his way into your apartment and ignoring how terrified you looked and showing you all the pictures he took of you. like aren't you the cutest ? and you… staring at him, teary eyed and sniffling because you obviously cant fight back against this fucking behemoth who you accidentally tripped… this is your day of reckoning isn’t it…. dead if you do, dead if you don't, huh. well. eyeing his fat chest, looking over his stocky build.. this guy's in love with you that badly?! then.. he could never hurt you right…? haha… a spineless creature such as you submitting that easily, you can't help yourself and you cant blame yourself!!!

ㅡ"shh-sh..” he hisses softly, grunting as he fluidly jerks at your hardened prick over your jeans - your back pressed against a wall in a maze of alleyways. of course, its the go-to.. who are you to deny this bossy ass gangster when he wants to be fucked??? asking you so nicely… ( literally pulling you from the eyes of the public wordlessly. who was gonna say anything anyway??? they know of him and his status….) whimpering softly - music to his ears. wishing he could be recording this audio for his own needy purposes of jerking off to your shrine he made… plunging himself on your pre-cum and saliva lathered cock… it was mesmerizing. pulling up his shirt to reveal his abdomen - no complaint from the hulking bossy bitch as you fondle his chest. before he was switching positions and pressing his front into the wall and allowing you to hump into him at a lazy languid pace while groping at his meaty body underneath his tight-fitted shirt. he… has to remind you of who's the one in charge… “keep it down..” he reminds breathlessly, a grin spreading across his face as he pushes his hips back into you ㅡ deliberately clenching his gummy walls around yr meaty, aching dick - 

ㅡ“what's this?” 

“uhh… our conversation?” you squint, glancing between the hulking mass pining you and his hand holding his tiny phone - his hand was just … huge. displaying your messages, where he was the last one to send a message?

he inhales sharply at your obliviousness, huffing in obvious indignation - pushing you harder against the wall without intent. “you left me on seen.” he stresses the last word. did you?? he was nearly snarling like an animal with rabies. “why??” god, this guy is like an insecure girlfriend but 10 times worse. 

“... i got uh.. distractedㅡ” you squirm, avoiding eye contactㅡ

"distracted with what?” he intrudes, leaning inward - you could faintly smell a hint of mint and.. what is thatㅡcinnamon? what's this guy's problem, eating sweets and harrassing you?! and just a quick glance down would tell you everything you need to know. how awkward… do you even tell him or does he know that he's bulging? it throws you off… acting so moody but bricked up??? that's laughable and you can't help yourself. b-but you can't exactly laugh in good humor, hypnotized by the way his squishy pecs bounce up and down with his hole clamping on your cock ㅡ telling you in-between ragged breaths never to ignore him - yes, yes honey never in my life i will do such a thing, mhm..

[illyabata]

scars are A Thing™ with wriothesley and nobody can convince me otherwise, idc if there is zero mention of his scars or their meaning when he comes out idc it’s my permanent headcanon that scars and their stories are simply entangled with his character idc

so now i give you: wriothesley who is fascinated by your scars

tw: discussion of scars lol, but in no way do i indicate their origin unless it’s stretch marks. however if talk of scars at all is triggering to you, dont read!! it’s sweet fluffy stuff, but that doesn’t matter if it will trigger you. please take care :)

sfw, big brainrot under cut

theyre so much smaller than his, more delicate, just like you. doesnt matter if compared to other people you are big or tall, he’s such a big guy that he makes you feel small no matter your size or height. and no matter what your scars look like to you, to him they are beautiful. to him they are delicate.

he’s enamored by all of your scars no matter their origin—stretch marks, however, seem to intrigue him the most of all. he’s absolutely transfixed by them, and you can never understand why. he’s simply mesmerized by the way the blemished skin stretches as he thumbs and presses it, watching the discoloration flatten itself only to bloat back when he leaves it alone. for some reason he just seems so puzzled by the concept of natural scarring of the body; nothing had happened to harm you for these to appear—they’re simply the product of change, your skin either going through rapid periods of expanding or shrinking. he thinks they’re pretty.

he’d spend so long just running his rough fingers over your skin, absorbed in the feeling of the puckered tissue under his own blemished hands. whether the scars are stretch marks or from something else, he loves them, he loves you.

this might sound weird but i just like to imagine you both spend time gently tracing each others’ scars as comfort, like it sounds weird in words but it makes sense i promise. there is something intimate and fascinating about scars, no matter what they’re from; it’s truly like the language of your body’s history, a record of what has occurred. you can resent them or be proud of them, it really depends on the person and situation—but regardless, scars are always a record, and that is a constant no matter the person.

and if you’re not comfortable with that level of touch or that much attention on your scars, that is absolutely okay. he’s not going to make you uncomfortable, he’ll always ask if it’s okay before he looks at or touches them—or touches you at all, really. he never wants to hurt you. and if you say you’d rather he not touch your scars, he’ll understand and just show you he loves you—all of you—in some other way.

like idk about anyone else or if its just me and im fucking insane but sometimes i get lost looking at my own scars; sometimes the human body at work is just kind of fascinating to watch, and even more so in retrospect. it’s like holy fuck you’re looking at its handiwork, you can plainly see how the skin has been so masterfully rebuilt into this little woven bandaid of cells, carefully crafted to not only rebuild but protect. your body has looked after itself, and it will continue to do so. and thats just kind of a fascinating thing to me idk😭

some extra thoughts about scars, not really to do with wrio; red brackets will indicate the end of it if you want to skip: [[ it usually replaces any feeling of disgust i have because instead of focusing on the bad feeling of remembering where they came from or being sad at the way they look im able to think about how cool it is the way my body recovered and made my skin even stronger; it didnt just wipe it all away and give me a clean slate so i could forget, it pieced the cells together again bit by bit until it had not only replaced the wound but enforced it—so instead of forgetting the bad feelings, they were replaced by wonder. sort of like a sign that says “proof that where once there was pain, now there is strength”. it’s kind of like how they say you don’t just try to quit bad habits, you must replace the bad habit with a good one. you can replace the bad feelings associated with your scars with new feelings, whether they are good feelings or neutral feelings or meh feelings. ]]

before you, he understood scars to be an ugly thing—a source of shame, a show for others to marvel at if he left them uncovered, for them to ogle at and whisper about as if trying to guess the origin of the wounds was a sort of entertainment to them. and then in the fortress of meropide, his scars felt much less like a source of shame and more like an intimidation factor (which wasn’t something he necessarily felt good about, but it was something that he benefitted from as the duke). but when you came along and he began to know you, suddenly they were this beautiful, fascinating phenomenon that lead him to view his own scars in a different light.

he’s a powerful, strong man, yes. he’s intimidating and feared, but he is also loved, and all for good reason—he is solid and safe, an image of reliability to others. and sometimes it could weigh him down when he couldn’t seem to let another help carry the burden.

the way you made him feel, though, tracing his big ugly scars like they were rivers, like they weren’t repulsive—it changed him entirely, and it changed the way he saw himself. in the overworld, he was a criminal brute slathered in the proof of his savageness. in the fortress, he was the rock-solid standard for redemption, and he had to uphold his firm reputation. but with you, he was able to be fragile; with you, the walls he had built to protect himself from both sides of fontaine’s society came tumbling down, because he didn’t have to pretend when he was with you.

if such a small, sweet thing like you could see him in such a kind light with so much love in those eyes of yours, perhaps he was not so bad after all.

everyone else in all of teyvat could believe he was truly a bad guy like he sometimes enjoyed playing at—but it wouldn’t matter, because there you were in his bed every night, held fast in his big arms as you mindlessly traced the long, thin writings engraved in his skin, letting the stories they told lull you to sleep.

[teyamloving12]

Innocent virgin reader getting passed around her friend group to 'help' them😫😫

Kiss, kiss 😘

Your Coconut Jelly

Warning: NSFW content (MDNI), foursome, fingering, blowjobs, bukkake, innocence kink, praise kink, manipulation, etc.

Pairing: Neteyam x Reader x Aonung x Lo'ak

Synopsis: Neteyam, Aonung and Loak worked so hard to capture an akula. It was unsuccessful. Now they needed your help to stop this cause of their mistakes.

The Sully's found themselves a home, a place where they belonged other than the forest and a friend. A friend that was oblivious, kind and the word "no" did not exist in her vocabulary. Lo'ak and Neteyam had their rough patches with the firstborn of the Olo'ekytan of the Metkayina clan but over time, scars heal and so did their friendship. Like their father, the Sully brothers rose to the top.

Strong warriors of the sea they became.

They adored the Metkayina way of life, but the forest was their home. They worked hard for what they wanted. They were glad to have a friend that just couldn't say no. Neteyam and Lo'ak along with Aonung, wanted to prove to their fathers that they were strong. So off they went. To the deepest depth of the blue ocean in search of the most dangerous creature that could lurk the deep sea.

They set off. The waters were rough for an early morning. The tide splashed up on their skins almost highlighting the blue pigmentation with the damn yellow lighting of the morning twilight. Eywa was probably angry or it was just a bad day for a hunt. Heavy rain poured from the sky and the further they went from the island, the more anxious they became.

It was time.

The akulas swam around the boys, almost making them dizzy. The movements were so calm, so vengeful, so captivating. The akulas felt threatened in their territory, the "prey" wanted to defend themselves so they finally decided to attack. Neteyam shot the predator with his crossbow but it was determined.

No prey was going to take its victory. Its teeth clamped around his leg, he screamed almost forgetting he was underwater. Neteyam wouldn't allow himself to die here. He gave the beast a fierce kick, and it finally let go. He was not the only one struggling in this battle, his brother and companion were mildly injured from the attacks of the beasts.

They couldn't go back knowing that they failed. How would their father's react? They tried to prove themselves but they were not ready. Lo'ak huffed and puffed as he rode back to the Island, as his brother and his friend remained quiet in shame. The weather was surprisingly better now. The sun was shining brightly almost burning their skin.

"I cant fucking believe we didnt catch the akula!", he yelled as her feet laid up in the hot, golden sand of Awa'atlu. Neteyam sighed and shaked his head in disappointment. " After all that training on top of it!", Aonung threw his hands in the air. The three boys swore Eywa had something out for them. They trained for months thinking they were ready, they set out for sea. Only to fail miserably and now covered with scratches, cuts and bruises all over their bodies.

Aonung couldn't go back to his parents' marui. He knew his mother would have scolded him brutally. Instead his eyes gazed at your marui. "I can't go home like this.", Aonung stated. "Can't we just go to Y/n? Isn't she a healer or something?", Lo'ak asked in frustration knowing his mother and father would tell him he clearly wasn't ready. Lo'ak stormed over to your marui.

"Lo'ak wait! You can't invade her privacy like that!", Neteyam shouted as his stubborn little brother refused to listen. Lo'ak walked through the shell curtain that acted as a door to your home. "There you are!", LO'ak exclaimed. Your head shot up at the voice of your friend. You were excited to see your friends but Lo'ak being injured was another thing.

You rushed towards him in panic. You raised your hand but your fingers could touch his face, he placed his cheek into your hands and closed his eyes in comfort. "What happened to your hunt? you were so excited about it yesterday.", you were about to ask another question until Ao'nung and Neteyam barged in, panting as if they were running for miles. Lo'ak rolled his eyes at the two.

"We need help.", Lo'ak stated with a smirk on his face. "What the fuck is he thinking?", Neteyam whispered to Aonung who just shrugged his shoulders. " You wanna know why we failed, pretty girl?", you shrugged as your doe eyes met with his amber orbs.

" I don't know about them but I have a bit of a problem.", Lo'ak pointed to the erection poking through his loincloth.

"Huh?", you responded. "What do you mean? I don't understand!", you exclaimed. "Lo'ak, are you serious?", Neteyam yelled. "C'mon baby, I'll teach you, kneel down f'me.", he commanded. You dropped to your knees, his boner sprung in your face. You watched as his loincloth fell to his ankles. Your mouth became to drool at the sight before you.

"Tell me what to do Lo, I don't wanna see you hurt like this.", you said with a sad expression on your face. "Lo'ak whatever you plan on doing, you better stop!", Aonung warned him. "What do you mean? I help him to get rid of his problem, right Lo?", you asked. He nodded as you stroked your cheek.

Lo'ak began to rub his throbbing cock in your face. It was so fascinating, it's length and girth were perfect as if his cock was made just for you.

"Wrap your hand around it. And stroke it up and down, ok?", Lo'ak advised. Your fingers traced the shape of his cock with curiosity, it looked almost edible. You pumped his cock in your hand, the precum soaked your palm and spread it over his member like butter on toast. Your lips sucked on his tip, Aonung and Neteyam was shocked

What the hell were you doing?

"Open your mouth for me baby.", he said. Even the way you widened your mouth for him was adorable. He chucked softy. "Y/n, you know my cock is big, open wider, m'kay?", you listened to every command he gave without hesitation.

"She looks good with her lips wrapped around my cock, doesn't she?", Lo'ak asked his shocked friend and brother. A purple hue spread from their cheeks to their pointed ears.

He continued to thrust inside your mouth, gagging noises were slightly heard. "Shh baby, don't cry.", Lo'ak cooed seeing the tears that threatened to fall. "Breathe through your nose.", he said before going a slower but still rough pace. It would be a lie if Neteyam and Aonung said they were not aroused by the sight in front of them.

They clearly had a problem too.

Lo'ak came all over your face. You wrapped some off with your index finger and observing the liquid. It reminds you of coconut jelly, maybe it tasted like coconut jelly.

And in fact, it did. It tasted even better

You looked at Neteyam and Aonung's problem. You tilted your head before crawling towards them and stoped at their crotch. "Let me help you...please?", you begged. How could they say no to you? You pulled off their loincloth and began to lick the tip of Neteyam's throbbing dick.

"Mhmmm", you hear him groan from the friction of your lips around him. You pumped his shaft as you gave Aonung the same treatment. You were moaning around him.

"Louder. Let me hear you, yawne.", Aonung was high from the pleasure he received from your mouth. "You take me so fucking well, yawne. Fuck, can you go deeper?", you would do anything to help them. You forced your head you go deeper.

He felt like he was making tsahyelu. His eyes rolled back, gripping his curls as he cummed inside of your mouth.

You looked at Neteyam who was thrusting his hips into your small hands, trying his better to get off. But it was simple.

Your mouth was better.

Your fangs grazed over the full veins on his dick before taking his whole, Lo'ak climbed behind you, looking at your glistening and soaked cunt. You felt his fingers traced over your folds, making you take Neteyam even deeper into your mouth.

"So tight f'me babygirl.", Lo'ak whispered into your ear. Aonung attacked your neck with violent kisses leaving purple marks on your skin. Lo'ak's fingers kept pumping inside of your cunt. "Cum baby, don't hold back.", he said as you felt Neteyam's sperm flow down your throat. The knot in your stomach burst. Lo'ak smirked as your juices soaked his hand. Neteyam finished on your face. You were coming down for your high.

You didn't mind helping a few friends in need. "Hey Lo'ak, can I get some of your coconut jelly tomorrow?", you asked with a smile on your face as the boys deadpanned at your question.

Even after all that, you were still clueless.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Playing with johnathans hair pre collider plsplspls kissing it maybe his knuckles, calling him pretty kissing his Beauty marks plsplspls pls

Showering Jonathan Ohnn in affection!

Rubs my hands

God I love prompts like this, especially with characters like jon/spot

Even when he was still Jonathan, he still didnt have the best self image

He didnt think of himself as horribly as he does in present day, but hes... hooboy

He doesn't think he's ugly by any means, but no way does he think he's the prettiest person

He doesnt like his... everything, really

His birthmarks, his body, the way his hands are built, his nose, and so on

And then you came along

You weren't his first partner, I like to think he's managed to get some bitches(/j) in like

College

Now were those relationships anything meaningful? Did they last?

...no..

Did that leave a dent on him?

Maaaaybe just a little

So he was both ecstatic and nervous of being in a relationship again

But oh,

You melted his walls down right away, letting him know exactly how you felt about him and actually. Listened to him

Jonathan, being an overworked socially awkward scientist, doesn't get much physical touch; so he's starving

It's small at first; but even small touches can have him unraveling

Locking pinkies while you walk together, standing a lil close to one another, and so on

And dont get him started on verbal compliments

So imagine the day you decide to go a lil deeper and just

Pull his hands to your mouth, the same hands that are covered in nicks and cuts from years of work, and gently kissing his knuckles

The hands that he thinks are spindly and weird; being kissed

You may as well just marry him right then and there

But it keeps on going as time progresses

You kiss the small scars littered on his hands

Imagine seeing him scowling at the mirror while glaring at the feature of his face he doesnt like and just

You walk over to him and cup his face and just

Cover him with kisses

Specifically placed kisses, exactly where he was just glaring at

A lot of the times when you're sleeping together hes the big spoon since hes tall, but on the off chance hes little spoon? Hooboy

Absolutely refuses to get up, scoots himself closer to you, and hes almost falling asleep until

You start playing with his hair; that snaps him awake. Whether or not you have concept art Jonathan in mind or movie accurate; hes got the same reaction. He stiffens and kinda just. Freezes. Like a deer in headlights. Does he pretend to be asleep? Does he thank you? Does?? Bro short circuits

Off topic but I like to think that concept art of Jonathan going around is just. Canon movie Jonathan, but before he got a haircut. Like imagine he JUST got a haircut before the collider thing and now hes bald 😭

OOO OOOO imagine you're wearing lipstick and leave marks all over him

He will refuse to wash it off, for as long as possible

Dumbest most goofiest smile plastered on his face while you spoil him

Now I've gone on and on about you pampering him, but dont think he wouldnt try to return the favor!

He leaves quick and sloppy kisses on your cheek

Like just.. he wraps his long arms around you and lazily drapes himself over you during cuddles and. Goes to town on your face

You're both a giggly mess by the end of it

Makes you forget about the outside world; it's just you and Jonathan

Loves getting you loads of gifts; store bought and homemade! You'll probably have to tell him to slow down since you're losing space in your house <\3

As I mentioned in a previous Jonathan post (the coworker one) he drops the most foul, most cheesiest, most cliche, horrible pick up lines

Dude probably looks at wikihow stuff on like "how to impress my crush" or something like that

He absolutely LIGHTS UP whenever you indulge in his antics

Overall you two are just so sweet to each other SOBS

[im-in-a-love-cult]

Remus Lupin x Trans male! reader whos time of the month line up headcanons

Platonic//romantic

Call me cringe idc but I've been x male reader starved 💔

ALSO, HOW DO Y'ALL DO THE GIF STRIP THINGS FOR WHEN THE STORY STARTS BECAUSE I SEARCHED STRIP IN GIFS FORGETTING THERES ANOTHER KIND OF STRIP 😨😨😨

Cuddles.

He tries to be so gentle with you but its hard when he's so on edge :(

He's covered in ice packs while you have a hot water bottle

You two don't talk a lot because you know youre both too emotional

Sirius actually being nice to you both??

You tracing his werewolf scars and him tracing your top surgery scars if you've had the surgery

You literally draw stars around eachothers scars (Taylor Swift reference)

Honestly you both just sleeping

Lily comforting you the entire full moon because youre too uncomfortable to help Remus and the rest of the Marauders :((

Feasting on every chocolate in sight

Taking turns massaging eachother 💀💀

You feeling guilty because he's a werewolf and what youre going through is normal but him being like

"Reader if you don't shut up accept we're both in a lot of pain right now i will kick you off this bed. Wait- no, love i didnt mean it-"

You wearing his jumpers and him adoring it

"Is that mine? No, keep it on, i like it better on you"

When you get random surges of pain he immediately lays you down on your back and kisses you while holding the hot water bottle to your stomach

When he gets random surges of pain he likes when you massage him, caress him and hug him

Gender dysphoria x werewolf who doesnt want to be a werewolf is not fun

WAIT OBVIOUSLY JK ROWLING DOESNT LIKE TRANS PEOPLE BUT IN FANFICS WHEN REMUS EXPRESSES HOW MUCH HE HATES BEING A WEREWOLF THAT COULD BE USED AS A METAPHOR FOR GENDER DYSPHORIA?? OH MY GOD??

Moral of the story, two very sad boys who love eachother

[upsidedownmvnson]

eddie stares in the mirror at the scars that mark his body.

he knows it’s not his fault. and he knows there’s nothing he can really do about it, so he shouldnt dwell on things that are out of his control. he knows his scars make him unique, and that you find him just as attractive as you did before…

but even knowing all that, he stares at the marks on his skin and he hates them.

it’s a constant reminder. kids stare at him at the pool, some people ask about it when they catch a glimpse when his shirt rides up, and when you run your fingers over them… he feels like a monster.

he wishes they would go away. and then he wishes he could just love himself again.

when you enter the room you’re immediately aware of eddie’s feelings. you cant read his mind, but you can tell he’s upset by the look on his face. this isnt the first time youd caught him looking in the mirror, tearing apart what he sees.

“what can i do?” you ask, desperate for anything that could help him with his self image. of course you thought he was beautiful, but you wanted him to feel the same. the way he used to…

but he didn’t have an answer for you. he just put on a shirt, kissed you on the forehead, and left the room.

you had to do something, you couldnt watch eddie suffer anymore. it was breaking your heart as well. you knew what to try.

for the next week you did odd jobs around town. you mowed an elderly neighbours yard, watched a single mother’s daughter for a few afternoons, and helped steve harrington drive the party to and from the beach safely. you charged him an extra ten just because robin wasn’t going to be there lol

and then when you had a nice squirrel fund, you presented it to eddie’s tattoo artist buddy, a deposit to book an appointment for a few months down the line. you wanted to give eddie lots of time to design a new tattoo.

when you presented him the appointment card, and the rest of the money, you hadn’t expected eddie to burst out in tears

he couldnt help himself. eddie couldnt help but weep and hold you close because he just had no fucking idea how to express how grateful he was. he wanted to get a new tattoo so bad but didnt want to waste money on it, not with the new trailer payments and the… it doesnt matter. because youd taken care of it.

youd taken care of him,

and he would never ever forget it. he would spend the rest of his life trying to make you feel as loved and as seen as you just made him feel <3

[t4kara]

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I'll be honest, I don't exactly know how to write any of this properly. Since this is my first time writing it will most likely be quite bad so I'm sorry if there are any spelling errors or if it doesn't make logical sense, I'm also writing on mobile so the formatting might be different on other devices than how it is for me so, please keep that in mind! However, I'm open to any criticism in the comments! Also please don't post my content anywhere else (without giving credits)!

Enjoy~

Word count: 591

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~ Cha Hyun-su (dating) Scenario ~

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Based on Season 1:

A Blessing

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You're both sitting in the quarantine room on the couch after Hyun-su came back from getting supplies due to Eun-hyeok and some of the other survivors request, during the supply run he had gotten injured by an monster.

Although he regenerates quite quickly you still decided to place some bandages over some of the wounds that would take a little while longer to heal. He told you not to waste them since he would be healed soon enough, you insisted saying it was the least you could do for him since the others didnt seem to pay his injuries any second thought, although you knew they were just scared of him and the chance he could possibly hurt them, you thought it didn't excuse the way they were treating him.

Once you had finished bandaging his wound the two of you simply sat in a comfortable silence, while you leant your head on his shoulder and gently tracing the scars on his right wrist, his gaze was following your hands movements, you knew the story of how he had made the scars and the reason as to why. When he first told you the story of them, he expected you to look at him disgusted at how he had done that. He thought you'd see him the way he saw himself but you assured him that it wasn't his fault for doing that to himself and that you loved him regardless of his scars and in fact you had even said you found them beautiful, like you did every part of him.

You'd never forget how flustered he was in that moment you told him that his scars were beautiful, his face was bright red even his ears were too. He couldn't even look at you, far to embarrassed since he wasn't used to compliments in general, yet one about something such as his scars, something so personal to him had made his brain go into overdrive and he had became a complete flustered mess. (although of course you couldn't complain because he looked adorable)

You were just subconsciously tracing his scars with your fingertips. You hadn't yet noticed how his eyes had shifted from watching your hands movement to simply admiring your face, the way your lips looked so soft, the gentle expression that your face held, the unspoken love that was swirling around your (beautiful) eyes.

He was sure of it at this point, you came into his live at the toughest of times, like a small light that had chased away a darkness that was trying to consume his soul and mind, he was convinced you was a blessing sent by a unknown god that had heard his silent prayers for something, someone, to save him. He was forever grateful for whatever god had sent you. He felt as if he didn't deserve you but he didn't want to let you go, he didn't know if that made him selfish but rightfully he didn't care either, he was grateful to have someone like you, someone like an angel and he was even more grateful that you had chosen him to hold your heart, to keep it safe.

He was sure that you were his one and only, his other half, his light to his own darkness that plagued his soul, you were his reason to survive, even if he was infected you was his reason to try and survive this new formed world. As corny as that sounded in his mind, he was sure that was the case.

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END

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I have no real idea if this even makes any logical sense since I finished writing this at around 3am on a friday! But if it does and you'd like more leave a comment and a heart! (Or don't nobody will force you too!) Please remember not to copy or repost my work on any other sites and claim it as your own thank you!

Have a good night/day, lovelies!

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[cherryredstars]

PLEASE WRITE SOMETJINT WHERE THERES A TRANSMASC READER AND MIGUEL FINDS OUT BC THEYRE AT THE BEAFH FOR TJE FIRST TIME AS A DATE AND READER TAKES HIS SHIRT OFF AND MIGUEL IS LIKE PANICKING LIKE “Reader? Did someone hurt you??” AND READER IS CONFUSED LIKE “what do you mean” AND THEN READER LOOKS DOWN AND NOTICES WHAT HES TALKING ABOUT AND PANICS TOO LIKE “Miguel I- didnt want you to see them-“ AND MIGUEL IS LIKE “What do you mean?? What are they??” AND READER IS COVERING HIS TOPSCARS LOOKING AT MIGUEL KIND OF WITH AN ASHAMED LOOK ON HIS FACE AND HES JUST STANDING THERE, AND FINALLY MIGUEL FIGURES IT OUT AND HES LIKE “are those top surgery scars?” AND READER NODS AND ITS JUST CONFUSION ALL AROUND AND THEN MIGUEL IS FINALLY LIKE “I support you” AND THEN JS GO FROM TJERE PLEASE

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Transmasc!reader

Warnings: Mentions to Top Surgery Scars, Fluff

Summary: Miguel is basically mesmerized by you. 

A/N: I can’t tell you how excited I was when I got this request!

Word Count: 725 (Not Edited)

You’re so comfortable in your body.

It’s to the point that you forget that your body wasn’t always yours. That you had to give it those few moderations to make it the one you’ve grown so comfortable and proud of. It feels like the body you’re meant to have. That you deserve to have. And you love your body and your journey and how far you’ve come so much. It makes it hard to remember that some people won’t. That some horrible, miserable people think it’s disgusting and sinful and something you’ll wake up regretting some day. 

But you don’t think about that. You know in your heart of hearts that you love your body and this is who you’re supposed to be. This is who you want to be. So you don’t really think when you pull your shirt off. You’ve reached that point in your life where you aren’t anxious about it anymore. 

Or, you thought you were. You’re throwing your shirt to the side when you hear Miguel’s muffled noise of panic. You turn quickly to him in alarm, asking him if something’s wrong. You fuss over him, questions spilling out of you as you scan his body for injuries. But his eyes are zeroed in on you. More specifically, on your chest. 

You follow his line of sight, staring down your body. Your eyes catch sight of the slightly raised and discolored skin and you cringe. You don’t remember the last time you did that. You let go of Miguel, stepping back a few paces. It’s weird-- to feel self conscious after so long of thriving in your body. Your hand itches at your side, and you instinctively bring your arm across to hide the scars. You instantly drop your arm though. I don’t need to be ashamed, you think to yourself. It is not my problem if my body makes him uncomfortable. 

“Are… do they hurt? Are you hurt?” Miguel asks, the panic is still in his voice, but it has died down. It’s more confused, unsure of himself. 

Your brows furrow until it clicks. He’s not judging you, he’s concerned. He… cares. “Wha- no. They’re healed. They’re from, uh… surgery?”

Miguel’s brows furrow too, eyes squinting as he looks more closely at them. They do look more precise, purposeful. They’re not jagged like knife wounds. They’re clean and simple. He can tell from the scar pattern where stitches used to hold the skin together. Surgery… top surgery. His eyebrows raise in understanding, nodding subtly to himself. He looks back to your face, feeling guilty for the guarded look you have.

“They… they look like lightning. El rayo.” He whispers, “Rayo hermoso.”

His words make you flush, whispering out a small thank you. He nods, not really listening. His eyes shine as he stares at you. Like he’s amazed by your presence. That your very being is something special. But, maybe your eyes are tricking you.

“Do they…” you start but you rethink your words. “If they make you uncomfortable, we can leave and go our separate ways.”

Miguel is quick to shake his head, stiff expression covering his face. He looks you in the eyes, something genuine and pure on his face. “No, they’re beautiful. You’re beautiful.”

You’re bashful when you smile at him, shaking your head as it faces the ground, “Good. That’s… good.”

A silence comes over the two of you as you process the moment. It’s broken when a beach ball falls near the two of you. You reach down and grab it, serving it back to the group of teens who wave their arms to gain your attention. Miguel is at your side when you stand up, his arm hesitantly slinking around your waist. You smile up at him, taking his sunglasses from the top of his head and putting them over his eyes. He smiles back at you, his grip getting stronger. 

“Come on, it’s hot. Let’s go into the water.” You tell him, grabbing onto his hand as you try to lead the way into the ocean. 

Miguel pulls you back, making you hit his chest lightly in the process. You stare up at him, leaning into his touch when his hand cups your cheek. He leans down, kissing the corner of your mouth lightly.

 “Eres el hombre más guapo que he visto, mi rayo.”

[theosconfessions]

if youd like to read the stephens from the beginning you can over here :)

if youd like to read the stephens continued you can over here :)

@ohsosims

river- hey scar. just a heads up that you dont deserve. dad just threw blake out.

scarlett- okay? sorry your boyfriend left?

river- are you ever not an asshole, seriously? he was thrown out because dad seen the tiktok. hes coming in here next. so have fun. robin you might wanna clear out.

robin-mm yeah i think i wanna see scarletts explanation.

scarlett- dude you were apart of this!

robin-the interview yeah but not the life and definitely not embarassing dad. SO.

river- k well like i said have fun.

dustin- HOW COULD YOU DO THAT ? TO ME! me.

scarlett- i wanted to see what kind of guy theo was. he left his family.

dustin- and him and i worked on things together as adults. for whta was best for US and for you guys. and we did that privately? but it seems not we have to put ALL of that shit in the public eye too so people dont just think hes ...that hes some asshole and that im a pushover. this wasnt YOURS to tell. you shouldve never manipulated your dad but on top of that you shouldve just asked us privately scarlett. and do NOT get me started on the blake shit.

scareltt- oh please youre not about to defend blake to me. just because hes a quarterback doesnt give him a pass to throw himself on anyone.

dustin- he didnt throw himself on river.

scarlett- hes a creep.

dustin- he isnt. he read the signals wrong. ive done the same plenty of times. but what you didnt have to do was take advantage of not only blake but your brother too? TO WHAT? do some witchhunt in theos name? this wasnt yours to tell. now im fielding calls and texts from my family about this shit that i never wanted them to know.

scarlett- well im sorry?

dustin- thats it? thats the best you have scareltt really.

scarlett- what? you accepted blakes apology im guessing. typical

dustin- blake was extorted. he did what he did to protect your brother from his own sister. you know all of this talking is doing nonthing. you do not feel bad. at least not yet. youre grounded. for the rest of the school year.

scarlett- dad thats like a literal year

dustin- you didnt let me finish. give me your phone.

scarlett- what no!

dustin- youre not getting this back for a very long time. and the first thing im going to do is delete your tiktok account.

scarlett- DAD! i have so many followers on there

dustin- the second thing im going to do is call your mom.

scarlett- NO. i dont need MARLEE preaching whats right and wrong in my ear . remember jami

dustin- i cant forget jami. youre offering babysitting services everyday after school. i need jami in office with me.

scarlett- youre kidding? chloe is a nightmare and they literally have a baby BABY.

dustin- should be fun for you.

scarlett- youre joking? i have cheerleading practice,dad. every single day.

dustin- not anymore you dont. goodnight scarlett.

scarlett-this is so unfair!

dustin- night scarlett