#Stopp Littering

[bandomgay]

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[loveemii]

ive been literally SIMPING for tanjiro lately so can u pleaseeee make a smut for tanjirooo?? THWANKS!!

STOPP i was literally just thinking abt writing smut abt him (as well as stupid boar and yellow haired boy) i hope you’ll enjoy this just as well as tanjiro did lmao ^_^ thank you for sending in this request anon!

𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰

“A-are you sure this is ok? I don’t wanna do this if you aren’t comfortable..” Tanjiro spoke with an uneasy and light tone, “Yeah trust me, I wanna try this too.” You responded truthfully giving him some reassurance in your voice.

“Okay then, I’ll go slow.” He murmured as he placed his tip inside your mouth whilst he lowered his head down to meet your soaking pussy. He stroked your clit with his tongue a few times before placing his tongue inside and doing his work, slowly while he ate you out he also was moving in and out of your mouth as you swirled your tongue around his tip then sucking him off moving down deeper and deeper over his length.

You moaned and gagged while he fucked your mouth and ate your insides, you can hear him faintly grunt and moan as he was slurping you like he just found water in the desert. His hums sending slight vibrations inside making you feel so good.

“M-mm~!” You moan out louder as you buck your hips up slightly for more of him, he rubs his thumb over your clit while his tongue fucks inside you; on your end you began to bob your head slightly to get him off even faster than planned. His mouth removed from your cunt as he breathed out heavily, “Ah, f-fuck~! S-sorry it j-just comes out~..” Tanjiro moans as you continue to suck him off he squirms and whines as he places his tongue back inside you.

Tanjiro fucks your mouth faster than he wanted but your mouth felt so good around his cock he couldn’t resist going a litter faster, his balls slapping against your nose n lips as you moan at the sight, he feels you clench around his tongue and quickly locks his lips over your pussy as you squirt into his mouth fora good few seconds. Swallowing your juices he licks you clit and around your pussy before he cums inside your mouth as you did in his.

You can hear him clearer than before, all his moans and grunts as his balls start to hit your face slower and slower, “A-ah~! Ah!” moans escaped Tanjiro’s lips as he came inside your mouth, like you take his dick on a regular basis you take all his cum inside your mouth swallowing all of him.

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Laying beside him under the bedsheets he turns his head to face you as you do the same. “I’ll make us something to eat, we need to energy. But wanna take a nap first?” Tanjiro smiled as he blushed harshly. “Yeah of course!” You agreed as you pulled him into a cuddle his face resting over your chest; surly you two fall asleep quick.

𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰

hello! i hoped this is the smut you wanted lol, i decided to try smth i haven’t before but i will also try this with inosuke and zenitsu as well; i thought maybe tanjiro would wanna try 69 haha >_<

[sea-of-dust]

WHHHAAAAAAAAA

Lyney,Venti,Hu Tao x Gn! Reader

summary: imagine getting spooked on Halloween and then they get spooked by a nightmare.

Notes: lyney...LYNEYYYYYY, I got my ass kicked by @nian-7 for an event. Don't question it please it's a horrible story. Modern au

Hehe~ FYM HEHE. The amount of TIMES this man has scared the hell out of u during October. Magic tricks, flying shopping lists you name it he's scared you with it.

He adores you don't get him wrong, but it's fun seeing your scared expression, watching you cover your face and quiver its cute! But he does wonder if you do get infuriated

You can tell when he thinks this, only three or two scares on days he doubts, 5 or 4 when he's feeling cheeky, and one because he's either planning a bigger scare that may cause you to verbally scream, or if he just wanted to give you a break.

You can't really get back at him for his antics he just smiles. "My such a small spider for someone as delicate as you to hold" he takes it and kisses your cheek. You tried every scare you knew on him only for him to just turn it into a flirtatious move.

And so your final scare...one you didn't even think would scare him. You got out of bed to get some water stumbling out while he twists and turns in bed searching for you with his eyes closed, when he tries to find you and fails his eyes shoot open. You lean down to get some water hearing heavy steps toward you, stoppping suddenly you notice his distressed face when as soon as he lays his eyes on you he nearly tackles you, not saying a word yet trying to hold back his sniffles. "You alright?" You hug him softly but he hugs you tighter.

Trying not to show you his face he burries it into your chest. "Lyney?" You wrap your arms around his waist bringing him closer, hearing him take a few small breaths before looking up at you as if that never happened. "Ah my darling y/n! I guarantee nothing is-" "bull" you point at his cheek "your make-ups a bit smudged" rubbing it a bit watching it smear "must have been a nightmare, lemme help you fix it"

You help him wipe off his make up watching him avoid eye contact a few times. "What was it about?" sighing you scoot closer cupping his cheeks, he doesn't answer looking down a few times. "And why do you wear make-up while you- that isn't important whatever it was im sure youll feel better after you sleep" as soon as you finish the small tear drop and put down the brush he mearly tackles you. "Thank you..."

He's gonna make you wanna rethink your life decisions. "Hey y/n wanna know what month it is" "God please just get him away from me" "hehe"

He likes smaller scares only small kisses or random taps sometimes a whisper behind your ear.

The worst he will use the wind to blow at your ear, and then you turn around and see he's not there only to pop up upfront of you.

Best part for him? He always gets to show affection while bullying you. His two favorite things ever

His favorite activity during this time is dragging you to Haunted houses. "AHHHHHH Y/N ITS SO SCARY LETS LEAVE!!" "We already paid" "BUT THE GHOST IS SO REAL LOOKING AAAA" "you can litterally see the paint chipping" "PROTECT MEEEEEE" you have to give him piggy back rides out still not believing he's scared of a little wooden cut out, atleast he got cuddled by you at home saying something along the lines of "I'll cover your eyes next time don't worry".

Fun fact he "totally" wasn't he had diluc vogue for him horribly. "He just wanted to have an excuse to hug you" "with the way he yelps? That guy's got a problem" "yea..." flawless convincing

He wakes up in the middle of the night because he had a bad dream. Definitely hugs the life outta you. Sometimes they aren't even that scary but he still hugs you he just looks for any excuse for a cuddle

If you ever scared him you might be able to get him to cry. Of course you don't push him to that point unless he deserves it for thinking hiding a realistic spider sticker in the bathroom is funny but that's another story there's always a simple "scary figure in the dark!" Tatic. He's always fallen for it and will get behind you seeing it

The worst scare however will always be...DIONA?? he sees her in his nightmares. Just thinking of sneezing so uncontrollably infront of you, he knows you knew about his allergy but he's just scared of embrassing himself just because of a cat bartender. He already sees her flexing her ability to bring him to his knees trying to show why you shouldn't be like him

Only time he screams when waking up and the only time he dosent cuddle you after a nightmare. He practically shakes you awake about it. "I know there's a bit of cat hair on me" "really?" "No I just wanted you to get so scared you fainted please go to bed" you grab his arm pulling him down "it'll be fine I'll be sure to keep cats away" toying with him a bit pulling him closer. "Please let's just sleep" he hugs you back suddenly softly falling asleep after

COME HERE!!! she's using that ghost to torture you into staying by her side even more during this time of jumpscarin people.

This is like free ads "what if we use this time to promote the coffins as decor?" "Wouldn't that result in backlash?" "Not if they're of lower quality" she's definitely putting them on sale

She loves this time of year so much she is more into making you shop with her and then scaring you.

Not only with her ghost but also with locations she walks with you to. "It's once said people have come here only to not make it out the other side!" "They're right there tho" you point at the line exiting next to you. "Shush lemme continue my legend"

She also likes you scaring her from behind but also just appearing from normal. "BOO!" "Oldest trick in the- WOUAGH" the ghost busting through her face suddenly as she gives the thing a high five. "Never do that again" "Doin it again!" "No!"

She will resort to using realistic looking monsters and bones. "Watch we'll scare away these kids!" "That's not the point" she shushes you quickly "who knows maybe they'll be too busy running away to even get any candy" "just don't take all the candy for yourself" "I won't after all you'll always be at the bottom of the bucket" you sigh harshly kissing her cheek "I hate your jokes so much"

You don't really try to scare her back knowing you can't top her in this department. So you just took em....even the horrendous petnames.

"Hey pookie" your eyes widen at that nickname. "No." "You know well enough it's dangerous to go alone~" "honey please stop trying to make me join your weird ghost hunting thing" "noooo come on its 50 percent off" "there wasn't a price anyway" you went into the mountains staying straight faced even when some of the scares got you, thank God for your ability to appear as if you don't care.

She goes to sleep at night happy she got to bully you, until that nightmare hit her like a truck, her eyes shoot open as she slowly scoots over to you wrapping her arms around you. "You wouldn't right?" She blows near your ear. "You wouldn't..." she lays as close to you as physically possible

She'd fall asleep soon after and then wake up with a "WOAAOAOAAOAOA" "huh?" "YOU" she covers her face inching away. "I what?" You could feel your eye bags get darker so you turn around and try to go back to sleep, unfortunately she gets all up in your face "you didn't really say you wouldnt love me if i didnt exist" "WHAT?!?" You wake up fully at her statement turning quickly toward her. "YOU DID IN MY DREAM!" "WELL DREAM ME CAN FLY OFF SOMEWHERE AND NEVER COME BACK!!" You hug her tightly "I would love you if you didn't exist, you mean alot to me even if you're horrid this time of year" placing a small kiss on her cheek you go back to sleep rather quickly. Doesn't stop her from clinging onto you like a stuffed toy. She'll be enjoying playing with your hair for the next few minutes before she falls asleep aswell

[kevinsdsy]

Please do let me know if this isn't allowed but when I read TSC, i thought so much about the scene of Jeremy telling Jean he was hurting him doing the wrist thing that it made me think of a scene like this, sorry (if it's out of character and cringe):

The feeling blooming from Jean's heart was one he had familiarized himself with since youth. It was instilled into his veins like platelets and ruled his every thought thinking and regretting the choices that lead up to taking the decision that would later haunt his dreams. And yet, bile rose to his throat in the company of that guilt as he watched Jeremy's lip quiver. Healing was not a narrow path, nor was it a smooth one. He knew, he couldn't not know. He hoped he'd made progress, and he had but every set back planted doubt.

This, this wasn't just doubt. He feared, not for the first time losing something he wanted to keep. He hadn't meant to hit a nerve, throw water to the live wire. Jeremy was trying to keep it together but it was clear Jean's words pierced an artery that made his composure bleed. Cat and Laila weren't home to play mediators. Cat couldn't whisk Jean away to converse with him as they planned and prepped a meal for the next day. Laila couldn't hold Jeremy and soothe him until they were ready to see each other again. They could only stand face to face with Jeremy's tears brimming the water line of his usually bright eyes now shining with the kitchen light reflecting from the glossy sheen Jean knew was a last ditch effort to not make him feel worse.

Jeremy's hands shook next to his thighs, Jean had half a mind to reach for them and hold them. He wasn't allowed to. He hurt Jeremy, it had been unintentional but it happened. Mistakes often do. But Jean didn't take mistakes well, never has and possibly never will if every time he made one it would cost him his progress. "You hurt me." Jeremy said after a deep, shaky breath. "I know, you didn't mean to." His eyes closed, forcing out the tears he had managed to keep back. Jean remained still, even with the urge to hide away in his room until it blew over. To not face such a reaction from Jeremy, he could never see it again.

It would kill him.

"I know..you didn't mean it." Jean's eyebrows furrowed, watching the way Jeremy's eyelids slowly raised to reveal his eyes once more. They search Jean's face with patience, hoping to hear what he needed from the backliner. Yet Jean's throat closed up. Perhaps he didn't want to face the fact he'd caused it, knows deeply ingrained into his mind that it was his fault but refusing to take responsibility for it. A meaner part of him thinking Jeremy was over reacting but even then he knew he was trying to justify himself.

That's why, with a twitch of his finger, he reached for Jeremy's hand. When the blond allowed him to hold it, he focused on it. On the scars from Exy matches littering his skin where they had healed a white contrast. Small things compared to Jean's intentional mistreatment. He held it tight, focusing on it as he said, in the most sincere voice he could;

"Forgive me, Jeremy."

thank you for reading and answering :)

STOPP NOT U COMING TO MY INBOX TO MAKE ME CRY THIS IS SO GOOD, whenever i think about jean’s inner monologue struggling with himself i fall to the grown in desperation like 😭

THANK YOU FOR SHARING WITH US ANON ILY 🫶🏼

[alexbkrieger13]

Nah i dont like spain but popp litterally pushed her in the back from behind, in that case lets talk about popp being down and "needing" traament when barely touched, that is even worse? Or akb growing herself over the ball instead of picking it up x2 when noone aorund. And i dont remember which German player had her hand around aitanas troat harsch without anything but a free kick. So just stopp it.

I dont root for spain, and are really happy Germany won!! but seriously not everything spain does it stupid while no other do anything wrong.

i mean spain pull that kinda stuff all the time so im fine with the germans playing them at their own game

[g0dspeeed]

Phone Number

A wild woman in a red ball cap is on the hunt for the elusive Eli Palmer and manages to capture his attention the only way she knows how: Through the Whitetail Militia security cameras.

Cappie De la Costa & Eli Palmer of Far Cry 5

"Um, Eli? Sir?"

The concerned voice hollered out from the surveillance room, bouncing off the concrete walls of the Wolf's Den and over the variety of ammunition, food stores, and outdoor supplies stacked on tables and in the corners of every room. Eli Palmer sighed from down the hallway. After jotting down a small note for later on his inventory list, he made his way over to address the next crisis.

The Whitetail Mountains were shrinking each day. More sightings of people in red balaclavas and large, white wolves reached his ears, leaving no trace when either he or the Militia made it out to the sites. Campers also told the Militia that they've been chased out of campgrounds by angry Peggies and warned to stay away from the old Veterans Center. No doubt it was Jacob's people, that Project that grew and grew like a sick, festering wound in Eli's side. Something was brewing. Something was about to fall on all their heads, Eli just knew it.

His neck popped as Eli entered the surveillance room. He found Wheaty inches away from one of the glowing screens on the wall. Tammy stood behind him with her arms crossed.

"What's wrong?" asked the tired leader.

Wheaty looked over his shoulder and pointed at the screen.

"Um, there's this uh, girl?"

"A girl?"

"Yeah, she's like, talking to you, I think?"

Eli moved to stand beside Tammy, his brows raised as he observed just what Wheaty tried to describe.

She stood below one of their hidden cameras—Well, supposedly hidden—eyes glancing between the lens and some far off place. Eli frowned. He knew the woman to be Cappie De la Costa, that tricky firecracker he found stranded the other day near the Den, all orneriness and flirtation in the form of a wild woman in a red ball cap.

Fidgeting. Restless. And her mouth running rampant.

"...Yeah, I dunno," she drawled. "Just thought more and more about the world ending and how I'd probably freeze to death or be eaten by a cougar, or starve, or eat a poisonous berry, and I don't know, what you and your–Army? Are you an army?–Um, people do, but like, I need help trying to figure out how to live in the wilderness, and like, you look like you know how? Oh! I don't, I don't mean that as like, an insult! But you told me you fought a bear once–"

Tammy turned to him, brow quirked and mouth a firm line.

"I never said that," supplied Eli.

"...And maybe you're not hearing me. Maybe this camera is broken and I'm just talkin' to myself! But, uh, I don't really know where or how to even find you? For real, I've asked around, but man, you're like a sasquatch or some other cryptid 'cause none of your people wanna help me! And no one has ever seen you, apparently, but I guess what I'm trying to say is that I thought that I could use your survival skills some day, so if you're free I'd like your services! I could pay you in money, grass, or beer! Maybe exchange hair care tips, I dunno, just offerin'..."

Cappie took a moment to breathe, turning her backpack around to rifle through its contents. After a moment of digging and a small 'Aha!', Eli watched as Cappie scribbled something on a granola bar wrapper with a marker and held it up for the camera.

A slow warmth spread across his cheeks and at the tips of his ears. A phone number, messy and smudged, was written on the colorful plastic.

"Guess I'm littering, but here!" chirped Cappie. "Call me!"

The camera caught her suggestive wink before it was obscured by the wrapper. Her footfalls crunched on the rocky trail, then quieted, leaving all three observers in silence in the wake of her one-sided conversation.

"Well," started Tammy. "This is a turn."

Eli was relieved that it was only the three of them in the room. That was, until he turned and saw that the whole Wolf's Den had stopped what they were doing to gather in the room with them, staring either at Cappie's phone number on the screen or their blushing leader.

Eli tried to talk, but had to clear his throat first.

"It's nothin'," he said. "I just helped her the other day."

Tammy shook her head and furrowed her brow.

Eli scoffed and offered a small smile.

"Don't you know?" she prompted. Her finger pointed to the screen. "That woman we just saw? She is in with the Seeds."

"Cappie? I really doubt it–"

"No, Tammy's right," chimed in Wheaty. "She and Jacob Seed had a thing and now there's rumors that she might be with John Seed."

Eli frowned. It seemed that his mission to stay out of town gossip bit him in the ass for he had no clue what they were going on about, and Cappie hadn't mentioned the Seeds when they first met, not that she would have any reason to, he supposed.

"We could get some information from her," shared another Whitetail from behind, the idea gaining some agreements about the room.

"Maybe bring her back here," added Tammy.

A calloused hand ran down Eli's tired face. If that all was true, it would explain the lethal look he earned from Jacob Seed after Cappie was dropped off from his truck, the pure hate he felt.

"We could," he admitted aloud for the group. "But Cappie doesn't seem like the type to be a part of the Project."

"Because you know her so well?" challenged Tammy. "What if Jacob sent her to meet you? To learn about the Wolf's Den? About us?"

A hot sigh left him, a ghost of the comfort he couldn't feel.

"So we let her in? We do what he hoped? I don't know her, Tammy. You're right. Which is why bringing her back to the Den is a mistake, whether she's with the Project or not. Until I learn anything else about her, this isn't Wolf Den business."

"Cool, so like a date then?" asked Wheaty. In response to Eli's blank stare, he added, "What? You got her phone number, so I thought-"

"Everyone, you're dismissed," cut in Eli. "Got a lot of work to do."

Wheaty flinched at the dull stares his question was met with, and obeyed Eli's orders for everyone to resume preparations for the oncoming war with Eden's Gate.

"I didn't even do anything," he grumbled before turning back to the cameras.

[jeniffercheck]

Shiv buys Karolina one of those $500 self cleaning litter boxes with air filtration

stopp she'd spoil oliver so bad while still trying to maintain that she does NOT like him

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Guitar fingers | E.M

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT, fingering, praise, slight Dom/sub. Established relationship, very little plot. Not proof read

Summary: Eddie teases you about how amazing his fingers are, then proves his point.

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His trailer always had music, wether it was him playing or some random rock band. It was constant, it was nice, comforting almost, falling asleep to music every night.

Especially entering his trailer after a long day to see him on his couch, practicing one of his songs, his skilful fingers strumming cords. His hands were large and veiny, he had a few scars on his knuckles along with very few small burn scars from past dropped blunts. His rings littered across his fingers, it was hot, so hot. He left school at lunch today to do a drug deal with some college kids, who knows how long he’d been playing.

He noticed your presence when you walked towards him, his face lit up slightly and he abruptly stopped playing. “Hey doll” he leaned up as you leaned down, a short kiss, longer than a peck but not long enough to lead to something more.

“Don’t stop” you smiled, sitting down beside him “I like it”

He just grinned, going back to playing as you leaned against his shoulder, watching his hands move so rhythmically and fast. You didn’t even realise how much time had passed while staring because all of a sudden you heard a cocky chuckle.

“You madly impressed or something babe?” He asked sarcastically, now looking at you, without lifting your head, you looked up at him from his shoulder

“Always, it’s just how do you do that so fast?”

“Years of practice, you wanna try?” He offered his guitar and you shook your head “it’s not that, I’m curious, I just find it..attractive?” You stated nervously and his smirk grew.

“Well yano what they say, guitar fingers, right?” He joked and you shyed away “shut it eds” you huffed.

“Hm, what? You don’t want my amazing, skilled, guitar fingers?” He teased, his guitar now on the ground as he placed an arm around the back of the couch behind you.

“Stopp” you groaned and he just chuckled, his hand landing on your thigh as his thumb rubbed light circles “should we put it to the test doll? See if it’s true what they say about guitarists” he suggested, although you seemed a lot less opposed to this.

He leaned into kiss you, pushing you down so you were lying back, moving to kiss your neck. He was smooth, his fingers trailed up and down your body, tapping gently along your waist. They stopped at the hem of your pants, tugging them down as he got down on the floor, at the perfect height. He pressed light kisses to your thighs, growing closer and closer.

His hand moved to your inner thigh, his index finger brushing against your clothed clit causing a little whine to slip out of you, he glanced up, smirking at how you just let him use you. “Such a pretty girl” he murmured as he pushed your panties to the side. His attractive hand slipped between your thighs, the cold from his rings shocking your skin slightly. He bit down on his lip as you gasped, his finger now circling your clit, watching you closely.

“Please eds…no more teasing” you whimpered

“We’ll since you said please..” he started, pushing his middle finger into you with a sadistic grin, curling it upwards, watching as your back arches ever so slightly for him. He began moving his finger rhythmically, hitting just the right spot that had you moaning for him.

He raised a brow as your moans began to calm down, instantly pushing another finger in, he needed you to feel good, his fingers were skilful, perfectly pleasing you.

After afew moments he saw your orgasm holding up, watching your moans become breathy and your body reacting in small jolts. He leaned up, his hand still moving as he kissed you, silencing your loud moans as you came undone against him, he pulled back from the kiss “good girl” he teased, pulling his fingers out.

“So. Is it true babydoll?” He asked

“Oh my god, shut up eddie”

[lolita-lollipop]

Can you do a part 2 of coralline erasermic fam where the reader finds out a way to put back together the key and doorknob and it’s been 4 years she has a boyfriend or girlfriend or s/o but they didn’t notice the little door in there new house and that it was unlocked/ thanks for listening have a great day or night

(Scenario)

*unedited

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It had been quite some time since you Had first came here, you had stoppped counting the days a long time ago. Even so, you clearly showed no sights of aging, you’ve been in here for so long, yet not one wrinkle, blemish, or mark had shown up on your skin, almost as if you weren’t aging at all.

By now you had grown accustomed to life here, making good friends with the neighbors(or at least trying to, your parents were always breathing down their necks), the downstairs neighbors were two college friends here for the “free rent” as they put it, and upstairs was some young woman who made it a point to being your parents new (always, always pink) clothing, and apple pies, which they were much appreciative of.

you never stopped trying to get out of here , ever since that day when your into way out of here was litterally crushed into two pieces, you kept an eye out for anything, and everything. And still found absolutely nothing, from the entirety of the house, which is kindof faulty because you were only carried around it half the time, to everything outside. You once tried to run as far as you could, but were met with nothing but a dead end of white light, you came back crying and scared, confused as to what the hell just happened. You were almost immediately swooped up into aizaw- your dads arms, where he cooed and shushed you.

“I told you honey, you can’t leave. You’ll just come back all scared like this. Cmon, let’s get you all bathed and ready for bed”

Your suspicion just rose as many, many cats started showing up all over the place and randomly hissing at your family, sometimes going as far as biting them, then coming to sit in your lap. You kidnof figured something was up, and nothing good happens when something is up, so you just worked extra hard to find some clue to a key, even if you have to make your own, you will get it.

So when you saw the small shine of light, so perfect that you could see the direct outline of the top half of the broken key, you made it a point to get it. Stacking as many books and things on top of eachother as you could, almost falling multiple times, as the 30-or-so books was barley able to stand up right. Before anything could fall thigh, you just jumped and grasped at the air, trying to grab anything, and you were succesfull, you landed on the floor with a “thump”, and there it was, the heart shaped key that got you into this mess.

It was just kindof smooth sailing from there, you knew where the other key was, around your older brothers neck, he and personally hung it on a string and tied it. It was pretty easy, both him and one of your fathers were fonayntlt sleep deprived, or at least that’s what they had led you to believe, and so you took the risk to snip it off of him with little toy scissors that worked surprisingly well, and there you had it, shoving the two together with tape, you tiptoed to the little door that you’d grown to hate, shoving it in the lock as fast as you could, not wanting the same incedent as last time.

“Please work please work please work please work please work” you changed under your breath, and surprisingly enough, it did. So you rushingly scrambled into the open door, hearing footsteps thumping down the stairs, immediately you saw one of your fathers boots quickly coming near the door, and so you lunges forward, slamming the door shut and locking it as quick as you could. Almost immediately after doing so, you heard loud yells, they clearly didn��t like this at. Then again they can’t do anything about it.

“SHIT. SHIT SHIT SHIT! HOLY FUCKING SHIT, LITTLE GIRL COME BACK HERE ” you heard from the other side of the door, immediately he started banging on it, kicking at the other side of the door until you thought it would break. What the heck are you even doing! Get out of there! And get out of there you did, rushing through the decaying crawlspace as the door seemed to be shifting. closer and closer. So you just moved faster, and eventually, you were out, locking the little door for the last time.

“Oh my god.... I’m out. Oh my god! IM OUT!”

———time skip———4 years———

After going missing for over a year, when you suddenly came back it was like a whole new world, one where you could wear what you want, do what you want, and be what you wnat to be. Now taht you had understood the feelings of being truly oppressed and manipulated, you took it upon yourself to have the exact opposite life. Lvijgn it to the fullest. While you were gone, your parents had actually cleaned their lives up a bit, both getting jobs and slowly releasing all the drugs and alcohol, you were actually happy.

And Izuku midoria just made everything even better, you had stayed in this house, just completely blockading up the little door so nothing would ever get out to it. He had lived in the neighboring green house to yours, and went to the same school as you, so you made quick friends with him, along with an explosive blonde. Your life was literally back to normal, better even. When you hit second year of highschool, the two of you started dating. His mother was the sweetest thing ever, always hyping the two of you up from the sidelines.

Then when you graduated, you told him about what had happened in the pink hous taht you were moving out of soon, he believes should in full. Telling you about how his grandmothers sister had gone missing, and her ebidy was found a month later, with buttons down in for eyes, also how after that his grandmother would get these wierd dreams about a girl, not her sister, but someone that looked shockingly similar to you. After that your relationship was completely open, you told eachother everything. It want king before you both moved into a house, a little ways away from your previous “prison” as you’d called it.

It was a small, but sweet home, sitting right in the edge of a large forest, many, many birdhouses riddled the upper head froth of trees. It was just so home-like, and it just stuck in your head until you bright up the idea of buying a home and living together. You were both studying under a university online, so it would be okay, and your parents had a whole lot of funds they gave you to make up for their bad parenting (😒). So you night it, and here you are now, waiting to take the first step into your new home with your boyfriend.

“You ready honey? My mom had the movers unpacking a lot of stuff earlier, we can wait till they finish later?”

“No, let’s just, let’s just go. Oh my god, we own a frickin house”

“Yeah, yeah we do hon”

The two of you converse, hands clasped together as you both simultaneously took a step past the front doorway. You smiled at eachother, immediately flinging yourself into his arms and giving a light kiss, smack dab on the lips. Of course, in your oblivious bubble of love and cuddly affection, you failed to notice the one mist important thing. The one thing in this house that made it different, special. The one thing that you’d hope to never see again.

The little door at the edge of the house, slowly

Very slowly

Creaking open

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[goldenroutledge]

Can you write something where you are sleeping over with rafe and it’s cold? Then he gives you a blanket and cuddles you even more?

blankets

pairing: rafe cameron x reader

wc: 0.7k

warning(s): fluff 😚 and some swearing

rafe masterlist

© goldenroutledge , do not copy, steal, or translate my work

Summers in the Outer Banks brought some good things of course, like perfect weather for boat and beach days. They also meant having miserable nights tossing and turning in your own sweat, throwing the blankets on and off in an attempt to find a happy medium of comfort. Not to mention the storms destroying the power, leaving the island to rely on generators if they could.

Your friend Sarah had been kind enough to let you crash on her family’s boat, considering the Druthers was cool enough to get a wink of sleep in. What you hadn’t prepared for was the morning breeze to be colder than usual as the weather began to cool, waking you up with the goosebumps now littering your arms. You had fallen asleep in only a tank top and some soft shorts, a light crocheted blanket resting over your body.

Sarah was a deep sleeper, you could hear the snores rumbling through her body as she didn’t seem affected by the cold at all. You sighed, rubbing your arms up and down and pulling the blanket up to your shoulders, but nothing seemed to work. The sliding door to where you and Sarah had been sleeping was left slightly open, leaving the gusts of wind to rush inside freely.

You mentally cursed Sarah for being so forgetful before picking your phone up off one of the side tables. 6:07, your phone read, leaving you to sigh. You considered a few of your options as you lay there shivering. You could, A: Go inside and hopefully fall back asleep in Rafe’s bed. B: Steal some of Sarah’s blankets from her sleeping frame. Or C; Stay where you are and freeze your ass off for the rest of the morning.

Option A would’ve been the best, had you not gotten into a small argument with your boyfriend the day before. And that would also require you to go outside in order to get there. Option B didn’t seem too hot either, seeing as Sarah would scold you for being a blanket thief and would never let you live it down. Option C was automatically ruled out, as you decided you had to do something. Something being Option A.

“Oh, what the hell.” You surrendered, tiptoeing across the cold floor even though Sarah probably wouldn’t be bothered if there were a bear walking around instead. With only the light blanket wrapped around your shoulders, you slipped on some flip flops and made a dash for the large, white home.

The sky had barely lit up from nightfall, which gave you a hard time in seeing your surroundings. But you knew the property well enough to get inside with no serious injury. Slipping off the flip flops, you made your way up the stairs quickly but quietly, stopping at Rafe’s door.

You hated to be the first to give in after an argument, but these were desperate times. Little did you know, Rafe had his own sleeping problems when it came to being without the comfort of being held in your arms. Or holding you in his, but you weren’t stupid and quickly caught onto how much he loved being the little spoon.

You turned the knob and stepped inside, a Rafe sized lump under his comforter moving up and down slightly with his breathing. He heard you close the door, rolling over lazily to be met with you wrapped up tightly in a blanket.

“Rafey?” You whispered, moving closer to him as you wiggled under the covers. “I couldn’t sleep out there. I’m freezing.”

He jumped lightly at the feel of your cold skin on his warm body. “Damn, babe.” He tried to move away from you, but couldn’t help but feel bad as your teeth chattered and your body shivered. “C’mere.” He mumbled in his morning voice that would’ve normally sent butterflies to your stomach, before wrapping his arms around you protectively.

You had practically curled into a ball, which made him chuckle. Once your teeth had stopped chattering, you spoke softly. “Sorry for waking you up.”

He frowned at your unneeded apology. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I always sleep better with you next to me anyways.” He muttered, checking to make sure you were tucked in securely.

You smiled at his confession, tucking your head into the crook of his neck and peppering kisses to his collarbone. “You’re the best, Rafey. Thanks for sharing your body heat.” Rafe pressed a soft kiss to your forehead as you had started to warm back up.

“Anytime, baby.”

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[rightintheguts]

A Girl Borne of a Trickster

Alright, I finally cave and decided to post my Vikings fanfic here (Gods help me). I’ve already posted this on AO3, but I’m currently in the process of re-writing it; so here’s the re-written first chapter.

Pairings: Ivar x Original Female Character

Warnings: Blood, Minor Original Character Death.

Summary: Living within a small hamlet off the coast of North Umbria, Marian’s world as a whole is both small, and boring. She feels out of place, like a snowstorm during the middle of Summer; a girl of ten, that asks too many questions, and dreams of things that many deem ridiculous and unbelievable. Though she wished it wasn’t so, she knew she would be resigned to this small world till the end of her life. Or, so she had believed.

Chapter One: Thurisaz; Danger, Suffering

A firm slap to her hand, startled Marian back to awareness; she took in her still hands, thread and needle held carelessly, before meeting her mother’s reproachful glare. Taking in the older woman’s pinched expression, Marian could only offer up a weary apology before starting anew with her given task.

“Don’t get lost in your head now: focus.” irritation practically dripped from her mother’s lips, though Marian wouldn’t hold it against her. This had been the fifth time in a row that Marian had gotten distracted, and her mother’s patience ran only so much. She couldn’t help it, honest; sleep had chosen to allude her for the past two weeks, ever since her monthly cycles had first started.

 Her mother had been a touch surprised, not having expected her daughter to bleed until another summer had gone by, possibly two. But, of course this just had to be another thing that Marian was left out in; from what she could pry from other girls her age, they hadn’t started theirs yet. Marian hated her cycles, they were painful and messy; but what she hated the most, was the recurring nightmare that came with it.

That was the main reason Marian was unable to catch a moment's rest; she had believed that it would end once her cycle had, but alas, it still continues to harass her. So, she tried to avoid sleep all together, with the result being her current exhausted state. Marian tried telling her mother, even going into detail of the contents of her nightmare, but all she had done was give Marian a fearful look, and told her never to speak of it again. Her mother even went in-so-far as to drag her to the village’s small chapel and ordered her to pray for her soul. So, Marian hadn’t bothered to bring it up again; keeping her mouth shut, and suffered in silence for her mother’s peace of mind.

A sharp exhale had Marian, once again, snapping out of a daze; tired eyes once again meeting her mother’s glare and tight face. Her mother snatched the sad excuse for embroidery from Marian’s limp hands, before barking at her, “Go feed the chickens!”

Marian refrained from reminding her mother that they had just recently done so, and instead took the opportunity her mother had given her. Marian stumbled her way out of their humble abode, and made her way towards the chicken coop, a bag of feed in her scrawny arms. After entering the flimsy structure, and tossing a handful of feed onto the grimy floor, Marian found herself yawning; her eyes turning heavy with sleep. 

She tried fighting off the creeping sensation of slumber, but found she no longer had the will to. After finding a slightly cleaner spot, with few chicken droppings and a decent amount of hay, Marian made herself comfortable before stilling and blinking drowsily. ‘I’ll just rest my eyes.’

Sleep, Min Sol. The Voice had returned; another thing that had plagued her mind, aside from the nightmare. Though where she feared the dream, the Voice was more of a comfort then anything; something she had also withheld from her mother, lest the woman start assuming witchcraft. 

Though she had, at first, tried blocking out the Voice she was never able to hold out. So, though Marian once again attempted to fight off the lulling command, she was unsuccessful; and with that failure, she found herself slipping into sweet oblivion.

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Marian was shocked awake by a blood curdling scream. Sleep still had it’s claws at the edges of her mind, but she quickly rid herself of them when another scream, this one much more closer, rang out through the air. Feathers flew through the stale air, as Marian scrambled from the floor, startling the roosting chickens, and towards the slanted entrance of the coop.

WAIT. The Voice stopped her, leaving her frozen in place, hand midway towards the worn door. Marian found herself holding her breath, waiting for the Voice to say anything else, but her attention was quickly drawn to the sound of her mother screaming her name.

“MARIAN! Run! Run away---” Her mother’s voice caved in on itself, which urged Marian to peek through one of the holes that littered the walls of the chicken pen. What she saw, had a sob ripping out of her tight throat. 

A hulking figure stood just behind her mother; rugged, fair-haired and with a nauseous amount of blood covering his left side: Marian knew instantly that not a drop of it was the man’s. The sight of the stranger wasn’t what terrified her; no, what caused her burning tears was the sight of his sword plunged through her mother’s gut.

A sense of sharp deja vu gripped her; she’s seen this, she’s dreamed this for the past fortnight.

 ‘No, this is just a dream! A horrible dream!’ Marian thought, but she knew deep down that it was no longer a dream, and that she was wide awake for this horror. With a gasping breath, her mother fell upon the dusty earth, clutching her split stomach with trembling fingers. With a rough kick, the hulking man sent Marian’s mother fully onto the ground, limp body strewn about like a burlap doll. Then, with a satisfied sneer, the man surveyed the surrounding area, no doubt trying to find her now.

 Marian could see his mind working behind his dark eyes; there had to be something out here, otherwise, why else would the woman run out to a dead end? 

She clapped her dirty hands to her tear-stained face, desperately trying to hold back her racking sobs as she kept an eye on the foreigner; watching as he scanned halfheartedly, before losing interest once he was met with only startled livestock and farm equipment. He eventually turned to leave, idly swinging his stained sword. But before Marian could breathe a sigh of relief, her luck ended when upon shifting her weight, the old wood chose that moment to give out. 

With an audible crack, her right foot fell through the floor, and a scream tore through her throat as the split wood gouged her leg. Immediately after, Marian heard face-paced footsteps coming towards her, and panic was quick to set in. That is, until the Voice decided to remind Marian of her nightmare--Vision, Min Sol.

Due to the sudden input, Marian managed to tamper down her dread, and silenced her painful whimpers by the time the stranger ripped open the coop’s door. She couldn’t withhold a spine racking tremble though, when the man’s eyes landed on her dirty, tear-stained face, but she did her best to meet him with a grim look. 

Repeat what I say. The Voice commanded; Marian only swallowed in reply. Just as the man raised his weapon high, Marian opened her mouth.

“Stoppe.” The command fell flat, for her voice was shaking too much; but the man still paused, thick brows furrowing in bafflement. He opened his mouth, but the Voice was already continuing, and Marian was quick in repeating it’s words.

“Hvis du dreper meg,” She began, tongue tripping over the foreign speech, but she saw that she had the stranger’s attention now. “Loki vil jakte deg, til din uunngåelige slutt.” 

Marian saw his grip whiten, and his expression morph into one of abject horror. She was unsure of what she had said, but somehow knew that the words would be heeded. Weapon lowered, the man began scanning her, gaze lingering on her capped head and green eyes. He suddenly reached for her cap and ripped it from her head, startling her so bad she tried leaping away, and was swiftly reminded of her trapped leg.

Hissing in pain, Marian watched the man closely as he took in the hue of her hair. His look of horror melted from his face, replaced by a look of wonder and excitement. The same look from her dream--vision--and Marian found herself still and cooperative when the man reached for her injured leg. With his bare hands, he tore the floor boards apart, and freed her leg; before she could do anything, the stranger grabbed her, and pulled her from the coop. 

Don’t struggle. Marian listened, and continued to cooperate with the man, even as he procured coarse rope to tie her wrists and ankles; even as he slung her over his broad shoulder and strode past her mother’s lifeless body. One last sob wrenched past her lips, as they drew further away from her mother’s still form, and away from the only comfort that life had ever provided her.

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I went for Norwegian, so....and native speakers, if you wish to correct me, go for it.

Translation(s):

(1) My Sun

(2) Stop

(3) If you kill me

(4) Loki will hound you, until your inevitable end

[dadzawa-adopt-dabi]

prompt7-shopping

Dabi doesn't feel the cold, not really. His body runs slightly warm and his villain coat keeps him warm on the patches of skin he can feel. Toga does her best to stay inside during the cooler months. Buried in blankets with Shuichi right beside her. Jin’s mask usually keeps him warm and the same goes for Sako. Sako also brought his own winter gear when he joined, everything stored neatly marbled in his coat pockets. Kuroguri didn’t feel cold as he was mainly mist. Shigaraki however did, when the base had been raided he’d left all his belongings. There was nothing he brought with him besides a single game in the console he had been holding and the sweats he always wore. Sako had already been shopping for them, grabbing necessities as safely and stealthy as he can.

Shigaraki never complains about it either. He lost his Sensei that day, while Dabi knew the dude had been a creep, Shigaraki had depended on him a lot. He had lost his mentor and all his resources at the same time. He hadn’t complained or blamed the league, just had said he’d get over it. 

Which was why Dabi was here, breaking into the number 2 Hero’s apartment. Hawks wouldn’t do anything to him while he was trying to get into the league of villains anyways. The overly cocky pigeon hadn’t even locked his balcony door before taking off for work that morning. 

Dabi let himself in and blinked at the disarray the apartment was in. right as he walked in it smelled like old takeout and beer. Was worse than the bar honestly, and the most cleaning that got done there was Shigaraki dusting things and Kuroguri portaling large piles of trash or dust away.

He started in Hawks' bedroom, dismissing the Hero merchandise on the walls and shelves. It was messy and cluttered with random objects all over. Stacks of still sealed puzzles, a set of golf clubs tipped over and spread across the floor, so many random high end pieces of clothing with tags still on. Dabi spared a second before he went to search the next room for cash to regret not bringing Sako or Kuroguri with him. Their quirks would have been useful to steal some of this worthless crap.

The living room was bare except for packages littering every surface and an entertainment center. It was empty except for some dvd’s still in their packaging, carelessly thrown onto the tv stand. The whole thing was covered in dust and Dabi wrinkled his nose. It was like Hawks didn’t live here despite all the items belonging to him and a few red feathers strewn about.

He entered the kitchen and covered his nose. Dirty cups overflowed the sinks onto the counters. Takeout spilled out of the garbage to rest on top and to rest on the hardwood floor around it. The only appliance that looked like it had ever been used was the coffee maker. It had fingerprints and blood smeared on it with scratches covering the surface. Nothing in the apartment had been like Dabi expected it to be so he put it out of his mind as best he could.

He started rifling through drawers when he hit the jackpot. Better than the cash he had been looking for, A credit card tucked among the takeout menus. He grabbed it and felt something on the back taped to it. He turned it over and felt himself smile wide enough to start tearing staples. Hawks had actually put a post it note with his cards pincode on the back of it.

He shut the drawer and stomped back across the apartment. Hawks didn’t seem to take lunch breaks at his apartment but he still wanted to get out of there as fast as he could. 

He stopped a few bus stops away from the base and putting on his politest voice asked where the nearest outlet store was. The kid pointed him up a few blocks and didn’t seem to notice his scars beneath his disguise at all. 

Grabbing a cart he put as many groceries as he could reasonably take on a bus in a cart. Stuff that would at least help feed the league for now. He really hadn’t expected to find a credit card, much less have a code to be able to use it. 

He went next door to a smaller general store that carried clothing and guessed Shigaraki’s size picked out plain black clothes. He wasn’t going to get anything other than the necessities since he couldn’t carry it all back. He ended up with 3 outfits for him that he was crossing his fingers fit and a black thinner coat. They hadn’t carried any thick puffy ones but paired with one of the hoodies it would have to do. He patiently waited at the checkout and tried not to draw attention to himself. He saw a winter hat as he waited his turn, it had knitted cat ears on it and he grinned as he added it to his purchases. Shigaraki would murder him for it probably but he did indeed need a hat.

Greeting the cashier and making small talk as he swiped the card for the second time and it went through. He paused when it asked if he wanted cash, at the last store he had been rushed out by an off duty Hero walking in so he hadn’t grabbed any. Now he hit the highest amount on screen and continued making small talk with the cashier about her day as she handed it over. She never even tensed up when checking him out, staring somewhere just above his head and answering his chatter on autopilot. 

He struggled out the door with all his bags, waiting at the bus stop for a few minutes until the next one came along felt excruciating. He kept his eyes open for any sign of Hawks and breathed a small sigh of relief when the bus pulled up with no sign of him. A few stops later he exited the bus, the driver helping him bring all his bags out. The two blocks to the league from the stopp felt like 

the longest two blocks he’d ever walked. Save for when Hawks had first come to him for “recruitment”.

“Shig, Crusty. Get your ass out here, I got shit for ya.” he yelled as he kicked open the door.

Shigaraki lazily glanced over from the couch towards the door. He jumped up when he saw the bags.

“What the fuck, how did you get all this?” he ran over to Dabi and shoved the door shut behind him. Dabi dropped all the clothes where they were and continued carrying the few bags left to the kitchen.

“Are these all for me?! What the fuck crispy? Are you sick or something?” His disembodied voice carried into the kitchen.

“Stole Hawks credit card.” Dabi let out a small laugh as he put the last grocery away.

“You did what?” Shigaraki’s voice went up at least two octaves as he screeched and paused in digging through the bags.  He skidded into the room wearing the stupid hat Dabi had grabbed as a joke. Making Dabi choke on air at the sight, he hadn’t expected him to actually wear it!

[shazzar-son]

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[vamprnce]

Gatboss week day 5: Alternate Universe

If Boss and Johnny met each other in highschool way before the Third Street Saints even happened. Two aggressive kids clash when they're sent to detention, friendship ensues?

ao3 | Day 1 - Day 2 - Day 3

(I'm skipping day 4 for now bc I'm still thinking what to write also I fell down a rabbit hole with this concept and couldn't get out,,,,)

"Just sit down and shut up." An angry teacher yelled as he escorted an equally angry young teen by the arm into the classroom.

Huffing, the teen aggressively pulled his arm out of the teacher's grasp, stomping towards one of the empty seats in front of the class and carelessly fell into it. Throwing a small tantrum he pushed his bookbag off the desk, folding his arms on top of the surface and laying his head in them.

He got in another fight -- again -- and got thrown in detention, something that just flared up his aggression even more. All he wanted to do is go to the arcade after school liked he planned, but no, some dickhead kids had to start shit with him again, they fully knowing he'll won't back down to them. So, he was here instead, sitting in an almost empty classroom, pissed off as ever.

There was in fact another kid in the classroom, a male teen who looked a bit older than he was, well he assumed, maybe they were the same age who knew? He sat a few rows away where he was sitting, he was sitting there way before he stormed in the room. He side glanced over at him, the older teen had his hands behind his head and legs crossed, looking like he was right at home instead of a classroom. Maybe he's been thrown in here a lot more frequently, Chris knows he has but he hasn't seen him in here before, actually he doesn't recognize this guy at all. Besides being older, he had black hair but an ugly blonde dyed tips, glasses and a purple t-shirt. Just studying him he couldn't match his face from anywhere, not even his name.

The boy in question felt his gaze upon him and looked over where the pissed and curly haired boy sat, who just previously got here. Their eyes met briefly before Chris whipped his head away from him, making the boy arch his brows in confusion. He didn't dwell on it. Shit, he only had at least half an hour left here and he'll be out to cause more trouble, it's just detention after all. He just sat there doing fuck nothing, bored out of his mind, he'd rather break something, steal something, punch someone.

His gaze glanced back on the previously pissed kid, who he saw now him pulling out a notebook and some pens and scribbled something. This dude wasn't actually doing homework is he? He laughed as he watched him, though the curly head kid was way to focus and fastly moving his hand on his notebook. He stopped paying attention to what he was writing and noticed he didn't recognize this kid. Like ever. Did he ever go to this school before? He wasn't in his class the last time he checked. It was a complete mystery that really strucked him. He wasn't the one to make friends in detention, but he was pulled to ask who he was at least.

"Yo, shrimpy." Johnny called out loudly, making Chris jump slightly and stop what he was writing, looking over at him. "Huh?" Is all he replied, looking at him with confusion on his face. "Whatcha writin' over there?" He said, pointing a finger at the paper with some scribbles. Chris' eyes widen and shoulders tensed, he bite his bottom lip and look at all his drawings, trying to cover them up with his hand. "It's not none of your damn business." He says sharply, giving him the cold shoulder in response. He already had enough of people for today, all he wanted was some peace and quiet for thirty minutes.

Johnny's eyebrows raised, the cockiness on this little shit. He got up from his seat and walked over in front of the quiet teen, he went back doing what he was previously doing and completely ignoring him. He wondered how this wimpy but smartass kid even got into detention in the first place. What did he do, steal someone's eraser and make them cry like a baby? Johnny made his way to the front of his desk, looming over him and watching him draw. That's what he's up to, he thought.

Getting up closer to him Johnny studied him much better, a resting bitch face was plastered on him, he saw some dried blood that wasn't perfectly cleaned off under his nose, also some detectable bruises on his face. He had bruised knuckles, too, on his right hand and had a purple cast on his left arm. Looking at it better he saw it was littered with drawings and signature's. This punk knew how to fight and he had friends, more and more he looked at him he was surprised.

Chris slowly noticed him standing there and he felt uncomfortable with him so close. He naturally put up his defenses, he didn't know what his exact intentions were. He mostly likely wanted to mess with him, which is natural since everyone pick fights with him every chance they got. He didn't understand why though, I guess he was quiet, reserved, closed off from most people and pretty damn weird apparently. It was easy to bully him they thought, he's quiet so he must be weak. Funny thing is they never expect him to actually fight back, it always without fail surprises everyone. Today though he was tired and mentally exhausted from fighting, the always need to feel like he has to defend himself all the time, it's exhausting.

His eyes were filled with agitation when looking up at the other older teen, he just wanted to be left alone and wasn't it the mood for chatting. "Whatcha's name, smartass?" Johnny asked, looking down on him meet his eyes. "Eat a dick." Chris clearly showed he wasn't in the mood, it made Johnny smirk wide though. This fucking kid. "Don't have to be so hostile, I'm just askin' a question s'all!" Johnny put his hands up, trying to be friendly towards him. If it was anyone else he'd probably punched them in the mouth for saying that, but for some reason he didn't feel angry or threatened by him. It was weird and unusual, he didn't like it.

"I don't care for your questions, so why don't you take yourself and your frosted tips else where." He snapped, his discomfort rised high and his guard was up. Johnny had to laugh at that one, though he wasn't laughing at him, he was laughing at the insult. "Damn, ain't you a fiesty one? No wonder why your in detention." Johnny snarked back. "Oh, and I'm guessing you're such a saint. That's why your in here, too, right?" The sarcasm was thick. Johnny kept smirking, though his niceness quickly started going away now feeling irritated by the smartass. "Alright then, tell me why you're in here then, princess." Johnny said, temper rising. "God, so annoying. You talk too much." Chris huffed, he was beyond annoyed by him now.

The effortlessness of dismissing Johnny just drove him up the wall, he was five seconds away of dragging him by the hoodie he was wearing and wailing on him in the hallway, gladly earning him more detention.

"Why are you in detention?" The teen asked, his mood weirdly changed.

Johnny looked at him in disbelief, he threw insults and bitched at him, now he's asking him questions? "I killed a bunch of people." He bit back at him, sitting backwards in one of the empty chairs he ended up dragging to his previous spot. "Man, I don't think they should've left you unsupervised then." God, he didn't know if he liked this kid or if he wanted to punch him. Chris flipped to a new sheet of paper and started aimlessly doodling, Johnny peered at it, he wasn't a master at the arts but his scribbles were something, that something that resembled a lot like graffiti art he see's in the Row. Maybe this fucker did some of those. Chris glanced up quickly seeing Johnny watching him work and he quietly sighed through his nose, he was such a pest and he wouldn't leave.

"I'm... Christian by the way." He said, nervousness in his voice, it seemed like he still didn't trust him but Johnny didn't blame him. They only met for fifteen minutes, it's not like they're best friends or something. Finally getting his name he seemed somewhat satisfied, on his weird voyage to seek answers from this weird kid. "I'm Johnny." He said plainly, might as well offer his name too since the other teen gingerly did so unprompted. Chris smiled though. "So, you in my class or somethin'? Because I'm pretty sure I've never seen you once in my life around school." Johnny asked.

"I don't think so."

He thought hard while answering, it was weird, they've never cross paths before today. Yeah, Chris might be a ghost to some but he remembers people and their faces, Johnny's isn't familiar though. "What class are you in?" Chris asked, finally tearing his focus away from his notebook for once. "Mrs. Jefferson, you?" Johnny said. "Mr. Monroe."

Johnny knew that class, it was a junior year. Damn, he wasn't that young as he thought. He looked liked a jr high schooler and sounded like he didn't hit puberty yet, with this new information he was way older then he let on. Who the hell is this guy? He gets stranger and stranger. "So, Chris, whatcha in here for? Don't tell me it was some sissy bullshit." Johnny said, putting emphasis on the use of his name and going back to his original question. "Only if you tell me why you're in here after." He still had some coldness to him, still guarded. "Fine, deal." Johnny sighed, shaking his good hand on it.

Chris started explaining that minutes before being sent here, some group of boys were hanging outside in the hallway. Walking past them to leave school, it was the end of the day, the dumbasses just had to start calling him names and throwing insults. He wasn't going to entertain them and fight back like they wanted, but things escalated quickly that he indeed had to. Next thing he knew he was on top of the loud aggressor, holding him down by the throat and bashing him in the face, the other boys cheered as they watched the brawl happen before them. Once he starts fighting all the rage comes out and he can't be stopped. "--Then one of the teachers came down the hallway and saw me on top of the fucker, pulled me off of him and sends me to detention, like I actually did anything wrong." Chris explained the whole situation to Johnny, not letting go of his anger and rolling his eyes.

His eyes were wide and he was hanging on every word of the younger teens story, this pipsqueak can fight holy shit. He was starting to like this kid better, even if he is annoying. "Holy shit." Is all he says, his face beamed like how a kid looks like on Christmas morning. Chris just smirks awkwardly at his compliment, well he thinks it's one. "I didn't think you could fight with a cast let alone broken arm, proved me wrong." Johnny said "Hey, how did you get that anyways." He pointed at the purple cast. Chris looked down on it then back to Johnny, "Oh, I fell." Is all he says with the most casualty in his voice, like he was saying the most obvious answer. Johnny stared at him, waiting if he was going to elaborate anytime soon.

"Well?" Johnny asked, annoyed.

He actually laughed at him. "I didn't get this in a fight, if you thought that. Yeah, no, I was riding my bike and I crashed really bad, hence the cast." He gestured to it.

"Oh." Johnny nodded, a bit disappointed really.

He wanted to hear another cool story from him. "You wanna sign it?" Chris asked, his voice was so quiet for a second. It was so weird that this kid can be so silent and awkward but then actually bitch and be annoying towards him at the same time, he acted like a different person. "Yeah, why not." Johnny said, grabbing a pen and scribbling his name on the cast, there wasn't as much names on here. "Purple, nice color." He compliments as he finished writing. The kids face lit up as he looked at the newly decorated cast. Maybe this guy didn't have so much friends as he thought before, he didn't see why, the kid was pretty cool. A bit weird and awkward here and there, but who isn't really?

"You live around here or somethin'?" Johnny asked, "Like, you a Stilwater native?"

"Oh, yeah, I live in the Mission Beach district in Saint--" Chris was explaining until Johnny cut in and finished what he was saying. "Saints Row?!" He said surprised, a bit too loudly. "C'mon man, you can't tell me you live in the Row and go to the same school as me then we never bump into each other ever!" His voice was so loud that it made Chris flinch for a second, though he did smile excitedly. "I can't believe this." Chris shook his head in disbelief, smiling. "I'm usually by that creepy church, at the arcade or basketball court if that helps." Chris said. "Yeah, it does, I'll try looking for you next time." Johnny said, smirking.

The thirty minutes of detention were over as the school bell rang. Chris grabbed his bag putting everything away and started leaving the class, Johnny walking behind him. He didn't notice actually how tall Johnny was since they were sitting, comparing quickly he was at least four inches taller. They walked through the empty hallway together, Chris was silent, as usual. Until he spoke up, like he remembered something.

"Hey, you never told me why you were in detention, you promised after!"

"I told you, I killed a bunch of people. Why would I lie about that?" Johnny had a shit eating grin.

"Fuck off, Jonathan." Chris said, shoving Johnny.

"Screw you, Christian." Johnny said, shoving back.

"I'm going to the arcade. You can come if you want, I don't care." He said coldly, putting his hood up over his head and hands in his pockets.

Johnny's grin grew as they exited the building. Chris was walking off down the stairs outside before him. Even though the younger boy was acting coldly towards him, his fondness for him grew.

There was something special about him, something he hasn't seen in a person before.

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Ardagger - Frühstücksnews - Dienstag, 22.3.2021

Ardagger – Frühstücksnews – Dienstag, 22.3.2021

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