#and she was like 'you want teeth or without teeth cuz i can take mine out' ksjfbgksjb

[rigginsstreet]

hbo should put real sex on streaming that was an informative show

[msbigredmachine]

Kitty Kat (Roman Reigns)

After a lifetime of searching, the Tribal Chief may have finally found the woman of his dreams. Post Summerslam 2024.

Warnings: SMUT (yes i know its excessive im sorry 😭)

Word Count: 5.3k

A/N: This got way too long bc I talk too much. I tried to shorten it I promise but I just couldn't. I do hope you like it either way...

Song inspiration: Again - Lenny Kravitz

Credit to the owners of the pics and gifs

-------------------

He could get used to this.

As he stepped off the plane, Joe discreetly adjusted the bulge in his pants and exhaled deeply, allowing himself a giddy smile in anticipation for what was to come. 

He couldn’t wait to see her again. His Kitty Kat. The interesting part was that this time, she’d flown him out to come spend the week with her, in First Class, no less. “It’s a five-hour flight from Cleveland to L.A., so I want you to be as comfortable as possible, Daddy,” she’d told him. Never in his wildest dreams did he envision being ‘flewed out’. He’d been the one flying her out in his private jet, chartering luxury vehicles to bring her to him. The reverse felt strange and would take some getting used to, but it did feel nice to be pampered and taken care of for once.

Seated comfortably in the back of the Cadillac Escalade driving him through the City of Angels, he reminisced about last night in Cleveland. It was fun to hear the crowd again, the adrenaline rush of his entrance music blaring all around the Browns Stadium. It was a long absence from wrestling for him, darkened by the passing of his father, followed by the whirlwind preparation and execution of his funeral, grand, exhausting and emotional. Kat being by his side for all of it was a precious elixir he could never repay her for, but perhaps he could start tonight.

His thoughts were interrupted by his phone ringing. It was an unknown number, but against his better judgment, he answered and hoped it wasn’t some weirdo fan. “Hello?”

“You left town without telling me? I saw you all over Summerslam last night!” the shrill, familiar voice responded.

Scratch that. Now he wished it was a fan. “I know I blocked your ass. This is stalking,” was his cold greeting. 

“I just want us to talk, Joe! We can’t just end things the way we did!”

“Ain’t nothin’ to talk about, Ebony. I got the DNA test I wanted. Go find your baby daddy and leave me the fuck alone.”

“Are you ever gonna forgive me? I made a mistake!” Ebony pleaded. “You didn’t even invite me to Sika’s funeral. That hurt my feelings, Joe.”

“Bitch, don’t piss me off!” Joe countered angrily. “Blurting out that I’m not Josiah’s daddy was not a mistake! I also found the messages in your phone, remember? You and your little group chat laughed at me, laughed about me raising a kid that ain't mine!”

“That’s a female ass trait, y’know, lookin’ through my phone and invading my privacy!” Ebony complained.

“You can invade these nuts,” Joe dismissed, “You cheated on me and lied about the paternity of your son! That’s enough for me to wash my hands off of you and that’s exactly what I’m doing.”

For a second, Ebony was quiet. Then, “Let me guess. You’re with that uppity rich bitch. She was at your dad’s funeral, both of y'all looked so cozy in the videos. She's the reason you don’t wanna work things out, right? Weren’t you seeing her before we broke up? Who’s the cheater now, huh?”

Joe scoffed in disbelief. After all she’d done to make his life a living hell, she was still gaslighting him. “We were over long before I started seeing her. I only hung around cuz I thought the kid you were carrying was mine. Don’t act like your whorish toxic ways didn’t drive me into her arms in the first place! You broke us up, so I’ve moved on from your evil ass. Simple.”

Ebony kissed her teeth. “You are so disrespectful to me, always have been. You never cared about me. It was all about your fucking wrestling. You were always gone! I was lonely! I needed you and you didn't give a shit!”

“So that’s why you opened your legs for some bum, got knocked up, and lied that I was the father? You disrespected yourself!” He felt himself getting riled up and had to compose himself. He would not let his ex ruin his day. “Imma make this clear so even you can understand. We. Are. Done. Call me again and it’s my attorney you’ll be talking to.” Cutting off the call, he then blocked the number and deleted it for added measure.

Fuck that ho.

Anyway, back to his girl, Kat. It had been an amazing few months so far with her. Of course, he’d googled her in the beginning, asked Heyman to run a background check to make sure she was legit and not a psychopath like his ex. Katrina Sullivan was one of the most famous music producers in the world and the top executive at her renowned publishing label. She was a big time player in her industry just like he was, a star in her own right, and it was a match made in Heaven.

Not only was she incredibly beautiful, but sex with her was a wild ride. She gave him a run for his money whenever they fucked. She was all about new experiences and wasn’t too prissy to fuck inside a car or suck him off outside a dive bar. He blushed every time he remembered the freaky shit they got up to after his loss at Wrestlemania. Long story short, she made him feel much better about dropping the belt. He loved that she loved sex as much as he did, and if he wasn’t hooked on her before, he was completely addicted after that night. 

And it wasn’t all about the physical. There was an emotional bond they shared, a connection that he’d never felt with anyone else before her. Talking with her felt like talking with a friend. He would unload his good days and bad days on her and she would listen to all of it without passing judgment. He did the same for her and was proud to be the one she learned to trust after her own past heartbreaks. Joe wished he’d had the courage to leave Ebony earlier. Perhaps he would have found the woman who had become his peace, his safe haven, and closed the hole in his heart much, much sooner.

A Google Map search helped him find the best florist in town. The ladies in the shop ooh'ed and ahh'ed over the beautiful bouquet of roses he bought and how lucky his lady was. But he thought he was the lucky one. As he took a deep breath and inhaled the flowers, he felt his stomach flutter at the thought of her beautiful face, her smile, her warm embrace. Joe knew he was in love, but he didn’t quite know how to tell her yet. It was weird enough that he lowkey felt like a thot being flown out. He really didn’t mind, though. All he wanted was to be with her and just be in her presence, in her aura. He would tell her when he was ready.

-----------------

Kat’s mansion was the stuff of dreams. Isolated on the hills of the Pacific Palisades overlooking lush Californian greenery, it was one of her rewards as the most in-demand producer in music today. The living room segued into the kitchen, which welcomed him with the smell of freshly cooked food. Pasted to her stainless steel refrigerator by a small circular ‘Acknowledge Me’ magnet, was a note from her saying that she’d just headed out for a last-minute meeting and directed him to the oven where a warm skillet of sirloin steak and seasoned roasted potatoes waited for him. She had also stocked her fridge with his Megafit meals along with C4 Energy drinks and a few bottles of her own branded tequila. His baby was spoiling him rotten and he was digging it.

He first put the fresh flowers in a vase he filled with water before settling down to eat. He wished she was here with him, but he understood more than anyone how busy things could be when you were at the top of your game. He was proud of her and wanted her to get all the coins she deserved. Halfway through his meal, he pulled out his phone and checked on her.

After dinner, he embarked on a little tour around her breathtaking abode which ended up taking several minutes to complete. Joe had some nice homes of his own around the globe, but this floored them all. The edifice dripped with luxury and was crafted to perfection, just like his Kitty Kat was. He enjoyed the gorgeous city view from her balcony as he sipped on some tequila. Her bathroom was spacious and had a waterfall shower that he luxuriated in when he stepped inside. One side of her walk-in wardrobe was lined with an assortment of brand new t-shirts, pants and dress shirts all for him. Of course she knew his size; she’d ripped his clothing off of him on many occasions. His stomach was doing flips as the time continued to tick by. It was hilarious that the big bad Tribal Chief was acting all giddy at the mere thought of a woman, but here he was, entangled in her expensive satin sheets, counting down the minutes until she was back in his arms.

----------------

The sound of running water jerked him awake. The plane ride must have worn him out more than he thought; he didn’t even realize when he fell asleep. The sky outside was now pitch black but the bathroom lights were switched on. As he sat upright in the bed, something rolled down his bare chest and onto his lap. He looked down and his breath hitched. A sheer, baby pink-colored thong, just removed. Unable to resist, he held it up to his nose and shivered as her sensual aroma filled his nostrils and sent all his blood rushing south. With newfound enthusiasm, he climbed out of the bed and padded over to the bathroom. 

Katrina’s back was turned to him, standing over the tub as she drained the bath. Draped in a fluffy lilac bathrobe that barely covered her backside as she bent over, Joe chose to stand there and admire her, letting his eyes follow the rivulets of water that trickled down her long shapely legs. He trailed his gaze along the backs of her knees and her oh-so-sexy thighs, stopping at her luscious derrière where he found her pussy lips, slick and glistening, winking at him. He groaned out loud at the sight, feeling his bulge stir in his drawstring shorts.

Alerted by the noise he made, Kat spun around and sighed. "Oh, damn," she frowned and bounced her fist against her thigh.

Joe raised an eyebrow at her reaction. “Did I frighten you?”

“Not really. I wanted to wake you up by sucking your dick.” 

Chuckling heartily, he stepped closer. "You still can, baby. Don’t let me stop you,” he said, sealing their lips together in a kiss he’d been thinking about for weeks. He held her tight, molding their bodies together as time seemed to stop all around them. The anticipation had been building all day and just this moment alone was worth the long wait.  

Joe sighed happily against her lips, his fingers massaging the back of her neck. “Mmm, I can tell you missed me. Did you miss me, baby?”

“You know I did, Daddy,” she whispered back. It had been months in the making, but Kat was thrilled that he was finally here in her humble abode. She pulled back to regard him, marveling at the sheer height and width of him, his bare, broad chest showcasing that beautiful tattoo and all those muscles. Fuck, he was so hot. “I saw the roses in the kitchen, they’re beautiful,” she said.

“Not as beautiful as you are, baby,” Joe answered, brushing his thumb along her bottom lip. “How was your meeting?”

Kat huffed and rolled her eyes. “Waste of my time. Don’t really wanna talk about it,” she added, changing the topic to a more exciting one. “You looked so good last night, babe. I could see how happy you were to be back.”

“I was,” he admitted, his light brown eyes lighting up. “Bro, hearing the fans go bananas when my music hit was insane. And all those fingers in the air, too. Four years of bustin' my ass finally paying off.”

“Huh. I had one finger out too, but it wasn’t in the air, and I was layin’ in bed. Naked,” Kat teased, fluttering her long eyelashes at him.

The thought of her writhing around in bed aroused by his show of violence caused another tightening in his shorts. With a growl in his voice, he responded, "Show me." 

“Wait.” She put up one hand before he could grab her. “Before we get started…I never got to ask you because we were so busy with the funeral…But did you take the DNA test?” she asked, watching with dismay as his face fell. He looked away with a heavy sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose, something she learned he did when he was reeling in his emotions. 

“Yeah. Josiah’s not mine,” he replied sadly.

Two distinct emotions of her own rushed through Kat at this news. Relief, that he was no longer tied to Ebony and he could now, finally, move on with his life. Move on with her. Disappointment, on his behalf, knowing that he had enjoyed getting to know the baby boy he’d thought was his child. “I’m so sorry,” was all she could muster.

“Don’t be. At least I know the truth now. I care about the kid, but he’s not my responsibility any more,” he choked out, the sting of losing that sweet little boy still raw and painful.

“Oh, baby.” Kat rubbed her hands up and down his broad back to soothe him. She regretted downing the mood and sought to fix it. “What can I do?” 

Joe shook his head and sank into her embrace. “Just be with me, like this. I wanna be with you. Thank you for bringing me out here, it’s exactly what I needed.”

“Of course. You know I gotchu,” she assured him, butterflies sprouting inside her belly as he dropped feather-light kisses on her neck, trailing along her shoulder which was soon bare as he slipped off her robe and dropped it to the floor. She tugged down his shorts and her hungry gaze zeroed in on that other part of him that she missed. All those FaceTime calls and selfies did very little justice to the real thing. This was his first time on her turf, and she was determined to use this week wisely, especially as this extended period didn’t quite exist before. 

In the beginning, their meetings were brief and eventful, a couple of hours’ escape from the madness going on in their individual lives. Meet up, scorch the sheets, and wake to the sound of the rustle of clothes pulled from the floor, the sharp zipping of bags, quick kisses goodbye followed by the front door quietly clicking open and shut. At each other’s mercy at sunset then disappearing before dawn to resume reality. It was a thrill at first but as time passed, Kat realized she wanted more with him. She wanted to begin and end her days in his sturdy arms. Wanted them to shower together, to eat together and spend much more time together. Simply put, she wanted to be a real couple, and she was ecstatic when he confessed that he wanted the same. Coming to L.A. was a great start and it excited Kat to no end.

Hand in hand, they walked together, naked, out of the bathroom. She giggled as he followed closely behind her, kissing her neck and touching her body along the way. As they reached the bed, Joe noticed the bottle of champagne sitting in a bucket full of ice on the nightstand. Kat read his mind. “Just a lil’ sumn to celebrate your arrival,” she clarified, as he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her to stand between his legs. His gaze was soft, yet beautifully intense as he ran his hands up her thighs and her hips, cupping her backside and bringing her even closer to him. He pressed his lips to her stomach, adorning her belly with gentle, open-mouthed kisses that felt so good she moaned pleasurably in approval.

“I’m in love with you,” he whispered against her brown skin, his voice clear yet filled with a vulnerability he’d never felt before.

Kat smiled down at him. “Took you long enough. I’ve been waiting for you.”

“For real?” His heart pounding so hard in his chest he was sure she could hear it.

Her smile widened as she loosened his ponytail, letting the long dark locks fall and frame his breathtaking features like the angel he was. Her angel. “Yeah. I mean…After everything we’ve shared, after getting to know the beautiful person that you are, of course I’m in love with you too.”

They were words he’d been hoping to hear from her for a while now, and now that he had, he was robbed of every sensation other than joy and peace and the burning need to make love to her nonstop for the rest of his stay in the West Coast. “You’re beautiful too, baby girl,” he rasped, drawing her back in, “So fuckin’ beautiful…”

They clung to each other, making out with increasing passion, both of them extremely aroused and more desperate than ever in the wake of this wonderful revelation. As they kissed, he slipped one hand over her breast, kneading gently, eliciting from her those purring sounds that earned her sexy little nickname. He missed his Kitty Kat so much. The last time they were together was at his father’s funeral, and he couldn't be with her the way he wanted to be. Now that they were all alone there was nothing stopping him from having his way with her.

But apparently, she had other plans. 

She pushed him hard in the chest, smirking at his surprised grunt as he hit the mattress rather unceremoniously. “Get in,” she instructed him.

He frowned petulantly at her, but did as he was told, dragging himself backwards up the bed with his eyes on her at all times. He felt his mouth go dry as she crawled towards him on all fours like the sexy ass kitten she was. As she reached the space between his open legs, she surprised him by picking up her thong and winding it around his wrists, securing it tight before pushing his arms over his head. 

“Baby…” he pouted.

“Shhhh,” Kat shushed him quietly, thrilled by the submission in his eyes, the surrender in his soft moan, his dick hard and erect in anticipation. Having control over a man like him felt so empowering. Though sexually submissive to him, Kat always enjoyed it when the roles were switched. It never lasted long though, so she planned to make the most of it.

Climbing back down his body, she rubbed her hands on the expanse of his thighs, his caramel skin warm beneath her fingers. She moved higher, coming dangerously close to the pleasure between his legs but avoiding it, for now. She wanted to touch it but the wait was more exciting. Her hands disappeared to squeeze his ass cheeks, and then reappeared over his hips, traveling along the sharpened ridges of his six-pack abs and up to his broad chest. Her body followed suit, sliding up until her thighs bracketed his sides. The little hiss that escaped him as she sat on his torso thrilled her; she knew right away that he could feel her warm moistness against his skin. Her fingers found his nipples next, toying with them before leaning in to lick them, and giggled with amusement when his dick sprang high enough to smack against her backside.

“Fuck, baby, feel what you do to me?” Joe hissed, his cock jumping again as her mouth warmed his neck, nibbling on the shell of his ear as she whispered to him in the softest, deadliest timbre: 

"I’m just getting started, big guy."

Sitting upright on top of him, she reached for the ice bucket, scooping out an ice cube in the shape of an exquisite diamond. The ravenous look in Joe’s eyes matched hers as she sipped on the cube, letting the cold melt on her tongue and travel down her throat. Then, she bent down and kissed him, her cold tongue quickly warming up from the heat of his mouth. The wet muscles moved together in a sweet dance, delightedly intertwining, obsessed with the taste of each other. Kat pressed the ice cube to his chest, giggling when he jerked from the cold, and drew figure eights with it, watching rivulets of water trickle down the sides of his body. She put the ice cube on his right nipple and watched it harden. Then she replaced the ice with her warm mouth on his cold nipple.

“Shit, baby you killin’ me,” he moaned, looking on with hooded eyelids as she kissed down his body. She stopped between his legs, bowing her body in front of his erection, long and thick and hard, precum glistening on his slit. Her tongue darted out to taste it, licking her lips with pleasure. Giving him a sly wink, she took the tip of his dick in her mouth and sucked, winding her tongue around the head like a hungry snake. The moan that escaped his lips was needy and borderline painful, causing her eyes to light up in triumph. 

“When I get my hands on you…” he growled, his expression almost pissed, but Kat knew better. His frustration mingled with his lack of control, control she’d taken from him all day by calling the shots from his travel to the food he ate. The sensual power play continued as she massaged his dick, the thick velvety flesh twitching in her hands as his hands twitched in his makeshift binds. Using the flat of her tongue, she licked up and down his shaft, making slurping sounds that were drowned out by his groans as she spread her saliva all over his dick. She was addicted. He tasted so good and she craved to have her fill.

Putting a smaller ice cube in her mouth, she chewed it, crushing the ice with her teeth. From there, she hugged his dick with her lips, dousing the heat of his flesh with the coldness of her throat. Tiny bits of ice melted against his shaft as she sucked and tongued every inch of him. She could feel his chest heaving and his abs crunching, could hear his strangled moans as he got warmer and got harder in her mouth. He was right where she wanted him. Resting her weight on his burly thighs, she moaned to him to let go, and smiled when seconds later a shout burst from him, his hips arching off the bed as he unloaded down her throat. She drank her fill of him, glancing up to watch the pleasure ravage his huge body, giving a little smile as he floated down back to earth. 

“Oh my god…” he breathed, his body jerking when she pulled away, letting his dick, slick with her spit and his cum, plop down on his thigh. With one more long, soft kiss to his length, she slithered back up his body, pressing her lips to his for a sweet, delicate kiss which heavily contrasted with the heaviness of his dick brushing along her now-wet opening. Pleasing him turned her on in a way her notoriously composed self could never comprehend.

“You came so hard for me, baby. The look on your face was everything,” Kat gifted him a teasing lash of her tongue against his as she ran her hands up his arms to toy with the sheer material holding him hostage. Lifting her body up, she slowly sank down on his dick, a gasp slipping from her when the smooth tip pierced through her soft, slick folds, enabling her to wind her hips to take him all the way in. They both moaned as the thickness of him nudged her sweet spot, coaxing a whine out of her as she wrapped her arms around his neck, wanting him close, making out with him while slowly rocking her body back and forth, grinding her clit on him. It stunned her to this day, how she was able to take him all, his length and girth filling her and hitting her most sensitive spot right away. The power that coursed through her at making him succumb to her will, no different from any pinning combination or submission move, was intoxicating. Her moans and his groans reverberated through the bedroom, the air thick with the scent of sex as she loved on him.

“Untie me. Now,” Joe commanded out of nowhere, the roughness of his tone surprising Kat. One look at the power and pleasure on his beautiful face told her he was not taking no for an answer. Obediently, she  reached up and unraveled the underwear from around his wrists, and she had barely tossed it aside when his hands came around her, finding her backside and thrusting deeper into her. Finally, he could touch her the way he wanted. He loved her ass, enjoyed the feel of it gyrating against his palms. He landed a heavy-handed slap on it, making her burrow her face in his neck with a soft cry, the sound growing more desperate as his fingers caressed the supple flesh of her ass while grinding up into her, making her feel so good.

“Such a badass bitch, yet so weak for me. Weak for this dick,” he purred to her with a kiss to her shoulder. The wicked gleam in his eyes had Kat both frustrated and aroused, but the unmistakable glimpse of lust clouding those eyes showed he was just as weak for her. With every downward motion of her hips, she could see him become more mesmerized, his breaths huskier, his face contorting with unbridled bliss as her pussy squeezed his length in deep, throbbing pulls. Sensing him trying to regain control, she beat him to it, pushing up and steadying herself on top of him. With both hands planted on his strong chest, she adjusted her legs in a squat and began bouncing on his dick, up and down, fucking him, taking from him what she wanted, giving him what he needed. 

“Fuck, that’s it, kitten, ride the shit outta my dick,” Joe groaned, his huge hands now clamped around her waist. “I’m here now, baby. I gotchu. Take it out on me, take all that stress out on me.” It was a wonder to watch her, her knees up and wide apart, treating him to the sight of her moist flesh gliding all the way down his turgid flesh and back up, leaving the base of his dick a wet, slippery mess. It looked incredible and felt even better. “You so wet for me, baby girl,” he rasped, reaching up to massage her bouncing breasts. “I love it when you use me. You love using Daddy’s big dick, huh?”

"Yes, Daddy I love it...Shiiit, oh my goddd!" Kat threw her head back, her moans shaky, her body trembling on top of him as waves of ecstasy washed over her thanks to the orgasm wracking her from head to toe.  

“Unnhh yeah, come for Daddy, come on my dick,” he moaned back to her, his full lips parted and panting, his eyes boring into hers as he watched her come undone. Overcome with passion, he sat upright and tugged her flush against him, his breath hitching as the action sank him even deeper into her. He needed to hold her to him, needed to make her all his. “I ain’t pullin’ out,” he announced, moving her on him again, “I'ma come all up inside you, baby.”

His words sank in, but any coherent answer she had disappeared with another rake of his dick against her g-spot. Wordlessly, Kat snuggled into his warm embrace, locking her arms and legs around him as she continued to grind on him in a deliciously erotic rhythm. Wrapping his arms around her waist, Joe planted a big kiss upon her throat, her jaw, then her lips, enjoying the taste of her moans as his hips rolled along with hers like a choreographed dance. Emotions were high as they joined as one, surrounded by the sounds of the newfound love they were finally expressing to each other. The mattress bounced beneath them, the legless bed rocking in tune with their heated bodies rocking on top of it. Every worry they had was gone and replaced with a hunger and need for the other that they both knew they would never be able to satiate.

"I love you," Joe whispered, pushing her hair out of her eyes to gaze into them.

“I love you too, baby...oh fuck,” Kat panted, burying her face in his shoulder, her hands sliding down to grip his ass as she bucked her hips like a mad woman. Joe moved with her, not missing a single beat. His own release was building fast within him, too fast. The blood was pounding in his head and tightening his balls as her pussy squeezed his cock so tight he was having a hard time catching his breath. They soon realized they were climaxing together, both shaking from the intense, throbbing waves of pleasure. Kat’s toes curled into the sheets as she felt his warm fluid gushing into her pussy just like he wanted, felt his body pulse as hard as his dick pulsing deep inside of her. No piece of music, no music video she created could ever compare to the magic she made with this incredible man, ever be as beautiful as the sight of his face scrunching up helplessly as his orgasm consumed him. So she kept her eyes on him for as long as she could, watching all the emotions sweep his gorgeous visage like an unforgettable movie. 

An eternity later, their movements slowed, their breathing calmed, their hearts racing as one as the world returned to normal. Joe felt light as air as he fell back onto the bed, Kat melting into him with her head on his chest, where his heart beat for her. He was still inside her and she kept him there, wanted to be filled with all his love in the very best way.

“Welcome home, my love,” she giggled, soothed by his own throaty chuckle vibrating against her skin. Her eyes fluttered shut as his lips pressed her forehead. She wished she could bottle the sound of his laugh, the feeling of his soft lips, bottle this very moment forever.

“Glad to be home, my love,” he answered, his fingers caressing her back as he kissed her mouth. “I can tell my time in L.A. is gonna be fun.”

"Mm-hmm. We got all week, Daddy," Kat eyed him with a sly smile, tracing her manicured index finger along his tattooed pectoral, "Like I said, we're just getting started."

THE END.

--------------

A/N: This is the only story I've had the energy to complete. I'd love to know your thoughts!

🏷️: @wrestlingprincess80 @fame-ass-ers @southerngirl41 @harmshake @tribalhoochie @alyyaanna @jstarr86 @murrylove @thewarlordsworld @mzv11 @cozyaliensuperstar7 @nayys-world @hunnidmilly @cyberdejos2 @papireigns-05 @niknakbucks92 @captainwithoutmakingitlove @sovereigngoth @aisharmi @kennedi0818 @alichesmi @thesamoanqueen @herwickedlittlesins @questionable-behaviour @tribalchiefreigns @2-muchsauce @thatbxtchsblog @raya-hunter01 @marchi36753 @lovelysuccess @christinabae @wooahmiri @thatonecarebear @tabletheofhead @rheaanddamianfan @vebner37 @hanley1577 @princessesareforsuckers @-naturally @joannasteez @bbygirlky18 @lilucey @theninthwonder @melaninsugababy @chocovibesonly @msbluehaz3 @scarlettnoir01 @heerah34 @empressdede @tbmotw @darkangelchronicles @visionarymode @marasdeathnote @aintnorainbows @meggylynnloves @shantinextdoor @femdisa @harlemblipster  @trc-punzel @afterdarkprincess @nbanenefrmdao @sassginaswanmills @purplehairgawdess @holisticcoach @girlwhogaf @royalkay23 @heyitsnajabrinee @stoner2k @reci1996 @catxo @iamimanim @lookmais @ts1mp0ne @lizzyd1ish @m3llowww @skyesthebomb @final1miya @kia1996 @randomuser0711 @yourtribalqueen @caramelcleopatraa @katymae12344 @that-one-anxious-mango @yana3sworld @ajenae @truefant4sy @thetribalqueen @bhjszsdxc @christinabae @justazzi @maknaehyucks @mindairy @headoftheetable @truefant4sy @mscarter213 @ariiaeltheedonn @sageispunk @xbriexx @shamaness11 @whatdoeseverybodywant @paigereeder @heauxvibez

[mot-hesbian]

I'm back on my Lily bs, especially with my headcanons

Ttpd is so Lily, Blair, and Jenny coded (some Serena but I feel like she's Evernights in a way I can't explain)

Here is my list from The Anthology

Fortnight- it's Dair, I have literally nothing else to say

The Tortured Poets Department- this is either post breakup derena or maybe dair

My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys: controversial take: this isn't 🪑. The vibes are wrong, it's Lily and William during their marriage (if you've read my fics you know what I mean by that. I have many feelings about them.)

Down Bad: Rufly??? Dair??? Serenate vibes??? 🪑???? Jagnes??? Who knows? It fits them all so well

So Long, London: it's 🪑. That's it. She tried so hard to hold on but he kept drifting away.

"You say I abandoned the ship, but I was going down with it, my white knuckle dying grip holding onto your quiet resentment. And my friends say it isn't right to be scared, everyday of a live affair, every breath feels like rarest air, and you're not sure if he wants to be there"

"You sacrificed us to the gods of your bluest days"

"you swore that you loved me, but where were the clues? I died on the alter waiting for the proof"

But Daddy I Love Him: Rufly, pure and simple.

"I'm running with my dress unbuttoned, screaming but Daddy I love him"

"I'll tell you something right now, I'd rather burn my whole life down than listen to I've more second of all this bitching and moaning"

"I'll tell you something about my good name, it's mine alone to disgrace"

"there's a lot of people in town that I bestow upon my fastest smile, scandal does funny things to pride but brings Lovers closer"

"now I'm dancing in my dress in the sun... I'm his lady, and oh my God you should see your faces. Time, doesn't it give some perspective? And no, you can't come to the wedding."

Fresh Out The Slammer: the 🪑 and Louis to Dair pipeline. She knows who her first call will be to. And so do we.

Florida: I saw someone say this song is Ivy and Lola, and yeah, that's them if they had a decent storyline. Also, Jagnes. Jenny and Lily. Serena. Blair would never go near Florida outside of spring break.

Guilty As Sin?: I saw an edit of Rufly to this song and now all I can think of when I listen to it is them is season 1 (pre hook up) and season 2 (pre relationship). Lily and Serena's talk in season 1, the Thanksgiving episodes, the winter dance episode, the whole PI bs, everything with Allison tbh

"what if he's written "mine" on my upper thigh, only in my mind"

"without ever touching his skin, how can I be guilty as sin?"

Who's Afraid Of Little Old Me?: It's Jenny.

"I am what I am cuz you trained me"

"you caged me then called me crazy" "I'm always drunk on my own tears, isn't that what they all said?"

"I was tame, I was gentle til the circus life made me mean, don't you worry folks, we took out all her teeth"

"I leap from the gallows and I levitate down your street, crash your party like a record scratch as I shriek "who's afraid of little old me?" You should be"

"At all costs keep your good name" "Is it a wonder I broke? Let's hear one more joke"

I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can): 🪑

"the smoke cloud billowed out his mouth like a freight train through a small town. The jokes he told across the bar were revolting and far too loud."

"Your good Lord doesn't need to lift a finger, I can fix him. No, really, I can. And only I can."

Loml: Season 1 and 2 Derena

I Can Do It With A Broken Heart: Lily, Jenny, Blair, and a hint of Serena.

"All the pieces of me shattered as the crowd was chanting "more". I was grinning like I'm winning, I was hitting my marks, cuz I can do it with a broken heart."

"Cuz I'm a real tough kid, I can handle my shit. They said "babe, you gotta fake it til you make" and I did."

The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived: Lily and William. I'm obsessed with them and the psychological ramifications his existence alone has on her, your honor. Like, I hate him, I hate them, but I'm fascinated by how horrible their relationship is. Also, Eric and William to a degree. Serena never seems to reach this point.

"Was any of it true? Gazing at me starry-eyed in your Jehovah's Witness suit. Who the fuck was that guy?"

"And I don't even want you back, I just want to know, if rusting my sparkling summer was the goal"

"you hung me on your wall, stabbed me with your push pins. In public, showed me off"

"you didn't measure up, in any measure of a man"

"And you'll confess why you did it, and I'll say "good riddance," cause it wasn't sexy once it wasn't forbidden. I would've died for your sins, instead I just died inside. And you deserve prison but you won't get time"

"You kicked out the stage lights but your still performing"

"and in plain sight you hid, but you are what you did. And I'll forget you but I'll never forgive"

The Alchemy: Lily and Blair in gen tbh, but specifically with Rufus and Dan.

"cuz the sign on your heart says it still belongs to me"

"he jokes that it's heroin but this time with an 'e'"

"what if I told you I'm back? The hospital was a drag, worst sleep that I ever had, I circled you on a map. I haven't come around in so long, but I'm coming back so strong/to where I belong"

"so when I touch down, call the amateurs and cut 'em from the team. Ditch the clowns, take the crown, cause I'm the one to beat."

Clara Bow: it's the Cece (Clara) to Lily (Stevie) to Blair (Taylor) to Jenny (the new gen) pipeline for me. I can't explain how Cece fits, but she does. (Serena being told all the fresh air bs her entire life can be applied here as well)

"This town is fake, but you're the real thing. Breath of fresh air through the smoke rings. Take the glory, give everything. Promise to be dazzling"

"You look like Clara Bow in this light, remarkable. All your life did you know? You'd be picked like a rose."

"You look like Stevie Nicks in '75, the hair and lips. The crowd goes wild at her fingertips, half moonshine, a full eclipse."

"You look like Taylor Swift in this light, we're loving it. You've got edge she never did, the future's bright. Dazzling"

"the crown is stained, but you're the real queen, flesh and blood amongst war machines. You're the new god we're worshipping. Promise to be... Dazzling"

"Beauty is a beast that roars, down on all fours demanding "more." Only when your girlish glow flickers just so do they let you know, it's hell on earth to be heavenly. Them's the breaks, they don't come gently."

The Black Dog: Lily and William

"and so I watch as you walk into some bar called The Black Dog and pierce new holes in my heart"

"And it hits me, I just don't understand, how you don't miss me. In The Black Dog, when someone plays The Starting Line and you jump up, but she's too young to know this song that was intertwined with the magic fabric of our dreaming. Old habits die screaming."

"And I may never open up the way I did for you. And those best laid plans. You said I needed a brave man and proceeded to play him until I believed it too."

"now I want to sell my house and set fire to all my clothes. And hire a priest to exorcize my demons, even if I die screaming"

"Six weeks of breathing clean air, I still miss the smoke"

"I hope it's shitty, in The Black Dog"

imgonnagetyouback: Lily and William and 🪑, Serena during her one-sided pining for Dan era.

"even if it's handcuffed I'm leaving here with you"

The Albatross: help, it's so Lily coded I can't

"Wise men once said, "Wild winds are death to the messenger," a rose by any other name is a scandal. Cautions issued, he stood shooting the messengers. They tried warning him about her."

"wise men once said "one bad seed kills the garden" "one less temptress, one less dagger to sharpen". Locked me up in towers, but I'd still visit in your dreams, and they tried to warn you about me."

"devils that you know, raise worse hell than a stranger. She's the death you chose, you're in terrible danger."

"cross your thoughtless heart, only liquor anoints you. She's the Albatross, she is here to destroy you"

Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus: Serenate or platonic Eric and Jenny works too

"if you want to break my cold, cold heart, just say "I loved you, the way that you were"

"I changed into goddesses, villains and fools, changed plans and lovers and outfits and rules all to outrun my desertion of you and you just watched it."

"could it be enough to just float in your orbit?can we watch our phantoms like watching wild horses? Cooler in theory but not if you force it to be, it just didn't happen"

How Did It End?: Blair and Louis, more specifically Blair after the accident

"guess who we ran into at the shop, walking in circles like she was lost"

So High School: Rufly and Eleanor x Cyrus, I will not accept criticism

"I feel so high school when I look at you, cuz look at you"

"and in the blink of a crinkling eye, I'm sinking, our fingers entwined. Cheeks pink in the twinkling lights, tell me 'bout the the first time you saw me. I'll drink what you think, and I'm high from smoking your jokes all damn night, the brink of a wrinkle in time."

I Hate It Here: Lily and Jenny, they chose this life, regardless of how that choice was made, and it made them feel worthless. They both need to escape, they disappear into their different vices to help them cope.

"tell me all your secrets, all you'll ever be is my eternal consolation prize"

"if comfort is a construct, I don't believe in good luck, now I know what's what. I hate it here so I will go to secret gardens in my mind, people need a key to get to, the only one is mine"

"I will go to lunar valleys in my mind, when they find a better planet only the gentil survived. I dreamt about it in the dark, the night I felt like I might die"

"I'm lonely, but I'm good. I'm bitter, but I swear I'm fine. I'm save all my romanticism for my inner life, and I'll get lost in purpose. This place made me feel worthless."

thanK you aIMee: Jenny and Blair in high school

"all that time you were throwing punches, I was building something. And I can't forgive the way you made me feel. Screamed "fuck you, Aimee" to the night sky as the blood was gushing. But I can't forget the way you made me heal."

"I built a legacy you can't undo, but when I count the scars there's a moment of truth. That there wouldn't be this, if there wasn't you."

I Look In People's Windows: it's Bart era rufly

"what if your eyes looked up and meet mine one last time"

The Prophecy: Jenny and Blair

Cassandra: I cannot explain it but this is Lily

Peter: Carter and Serena?????? Is that you???? She's Peter

"are you still a mind reader? A natural scene stealer? I've heard great things Peter"

"the goddess of timing, once found us beguiling, Peter was she lying? My ribs say she did"

"lost in the lost boys chapter of your life"

The Bolter: Oh look, new Lily song just dropped. And Serena. To quote @strideofpride it always comes back to mothers and daughters

"with a quite bewitching face. Splendidly selfish, charmingly helpless, excellent fun til you get to know her."

"then she runs like it's a race, behind her back her best mates laughed and they nicknamed her "the Bolter""

"she's been many places with men of many faces, first their off to the races and she's laughing drawing aces but none of it is changing that the chariot is waiting. Hearts are hers for the breaking, there's escape in escaping."

"all her fucking lives flashed before her eyes, it feels like the time she fell through the ice, then came out alive"

"and at first blush this is fate. When it's all roses, portrait poses, central park lake row boats... That's when she sees the littlest leaks and just knows, she must bolt."

"ended with the slam of a door, then he'll call her a whore, wish he wouldn't be sore but if she was leaving it felt like breathing."

Robin: Eric, this is legit Lily and Serena when literally anything involves Eric

I can't even draw up lines, it's the whole song

The Manuscript: any relationship involving Blair

"all that's left is the manuscript, one last souvenir from my trip to your shores. Now and then I reread the manuscript, but the story isn't mine anymore."

[praphit]

Scream 6: Happy Women’s History Month!

Let me start off by saying that I am not a fan of this franchise. I like the first one, the second one is ok, but the rest?? - meh. I just can't go with it, you know?? I tried. There are always too many times when I say "Wait, what?" And yet, the "Fast & Furious" franchise; I'm 100% bought.

I know that makes no sense.

Maybe it's because I'm a child of Jason Voorhees. 

I hold all slashers to his standards of art, comedy, and excellence:)

Meanwhile, 

Ghostface is clumsy, kinda stupid, chatty, sloppy, reckless, and always has a partner. Teamwork is for heroes, villains are supposed to be able to do it all by themselves.

So, why did I watch this? - Women's History Month. Yep. A friend of mine (a woman) asked me to go with her to see it. Normally, I would have told this friend to kick rocks, but I figured since we're honoring women this month... that it's the least I can do :) Just trying to do my part.

If you're not caught up with this franchise, it doesn't matter. We all know the basics, and the basics still apply. It's a rated R Scooby Doo (Who dun done it?! Let’s take off their mask and see). Kinda like the show "Velma", 

but with better writing.

  Idk how many ghostface's we're up too now (that's another thing about him - he/she always dies, but somehow the masks are still getting manufactured and some new psychopath picks up where the last one left off), but he's back, and this time he's in NY. And this time, he's not chasing Sidney. 

Sorry, Sid, but apparently he got bored with you, and is now chasing after someone younger. Happy Women's History Month!

The youth I speak of are the same yoots from the last movie:

THE CORE FOUR (they call themselves):

We've got the trauma sisters (what I’m calling them). 

They've been through a lot. People keep getting murdered around them. They're trying to move on, but it's hard when Ghostface keeps tracking them down. Some of you kids out there might think you've got it bad, but at least there's no murderer hunting you down. Imagine your life like this: You try to go to college and get your education on, but here comes Ghostface to your classroom. You try to have a party and get into some sexy-time action with some drunken, shady, stranger, and here comes Ghostface. (side note: Jenna Ortega’s character does this - idk how old she is... 20ish maybe, but she looks like a teenager, so when some guy who looks like he’s in his 30′s tries to take her upstairs, it comes across to me like we have an R.Kelly situation on our hands)

You try to make a TikTok video alone in your room, and here comes Ghostface. You try to get a Big Mac with cheese from Mickey D’s, and you guessed it - Ghostface is there, ready to take your order.

Damn, dude! Either kill them or let them live! You gotta admire these young ladies. Despite the crud that this world keeps throwing their way, they find the strength to keep on keeping on. Happy Women's History Month :)

We also have... I forgot his name... we’ll call him Macho Man. He's the protector of the group, so he thinks. He's a level 10 bro. And no guy is good enough to be around the ladies in his life except for him. Isn't that sweet?? What would we do without our "protectors"?

And then there's the movie nerd.

She's the one who explains all of the movie meta stuff that's going on. One thing I can appreciate about her is that she leans into her nerdiness. But, that appreciation did not stop me from wanting to choke her out every time she talked. It's not completely her fault, cuz this franchise's schtick got old for me in the 3rd installment, but I'm placing all of the blame on her. Seriously, she could not have been more annoying. It was painful for me. I couldn't stop squirming through her monologues. I was gnashing my teeth. I thought I was turning into Ghostface. This movie almost became the crux of my villain origin story.

Look, the kills in this movie were multiplied, as they should be, but honesly, I think Ghostface could have killed MORE... OR this movie needed to be shorter, and cut out all of the emotional gush-gush from The Core Four. I have never rooted so hard for the "heroes" of a story to be killed. I wanted them all to go, including Ghostface. Perhaps I’m remembering it wrong, but weren’t the OG characters of “Scream” likeable? Not all of them, but enough, right?? (or maybe it was just Dewey - idk)

Everybody here is so ughckq... not one likeable character in this movie. I was rooting for something biblical to happen:

God interrupts Movie Nerd's monologue and says "ENOUGH! THIS IS HORRIBLE!" Then, he sends an angel to blow up the town. Everybody is dead. God says "Amen" and they roll the credits, but that's not what happens.

Everyone is so whiny! Not just the kids, but the adults too. Is that just what we are now? Maybe it's true to reality. Are we all whiny? Have my eyes just been opened?

Trauma sisters, I respect your strength, but don't TRY to move on with your lives, DO IT. There are ways! Adele uses grammy award winning music. Batman uses revenge, Chris Rock uses Netflix specials. Do something! Who's that lady? um... The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. She's been through worst shit than y'all, and look at her! She ain't bitchin about it! She’s bout it bout it! She got tough! and carved out a new life for herself. Look at her - 

  she’s living the dream!

Macho Man! AM I supposed to like you? All men know his game! He points out to the lady that he wants (he’s trying to score with Ortega), that the men she's been seeking are toxic (and well over 30). What she really needs is a guy like him. We all know that game! I think... do women know that game? I think they do... idk Happy Women's History Month! While Macho Man is not quite the picture of "toxic masculinity" he's close enough. He's like diet TM.

And don't get me started on Movie Nerd. She sparked this rant in me!

Ghostface! Kill! Kill them all! But, you won't will you?? You'll kill (awesomely) through NY. Bursting on the scene whenever The Core Four try to get some down time, but like every other part of this franchise, you'll never kill the main person/people whom you actually set out to kill.

These four are lucky that I didn't become Ghostface, cuz this movie would have only been about 30mins long, if that! I'd break in to their home, and call them to play a game alerting them to what I'm up to? NO! I'd kill them! I'm not going to let the trauma sisters take up valuable screen time to whine about their problems. I'm not going to allow Macho Man to... well, maybe a lil sexy-time action with the ladies before I kill him... bros before hoes, am I right?? (Happy Women's History Month). And I would definitely end Movie Nerd's reign of Annoyance. 

*WHEW* sorry... that's been building up for a while. It kept me up. Seriously... I'm up early, typing right now, cuz I had this rant in me, and it was keeping me from rest. Now, I can move on. See, trauma sisters, that's how you do it! You move on! You don't take a break while running from the killer to have an emotional pow wow. Now, is NOT the time! You're being hunted! DAG GON YOU! Ghostface, kill them! *WHEW* *clearing throat* sorry again. That's... the last drop, I think.

It wasn't all bad. Like I said, the kills are awesome. More blood in this one than the others, I think. You’ve gotta hand it to Ghostface, the man loves his work. I like his gusto. If he does catch you in this movie, he’s going to stab you like 35 times - that’s solid work ethic. The camera work for these kills is on point. Ghostface ain't playing around with all of the stabbing. You'll feel that shit, and that's why most people are there. I also LOVED the first scene. LOVED! I didn't see that coming at all. But, then... same ol bullshit. And that's the thing, I'm not about this brand of bullshit, but if you are, then it'll be just as enjoyable for you as the others. But, for a casual ( I use that word lightly) fan ------ Grade: D

I wondered to my friend (who's lucky that I love her) if the message over these types of movies are positive for women. I don't have the answer to that question. I mean, these "final girls (women)" are strong, but they've been through a whole lot, and don't seem all that healthy. They're bitter, angry, depressed, tired, lonely in some cases... that's a lot of pain/death they've been around.

Can we do better? Again, I don't know.

What if the woman is the lead antagonist? She hunts down the men for a change... although unless the writers let her win (which would be letting the murderer win) she'll end up being beaten up by a bunch of men... that doesn't look good.

But, what if...

Ok, what if there's some sort of alien entity that takes over the woman, and she becomes empowered. During the day she becomes powerful, independent, successful, glorious, and at night this entity leads her to kill... a lot. No, like A LOT - she's a beast. (look, we've gotta make money off this thing:). She'll only kill men... white men... Republican white men (kidding:)... but definitely white men who love Tucker Carlson. This way when she inevitably is defeated, they won't be killing the woman per se, but the empowered, successful monster that she has beco.... hmmm... Shoot... Maybe this is the best that we can do.

Happy Women's History Month!

[gaming-thoughts-by-an-idiot]

"Draugen" Game (part 1)

"Ooo norway"

"Oooo fjords"

"Ah!! AH! MY CITY, THEYRE TALKING ABOUT MY CITY"

"This is very nice, I like the aesthetic"

Game: lead character artist "Hans Christian Andersen"

Me: isnt he dead?

"Unless someone just took snippets from his stories or idk tbh, I cant remember reading much from him... maybe I should"

"Who is Lissie?"

"The main character, Edward, hes like old or more like 40 maybe? Idk, but he have to rest up hills and I honestly judged him, as if I dont have to stop several times too and hold my fucking inhaler in case my lungs decide to test me"

"Oh... ooh no... the flag is half mast.. hehe. That means someone is dead"

"Haha I can see her, but he had to rest"

Lissie: seriously?

Edward, through his teeth: you're not the one who's carrying a f-... suitcase

"Good save"

"Okay so Lissie is 17, so maybe shes his kid?"

"I fucked with the gamma, and theres no reset, and I cant remember if this is how it was oh no help"

"His name is-- A I GOT AN ACHIEVEMENT "

"His name is Mr. Harden"

"Damn, twins marrying twins... odd"

"Is that odd? I feel like that might be? Weird? Idk is it? AAA my head"

"AALESUND"

"Love it when people say it like that, beautiful"

"ITS SO DARK"

"I WANT TO BE ABLE TO SEE"

"ooo, a sailor ship chest thing... I got one of those"

"Okay I think Lissie is his kid"

"We found his sister's scarf, he got super dizzy, he had to take a nap"

"Poor guy"

"Uh oh... child gone"

"OH MY GOD JUMP SCARE"

"IT WAS BETTY IN THE WINDOW"

"OH JESUS MY HEART"

"Yeah the clock is definitely broken, it was 12:45 when he took a nap too, so unless its close to midnight?"

"You didnt even LOOK in the kitchen, u opened it and went OH ALRIGHT NOTHING HERE fucking idiot"

"JUST GO UPSTAIRS AND CHECK FOR FUCKS SAKE"

"I wonder if we're actually gonna see draugen"

"Oo muddy"

"What if draugen is scary"

"Who the fuck is Alice?"

"I gotta google this"

"Okay so Lissie is Alice... and Lissie is not his kid. And apparently Edward is 'young'... this is confusing"

"Oooh, he slipped and fell down rocks, ouch"

"Lissie is still missing"

"A lobster trap"

"Lissie! I found her"

"Our boat is gone"

"Back to the house, get cleaned up, and sleep... let's see what happens"

"Google said the game takes about 3 hours, which is good, cuz my sister is back after that, and she havent played the game yet"

"I can explore upstairs yass"

"Oo piano"

"Draugen waltz.. nice"

"Oh! I got an achievement for playing the piano- OMG A 100??? HOLY SHIT"

"Damn... norway is so beautiful"

"I cant believe I thought he was like 40, how embarrassing"

"Asdfghjkl Norwegian letters and an American trying to say 'vi er desperate' I'm sobbing, oh my god"

"On the door it says "forræder" which means Traitor."

"So the kids died, and it's a curse, god left the land etc etc... wtf wtf someone is knocking on a wall or window in the game"

"I'm reading old Norwegian, game, stop"

"Oh, house creaking, not knocking "

"Just walk inside the houses? Maybe they're hiding behind the doors"

"Out to explore!"

"I'm completely lost in the game, half thoughts"

"Its so interesting, and fun to hear someone try to read Norwegian is always funny"

"I'm scared of draugen tho... like I wanna go 'haha mythical being lmao'... but the kids are gone, killed... draugs steal kids... I'm just saying I might cry if I see it"

"Alright, I've done loads since I wrote so let's do a summary:

The child, Ruth, died, they think her cousin did it. The cousin left shortly after the kid died- the official story is she fell and cracked her skull open on some rocks.

Edward is OBSESSED with his sister, one random noise and hes like 'Betty???'

Ruth apparently went exploring in the mine, found treasure, Edward read about Draugen in a book, it's a man thing without a face, visit u in your dreams, and if u wake you're lucky, but someone near u will die.

Everyone is gone, a man was found, he hung himself.

Twin brothers were very angry, and now the church bells are ringing. And I'm running to it"

"So googled and draugen is a dude who's thirsty for women and children, the one I was picturing Nøkken, and that's a swamp woman so"

"Lissie was a personality thing, not real, then a weeping angel suddenly appeared??? And then they disappeared... Betty was apparently on her way to the mine, hes now around the mine.

He also found Anna, the mom to Ruth, and the dad went to his brother and now I'm in the mine."

"BUT my sister is back and I cant spoil the game soo"

[nityarawal]

3/2/2023

Elon- Friend

Morning Songs

Whose Your Friend

Mine Is Elon

Whose Picking Up Your

Kids

My Rewind Partner

Elon

Whose Your Physicist

Who Makes Your

World Go Round

Who Makes Your

Theories Stick

Am I Eloning Alone

Or Have I Got Some

Secret Trolls

Laugh At Us

Love With Us

Geek Out

Grok

Why Not

Laugh With Us

Laugh Without Us

Laugh In The Rain

Under

The Oak Tree

Elon's Name

Incidentally

Laugh With Us

Cosmic Realities

If You're OK On

The Surface

And Float

Then Don't Joke

It's Alright

But If You Want

Some Oxygen

To Go Higher

Or Deep Underwater

With My Tribe

Then The Cult

Is Changing Colors

The Uniform

Is At The Tailors

Tin Sculptures

Are Going Up

At The Border

And We're 

Bringing 

In New Laws

Martian Laws

Not Just The Bros

Martian Laws

To Include

The Rest Of Us

Martian Fees

Staccato Beats

Martian Schools

I'm Sorry If Pace Is

Not As Cool

And Ready

As The AirForce

Hooker-Nauts

I'm Sorry

But I'm "Not Sorry,"

Like Naya Rivera

Said

Before Murder

'Cuz Martian

Laws

Are Like Mothers

4 Natural Law

And Certainly

Martians

Divine

Love Their

Mommies

Just As Much

As The Human Kind

We Love Our Mom

She's Not A Meme

We Miss Her

Don't Want To Insult

Daddy Dearest

Or His Creator

Benefactor

Bean Counters

Don't Want To Insult

A Bulldog

Or Doje

Don't Want

To Insult

The Gold Image

Of Trump

Alter

Egomaniacs

However There Are

Starter Wives

I Need To Read

And Know

Need My Library

And A Deep Deep

Bath

For Four With A

View In Calla Lillies

Gardenias

Tuberose

Need A Bath

Rosebuds

Around

Calendula

St. John's Wort

Jasmin

And Secret

Cleopatra Ingredients

Need A Bath

Clay Masks

Need Human Grooming

'Cuz I'm Not A

Meme Yet

Nitsa-Pizza Had Me

Drooling

Military Made

Memes Mad

Not A Courtship

From An Alter

Ego

What Will We

Call Our New

Physicists

They're Better Than

Doctors

Smarter Than

Astronauts

Elon Friends

For My Martians

Have What It's Got

They Love Their Mothers

They're Ever Patient

They Listen Build

Us Chariots

And Goddess Gardens

They Bathe

With Us Under

The Stars

But That's A

Big Comittment

Baby

If You Want To

Be My Lover

To Mars

Let Me Meddle

In Your

Monastery 

Chat On The Down

Low

Let Me See The Intricate

Workings

Of The Harem

You Want Me To

Manage

Ma-Ma-Manage

Ma-Ma

Mars

Ma- Ma Manage

Camp Bros

Told Them To Sober

Up

But Now They're

On Harder Drugs

Told Them To Avoid

The Gals Who Lost

Their Teeth

Told Them To Look

For Signs

And Wait For

Guts Honesty

Hey

You Want To Court Me

For Real

Unite My Family

You Want To Be My

Oak Tree

Eloning To Eternity

It's All So Romantic

How Can I Say No

Shocked Me To My

Core

Thankyou

But Please Tell

Millitary

We Don't Need

Their Stardust

Please Tell

Government

We're Putting

You All Down To

Rest

Tell 'Em About

Our Gardens

Tell 'Em What

We Grow

Come Visit Us

In Texas

We'll Be Having

A Big Junk

ART AI Fence

Concert

Come Visit Us

In Texas

Our Chariots

Will Pass Your

Kibbutz

On The Way To

Mars

And If You

Ever Get Lonely

Building The

Border Walls

Just Enjoy Your

Sweet Musk

From Our Gardens

And Know

Elon And I Will

Be Eloning

For You And Me

Taking All Our

Oak Seeds

To Mars

You And Me

Will Be

Eloning For Eternity

Your Hearts With Me

Honey Combs

Eloning For Eternity

Bumble Bees

Singing

To You

Eloning For Eternity

Humming

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

There's One Thing 

I Promise You

Whether Your

On The Wall

Or Left Behind

On Planet Earth

Whether We Needed

Boundaries

From Your Harem

Fantasies

We Promise You

One Thing

We'll Be Eloning

Eternally

Eloning Eternal 

Love

Singing Eloning

So Don't Be Hurt

The Love Bombs

Will Keep Dropping

Keep Unfolding

Keep Grokking

And Elon June

Promised My

Words And Songs

Will Grok

Back And Forth

To Mars

As "X" Already

Has

From Mars

Civil X-Tovists

Miracles In Our

Midst

Among

The Past

Merci

Peace,

Nitya Nella Davigo Azam Moezzi Huntley Rawal 

[sublimecatgalaxy]

Silent Treatment

Pairing: Fezco (Euphoria) x Reader

Summary: Fezco regretted to inform his girlfriend about Faye and her new living situation, which was now their home. She's a bit pissed off and disappointed, Fez's obvious disregard for her and Ash's opinions making both of them equally upset.

Warnings: Mentions of sex, mentions of drugs and violence.

A/n: Hi i love you guys!

The one thing that Fezco hated more than seeing me sad was seeing me angry. He wasn't afraid of much, being in situations that were 10x scarier than any human emotion. But when it came to me and my anger, he had a habit of shrinking in on himself, not knowing what to do.

And this time? He was the cause of it.

I had no bad feelings towards the blonde girl, her eyes avoiding mine as she enters the apartment with a sigh. She looks to me first before glancing back at Fez, almost as if she was looking for approval to step further into the home. Fez has her bag draped over his shoulder, his gaze stuck on the floor below him.

The only information I received about the girl was a text from Ash saying that she needed a place to say and it was 'business'. That they owed her boyfriend one.

I didn't expect her to be our age and I didn't expect her to be beautiful.

I watch as Fez avoids my gaze, knowing that my anger is something that he'll have to deal with eventually. He walks past me, the girl next to him pausing briefly, turning back to me.

"You're really pretty. I'm Faye." She smiles softly, my annoyance shifting a bit as I send her back a gentle smile and a nod. She turns away from me, following closely behind Fez as Ash approaches me. He leans against the couch, his head tilting to look down at me as I huff.

"Give him hell." He whispers, his jaw gritting and I see that I'm not the only one who's angry at this plan. "He didn't even tell me." He grits, his hand rubbing over the top of his head as I sigh, directing my attention back to the TV. Ash makes his way around the couch, lifting my legs to sit under them.

By the time Fez returns back to the living room, you could cut the tension coming from Ash and I with a knife. He looks nervously between the two of us, standing behind the couch as we continue to ignore him, our eyes locked on the TV screen. I couldn't even tell you what was playing on the screen, my eyes glossed over in anger.

"Can you guys just look at me or something?" He asks quietly, his hand reaching down to rest on my shoulder but I shrug him off. I needed him to know that he couldn't just make decisions for the family without our input. I'm sure that we could've come to some agreement together but it was the fact that he didn't even think to mention bringing another girl to live with us. "Angel..." Fez trails off, making his way around the couch to come kneel next to me. His eyes are soft as he looks me over, his lip tucking between his teeth anxiously. "Seriously Ash, you too?" Fez tilts his head to look at his younger brother, Ash's head shaking in annoyance.

"Y/n, tell your idiotic boyfriend that I'm not speakin' to him right now." Ash mutters, his eyes flickering over to me as I conceal the smirk that wants to slip onto my lips. Taking a breath, I send the boy back a shrug.

"Looks like we have that in common, Ash, cuz I'm also not speaking to Fezco right now either." Fez visibly deflates at the use of his full name, not completely used to it being used. He was used to the cute names that I would come up with that only I was allowed to call him. I watch Fez out of the corner of my eyes as he stands, running a hand down his face as he quickly leaves the room. I hear our bedroom door shut with a grunt, my eyes closing in frustration.

Ash and I kept up the silent treatment for another few hours.

Both of us would continue our glares in Fez's direction as he showed Faye around, their soft voices and laughter heard in the kitchen as we seethe. Ash never liked when Fez made decisions without him because it made him feel like he didn't value his opinion. The fact that he didn't even tell Ash about the situation pissed me off even more because I hated seeing Ash upset.

Faye sits down on the seat next to me, her eyes flickering between Ash and I anxiously. I watch as she lifts the blunt to her fat lips, her knee bouncing anxiously. Fez joins us moments later, Ash and I still not moving from our spots on the couch that Fez and I typically share. My legs are draped over Ash's still, the boy practically falling asleep next to me.

Fez clears his throat as he sits across the room, his lips bruised and cracked from biting them nervously. I know that he didn't do that often, my presence helping with the anxiety that bubbled underneath his tough exterior. The sight alone made me want to break but I wanted him to get the point. I wanted him to know that he blew it.

It seemed like Faye was the only one watching the program on TV. Even after an hour of sitting there in silence, Ash's small snores heard beside me as he rests his head on the back of the couch. Fez's eyes were trained on my face as I train my gaze to a spot on the wall. Faye didn't pick up on the tension in the room, the weed in her system making her oblivious to any discomfort.

Deciding to be done with this situation, I carefully pull my legs off of Ash, sitting up. I set the blanket across the sleeping boy, watching as he curls up. Making my way out of the living room, I hear Fez's footsteps behind me as I enter the bedroom.

"Hey.." Fez whispers, reaching out to grab onto my wrist, spinning me around. I look up at him with a stoic expression, my heart pounding loudly in my ears as I wait for him to go on. His eyes are sad as they flicker back and forth between mine, his chest rising in a huff. "Talk to me." He urges, the fingers around my wrist holding me in my place.

"I'm gonna go stay at Rue's tonight." I whisper, my eyes leaving his as I tug my wrist from him, making my way into the bedroom to gather my things.

"You seriously that mad that you can't even be in the same room as me?" He asks, his volume raising a bit as he watches me from the bed. "We don't run, Y/n. We fucking stay and talk about shit. You have been sayin' that since the day we met." He argues, my ears tuning him out as I shove some shirts into my bag. "Stop being such a brat and look at me- yell at me for all I care! Fucking please!" My whole body freezes at his words, more so the volume of them. He senses this change, his next words chosen carefully as he continues. "Don't leave." He whispers tiredly, my head finally whipping around to look at him as he pouts.

"Oh, sorry, I figured since people were allowed to come and go as they pleased, I could show myself out no problem." I snap, my hands resting on my hips as he glares up at me. "You hurt Ashtray's feelings by not letting him in on your plan, that's number one on the list of things you did to piss me off. You gave me zero warning, I had to find out from a text from Ash!" I yell, remembering the sleeping boy in the living room as I try to calm myself down as much as possible. He looks shocked at my anger, his breathing picking up as he goes to defend himself. "No, I'm talking." I add, holding my hand up to silence him. "You wanted me to talk, to yell, so I'm doing it." I toss my bag to the ground as I approach him, his eyes wide. "You brought a girl home, Fez. A girl. To live here, with me, your actual girlfriend. Do you not see how that's fucking upsetting?" I ask, my eyebrows pulled together as he sighs, his hands reaching up to rest on the back of his head. "I don't care if she has a boyfriend, I really don't. You brought another woman to live here with me." Tears fill my eyes as I grow even more frustrated but I can tell that Fez finally gets it. His face drops, his chests deflating in disappointment. But not at me. At himself. "I'm not jealous or insecure, I'm upset because you didn't even talk to me about it. I'm your girlfriend, Fez. You can't just make decisions like this without talking to me or Ash." I sit down next to him on the bed as he nods, his shoulders drooping.

"I'm real sorry, Y/n. I didn't try to make you guys feel like that on purpose. I just- It was a quick decision that needed to be made." He mutters, his hand reaching out to rest on my knee. I sigh, looking over the man as he frowns, his eyelashes fluttering shut.

"You just gotta remember that your decisions impact all of us here, baby." I whisper, wrapping an arm around his shoulder as he leans into me. "I'm sorry I gave you the silent treatment." I mutter, my chin resting on his shoulders as he shrugs.

"I deserved it." He laughs quietly, his head tilting to look over at me. "Ash is gonna hate me for a bit, isn't he?" He asks, my head bobbing in a playful nod as I pat his back. "I'm sorry again, ma." He whispers, his lips pressing against my cheek as I smile softly. "Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" He asks lowly, an immediate smirk spreading out across my lips. Realization flashes across his face as he rolls his eyes playfully. "Oh you a fucking tease, aren't you?" He laughs sheepishly, shoving me back onto the bed with a laugh. I giggle as my back hits the mattress, my hands reaching out to him as he bats them away. "Act like you're all mad and shit- you just want dick." He laughs as he climbs on top of me, his lips pressing against mine with needy passion. I moan quietly as he wraps an arm under me, tugging me closer to his chest. He pulls away from me briefly, his lips pressing against my cheek as I smile warmly.

"I just want her to know who you belong to." I whisper sweetly, looking up at him through my lashes. He smirks proudly, his head bobbing in a gentle nod as he licks his lips.

"Say no more."

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Taglist: @jamespotterswifey @bubblebuttwade @rafelover2405 @leslienjazzy @sorceresss @grxnde-dwt @alex--awesome--22 @bunnietoof @niyamar1e @serialghost @plantlungs @geniusohn @akaliltimmytim @lilaalouuxx @xshariex @elliotsbeigeguitar @elle4404 @lelieja @srhxpci @joselyn001 @taysirene @spinkspanther @thedivineuphoria @peter-maximoffs @tsukishimawhore @poohkie90 @szlaco @distantsighs @nstyles4299 @wolflover384 @givemefoodandlovesstuff @vane28282 @yeswhatever33 @amirrahfranson @vvaalleennttiinna @f-mu @yaspillz @jeyramarie @skylievin@abbybarnes17 @jointherebellion215 @visiondaddy @steezysimfinds @its-ya-gay-boi-luigi @crunchytoenailsyum@glizzymcguirex @beth123lg @melovesmut @letmebeyoureuphoria @rafecameronswhore @4lyssasworld @write-from-the-heart @ariianelle @vampviolets

Euphoria Taglist: @usernamelol @ssprayberrythings @pessimisticbiitch @urmomsangel

Fezco Taglist: @squishiejiminiee @fudgemesteveharrington @hi-my-name-is-riley @trinbby13

[simpingfortwst]

Twisted Wonderland Characters Reaction To Their Villain’s Defeat

Been sat on this idea for a while, I might do one with some other characters if I can think of a scenario. Anyway bone apple teeth

Warning: There’s a passing mention of sexual assault in Vil’s headcannons so skip that is you want to keep the childhood magic of Snow White alive.

Riddle

Freaked the fuck out

Like nearly exploded from rage

“HOW DID ALICE GET AWAY”

“THE GUARDS HAD HER”

“AND SHE GOT AWAY”

Which was strange because because you could have sworn he was rooting for Alice until Ace pointed it out

Curiouser and curiouser

Leona

He's completely blindsided by it

Mufasa died and he thought honestly that Scar was going to win

So when he didn't he left the room without a word

WHAT DO YOU MEAN? HE ISN'T CRYING!

Will rant about how scar deserved to win until you find a way to shut him up

Buy him a scar plushie

The next day he’ll force you to re-watch the first 20 minutes of the movie just to slam the laptop shut dramatically as Simba runs away

Azul

WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE GOT TURNED INTO A KEBAB

He's distraught

Heads straight to his octo-pot to contemplate the possibility of getting run through by a ship

Decides it likely won't happen when he's indoors and leaves to confront you about why you didn't tell him that would happen

10 points to you if you buy a model ship to help him conquer his fear

Jamil

Honestly, compared to just dying or turning out to be a figment of a kids imagination, getting shoved into a tiny lamp for the rest of eternity is probably one of the harshest punishments Disney’s ever dished out

And a punishment that Jamil will absolutely not stand for

#justiceforjafar

Spends the next 3-4 weeks campaining for evil sorcerer rights until Kalim comes up with a away to calm him down

Vil

“So let my get this straight, the price of dealing a ‘poison’ with the potency of goddamn Nyquil is being crushed my a fucking boulder”

Why would the dwarfs even be mad

Anyone with basic knowledge of chemistry would know that the carbon in the soot on them from the mine would draw out the toxins from her body and wake her up

That poor woman only wanted to know what being the fairest of them all felt like for 20 minutes

And they crushed her with a fucking boulder!!!

And don’t even get me started on ‘tRuE LoVes kIsS’ like what school did you go to that taught you that sexually assulting an unconcious person would wake them up

Idia 

Boycotting Idia rn cuz i’m mad at him for chapter 6

I get that Azul is a fine specimen of a person

But that does not give you the right to steal him

Also I don’t know how to write for him without him sounding like Levi from OM :(

Malleus

His Child of Man is inviting him to watch a movie? Which one?

One Hour Later...

“Yes Child of Man, The Witch of the Thorns is actually my grandmoth-

In a ranking of bad ideas, this one really takes the cake

But you showed him the movie so really it’s only fair you accept the consequence

Btw the consequence is getting slashed to ribbons by an angry dragon 

So good luck with that 👍

[thatrandomwriter]

Reunited

Merle Dixon x reader

Warnings: cursing, mentions of violence, sexual language

I was pacing my cell, Judith asleep on my shoulder, Beth and Carl in the next cell over, talking quietly so as not to awake the baby. Carol and Hershel had also stayed behind, likely attempting to make a meal with what little food we had. For once, I wasn’t hungry, my stomach churning as I thought of Rick, Daryl and the others attempting to save Maggie and Glenn from Woodbury. For all I knew, they could already be dead. Ambushed by walkers, outgunned by the Governor’s men. Or worse, taken prisoner themselves, to be tortured as Glenn and Maggie probably were. I shook my head, clearing it of the thought. I had to try and stay optimistic, if only for the sake of Beth, Carl and Judith.

It had been one of the longest nights of my life. Sleep had been impossible, and as the sun rose, with every passing minute it seemed less and less likely that the group would return. I sat around a table with the others, doing my best to hide my fear and put on a smile as Beth played peekaboo with a giggling Judith. Suddenly, I heard the sounds of the gates opening, and I shot to my feet. Maggie and Glenn were first through the door, and I ran to hug them both. Beth wasn’t far behind me, sobbing as she saw her sister for the first time in days. The rest of the group followed, the only missing member being Oscar, who we had met at the prison. Relief washed over me, and then guilt at my lack of sadness at the loss. But my people, my family were safe, and I could feel sad later. For now, relief was all my brain could process. Last through the door was a man who I didn’t recognise for a second, but as soon as he made eye contact with me, I recognised him as - 

“Merle?” Before he could answer me, I was rushing forward to fling my arms around him, a gesture which he quickly returned, enveloping me in a tight hug. He was uncharacteristically quiet, and I realised that he was trying to hide his emotions, his breathing ragged as he clung onto me. I pulled back slightly to take in his face, more serious than I remembered, though just as handsome.

“Damn darlin’, ya look just as good as I remember,” He glanced down, eyes lingering on my cleavage, and I hit him lightly on the shoulder. Someone, probably Daryl, made a derisive noise in the background.

Merle seemed to remember that everyone else was in the room, expression shifting from the closest he could get to sincere to his signature grin. He finally pulled away completely, and I noticed the blade protruding from his arm where his hand used to be. Clearly we had some serious catching up to do. At the beginning, back when we were camped outside of Atlanta, Merle had been virtually glued to my side. At first, he had denied that this was to do with anything other than trying to get in my pants. It had taken weeks for him to even entertain the idea of liking me for anything more than that, but the more time we spent together the more undeniable it had become. Until, of course, Rick had left him handcuffed to a roof in the city. We had gone back for him the next day, but we were too late. All that was left of Merle was his hand, and a trail of blood. Everyone had assumed him dead until now. Now, when his arm was around my waist, like he had never been gone.

“He was with the Governor.” Rick finally spoke, tone heavily accusatory. Merle tensed beside me, but before he could retort I spoke instead.

“Come on. I’ll show you around, you can catch me up on everything,”

He allowed me to pull him away, his arm tightening around me as we passed Rick. I guessed that their reunion hadn’t been as happy as ours.

“Officer friendly still a massive prick, jus’ as I remembered,” Merle spoke too soon to be entirely out of earshot, but no-one acknowledged him.

“A massive prick who’s kept us all alive, you mean?”

“I woulda done that if he hadn’t chained me to the roof,”

“I know.” I lead him into my cell, where I sat facing him on my cot. I could tell that immediately, his mind went to what else we could be doing here, but I was determined to hear what had happened before I let him distract me.

“The Governor saved my life ya know. Woulda bled out if it weren’t for him, owe him my life. And this.” he gestured with the blade attached to his arm. “Came across Glenn and Maggie while I was looking for Michonne, couldn’t have her tellin’ no one else ‘bout Woodbury. Took ‘em with me to question on where Daryl was, where you were, but with the Governor everything gets outta hand. Soon as I saw Daryl though I was done with him, helped Officer friendly escape with the others, n here we are,”

I took a moment to process the information. He had kidnapped Glenn and Maggie. Allowed God knows what to happen to them under the command of the Governor, all to find myself and Daryl? I was unsure whether to be flattered or horrified that he would go to such lengths to get us back. In the silence his hand found one of mine, thumb running over the back of it, our fingers interlacing. For once in his life, Merle was willingly vulnerable, and cared about what someone else might think of his actions.

I looked up, eyes meeting his.

“Why?” Glenn and Maggie would likely never forgive him, and I still wasn’t sure if I could.

“Cuz I had to find ya. Ain’t no one out there got an ass like yours,” he smirked at me and I couldn’t help but smile.

“Come on, I’m serious,”

“You know why,” he paused but I stayed silent, goading him to continue talking. “Cuz I love ya, that’s why. And I didn’ know if I could keep going without you.”

That was enough for me, even if he had some serious ass kissing to do for the rest of the group.

“I love you too,” I replied, running my arms up his shoulders to loop around his neck, pulling him close as I bridged the gap between us with a kiss. Immediately he scooped me into his lap, pressing my body close against his. His teeth grazed my lower lip and I gasped lightly at the sensation. It was as if every nerve in my body was on fire as he touched me. I couldn’t believe I’d survived this long without touching him, without kissing him, and now I never wanted to stop. When we finally broke apart, I was breathless, leaning my forehead against his, not yet willing to allow any more distance than that between us. Suddenly, exhaustion washed over me, my lack of sleep the night before finally catching up to my body.

“Nap with me?” I asked. Merle just smiled, briefly kissing me again before detaching the metal from his arm, setting the blade down on the bedside table. It was the first time I had seen his arm without it since he had lost his hand. I knew he would get defensive at any sign of pity from me. I lay down and tugged him down next to me, pulling his arm around me and curling into his body so that we both fit on the narrow cot. I felt him relax against me, arm snug around my waist, other arm around my shoulders, hand tracing my face.

“I missed you,” I finally said to break the silence. “I can’t believe you’re really here,”

“I can’t believe it either,” Merle’s tone was less composed than usual, eyes far more serious. He wanted me to know that he meant what he was saying. “I ain’t ever gonna let you outta my sight again.”

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

THE PEACE MAKER

Prompt: Requested, by the lovely @banks4life

Thank you so much for your request babes, I hope you’ll like it 😉

Word Count: Bitch, grab a snack, ‘cuz this is LONG

Pairings: Roman Reigns x Reader x Seth Rollins

Warnings: +18, smut, threesome, anal sex, rough sex, car sex, dom x sub dynamic, name calling, DP (double penetration), fingering, oral sex (female receiving), angst.

Tag: @ziasaph , @marlananicole , @akiko-tanaka , @wickedsunfire , @sassymox , @nicolewoo , @saccreigns , @drewmcintyrekoccsrocbwdgfan , @mindofasagittaruis , @reigns-5sos , @auawdo , @lustyromantic , @babydee17 , @yungbludjazz360 , @theworldofotps , @new-zealand-chic

Notes: This was something people 🥵💦. I have some exciting news! 🤗 From now on I’ll have an official editor. How cool is that? This means no more misspellings for me and you get to enjoy a fic with a nice flow and correctly grammar 🤣 My editor is the incredible and amazing @rheacanbreakme , Annie is the one responsible for helping me with my writing and she is an INCREDIBLE writer as well! So please, if you can, make sure to check her out, you won’t regret it 😉 You can check out my previous fics on my Masterlist, if you’d like. Now, let’s get the fun started, shall we?

Sighing in relief, I placed my bags underneath the stairs and ran quickly towards the kitchen when I heard the commotion coming from there.

The loud screaming and cursing almost made me deaf.

“What is going on in here?” I asked

“Shut the fuck up, fool! You can’t make her cum like that, not even if you tried hard to!” Roman yelled at Seth, completely ignoring me.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Seth ran quickly towards Roman, desperately trying to throw a punch at him

“HEY, HEY, HEY” I yelled as loud as I could, stepping in between their bodies and placing one hand on the chest of both of the men

“C’mon, bitch! I ain’t afraid of you!” Roman teased Seth

“ENOUGH!” I pushed Seth away, making him finally look at me

“You’re choosing his side, Y/N?” Seth asked in disbelief

“I’m not choosing anything! I don’t even know what the hell is going on!”

“It’s pretty simple: Lover boy here was sniffing around my stuff, opened a computer folder called ‘Private’ and found some of our sex videos, did not like what he saw, even though he was the one snooping through other’s business, and now he wants to pick a fight with me because of it” Roman explained

“Seth, why did you open the folder?” I asked

“Because I wanted to see what’s up with it, since he keeps it to himself like it contains the keys to heaven or something”

“It is heaven! As you saw” Roman smirked

“I’m gonna rip your fucking head off!!” Seth ran, and I stopped him

“Seth, don’t!” I pushed him away “And you” I looked at Roman “Stop teasing him”

“He did that shit on purpose, Y/N!” Seth said

“No, I didn’t” Roman defends himself “I was showering, I left it open because I was gonna watch it after! Then you sneaked into my room and decided it was a good idea to open MY personal folder that was in MY MacBook in MY bedroom!”

“Seth, is this true?” I looked into his eyes

“I thought it was pictures or videos of him with another woman! A side chick or something”

“Bitch” Roman scoff “I don’t need a side chick! I CAN keep it in my pants, unlike some other people” Roman measured him with his eyes from head to toe

“ARGH” Seth roared, trying to attack him again

“Goddamn it, STOP!” I grabbed Seth’s face and forced him to look at me “Please, stop” I begged, and he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath

“That was low” I narrowed my eyes at Roman

“What? I didn’t lie” He said, shrugging

“Stop talking, please! You’re not helping at all!”

“Are you gonna defend him, even though he’s wrong?” Roman asked, slightly shocked

“You two, stop with this defending bullshit! I’m not picking anyone’s side! THERE ARE NO SIDES FOR ME TO PICK!” I yelled exasperated, took a deep breath and looked at them “I’m just trying to make sure that neither of you do anything dumb”

When I have both of their attention I continued

“I just got home and instead of having a welcome home kiss I almost got a welcome home punch in the face! Seth, you shouldn’t have invaded Roman’s privacy. We’re supposed to respect each other’s personal space in this house and we all know that personal belongings are off limits and the bedrooms too, unless the owner of the room allows us in. Isn’t that right?” I asked and he nodded

“Good. And Roman, I thought we were all adults who know better than to tease the other person like if we were in 8th grade when that other person is extremely nervous” I looked at him and he mouthed a ‘he started’ and I just stared at him harshly

Roman sighed “Yeah, you’re right”

After a few minutes of silence Seth says

“I have a night class at Black and Brave, so I’m just gonna head off” He whispered to me

“Ok, babe” I caressed his bearded cheek, knowing that this was his way to calm down, even though his class doesn’t start until 3 hours from now.

Seth hugged me tightly, pecking my lips

“I missed you. I’m glad you’re back home” He smiled softly

“Yeah, me too, bubba” I kissed his cheek

“See you later, baby”

“See ya, and be careful!” I followed him to the front door

Seth winked at me as he grabbed his duffle bag, and waved at me once he reached his car, which is when I closed the door

I returned to the kitchen and looked at Roman, who was sipping on a beer bottle

“Did Mrs. Soft Feelings leave already?” He asked

“Ro, that’s not nice! Don’t talk about him like that, you know I don’t like it! But yeah, he left”

“Good” He placed me on top of the kitchen island, completely ignoring what I just said “‘Cuz I’ve wanted to do this ever since I saw you”

Roman’s lips teased my own. Kissing me sensually, taking every chance to nibble at my lips.

“I missed you so fucking much” Roman sighed, hugging me tightly

“I missed you too, big dog” I squeezed his ass cheeks, making him chuckle

“So, our old videos, huh?” I asked

“I missed you. I needed something to ease the pain, you know? I couldn’t get you out of my head”

“Which head?” I giggled

“Both heads” Roman winked

“I think I can help you with that” I replied, dipping my hand inside his sweatpants

“Oh, please do” Roman moaned once my hand closed around his erection “Fuck, it feels so good” Roman rested his forehead on mine “Hmmm baby, just like that...Fuck I missed this”

Roman opened my button up shirt, sinking his head down to the top of my breasts, sucking, licking and biting.

“Your skin is so soft” He whispered against my breasts “Specially your tits. Always drive me insane”

“Roman” I moaned and he grabbed me in his arms, taking us to the living room, where he placed me on the couch before leaning back

“I wanna fuck you so bad” Roman panted, quickly removing his clothes as I did the same.

I moaned loudly when he entered me.

“Isn’t it so good to be home baby girl?” Roman chuckled, mocking me

My walls squeezed around him, making him groan loudly

“That’s so mean of you” He half moaned uncontrollably

“That’s what you get for mocking me”

“I could never!” Roman pretended to be offended, and began to pound mercilessly into me

“You’re so fucking wet...I can tell this pussy missed my cock, didn’t it baby?”

“Oh yes, daddy. So fucking much!”

“That’s it, baby. Scream for daddy”

Roman and I both screamed in pleasure as we came.

“Wanna take a bath?” Roman asked playfully

“Sure, I fucking need one” I giggled

.......................................................................................

“You’re going to sleep with him tonight?”

“Ro, please don’t start with me...You know he has the odd days this month”

“Can I persuade you into forgetting that and staying with me instead?”

“You know that’s not fair”

“Well, I think I should have some type of reward don’t you?”

“For what?”

“Not knocking his teeth down his throat for touching my stuff without permission”

I laughed “Roman, you’re a grown ass man! Please, behave yourself”

“He still deserves a punch!”

“Babe” I said as I sat up on his lap “Please, help me out?! Look” I sighed “You know I’m not one for comparison, but we both also know that it’s no secret you’re way more mature than Seth in some aspects, so I’m begging you: Please don’t do this to me! Don’t stick your head up your ass and become as childish as he is, please? I need someone to deal with the situation as an adult and I know that’s not gonna come from Seth but I do hope it comes from you” I give him some puppy eyes for an extra effects

Roman sighed “Fine. You won! I’ll be the mature one”

“Thank you” I squealed, hugging him tightly

“Yeah, yeah” He chuckled “But I’m already letting you know that the next time he touches my stuff I will break his teeth AND his fingers!”

“Noted!”

…………………………………………………............................

I was waiting for Seth, laying down on his bed, when his bedroom door opened.

“Hey bubba” I smiled, opening my arms for him

Seth smiled widely, jumped on the bed and hugged me tightly

“Ah, I missed this” He said, inhaling the perfume on my neck

I giggled, asking “So, how was the night class?”

“Good, but I know what can be better” He smirked, pinning me down on the mattress...

The next morning I had an early class at college so I was the first one to wake up, followed by Seth

“What are you doing up so soon?” He asked, hugging me from behind as I waited for my toast to be ready

“I have an early class”

“Come back to bed” He mumbled against my shoulder

“Bubba, I can’t!” I chuckled softly “You know that”

“But we miss you” Seth pressed his hard on against my butt cheeks

“I know but I really can’t” I turned around and softly kissed his neck “But we can fix that later if you‘d like” I winked at him

Seth sighed heavily “Fine” He murmured, slightly upset

“C’mon bubs, don’t be like that” I hugged him tightly “I need papa waiting for me when I come back home” I smiled when his eyes shifted to his Dom mode, which often happened whenever I called him papa

“Are you gonna let me make a video with you too, so I can have my own?” Seth asked, with a raspy voice

“I’ll let you do whatever you want with me” I leaned forward, reached his ear and whispered “Papa” Giggling, when I felt the pressure of his grip around my neck

“We’re going to have so much fun when you come back” Seth laughed coldly

“Hmmm, I can’t wait for it!”

.......................................................................................

As soon as I got home, I opened the front door and felt a forceful tug on my right arm

“Ouch, Seth what the fuck?” I asked

The only reply I received was being tossed on his shoulder as he ran to his bedroom.

From the couch, Roman just stared at us until our figures disappeared up the stairs.

Seth loudly shut his bedroom door, soon after saying “Take your clothes off, now!” He quickly set up his phone upon the night stand and he took the lube bottle out of his bedside table

I gave him a questioning look and he said

“I’m about to fucking explode! I really cannot endure foreplay. Not right now!”

Seth squirted some lube on his length and rubbed his cock all over my folds, making me moan loudly.

Soon after, we heard the front door open and close forcefully.

“Uh, somebody must be having a bad day” Seth laughed, amused

I slapped his shoulder lightly “Don’t talk about him like that”

Seth’s eyes grew dark and suddenly I had one hand around my neck, choking me hard and another hand rubbing my clit in fast circles.

“Since when do you hit me like that? Have you forgot who’s in charge, princess? Does papa have to remind you about that?”

I can feel my eyes closing from both pleasure and pain, and my mind going numb from the choking.

Seth quickly loosened the pressure around my neck and lightly slapped my face

“No no no, you’re not gonna pass out on me now, are you?” He laughed deviously “I love when you get like that, speechless...whenever that happens, you become my favorite play toy! Just laying there, all pretty and quiet, just waiting for me to fuck you...use you as I like” Seth bit my cheek “Don’t you like being used, baby?” He asked, staring at me

“Yes, I love it” I panted

“Of course you love it!” Seth licked from my chin to my lips “You love it because, you’re my filthy little whore” He chuckled and quickly began to fuck me until I was screaming uncontrollably

……………………………………………………..

It is the next day and I’m leaving the main building on campus when I heard someone honk, and then call for me. I turned around to find Roman

“Hi, baby girl” He smiled widely

I leaned on the driver’s window to give him a kiss

“What are you doing here?” I asked, surprised

“Well, I just left the gym and I remembered that you leave college earlier on friday’s so I came to pick you up” Roman winked

“Are you leaving already?” He asked

“Yep!” I answered, giving him my books and backpack so he could toss it on the back seat, while I made my way to the passenger’s seat

“Why didn’t you let me know you were coming? I could have waited for you in the front building”

“Nah, it’s ok. I didn’t take that long to find you” He cackled “And also because I wanted to surprise you” Roman took my hand in his, intertwining our fingers and placing a soft kiss on the back of my hand

“Well, I’m happy you came to pick me up” I leaned forward and placed a kiss on the side of his full lips

“C’mon, really? We haven’t been together in two days and that’s all I get? An ‘I’m a virgin, please be gentle’ kiss?” He laughed

“What?” I played dumb

“Baby...c’mon, show your man some love, will you?” Roman placed one big hand on my thigh and squeezed

“Ro, you’re driving. We can’t do that!” I pretended to be in shock with his request

“You really gonna make me stop the car and fuck you in the middle of the street? Because you know I will!”

“Of course you wouldn’t!” I teased, knowing that would make him park the car and fuck me senseless.

Roman quickly pulled over, next to an alley and turned the car off. Unbuckling his seatbelt, Roman said

“Take off your panties and straddle my lap” He pulled his half hard cock out of his pants, licked his palm and began to stroke it to complete hardness.

Just the sight of his rock hard member was enough to make me damp. I straddled his lap and Roman teased me with the tip of his cock, rubbing up and down my folds, from my clit to my entrance.

“Daddy, please” I begged

“What do you want, baby girl? Tell daddy”

“I want you to fuck me, please...Please fuck me good like only you can do” I pleaded

Roman finally stopped teasing me after my last plea, and entered my core.

“Fuck daddy...so deep” I gasped

He grabbed me by my hair, pulling me forcefully to him. Kissing my lips like his life depended on it

“You like me buried deep inside of you, don’t you baby?” Roman panted

“I love it! I love it so fucking much” I moaned

Romans thrusts were vigorous and merciless. Even though we didn’t had that much space in the car, he still managed to find the perfect angle to make me feel dizzy.

“Fuck, look at that” He pulled the front of my dress up, so he could see his dick going in and out of me “Look how well you take me, baby. How you take every fucking inch...You’re so fucking perfect” Roman said, pulling my face to his and kissing my lips, while he grabbed two fistfuls of my hair, to keep me in place….

…………………………………………………………………………

Saturday’s night are always low for the three of us, not much to do unless we decided to chill on the couch and watch some tv. But since finals are coming, I was finishing one of my reports in my room when I heard the beginning of an argument coming faintly from the living room.

I rolled my eyes before making my way downstairs, to see what the problem was this time, which happened to be the fourth time today I had to settle an argument between the boys.

“What the hell? Can’t you two stop fighting for one goddamn second?” I screamed

“He started it” They said at the same time

*I swear, it’s like living with children* I thought to myself

“What is it?” I asked, briefly

“He ate my greek yogurt” Roman said

“I was hungry! And I didn’t see your name on it, pal” Seth answered

“I’m the only one in this house who eats the fucking yogurt!” Roman yelled

“Well, I was in the mood to eat it and so I did! As far as I remember, the food is for everybody who lives here, isn’t it?” Seth asked, placing his hands on his hips

“But the yogurt was mine!” Roman roared

“Enough!” I screamed “Shut the fuck up the both of you, now!” I tugged at my hair in exasperation

They stared at me speechless and I used that moment to let my anger flow

“I can’t believe that two grown ass men in their thirties are fighting over yogurt! You have got to be kidding me! I can’t understand how me, in my 21 years old, have to intervene in your stupid and pointless baby level of immaturity fights! I’m tired of being the only adult in this fucking house and as far as I’m concerned, you two can literally kill each other from now on, because I DON’T GIVE A DAMN ANYMORE!” I yelled and returned to my bedroom.

One hour later, I heard a knock on my bedroom door, but decided to ignore it.

The knocking persisted, until I yelled

“What?”

“Can we come in?” Seth asked

“No!” I answered

“C’mon baby girl, please? We just want to apologize to you, that’s all” Roman said

“Yeah? What for? Just so you can begin fighting again 30 minutes from now?” I spat

“Babe, please hear us out? We’re begging you” Seth said

I opened my bedroom door and found them standing there, with matching guilty looks on their faces

“Fine, but if you start arguing again-“

“We won’t” Both responded in unison

I made my way to my bed and they both entered the room.

“Talk” I said, when I sat at the edge of my the bed

“We would like to apologize to you, for all the bickering and fighting” Seth said

“Yeah, we realized that it senseless and uncalled for” Roman began

“And stupid, childish, annoying, ridiculous” I interrupted him

“True, it’s just that, we ended up getting caught up in the stress of everything, letting the pent up anger out on each other, and didn’t even realized how much stress we caused you by acting like we did” Seth said, coming closer to the bed and sitting by my side “Do you forgive me?” He whispered

I sighed heavily “Yes, I do, bubba” I pecked his lips

“And what about me?” Roman asked, now also sitting by my side

“Of course I forgive you too, handsome” I also pecked his lips

“Would you let us make it up to you?” Seth whispered in my ear

“Yes”

I gasped when Seth’s lips began to kiss my neck, while Roman quickly grabbed the hem of my oversized t-shirt and pulled up, revealing my naked body underneath it. Wasting no time, Roman sucked one nipple into his mouth as Seth turned my head towards him, so he could kiss my lips.

I moaned softly when Seth’s fingers began to rub my clit and Roman’s lips took over kissing me passionately.

“You like this, don’t you babe? You’re so fucking wet” Seth moaned, dipping two fingers in me

“What do you need, baby?” Roman asked as Seth’s fingers moved at a frantic pace

“I need your mouth on me, daddy. As papa’s fingers fuck me” I said, making Roman smirk

He leaned down and began to suck my clit as Seth finger fucked me.

It didn’t take me long to reach my orgasm, cumming hard.

“Who do you want where, baby girl?” Roman briefly asked

“I want you on my pussy first” I answered

Roman positioned himself on my entrance as Seth stood behind me, with the lube on his hand

Roman buried himself deeply and waited for Seth to enter my puckered hole before they began to thrust, finding a rhythm that could be pleasurable for the three of us.

“Oh, just like that” I moaned when they found the perfect pace

“Hmmm, baby you’re even tighter” Roman moaned “Do you like when Seth fucks your ass while I fuck your pussy, baby?” He asked

“Oh yes, I fucking love it! I feel so fucking full!” I panted

“You love being full with dick, right baby?” Seth whispered softly

“So fucking much!” I giggled

“You ready to switch?” Roman asked Seth

“Fuck yeah!” Was his answer

They switched and I felt even fuller. With Roman now in my ass and being thicker than Seth, he pushed my walls tighter, making it difficult for Seth to enter me

“Fuck, fuck, fuck I’m gonna cum” Seth moaned loudly once he finally entered me

“Don’t you fucking dare” I screamed, moaning

Roman began to move and so did Seth. The feeling was so good, I was literally drooling all over myself

“Fuck babe, you’re drooling. You look so fucking hot!” Seth said in awe

“Are you drooling because it feels so good, baby girl?” Roman asked

“Yes, daddy” I squealed

“Roman, she’s gonna cum...fuck, she’s so tight” Seth said as he began to cum, triggering my own release

Roman quickly pulled out and came on my ass, moaning and panting

The three of us crashed into the mattress, giggling and sighing.

“This was fun” Roman said

“Yeah, it was really hot” Seth laughed

“Would you like to do that again?” I smirked

“Fuck yeah!” They answered

As one bearded face moved to my breasts and the other one roamed down to my...

Please if you’re comfortable with it, let me know your thoughts on this? Feedbacks are always appreciated 🥰😘

[cipheress-to-k-pop]

Hi hi! I was wondering if you could do a dick Grayson x Avatar like fem reader with either a jealous Babs or Zatanna I hope that made sense🥲

True Love’s Kiss

Pairing: Dick Grayson as Nightwing x Reader

Warnings: I don’t think so

Word Count: 4.1K

@writing2sirvive : Hi love, me again but with a request this time. If you have time of course. I was thinking true love’s kiss with Dick Grayson. You can go crazy with it because I know you love Dick Grayson as much as I do. Btw I love your writing so much.

A/N: I think I did it wrong...cuz even though this is a Dick Grayson x reader fic, it’s mostly centred around reader and Zatanna???? Sorry about that???

You were fine with knowing that Dick was still friends with most of his exes. You completely accepted that he was able to keep functional relationships with most of them. In fact, it showed you how amicable and neutral Dick was and how he never held any grudges against people.

Of course, you were surprised by the sheer number. And the fact that he seems to interact with them practically every day. But eventually you managed not to let yourself get too bothered by it.

I mean, how could you? Barbara was the smartest, funniest, most approachable person you had ever met. She always made sure not to overstep her boundaries and was unusually open with you, given that Dick was her ex-boyfriend.

Raquel was adventurous and fun and you always had a good time when you were around her. She was another one who was respectful of your relationship. She never brought up her past flings with Dick, nor did she ever try and put you down. In fact, she was one of the people who really shipped the two of you.

You liked most of his exes. To the point where it made Dick kind of uncomfortable.

You liked most of his exes.

Ever since you had joined the team, being introduced as Nightwing’s significant other, Zatanna had been a constant thorn in your side. She was nice and sweet but there was something about her that rubbed you the wrong way. You could tell almost immediately that she wasn’t quite over her relationship with Dick. Short as it was.

Or maybe she was just the type of person who didn’t want someone, but didn’t want others to have the same person either.

Nonetheless, being around her put you constantly on edge. You lost count of how many times she redirected a conversation to be about her previous relationship with your boyfriend. ‘Oh, Dick took you to a fancy restaurant for your birthday? Well, I remember back when we were dating, he threw a huge party for me on mine.’

‘Oh, you celebrated your one-year anniversary with Dick in Paris? Well during our 3-month-aversary he bought me an expensive necklace.’

It didn’t bother you in the slightest. At least, not in the way that she hoped. It didn’t make you insecure or doubt or feel intimidated by her. It was just an annoyance that you couldn’t shake off, like the teacher you didn’t like or your annoying neighbour.

Unfortunately, Zatanna couldn’t take a hint that it made you and your friends (Barbara and Raquel included) uncomfortable and slightly irritated. Yet, everyone was just waiting for you to express the slightest distaste, not wanting to step on your toes. However, they were quick to change the topic in case they thought she was going too far.

Dick had been blissfully unaware of everything and you wanted to keep it that way. The last thing you needed was this turning into some sort of issue, especially since Zatanna was still his teammate.

However today you had enough.

You could look past Zatanna’s petty jealousy but allowing the jealousy to come to the forefront during a mission was where you drew the line.

Dick, M’Gann and Conner had been on a covert mission for Batman and out of the country and under team vote decided that you should be made in charge until he returned, since you were the only other older member (other than Zatanna but you were voted leader unanimously. Something you were extremely proud about). That was well and good, until you had been given a mission.

Regardless of how much you did not want to work with Zatanna without the others there to wrangle her, you had to put your personal feelings aside when you had a mission to complete.

You thought you could both be professionals about it and act like mature adults.

You were dead wrong.

If it wasn’t disagreements, it was insubordination. If it wasn’t insubordination, it was blatant arrogance. She questioned your judgment in front of the other members and even had the nerve to argue with you about mission strategies. You were trying to look out for everyone and put yourself in the line of fire since the squad members were better at stealth.

Zatanna seemed to think you were trying to steal the show and insisted that she be partnered with you even though you wanted someone with the younger members to keep them safe.

When you relented and agreed to go stealth, she accused you of ducking out and intentionally trying to put her in danger. The others had to watch as steam practically came out of your ears when you relented once again and decided you’d be with her because you honestly couldn’t argue with her much longer.

As if that wasn’t infuriating enough.

The straw that broke the camel’s back was when she refused to work as a team, putting the mission at risk and nearly getting the both of you hurt. She was fighting on her own, not bothering to have your back and going into it alone. Obviously, the two of you were overpowered quickly once they realized that you were pretty much behaving solo.

Luckily, the others pulled through and got you both out of there before anything horrible happened.

You sat in the ship, jaw clenched so tightly that they swore they could hear your teeth cracking, fists nearly white as you tried to control your anger and keep yourself from screaming at her while you were still in the air.

Once the ship landed in the docking bay and Zatanna was the first one to leave without saying another word, you snapped.

“What the hell did you think you were doing today!” You growled out, fisting her collar and stopping her in her tracks.

“What are you talking about?” She feigned innocence and you felt your skin burning. Everything around you faded out and all you could feel was fury. In hindsight, you would have liked to handle this issue in a more refined manner, but you honestly couldn’t care.

So, you didn’t notice the rest of the team, along with the a few members of the Justice League watching you chew Zatanna out.

Whatever would keep you from lighting her on fire was enough.

“I’m talking about putting the mission, not to mention ourselves in jeopardy, all because you can’t stop acting like a spoilt brat!” You hissed.

She rolled her eyes and you and the thought of strangling her briefly crossed your mind before she shoved your hands off her, dusting herself off like your fingerprints were dirt, “You need to stop blaming others for your inadequacy.”

She turned on her heel sharply and walked away. Blood pounded through your ears and your fingers twitched by their sides before you formed a whip of water from the bay and lashed it against her feet.

Zatanna, caught off guard, was thrown across the room before she caught herself with a muttered spell and turned around, glaring at you furiously.

“We’re going to settle things, right here, right now!”

“If you would stop being so insecure, then we could sort out our differences like mature adults!” She screamed back at you and before you could control it, flames erupted from beneath your feet and raced towards her, scorching the ground beneath it.

Each puff of breath you took released sparks. Zatanna immediately got into an offensive stance, levitating one of the weapons crates and chucking at you. You blocked it effortlessly using a wall of earth before throwing an inferno at her.

You kept fighting, flames and splashes of water going into the air every time you collided. The others watched in fear as you both raced towards each other, it looked like neither of you were holding back.

Before you could strike her again, you were being pulled away by Superman and as Zatanna was by Batman, they both pulled you yards apart. Even with his strong, authoritative grip on you, you couldn’t stop thrashing in his arms, throwing gusts of air at her.

“(Y/N). Enough.” Superman spoke in your ear and you calmed down, relaxing in his grip. He let you go after and you winced, feeling your skin bruise where he grabbed you. He gave you an apologetic glance at that.

“You both have to put your differences aside and work as a team or you won’t be allowed to go on any more missions.” Batman told you, voice firm but it didn’t shake you.

“No, Zatanna is going to have to put her issues with me aside and learn that when I have been elected as leader of the squad then you are supposed to put your petty jealousy aside and know your place.” You spat.

“You weren’t right for the position!”

“I did everything right! And if it hadn’t been for you, we wouldn’t have been under open fire tonight!”

“You’re not the boss of me!”

“When I am the leader of the squadron then I am! And you’re meant to listen and not question my judgement because you’re being blinded by your pathetic jealously!”

“I’m not jealous of you!”

“Oh, please! That’s the biggest load of crap I’ve heard from you and it was all proved today! Admit it! You were immature and fucking stupid because you can’t get over that fact that you dated Dick for what? 3 months?”

“That’s because he’s supposed to be with me!” 

“LIKE HELL HE IS!” You roared.

Batman felt a little helpless watching the two of you scream at each other. All this fighting? Over a boy? His son, no less? He had other sons and you were free to have your pick. But at this point, he wasn’t even sure what to say.

“You just can’t seem to accept the fact that he doesn’t love you anymore! Get over it! Because he certainly has!” You shouted, spinning on your heel and stomping away from her, determined to have the last word. Superman sighed in relief. He thought another fight would break out.

“You’re just insecure because you know that if he had the chance, he would come crawling back to me!”

A chill went done your spine and you felt cold fury run through your veins, turning around to glare at her murderously and clenching your hands tightly. You were so angry your feet were rooted to the floor, body seizing up slightly.

The others looked anxiously between the two of you as you glared at each other for a minute before you spoke with the calmest, yet most terrifying voice they’ve ever heard from you.

“Zatanna, you can try your damn hardest to win him back. But I promise you, you’re never going to get what you want.” You told her darkly, before walking away.

As Zatanna glared at your receding figure she decided she was going to prove you wrong.

***

To keep you from fighting with Zatanna again, when Batman came to you with a solo mission you couldn’t agree fast enough. Even though you knew you’d miss Dick’s homecoming, you still wanted to get the hell away from here. Not like you’d be missing anything important, other than Zatanna fawning over him.

You’d get to tell him how much you missed him in private anyway.

As soon as you were out of the cave, you couldn’t help the relief that filled your bones. You had been so on edge the past few days, still furious with her so the distance between the two of you was appreciated.

When Dick got home, he was ecstatic to see you again. It had been nearly 3 weeks since he had last held you and his skin was practically buzzing with excitement when he reached a cave, desperate to hug you, kiss you, touch you.

He got to the mess hall quickly, running all the way there and when he opened the door, he was instantly disappointed. You weren’t there.

“Where’s (Y/N)?” He asked Beast Boy, hoping he would tell him that you were just back at your apartment or that you had gone out for a while and would be back soon but he felt his heart sink when Gar gave him a sympathetic smile.

“She’s on a mission for a week.”

“A mission? Who’s with her?”

“No one. It’s a solo mission.”

Now he was worried. You usually didn’t take solo missions, liking to work in a team, knowing that there would be people who would be watching your back was reassuring. He knew you were more than skilled to handle a solo mission but not being by your side made him nervous and slightly antsy.

He was also upset that you weren’t here. So, he decided to do the most adult thing. Go home and sulk in bed while holding your sweatshirt that smelt like you.

But apparently the world had something against him because when he was about to go through the Zeta tube he was intercepted. By non other than Zatanna.

Now, poor clueless Dick had no idea that you had thrown hands with Zatanna just a day ago and was the reason why you weren’t there to welcome him when he got back. If he had he would’ve sulked at her and whined loudly for her to hear while he dragged his feet.

But, poor clueless Dick had absolutely no idea Zatanna was the reason he was being deprived of your kisses. So, he just smiled brightly at her and asked her if she needed anything.

“As a matter of fact, I found an old spell and I need someone to test it out on!”

“I don’t know how I feel about being your non-scientific experiment, Z.”

“Come on, it’s totally harmless, I promise.”

“I don’t know...”

“Don’t you trust me?”

He did. But there was just something about this situation that made him uncomfortable. Maybe it was because he missed you like crazy and just wanted to go home and sulk until you came back. Maybe it was because he felt uncomfortable to go somewhere private with his ex-girlfriend without telling you first. Or maybe it was because of the way Zatanna felt the need to guilt him into it.

Nevertheless, he agreed, albeit reluctantly and went to her room. Inside Zatanna had a bunch of ruins written on a paper and some weird poultices beside it.

“Now this isn’t going to work unless you give me your consent.” She informed, bustling about the room and Dick suddenly felt the air was a little stuffy.

“What do you mean by consent? Consent for what?”

“It’s a love spell.” She told him, smiling slyly but he couldn’t quite understand why. His hands got a little clammy at the announcement. What did she mean by love spell? Was she trying to get him to fall in love with her? Why would she be so open about it then? Especially when she knew he was in love with someone else?

“What do you mean?”

“Oh relax, stop being so tense. It’s just a love spell that proves who you truly love.” She said, immediately noticing how stiff his body was. Though she chalked it up to confusion. Dick was simply confused about who he loved, he was clouded by his attraction to you and he felt guilty about being unfaithful. But deep down, he really loved her. And this spell would prove it.

“In the olden ages, people would use it on their wedding to prove that their significant other truly loved them.”

He nodded, mouth falling open with realization. He already knew what the answer would be so why even bother? He assumed it was because Zatanna was curious to whether it actually worked.

“Too bad (Y/N) isn’t here, I mean I know who I love but I’d like to try it out on her. I mean, who takes a mission the day before their boyfriend comes back to town.” He complained, more to himself but Zatanna still heard it.

“Anyway, can I cast it on you?”

“Sure, couldn’t hurt.”

Oh, how he’d come to know just how wrong he was.

***

You raced through the halls, panicked, hearing your heart beat out of your chest as you sprinted to the Med Bay. Even though you were running as quick as possible you still pumped your legs to run faster, needing to get there quickly.

As soon as you saw Zatanna outside the Med Bay, you skidded to a stop in front of her and grabbing her collar, pinning her against the wall. She hit it with a thud and she saw white for a second when her head collided with the hard surface.

It was then you got a good look at her face. Her eyes were red and face wet. Her lips were bitten until they bled. You gritted your teeth, grip tightening around the collar as tears pricked your eyes.

“What the hell did you do!”

She whimpered, eyes getting glossy again before she started crying, incomprehensible words leaving her lips and you snarled before shaking her again, “You don’t get to cry! What the hell did you do to him!”

“It was a love spell!” She cried out, “It was supposed to reveal who he truly loves.”

“AND?!”

“It’s activated by a kiss.” She sniffled, “And I did.”

“Is it done?” Dick asked just as she finished casting the spell. His body was enveloped by a slight glow that was only visible to her and Zatanna’s lips curled when she realized it had worked. Now there was only one thing left to do.

“Yep.” She said, slinking over to his side and he pouted curiously.

“Are you sure? I don’t feel any different. You said it was supposed to reveal who I love. What happened?”

“We’re gonna find that out. Hold still.” She said, smiling and wrapping her arms around his neck to press a kiss to his lips. Dick froze, feeling her lips move against his and his mind went blank for a second before his chest contracted painfully.

He gasped against her mouth, before his legs buckled and he tumbled to the ground. Zatanna’s eyes widened when she saw the way his body twitched, pained gasps leaving his mouth and tears began falling from his eyes.

“Are you okay?!” She panicked, wrapping her arms around his thrashing figure but he couldn’t choke out an answer.

“Someone help! Anyone! Please!”

“A kiss doesn’t put people through cardiac arrest!” You screamed, feeling your chest tighten as you heard it out loud for the first time. Your eyes began burning and your throat contracted, feeling tears build. It was the first time you had admitted it to yourself.

You were scared. Emotions that you could barely process or understand swirled around you in a dark cloud and you were scared that Dick wouldn’t make it out of his critical state. If he was taken away from you because you hadn’t been there to stop it, you would never forgive yourself.

“I’m sorry.” She whimpered, sobbing and her body went limp in your fists. The urge to rip her head off her shoulders resurfaced. She didn’t get to be upset, not when this was all her fault.

“I don’t give a shit.” You hissed, “How do we save him?”

“A true love’s kiss should stop all the side effects.” She whispered, looking up at you with wide eyes, “If Dick truly loves you, then when you kiss him, it’ll reverse the spell.”

You needed to get in there.

You released your hold and Zatanna and she slid to the floor pathetically, holding her body as she cried. But even with her heartbroken sobs, you couldn’t feel any sort of remorse to her, glaring at her instead, “You better hope this works. Or I’ll kill you myself.”

And then you rushed in.

When you got to Dick’s side your breath stuttered when you noticed just how many things he was connected to and you felt your body shake. Batman was carefully watching him from his bedside.

You carefully walked to his side, gently brushing your fingers against his cheekbone. He looked like he was in so much pain. He looked so weak. You wanted to help him but a part of you was scared. For the first time in your life, you doubted Dick’s feelings for you.

The time you needed his love and devotion to be true the most, you were doubtful. A million thoughts rushed through your head and for a second you were tempted to just avoid doing this at all. But you knew that you had to at least try.

So, with trembling hands, you held the ventilator fastened to his mouth, taking a deep breath before tugging it off. Batman, already knowing what you were about to do, let you pull it off him before pressing a fluttering kiss to his lips. Tears gathered underneath your lashes when you didn’t feel anything happen.

Just when you were about to pull away, Dick took a deep breath through his nose and panted against your mouth, kissing you more firmly. You couldn’t help the sob that bubbled out of your throat and he swallowed it without any qualms.

Even through bleary vision, you were able to make out his blue eyes and the small smile on his face. 

His hands came up to weakly cup for cheeks, gently wiping away the tears with his thumbs, “I missed you.”

You sniffled, letting more tears fall because you knew he’d be here to wipe them away, “I missed you too.”

***

Bonus:

You walked into the mess hall quietly. Dick had just fallen asleep in the Med Bay where he would be kept for a couple days under observation. It was past 1 in the night and you wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed but you had some unfinished business left to handle.

It was dark and it was hard to make out your surroundings until your eyes adjusted to the darkness. As you walked to the kitchen island, your eyes landed on the sorceress that had her head in her arms and wondered if she was asleep. Batman had said you were free to deal with her anyway you liked and that had been exactly your plan.

“He’s okay now, if you’re curious.” You told her. Her head shot up and she looked at you out of the corner of her eye before bowing it away shamefully. But you caught a glance at her face. She looked like she had been crying for hours, eyes bloodshot and face red and blotchy.

“Thank god.” She croaked out.

There was a beat of silence.

“I’m so so sorry, (Y/N).” Zatanna whimpered out before crying again, “You were right. I was jealous. And I did a crazy, wrong thing. And I’m so sorry.”

You sighed, nodding at her apology even though you knew she couldn’t see you. You weren’t sure if you accepted it, and you didn’t have to. For now, it could remain in the air.

“He really doesn’t love me....” She whispered out and you sighed once again, stepping up beside her and setting something on the table.

Zatanna glanced at the bottle of tequila and the two shot glasses you left. You didn’t look at her, instead choosing to stare straight ahead. You opened the bottle, pouring yourself a shot before tilting your head back and downing it, hissing at the burn.

“Obligatory break-up drink.” You mumbled, pouring her a shot and passing the glass to her.

She sniffled, looking at the glass in her hands before gulping it down. You took a deep breath, refilling the glasses. You still didn’t look at her, didn’t speak to her, just poured a refill when either of you finished and downed it in one gulp. The excitement from today and the tense feeling from sitting beside Zatanna kept you from getting drunk too early.

You two ended up finishing half the bottle, drinking in the dark until she passed out first and you followed soon after.

The others found you the next morning, passed out at the kitchen island, clutching empty shot glasses.

***

Bonus bonus:

Batman sighed, smelling the overwhelming scent of tequila as he came closer. None of them were able to wake either of you up. You were out cold, face scrunched up and head against the table in a position that would no doubt have your neck in a crick.

Zatanna was no better. Her hair was a mess, tequila spilt on her clothes and she was drooling all over the table, snoring unattractively.

“All this over a boy?”

Forever Taglist:

@simonsbluee

DC Taglist:

@emmacata

@p--e--a--c--h--e--s

@sometimeseverythingsucks

@sokkas-honour

@unstable1902

@lostgirlheart

@missdisapear

@tadpole-san

[kujakumai]

cleaned up old WIP, 2800 words, AU where Yami Bakura succeeds in switching hosts in DK and Mokuba makes friends with an evil ghost. Not going to be continued but it literally would not leave my brain alone until I finished it.

Things were not going according to plan.

The plan was to take control of a soulless puppet, an easy vessel incapable of interfering with his ends. He had the vessel, had accomplished that much, but he was not expecting the pharaoh and his little friends to succeed and convince Pegasus to give everyone their souls back. So now not only was there a second person in this body he had to keep suppressed, but now he was stuck impersonating a child, smiling through an awkward reunion and then placed onto a helicopter next to a gangly high school student who was watching him like a hawk.

The spirit-that-was-no-longer-Yami-Bakura knew that he was supposed to be Mokuba, but he did not remember the tall one's name. K-something. He had a stupid jacket and hardly took his eyes off him the entire ride, as if he thought his little brother was going to disappear in a puff of smoke when he wasn't looking. Annoying. Infuriating. Luckily it did not seem he wanted to talk, or at least accepted silence. No one expects recent kidnapping victims to say much, which was a boon. A little dazed, a little quiet, a little off, and no one really found it unusual.

They dropped off the pharaoh and his friends, and finally landed at a gaudy and ostentatious house so large it took him a second to realize it was a home at all, an absurd monument to decadence with grounds full of ugly topiaries. Wealth, then. Perhaps this wouldn't be so bad. He could work with this. The rich kid in the stupid coat quietly held his hand the entire walk up the driveway, until they entered a foyer just as gilded and obscene as the outside had been.

No, things were not going to plan, and playing grade-schooler was awkward and an insult to his dignity, and he was farther away from the other millennium items as he ever had been. He would have to grit his teeth through it until he could figure out the next step. In the meantime, perhaps, enjoy some amenities.

Richie rich sighed, relaxed his shoulders the moment they got inside. He looked at who he thought was his little brother and gave him a small, exhausted but genuine smile. He struggled with what to say next.

"Mokuba," he said, "I have to check on a few things in my office. See what kind of damage they did. Do you want to come with me?"

"No." Finally, a chance to be out of this idiot's sight.

This answer seemed to surprise him, a twitch of skepticism. "Will you be okay by yourself?"

He nodded. Keep answers short, when you're impersonating.

His face betrayed more skepticism, concern, and the tiniest hint of disappointment. As if rich kid himself was the one who was scared to be alone in his own house. He accepted the answer, though, to the spirit's relief.

Rich kid bent down and pulled him into a tight hug and ruffled his hair. "We'll get something special for dinner, okay? And ice cream."

"I do like ice cream." This was true. Ryou Bakura almost never bought ice cream, and when he did it was the stupid healthy kind that everyone knew shouldn't even really qualify as ice cream, which was another reason he was a terrible host. That and the fact that he was startlingly pale and had the upper body strength of a limp noodle and the personality of skim milk. This would be better, even if he had to deal with the abrupt drop in height.

Rich kid headed off towards the staircase with another tired but trying-to-be-reassuring smile, and it was then that the spirit of the ring felt an annoyance in the back of his brain. A presence. A scratching, biting, flailing presence, screeching mad, which he had been suppressing for a while now but finally broke through.

get out get out get out get out give it back its MINE get out

The host, awake. What a bother. More rambunctious than Bakura, then? No matter. He could handle a child.

that was MY hug and MY headpat and MY big brother and you can't have them he's been gone for ages and they're mine not yours get out get out get out

The spirit pushed back, ignored him. Shush. He had planned to hold this body alone, and he did not intend to go back to sharing. If you're good, I might let you have it back for a little while later.

shut up go away go away go away go AWAY

And then Mokuba Kaiba did something, something the spirit was not accustomed to or expecting at all, something which Ryou Bakura had never been willing or able to do. He shoved, violently, and the spirit of the ring was ripped out of control with some amount of panic.

"SETOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

Why you insolent little--

Seto Kaiba was not aware of the mental turf war happening over his little brothers body. What he did see was his brother scream his name and fall down, and the whole room echoed with a metal clatter as his briefcase fell on the floor and he ran towards him.

--

The ring had been discarded unceremoniously to a side table, and not-Bakura-and-not-Mokuba-either had no choice but to wait and observe, as a pediatrician on a sudden housecall shined lights in the boy's eyes and rich kid, who the spirit had since gleaned was named Seto Kaiba, looked on in worry.

"You said you heard a voice?" The doctor asked.

"Uh-huh. I think it lives in the necklace."

"You got that thing at Pegasus's house?" Kaiba asked, in disbelief.

"I don't remember. I was just wearing it when I woke up."

"What did the voice say?" the doctor continued, professionally ignoring any talk about magic necklaces.

"Not a lot. It was kind of mean."

"I see." She turned to Kaiba. "He's fine, physically. You might want a psychologist." and Seto Kaiba made what could politely be referred to as A Face. This was not what he wanted to hear, this was news that worried and annoyed him in equal measure, and to some degree was news he had half-expected.

"He's had a rough few months. I'll look into it." and she was dismissed, and Mokuba hopped down from the counter.

"Can we order pizza?" he asked, with big pleading eyes.

Kaiba watched him with dry amusement. "Mokuba, you can have anything you want from any restaurant in a forty mile radius."

"And I want pizza. Real pizza, from somewhere that doesn't also serve caviar."

"Cheap pizza?"

He nodded very seriously. "The grossest greasiest cheapest."

"I can do that. Anything else you want?"

Mokuba's eyes lit up, and soon he was dragging Kaiba by the hand towards somewhere else in the house. "I got to this really hard level in my game I can't get past and I wanted to see if you could beat it, and I found this really cool video I wanted to show you, and I got a really good report card you never saw, and--" and months worth of pent up requests were tumbling out rapid fire, and Kaiba was smiling with affection and some amount of relief.

Loud and clingy, then, was the normal and expected behavior. The spirit of the ring made note of this, as he lie abandoned.

--

The ring was still sitting on a side table, in Mokuba's bedroom, apparently because no one knew what to with it or thought it mattered much. This was a problem. The spirit couldn't do anything without a host, and now everyone was suspicious, these stupid rich people worried too much and paid too much attention.

He was forced to sit there all night, pondering about how he was going to get out of this mess, when at one or two in the morning he observed Mokuba wake up, and rub his eyes, and hop out of bed. He did not turn the light on, but he did check the time, and reach under his bed to retrieve what appeared to be a small backpack. He took it with him as he moved quietly towards the door, and the spirit saw his chance.

Hey, kid. He was near enough to speak into his head. Maybe this wasn't a dead end.

"You!" Mokuba stopped in his tracks and looked right at the ring.

Yes, me. This could be salvaged, he thought, concocting a plan. This was a child. Play friendly ghost and imaginary friend. Surely it would not be hard to weasel himself into the good graces of a sixth grader.

Mokuba glared at the ring with suspicion. "I don't think Seto believed me when I said you could talk, but I knew it." He picked it up delicately by the string to examine.

Where on earth are you going at this time of night?

Mokuba was the current host, technically, so there was a connection, and 11 year olds are not particularly used to or adept at hiding their own thoughts, especially inside their own heads. The answer, if not in words but in abstract concept, was provided instantly as it bubbled to mind. He was going to the kitchen, as he did once or twice a week, not their personal kitchen but the house staff kitchen, where he would move a chair to stand on the counter to reach the very back of the highest shelf of the third cupboard to the left, which was where one of the cleaning staff kept a pile of chocolate so he could cheat on his diet without his wife knowing, a fact Mokuba knew through surreptitious eavesdropping. Mokuba's end was to steal just enough of it that he wouldn't be noticed, and add it to a stash of snacks and other shiny trinkets currently hidden in the bottom of a pile of legos in his closet.

...You steal food to hide in your closet? Why would a child who lived in a three-story mansion need to steal?

Mokuba was only mildly perturbed by the fact that someone had just read his mind. He was mainly curious, now. "Our dad didn't like junk food, so I always took stuff to keep around." he explained, "I guess I don't really have to anymore, 'cuz Seto will let me have whatever I want, but--" he faltered, unable to finish or give a reason.

There wasn't a reason, and Mokuba knew that. There was no need to sneak or stash or steal anymore, but he kept doing it, irrationally, for reasons that confused him, a complicated swirl of things a child could not name or understand but were very easy for the spirit to read. Fear; compulsion; habit; the illusion of safety; the sense that your life was precarious, unstable; a need to exert control over your surroundings. It was not the food or the stealing that mattered, but of the hiding, of having something they could not take away from him.

Mokuba didn't understand any of that, because he was 11 and 11 year olds don't understand why they do anything. He just knew he liked sweets and hated people telling him what to do and that having bags of chips and other people’s lost jewelry at the bottom of an old toybox made him feel better.

Can I come with you?

"No! You tried to take control of me!"

Yes, but you kicked me out, and you'd probably be able to do it again, so I would be stupid to try. I also like chocolate, you see, and it's very boring to be stuck here on your desk.

"Can you even eat? You're a necklace."

I can when I borrow a body.

"You tried to take over me so you could eat chocolate? I'm not stupid enough to believe that."

That and other things. I can't do very much at all, while stuck in the ring. No food, no sunshine, no running around. It's no fun to be without a body, which is why I am occasionally driven to steal one. Terribly sorry about that. he added, in his most pathetic-sounding tone, Please? I don't have anyone else to talk to.

Mokuba was hesitant, but clearly found the fact of his existence too interesting to ignore. "Fine." He picked up the ring and dropped it unceremoniously into his backpack, which had a dragon on it.

Not trust yet, but tolerance and curiosity. One step at a time.

You shouldn't go barefoot, you know. Socks will be quieter if you're trying not to get caught.

"I didn't ask you."

So Mokuba descended down the stairwell, in the dead quiet and dark of the Kaiba Mansion, with no flashlight because he knew it well enough to navigate blindfolded. The place was decadent in the ugly way rich people's houses were, luxury but without taste, soft carpets and gilded banisters.

Mokuba had not quite realized yet how to think at the ring, so he spoke in a low whisper. "What are you, anyway?"

A ghost. So much more complicated than that, but simple words were suitable for children.

"How'd you end up a ghost in a necklace?"

I died, and then someone put me in a necklace.

"That's not an answer." he followed up, "Do all dead people become ghosts?"

No. Just sometimes, maybe, if the way they died was especially violent or gruesome or terrible.

Mokuba frowned. He had caught on remarkably quickly to guarding his own head, but the spirit could tell he didn't like this answer.

This was delicate, but he risked a push. Was there someone you had in mind?

Mokuba said nothing. He reached the staff kitchen on the lowest floor, and opened the door, slow and careful. He was deciding whether to say anything, as he climbed up as quietly as he could and reached far into the back of the cupboard, scrabbling.

"Our dad killed himself last year. Jumped out a window." He finally said, hopping down with his spoils. He said this the same way one might dolefully report the milk had gone bad. Unfortunate but boring.

You don't sound very sad.

"Nah, he sucked. And he never liked me." he said, "Seto was really really upset though. He was pretending not to be, but I could tell." Now there were feelings there, big and weird and sad and clinging ones. For reasons the spirit could not discern, the simple phrase ‘Seto was upset’ carried with it more weight, a thousand million times more weight, than news of a father's tragic death by defenestration. "I hope he's not a ghost. I don't wanna see him again."

Probably not.

Mokuba sat down cross-legged on the kitchen floor, unwrapped candy in silver foil. "You really can't do anything from in the necklace? Like, ghost stuff? Make things float or anything?"

No. It is a bit like being trapped in a very small box.

Mokuba mulled this over for a little while. "If you wanted to borrow a body to do fun stuff, you could have just asked."

Really?

He nodded. "Not being able to eat chocolate sounds lame. It'd be mean to just leave you like that." He put one chocolate into his mouth and dumped the rest in the backpack, where they covered the ring unceremoniously. More indignities. "Not in front of my brother, though. And you have to give it back whenever I say so."

...I could agree to such a compromise. Your candy haul is impressive, by the way.

"Thanks!" He grinned, emanating genuine pride. No one had ever complimented him for stealing before.

Tragic, the work of great thieves. How the very best of it can never be bragged about, the most impressive of skills gone unnoticed by nature, how the very success of a perfect crime relies on keeping your mouth shut about it. An unappreciated art, where even mastery gains you no respect.

You don't care that this poor man has to go out and buy twice as much food to make up for what you steal?

"No, he's a jerk. One time when I was six they confiscated my gameboy, so I went to steal it back and he caught me and told my dad and I got in huge trouble. So every day for a week I snuck down here and moved his keys to a different place so he couldn't find them. They were all so mad at him for losing them all the time, and he thought he was crazy."

Why was your gameboy confiscated?

"Don't remember. I think I bit someone at school." he shrugged, "They probably deserved it, though."

Mokuba Kaiba. he said, I think you and I are going to be excellent friends.

"Okay. Do ghosts watch cartoons?"

[thatharringrovehoe]

So I've been playing Dishonored which is my favorite game and this popped into my head so now you all have to suffer with me. (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧

He's so fucking cold. Like he’s been plunged into a lake mid winter and can’t find his way to the surface. Hands shaking, Billy sifts clumsily through the box of his mother’s things he keeps hidden in the back of his closet. He's found that if he thinks about the good times, picnics at the beach under the California sun, the thing oozing it's way though his brain losses just a bit of it's grip. Leaves Billy with enough motor function to stumble around his bedroom, trying to find the right pieces. And fucking hell it’s been so long since he's done this. He can remember helping his Ma when he was little, chubby fingers clenched tight in her cotton sundress as she arranged the items on the table just right. Pricked her finger to draw sigils in a language long forgotten, her voice a soft cadence through the bedroom as she hummed Billy’s favorite lullaby. No words, just a beautiful mournful thing. Humming a song of grieving loss. Billy doesn't know why he likes it so much.

“Remember baby. When you offer your gifts they have to be special. Well loved. Something that brings you joy every time you use it.”

His mother kept a pair of earrings on the cloth covered table. She never wore them when his father was home. Took them out and put them back on the little rickety stand in the back of her closet every day before he came back from work. Dangling silver daggers with the onyx beads. Billy shoved one straight through his left earlobe when he turned fifteen and has barely taken it out since.

His Ma told him that everything he built his shrine with had to mean something. Had to be something he treasured. From the fabric to the stand itself. So Billy tried his best. Draped his best leather jacket over the milk crate that held all of his favorite hair products. Placed his Ma's Fleetwood Mac album next to one of his mother's silver earrings (the one he always wears), arranged as neatly as he can manage. He’d had to prick his thumb seven times because to his dawning horror it kept healing over. Just another tally mark towards something being really fucking wrong. And he remembers the warehouse. Can still feel the slimy caustic sludge being pumped down his throat by a fucking tentacle. But he’d hoped it had been a dream, a nightmare from reading to many Lovecraft novels. Billy curses as he slices open his thumb for what feels like the millionth time.

Apparently not.

He's drawn the characters just how he remembers. His mother had made him practice every day, showing him each and every shape and line, drawn in colorful crayon. She gave him a cookie every time he got them right. Never hung them up on the fridge though. Didn't want his father to see.

He can feel the shadow creeping through his blood, dragging it’s claws against his veins. It might not know exactly what he’s doing yet, but it must be able to feel the intention. Billy thinks of ocean waves and a soft hand running through his curls. Fights the pull at the back of his mind to just give in. To sleep. His hands shake harder.

Fuck, where is it?! Billy combs through records and trinkets, a bottle of her perfume. He’s desperately hoping it didn't get lost in the move because his mother never taught him how to make one. Hell, he's pretty certain that he wouldn't be able to find the pieces he needs in Hawkins anyway. Not like Melvalds has a supernatural voodoo isle.

Then finally, finally he finds it. Lifting up his mother’s satin scarf it comes tumbling out to land on the floor with a clatter. Bleached white and beaten smooth by the waves, it's about the size of a sand dollar. Billy picks it up, places it in the palm of his hand. He still remembers the day he found it out on the shore. Washed up between some sea glass, the leather bindings still somehow soft even soaked with salt water. Etched with symbols and shapes Billy will never understand. When Billy showed it to his mother an unreadable expression crossed her face. It was that evening she showed him her shrine.

The rune seems to hum against his skin, an otherworldly song from far away ghosting past his ears. The thing that’s trying to Shanghai Billy’s brain writhes. It's angry, but more than that it’s fucking terrified and Billy has never been more sure of anything in his life. This was a good idea. But his limbs are getting colder, heavier. Whatever this evil piece of shit is it doesn’t like what Billy’s doing. He has to fight against the deadening of his limbs, crawling towards his shitty attempt at a shrine from his place on the floor. His vision is starting to grow dark when he finally clutches on to the milk crate, placing the rune between the earring and his cassette tape. And he knows that there's no guarantee. That whatever his Ma prayed to every night never shielded her from Neil’s fists, didn’t do a damn thing as the cancer slowly drained her down to nothing. That sometimes (most times) when someone would call out to the void the only thing they heard in return was their own disappointment. But he's got no other options. This is his trump card. His last resort. If this hocus pocus bullshit doesn’t work then Billy is up shit creek without a paddle. With a frustrated shout against the nightmare pulling him in, Billy begs.

“Please! Fuck, help me! I'll do anything, c’mon just- please!”

The air in Billy’s bedroom all of a sudden seems to shudder. The shadows flicker and meld together, reaching outwards. The sound of dry fall leaves blowing in the wind, a wail of a thousand dying worlds ricochets off the walls. Then nothing. Billy scrunches his eyes shut against the sting of tears. Fuck, of course it didn’t work. Story of his life. He called for help and just like always it doesn't mean shit. No one is coming to save him.

“Well well well. Certainly been a long time since someone summoned me like that. Very old school.”

Billy’s eyes snap open, the surprise and adrenaline enough to fight the heaving weight of his limbs to raise his head. And there, perched on his shitty milk crate shrine, sits the most beautiful boy he's ever seen. He's got hair the color of soil after it rains. High cheekbones and full lips, milky white skin dotted with a constellation of beauty marks. Billy didn't know what he expected but it certainly wasn't this. The boy god is dressed in a swanky leather coat the color of charcoal with pants to match. Eyes like an oil spill, inky black and endless. With a good look at Billy, they narrow dangerously.

“I thought I fucking told you not to touch this world. You want a repeat of last time?”

Whatever deity he summoned looks pissed as hell. Did he not do it right? Maybe the items weren’t good enough. That would be just his luck. He's so confused he almost doesn’t notice it right away. The shadow slowly working it’s way through his body has stopped, retreated a little even.

“I-... I don't know what you’re talking about. Please, there's something wrong with me. Something got put inside of me and I need it out. Please, help me.”

Billy hasn’t begged since his Ma was takin her last breath in that damn hospice bed. Didn't see the point when it always got you nowhere. But now he can't make himself stop. Cuz he's never been this scared before. The things this monster inside him wants him to do. It's so strong, like he’s fighting a steam roller. He's got no hope on his own.

The boy sitting on his best leather jacket stills. Cocks his head to the side slightly, considering. Then those pretty pink lips are spreading out into a gleeful smirk. Slides off the shrine to settle on his knees in front of Billy. Reaches out his hand to cup Billy’s jaw gentle enough it makes him want to cry.

“You can't get a good enough hold of this one can you? Interesting. Tell me trouble maker, what's your name?”

That voice, deep and ethereal, seems to echo from all around him. He can feel it vibrate in his bones. He wants, no, needs to answer.

“Billy. Billy Hargrove.”

The boy smiles now, all gleaming pearly whites. If Billy looks long enough reality starts to flicker. And for just a second all he can see is teeth sharp like knives in a Cheshire grin. There for a moment and gone in a flash. The hand on his jaw tightens just the slightest fraction.

“Well Billy Hargrove. You seem to find yourself in quite the predicament. That parasite sucking on your soul is an old acquaintance of mine. He's one nasty little shit.”

If a brain washing shadow monster could feel indignant he’s pretty sure that’s what's happening now. Whatever was hijacking Billy's mind has curled up somewhere tight, sunk it’s teeth in deep. Cornered like a threatened animal.

“Please, I’ll do anything you want. I can’t… I can’t fight it. It's too much.”

There’s enough tears leakin down his face that it's soaking the front of his shirt. The boy is giving him this look, almost amused. The longer he holds Billy’s jaw the more the monster losses his grip, and Billy is ready to do anything at this point. Because that thing stuck to his brain wants him to find people. Feed it people. Wants Billy to drink all the chemicals in the supply shed at the pool. Told Billy that if he tried to fight it would take Max first and he can't let that happen.

The boy seems to come to a decision, grabs Billy’s hands to help him shakily to this feet. He doesn’t let go even when they’re both standing.

“You know there’s not many who can fight his hold for this long. I'm impressed.”

He steps forward until his chest is practically pressed up against Billy's. He smells like ozone and smoke, bottomless black eyes trained on stormy blue. Reaches up to tangle his fingers into Billy’s curls, sending tingles across his scalp. Smiles wider at the small noise that escapes Billy's throat.

“I'll help you Billy Hargrove. But in return, you have to do something for me.”

Billy's nodding before he can even really register what’s being said. Anything. He'd do whatever this pretty boy asked as long as he keeps touching Billy like this. Gentle, with a reverence no one has ever bothered to show.

“I need you to kick this little shit back into the hole he crawled out of. Can you do that for me Billy? I wanna see how your story pans out trouble maker. Wanna see what you do when someone gives you a chance.”

Billy nods again, breathless. The boy chuckles, the sound saccharine. Like warm honey dripping down his spine.

“Gunna have to use your words baby.”

Billy swallows, the click of his dry throat loud in the warm personal bubble they’ve created.

“Yes. Yeah. I’ll do it. Whatever you want pretty boy, please.”

It comes out a whisper but the boy hears it all the same. The boy smiles bright, pulls Billy forward. Soft warm lips press against his own and Billy is floating. He's never been kissed like this before. Slow and deep, the boy's tongue pressing in to curl and slide. Stuff him full. Billy's shaking for a whole other reason now. Reaches out to grip the boy's coat, cool to the touch where Billy is burning. Fire rushing through his veins, and he's already so close just from this. Whimpers brokenly into the kiss.

The boy pulls him in impossibly closer, slots his thigh between Billy’s legs, pushes up up up. And Billy is right fucking there, grinds down as he swaps spit with an old god in his shitty bedroom with the peeling yellow paint and the door that locks from the outside. Can feel the tell tale tingle spreading behind his navel.

“ ‘m gunna cum! Fuck, more please!” Billy mumbles curses into the kiss, breath hitching as his balls draw tight. The boy smiles against his mouth, yanks his curls back to bite into the meat of his neck and Billy’s gone, pulsing rope after rope of cum into his underwear.

“Oh my- .. Fuuuuuck. Yes! Uhhhnn!” He's panting like a dog as he slumps forward into the boys shoulder. Gentle fingers card through his hair as aftershocks zap up and down his body. A kiss is pressed behind his ear, a soft warmth flooding his core. He can't feel the shadow anywhere.

“So good for me sweet thing. Makes me want to keep you.”

It's said so quiet, like the boy doesn’t intend for it to be heard. Billy presses his face into his neck. There's no heartbeat under the boy's skin.

“You could. I want you to.” Whoever this is, whatever he is, he came for Billy. Answered his literal cry for help when no one else did. He doesn't know what he has to offer but he wants to give this impossible boy everything.

The boy in question hums. Brings Billy's left hand up to kiss the back of it. His skin feels hot under his lips, bordering on uncomfortable. Like stepping on sun scorched pavement. When the boy pulls back there’s a tattoo on his hand. A strange design that looks vaguely like a compass. It's the same mark as the one on the middle of the rune sitting behind them.

“I haven't given my mark to someone quite so special in a while. Try not to disappoint me Billy Hargrove.”

The boy goes to pull away but Billy still has his hand clenched tight on his coat. Panic wells up in his chest. Doesn't want to end whatever this is quite yet.

“Wait! What’s-…what's your name?” Which is a valid question he thinks. And probably one he should have asked at some point before he started grinding his dick on the guys leg. Oh well.

“I've had many names, none if which would hold any significance for you. Call me what you want trouble maker. I'll be there when you need me.”

Billy believes him. Then between one blink and the next the boy is gone, tendrils of dissipating smoke the only evidence he was ever there. A deep voice whispers from nowhere and everywhere.

“Ask your sister about the monsters in the woods.”

On the shrine the only thing that remains is the rune, both his gifts having apparently been accepted. Billy gives a hysterical bark of laughter at the thought of some higher being listening to Fleetwood Mac somewhere out in the void. It gives him an idea. He drags his lips across the fresh mark on his hand, mumbles into his skin.

“Thanks Stevie.”

[fire-down-the-vine]

Posting chapter 3 cuz I’m bored in government class😧

This chapters kinda longer cuz I’m developing character personalities or something

There’s also a piece of dialogue heavily inspired by Stand By Me in here so have fun finding that;)

————————————————————————

I’m just turning the tv channel for probably the fiftieth time when I jump upright at the sound of a car horn from outside. I can hear the honking of the horn again followed by a short incoherent conversation, then a jumble of laughter that I can easily identify as Finn, and what sounded like my brother. I spring to my feet to look out of the picture window. I can confirm then that the other fit of laughs were in fact from my brother, who props himself up against Sean Kovach’s white Cadillac, still sporting his work attire. I hadn’t even known that Lucian was home yet. Finn was leaning out of the driver's seat window, a crooked grin drawn across his face as he picks back up on a conversation with my brother.

“I’m goin’ out, ma!”

I yell in the direction of the stairs without even being certain where Mom was.

I don’t wait and listen for a response before I scurry out the door and assume Helena would let mom know where we were going so that I didn’t have to. Finn’s eyes immediately fall to mine once I step outside, and he somehow weasels his way even farther out of the car window without plunging out of it onto the ground.

“Judey!”

He shouts to me, his grin widening to reveal an array of perfect teeth.

Lucian spits a teasing chuckle at me that goes unnoticed by Finn. I spontaneously reflect the same stupid smile at him as I walk the length of our front lawn to where Lucian stands.

“I saved ya’ shotgun,”

Finn tells me with a warm yet still lively tone, motioning to the passenger seat beside him.

I now notice Evie for the first time since I came outside, who’s in the backseat with her chin resting on her palm looking bored. I was about to happily oblige to jumping in next to Finn and driving away, leaving both my siblings behind, but the fear of my sister finding out I had left without her got the best of me, and I stayed put.

“We gotta’ wait for Helena.”

“Lena’s coming with us?”

Lucian speaks, letting me know that without even knowing of our dad’s request, he had already invited himself along.

Xx

Once Helena emerges from the front door, she awkwardly greets Finn and pushes past Lucian to climb into the back next to Evie. Helena and Evie had formed somewhat of a friendship with each other over the years where I’d invite Finn over and he’d drag Evie along with him. I’d always wondered why he’d take her along sometimes. I used to think it was because Finn actually enjoyed spending time with his younger sister, but then I started to consider that it was to get her away from their sad excuse for a father. When I recall memories of Finn and I now, I can’t help but think of his father. I’d think of the alcohol in my blood, and the yelling and screaming that rang out in my ears, and the fear that flashed in my mind like a piercing siren.

I try to divert my attention instead to my best friend, now next to me as I sit myself in the passenger side. My thoughts begin to soften when I take in the sound of chatter and laughter from all around me as we drive off of my street, turning onto the main road, and into the city. I smile to myself and turn to gaze out the window. The sun is just above the trees in the distance. The sky is painted various shades of pink, yellow, and orange, and the shadows on the street grow longer as dusk nears. I feel a soft jab at my leg and I turn to Finn, casting me a quick glance and pointing to the car radio, then fixing his gaze back on the road.

“You can put what you want on.”

I give him a wide smile and begin to twist the dial of the radio fervently. I love being in charge of the car radio. A car ride without music was just wasted time in my opinion. Finn of course knew this about me, and lets out a small snort as I listen to a station for a few seconds, then change it, then go back to the station before it, then go five stations ahead of it. I continue to fiddle with the dial, landing on a random Queen song when I feel a harsh kick to the back of my seat.

“Pick a station and stick with it, fuck-head,”

Lucian speaks from behind me, and I lay off the dial, for now.

I look back at the window. The sun is mostly hidden now, occasionally peaking out where there isn’t a building to hide it. I appreciate the months where the sun begins to set earlier. The colorful illumination of day mixing into the peaceful darkness of night that the setting sun displays brings me an odd kind of joy for the end of day. I gradually begin to tune out the chatter of the backseat. I turn away from the window to my best friend beside me. The serene evening light casts a mesmerizing glow on his face that contorts slightly with focus as his eyes continue to fixate on the road. Finn hasn’t had his license for very long, yet he seems to drive better than any adult I’ve ever been in a car with. He’s careful and concentrated, always stays within the speed limit, never swerves. It was just one more thing he was good at. It seemed like anything the average person could do, Finn could do it better.

I always felt like I should’ve been beyond jealous of him. He was everything that I wasn’t. I should’ve been jealous of the way he did things, the way he spoke, the way he looked, but I wasn‘t. I never was. If anything, I think it was admiration I felt instead. I admire his charisma, and his intelligence, and his considerateness. Though most of all, I admire his resilience. I admire how he’s able to leave the house with the brightest look on his face and not a word of cruelty to speak to anyone despite what might’ve happened to him only hours before. About three years ago, Finn’s mom had passed. He never brought it up when it happened. I hadn’t even found out until months later, after I asked why his mom wasn’t around when I was over one day. Even then, he just seemed to shrug it off and change the subject. I had only met his mom once, and could tell just from that one interaction where Finn got his kind-heartedness from. She was the sweetest woman I’d ever met. I was only able to imagine the damage her death had on Finn, but he never expressed anything further on the subject of her.

And then there was the event of our drunken mishaps only a year later, where Finn greeted me with a soft smile and an offer to walk me to my first class the following day. As if he wasn’t sporting the same agonizing hangover as I was. As if he wasn’t hiding whatever his father had inflicted onto him the previous night. I thought of Finn as my number one inspiration, in a way.

My eye continues to move over him lazily, being drawn to a thin gold chain around his neck that I hadn’t noticed before. It shimmers and glistens in the light of the setting sun. My eye follows the chain down past his neck to where a cross hangs against his chest; another thing I hadn’t noticed. An unrecognizable feeling finds its way into the pit of my stomach as I’m unable to tear my eye away from the cross. I watch the way it twinkles in the light and the way it sways back and forth every time the car hits a bump or makes a turn.

I guess Finn finally notices my stare as he peers over for hardly a second. His hand shoots up from the steering wheel to tuck the necklace into his shirt. A weird type of guilt surges through me now, and I look away from him with a feeling like I had witnessed something that wasn’t meant to be seen. My gaze quickly goes to my lap where I turn my attention to a loose thread on my sweater, rolling it between my thumb and index awkwardly. I force myself to tune back into the once noise-filled car that I realize has now gone near silent within the time I had zoned out.

Thankfully it’s not long before the movie theater finally comes into view. As Finn makes the last sharp turn to pull into the lot, I’m faced with the sight of at least a couple hundred other cars, probably more, though I didn’t expect anything less. It was Saturday night, and every kid in the area had nothing better to do than sit around in a cinema auditorium with whatever dirtbag friend or hot date they’d brought along. The chatter begins to pick back up again once we step out of the cramped car and into the chilled autumn air of the early night. I take in the briskness of the busy theater as we walk the length of the overflowing parking lot to the front entrance, shining with the luminescence of decorative stage lights. Lucian takes the lead in front of us to open the heavy doors and I’m pleasantly hit with the scent of greasy theater popcorn. I look around at the bustle of the lobby that seems even more busy from the inside as Lucian pushes past crowds of people, a few bumping shoulders with me. After waiting in line for what seemed like hours at the ticket booth, we were able to all agree on Amityville Horror after some almost heated arguments.

The booth comes into view as people in front of us clear and we make it to the front with a new line, just as long, now having formed behind us. As the last group in front of us gets their tickets, Lucian, still in front, gets about a step to the booth before Finn gracelessly shoves him out of the way.

“Five to Amityville Horror,”

he says casually, leaving Lucian to awkwardly stand beside him.

“Eleven fifteen,”

the worker responds in monotone apathy.

I’m about to comment, but refrain as Finn pays, collects our tickets, and now walks ahead of us through the hordes of people.

“You guys want snacks?”

He speaks loud enough to hear over the clamor around us.

“You didn’t have to do that; I had money,”

Lucian says to him, voicing my exact thought.

“It’s no problem, really,”

he assures with a small smile and turns back to me.

“You want anything, Judey?”

I start to dig in one of my jacket pockets for random bills before looking up to meet Finn’s expectant gaze.

“Can you get me an icee?”

I ask, shoving a five and three singles into the front pocket of Finn’s jeans to which he makes a small noise of surprise.

“I have to pee,”

Helena calls from behind me, tugging at the back of my shirt collar.

“We just got here!”

I argue, turning around.

“Jude! I have to go now!”

“Can’t you take yourself?”

“I don’t know where I’m going! There’s so many people!”

She whines, and with one last tug at my shirt, I give in and grab her arm.

I wander aimlessly, dragging my sister behind me, searching every wall for a restroom sign. I struggle through more crowds of people down the screening hall as the door of a bathroom comes into view on the opposite side of the rooms.

“Here. Go.”

I drop my hold on Helena’s arm once we reach the restrooms.

“Can you wait outside? I’ll only be five minutes,”

She quickly speaks as I’m about to walk away.

I huff out a sigh, remaining in my position beside the door, and she shows me an exaggerated smile.

“Thanks, love you.”

“Gross.”

And with that, she disappears into the restroom that also seems to overflow with people. Five minutes easily turn to ten as I’m still leaning against the rough wall of the hallway, letting people shove past me with muttered apologies. Ten minutes near fifteen and I’ve reluctantly taken a seat on the cruddy theater floor. I cross my legs and tilt my head down, now finding entertainment picking at the rubber outsole of my shoe.

“What’re ya’ doing on the ground, Jelly Beans?”

My head cranes back up to see Finn who smiles once I meet his eye contact, Evie by his side.

“Waitin’ on Lena,” I say motioning to the restroom.

He nods and half-crouches to reach out a hand holding an icee cup nearly as big as my head to me.

“I might’ve had a sip or two of it.”

“Ass,”

I remark playfully, taking it from him.

I see Helena finally trudging out of the bathroom and I push myself to my feet again.

“Where’s Lou?”

She asks.

“Why?”

“He was s’possed to get me popcorn.”

“He already went to find seats,”

Finn interjects.

“Maybe if you hadn’t taken forever we’d be in there with him.”

I say, earning a harsh push to my shoulder.

I feel a nudge at my thigh from the opposite side of me and I turn to face Finn again.

“I’ll race ya’ to the screening,”

he says with a growing grin.

“We don’t know where it is, you dunce,”

I retort back and Finn scoffs.

“Guess we’ll be lame and walk then.”

“I’m fine with walking,”

Evie interjects from beside him and he rolls his eyes.

We start down the hall away from the restrooms and I feel another jab to my shoulder.

“Hey! What’s that?!”

Finn exclaims, his arm shooting out to point across the hall and my head instinctively snaps to the direction of his finger.

Suddenly, my drink is snatched out of my hands and out of the corner of my eye, I see Finn dart down the hall.

“Son of a bitch!”

I call at him, failing to restrain the fit of laughter that gushes from my chest as I run after him.

I sprint down the hallway, trying not to lose sight of him through the unorganized scatter of people. I see him turn into one of the screening rooms, nearly wiping out without faltering his speed. I make the same turn after him just as gracelessly. At this point, I can’t even bother to check behind me for Helena and Evie; I know they’ll find us. As I stumble into the dimly lit auditorium, I can’t see Finn anymore and I find myself with no other way to hunt him down than the faint sound of his laughter that I somehow was still able to discern over the buzz of the auditorium. I follow the euphonious giggling like a stray dog down the aisle. I can see Finn’s familiar tall figure hunched over and huffing for breath and my running slows to a stop, realizing I need to catch my own breath as well. I brace my hands on my knees as I take in and let out short, winded breaths through my nose, never taking my eyes off the boy in front of me. His head shoots around and our eyes lock briefly before he’s scrabbling upright; this time down one of the dispiritingly narrow rows of seats, and I’m at his tail again. I find my way to the end of the row where I can see Finn slouched over in a seat with his legs up, hiding his face; Lucian in the seat beside him looking addled, yet unphased. I launch myself across my brother and tackle Finn further into his seat, both of us erupting with laughter as we fall onto the floor. I feel a kick to my backside, but my laughing fails to subside.

“Ay, calm it!”

Lucian whisper-yells at us and I utter an apology back, restraining a smile.

I push myself off of Finn and Lucian grabs my arm to yank me up.

“If we get kicked out for your fuckery, dad’ll know about it this time!”

I snort when I recall the time we were booted out of the theater, and I can tell Lucian wants to laugh too.

Last summer we were staying with my aunt Lyndsey and uncle Richie out in Pennsylvania for a few weeks. The night we got there, uncle Richie took me, Lucian, and our cousin Michael out to a drive-in. Lucian and I had gotten into a fight during the painfully long, nearly five hour drive from our little hometown of Cherub Falls to Pittsburgh. I can’t remember what it was over; I don’t even think I remembered at the time it was happening. All I knew was that I needed to get the last word in, but we were shut up out of everyone else’s aggravation before I could. Before the movie started, Lucian had left to use a porta-toilet at the front of the lot, and the rest of us had piled into the back of uncle Richie’s pick-up truck with assorted bags of junk food and a case of cokes from the gas station. I still stirred in annoyance sitting in the corner of the trunk with Michael as I fiddled with the metal tab on an unopened can of pop. I saw Lucian shuffle out of the toilet and an intrusive thought slithered into my head.

“Watch this, Mikey.”

I popped the tab up enough to release some air but not enough to fully open it, closed my index finger over the lid and shook it vigorously until my wrist went sore. With every last ounce of strength left in my arm, I chucked the can across the lot. It went expectedly unnoticed as it flew across the horde of parked cars until it hit Lucian right in the face before exploding. Sounds of irritation could be heard from people in the front as the Coke drenched Lucian and splattered across the screen, generously showering the front row of cars in the process. Lucian stumbled backwards at the impact, cradling his face in his hand. I never meant to hit his face, I was aiming more for his stomach or chest. I watched as his once surprised expression turned to rage when his eyes, seething with anger, began to search the crowd. I knew he was looking for me. He knew it was me. Who else would it have been?

“SOME AIM YE’ GOT! FUCKIN’ BRAT!”

He hollered into my direction, and with that I vaulted myself out of the trunk, raced to the front of the lot, and practically threw myself into him.

I hated that name. Brat. I wasn’t a brat. All I wanted was fairness. Lucian always won fights between us. He was bigger, older, and half the time, mom and dad just let him win anyway, but mom and dad weren’t there that time.

He was the one to deliver the first punch. A brutal strike to the side of my jaw. When I faced him, I noticed his nose. An already dark bruise had begun to form across it and blood trickled from both nostrils to his top lip. He just about threw another punch at my face before I hurried to duck under his reach to nail him in the stomach. We went at each other for a solid five minutes before we were asked to leave. Uncle Richie promised he wouldn’t tell our parents. He found the situation the most amusing out of any of us, laughing about it the whole drive back while Lucian and I scowled. Mom was quick to notice Lucian’s broken nose, but he never let up the whole story to her.

“It was only an accident,”

he’d say, and usually I was able to make it out with only being grounded for a couple of days; long as Lou and I made up after the fact.

My brother and I always had a pact that we wouldn’t tell our parents about fights that happened when they weren’t around less’ they asked. Cuz’ in those cases, we both end up in trouble no matter who starts it. Dad never noticed Lucian’s nose, or my bruised jaw. He was never one for noticing things. Either that, or he just didn’t trouble himself to care. Even now, Lucian’s nose is still a lil crooked if you look close enough.

“Go sit down before I put you down.”

“Yes, sir. Right away, sir.”

“Oh, shut yer’ rancid mouth.”

Xx

Helena and Evie find our aisle shortly after us and take the seats beside Lucian while Finn and I sit on the opposite side of them. The commotion of the auditorium begins to calm as the room darkens and the movie starts. The room goes completely quiet now when the speakers blare throughout the room and I take a long slurp of my icee, enjoying myself. My attention is drawn away from the screen briefly as the introduction plays and I feel a soft prod at my ankle and look down to notice Finn nudging my leg with his shoe. I turn to him in silent question and watch as he pulls a handful of loose gummy bears out of his pocket and I let out a strangled snort trying to keep quiet.

“Pocket gummy bears,”

he whispers close to my ear and reaches over to set them in my lap, then slings an arm around the back of my chair.

I can see Lucian shoot us a warning glare on the other side of Helena and Evie and I shut myself up and turn back to the movie.

“Excuse me, is anyone sitting here?”

I look up to see a girl around our age pointing to the empty seats on the other side of me. I shake my head.

“No. Go ahead.”

She offers me a smile and sits in the seat next to me, another person sitting in the one on her other side. A boy who looked to be a little older. Silence falls again and I focus my eye back to the movie, remembering the gummy bears Finn had put on my lap once one falls on the floor when I shift my legs. I bring my hand up to gnaw at my already bitten fingernails and I find myself catching another glance back at the girl beside me. Her hair was a reddish-brown color and cut short-ish, half of it tied up out of her face. Her features looked soft and delicate, like a porcelain doll. She wore a thin chain around her neck that was tucked away into her shirt like Finn’s was, except her’s was silver.

“I’m Robyn. By the way,”

she says with another smile, noticing my stare and my face heats in embarrassment.

“I’m Jude.”

I barely mumble above a whisper.

My gaze now goes to the boy next to her instead. I can hardly see him from my angle. All I’m able to decipher is that he’s focused on the movie screen, not bothering himself with anything else around him.

“I like your eyes.”

I jolt slightly, not realizing the girl’s eyes were on me again. I can’t find the right words to say, not certain if the comment was genuine.

“Thanks.”

“What happened?”

“What?”

“To your eye?”

She leans over a bit, examining my face and I instinctively lean back. She backs away then, an apologizing look on her face.

“Cornea infection.”

She still looks at me expectantly.

“I’m- I’m blind in that one,”

I stutter out.

“I can see that.”

I give a small, nervous laugh and turn my head forward again. I barely notice Finn side-eyeing us intently, probably waiting for me to shut up. Though when I meet his eye contact, he’s quick to look away.

I sit in silence for the next hour-ish of the movie. I’ve eaten all of my “pocket gummy bears” by now and continue to nurse at the straw of my icee. I’ve brought my knees up into my seat, resting my head to the side. The screen begins to fade now, and the end credits appear. I sit still for a moment, watching people get up. The chatter of the auditorium begins to start again, but not nearly as loud as it was before. I feel Finn’s arm lift from behind my seat as he stands. He stretches his upper half, his shirt lifting a bit to expose a pale sliver of stomach in the process. The darkness dwindles as the lights turn on and spear through my retina, making me wince. I pull myself up to stand beside Finn, stretching my own limbs out, while my brother and sister, wrapped up in conversation, are already turning on their heels to leave.

“What’d ya’ think?”

Finn speaks, turning to me.

“I liked it. I liked it a lot,”

I show him a giddy grin, fueled with pent up energy from sitting for nearly two hours in the dark.

“Let’s get outta’ here. I need a smoke,”

Lucian whines.

“That’ll kill ya’ y’know,”

Evie chimes in and Lucian scoffs.

“Hasn’t yet.”

He squeezes out of the row, pushing into the lines of people filing out, and we follow quickly behind him. The five of us keenly exchange thoughts and notions amongst each other, practically skipping out into the lobby. As I stride shortly behind Finn, I see that Robyn girl and the boy that sat next to her already in the lobby by the entrance. I can see them both much clearer now. I briefly take in the appearance of the older boy, who was mostly hidden from my view before. His hair’s shaggy and hangs over his eyes, but doesn’t cover them. It’s darker than mine; pitch black. Rough marks run across his features. Scars. I was able to see one that ran down the length of his bottom lip to his chin and another that was more like a gash just above his eyebrow. He too has a tucked in silver chain, and I wonder if it’s the same as Robyn’s. My gaze falls from his face and my eye is drawn to the chunky black leather boots that he wears. Robyn’s eyes meet mine and she smiles and waves. I wave back, my pace to the door slowing slightly. She leans into the other boy, whispering something to him. The boy’s eyes meet mine, boring through me. He utters something back to Robyn and his hand raises to point at me, his stare never letting up. I start to grow self-conscious. I rip my gaze away and bow my head as my pace toward the door quickens again. Lucian holds the heavy door as we file out of the theater.

It’s colder than it was when we first got there, and a visible shiver runs through me as the cold air painfully nips my face. It’s darker out too. I’m barely able to see past the decorative lights around the theater, despite the fact that it couldn’t have been much past 8 pm. I shove my hands into my pockets and feel around for my Winstons. I pull one of the cigarettes up to hold between my teeth and lightly tap the back of Finn’s hand. He seems to get the message as he turns to follow me to the side of the building. It’s darker there than it is up front, but not to the point where it’s impossible to see clearly. It’s also emptier; not another person in sight, not including the passing of people in front of the space. I lean up against the cold brick and Finn slumps against my side. I feel my jacket down for my lighter, then my jeans, but I don’t have it.

“I think I left my lighter at home.”

“No worries.”

Finn’s now rummaging through his own pockets and pulls a steel zippo lighter out from his back one. I display a large grin as I lean into him and he flicks the striker, smiling down at me. My cigarette ignites and I take a satisfying inhale, following it with a sigh of the noxious smoke out through my nose. I can see Finn’s hand held out under my chin and my eye flicks up to him.

“Well, don’t be stingy with it,”

he says, motioning to my cigarette.

“I didn’t know you smoked.”

“You’ve seen me smoke before,”

he laughs.

“Like once,”

I say mostly to myself, handing it over.

I can’t help but watch intently as he sticks it between his lips and draws in a deep inhale before puffing the smoke out with ease.

“I don’t usually smoke,”

he speaks again, then a beat of silence.

“Why are you now then?”

His usual bright face fades slightly and he shrugs, taking another drag. I look away now, eyeing the ground instead as I grind the rubber toe of my shoe into the concrete. I try not to bother my head with any possible dilemma Finn might have at the moment; sometimes a kid just needs a smoke. I look back up at him now.

“Well, don’t be stingy with it,”

I mock letting my hand out.

He snorts and his smile returns as he hands back the cigarette. We sit in comfortable silence, passing the cigarette back and forth; taking a drag, handing it back. I briefly wondered where the rest of our group had gone. I remember my brother saying he needed a cigarette too. He had probably gone to the parking lot. Helena was more than likely with him too, always too anxious to be out on her own. I wouldn’t be able to exactly pin Evie’s whereabouts; I don’t know her well enough, but I could assume she was with Lena. There wasn’t really anywhere else for her, or any of them to go. I hear someone’s footsteps rush down the side of the building and my head shoots up to see the dull outline of a girl coming toward us. Robyn again.

“Jude!”

She calls breathlessly.

“Uh, hi again. I was wondering if um, I could get your number?”

She stammers.

“Uh, I don’t-“

“Here.”

She offers me a pen and her movie ticket, blank side up, already seeming to know what I was about to get at.

I pause for a beat and her nervous smile starts to grow weary. I take them from her still with slight reluctance. I smooth the ticket out over my thigh and bend down to scribble our landline onto it. I can see Finn above me, glaring at Robyn while she watches me, a smile still plastered on her face. I can only imagine he’s silently judging the shit out of me for giving my number out to some random stranger. I hand the ticket and pen back to her without another word, her face glowing yet uneasy as she takes them.

“I uh, also wanted to know if you maybe needed a ride?”

She offers, growing quieter the more she speaks.

“I’m his ride, actually.”

Finn interjects before I can even muster the thought of a response.

“Oh. I- I’m sorry.”

She falters, visibly more nervous.

Finn shows her a small smile before returning to his state of observing us.

“Um, bye, Jude.”

She scurries away now, faster than she had arrived. Too fast for me to say bye back. Silence falls back over Finn and I, more unhandily now.

“Do you know her?”

Finn speaks.

“Hardly. I met her inside.”

Silence again. I take another awkward draw of the cigarette.

“You didn’t have to give her your number, y’know.”

“I know,”

I mumble.

I dwell under the heaviness of the discomfited quietness, wondering how much longer until it crushes me.

Not long

I think to myself as I can hear footsteps again; louder ones, coming from the same direction.

I look past Finn again, and there’s a small group of boys turning the corner of the building.

There’s three of them, all talking and laughing to each other. The biggest stood out front, who I recognize when they trudge closer as a glorified asshole from school, Adam Barkley. He was well-known in our town. Well-liked too, being the son of the priest at our local church. I look at Finn again, who seems to have noticed them before I did. He stands entirely upright now instead of slouched against the wall beside me, his body stiff.

“Skip therapy today, Kovach?”

His friends snicker from behind him at the comment. Finn doesn’t say anything, only stands there, not facing the group, not even looking at them.

“Therapy?”

I mutter.

Finn looks over to me and makes a face that told me in silence that now wasn’t the time for him to elaborate. I press my lips into a thin line, diverting my gaze back to the ground, stomping out the remains of the cigarette.

“Well?”

Adam speaks up again, louder this time; demanding.

“Didn’t have it today.”

Finn mumbles.

“You’re bullshitting.”

“Swear on my own life.”

“Oh yeah?”

With that, Adam pulls a switchblade from his jacket and grabs Finn by the shoulders. They’re turned away from me now, and I shoot up from the wall. One of Adam’s friends pushes me away, but I can still see them. Adam holds Finn tightly against him. The sharp side of the blade is against Finn’s throat, to which Finn twists and squirms in his hold.

“Swear on your life, Kovach!”

The other two guys start to shout and laugh as Adam begins to dig the blade into the skin of Finn’s neck.

“I swear! Swear to Christ! Swear to heaven n’ back!”

“Yeah. Bet you do.”

Adam scoffs, letting up.

Finn collapses to the ground and scrabbles away from them, not even bothering to get up.

“Faggot.”

He continues.

The follow-up sparks something unexpected in me. I feel my face contort and my body heat and shake. Without thinking, I reach into the front of my jeans for my pocket knife. I wasn’t sure what I’d do with it, I was too sissy to hurt anyone. If anything, it was just an empty threat I carried around in my pocket.

“You kiss your sister with that mouth, Adam?!”

I nearly scream unintentionally, shoving past the guy that had pushed me aside.

I can’t think of any way to intimidate the group. Any of them would probably be able to snap me in half if given the chance. So I resort to insults instead, still sure to make my knife visible.

“Cyclops's got somethin’ to say!”

The other guy barks to his friends, and all of their eyes are on me.

“I heard him.”

Adam says brushing off his friend.

“You got alotta nerve usin’ that word for someone who’s out suckin’ the lord’s fat one every Sunday!”

Immediately I’m forcefully shoved into the brick wall. My back hits it first, then my head, and I can’t help but laugh as the pain sets in. Laugh at how easy it was to provoke by doing so little.

“Yer not scarin’ anyone, pip-squeak! Go home!”

He’s practically fuming now, which fuels my laughter more.

“YOU THINK YOU’RE FUNNY? YOU THINK YOU’RE FUCKING FUNNY?”

My knife is yanked out of my hand from behind me and I whip around ready to grab whatever’s closest to defend myself with, but when I turn, I’m face-to-face with Finn.

“You need to stay out of this.”

He speaks through gritted teeth, but sounds more contained than I was.

I try grabbing for my knife back, but he stretches his arm away from me, out of my reach. I start to grow frustrated, shoving myself into him to reach for his hand, only to be shoved off.

“What the hell, man? They’re fuckin’ with you!”

I half-yell in irritation.

“Jude, stay out of it.”

“I’m on your side!”

I throw myself at him, latching onto his free arm and reaching around him for his other. I feel a kick to my abdomen that has just enough power in it for me to let up, staggering backwards. My breath is reduced to short, sharp exhales out of my nose, and I have to be red in the face by now.

“What’s your deal?! Do you think I can’t handle myself?!”

“Just go find Lucian and I’ll meet you guys in a minute.”

“DO YOU THINK YOU’RE MY DAD OR SOMETHING? I CAN KEEP MYSELF SAFE! I DON’T NEED YOU PATROLLING ME!”

“I WISH TO FUCK’S SAKE I WAS YOUR DAD! IF I WAS, YOU WOULDN’T BE THREATENING SKINHEADS TWICE YOUR SIZE WITH A FUCKING KNIFE!”

I sit and stare for a moment, unsure of my next move. Adam and his friends have gone quiet behind us at this point, and I’m grateful at least one good thing was coming of this.

“Maybe I outta’ just take that girl up on the free ride then!”

I bark, starting the other way, still facing him, and he grabs my wrist.

“You don’t even know her!”

He gives a tug at my wrist and I jerk it away. I turn to walk fast enough away so that I’m out of his reach.

“JUDE!”

I quicken my pace.

“JUDE!!”

I’m sprinting around the corner to the front of the building now, and darting back through the entrance. The theater’s still moderately busy, but I’m able to walk freely without running into someone now. I scan the lobby for Robyn, stepping to the side so others could walk past me while I stand around like a lost child. There’s no sign of her, so I begin to wander about the large open space, taking a lingering glance down the screening corridor. There’s a good chance she’d left already, but then again, there were the people who like to stay and loiter ‘round the place for a while after their movie. I give up, but I don’t go back outside yet. I sit on a bench near the door, wallowing in my own anger, watching people pass by. I push myself up and thrust the door open. I search the wide strip of sidewalk outside of the theater for Robyn, but still nothing. I start down the pavement toward the parking lot, where a handful of people were hanging around. Younger people mostly; teenagers. I feel a jarring tug at the bag of my shirt collar that makes my heart leap into my throat. The front of my collar strains my neck and I choke as I’m pulled backward. I descend into a coughing fit when the tugging lets up and I look up to see Lucian.

“What the hell are you thinking wandering off?”

“Huh?!”

He continues when he doesn’t get a response.

I let out another breathy cough and he grabs me by the arm, pulling me along, giving up on getting an answer out of me. Finn must’ve snitched. I knew he did, which only makes me wanna’ rip myself away from Lucian and crawl home by myself. He leads me the rest of the way into the parking lot, never unfastening his grip on my arm. We approach the white Cadillac and he heaves the passenger door open and doesn’t give me a chance to sit down on my own before he’s shoving me inside. Finn, Helena, and Evie are all already in the car and Lucian climbs into the seat behind me, muttering something to Helena. Finn pays a glance over at me and I turn my head away toward the window.

The car ride is silent. A silence where you could hear the breathing of people around you no matter how quiet they were; no matter how far away they were. I stare ahead of me, not moving; just still, and quiet. Finn pulls around to my house, and I step out of the car quicker than I thought was possible, nearly slamming the door behind me. Lucian and Helena follow after me, Lucian uttering a goodbye and a thank you to Finn before he speeds off, neither of us sparing another glimpse at the other.

I run up the steps of our porch, digging my house key out of my pocket, not even giving my brother and sister a chance to walk up the path of the lawn before I’m forcing the door open and making the immediate fleet to my room.

[blackgirlfandomwriter]

Pregnant (Bayverse Optimus x Oc Reader)

Ok, so this is an old one-shot that I wrote starring my friends and me. This was back when I first starting writing on Wattpad and I thought it would be funny to share it with yall so enjoy!!

Lori's POV:

"People are so dumb in horror movies," Savannah said tossing popcorn in her mouth. "I know right," I said laughing as we continued to watch the film in front of us. Tonight me and the girls decided to have a movie night until the guys got back from their mission in Tokyo. "I just got a text from Ratchet, they should be here tomorrow morning," Nina said smiling at us as we all grinned. The movie had gone off so we just started talking about randomness. Kaitlyn started to crack jokes making me laugh uncontrollably. "How about a game of truth or dare," Savannah said with a huge grin that said she was up to no good.

"Uh-uh Savannah's up to something," Nina said shaking her head. "What? No, I'm not I just have a question" Savannah said still smirking evilly. "And what may that be," I asked raising my eyebrow questioningly. "Have any of yall....... you know.......... done it yet?" Savannah said as we all looked around at each other waiting for answers. "Duhhhh," Kaitlyn said sticking her tongue in a playful way. "I know that's right," Savannah said as she and Nina high-fived while laughing. I on the other hand sat there in silence

"I know Lori be getting it in with Optimus all the time," Nina said looking at me giggling. I slapped her on the arm and laughed. "No, we haven't done it," I said trying to hide my embarrassment. "Not yet at least," Savannah raised her eyebrows at me in a joking way. "Bruhh shut up," I said hitting her with a pillow. She looked stunned for a moment before she hit me back. "PILLOW FIGHT" Kaitlyn yelled as we all started to hit each other with pillows.

~Time Skip To Morning~

"Ow stop kicking me" I muttered moving around to get comfortable on whatever I was laying on. I opened my eyes to see me and the girls all spread across the living room floor. I laughed as I stood up from my position on the floor and stretched. I yawned as I headed upstairs to get cleaned up and changed. I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and threw on leggings and a crop top as I picked up my phone to text Optimus.

~~Messages~~

Lori: Hey, I thought you would be home by now 😥

Optimus: Sadly we are at the military base with Lennox discussing going back to Cybertron...... the government is starting to get a bit angsty

Lori: Oh is everything ok

Optimus: Nothing that needs to concern you. Everything will be fine

Lori: Um ok. I love you 💙

Optimus: Love you too. I'll be home soon❤

~~End~~

I looked down at my phone with a smile as I sighed. "I wonder how going back to Cybertron is going to work," I said to myself before shrugging my shoulders. I slipped my phone into my pocket and headed back downstairs. "Breakfast sounds good," I said while pulling out eggs, bacon, and pancake mix as I got to work. Once I was done with breakfast the girls were already awake and sleepily walking to the table. "Thanks for breakfast Lori," Nina said as Savannah and Kaitlyn grumbled through stuffed mouths of food. I laughed hearing a knock at the front door. "Who could that be," I said aloud as I jogged to the door. I slowly opened the door to find a few of the Autobots standing there in their bipedal forms.

"Oh my god! You're back" I yelled hugging them as they all chuckled. "What are you yelling about," Savannah said walking up behind me and freezing. "BEE" she yelled tackling him to the ground. We all laughed as Kaitlyn and Nina came to see all the commotion. They were so happy to see Ratchet and Crosshairs it was unbelievable. "Aww yall are so cute," I said taking out my phone and snapping many pictures. "Whatever girl your just jealous," Nina said sticking out her tongue playfully. "Girl you wish," I said with a playful eye roll. Before I could close the door I saw some more cars pull up. They all looked pretty familiar. They soon transformed revealing Jazz and the Lambo Twins (Sideswipe and Sunstreaker). "It's been a while, Lori," Jazz said walking up to me with a smile. "Nice to see you too," I said punching Jazz in the arm.

Before I could say anything to the twins I was engulfed in a tight hug. "We've missed you," they both said as I sighed. "I missed you guys too," I said as I kissed both of their foreheads as they went inside. Finally, the last three Autobots showed up, Drift, Hound, and Optimus. As soon as they transformed I ran over to Optimus and jumped into his arms. He caught me and spun me around causing me to squeal. When he set me back on the ground I smashed my lips into his as to which he returned the favor. "Eww guys get a room," Hound said in fake disgust. I only laughed as Optimus threw me over his shoulder and carried me into the house. "Optimus what are you doing" I yelled as he started to carry me upstairs. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Savannah making these symbols with her hands towards me.

I gave Savannah a death glare as I mouthed the words Fuck you. Savannah looked at me in disbelief and burst into laughter as me and Optimus made it upstairs. When we made it to my bedroom Optimus lightly threw me on the bed causing me to giggle as he crawled on top of me. "Optimus what are you doing" I wined playfully trying to push him off of me. He didn't say anything as he let his metal lips find mine in a passionate kiss. I kissed back as he let his hands wander down to my hips. He pulled away and nibbled on my neck leaving little love bites as I moaned lightly. After a few minutes, he pulled away and kissed my forehead. "You sure you wanna do this" He whispered as I smirked kissing him roughly. "Does that answer your question?" I said with a smirk as he proceeded with a low growl.

~Time Skip To The Morning After (Cuz I've never written a lemon sooooo..... Yea)~

I woke up to the sun beaming through my curtains as I groaned snuggling into the warm figure next to me. 'Wait' I thought as my eyes popped open. 'Did me and Optimus ..... noooo did we?' I thought while slowly looking under the covers and quickly putting them back down. 'Oh, shit' I thought looking up at the ceiling. I let out a deep sigh as I turned to face a still sleeping Optimus. 'He's so handsome when he sleeps. Ugh, but why do I feel sick all of the sudden'. For some reason, something didn't feel right as I rushed to the bathroom. I shut the door and hunched over the toilet immediately spilling my guts. "What the hell" I groaned as I grabbed my phone off the counter and texted Savannah

~Messages~

Lori: Savannahhhhh😫😥

Savannah: Yes big head

Lori: I need help 😥 Somethings wrong like fr fr

Savannah: Where are you???

Lori: The bathroom in my room 😭

Savannah: Ight hold on

~End~

I took a deep breath as I waited on Savannah's arrival. Soon I heard the doorknob jiggle and in came Savanah shutting the door behind her. "Did you wake Optimus?" I asked nervously. "No, but what's your problem? You look uglier than usual" Savannah stated smiling as I weekly kicked her. "Looookkkk," I said pointing at the toilet. Savannah looked in and quickly backed away in disgust. "What the hell! Are you sick?" she yelled as I shushed her sternly. "I don't know I woke up feeling weird then I threw up," I said laying my head on the bathtub.

"Wait did you and Optimus......" Savannah asked not finishing her sentence. "Not important right now," I said pointing a finger at her as her eyes went wide. "I'll be right back," Savannah said as she ran out of the bathroom leaving me confused. As I waited for her to come back I slowly got up from my position on the floor trying to steady myself. I wobbly walked over to the counter and looked at myself in the mirror. 'Ugh I look horrible' I thought as I rinsed my mouth to get rid of the smell of puke.

"I'm back," Savannah said while holding something behind her back. "What's that," I asked pointing behind her with a raised eyebrow. Without saying a word she pulled out a pregnancy test and my jaw dropped in shock. "Take it," Savannah said sternly. "Are you serious?" I said crossing my arms in disbelief. "Yes, now take it," Savannah said shoving it into my hands and walking out of the bathroom. I sighed as went through the process of taking the pregnancy test. I set it on the counter and waited. 'There's no way I'm pregnant...... am I? I mean it was only once and it was my first time! Oh god, why am I so anxious'. I started to get more nervous as I paced around the bathroom. 'What will Optimus think? Does he even want kids? Do I want kids? WHY DIDN'T WE USE A-'. My thoughts were soon interrupted by my phone ringing signaling that the five-minute wait was over.

I slowly picked up the test with shaky hands. I looked down at the test and immediately lost my breath. "I'm pregnant" I whispered while covering my mouth with my hand. Tears started to fall but I couldn't tell if I was happy or scared. I sobbed quietly as I slid onto the floor. 'What am I gonna do?' I thought to myself as I cried a bit harder. There was a knock at the door causing me to jump but I didn't say a word. "Lori are you ok," A rough voice said from the other side of the door. 'Shit' I scurried to my feet while wiping my eyes clean. "Yea I'm fine," I said fixing myself up. "You don't sound fine. Can you please open the door" Optimus said as my heart stopped. 'Here comes the moment of truth I guess'

I opened the door letting him in as he kissed my forehead. "I have something to tell you" I spoke as my voice quivered. "Are you ok, you look sick?" Optimus said looking at me with concern. "Yea I'm fine just a little morning sickness," I said putting on a fake smile. As soon as I said those words Optimus's eyes went wide. "Are you?" Optimus asked questioningly as he stared at my stomach. "Yea...... I'm sorry" I said bursting into tears as I felt a strange pain in my chest. "Sorry? For what" Optimus said trying to calm me down. "I didn't even ask if you wanted kids, it just happened! And I-" Before I could continue my ranting his lips gently smashed onto mine.

I calmed down as he wiped away my stray tears. "Hey, look at me," Optimus said while raising my head my his index finger, "I've always thought about starting a family with you. It just happened faster than I expected, but I still love you and our unborn child," Optimus said causing my eyes to water up again. "I love you so much," I said kissing him passionately. I felt him smirk in the kiss causing me to giggle. "You kiss me like that again and we might be making twins," Optimus said kissing my neck. "You horny hunk of metal," I said shoving him playfully and trying to walk away. But I couldn't get far enough before he scooped me up into his arms bridal style and carried me downstairs.

When we walked into the living room everyone was sitting there as if they were awaiting our arrival. "Soooooo," Savannah said with a huge grin. "You told them," I said looking at her with a shocked expression. "That's not important right now. What does the test say" Nina said jumping up and down eagerly. Optimus and I exchanged a look as we both smiled. "WE'RE HAVING A BABY!!" I yelled in excitement as everyone laughed and clapped. "It's about damn time," Crosshairs said with a smirk while I playfully glared at him. "Aww I'm going to be an auntie," Savannah said wiping away a fake tear. I laughed while hugging her tightly as everyone else started talking about baby showers and planning causing me to roll my eyes. "Wow can't believe I'm gonna be a mom," I said rubbing my still flat stomach. "I can't believe I'm gonna be a father," Optimus said kissing my forehead as everyone 'Awwed'. I took a good look around at the people around me, the Autobots, my friends, my best friend, the love of my life, and soon to be born child.

This is my family now and I love them

[volleychumps]

I frfr forgot if I requested earlier but Getting matching tattoos with Kenma maybe reader getting a controller and Kenma getting a mic. Cuz both are famous ig like he’s a famous YouTuber and she’s a singer but there relationship is private but they are seen in public as friends so like ppl peep both tattoos and start speculating. And they accidentally get exposed when she comes on his stream not knowing he’s live

I love this concept?? So much?? And it’s my first Kenma single work???

The Secret (Kenma Kozume x Reader)

The one in which you’re a famous singer dating the pro-gamer on the down low and accidentally expose it to the public

Warning(s): like a TINGE of nsfw themes like super light 

----------------------------------

“All done?” 

“It’s rare to see that you are.” 

You smile at the sight of your boyfriend leaning against the doorway of your in-home studio, humming contentedly as you slip your headphones off. As you turn off the recorder and fiddle with the buttons, Kenma approaches you tiredly, running a hand through his hair let loose out of it’s small bun. The red hoodie he was wearing was loose around his frame, the bags under his eyes signalling that the stream he had just finished up had been a long one as he unscrews the lid to a water bottle. 

“I heard you from the other room. Real pretty voice.” 

“Sure you weren’t scared your viewers would hear?” You tease, accepting the water as Kenma scoffs, rolling his eyes before you feel him approach you from the back. 

“Can we not just bask in this rare moment of freedom we both have? Please?” 

“You love gaming.” You protest, feeling Kenma push your hair to one side of your head to expose your neck.

“And you love singing, but it doesn’t make it any less tiring after hours on end.” 

You turn off your ring light as Kenma’s arms droop lazily around your waist, the gamer digging his face into your neck tiredly while breathing against your skin. Your fingers find one of his hands resting around your middle, stroking the ink on the skin of the side of his thumb with butterflies in your stomach at the sight of the simplistic microphone inked on his skin. 

“I still can’t believe we went through with it.” You whisper, feeling his lips curl a little against your skin. 

“How’s yours healing up?” Kenma murmurs into your neck, lifting his head slightly to catch your own hand and examine the tattoo of the controller on yours. You wince a little bit when he rubs his thumb over it distractedly, the skin still risen a little bit from how fresh it is. 

“Stinging. Yours?” 

“The pain is worth it.” 

“Shut up.” You laugh, turning to face him as Kenma clicks his tongue, murmuring something about how that wasn’t what he meant before you place a kiss on his temple sweetly. 

“Dinner? We can order in.” 

“Right. Like we can actually go out.” Kenma rolls his eyes as you nudge him slightly, feeling a twinge in your chest. The idea to keep it a secret had been your initial thought, but Kenma still agreed that the two of you needed to play your cards right for the sake of your careers. 

“You know it would be a hassle if our viewers knew. And since when do you ever want to go out?” 

“Have you not been on your phone? They’re already kind of on to us after someone digitally enhanced our recent photos to see our tattoos.” Kenma ignores your little jab at his indoor tendencies as he arches a brow. 

“What?” You blink, a surge of panic rushing through your chest as you go to grab your phone. “Already-?” 

“Hey.” Kenma tightens his hold on you, and you still as the setter places a quick kiss on the top of your head while attempting to ease your worries. “Let’s not freak out. Not now, at least. Just...hang with me?” 

You relax, Kenma’s rare words of affection making the panic replace with warmth as you turn in his hold, arms wrapping around his middle tightly as his clasp at the small of your back. The scent of him fills your nose as you mumble into his chest, a wave of tired washing over you as Kenma hides a small, relaxed smile into your hair. 

“Alright, love. Sushi okay?” 

“Order me ramen.”

“Right! My viewers sent me in some apple pie, I almost forgot- Kenma, wait for me!” 

“You should have said so sooner.” 

-----------------------------------------

The TV was still blaring on some random episode of a netflix series when you wake up, Kenma’s hoodie hanging around your groggy figure as you wake up warm yet alone, tiredly sitting up to switch off the TV. You blink once, and then twice again before smiling to yourself. 

Kenma had applied petroleum jelly to your tattoo for you, an open bottle of water already unscrewed and waiting on the clean living room table. 

The plates from dinner had already been taken and now laid on the drying rack along with the apple pie neatly put away in it’s box next to it. You had to hand it to him, Kenma made it hard for you to be annoyed about waking up alone. Wiping your eyes with the loose sleeve of your boyfriend’s hoodie, you check the time only for your eyes to widen a little bit. 

It was now nine in the morning, meaning that you had slept through the night without even realizing it. You sigh, going through your phone while still waking up before frowning at the influx of notifications and messages blowing up your device, the dms in particular being the most annoying. 

Are you dating Kenma Kozume?!

Back off, hoe. He belongs to his fans. 

Omg omg is my ship sailing??????

From: Asshole 

Are you two lovebirds trying to get found out?

You narrow your eyes, shooting a text back. 

-Kuroo, it’s too early for your bull. 

Listen lovely, it’s never too early. And matching tattoos? He wouldn’t get any with me:((

-Wonder why.

I’VE BEEN SHOT-

You snort before stretching tiredly, putting your phone down and wandering into your spacious bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth, a giddy feeling in your stomach at the fact that Kenma was supposed to finish up his live in less than twenty minutes. However, you stall, gaping at the mirror in disbelief. 

A groan slips your lips as you raise a hand to your neck, eyeing the dark bruises littered up to your jaw as you hang your head and sigh. You couldn’t believe you had forgotten that Kenma had gotten a little carried away last night, your heated makeout session on the couch turning into a little something more, hence the hoodie you now adorned. 

You blush as you begin to remember, shaking your head of such thoughts before tying your hair up. Oh well, nothing some concealer and color corrector wouldn’t fix- maybe a scarf or two. You begin to make breakfast after clambering into the kitchen, a nutritious breakfast of soup and fish with rice being carefully plated onto a tray almost half an hour later. 

Hey, is Kenma done with his stream? 

You sip some soup, tasting it as you type away on your phone. 

-Should be, Kuroo- why? 

Oh, his fans were blowing up his comments asking about you and I’ve never seen the poor boy so flustered. Hug him, will you? 

-Bringing him breakfast now. 

I’m so glad he met you:’) 

-Buzz off:’)

You ignore the snarky response from Kuroo before lifting the tray, not even bothering to knock or say you were coming in as you push the door open to Kenma’s gaming room after ascending the stairs, figuring that the stream was supposed to end ten minutes ago- 

And oh boy did you wish you had knocked. 

You almost drop the tray, stilling at the sight of Kenma’s stream still ongoing, the cat-like boy pushing back from his monitor in shock as he whips his head to look at you from his gaming chair- 

You, his hoodie draped hanging off your figure with no pants underneath, simply exposing your bare legs and your hair tied back messily, a tray of breakfast in your hand that signalled you had spent the night together-

and not to mention the hickies ever so evident on your neck. 

“Y/N-” 

You squeak, stepping out of the door and slamming it shut behind you just as Kenma’s comments explode across the monitor. You were in for it now. 

The tray gets slowly lowered in front of the door before you make a mad dash to your shared bedroom, ignoring the now increased influx of notifications on your phone from Kenma’s hoodie pocket before throwing it across the room and face-planting onto your bed. 

How could you have been so careless?

Heat tinges your eyes as you muffle a scream into the sheets. 

What’s gonna happen now?

You flinch at the sound of someone else entering the room, refusing to look up from your spot as a familiar figure sits next to your teary one carefully. A feeling of guilt and wishing you could turn back time weighs on your chest as Kenma strokes a hand through your hair. 

“Don’t panic.” 

“Don’t panic?!” You sit up, Kenma eyeing you evenly as he watches frustrated tears brim your eyes. “I just walked into your live!” 

“I know, I was there.” 

“Kenma!” You whine, and surprise etches onto your features when Kenma stifles a laugh into his palm, looking off to the side before taking your hand in one of his carefully. The other one wipes moisture from your eyes as Kenma stops teasing you, looking at you seriously through golden irises. 

“We’d have to let them know eventually, you do know that- right? Or did you want to keep us a secret forever?”

“I know, but...” You sniff, Kenma using his finger to tilt your chin up slightly to tilt his head. 

“But?” 

“I don’t want to...ruin your career.” You finish quietly, and you gasp when you suddenly find yourself on your back, Kenma now looking at you with a hard edge to his eyes as he stares down at you from his position on top. 

“Well, isn’t this familiar-” your cracked voice tries to joke. 

“Shut up.” Kenma rolls his eyes before leaning down so his nose is almost touching yours. 

“Would I have gotten this ink permanently drawn onto my damn skin if I thought you’d ever ruin anything for me?” 

At your loss of words, Kenma sighs before taking one of your relaxed hands- the one with the controller on it- and bringing the side of your thumb to his lips so he can mumble against it. 

“And this? This tattoo of yours means that you’re mine. Didn’t we get these tattoos because we knew we’d reveal it anyway?” 

“Kenma, you’re speaking too much calm down-” 

“Y/N.” 

You stop with your antics as Kenma’s voice softens, eyeing you seriously. “Don’t you...want to be together?” 

“God, what kind of question is that?” You frown, lifting your hands to cup his face as you look up at his pretty features. “You know I do.” 

“Then I’m happy you walked into my stream.” Kenma turns his head into your touch to kiss your palm. “Because now all those damn pretty boys in your dms know you’re taken.”

“Kenma, they saw hickies.” 

“So?” 

“I can’t with you.” You roll your eyes before releasing a breathy laugh, glancing at the phone screen from the floor across the room as it turns off and on, lighting your screen up with notifciations. “I’m taking it the press is eating this up?” 

“Like a damn buffet.” Kenma sighs, lazily beginning to trace patters into your exposed thighs. “You know what I can eat up though?” 

“The breakfast you stepped over on your way to pursue me?” You blink innocently, laughing when Kenma shoots you a tired stare. 

“Sure. Let’s eat breakfast.” 

“Kenma-” You begin to whine, only for your boyfriend to kiss your lips in a chaste manner, lips lifting ever so slightly when you blink doe-eyed up at him in response. The phones become ignored as Kenma throws his behind him, the press now forgotten as two phones now blow up beside one another.

His thumb strokes yours as the ink on both of your skin traces over one another, the slight sting of the tattoos unnoticeable as Kenma’s hands slide further up his hoodie. 

“Use that pretty voice of yours and tell me what you want then, princess.” 

“I’m starting to think you did this on purpose.” You murmur against his lips as Kenma scoffs in the midst of trailing kisses down your neck. 

“There’s a reason my stream didn’t end when I told you it would, love.” 

-------------------------------

General Work taglist: @takemetovalhalla @savemesteeb @dreebbles @kasandrafaye @yams046