#and if one of you DUMB MOTHERFUCKERS ain't know I'm black and come into my ask with some “don't say the n-word” ass shit

[that-guy-sleepy-miles]

Thinking about how one time a transmed reblogged my art of my character.

I corrected them on the pronouns and the gender of my character and this dumb nigga said "do you know who you're talking to?"

BROSKI, DO YOU?! YOU REBLOGGED MY SHIT, DON'T GET PRESSED WHEN I EXPLAIN SOME SHIT.

[isaactheterrible]

could you write about sniper and demo bragging to each other about how many cryptids they’ve seen,, and then eventually arguing about which cryptids are real or not? I think it would be swag,, also I like your header

Thank you so much! (Also this request is freaking awesome, I hope I did a good job).

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Demo + Sniper: The Cryptid Discussion

Sniper didn't like the cold. But it was simply one of these nights. The wind blew cold air that invaded his van and the road outside was freezing. He hated these nights, cold and alone, desperately holding onto a far-too-thin blanket for any semblance of warmth.

But tonight was bound to be different. To Mundy's surprise the Scotts Man, Tavish had decided to come on by, probably looking for his drinking buddy for the night. The tall man came in , closing the door quickly but carefully as to not damage the two bottles of whiskey he was holding, one in each hand.

"Nice place ye got here, the cobwebs are a nice touch." Said Tavish as he made himself at home, sitting down on Sniper's table. To his dismay it appears his drinking buddy seemed tense, paying little mind to the Scotts man.

"What's up Mundy? Not in a talkative mood are ye? C'mon sit down lad, I got a story to tell ye." He insisted, gesturing to the seat beside him. Mundy did as he was told which Demo took as a signal to start his story.

"Well ye see, I reunited with an old friend recently, I was visiting me mum and I decided to go out with some lads I hadn't seen for a minute, the lot of us went out to get pissed (drunk) and next thing we know we're out on some dock, so I open me eyes to take a look around and you'll never guess what I saw! There's freaking Morag out in the water!"

"Morag?" Sniper asked clearly confused

"Ye know dirty dark brown skin, long neck, serpentine head, 20 feet long, Morag!" He said looking almost baffled at Sniper's ignorance

"Wait, is that some kind of cryptid you have over in Scotland?" Sniper tried to clarify

"Aye, I guess it makes sense ye wouldn't know 'im. I've seen 'im before, back when I had both me eyes, I was a wee (young) lad back then tho. In me paw's (father's) boat, the damn thing swam around us like it was gonna attack us! Gave me a bloody heart attack! Almost peed meself!" Demo joked

"Ye know I understand if ye don't believe me or think I was just a wee lad or drunk. Most people think I'm full of it." Demo said, looking down at his whisky, appearing a bit ashamed to have said his story aloud.

"Don't worry I believe ya mate. I... I've had my own fair share of... Bizarre experiences." Mundy said tensing up a bit.

"I used to go hunting with my ma when I was younger but one time I decided to go out alone, ya see in Australia there is the myth of the Yowie. You see it's said that out in the Australian wilderness there is a large hairy dumb bipedal creature, kinda like bigfoot. A big but harmless cryptid, a gentle giant but I know the truth. It ain't stupid and it sure as shit ain't peaceful."

The pain in Sniper's voice was evident but Demoman knew Mundy had difficulties talking about things like these, maybe if it was later in the night or maybe if the pair was drunker they could talk about it but not now, not like this.

"Ye know, Morag ain't the only spook I've come across." Demo joked, receiving a hesitant chuckle from Sniper.

"Ya seen any other creepy critters?"

"Have ye heard of the Alien Big Cats?" Demoman asked playfully

"Spooky motherfuckers, black cats the size of cows! They killed me mum's sheep." Demo proclaimed proudly

"You sure it wasn't a wolf or hell even a panther?" Asked sniper

"Panther? In Scotland? Ha! Don't make me laugh lad, these spooks ain't no panther and they sure as hell ain't no wolf. I've seen 'em stalking their prey with their biddy yellow little eyes... They attacked me friend Jean!"

"Ah is she alright?"

"Nah she died, it was cancer tho not them damn cats. She fought 'em off! Hit 'em with her cane! They didn't know who they were messin with!"

"I'm sorry for your loss mate." Sniper said awkwardly, not really knowing how to console someone.

"Is alright lad, Jean was a strong lady, fought it to the very end, those damn cats never stood a chance! Attacking a woman with a cane! Those damn felines!" Demo joked

"Hehe, damn cats. Ya know me and my dad got attacked by a cryptid once. The two of us were returning home from the cinema when a damn 6ft tall lizard came at us! We had to hole up in a damn public loo (toilet)! Waiting for that thing to get bored and leave!" Sniper explained

"That's not a cryptid, that's a damn Komodo Dragon!" Demo complained

"Says the guy who lost sheep to a glorified bobcat!" Sniper responded angrily

"I told ye already it ain't no bobcat, it's an alien!"

"Bollocks! What, these animals build their own spaceship to travel to earth? To do what exactly? Eat some sheep and get beaten up with canes?" Mundy argued

Demo looked away shyly, failing to come up with a witty comeback or an intelligent argument. Sniper had to admit it, it made him ashamed to hurt his friend, even if his friend started it. He didn't mean to put Demo in a difficult position.

"Ya know, I was young when the lizard attacked us. My dad probably told me it was the Megalavia to make me feel better, it was probably a croc or something." Sniper said, trying to improve his friend's mood.

"I thought these only existed in Florida." Demo joked

"Maybe they're an old-wives tale. A myth." Sniper said, a sly smile on his face, showing off his crooked teeth

"Ha! that'd explain how big these bastards get! Toothy fucks!"

"You're a good sport, mate."

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Did y'all spot the ICP reference?

[emilykaldwen]

@alexandria-millie sent three asks for this so I'm putting them all into one!

I've seen a theory that Jaehaerys' murder was planned to cause suffering and discord among the Greens. Play Aegon against Aemond. If Healena had been furious instead of sinking into depression, the dance would have had a different ending. Daemon's marriage to Rhaenyra was a huge political mistake on Rhaenyra's part. Daemon can't be controlled, it was a matter of time before he did something horrible and unlike Viserys it wouldn't be easy for Rhaenyra to punish him.

 Why you gotta bring me into the lion's den lmao. Okay. I'm gonna try tread respectfully and carefully here because these are all really nuanced, especially your final question: re daemyra (and I'm not their hype girl so take with that what you will).

Before I dive into everything else, I think what it has to come down to is how you view the Targaryens. They are a MESS. Capitals. Are they a fun problematic dynasty with dragons and incest and chaos? Yes, that's why we like playing with them, but they have been shown time and again to not be oh so great for the realm. They truly, genuinely believe they are above the common man (See: Doctrine of Exceptionalism), and as George has said: Dragons don't grow trees. The nobility as a whole for Westeros is a bad thing, Fuedelism ain't great! So it's really important to remember when it comes to talking about Targaryens is that you absolutely have that Valyrian Supremacy at play and while some may be better than others, you are supposed to be in the twilight of the Golden Age of Dragonriders, so remember that.

And if GRRM comes out and confirms: Yes, Daemon ordered B&C and all that, yes that's how I intended it, then there we go, word of god and all that.

1. Jaehaerys' murder motivation

I disagree. I can see why one would think it would sow discord, but truthfully I think that's a wobbly outcome to bank on because child murder does nothing but hurt Team Black. When I first read F&B and this situation, oh yeah 100% anti-Daemon cause that motherfucker killed babies! what the fuck! and while I'm still not Daemon's biggest fangirl, further reading of the situation and the story really highlights that Jaehaerys' murder was a fucking tragedy that shouldn't have happened, but there's no way anyone would believe Daemon Targaryen for being like 'yeah no I didn't order for Jae to be killed'. Because Daemon's spent his time not really fighting the sort of rumors and allegations thrown at him. He's just living it up in the myth people want to create of him. Make me your villain, I'm just doing my thing. Jaehaerys' murder gains sympathy for the Greens, it martyrs him in a way that Luke isn't. Luke was an emissary to a potential ally and was killed and it's tragic and sad. We sympathize for the loss of Rhaenyra's children.

Aemond's a 16/17/18 whatever year old riding a war machine with no experience in that way. It shows how utterly unprepared all these children fucking are for this.

Killing Jaehaerys only further villifies Daemon and now spreads that to Rhaenyra. It doesn't hold water, because it only really hurts Rhaenyra in the end.

[cavaet: This is the kind of set up thing where I could see 'well let's kill his son!' and then realizing 'shit no bad idea, okay lets kill aegon and/or aemond', but hey! for all I fucking know, George really was like 'yeah no they lost their shit and did something incredibly stupid because this whole book is filled with dumb shit that doesn't make sense like why is no one patrolling the gullet for enemy ships???]

2. Helaena's Grief and Rage

Sooooo seeing your child fucking decapitated in front of you after being forced to choose? Is gonna fuck you up. Her immobilizing grief makes sense to me. However if she had become a dragonrider in battle, yeah, that would change things. Dreamfyre is older than Vermithor, and Helaena's bond with her dragon is stronger than Hugh's with Vermithor IMO. The Blacks have Daemon and Rhaenys both experienced in battle on dragonback, but not with other dragons and Vermithor is being ridden by a dude who just learned how to ride a dragon. Dreamfyre puts the playing field strongly in Team Green favor from a battle standpoint, which is why she's taken out early.

3. Daemon and Rhaenyra

(no one @ me please)

the tina belcher sounds I just made. Okay, where do I start. Going up to my whole preamble about Targaryen Supremacy: No Targaryen marriage is politically advantageous. Their practice of dynastic incest continues to separate them from the realm that they rule because that's what they want. They are above men, they are closer to gods, and they don't want to dilute their blood (if you buy into the blood magic needed for dragon riding). Marrying out of the family would let other houses hold potential claim to dragons. We see this in Rhaenys Targaryen whose half Baratheon being able to claim a dragon.

The smartest marriage to happen at this point in time for the Targaryens was Viserys' marriage to Alicent Hightower. The Hightowers are tied with the Maesters (something something maester conspiracy), they are one of the most powerful families in the realm. THAT is a politically advantageous marriage (and a reason why they were not made Lords Paramount of the Reach). But politically advantageous or not, Viserys treatment of Alicent and her children further fractures the dynasty. His half-hightower children are not pureblooded Targaryen children (or even Aemma's children, which is a whole other can of worms), and I could very well see that as a reason why Viserys didn't name Aegon as heir (because he sure as shit held that threat over Rhaenyra's head in her youth because let's not forget he was a shitty dad to her too in different ways). Daemon, politically, doesn't help Rhaenyra's cause. Marrying her to Jason Lannister would have been a smart move. Laenor Velaryon still was a smart move. FUCK EVEN HARWIN WOULD HAVE BEEN A GOOD MOVE!

So you can look at the Daemyra marriage in three ways: For love, for dragon, or both.

Daemon's unpredictable, and he pokes buttons, and he takes things too far (re: the gold cloaks for example). He's also very loyal: in the books, he's loyal and in love with Laena, he loves his children, and he's been in love with Rhaenyra as well for years (and probably having threesomes I guess? they were all way closer in the book than in the show) these two sides of a person are allowed to coexist if we allow the same for characters like Aegon and Aemond. And we are led to believe that him and Rhaenyra did in fact love each other. I mean, me personally, I'm the Rhaewin OTP girl because I love me Rhaenyra and Harwin and I think they were very good for each other/could have been very good, I mean they had three kids together, Rhaenyra didn't go find herself a Lyseni dude to fuck, so the kind of risk she was putting herself in with that means there was something more there. Not only that, but Daemons' loyalty was absolute: he would have done anything for Rhaenyra and I don't think he would have risked hurting her position and claim just to have a 6 year old killed.

I think it also puts her oldest three sons in further danger in terms of a future succession conflict based on the rumors of Jace's legitimacy vs Aegon the Younger, who is undoubtedly fully Targaryen, and had the Dance not happened, that would 100% be the grounds for a future succession crisis of children half-targaryen vs full targaryen blood including the TargTower children. The dynasty was primed for a civil war regardless of when that happened because Viserys failed utterly to secure the futures of his family and just hoped there were enough nepo baby jobs to go around I guess.

Case in Point: The Blackfyre Rebellion.

Basically: the Targaryens make huge political mistakes all the time. @gwenllian-in-the-abbey pointed out their theory in a comment on the last chapter of Maiden how Viserys being the one to have Aegon and Helaena get married would hopefully neutralize Aegon's power, because otherwise, you're marrying him to someone like Cassandra Baratheon, and Borros would 100% want his daughter to be queen!

Anyway, I hope that answers some of your questions!

[silvcrignis]

10 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 .

(Me, a multimuse with two MAIN bitches: Time to CHEAT. Though Claude doesn't wish to be perceived rn SO his minion is batting clean up because that's wtf Vic gets paid for.)

Muse: Victor Granite

1.) One Hell of A Ride -Bo Burnham

"We've had a hell of a ride But you thought we were riding to Heaven Well, I motherfucking lied So crank that funky shit to 11!"

2.) Faith -The Weeknd

"But if I OD, I want you to OD right beside me I want you to follow right behind me I want you to hold me while I'm smiling While I'm dying And if you know me When I go missing, you know where to find me"

3,) 5150 -Berleezy, Neezy & DJ Swish

"And I be in the parties, only if it's popping Top model coppin', pop bottles often That's no question. I'm turnt up Babysitting ass nigga, drink yo cup We party till the AM Hit the AMPM"

"I'm turnt up It's going crazy Niggas hating It don't phase me Took it to the head now I'm feeling tipsy We don't go dumb, we go 51/50"

4.) Colorado Sunrise -3oh!3 (Having a soulmate must be soooo gr8 for him & Duval *makes face*)

"And if I had something to say to you I'd whisper it softly, Kiss you on your rosy lips and never let you off me. Shiver on your roof and see your face lit by starlight"

"Train wreck that I am And I am what I am what I am A train wreck, that I am And I am what I am what I am A train wreck"

Muse: Keira Black

6.) White Tee -Corpse Husband "Oh, you love me and you miss me? Yeah, I get it, that's okay Reluctantly I get you, but you know it ain't the same Once you fuck me over, no do overs, we don't play"

"Don't follow me baby, swear I'm going to hell Think I'm looking for a piece of you in somebody else 'Cause ever since I've been leaving, I'm fucked up on something else We just hook up on the weekend, I keep her up on the shelf"

7.) Going To Hell (Acoustic) -The Pretty Reckless

"You know I know, yes, I've been told I redefine a sin.I don't know what's driving me to put this in my head. Maybe I wish I could die, maybe I am dead!"

"For the ways that I hurt, when I'm hiking up my skirt. I am sitting on a throne while they're buried in the dirt."

"For the man that I hate, I'm going to hell!"

8.) Judy's Turn To Cry -Lesley Gore

"Well it hurt me so to see them dance together I felt like making a scene Then my tears just felt like rain drops 'Cause Judy's smile was so mean"

"But now it's Judy's turn to cry Judy's turn to cry Judy's turn to cry 'Cause Johnny's come back To me"

"Oh one night I saw them kissing at a party So I kissed some other guy Johnny jumped up and he hit him 'Cause he still loved me that's why"

9.) Cape Town -The Young Veins "Woke me in the morning Asked me if I meant it, I didn't"

"I hardly knew a thing about you I got lost in Cape Town, in Cape Town I saw you, I met you I loved you, I left you in Cape Town, in Cape Town"

"Went out to a graveyard to bum a couple flowers To give to you"

When I need a great deal of the evil fucksticks to be sad I use one song to get it done these two are not an exception lmfao.

5 & 10.) Every Heart (English) BoA

"Tell me babe, how many do I shed my tears?"Shall I do, I can never say my loneliness Every heart doesn't know, so what to say or what to do" "Was afraid of darkness 'cause I felt that I was left alone So I prayed for help to distant million stars"

Tagged By: @manufactoredxbyxdesign

Tagging: @muutos, @khalaesi, @wingsxnlead, @rhaigal, @lettherebemonsters, @trapton (get double tapped lmfao), @dcmur3, @rubiesintherough, @ofthestcrs, @fantasywritten

[jesusatmysix2-allgodspennies]

Maricopa County, AZ...... use to be pretty darn okay. Meth wasn't out of control. Always been racism here, but folks stayed in their lane.

Then in about 2004-06..... Valley went to hell. White boys started cooking meth in motel rooms and blowing shit up. Amber alerts every other week. Home invasions! Hispanics and niggas! You be walking pass a bush, and the damn thing would start moving or talking to you. Illegals! Under bushes, drunk on lawns. Mfr's from America's Most Wanted wandered the valley. Then, just before COVID, niggas from Chi-town, Detroit spent the day hours flexing at each other. The natives started going on drinking binges. They came up with saying, "take back America, one white girl at a time." Niggas soon adopted the methodology. Both black and white boys got really creative. Some would dress in ASU garb, and prey on young white girls. Acted like they were enrolled, hung around the campus. And after they got the girl, "I lost my scholarship" or something similar. Baby on the way by then. Meth addicts were having drug addicted babies to get housing. Then came the relocated single black moms. Fresh meat! I memorized the lines I heard them so often.... "Baby, we just getting to know each other. We new to each other. We both tired of the bs, I'm hoping we came feel each out and make something of it." And their dumb asses would buy these niggas clothes, sneakers, feed them. And he refused to work, off to the next stupid female. Then came Trump, free money, and a minimum wage increase. Free drugs! Drugs addicts and alcoholics get along with everybody. Then Ducey invited the world to join the already growing chaos. That's when the homeless became garbage. The white folks started calling blacks "nigger" to their face. Salt on the wound... Trump comes along. Even the Hispanic kids were calling blacks "niggers." Everybody was is a "nigger." When that all finally died down, in waltzes the LA delusional confusion. Cars, noise, guns, home invasions (again), road rage is up, homicide is up. Drugs being sold out of stores, ass holes shooting up neighborhoods. Little kids being rushed to hospitals for Fentanyl overdose. You go shopping, ride the bus, or stand at the bus stop all you hear is "he say, she say.... she ain't all that. He did this (or that) wrong "

And still to date, I can go down a grocery store aisle and clear the motherfucker. Why!? They know I stand being around their asses. See! They all love when I speak on the opposite ethnic group, but don't say shit about theirs. Makes me racist when I call a racist bigoted bastard out.

You see these mass shootings at jobs specifically. As harsh as it may sound, chances are that people at that job were fucking with that person. People get tire of other people's bullshit and snap. And the real victim is made into the villain. And usually the agitators escape the fury. The innocent bear the brunt.

JESUS THE CHRIST IS LORD......

if you don't like what I've written.

🖕🏼

people ain't shit!

[hellishchrissy]

For the prompt list, could you do "i didn't know where else to go" please ? <3 you're a natural at this, i love reading your work <333

Fezco jolted awake when the sound of persistent knocking echoed across his house. For a brief moment he stared at the wooden ceiling, trying to find his way back into consciousness all the while that fucking knocking kept on going. It felt like the rest of the world was asleep, and Fez was the only unlucky enough to be brutally awoken by whatever the fuck was behind his door.

"3am," he murmured to himself as he glanced at his screen, slowly getting up on his feet. "The fuck..."

The house was quiet, feeling almost abandoned in the dead of night. Ashtray's door was closed and locked shut, which was evidence enough that the kid was dead asleep — and would remain that way until noon, with his lazy ass. Fez made his way through the living room, stopping briefly by the couch and lifting one of the cushions to reveal a black gun stashed under it. He grabbed it with no hesitation, handling it with ease. Loaded. The click seemed violently loud in the darkness, especially now that the knocking had stopped for a passing moment.

Fez was dragging his feet when he walked to the door — for whatever reason, or you know, because of past experiences, he couldn't fight the feeling that whatever was behind the door, would not be the highlight of his shitty week.

Maybe it was Custer. In trouble again. Or ready to get Fez in trouble. Again. That dumb motherfucker. "I'mma beat his fuckin' ass..."

Whatever good deeds Fez had committed in his 19 years of life, he knew that all of those combined would not have been enough for him to deserve the sight that splattered across his vision when he peeped through the spyhole. His grip on the gun softened, relaxing.

It was Lexi Howard. Standing at his front door, shivering. Her hair was dripping wet, her clothes too. Her makeup was running, staining black ink with her light skin, creating dark circles under her eyes. She looked small, vulnerable.

Fez opened the door with no hesitation, pressing the gun behind his back. For whatever reason Lexi Howard was at his door at three in the morning, but Fez knew that she'd only get freaked out to see him with a loaded gun.

Lexi flinched when she heard the door opening, her fingers going through her wet curls in a nervous manner. A strange, forced smile climbed on her face, an echo of the impeccable manners she had once been taught.

"Lexi Howard," Fez said, stretching her name until it didn't even sound right anymore.

"Hi," Lexi's voice was small.

Silence. One moment, then another. Fez opened his mouth, stalling for a third. "Uh... What can I do for ya?"

What the fuck was that? Was he a fucking customer servant? Why did he always lose his fucking head when he was talking to this girl? What the fuc—

Lexi cleared her throat. "I just... My mom, and Cassie. They got drunk and were going at each other's throats the entire night and I just couldn't stay there. Fuck. I don't know. Sorry — I didn't know where else to go. I'm sorry."

She sounded slightly hysterical, the words falling off her tongue like word vomit. Hasty and quick, like she was scared that Fez would slam the door on her face.

"S'all good, Lexi. You always welcome here, forreal," Fez answered with no hesitation, stepping aside. "You wanna come in?"

"Thanks."

Lexi looked slightly lost as Fez closed the door. She was standing there, in the hallway, dripping water onto his carpets. Shivering like a cat left out in the cold.

"Is it raining?" Asked Fez, immediately regretting it. No, dumbass — maybe she decided to take a quick dip in her neighbor's pool at three in the fucking morning. Ain't nothin' weird about that. Fuck.

Fez could've swore he saw Lexi fighting a smile as she took of her jacket. "Uh, yeah. It's calming down now though, I think."

Were they actually talking about weather?

"Is that a gun?!" Lexi's voice was but a mere peep as she stared at the Glock Fez was still clutching behind his back.

Shit. Fez glanced at the gun like he was truly surprised to see it himself, desperately racking his brain to come up with an excuse. "It's Ashtray's."

Lexi haltered in her movements, a spark of confusion mixed with amusement in her brown eyes. They were nice eyes. "I don't know if that's any better. Why do you have i—"

"Don't even worry 'bout it, Lexi." The two of them made their way into the living room, and Fez placed the gun on to a nearby side table. He made a mental note to unload and hide it in the morning. He'd probably forget, but Ashtray was good with guns. He'd take care of it if Fez didn't. Which he probably wouldn't.

"You wanna crash here? There ain't no free rooms right now, but if it's aight with you, you can sleep in my room," Fez offered, trying his hardest to come off as respectful and not freak out the girl that already seemed on edge. It felt like walking on a tightrope, because Fez felt intense elation at the fact that Lexi was there, with him, that she had turned to him.

And yet he felt like a selfish asshole for even giving space for such thoughts when Lexi was clearly at a low point. Tightrope. One step wrong, and he'd fuck it all up.

Lexi nodded, pulling Fez out of his own thoughts. "Yeah, if it's okay with you. I don't mind sharing."

Fez felt himself fight back a smile then and there. "Aight, follow me."

And Lexi did. Fez lead him to his bedroom, closing the door behind the two of them; he wasn't surprised to see Lexi curiously eyeing the posters and pictures on his walls when he turned to face her.

"Is this your mom?" She asked, pointing to a framed picture on his nightstand.

Fez felt a knot tightening in his chest, and he nodded almost avoidantly. "Uh, yeah."

He turned towards his closet, rummaging the messy piles of clothes to find something to offer to Lexi, who was still dripping rain water onto his floors. "You a Wu-Tang fan?"

"My dad wa— is. Why?"

"Because," Fez started, turning around. He tossed a shirt towards the girl, smiling. "That shirt some exclusive shit, forreal."

Lexi smiled down at the bundle of fabric in her hands. In the dark, she could just make out the faded letters printed on to the shirt. "Evil empire tour, huh?"

"Some real shit right there, Lexi Howard. Real fuckin' shit, ain't nobody make music like that no more." Fez said, plopping down on to the mattress.

Fez turned his attention politely to his phone when he saw Lexi pulling off her sweater, acting like there was nothing more interesting than staring at the unchanging front page of his Instagram. And after a few moments Fez could hear Lexi climbing into bed next to him, the matters giving in ever so slightly under their weights.

Fez put his phone back on his bedside table, pulling the covers over himself. He turned his attention towards Lexi only to realize the girl was already looking at him, a strange intensity in her warm, brown eyes as she observed him. And so he stared back, the backs of his ears burning in the dark.

"Everything alright?" Fez asked after a minute, his voice soft. His hand made its way across the polite gap between their bodies, reaching out for Lexi's hand.

Lexi didn't shy away from his touch, which made his heart do cartwheels or some dumb shit in his chest. Her fingers intertwined with his, squeezing Fezco's hand for a brief, passing moment. "Yeah. I'm alright."

And just like that, Fez realized that that was truly everything he needed to know to fall asleep soundly. All he needed was for Lexi to be okay, for her to be alright, and he'd sleep like a fucking baby.

So, maybe Fez had been wrong before. Maybe this was the highlight of his shitty week.

[happys-crazy-queen22]

Protective Diaz

Gif by me.

"Dont you fucking talk about her like that. You dont know fucking shit"! Nate screamed at one of the guys at the party, throwing his drink in the process. He was ear length away but he over heard your name and the guy telling a group of people that you had slept with his buddy and you had asked for his friends numbers, cause you wanted more. Basically saying you were whoring yourself out.

"Dude, what the hell is your problem"? The guy played dumb. "She's just a slut. Wait your turn". The guy laughed in Nates face. The guy didn't know who he was messing around with.

"Sonaofbitch". Nate grabbed the guy by his shirt. "Wanna say that again, motherfucker"? Nate gritted his teeth staring down at the trembling guy.

"Geez, cant you take a joke"? The guy nervously chuckled. Nate pushed the guy back and he fell hard to the floor. Nate took off his hat and jersey. He was ready to fight for your name.

"Come on, motherfucker. Get your ass up. Ain't so big when you got this motherfucker standing in front of ya, are ya bitch"? Nate slapped his chest.

"Nate, man. I didnt mean anything by it". The guy held up his hands in defeat.

"Then you shouldn't have opened your fucking mouth. Y/N, isnt even here to tell the truth you just believe whatever your bitch ass friends say". Nate paced the floor. He was pissed.

"I'm sorry. I'll shut up". The guy struggled to get up but when he did he ran off.

"Y'all shut the fuck up too". Nate growled telling the group that formed as he grabbed his jersey and hat off the ground.

You were sitting outside when Nate walked up from the blackness. He was looking down at his shoes as he came up.

"Nate, you okay"? You asked standing up and walking to the steps.

"Yeah. You okay"? Nate chewed on his lip.

"Nick called asking if you were here after what happened. I asked him what he was talking about but he shut down and said you would tell me. Tell me what, Nate"? You asked, sitting down on the second step.

Nate sighed, he came and sat down beside you.

"What do you want to hear"?

"Why was there a fight? Nick did tell me that. He asked me to hide you incase the cops were called. He didn't know if you seriously hurt the guy or not". You wrapped your arm with Nates, leaning your head against his shoulder.

"He opened his damn mouth, saying shit. How you slept with a buddy of his and then got all his friends numbers cause you wanted more. It's bullshit. I wanted to fight him but he pussied out and ran off".

"I dont care what they say, it's not true".

Nate turned his head to look at you. "I know it's not true. That's why I wanted to shut him up. No ones going to talk about you like that. Fuck him and his friends. I'll see him over the weekend and I'll beat his and his friends ass". Nate threatened, his temper flaring.

"Nate, calm down. You don't need to get in trouble". You rubbed his arm.

"I won't". Nate smirked.

"I dont like that look".

"The less you know the better". Nate kissed the top of your head.

"My hero". You snuggled into his arm. "Just dont get thrown in jail. I dont know what I'll do without my partner in crime". A smile came to Nates face.

"No problem". Nate laughed.

"What am I going to do with you"? You giggled.

"Love me". He grinned.

"I do love ya, Nate. I always have and always will".

"I love ya too". Nate laid his head on yours. He was your best friend in the entire world. Nothing could come between you two. He was your protector and you were his reason. You fit together like puzzle pieces.

[whole-lotta-hoes]

Whole Lotta Hoes| Crack Fanfic Mini Series

Episode One: Zeppelin Is No More

Episode Two: Looking For A Job

Episode Three:

Episode Four:

Episode Five:

Warning:

This will cause you to lose a couple of brain cells and question your sanity. It will include a shit ton of weird shit and things that don't make sense at all. Do not read if you are not ready for any of this, read at your own risk.

Cast:

John Paul Jones (Main character)

Robert Plant

Jimmy Page

John Bonham

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Led Zeppelin is a band apparently. It's just a bunch of horny mother fuckers put together to make songs about sex. John Paul Jones was laying in bed with Robert Plant which he has no idea how that happened. He hoped nothing weird went down between them cause Jimmy Page would be so mad. oh jesus oh god you do not want to make that mother fucker mad. He'll literally turn you into a cheeseball and eat you. John got out of bed only to see that John Bonham was standing in the corner eating swedish fish gummies. He was not going to question it.

"Want some?" Bonzo asked him and he held one in his hand.

"I don't know you what the fuck!?" Jonesy yelled. He went to the baffroom and spotted jimmy trying to swim inside of the toilet. He believed he could do it if he tried hard enough.

"the oil supply demand is sky rocketing these days!" jimmy yelled as he got out of the toilet.

"Bitch do not touch me with your boo boo water," He warned him as he grabbed a toothbrush to use as a weapon. He learned how to make a knife with it in jail.

"Penis guitar playing is totes fun jonesy, you should try it," jimmie added. Oh mother fucker he is a heterosexual lad. Or that is what he said the other day when he ate some of robert's caramel popcorn. man he wondered how he even ended up in that stupid band. who's led and why does he have a zeppelin? you know some guy named their kid zeppelin but he claims that he didn't name him after the band. wait what were we talking about?

The band all decided to head to mcdonalds to eat happy meals. jimmy tickles.

"Guys! oh my god you will not believe it but britney is such a slut! ugh! can't believe she left me for a fish lookin' mother fucker-"

"No one gives a rats ass about your weird horny ass!" jimmy cut him off by yelling at robert. God damn that shithead has a huge ego but a small dick. Jonesy never understood why people liked him so much. He once stole his favorite pair of jojo siwa socks and claimed he never knew he owned any.

"You motherfuckers we're supposed to be going on tour!" Bonzo yelled as he swooped the food off the table.

"suck my asshole bonzo!" jim yelled.

"calm down pagey, he's just a meanie," robert added as he patted his head.

"y'all need to start realizing that no one likes you both!" jonesy snapped.

"shut up you're literally ugly and small and the bassist of led zeppelin and you look like heman with that stupid haircut of yours" Bonzo said as he ate jonesys burgers. damn that hurt.

"You know," jonesy began, "i don't need this job"

"what job?" robeet askes.

"shhhhh let the weirdo speak," jimmy said as he stuck his finger into his mouth.

"without me you will all suck asshole and no one will actually like led zeppelin," he explained.

the three slowly looked at each other and began to laugh their asses off at him.

"You act like you matter so much," robert added.

"shut up cheese cream! you're literally big and ugly and you look like you are 50 years old!" bonzo said as he drank his milk. that was funny. Jonesy felt his blood boil and grabbed his happy meal and stormed out.

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It was the day of their shit concert. led zeppelin were backstage preparing to cause a dismother and set things on fire. preferably roberts underwear that pretty much doesn't exist in this case. the band stepped on stage and the crowd went wild.

"hello bananas-" That motherfucker fell forward into the drum set. oopsies. jimmy ran to him to make sure his hoe isn't dead or alive. fucking bon jovi.

"oh shit! robert plant is down!" he yelled. jonesy was absolutely done with them. they are nothing but a bunch of dumb fucks who ruin everything. He took out his laser penis and shot jimmy and robert to death.

"oh Motherfucker has a fucking laser pp! hija de su pinche madre!" jimmy yelled as he split in half. robert died again. bonzo just sat there blown away by the fact that that john paul jones just killed the front man and the guitarist of Led Zeppelin in front of millions of people. he was impressed.

"holy shit man you really-"

nope sorry but jonesy shot him too so he died. damn he could've let him live. meanie. oh wait im writing this so i could've.... ah man im too lazy to go back and fix it. too bad we're going with this plot now. Jonesy stepped off the stage and headed to the back.

"god dammit i hate everyone in this bloody world," he said to himself. he decided to hit the pub that was nearby to enjoy himself.

As he was sitting at the counter drinking something that is an alcoholic beverage. he began to spark ideas of what he could possibly do since led zeppelin died. He thought about starting a whole new band but he remembered that what caused him to kill led zeppelin. that was out of the shopping list for walmart. next was to steal money from the bank so he remains rich but he then realized that he is a famous musician and will get recognized quickly. fuck. he then thought of changing his hair to look less like heman cause that insult hurt.

"aha!" he shouted. He finally thought of something that could get him a shit ton of money. He drank the remaining drink from his cup and ran out of the pub.

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he put on a thicc line of eyeliner, red lipstick, a black wig, fish nets leggings, high heeled boots, and earrings. oh man this is going to be hella great. His wife walked in to see what the fuck this small ass mothertrucker was up to this time. oh man i shat my pants.

"sweetie what the fuck are you doing!?" she yelled. Jonesy turned to look at her.

"led zeppelin is no more," he responded. She was so confused and wondered how the fuck she even ended up marrying heman. she had no idea what led zeppelin is no more meant and was hella concerned for his health.

"be back in a few days," he added as he broke his ankle trying to exit the house and rolled down the hill. oops it's not up the hill anymore. guess you could really say he went down hill. i hate myself so much. he walked down the sidewalk and ended up in someone's house. Motherfucker it's jimmy page's house. he stole his nice trousers or whatever those were. my teacher walked by as i wrote that btw. turns out they don't fit him cause jimmy is also a big hoe and jonesy isn't. shit. jimmy is embarrassing asf. that was pointless of him stealing so he stole his underwear. wait he wears those? imma look it up hold on. i didn't find anything about that so im just going to assume that he doesnt.

there was a picture of jimmy when he was with the yardbirbs and golly that is one ugly Motherfucker! he stole and stuffed it into his underwear. he got out of the house full of useless shit that he did not need at all. Then he forgot what he was doing. Jonesy continued walking down the street only to break his other ankle and rolled down the steep pathway. damn he's one dumb hoe bitch.

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His laser penis was out of control. he just wanted to have a little me time but instead shot a whole through the wall of the motel be was staying in. god dammit. he removed his pp and switched it out with a normal pp. that's odd. his plan of overthrowing led zeppelin stressed him out. what else do you do when you're stressed? well can't say cause i ain't gotta peener. he got so bored. his days of not being in led zeppelin have been lame and was the worst idea he could even come up with. he didn't know what to do know. he can't just eat your grandma over and over again. he looked at himself through the mirror and oh my god I'm a sexy Motherfucker oh yeah bitch im THE BITCH. he needed to find something that'll keep him entertained for while.

babysitting was a bad idea. he got bitten by a bunch of goblins and gave him rabies. god i hate kids.

"hello motherfucker," jimmy said.

"OH SWEET MOTHER OF GOD DAD SHOES PENIS PLANT! I THOUGHT I KILLED YOU THE OTHER DAY!" Jonesy yelled as he jumped over the couch.

"Nah bitch that was just my twin brother Jamie Patricia Page," He added. "Bitch why are you dressed like a stripper?"

Oh yeah he forgot that was what he was going to do once he killed led zeppelin. he still can but now there's a little bitch with him named james patrick page.

"we should kill robert plant," jimny suggested.

"Bitch i already killed him, you're a little too late you duck whore," he responded.

turns out he didn't actually kill led zeppelin but instead killed their twin brothers.

"You want to overthrow led zeppelin into the trashcan?" Jonesy asked. "Thought that's what you and bert wanted to do...."

"Nah man.... percy is a very stupid penguin and is meanie.... he stole my jojo siwa socks," jimmy explained.

ah damn turns out robert plant is the villain of the story and should be died. he is too powerful. his hair will slice the fuck out of anyone.

"You got a plan?" Jonesy asked.

"i say we steal his pants and burn them and use them as an alternative to oil," he explained. damn science class. then this guy named bonzo showed up and began to beat them with his drum sticks.

"BONZO CALM THE FUCK DOWN! AHHHHHHHHH!!!" james yelled.

"sorry but robert said to beat you both with them!" bonzo yelled back.

jonesy dug through his pants and took out a bunch of swedish fish gummies.

"hey look! fish gummies! come and get it boy!"

"bitch what the fuck I am not some stupid dog for you to be doing that time of shit you small Motherfucker heman lookin hoe short shit," bonzo said.

"GIMME GIMME OH SHIT!" he attacked Jonesy.

jimmy page the god of led zeppelin stood there watching while cheering them on fight fight fight! it got in here so he removed his trousers and threw them at bonzo which ended up knocking him out.

"oh shit! your pants are powerful! we can use it to kill percy!" Jonesy shouted.

"NO! JIMBERT MUST GO CANON!" Jimmy yelled and jumped out the window. all you heard was splash. that motherfucker jumped into the pool and is now wet. that's a disturbing image. Jonesy rolled his eyes and went back to doing whatever the fuck he was doing. it all of a sudden got really bright outside. oh the sun came out cause it was cloudy. but wait! Jonesy looked out the window and spotted robert plant heading towards him.

"IM THE GOLDEN GOD-" that motherfucker fell inside of the pool and sizzled. cual pinche golden god ese no mas anda haciendo puros desmadres y estupideces de mario.

that was the end of led zeppelin.

[r3b3lgrrrrrrrl]

A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 88) "Bad Kids"

@creatureofthen1ght-v3

@lovemythsworld

@crystalbaby12

"FUCK!! What day is it?" Luna asks as she lifts her face after railing another line of 30's.

"Thursday..?" Colson answers her, confused.

"Time?" She asks to his 542P. "Motherfucker..." Luna mutters.

Colson asks What's Up as she lights a joint. Luna missed her therapy session scheduled at 5P, she explains with a sigh.

Taking a moment to call Kylie. Luna assures her, she simply forgot and isn't MIA. She watches Colson snort a long line of Adderall while she's on the phone, puffing on the joint.

Once she's ended the call, she passes it to him as they get dressed. Both in all black. Colson in a black T, black jeans and his Vans. Luna in an oversized, long sleeve black T. Large enough to wear as a dress. Under, she has on sheer black stockings and tight, black spandex shorts. Her Docs, jewelry and a purple lip finishing off her look.

"You're gonna skate in that?" Colson questions her attire.

"Watch me." She replies with a smirk.

"Oh, I fucking will." He grins.

Throwing her school bag of goodies on his back. Colson grabs Luna's ass and their jackets as they head out of their suite.

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The bar at The Ambassador is empty.

Until The Ten of Them pile inside. Loud and rowdy as usual. Taking up the entire wooden row of the bar.

They order drinks as they wait for their table at the Reserve Lounge inside the hotel. An Old Fashioned for Luna and a Heineken for Colson.

Grinning, he whispers into her ear. "You still taste better."

Luna shakes her head with a light laugh. Cheeks turning pink.

"I WANT a ribeye with fried onions and mushrooms. And a fucking baked potato. I don't give a FUCK about anything else." Sam states.

She's sitting to Luna's left, while Colson's on her right. Baze, who's next to Sam, leans up on the bar to look down at Luna.

"Bro. I think your girl's my twin." He laughs. Looking at Sam, then at Luna, finally back at Sam. "We gonna fuck up some beef TONIGHT!! He laughs again as he lifts his drink to Sam's agreement.

"Who we fucking up?" Slim hollers from the other end of the bar.

"BEEF!!!" Sam and Baze shout in unison.

Erupting them both into laughter along with Colson and Luna.

Luna gives her friend a Lil Look. Sam can get along with everyone. Same as she can hold her own against anyone. Being taken advantage by no one. Sam's never been about that Relationship Life. Knowing her friend too well, Luna can read her better then her favorite book. There's a LoveBuzz happening at the bar. Luna reading the signs before Sam can even write them herself.

Luna glances over at Colson. He catches the glimmer in her eye. They both cheese at the idea of their friends together. With no words said. Just One Look.

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Once sat, they continue to converse loudly. The Ten of Them having no volume control. With more drinks and appetizers ordered, they're even louder. And so out of place.

Their server asking his Front of the House manager to watch them. Unaware of who they are and sure of the likelihood that they're gonna Dine N Dash. Feeling dumb upon his boss's explanation. 

"I don't know how to skate..." Ashleigh complains after they order.

She's one of three. Benny, nor Bullet grind either. AJ being an undercover SkaterBoy to Luna's unknown intrigue.

"There's one of those Rent-A-Bike stations in front." Rook chimes in.

"You want MY ass on a BIKE!??" Benny asks in disbelief.

"Weeble Wobbles Weeble but they don't fall down!" Luna grins at her friend from across their dinner table.

Benny laughs. He adores Luna, he has since that night at the strip club. He fears her too. Being from NYC also, he knows what she's connected to.... And fully aware of what she's capable of on her own.

"Ya gonna catch me Brooklyn, if I weeble too far?" Benny teases.

"Fucken' right, Benz." Luna grins at him, arms open wide.

Somehow, he knows that although he's the bodyguard and Luna's tiny as fuck. THAT Brooklyn Bitch would have him should ANYTHING erupt. It's who she is.

"We riden!!!" Benny shouts to Bullet's complete bemusement.

Bullet doesn't know Luna. He thinks he likes her but he's not sure, not having any experience to trust her. Irritated with Benny, he eats his steak and sips his wine.

The Other Nine of Them are as happy as fat clams. Engaged, boisterous and fully enjoying each other. Filling their bellies with food before The Magic.

Bullet doesn't know yet.... But he will.

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After a paid for dinner and proper tip, they head to The Bus.

Climbing on, all of them bursting with delicious goodness. Passing eight joints between The Ten of Them, they settle their bellies easily. All full. All sighing.

Sam pops up first. That Bitch wants them slushies.

Scooping the WHOLE jar, all Ten of Them wind up with full solo cups of Magic. Like fucking water ice. Sam handing out a plastic spoon with each of their solo cup treats.

"I shouldn't eat this...." Bullet confides in Benny.

"You won't survive this night if you don't." Benny reassures him as he takes a bite of sweet, delicious Magic Slushies.

Poor Bullet. He thinks he knows... But he has no idea.

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Splitting from The Bus, they head over to the Light District on boards and bikes. Obliging Ashleigh's one request.

"It's FUCKING closed!!???!!!" She shouts in frustration.

Kansas City's Light District closes at 5P. What THE fuck kinda shit is that?? Seriously... Why?

Ashleigh's really upset. All agreeing with her that It's Bullshit.

Luna asking her if she'd like Her to Burn it Down.

Ashleigh answers with a laughing and adoring NO. The Magic of Wild Mushrooms creeping around her brain. She appreciates Luna's brass love for her, but Ashleigh isn't violent. Never has been.

"Let's find somewhere else." She coaxes her defender as she climbs back on her rented bike.

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Rolling through Kansas City, they're tripping their BALLS and PUSSIES off. Colors are streaking. Bodies are loose. The school bag packed with water instead of alcohol. Luna handing off bottles to everyone's gratitude.l

Lighting a joint as they roll through Kansas City. Luna passes it to Sam. Colson has his own lit. Passing it to Slim.

Firing another, Luna slows her pace. Riding beside Bullet, she grins. Hitting it multiple times before she speaks...

"I'm not THAT bad. I promise." A wink and grin following her words as she passes him the joint before pushing off to fly past him.

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"Fuck you ain't...." Bullet thinks as she passes him. Amused by the tiny blonde girl and her wild punch.

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They skate and bike around Kansas City. Watching the lights as they laugh. Passing joints and water amongst themselves as they eat their Magic Slushies.

Sliding up on a corner, Colson stops.

"Where the fuck are we?" He asks confused.

"In the Dark Pits of Hell, where we belong!!" Luna laughs, snapping his picture in the moment.

"He's so fucking beautiful." She thinks, not being able to stop her grandfather from lingering in her soul.

"C'mon Lovey!!" She shouts as they boot, scoot and boogie.

Ashleigh can't hold her shit together. Tripping balls, she doesn't know how to make the bike work anymore.

"Can we sit?" She pleads.

Always one to spot a park, Luna's on it.

"Come on, Buddy." She says, grabbing the back of Ashleigh's seat along with a handle bars.

Pushing Ashleigh along with ALL of Luna's force. There's a park ahead. The Holy Grail of her ENTIRE existence.

"We're almost there, Boo!" Luna's wide smile encourages Ashleigh's tired legs.

Hitting the park, Ashleigh drops her bike like a rock.

"Uggghhhh....." She exhales.

Luna grabs her board and Ashleigh's hand as the others arrive. She's undoubtedly Their Leader.

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After swinging and climbing and running around the playground, they tire like little kids. Finding the perfect spot, Luna slips her bag off Colson's shoulders. Pulling out sheets as she displays them in front of their view.

All Ten of Them admire the glowing sight of Kansas City. Some standing in amazement, others sitting on the sheets in awe.

They're tripping their souls out as they stare into the sky line. Colors crossing and dancing. Bodies tingling as their third eyes see everything.

Laying and talking. The Ten of Them are curled upon the sheets, melting their faces off.

Pulling out her bag of tricks, Luna hands Colson four tennis balls to his delight. Face shining, he hops up to juggle them.

Next, she produces crayons and coloring books. Laying them out, they're grabbed by Ashleigh and Rook.

Slim finds the Nerf football. Sam jumping up for a solid toss.

Baze is stuck on the ground. Luna lighting a joint. Hitting it hard, she hands it to him.

"Fucken' Loons, Maaan..." Is all he can say in accepting pleasure.

AJ is lost in the stars on the sheets also. Magic Slushies winning. Luna handing him his own joint to his delight.

Benny is running around with Sam and Slim. Bullet still as a statue.

"Did you not drink the Kool-Aid...." Luna asks.

She had noticed his solid demeanour. Tall, strong. Relentless.

Arms crossed, he admits he had a scoop or two.

"Only a SCOOP!! BRO!!" Luna looks at him with disappointment. "We're not so crazy that you can't enjoy yourself, Sugar." Luna tries to reassure him. "I can't believe you didn't eat your slush." Luna looks at him, irritated. "What a fucking waste."

"I knooooww." Bullet sheepishly admits.

"Well, lucky YOU, Motherfucker!!" Luna grins.

She always has a secret stash. Pulling out a small container of pure mushrooms, she insists he eats them with her. NOW.

Luna's a rock when it comes to negotiating. Bullet sharing and eating the full half ounce she has stashed.

She grins as they chew. Her bright smile welcoming him into Her World.

There's a LOT going on in their group. Rook and Ashleigh are happily coloring. Slim, Sam, Benny and AJ toss the Nerf ball. Baze is still SO lost in the sky on his back.

Luna grabs Colson, dragging Baze and Bullet with them. It's football time, she calls to Benny.

"Hut!! Hut!!" Luna shouts to their colorful minds.

Their game is a ShitShow. It's hilarious to watch them toss, tumble and roll amongst themselves. None can see correctly and all of them have noodle legs.

Somehow, Luna can throw and avoid getting caught. Easily scoring a 14 to 0.

"Mothafucka, WHAT?... Mothafucka WHO??? Luna laughs.

She's never been a gracious winner. Laughing too hard.

She's caught by a "Fuuuck yooou?!!"

Along with a loving, grinning, full on body hit from Sam. They roll in the grass, wrestling and laughing. Each calling Uncle when they find themselves locked on their sides.

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Laying in the night's sky, life comes into view. Playing Cold War Kids on one of their phones. Music drifts softly.

All Ten sprawled on sheets, they catch the beauty of Kansas City. Laying together in harmony.

Until Colson wants to take Luna away.

"Come're..." He begs

"Hmmmm..." She rolls her head up towards him.

Eyes dancing as she absorbs is face. Their colorful ensemble watching the stars like 4th graders at the Planetarium for the first time.

Colson grabs Luna's hand, pulling her out of the hype.

Yards away with only his phone, Colson holds Luna tight. She's the only one he's ever danced with outside of Casie and weird Middle School stuff. Tripping his face off, he's overwhelmed with feelings for Luna. His beloved.

In the darkness with just them two, Colson holds Luna close and firm. The lyrics to the original Swing Life Away swirl behind them. Causing Colson to hold Luna tighter then ever.

🎶Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words🎶

He sings softly, ducking his head into her ear.

She loves him. So fucking much. More then she could've ever imagined. Those blue eyes that see right into her soul. Those fingers that know every inch of her body. That heart that just fucking gets it.

Their love is fresh in her brain. Breaking her heart as her soul ignites. Believing him as sings to her that they Could Get By Just Fine on Minimum Wage.

Luna can't handle it and starts to cry. The drugs have her overwhelmed. Feelings flying everywhere. Heart dangling on her long sleeve.

"Please don't fucking die." She whimpers into Colson's chest.

He holds her as she gently sobs.

His mind is twisting too. Making him not sure of what to say. Then it pops.

"Cockroach." He states like he's answering the most important question of his life.

This stops Luna. Colson's words sliding inside her body, wrapping themself around her heart.

Feeling her sigh, he scoops her off the ground as if he's going to carry her over a threshold. With her arms draped around him, they stare into each other's trusting eyes. No words need to be said. They're the only two in the world right now. Luna strokes his cheek, as Colson leans in to kiss her.

There's a whole body explosion happening between the two of them once their lips touch. It's part drugs but mostly insatiable love.

Not even caring, in their own world, Colson slowly brings himself and Luna to the ground. Never breaking their kiss. He runs his hands though her hair, making her brain tingle.

Climbing on top of her, he holds himself up as her hands slowly trail his body. Their touch is almost orgasmic as he sucks on her neck and she slides her hands down his pants. Gripping his ass.

His free hand up her shirt dress. Sliding under her bra, playing with her nipple peircing. Pulling at her shorts.

"I need to be inside of you." Colson says in between kissing her neck and face.

"Mhhhmmm." Luna agrees.

He pulls down his pants as Luna slides out of the shorts. She doesn't understand her stockings though. Both too far gone to figure out how to get them off. Taking off her Docs not even an actual thought for either.

Colson reaches back into his pants. Pulling Luna towards him by the crotch of her tights, he stretches them out as he flicks his blade open.

Luna's heart immediately begins to race as he brings the knife towards her pussy. Slitting a hole through her tights, he rips them open. She bites her lip as she watches him.

Both of their bodies throbbing for the other. Mouths salivating as they look upon each other.

The world EXPLODES as Colson slowly slides into Luna. Both moaning out a pleased FUCK.

Colson takes his time. Gliding along Luna's clenched walls. Every inch and touch is overwhelming. If he goes to fast, he's convinced he may die.

Luna can't handle anything. Dying a thousand tiny deaths as she clings to him. Shifting into his rhythm. Kissing his mouth and face. She has to keep her eyes closed. Looking at him is too much. Fearing her heart will explode from his blue eyes.

They could've fucked for 5mins or 5hrs. They have no idea. Luna having multiple mental and physical orgasms before Colson allows himself to let loose.

Laying inside and on top of her, Colson feels at ease. There's no place in the world he'd rather be. This moment being one of his most content in life.

"I love you, Kitten." He breathes out.

"Mmmm... I love you." Luna mummers into his neck with her legs still holding him close.

"ARE YOU TWO FUCKING AGAIN!!??!" Sam shouts across the field.

Colson pulls his face out of Luna's hair to look at her. His face is still too beautiful for her.

"Jesus fucking Christ. She's like the kid sister I never had." Colson's wide eyes say in amazement.

Making Luna laugh, he pops out of her.

"An annoying kid sister." He says with a pout.

Shifting down, Colson lays on Luna's chest. Stroking his hair, they enjoy their bliss for a bit more before they rejoin the others.

"Yeah, we were Fucking. Kid Sister." Colson states as him and Luna climb back into the pile.

Who you talking too?" Ashleigh asks, confused.

"Ol sex police Sam over here." He tells her to the group's laughter.

"You're like fucking rabbits." Sam shoots back.

"That's why she calls me Bunny." Colson states matter of fact, making Luna roll on her side in a fit of giggles. It's funny because it's true.

All of their bodies riding private rollercoasters as their brains link back up. The Ten of Them talk about life, aliens, what they think God may be, if they'd like to live under the sea like Sponge Bob and all kinds of other weird shit. Figuring out the key to life. Love and friendship. Even Bullet enjoying himself.

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Back at the Ambassador no one wants to separate. The Boys drag mattresses from the other rooms to Colson and Luna's suite. It's sleepover time again.

Collecting water for everyone, Luna dutifully passes out Xanax along with vitamins D and B6 to aid in their recovery.

Surrounded by pillows, blankets and love, they watch reruns Rugrats. Burning and laughing as they slowly come down.

Laying with Colson wrapped behind her, Luna feels so at peace. Her eyes are closed as he strokes her hair.

"I'm so fucking in love with you.... I can see it radiating off of us." Colson says with his eyes closed too.

Opening her eyes, Luna jumps off the mattress. Body flying across the room.

"IT'S NOT OUR LOVE!!! THE FUCKING TRASH CAN'S ON FIRE!!!" She shouts.

Grabbing it, she hauls ass into the bathroom. Tossing it into the tub before turning on the water.

Everyone is kinda numb, shocked or can't comprehend what just happened. Bullet taking notice that Luna's quick.

Climbing back into Colson, Luna asks What The Fuck Is Up With Them and Fire. He shakes his head, not knowing. Kissing the back of hers, he holds her firmly as they fall asleep together.

Benny turning to Bullet. Giving him a knowing eye, he warns that Tonight Was Easy.

He'll get it eventually.

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To be continued....