#dawg looking at this a few hours later….

[mikroscopy]

school doodles

[enha-sua]

(🔴) ... [ NOW PLAYING ] [ENGENE-MADE] THE LOVE TRIANGLE THAT IS : HEESUHOON !

❛intro❜ : every generation has famous ships , it's inevitable.... but out of all the fourth gen ships , there hasn't been any that comes close the mess of a love triangle that is heesuhoon.

quick heesuhoon analysis: heeseung likes sua , but sunghoon also likes sua , but sua hates love triangles and they both know that but that doesn't stop them , and they think they're being slick but fans are aware and some are team suseung and some are team suhoon , and then theres a portion of them who just want all three of them to get a house together and live there lives until their golden age there (me) and for heehoon to stop being so obviously suspicious of jungwon , because of the small crush he had during i-land...

anyways today we're here to decide who's the best ship , and then it's up to you guys to pick your favorite ship

ROUND ONE !

heeseung tying her shoe for her when she can't do it

example one: *video from a concert* *sua having to sit down during a few concerts because she sustained a injury to her knee and had to wear a cast* *doesn't know her shoe is untied* *heeseung does though* *heeseung mouthing: "your shoe" * *she can't hear* "huh" *bends down in the middle of the concert to tie her shoe* *the rest of enhypen are in complete confusion* *like dawg you are in the middle of the concert🤨*

example two: "unnie , your shoe!" *fan points to her shoes.* "ah! thank you" *about to bend down and tie it* *heeseung is quicker than that though* *bends down* *engenes going crazy* *enhypen once again caught in these two's love story while the staff are in the back gave up telling them to chill out* *sua is flustered* "as expected from heeseung." *jay is annoyed , even though he's captain of the ship*

heeseung: 2 sunghoon: 0

ROUND TWO !

sunghoon always holding her bags for her

example one: "this bag is so annoying , i don't even know why i carry it." *spots a wild sunghoon minding his business*"my shoulders hurt so bad." *sunghoon immediately grabbing the bag* "i told you to stop using this bag , you always get red marks from holding it on your shoulders all day." *holding it in his hand.* "i'll only hold it for a second , then you're getting it back" *aggressive love* *3 hours later: he still has it* *jake notices him holding it on his shoulder now* "bro , she tricked you again?" *he doesn't even care* "yah , her shoulder was hurting , leave me alone." *he was hoodwinked*

example two: *fan video from twitter when they were at the prada event* *sunghoon waiting for her to get out the car* *ladies if he could he would* *finally gets out the car , and they're walking* *sunghoon mouthing: hand me your bag* *look at her smile , she knows she has him wrapped around her finger* *sua mouthing: thanks love* *happy hoonie* *suhooners have a field day with this video every other week*

heeseung: 2 sunghoon: 2

ROUND THREE : !

heeseung giving her his sweater

*sua talking to engenes* *heeseung senses something is wrong* "are you cold?" *he's so cute 😭* "no , im fine." *she's obviously cold* "i told you to wear something warm." *heeseung scolding her as usual* "yah- im not cold" *doesn't want him to win* "fine , next time you should listen* *pouty sua* *she keeps talking , but he can see her shivering* *takes his sweater off , wrapping it around her body* *smiley sua* "i knew you were cold." *look at his smile , that is the look of a man in love*

heeseung: 3 sunghoon : 2

ROUND FOUR !

sunghoon always keeping a sweater for her in his bag

*sua literally past out in the back😭* *sunghoon noticing* "that's because she's up all night playing on her ipad , she never goes to bed on time." *shaking his head like he isn't right beside when she's spamming weverse like a lunatic* "she's probably uncomfortable and cold." *gets up and walks away from the camera* *5 minutes later* *he's back with her sweater , draping it over her body* "she falls asleep anywhere , so you have to keep one at all times." *he says with the most serious face* "cute" *like what sunghoon😭*

heeseung: 3 sunghoon: 3

ROUND FIVE !

suseung being cute

example one: *sua's birthday live* "where are the members? everyone is busy , they said they could've make it , but i'll take the cake home and we'll share it." *look at her frown* "anyway , back to what i was talking about." *5 minutes later* *knock on the door* "oh? who could that be?" *confused sua* *door opens* "i'm li-" *look at how her eyes light up* "what are you doing here" *that smile 💔* "what do you mean?" *it's heeseung !!!* "i came to wish you a happy birthday." *handing her the gift* "what is this?" *embarrassed heeseung* "ah! don't open yet , wait until i leave." *spoiler alert : it was the necklace she really wanted , im fucking sobbing😭* "thank you." *hugs him* *all the suseungers are dying*

example two: *sua and heeseung on a day out* "she forced me to sit in the nail salon for and hour while she got her nails sone." *she bamboozled* "i asked you if you wanted me to wait , i was gonna wait !" *not him just laughing* "anyways , i got these , they're baby pink , and look i got little bow gems." *heeseung cooking up a idea* *smirking* "let me see." *pouty sua* "no" "come on , let me see." *so unaware* "fine , only because they're cute and i want to show them off." *shows him* *grabs her hand and interlocks them* *look how flustered she is* "what are you doing?" *heeseung trying to be innocent* "what" *so fucking cute😭💔*

heeseung: 5 sunghoon: 3

ROUND SIX !

suhoon being cute

example one: *sua doing a live in her room* "i cleaned my room for this , it's normally clothes everywhere" *same love , same* *knock on the door* "give me a minute" *gets up to answer it* "yah , im live." "i know , i was watching on my way home." *sunghoon doesn't care , he's come to disturb her piece* "park sunghoon!" *sits on her bed* "what do you want?" *sits back down* "did you just get home?" *like did she forget she was live , her whole body is turned to him* "hmm , i bought you food." *smiley sua* "thank you." *like the eye contact is killing me* "i'll wait for you to finish , so we can eat together." *and he did , he waited for the entire live 😭*

example two: *vacation content* *sua likes sitting by herself sometimes* *sunghoon likes to sit with sua* "what?" *says nothing* "what do you want?" just grabs her hand , and holds it.* *her face is all red , enhypen staff are literally throwing up rn trying to edit this* *they literally just sit in silence , while he plays with her fingers* *like the rest of the members are literally bouncing off the walls and they're just sitting there*

heeseung: 5 sunghoon: 5

BONUS CLIP OF HEESUHOON IN ACTION !

heehoon both being jealous and ready to kill jungwon ( not literally no jungwons were actually hurt ) *hopefully😀*

"noona." *sua anytime the maknae line calls her that* "ah , cute!" *pinches his cheek* "so cute" *sua calm down , he's not going no where there's no need to be hugging him like that* *jungwon pretending this is his own personal hell , knowing he loves this* *heehoon on the other hand , this is their personal hell* *look at their faces 😳* "yah sua." *heeseung stopping sunghoon from a scandal* *sua hears them , turns around* *notices their expressions* *smiles* *look at them giggling like little school children* *all she did was smile STAND UP*

heeseung: 6 sunghoon: 6

❛outro❜ : there's no winner they both are equally in love with the girl who hates love triangles and they should all just get a house together and live out their days there... but in all serious , who's your favorite ship , suseung or suhoon ?

comment down you fav , and don't forget to like and subscribe for more sua content goodbye 👋🏽

©️ENHA-SUA

[lovelykhaleesiii]

can i request being titus' basement wife, just kinda like soft dark yandere vibes, idk i trust you dawg 🤭🤭

Tough Love [Sequence #1]

HEADCANON

PAIRING: Soft!Yandere!Titus x fem!Reader

WORDS: 834.

WARNING: mentions of kidnapping, dark!Titus, toxic behaviour (possessiveness), reference to stockholm syndrome, power play, dominant!titus, praise kink.

A/N - thank you for this request, my dearest Bel! apologies for getting back to this so so late. hope you enjoy xox

At first, it would be a “tough love” type of situation: you deeply resented Titus for the misfortune he had brought upon you. He had spoiled you of your own independent life, solely for what you could only presume, was to pursue his own personal interests, and you resisted him for that.

On many occasions you tried desperately, despite all odds working against your favour, to escape. Sometimes configuring a plan, although most of the time you would wing the escape.

You were in his territory, however: heavily confined and chained to his will. The chances of succeeding were slim to nothing, and this was proven many times.

Anyone could’ve easily been fooled: despite his well-rounded and meekly approach, he had a darker demeanour about him that you had now known.

"Try that act again with me, and I won't be so lenient next time, Y/N."

He frightened you in those moments, to consider what a man of his strengths could be capable of, considering the strenuous lengths he went to, to have you all to himself.

Although, these moments would be sparred, for in a few short hours later, after Titus had some thought to process, he would return with an apologetic look, expressing his guilt towards you.

You noticed that he had greatly opposed the idea of hurting you: having no intention to harm you purposefully, only wishing for you to favour him, as he did with you.

He wanted to be loved, and you were the apple of his eye.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my sweet thing. You shouldn't have done that. You should not have done that... Look at what you made me do, silly girl."

Whether he was profusely muttering to himself or you: you could not say with certainty.

Although, it showed a completely different, jarring side to him, it had blindsided you. He could and was often a kind and gentle soul. A man who took his time and effort to console you, and yet, step a foot over his line and he would remind you, exactly who was in charge.

Two-sides to the same coin.

The more Titus was around you, the more familiar you became, growing heavily reliant on him, it could potentially have been his efforts to persuade you to love him. Make you believe, he was all that you required, that he could satisfy you and only him.

He in return, grew comfortable as the feelings from your behalf, began to gradually show and reciprocate. Beginning as small mannerisms, a quiet exchange of “thank you” and “please”, or that you would wish him a good night, and return a smile.

He fed you well, always providing meals on a timely manner, with a vase of handpicked flowers. Bathing you, with decadent, alluring scents, clothing you with new, unworn apparel like some spoiled brat. He spoke to you and more so listened to you.

His treatment towards you was more so homily, than hostile. He stripped you of your life, of your identity for a reason, and it was only with time that he opened up.

He wanted to be loved, just like any other sane person, he wanted the mundane spoils of life: a white-picket fenced house and a family to call his very own.

"I wanted that luxury from the moment I saw you. It had to be you."

Many of times you tried desperately to convince yourself that he was merely manipulating you [and who could know, if he truly was], he had a seductive way with his words.

The more he spoke of this domestic, blissful dream with you, the more you seemed to desire it also, envisioning the details in your mind as it warmed your heart like a flame stoking in the fireplace.

Slowly the mutual trust began to blossom: and not before long, you were free from the four, brick walled confinement of the dingy basement, being led up to the breath of fresh air that was a neatly furnished house with contemporary furniture. A home, your new home.

"I did this all for you. This is your home now, Y/N. This is all ours. Everything you’ll ever need, I have given and will give to you."

Not before long, you had settled into a fashionably domestic routine.

Titus greatly enjoyed cooking for you, although when you decided to take the reins, he relished in your eagerness to tend to him.

Whatever the chore being attended to, he would closely watch you, hours on end even. Pleasantly admiring how dutiful you had grown towards him, proof of your loyalty.

He was also deeply in awe of your beauty, and never did a day pass by where he did not mention it to you. Praising you about how angelic and graceful you appeared to him, the way your hair swayed in motion with your body, your figure itself, and that face.

“Now how did I get so lucky finding you, baby? The woman of my dreams.”

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[kurikive]

please! — 67. you reek, and even then i still like(love) you.

babbling incoherent words, hanni was dragging down y/n on the floor with her arms around her neck. "now i get why you do this." she slurred out barely understandable words while y/n just sighed trying to get her girlfriend to get up.

see, it was now 12:56, almost 1 AM. and hanni had spent the last hour doing absolute nonsense at the party, like cursing out hyein (a child) for god knows how long, dancing strangely and making her girlfriend think she was having a seizure, throwing up in the kitchen sink on accident, and climbing up a tree when unsupervised.

hyein's mom called, it was her time to go home. and by the looks of her state, it was hanni's too.

"babe, please get down." y/n exclaimed to her girlfriend who was sitting on a thick branch with seemingly no expression other than a blank stare to the people below her. "you're gonna get dizzy and throw up."

"my throw-up will go all over you like the peasants that you are." she slurred.

"okay, what the fuck?" danielle, one of the only people with consciousness in the group, said offended.

"hanni, pleaseeeee!" y/n pressed her hands together as she pleaded her lover to get down. "i'll take you home, just please get down."

the girl on the tree seemed to think about it. "beg and i'll consider it." she shrugged.

"nah, this is some weird shit, dawg." drunkenly, jungwon stumbled away in disgust.

"wha- god, hanni, please? can you just please get down? what more do you want? i'm literally kneeling, gosh..."

"help me, i can't get down by myself, duh." hanni complained.

holding out her arms as she carefully pulled hanni down the branch she muttered, "don't ever get drunk again, goodness hanni..."

and now, a group of drunk teenagers and some sober ones walking down the dark streets to go home street. the ones who lived close together walked beside each other with the sober ones while hanni and y/n walked with each other with their arms around each other (y/n was just carrying all of hanni's weight while the other hung on her shoulders).

danielle and haerin walked behind them to make sure none of them fell to the ground, and if they did... well, danielle would be there to take the pictures and (not) help.

other than the loud laughs and drunken comments by the teens, it was a peaceful walk, kind of. "y/n~ where are we goooingggg~" hanni asked as she clung harder to the tallers shoulders, almost dragging her to the ground.

"i'm taking you home, nini. we'll get there soon, don't worry." she reassured her, pulling the girl closer to her instead of the pavement. the other just groaned.

hanni doesn't know how y/n even managed to get the both of them on the bus, all she knows is that she feels a little sleepy. the atmosphere of the night pulling down on her eyelids, and before she knew it her head was resting on y/n's shoulder once again as her consciousness faded away.

y/n felt the weight return to her once heavy shoulders. she looked down to find her girlfriend resting peacefully beside her. the lights of the city shining on her features made her look even prettier.

y/n was about to take her phone out before she held back and just admired the view with her own two eyes. a light gust of wind came in through the upper windows of the bus. could the moment get better than this?

a few minutes later, y/n recognized the bus stop approaching from the window. it was the same one she waited in when she took hanni home on their first date. she gently shook the sleeping girl, whispering sweet words to wake her up from her rest.

groaning once again, hanni let herself be guided by y/n to the doors of the bus while the other carried both their weights with difficulty.

hanni almost tripped as she got down the stairs of the bus, giving y/n a mini heart attack. "are you okay?" she asked with concern, hanni just nodded in response.

"are your parents home?" y/n asked once again as they walked that familiar path towards hanni's home. hanni shook her head carefully while pouting, "mm-mh, if they were i wouldn't have gotten drunk, dummy."

"right." y/n chuckled at her girlfriend's drunken expressions. they were getting closer to the house and y/n internally battled with herself if she should just drop her off at the front door and go home or accompany her inside to make sure she went to sleep accordingly and not wake up with a headache the next day. she figured she'd just let hanni choose in the end.

as they got closer and closer to hanni’s house’s front door, y/n began to grow more nervous. ‘what if she sets her house on fire when i leave?’ thinking of every horrible and possible outcome of leaving a drunk hanni alone in her own house started to freak her out until she heard the other’s soft sleepy voice speak.

“you’re gonna help me brush my teeth, right?’

y/n almost let out a big sigh of relief.

“if you let me then yeah.” hanni just chuckled at the taller’s words.

y/n barely noticed they were already in front of their destination when hanni removed her own arm from y/n’s shoulders to take out her house keys as she stumbled trying to keep her balance. y/n quietly hovered her arm behind the shorter, just in case.

hanni tried about five times to get the key in the key slot before she could actually unlock the door to her house, y/n just watched her patiently as she thought trying to help might disturb her concentration and make her feel worse. as soon as hanni opened the door she immediately got inside and took of her shoes to go sit down and rest her body, but she stopped halfway on her tracks when she noticed the front door was still open and y/n was still outside.

“you’re gonna stay outside and freeze until you die?” she sarcastically asked, letting a giggle slip through her words. “come in before i go back and slam the door in your face.” and so y/n stepped inside, admiring the inside of what her girlfriend called home.

meanwhile y/n closed the door behind her, the shorter girl was slowly starting to stress out in her mission of finding the TV remote. “y/n.” said girl rapidly turned her head to where she was called, “help me find the remote.” hanni whined. chuckling, the taller could already spot the object from behind her partner on top of the counter the TV stood in. slowly making her way towards it, she checked if said object was the one hanni was so desperately looking for. “this?” she asked.

with an embarrassed frown, hanni took it from her girlfriend’s hands. “huh. weird. i checked there.” y/n laughed endeared at the other’s excuses.

“why were you even looking for it? we have to get you ready for bed.”

“yes, but... i need the TV as background noise so i feel less lonely.” she shyly admitted. “don’t.” she cut off y/n, who seemed like she was about to speak, in fear she’d make fun of her habits. “don’t make fun of me.”

“i was just gonna say i do that too, nini. don’t worry, i would never make fun of you for something like that.” and although the first part was true, the second one was a complete lie as their relationship was just pure bullying towards each other as a way to hide their “embarrassing” feelings.

after hanni chose a channel to leave as background noise, she drunkenly carried herself towards her own room, y/n following behind her as she kept admiring the decorations in the house. it took a little longer than expected to walk up the stairs, but y/n let hanni go at her pace instead of carrying her up and getting her dizzy and potentially having them both fall down the stairs.

“wait, you’re going in my room for the first time, this is exciting!” hanni randomly turned around and looked at her girlfriend with excitement. “i’m- i’m going in your room?”

“you’re gonna brush my teeth in the kitchen?” the shorter asked.

y/n grinned, “i mean, you seem sober enough to do it yourself, i don’t know.”

“i could kick you out.”

“sorry.” was the last thing any of them said before hanni opened the door to her room. still, it was only hanni who went into the bedroom.

she turned around and glared at the taller, “are you gonna keep doing this?” y/n only chuckled. “change into your pajamas by yourself! i’ll wait here.” and she turned around, back facing the door frame.

“weirdo...” hanni muttered before shutting the door to change clothes. it’s not like they had that type of confidence yet, they were a fresh couple, also minding that hanni was still drunk and not yet sober. it was only better to wait.

y/n stood outside the door to hanni’s room, listening to the sound of the TV downstairs and admiring the new surroundings. but that short peace was disturbed not long after by hanni’s screams for help inside the walls behind her.

“y/n! help me! i’m stuck!” she held in a sigh and braced herself for any possible scenario she’d discover once she opened the door. “hanni? are you okay-

HAHAHA!”

“stop laughing, asshole! help me out!” the shorter demanded, but who wouldn’t laugh? when hanni was standing with her arms up in the air and her head barely making it through hole of her pajamas. the room suddenly turned quiet, “y/n? where are you?”

click!

“did you just take a fucking picture?”

but there was no other sound apart from the soft giggles that left y/n’s lips. she finally got hanni’s head through and was met with the sight of pink pajamas with bunny prints and a very red faced short girlfriend. y/n could not figure out if the redness was from anger or embarrassment.

hanni just glared at her girlfriends silly smirk, and only frowned harder when she teased, “there you go, big head.”

“fuck you. brush my teeth.” the shorter hissed.

“but we have to take your make up off first, silly!”

2:02 am. hanni was sitting on her bathroom’s countertop while y/n was, after a long session of whining and complaining, diligently brushing the other’s teeth.

after she was done, the latter took the toothbrush to rinse it with water while her girlfriend stared intensely at every action. “god, hanni. never get this drunk again.” she once again complained.

hypocrite. “but i wanna get drunk at our wedding.” hanni muttered sheepishly, clearly acting and noticeable by the way she threw her shoulders out. nevertheless, y/n dropped her jaw in shock at the sudden comment. “what? do you not want to get married?” hanni still feigned innocence, this time with a smirk on her stupid face.

“what?! no! i-i mean, yes! i just- i don’t- i didn’t... you know...” y/n’s face grew redder every second while hanni’s smile grew wider. “i don’t know...” she mumbled in surrender.

“you’re cute. i like you.”

y/n smiled at her confession, “no shit, hanni. we’re girlfriends. i’d hope you at least liked me.” she rolled her eyes as a chuckle escaped with her words, only to find a pout and watery eyes when she put them back on her girlfriend. “are you crying?”

as soon as she said that, hanni started bawling. “we’re *hiccup* girlfrie-ends.” the taller could only laugh in disbelief. she was the lucky one to be able to call the girl she liked a lover, and yet here she was, drunkenly crying at the fact that they were dating.

but then again, hanni’s mouth smelled of alcohol and her opening it as she sobbed didn’t help. at all.

 “hanni, i really love you and all, but you reek of alcohol and i need to find this mouthwash. so, pleeease stop crying.” and so she stopped, with little tears dropping past her pout as she watched y/n kneel in front of the counter’s cabinet trying to find the blue liquid.

“found it.” but when she went to stand up, she hit her head on the counter. “ow.” the pain fading away the moment she heard hanni’s little giggles. she handed the bottle to the girl, but saw she refused to take it because it was still closed. with a groan, she twisted the cap and poured the mouthwash into it, finally handed it to hanni, who reluctantly took it and drank it like a tequila shot.

“what the fuck?!” y/n yelped at the scene she just witnessed. hanni just stepped down from the countertop and face y/n as if nothing that insane had happened, making y/n step backwards and almost trip. “what?” she chuckled, there she goes again with the innocent act.

this idiot was just crying and now she’s downing mouthwash shots. crazy.

walking away mindlessly, hanni turned off the bathroom lights with y/n still inside, signaling her to also walk out. “wait! i’m scared of the dark!” she said as she ran off.

this time it was hanni’s turn to laugh loudly, “no you’re not!”

“a little...” the taller mumbled.

“good thing i have a nigh light! can finally put it to use.” hanni mentioned.

y/n suddenly stopped in her tracks, “wait, i’m sleeping here?”

“if you allow yourself to.” hanni shrugged. “you just said the l word to me but can’t dare to sleep in the same room as your girlfriend.”

“i can sleep on the floor- wait, what did i say?”

“you said the l word. few minutes ago.”

“no i didn’t?”

“you did.”

“liar.”

“why would i lie about that?”

“to tease me.”

hanni laughed, yet agreed. “yeah, i would do that. you still said it, though.”

“did you say it?”

“nope.”

“will you say it?”

it was quiet for a bit.

“i’ll think about it.”

“great, let’s go to sleep.” said y/n as she walked towards the bed to undo the covers so hanni could get in first.

getting under the covers, hanni started thinking while she stared at her girlfriend who was fixing the night light. “if i was a bug-”

“no. sleep.”

“not even a buttefly?”

“butterflies scare me.” y/n laid in bed next to hanni, who fixed her position to look at her face to face.

“what about a roach?”

“sleep.”

“you’re no fun.”

“snore... mimimimimi...” y/n pretended to sleep and made fake snoring noises, making hanni giggle. “read me a story.”

“no.” y/n had already closed her eyes.

“i hate you.”

“you stink.”

“even if i stink you still like me.”

“even if you reek i still like you.”

“weirdo.”

��can you please sleep?” there were no words after that, only soft breaths and a few sounds of shifting in place made by hanni who tried to find the most comfortable position. y/n was also slowly falling asleep, and when the taller unconsciously wrapped her arm around hanni’s waist, she found the most comfortable place was in her arms.

masterlist | epilogue

— y/n is most definitely not immune to pretty girls, and hanni is very pretty. she begs for one chance, but when it's given, what will she do?

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kurinote 📝 i havent slept in four days <3 officially the last chapter of please! hope u liked it lol hehwjebsj (epilogue still on board btw dw!!)

[tireddovahkiin]

OKAY I HAVE TO RANT ABOUT THESE HILLARIOUS SCENARIOS I CAME UP WITH- (At least to me!)

Basically Vincent Valentine having his ass forced to babysit my OC Junior who's a Twitch streamer. This is how it goes (I might even draw this):

[have in mind that Junior is a cringey ass teenager💀]

This oc x canon interaction is strictly platonic!

. . .

*stream starts with Juniors face in the webcam*

Junior: ".... Hello everybody my name is Markipl-" *breaks character*

Junior: How's it GOINNN', mothershockers, IT'S YA BOIIII Junie, with a VERY special guest today!~ ... Give it up for da babysitter, the one and only, Vincent Valentine~!!!! *dramatic ahh Will Smith showing off hand pose*

*camera is set so only Vincents torso is shown as he sits cross-armed, his head and legs off-screen* (its gonna be like that during the entire stream)

*awkward silence*

Junior: ... Psst. Hey. Dude. Peace sign. Show it to the camera.

Vincent:

Junior: *nudges his gloved hand*

Vincent:

Vincent: *awkwardly shows the sign to the camera*

Junior: LET'G GOOOO-

Junior: *reading the comments*

"What is Dracula doing in your house dawg"

"AYO SICK COSPLAY DUDE- How did you make him do it"

"He looks like the type of person who says: 'Fare-thee-well folks, hale be thou' to people unironically"

"Oh no... is he going to start talking about the war"

"bLAh, bLAH bLAH"

"Don't com to ma house or I'll succ yo di- I MEAN BLOOD"

Junior: Well, the audience seems to like you already, man. What do you have to say about that, Vincent? *presents imaginary microphone to Vincent off-screen*

Vincent:

Junior: Understandable, have a great day.

Junior: —And that is why I personally think flies are spy cams sent from aliens out in space.

Vincent:

Chat:

Chat: *Donkey_King43 donated $1.55 through super chat* "Stfu you dollar tree PaRappa The Rapper ahh bootleg" [bc Junior is an antro dog]

Junior: YOU MOTHERFU-

Vincent: *headbutt*

Junior: *sobbing into Vincents arm* I'M DO— YALL ARE JUST MEAN- I GIVE MY SOUL HERE TO ENTERTAIN PEOPLE I DON'T EVEN KNOW, I GIVE UP MY PRIDE IN HANDS TO THE GATES OF VIEWERES JUDGEMENT LIKE A BLEEDING SACRIFICIAL HEART, AS I BECOME NOTHING BUT A MERE TOY WITH NO MEANING AND PURPOSE IN YOUR EYES—

Vincent:

*few minutes later*

Junior: *kazotsky kicking to Mortal Kombat theme while wearing a creeper hat and minecraft sunglasses* I ate soap with japapeño sauce and sprinkles this morning! It was bussin' let me tell ya—

Vincent: (??????)

Junior: Vincent, question from a fan. What if you solve a math test while LeBron James is purple, does that make racoons skeleton knives or 6 AM greek yogurt under alphabet?

Vincent:

Junior: He thinks the answer is Mexico.

Chat: Xxdollasigndude: "Yo if you and your medieval knight babysitter bro sing "If you're happy and you know it" song I'll give you 300$ hands down"

Junior: *jumps and clears throat* HOLY— OKAY OKAY— VINCENT COME ON AT LEAST CLAP FOR ME BRO PLEASE— ANYWAYS— If you're happy and you know clap your hands...! *looks at Vincent in ecstatic hope*

Vincent:

Vincent: *after five seconds, he caves in, and claps two times*

Junior: *grins like an idiot, even happier* —If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands!

Vincent: *pause* *clap clap*

Junior: If you're happy and you know it, then your face will surely show it, if you're happy and you know it, clap your hands...!

Vincent: *pause* *clap clap*

*siiiiiiiilence*

Chat: ... *Xxdollasigndude donated $300.00 through super chat-*

Junior: IYEEEE—

Junior: *after one hour, he finally beats a level, releasing a victory scream and offering Vincent hand for a high five*

Vincent: *ignores*

Junior: *pouts*

Chat: *Khorn_lord donated $0.55 through super chat* "Haha get left on seen loser"

Junior: *looks at Vincent*

Vincent:

Junior: *offers a hand again*

Vincent: *high fives*

Junior: HAH! SUCK ON THAT YOU SON OF A BI—

Vincent: *headbutt*

Junior: And I'll make sure to show you just how much of a pro I am! I'll drink five cans on cola in ONE go, no reaction! Alright, buckle up! THREE, TWO, ONE—

*a few moments later insert*

Junior: *is knocked out dead asleep and snoring like an engine from the caffeine* (ADHD skill💀)

Vincent:

Vincent: *he finally picks up the camera, trying to figure out how to shut it off*

*pause*

Vincent: *reveals his face* To the rude ones in this 'chat' today, a message from me: I will find you. One way... Or another.

*ends the stream*

(Fun fact: Junior's account went viral over night because of Vincent.)

[BROS SUCH A SOFTIE FOR KIDS I JUST KNOW ITTT]

[bonesandthebees]

First. The batter itself went terribly bc the recipe was like nah dawg don't use two bowls, use one it's fine. Just make a well in the middle and pour the liquids there.

But the liquids over flowed the well so I was like oh god maybe I didn't have enough flour???#!#? So I poured more flour . But then it got very lumpy and I was like oh no maybe I put too much flour. So then I put more milk. I could not decide in the end which one I needed more of

But it's fine. We got to a consistency that was... okayish

I then put butter on the pan, as u do. But the butter did not work. So the pancake stuck. And I also flipped it too early but committed. This was a mistake.

Attempt number one has never gone so terribly in my life

I thought about how it's tradition to give your dog the first pancake bc they are normally bad but I was like "Is this?? Is this cruel even for the dog??" So I asked my stepmom and she said to not feed it to the dog so o7

She then informed me to use oil instead of butter and WOO it did work better however . I still flipped the second one too early bc it had felt more solid but ig not solid enough

BUT FINALLY!!! THE THIRD ONE!!! REJOICE!!!! IT ACTUALLY LOOKED LIKE A PROPER PANCAKE (I added more milk and it helped)

Twenty minutes later I have finished them and they look scuffed but y'know edible

(Apparently not everyone does this, but my family's always put them in the oven to continue cooking just in case they're undercooked Also to keep warm while u cook the rest)

I put butter and maple syrup and I get ready to finally eat it and

It's not cooked

It is soft and mushy and OUGH not good

I try a second one and that ones cooked so REJOICEEE it actually tastes really good

I try a third and it's also uncooked

I attempt to raise the temp in the oven to finish it off and . I think it's cooked by the time I finish but. I have now lost all appetite and feel sick at the idea of eating pancakes after one too many tries 😭😭😭😭

Last few silly messages from discord

My grandfather thinks they're cooked and he ate them so that's good I have work in an hour and I have not even showered yet ima just . Eat soup or pb&j for dinnerr on break and call it a day o77 I don't think this week is for me Bee ngl SHFJFKFLF

Congrats little buddy I think that’s the worst anyones ever done it /lh

Icy. If the well overflows my immediate response would be to just. Let it overflow and mix it after it’s all in there. It’s getting mixed anyway. Adding ingredients is only going to make it worse 😭

I’m so sorry this went so wrong but it’s also hilarious to read through I hope your next attempt at pancakes goes better. At least you didn’t try the pumpkin pancakes bc can you imagine the mess that would’ve made if pumpkin was involved

[suckmybigtoeoikawa]

Robaire x reader how they met

yess!!! im also gonna write how he confesses to you ^_^

i imagine you guys meeting at a fancy party

you got dragged along by your friend, you honestly didn’t want to go, but who could pass us the opportunity to get free food

when you guys finally arrive at the fancy dinner (after spending like hours getting ready), your friend lowkey leaves you to go talk to her other friends

you started to follow along but then you just figured what’s the point and moved to the bar

it was pretty chill, you stayed on your phone but you were a little hurt that your friend left you

after a little bit of scrolling though your instagram feed, you hear someone say “excuse me”

“oh yeah my bad” you say and move a little over to give the person more room. they sit down next to you. there’s some more silence but you don’t really mind, you don’t even know this person.

“hey, uhm, what drink is that?” the person asks. you look up at them and you think ‘damn they look familiar’. “it’s presseco” you answer with a smile. “is it good, im not sure what i should get”. “Yeah it’s good, you’d should add some ginerale to it, then it’ll taste much better”, the person smiles back at you and says “thank you”.

now you could’ve sworn you’ve seen him before. it’s eating at you.. where have you seen him.. school? no..instagram.. probably.

the person orders their drink and takes a sip, “oh, i see what you like now”, they says chuckling but you couldn’t help but feel butterflies from the way they said it. “yep, it’s good right?” “yes, i’d try this again”

there’s some more silence, and you’re a bit scared to ask for their name so you just hold off.

“what’s your name?” the person asks. “Oh my name is y/n”. “nice to meet you y/n,” the person puts their hand out for you to grab. you put your hand out and you both shake hands. “my name is Robaire”. “nice to meet you” you smile.

you could’ve sworn he looked a little bit surprised after you said that, you didn’t know why. “so do you come to these events often?” you laugh a bit from how cliche the question is. “no not really, my friend dragged me along, usually at this time i’d be playing a video game or something”. he chuckles a bit, “yeah me too, i came here with some of my friends”. “that’s nice”. there’s some more awkward silence.

“so.. not to sound blunt but why’d you come over the the bar, and not stick with your friends?”. he picks up his drink and takes a sip, “well i got into a little argument with one of my friends, so i’m just cooking off. I think we just needed to calm down, we’re both stressed” he says. You can’t help but realize how collected he sounds, he’s so understanding. “hmm, i see, stressed from work or?” “yeah, work” he says, it sounded like he didn’t want to talk to much about it.

“well.. at least your here with me”, you pick up your drink with a smile and raise for a cheers. he follows suit. “cheers tooo?” you drag out the last word so he can finish the sentence. “to new friends”, he smiles and you guys cheers.

After a few hours of talking to Robaire, you realize more and more how attractive he is, and how cool he is too.

he mentions all the places he’s been to and all the people he’s met

honestly you thought he was a fuckboy

you guys end the night with exchanging numbers and from that day on you guys talked more

you still haven’t brought up where you think you’ve seen him before and honestly you don’t feel like asking either

2 years later

you and him are really good friends now, ans you also know what he does for his job

he’s a famous entertainer

your friend was so mad at you, because you didn’t know who he was when you guys first met

he told you he was scared to bring it up the first few weeks of talking because he didn’t want you to use him

you completely understood and still stuck around (and he fell deeper in love dawg)

one day he invite you out to dinner, it wasn’t anything special but he tells you to wear running shoes.

honestly you got scared

you guys arrived at the dinner spot and everything was chill, it was a dinner spot that he loved to go to and he got really cool with the owners as well so you guys could get a spot away from the public.

the whole dinner was smooth and nothing out of the ordinary. the only think that you noticed was that he was acting a bit weird. like very shy.

a few weeks ago you noticed it, and even when he was around the other 4*town members they would act a little bit suspicious as well. but today. he was acting totally different.

“hey so why did i need to wear specifically running shoes?” you ask. “well we’re gonna go on a walk after dinner” “robaire.. are you planning to kill me”. he laughs and says “no no no, i just gotta show you something”

after you guys finish eating, he looks so eager. so much so that he almost forgets to pay. but as you guys are walking to the spot you notice why he said to bring running shoes. you feet were killing you. it wasn’t even like you were out in the woods or nun. y’all were in the city streets walking, and at the time you don’t know if he did this on purpose trying to get you tired but lord have mercy it was tiring.

you guys end up stopping at some park. you guys find a bench to sit at and he points down to some flower on the ground. “this is what i wanted to show you”. you look at him like he’s crazy. “..t-the flower?”. “yes, i know it may seem weird but listen. what do you think is so different about this flower” “uhm… “, you look around to see if there is anything different. you lowkey irritated, your tired and exhausted and now he got you playing blues clues?. “i don-” your sentence is cut short when he kisses you.

you just look at him. your shocked. “y/n..” “y-yes” “will you date with me?”. you’re shocked completely and confused. but at the same time everything makes sense: why he was acting so weird, why he was being so shy, so fidgety. “yes” you smile.

he kisses you again and he’s saying over and over again “for real?”.

you ask him why he showed you a flower and he tells you about how he wants that flower to represent your guys relationship, he wants it to grow into a beautiful flower

he’s such a romantic lord have mercy

[annaphoenix1994]

Ch.55 - Across the Pond

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Simon, Kiera, and Teeter make their way to Manchester; Teeter and Soap reunite; Soap goes too far with poking at Simon about his past with women; Simon makes Soap regret it with an embarrassing story of his own.

February 9th, 2023 - 6:00 p.m.

"How long is this flight supposed to be again?" Teeter asked Simon from the back seat, her duffel bag doubling as an arm rest in the backseat of the truck. 

Simon huffed, "Nineteen hours with a four-hour layover in Denver, then an hour layover in Munich." 

"I took it upon myself to pack plenty of snacks for us, Teeter," Kiera giggled. "These are ones Simon won't steal from us." 

"What makes you think I won't?" 

"Because you're allergic to red food dye," Kiera arched her brow, watching him raise his in shock as he didn't expect her to remember his minor allergy as it was briefly mentioned months ago. "As for snacks for you, I packed your own bag of those high protein bars that you swear on." She smiled. 

"Thank you, love," He sighed. "I hope I had some of my favorites leftover." 

"You didn't, but I had the courtesy of buying some more for you," She smiled, reaching into the tote purse she kept nestled between her hip and the door, pulling out one of the vanilla protein bars that he loved to enjoy in the morning. "And to think you assumed I wasn't as observant as you." 

He chuckled, shaking his head while he drove, turning to look over his shoulder before merging into the right lane of the highway. 

"How's that baby in there, K?" Teeter asked. 

"Babies," Kiera corrected, smiling from ear to ear as she rubbed her belly. "Found out we have two of them in here." 

"Two of 'em?" Teeter gasped. "Holy shit! Boy and girl?" 

"We don't know yet. We were going to keep it a surprise." Simon answered. 

"You should have a gender reveal party," Teeter mused. "If ya do, I want to help!" 

"Okay," Kiera giggled. "I think that would be a good idea later on. What do you think?" 

"Whatever your little heart desires, love." 

"Awe, shit," Teeter giggled. "I'm so excited. Gah-dawg, you got two of 'em in there - I can't get over it!" 

"That makes two of us." Simon smirked, reaching over to graze his fingers against her belly. 

"So, I got a question for ye, Simon." 

"Yeah?" 

"So isn't the ball in London? But we're flying to Manchester. Where am I going to go? Ain't talked to Soap in a few hours..." 

"All of that's taken care of, lass." He smirked. 

"Really?" 

"Don't worry about it," He assured her. "There's a reason Johnny hasn't contacted you in a few hours. He's been doing some traveling of his own." 

*

The first quarter of the flight was nothing but exhausting. Granted, Simon ensured he flew first class when it came to Kiera's comfort as well as Teeter's, wanting them to be comfortable on a long flight to compliment the growing aches in Kiera's belly. 

He sighed as he put away his phone, growing bored of the show he was watching while Kiera slept, her bare feet resting on his lap while his comforting massaging gestures along her swelling ankles. "How're you feeling, love?" 

"Better than I deserve," She sighed, rubbing her tired eyes. "How long have we been flying?" 

"Few hours now. That layover went by faster than I thought," He sighed. "Just a couple of more hours until we're in Munich for our last layover." 

"Thank God," She sighed. "I think I've felt sicker being this high up in the sky. The last time I threw up was worse than at home." 

"I'm sorry, love," He frowned, gently moving her ankles off of his lap before he slowly removed the pillow from against her belly, replacing that warmth with his own as he squeezed his massive frame into the bed, feeling her nestle up against him as her hand splayed over his chest, her bare left hand rubbing his sternum softly. He covered her hand with his own, his thumb rubbing her bare ring finger as he mentally was counting down the days before he would ask the big question, still contemplating on how he was going to do it and make it as special as he could for her. "We'll be there before you know it." 

"I'm excited. Even though I may not sound like it, but I am." 

"It's because you're tired, love." 

"That I am," She yawned. "I wonder what Teeter is doing."

"A part of me doesn't even want to know. She's quiet and that concerns me."

"Well, considering she hasn't been field tackled by security and this plane is still in the sky, I think we're alright." 

"You have a point." 

Manchester, United Kingdom, February 10th, 2023 - 5:06 a.m.

"Alright, listen here, we're in England, Teeter. You can't let your freak flag fly here." Kiera giggled. 

"Hey, I don't plan to. Can't be gettin' myself into trouble here when I want to see my baby." Teeter nodded, grabbing her duffel bag and slinging it over her shoulder. 

"Thank God," Simon sighed, grasping Kiera's bag along with his to keep any unnecessary weight off of her. "Speaking of your baby, I think that's him over there." He nodded his head towards his friend, seeing him leant up against a car.

"Shit!" Teeter gasped. "My Johnny!" 

She sprinted, shocking both Kiera and Simon as they could never recall seeing her run that fast, watching her arms open as she closed the gap between her and Johnny, his arms quickly wrapping around her waist as he hoisted her feet off the ground, her legs wrapping around his waist as she peppered his entire face with kisses. "Momma missed you so much, baby. I ain't never wanna be this far from you again." 

He chuckled into the kiss, turning her hat backward on her head to avoid the painful press of its bill against his forehead, "We can arrange that." 

"Never thought I'd see you without that hawk, mate." Simon chuckled as he and Kiera finally caught up to them, both Simon and Johnny embracing in a friendly embrace. 

"Figured I'd let it grow out. Can't be sporting the fin when we're at this ball," Soap chuckled, stepping towards Kiera to embrace her, placing a friendly kiss to her cheek. "You look ravishing. Simon tells me you've got two in there, no?" 

"Yes." She nodded, giggling at the slight ping of Simon's jealousy for how Soap embraced her, remembering how he first talked about her when they all first met. 

"I'm happy for you, L.t. You deserve it." 

"Thank you. You sure I can trust you to drive?" 

"If I can trust you to drive, you won't have to worry about me." 

"I'm only asking for your sake considering she has precious cargo. Can't be reckless." 

"I'm well aware, L.t." 

Soap drove rather carefully along the streets of Manchester. Having only been there less than three times, he was rather surprised how he remembered how the layout of the main streets were. That, and he couldn't avoid Simon's demanding gaze through the rear-view mirror as if he were waiting for him to mess up - waiting on him to give Simon a reason to take over the steering wheel as Kiera slept, her head leaning against his arm as they shared the backseat while Teeter sat up front with Soap. "Where we stayin' at, baby?" Teeter asked him, continuing to look out the window as he drove. 

"Simon didn't tell you? We're staying with him-" Soap began to poke. 

"The hell you are?" Simon scoffed. "I'll be damned if I hear you two going at it in my house." 

"Oh, come on, L.t. It's not like I haven't heard you before in the barracks when we were younger." 

"What?" Kiera mumbled, only hearing the word barracks - instantly wondering who he could've slept with while she was on deployment with him, unaware that Soap was talking about years ago when he and Simon first began working with each other. 

"Shut up, Soap. Fuckin' hell," Simon scoffed. "That was years ago - when I didn't give a shit and was younger." 

Soap snickered, glancing over at Teeter as if he were saying 'watch this'. "Oh, this wasn't years ago, mate - not when you and I first went on a deployment together. Back in 2019 - you had women by the bushel." 

"That was years ago." 

"Still recent." Soap shrugged. 

"Simon - you were a man whore?" Teeter poked, setting her foot on the dashboard of the car.

Simon huffed at the nearly playful glare Kiera was shooting at him. "Old Ghost was definitely a ladies' man. Had all the women in our platoon kicking their feet and wondering when it was their chance next. All of us were quite jealous if I must admit. Didn't think you'd ever change. Now look at you: whipped." 

Soap knew he was pushing his buttons as well as getting Kiera riled up in her already-emotional state of raging hormones, enjoying the glare she was shooting at him, knowing that he had never seen Simon nearly cower at a woman's glare - fearing to make her mad as he would know the outcome. "All it takes is one person to make you want to better yourself. You should try it sometime." Simon retorted. 

"Teet, I'll make a bet right now: I bet there'll be at least one woman at this ball, aside from Kiera, that has been with Simon. When I'm telling you he had women by the bushel, he sure did. When he was home and when he was overseas."

"How much ye willin' to bet?" 

"Might as well not bet money, Johnny. Seems like you've spent it all on this car." He scoffed, avoiding the glare Kiera shot at him before looking out the window, desperately trying to ignore the thoughts of Simon being in bed with another woman haunting her thoughts, wondering how many times he's told other women the things he's told her:

"You're so beautiful, love." 

"I've never felt this way before." 

"Bloody perfect under me like this. I can't get enough."

"I'll bet dinner." Soap snickered. 

"Bet." Teeter chuckled. 

"Can you two shut it? I don't want to talk about this." 

"Oh, come on, L.t. It's in the past. Not like it's happened when you and her met. Unless...." Soap trailed off, unaware at just exactly how far his poking had extended to, crossing the line with not only innocent intentions, but cruel ones as well, his words causing Kiera to nearly lose it within her own emotions, the mental pictures of Simon being happy with another woman replaying over and over in her mind. How many women have you gotten pregnant that you haven't known about? Or what if you did know?

"How much have you been drinking?" 

"Just a bit o' Scotch - nothin' merciful," He waved his hand. "Why? You want some?" 

"Why the fuck are you driving if you've been drinking knowing she's pregnant?" Simon scoffed. 

"That was a few hours ago, Simon. Not recently. Christ." 

"Pull over. I'm driving. You don't know where the fuck you're going anyway." 

"Come on, L.t.-"

"Now." 

Soap did as he was told, finding a safe place to pull over before exiting the vehicle, taking Simon's spot in the backseat while Simon took over the steering wheel, taking every chance he got to check on Kiera, knowing exactly what was gnawing at her, hating that Soap had to even bring anything up in the first place, knowing that she was going to be thinking about it for the entirety of their trip - especially the ball. "How far we got left?" Teeter asked from the passenger seat, her gaze nervously looking over at Simon, knowing he was mad. 

"Twelve klicks." 

"What the fuck is that?"

"Roughly eight miles, Teeter." Kiera spoke up from the backseat, frustration coating her voice. 

Once outside of Simon's apartment complex, he parked the car and made his way to open the back door for Kiera, offering his hand to her as he knew she was sore from traveling, sure her feet were aching her far worse than how they were on the flight, relieved that she still took his hand instead of letting her inner thoughts consume her after what Soap had uncovered about him. She won't believe me when she asks, he huffed to himself. I just hope she knows I'm not like that anymore. 

"Love, I've got our bags-" 

"It's fine. I'm not incapable of carrying my own," She assured him with a sigh and weak smile. "I already know by that look in your eye that you're going to scold Soap for what he said and as much as I'd like to see that, I'm exhausted and ready for bed. I'd rather just go and forget about it." 

"Are you sure?" 

"Positive. I think I can find my own way to your room. Besides, I really have to go to the bathroom..." 

He nodded, removing his wallet from his back pocket and handing her the keycard for his room, frowning as he watched her walk away, contemplating on if he wanted to scold Soap now or wait until later. Not like he'll remember it anyway, he huffed. "Teeter, you should drive." 

"Why? He seems fine?" 

"With that strong shit he drinks and with how early it is, no, he's not fine," Simon scoffed. "I'll get my bags from the back and when I come back around, I'll give you directions." 

"O-Okay." 

Simon clutched his bag over his shoulder, making a quick check to ensure the ring was still in his toiletry bag he and Eva had discussed, knowing - hoping - that Kiera wouldn't find it before making his way to give Teeter directions, seeing that Soap was nearly on the verge of sleep after he relaxed into the passenger seat. "See? Told you." 

"He'll be sleepin' like a baby when I get done with him." Teeter snickered. 

"Yeah, and because of the shit he thought was funny to say, I'm afraid I'll be on lockdown from any type of contact for a while." Simon arched his brow at him. 

"Hey, I thought you always said it wasn't about sex when you'd talk about her?" 

"It's not, but when she's upset about something I did fucking years ago, she won't even let me touch her to comfort her." 

"Nah, she's pregnant - those hormones will have her climbin' you like a tree." Teeter poked. 

"You two just think it's so funny, yeah?" 

Both Teeter and Soap looked at each other before nodding, "Kinda."

"That so? Well, in that case, maybe I should tell you about that nan Soap railed against a toilet in a bar while we were in Mexico," Simon arched his brow, knowing the subject was tender for him as well as bitterly embarrassing. "But wait, you were drunk then too, huh?" 

"You don't have to say it so loud." Soap scoffed. 

"Say that again and I'll shout it to these poor blokes taking their morning stroll," He warned. "Not so funny now, is it?" 

"You screwed a woman against a toilet?" Teeter arched her brow. 

"I'm not sure if it was even a woman, Teeter," Simon hid a smirk. "After all, he was at a bar and "didn't know" about the drag race going on that night. I think he made his way through the backdoor on a man." He poked, finding generous humor out of it. 

"No, I didn't," He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "I know I wasn't in an arse."

"Mate, that "woman" was too tall to be a woman. Her feet were bigger than mine. Did "she" even let you take her clothes off?"

"No." 

Simon winced, "See? Guarantee you railed a man." He chuckled at the thought.

"Shut up, Simon." 

"Why? Make you uncomfortable? Putting second thoughts into your head?" 

"No!" 

"Wait, how did you know there was a drag race going on?" Teeter questioned Simon. 

"Considering he was gloating about it the next day and when our Captain asked where he was, he said he went to a bar and Alejandro asked him which bar and proceeded to tell him that drag races go on every Saturday night. Now I'm starting to put together the puzzle as to why Soap was never seen on Saturdays for a while..." 

"I was on guard duty, bastard. That was only one time." 

"Keep telling yourself that, mate. I think you had the hots for a man. Now I'm worried about dressing up around you at the ball. Afraid you might spike my drink." He continued to tease. 

"No!" 

"Oh, that's right, because you know as soon as I walk away, she's going to ask you about it while you two make your way to where you're staying. Meanwhile, I have to explain to Kiera that I didn't screw other women within the time we met. Good luck, yeah?" 

"Let's just go," Soap huffed, ignoring the chuckle leaving Simon's chest. "I'll see you at the ball, L.t." 

"Maybe." 

"Why maybe?" 

Simon shrugged, "I'm not sure - perhaps it's that stark glare in your woman's eye that wants to skin you alive, but I could be wrong." 

"I hate you sometimes." 

"Should be most of the time, Johnny, but we'll get there." He scoffed. 

"It's too early for this shit." Teeter groaned, putting the car into gear. 

Fucking right, he thought, dreading the conversation that would follow if Kiera decided to question his actions long before they even met. I wouldn't think it matters what I did in the past? All that matters is what's happening now?

"Yeah - too early to find out Soap goes both ways, I understand." Simon sighed sarcastically, pleased at how flushed Soap's face flushed, immediately regretting ever attempting to push his buttons. 

"I do not! My street only goes one way: stra-"

"Both." 

"Even if I was, I wouldn't have my eyes on you." 

"That's right, because I'd gouge them out for looking at me that way." 

"Shit," Soap scoffed, shaking his head. "I wouldn't look at you anyway like that because I'm not gay. You keep talking about it - you might be gay for me, L.t." He poked, arching his brow at his pathetic attempt to turn the tables back on him. 

"Nah, not me. I'd have to lower my standards if you thought I was attracted to you, mate," He waved his hand. "Besides, I've got a gorgeous woman waiting on me in my room and I have a big question to ask her in a few days. I have to fix this mess you caused before I do that, so if you excuse me, I'm going to tend to her while you wonder which lane you choose while you're probably thinkin' about that "woman" you screwed in Mexico, yeah?" He snickered, watching Soap pout as he avoided eye contact with Teeter, knowing it was awkward between them. 

"I'll see you at the ball." 

"You might - if she doesn't kill you first." 

Soap huffed, "Just... Don't bring this up to her. She won't let me live it down and especially don't remind Price." 

"I forgot I was supposed to give a shit?"

"Fuck off." 

"Remember what I said a long time ago about an English welcome? I'm about to give you another one." He warned, recalling the night he and Soap were sent to follow Kiera before the raid on Sin Nombre's party - how Ghost had punched him in the ribcage for looking at what was his long before she ever was. 

"My ribs still hurt from that." 

"They're about to hurt again." 

[the-good-projxct]

Feb 28th, 2024

10:11 pm. I am upstairs in Karen. Listening to Mapa’s Mother Africa. This song is fire. 

I am obsessed. I found it to post on my stories and it's just…chef’s kiss. It’s an instrumental btw. I had such a nice, wholesome, chill and vibey day. Like this is what I hoped for when I said I was coming home to lounge and chill. I was up mad early today, 7am I was up and at it. I video chatted with Zaneta, called Munene, and texted with my mom. I posted on IG. I went downstairs around noon and ate some rice with pili pili. I had some tea. Then I went and got my book and my agenda. I organized my agenda because I hadn’t touched it since a few days before I left PEI. I sat with the elders Karimi and Moka wa Mwiti. We chatted, vibed, and laughed. I played with baby Jason Mwenda. It started raining heavily which made the day get cooler, so we bundled up and went inside. Amirah and Chanel called me to catch up but also because weuh. Being Black in America is a wild box to be in. Like anyone and everyone is tryna stake their claim on Blackness without actually experiencing Blackness. I am so glad I am away from alladat. My phone battery died so I left my phone upstairs and the power went out. I got a blanket and laid on the couch and everyone was in the living room with a fire going. We just chilled like that for hours. It was sooooo nice. We were joking, laughing, jabs, history, present, dreams and just relationship building via time. I had such a lovely time just being with my people. I kept thinking that this is what I wanted. This is what I hoped for. And here I am. At supper time, we had cowpeas. It was pretty Good. With cabbage and potatoes. I didn’t know that cow peas make me bloated so my belly is pretty swollen and sore right now. It is what it is. SweSwe came home a bit later than I expected and when she got here I was upstairs in the shower. I went down with a shiny oiled up face to say hi to her and we had a laugh at how freshly showered I looked. She was upset today, I felt sad for her. Like she is quite old and experiencing really unusual behavior from her own family. I would say most people around her are leeches, just waiting for what they can take, rarely offering her something. Anyway, she was stranded at the physio clinic today and the people responsible to get her home were not answering the phone. I dunno fam, if I had a car and could drive, I would take her and wait right there in the clinic. I did it in Canada. But all these “family” members are blood family but they just leech off of her dawg. And it breaks my heart because she deserves better. At the end of the day, many of the ones leeching are her own children and grandchildren so I cannot get involved. All I want from her and for her is time with me. And I want this really cool photo of her that hangs in the hallways. That is all I ever want. The rest is time. Just time to be together. On this journey of sobriety and seeking Gøod. I know God and the Universe are with me and for me so I will never lack. I can and will continue to build myself up, I don’t need to leech off of an 86 year old woman. All in all, I really enjoyed today. I am going to finish this daily writing then do my meditation and talk to Munene for a little bit. I am learning to let go and let God.  I struggle with romantic love. Platonic and familial I am so confident in. Romantic, I have trust issues dawg. But we healing. So here, I trust & dive in.  I deserve all the Love. Love is Gøod. Life is Gøod. Ase. Ase.

[fmhiphop]

Album Review: Drake x 21 Savage-Her Loss

Drake and 21 Savage dropped, Her Loss a week ago and it is still the hottest thing out!  The October babies planned the album to drop around their birthdays, but 40 caught COVID, which delayed things.  But the delay didn’t affect much as the duo was predicted to sell over 400K in the first week!  This is really a great album.  Let’s run through the work of art! Her Loss Drake and 21 Savage set the tempo off for the album with the first song, “Rich Flex”.  I already knew it was going to be something for the club as before the song plays there is a skit.  Drake starts the song off nailing the chorus, while Savage takes the first verse.  The Atlanta rapper raps about his opps (of course) mixed with bars about dissing and stunting on his exes.  His verse cuts out and Drake starts to serenade the beat before it switches up for his verse. The OVO boss shouts out a few people in this song such as his loyalty to Young Money Cash Money Records and his old ties to CMG.  In his previous songs, Drake has always mentioned his ties to Memphis as well as Yo Gotti.  Fellow Canada artist, PartyNextDoor gets a shoutout as well.  Hopefully, they have new music coming. As “Major Distribution” starts, you would think it would be one of Drake’s R&B ballads.  But, after he sings for all of 36 seconds, the beat switches again and Drake starts to rap.  Just like “Rich Flex”, this will be played in clubs from Toronto to Atlanta.  They keep the tempo going with “On BS” as 21 Savage starts the song off first before the two trade lines.  They both show off their rapping ability and sound great together over the hard track.  Who knows what else Drake and 21 Savage can do together. Drake goes solo on “BackOutSideBoyz”.  Here, the 6 God mentions Shelley fka Dram.  Dram’s biggest song, “Cha Cha”, came out in 2015 and Drake made “Hotline Bling” in the same year.  Dram felt Drake jacked “Hotline Bling” and approached him about it years ago.  Drake is letting people know things didn’t go well for Dram in that situation.  Later in the song, he raps: “She a 10, tryna rap/ it’s good on mute” Many felt he was talking about Ice Spice since he flew her out a few months ago, but shortly unfollowed her on Instagram after that.  Ice Spice even addressed the line on her Twitter page. https://twitter.com/drake/status/1588657228755894272?s=46&t=n9MDAwnNmZ2QjDOAwf-hYQ Both 21 and Drake floated on “Privileged Rappers”.  They make it look easy over the easy listening beat, causing it to be one of my favorites off the album. I just have one question: who are these privileged rappers that they are speaking of?  They transition on “Spin Bout U”, making a song for the ladies.  With a 90s sample in the background, the Slaughtergang CEO lets his woman know what he would do for her.  Drake comes in after 21 doing what he does: making a catchy chorus so it’s impossible not to sing along to.  The Toronto rapper shares his take on a big issue in the United States today.  He starts to rap: ”Damn, just turned on the news and seen that man who never got p**** in school/ are making laws about what women can do” This is aimed at the men who overturned the long-standing Roe v. Wade Act, which allows women to have abortions legally.  Drake follows Savage’s lead and assures his woman what he would do for her since she is worth it.  In another ballad for the women, Drake dominates the song and starts off first in “Hours In Silence”.  He influences 21 in this as he actually has him sing a few lines!  Drake’s second verse reminds me of the Drake we are familiar with: pouring his heart out over a woman in a somber tone over a slow, dark beat.  It seems like Drake still hasn’t changed in the women he likes and the way he treats them. You can take “Treacherous Twins” in a couple of ways.  Twin could mean friend or lover in this case.  In both of their verses, it seems like they are talking about both their friends and women.  Drake references “dawg”, but also mentions that he’ll lay something down for you.  Similar to what he said in “Spin Bout U”, I assume he is talking about a woman again here as well.  Another catchy chorus, Drake gives us a few Instagram captions by the way.  What they do on “Circo Loco” is pretty cool.  A play on a pop classic, Drake and Savage turn it into a club hit.  In the first few bars, he does a play on the Megan thee Stallion shooting rapping: ”This b**** lied about getting shots, but she still a Stallion” Lil Yachty went on to clear that up on Instagram stating that Drake wasn’t talking about Megan thee Stallion.  He was talking about women who lie about getting their body done.  Unfortunately, social media already made their minds up and shamed Drake.  A few lines later, he brings up Ye again.  He raps: “linking with the opps, man I did that shit for J. Prince/ yeah I did it for the Mob Ties” Drake may be responding to Kendrick Lamar here.  On Kendrick Lamar’s album, Mr. Morale and The Big Steppers, he said he was surprised Drake and Ye made up.  Drake just assured us they are not cool. Like we already didn’t know, but Drake and Savage let us know what is on their minds, “Pussy & Millions”.  They tapped in Travis Scott, in a beat that seems to be perfect for the Houston rapper.  But his mind is actually on billions (& p**** as well).  Drake lays a great chorus, making it sound effortless per usual.  The duo comes back to the theme of the album and deliver another slapper!  On “Broke Boys”, they boast about their pockets in the almost four-minute-long song. Drake gives us the best Drake (in my opinion) on “Middle of the Ocean” as he just talks to us for almost six minutes. He slows down the tempo to talk his shit.  21 Savage said he encouraged Drake to really say what is on his mind all throughout the album, no filter.  Drake picked the right beats to do it on as he switches to the classic AZ and Nas beat, “Mo Money, Mo Murder, Mo Homicide”.  The OVO boss must’ve took what his friend said to heart.  He decided to speak on Serena Williams’ husband, Alex Ohanian’s, calling him a groupie.  The boy was on one!  My favorite part of this song is at the end.  He has Birdman talking to lead the song out.  Him and Stunna still locked in after all these years is amazing! 21 Savage watches from the sideline again as Drake takes over on “Jumbotron Shit Poppin”.  Drake is just popping off on this quick track.  He’s not talk big shit anymore, he’s talking Jumbotron shit now!  21 is back on “More M’s” and starts the song off in a sound he excels on, which is a Metro Boomin beat, his favorite DJ.  Drake comes in and confirms that no one can compete with him in a Verzuz.  He claims he can go for 5 hours in a Verzuz!  Who could compete with that? Now, I know what everyone was thinking once they saw the tracklist for Her Loss.  Everyone assumed Drake would go in on “3AM on Glenwood”.  He is famous for his timestamp and location songs, such as “9 Am in Dallas, 5 Am in Toronto, and 6 Pm in New York”. To everyone’s surprise, 21 Savage took over this track and he did it just right.  Taking advice from Drizzy (I’m sure), 21 executed it just like the 6 God would: giving us his thoughts, feelings, and straight bars!  Just like every other rapper, I think he has something for Kim Kardashian as he mentions her multiple times on this tape.  Drake ends the tape by himself in Drake fashion.  On “I Guess it’s Fuck Me”, Drake serenades the women in his life.  This song is a great ending for a great album!  Hey, if it’s fuck me, then it’s her loss.  Right, Drake and 21 Savage? Her Loss Grade Overall, I rate this album as “Platinum”.  The new duo might have set the standard for joint albums. There’s nothing 21 Savage and Drake did wrong here.  The songs suits both of their styles and is something both of their fanbases will appreciate.  I never thought about a 21 Savage and Drake album, but I guess it’s the sound we didn’t know we needed. Written By: Brandon Simmons   Read the full article

[michaelaftonsluv]

MICHAEL AFTON X READER VALENTINES DAY HEADCANNONSSSSS

G/N reader! sfw

EDIT: LITERALLY I TRIED TO MAKE THESE WHILE I WAS IN MY CLASSES I STRAIGHT UP COULDNT DAWG!! I HAD TO TURN MY BRIGHTNESS DOWN SM TODAY... Also if anyone wants to be moots on twt my twt is ballorasbabe... also lmk if you want more

- tbh he probably forgot about valentines after his long night shift, but you reminded him when he got home.

- “totally didn’t forget that- uh- what would you like to do, darling?”

- you told him you’d like to sleep for a few hours, since you had been waiting for him all night

- he complies, getting dressed into his pajamas and falling asleep with you in his arms

- you woke up at like 11 am to him not next to you anymore. confused, you decided to look around

- you found him in the kitchen, making you breakfast. he turned around and frowned

- “this was supposed to be a suprise.” he said putting on a “oh i’m sad but i don’t want to make you feel bad” smile

- you reassured him and told him you’d go back to your bedroom and pretend you didn’t see him. he smiled

- you went back to your bedroom and surely enough, 15 minutes later, michael emerges from your doorway, carrying a tray of your favorite breakfast dishes

- michael isn’t the best cook, so you were VERY surprised when everything tasted really good

- “surprised? i put a lot of love into it.”

- you smiled, finished your food, and asked michael what the plans were for today

- he told you he was wondering if you wanted to go on a picnic or to your favorite restaurant

PICNIC

- he was surprised, but told you to get ready and he’d start preparing food

- you put on a turtleneck and a pair of jeans and helped him out with food, giving him small pecks to the cheek once in a while

- you two would drive to a park near a river, his hand on your thigh the whole way there

- when you got to the park, michael got the food out of the trunk and you got the blanket

- when everything was set up he could NOT stop giving you attention, from little pecks on the cheek to forehead kisses that lasted a bit too long

- he could NOT keep his hands off of you you looked SOOOOOOO beautiful to him (you always do but yk today especially bc valentines-)

- you would feed extra food to birds in the park

- ok maybe only i see this but i feel like whenever michael sees a baby in a stroller he says “that’s gonna be us one day” or something like that

- “we’re gonna be babies???”

- “NO! not what i meant-“

- you kissed him :))))

RESTAURANT

- “get on your nicest outfit, babe.”

- you VERY MUCH did, putting on his favorite outfit of yours

- when you showed him, you could’ve sworn he had hearts in his eyes

- “woah i um.....”

- “dont act like you haven’t seen me in this outfit before, it’s your favorite for a reason!”

- “i know i know! it just.. never gets old.”

- he was wearing a purple button up with a suit jacket and dressy pants. it was nice.

- like the picnic, he had his hand on your thigh the whole way there

- when you got to the restaurant, he did not hesitate to put his arm around you

- he was very possessive of you always, you were always so perfect in his eyes

- you ordered your favorite dish and some red wine

- he ordered a filet mignon and also, some red wine.

- in the middle of dinner he would randomly take your hand and kiss it

- “i’m so lucky to have you in my life.”

- when you two were finished, you payed the bill and left

- as you were leaving the restaurant, michael noticed it was raining, to which he took off his suit jacket and put it on your shoulders.

- he was trying to rush you to the car but instead you stopped him and put your arms behind his neck.

- now this man looks SO FINE when his hair is wet SO FINE (I HOPE YOU GUYS KNOW WHAT I MEAN ?????)

- anyways

- “you look SO handsome right now”

- he kissed you in the rain, you having to to on your tippy toes

- “i love you.”

happy valentine’s day <3

[rxmuz]

Red is the Color of Temptation CH.3

ao3 link

Idk why I didn't think to post the fic here as well but whatever lol. I'll post the first two chapters after this! Anyways, horny thoughts about old fat man and his stomach and excuse my shitty writing skills, I'm new to this 😭

(btw this isn't a first person fic, I just wrote it this way for this chapter!)

word count: 2.3k

It's 6 am when I clock out. The sun hadn't risen yet but there was a light sprinkle falling. As soon as I get home I get into the shower, washing off the grease and sweat from my shift. I usually only had a few minutes under the spray before the streaming water turns lukewarm and then freezing.

The shower helped to soothe my aching muscles but I was still tired. Not enough to fall asleep but enough that I didn't even have the energy to get up and fix myself something to eat.

It's three weeks later that I'm sitting on my couch and mindlessly browsing through channels.

My place doesn't really have any decorations, a few pictures here and there but outside of that, it looked like no one lived here.

There are two leather layers, a coffee table made of faux wood in the living room, and two hanging photographs on my wall. It was a single bedroom apartment, the room consisting of a queen bed, a desk, and a medium-sized drawer.

It's not much but it's something. It's mine, even if I have to work at a club owned by criminals.

I truly don't mind though.

I didn't have the best upbringing, but that could be said for a lot of people in Gotham.

My mother died when I was three so it was just me, my two siblings, and my dad until I moved out. My dad worked two regular jobs and some odd jobs then a there, those odd jobs being some work for the mob in our neighborhood. When my twin brother and I were old enough we started to run errands for them. Delivering money, packages, and letters for whoever needed them. It was enough to help our dad pay the bills and we really didn't mind. It was the norm for us.

That was until my brother was killed.

Shot dead in the middle of the sidewalk walking home from school. It was a drive-by and they had mistaken him for someone else. We had just turned 15.

My dad took me and my younger sister and all the money we had and moved to the outskirts of the city. That was about 8 years ago.

It's hard to lose a sibling but it's a different pain to lose a twin. For the first few years, I didn't feel like myself, I still don't but I've gotten better. The grievance isn't as strong, and the pain doesn't hurt as much, but the loneliness is still there.

But I kept moving.

I always do.

By the time I finally fall asleep it's around 4 pm in the afternoon but I don't sleep for long. I wake up about two hours later. I look around for my phone for a bit before I find it under one of the cushions of my couch. I unlock it to find several messages waiting for me. Three from Chez and one from Oz. He texts me every day or so to check up on me but every time I'm still slightly shocked to see a message from him

Cheeze: hru?

The topic moves on.

Cheeze: are u fucking mr boss man? Cheese: wait are you sleeping?

Fuck hell.

Me: …not anymore Me: go away!

The answer I receive is instantaneous.

Cheeze: so thats a yes…lol! Cheeze: he good in bed or???

Me: i am not fucking mr boss man Me: why would you even think that?

My phone buzzes again.

Cheeze: i saw you go into his office Cheeze: is it considered a office? Cheeze: it don't got a door dawg…

I genuinely need new fucking friends. Actually, just a “friend” because Chez is my only friend.

I am not lonely…

I am not lying…

I don't even want to give her the satisfaction of a reply, but I'm so bored I end up replying anyway.

Me: it's a private room. Me: he has an office with a door in the 44. Me: this doesn't mean im fucking him

I decide to ignore the new messages Chez sends, instead going to look at Oz's message.

Oz: Are you up? You got time for an early dinner?

What do I even say to this? I know Oz isn't the typical boss but it's not like I can out with him.

Wait is this a date? By definition, sure. In my mind, maybe, though he could just consider this as him checking up on me.

Me: I wouldn't call 6 pm an early dinner

Oz is typing…

Oz: It is if you sleep through the day!

Well, that was quick.

I don't date anyone, I don't meet anyone, and I practically don't speak to anyone beyond what was necessary. I only ever go out with Chez if I'm feeling up to it. I'm not really a people person. But this is completely different. It wouldn't really mean anything if this was a date. It could be like a friend date, like the ones I have with Chez.

Am I even friends with Oz? I'm pretty sure I am. We've been talking more during my shifts, I've even been making him some new drinks for him to test. We even played cards together!

We're definitely friends. Totally!

Me: Sure why not :)

I stare at the screen, waiting for the three dot-dot-dots designating a response.

I'm nervous.

Oz: I'll pick you up Oz: Think you can be ready in about 30 minutes?

Wait what?

Me: U KNOW WHERE I LIVE?!?!?!

A new text bubble forms, only to disappear. It pops up again.

Oz: You should know better

Me: wut does that even mean

Oz: See you in 30

He's going to drive me fucking insane.

---

I get up to open the door 30 minutes later when there's a knock on the door. I open it to find Oz leaning against the right side of my door, his arm above my head and sweat running down his brow. He looks exhausted and like he's in pain.

“Are you okay?”

“Can I sit?” He rasps out, not answering my question.

“Yeah, of course.” I say as I step out of the way.

He moves past me, making a beeline to the couch closet from us, and his limp is more obvious. He takes a seat and leans back into my couch. I don't know what to do so I just stand there and watch him. Luckily Oz speaks for me.

“Your elevator is out,” He pinches the bridge of his nose, closes his eyes, and sighs. “Had to walk up 3 flights of stairs. I just need a minute to rest.”

“Shit sorry, I thought you would call me to come down,” I say, moving towards him, “If I knew you were coming up I woulda told you the elevator on this side was out.”

He only grunts.

“I've got some painkillers if you want them.”

"Hmm?"

“For your leg. I'm assuming that's the problem.”

He opens his eyes again and turns his head to look at me. He looks surprised that I even offered. It kind of makes me sad.

“Yeah I would appreciate that.” he mumbles.

When I get back with the painkillers and a bottle of water, he's leaning forward on his knee and his bad leg stretched out in front of him. He looks lost in thought and doesn't hear me the first time I call him.

“Here you go Oz.”

He smiles.

“Thank you doll.”

He has a beautiful smile.

I know Oz isn't considered attractive by societal views. He's an old heavyset guy riddled with scars that has a limp, not your average-looking Joe. Yet I personally think he's nice to look at. Scars are something endearing to me, they tell a story visually. They are proof of a life of hard graft, pain, and strong will.

Plus bigger guys are more my style anyway.

I wouldn't say I'm in love, definitely not that, but over the past few weeks of talking to him and being in his presence, I would say I have a pretty decent crush on him. He's just really interesting to me. He's a mystery I want to solve and immerse myself in. I find that most days my mind wanders to the thought of him, thinking of the things he could possibly be doing. Counting cash, smoking a cigar, or beating the shit out of someone. I'm not blind to the things that Oz gets up to and he's made that distinctly clear since we've started talking.

Yet I'm drawn to this dangerous, unattainable man in a way that's completely indescribable.

I know I shouldn't be getting as close as I am to him but I can't help it. I'm fucking lonely and I can tell he his too. We both need a real friend.

No harm in it.

“Why did you want to go to dinner?” I ask, trying to refocus on actually talking to Oz rather than staring at him.

“Why? Not interested in a free meal before work?” he chuckles.

I click my tongue, “I didn't say that, I was just curious is all.”

“I needed to get out, so why not get out with someone that I can keep a genuine conversation with.”

“Nuh-uh.”

“What do you mean nuh-uh?

"Me? Keep a conversation? You're real funny Oz.”

“You don't think ya can?” he's laughing again, the pain that was once on his face now residing.

“It's more of me just answering your questions, you're the one that keeps it going.”

“Well I like your answers girlie.”

I smile, small and coy.

“Glad you think so, Oz.”

His mouth quirks, and stretches his bad ankle a few times before standing up from the couch.

“We should get going.”

“Yeah.”

“What are you in the mood for?”

“I don't know, I assumed you had someplace in mind,” I say standing next to him, “What do you want?”

He chuckles, “I'll pretty much eat anything.”

My lips turn into a soft small smile, “How 'bout Mexican?”

He smiles and nods.

---

I hadn't noticed what Oz was wearing when he first came by, more so worried about him, but now that we're walking into the restaurant, I take the time to really look him over. He's wearing a fine suit, black pants and a shirt so dark it seems to swallow the light around it, and a red jacket so rich I've never seen it before. He tops it off with a white tie.

He looks handsome.

Me, on the other hand, I looked raggedy. I'm wearing a pair of dark blue wide-leg pants, a cropped black sweater with a white and red flannel over it, and a pair of old Doc Martens.

My favorite dirty boots by the way.

I should've known that Oz wouldn't take us somewhere more casual. We're at this place called Javier's Cantina. It's definitely out of my price range, the place is covered in beautiful dark brown wood and tan stone walls. High ceilings with long lanterns and ceiling fans hanging from them, filling the room with low yellowish light. It was beautiful.

“Wow.'' is all I can muster.

“Like it?”

“Yeah! This place is amazing, never been anywhere this nice.”

“I'm glad you like it sweetheart.” he chuckles as a waiter leads us to a booth.

When we get to the table Oz waits for me to sit before he settles in on the other side of the booth. It's a little bit of a squeeze for him and I can't help but look at the paunch of his gut that pushes into the table. He sucks in before readingjusting himself. There's a hint of a blush on the top of his hears and I can't help but feel bad for the slight look of discomfort on his face.

I smile to reassure him, “We got in pretty quickly…did you threaten someone?” I tease.

“Nah, just called in a favor from an old friend.” the change of direction seemed to help.

“Let me guess. A friend of a friend of a friend?”

He laughs and folds his arms over his stomach, “You just think you're hot shit, don't ya?”

“Yeah, actually, I do.”

“At least you're honest about it.”

"Of course! I would never lie to you Oz.” I say in mock offense.

He snorts, his mouth pulling into a brief, sideways smile.

The two of us fall into a companionable silence as we look over the menu. I ended up ordering a small platter of mixed enchiladas while Oz ordered a sizable steak with veggies and a bottle of wine for us to share. We made short work of the wine as I chatted about work, mostly ranting about the annoying assholes that grace the club and how my landlord wouldn't come to fix my damn dishwasher.

I had a pleasant little buzz but it appeared Oz was able to hold his drink better than me. That was okay though, as he continued to let me rant freely.

“The asshole had the audacity to look surprised when one of the twins kicked him out.”

“You seemed to handle it pretty well though.”

“Had to,” I pause, raising my eyebrows slightly, “Wouldn't want to get fired by you, Mr. Boss Man.”

“Hmm, I wouldn't fire you, you're the best bartender I've had in a long while.”

There's a long pause, before “It is…plus if I got rid of you, who else would I have to talk to?”

“You've got a club full of people to talk to every night.”

“That's true but I like talking to you the most,” he says.

I stare at him.

“Are we friends?”

He stares back and I can feel the hairs on the back of my neck raise and my hands becoming clammy.

But then I notice something, he's just as surprised by the sudden question as I am.

“Yeah - uh - at least I think we are.

“Good, I like being your friend Oz.”

[teenage-mutant-ninja-freak]

Hello! Could you know what the boys' jealousy would be like if Casey flirted with their S / O? 😂

ok this is so fun

Leo

so you’ve just gotten to the lair and you’re sort of hanging around out of the way and fixing your clothes-making sure you look presentable 

when a guy you’ve never seen before walks up to you with this kinda cute, kind of arrogant smirk 

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing in this dump?”

before you even have time to answer he’s taking again, you imagine he likes the sound of his own voice

“You must be lost. Tell ya’ what, why don;t we get out of here and I’ll take you somewhere nice? Maybe dinner?”

that’s when you look over and see Leo leaning against the door frame smiling

why the fuck was he smiling?

Casey notices you look away and follows your gaze

Leo starts “No, please. Keep it up. I’m sure my girlfriend loves this. Where else would you like to take her?” he’s still smiling but there’s a hardness to his voice

Casey realises the fuck up he’s just made and starts to backtrack “I only meant-I didn’t know-I mean you guys date?-How could I-”

Leo continues “after dinner, then what? A nice moonlight walk around the park? Huh?” 

Casey just takes the L and walks away

you thank Leo for getting you out of that to which he just responds “I don’t no you sure you wouldn’t rather grab dinner with him?” He says with a wink

Raph

so it’s not a party as such, just the boys and a few of their friends hanging out, drinking, listening to music. A few people you haven’t met before

speaking of people you’ve never met before- a guy approaches you

“Can I just say, you look far too beautiful to be cooped up down here in a sewer. Let’s say you and I go get a drink somewhere”

he puts his hand on your waist

you already know what’s coming

no sooner than he touches you, a hand appears on his shoulder and pulls him right back

Raphael is all up in his face, not even talking just breathing so hard you think he might kill him

“what’d yer say to my girl?”

It dawns on Casey just how big of a no-no that was

“You want to take her where?”

you have to physically stop him for reaching for Casey’s throat

as you use all of your strength to pull him away (he’s clearly letting you pull him) he just yell obscenities at him

2 drinks later and he’s calmed down but he’s still giving Casey the evil eye

this turt needs a lot of validation and affection from you for the rest of the night to get over it

a few hours later and he’s back to laughing and joking with Casey and all is good

Mikey

You got the the lair before the boys did, this wasn’t unusual but you didn’t like feeling like you were invading their space

but it turns out you were’t alone

April and a guy were also there just talking and April introduces him as “Casey”

he clearly takes a liking to you, he’s practically undressing you with his eyes

that’s when he starts to talk “honey, you just look lovely. What the hell are you doing down here? Why don’t I give you my umber and-”

that’s when a “hey, man!” comes from behind you both

“Casey, dawg. Not cool. That’s my girl, my baby, *my* honey! Bro code, man...”

Casey is wide eyed and looking back between you and Mikey

with a “really?” he lets it go and walks away

“Yeah, go steal some other guys chick while you’re over there!” Mikey calls

he seems to handle it pretty well but you can tell he’s a little insecure now

plenty of kisses and affection later and he’s back to his beaming self tho

Donnie

it’s later at the lair and the guys are all doing their respective things

when some guy shows up and seems to know his way around as he happily grabs a drink from the fridge and walks around like he owns the place

cue him spotting you

his eyes light up and he walks over

“this might seem a little forward but, would you like to get dinner with me? I’m Casey and you are....Just to die for”

you give him a confused look, he must be new around here....

unfortunately for you both, Donnie walked in right at the moment

looks Casey up and down, puts and arm around you and asks “Can my girlfriend or I help you, Case?”

realising his mistake, he just says “Nope, not at all” and walks off

but Donnie aint right for the net few hours

you ask him about it and he just says “Well, you didn’t tell him no”

it takes a fair bit of convincing to get him to believe that it’s because you were stunned that he even had the balls to look your way but eventually (and a lot of words of affirmation later) he believes you

he never looks at Casey the same after that day tho

doesn’t trust him around you

[chaoticrumii]

MISSING YOU

( panel from hypnosis mic : dirty dawg manga )

summary : while at samatoki’s place, you find something you’re probably not supposed to find, and bring up bad memories for samatoki.

genre : fluff

perspective : second person pov

pairing : samatoki aohitsugi x gn!reader ( they / them pronouns )

word count : 1.1k

warnings : spoilers for samatoki aohitsugi’s backstory

“awesome! let’s all change this shitty world together!” - samatoki aohitsugi ( dirty dawg manga quote )

Cleaning out Samatoki’s room wasn’t what you had envisioned when he said you could pay him back. He was outside on the couch, answering a call from Jyuto as he crudely swore at the poor policeman for who knows what reason.

You were visiting the Yokohama Division for the week, and being friends with Samatoki meant you were allowed to sleep over at his place. At first, he was against it. It was indecent, he said, to have a female sleep over at a male’s house, with the two all alone. You seriously contemplated whether this meant he was trying to make a move on you or not. Regardless, you had nowhere else to stay that seemed safe, as once people found out you were friends with the Samatoki Aohitsugi, trouble would be bound to find you. Jyuto and Rio visited sometimes anyway, and he reluctantly agreed.

Many of his clothes were strewn across the floor, luckily not consisting of anything you weren’t supposed to see. There were a few boxes of unopened cigarettes and some garbage. You picked up the cigarettes and sneakily dumped them in the trash. It wasn’t good for him to nbe smoking, and although you’d always been against it, it’s not like he’d cared enough about your concern for his health. He’d probably start complaining about it later.

On his desk were the essentials, a stack of paper, a pen and a photo frame including him and some girl. Looking closer, the girl had short white hair, her bangs messily cut. Her pink eyes seemed to glow out of even the picture frame, and her smile was soft but sweet. She had her arm wrapped around Samatoki’s shoulders, with her other hand in a peace sign. Samatoki on the other hand was standing there, hands in the pockets of his jeans and an irk of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. You were wondering who took their picture for them. Even more so, wondered who she was to him.

As you swept the clothes off the floor and into the hamper, a binder was revealed from under the heap. You picked it up, and turned it over. Washi tape was stuck onto the back, spelling out the name Nemu. It didn’t feel right to snoop around, but your curiosity had gotten the best of you. Opening up the binder showed endless photographs and polaroids of the white haired girl in Samatoki’s picture. If Samatoki could even be like this, he was obviously very enamoured with this girl.

“Samatoki?” You called out to him, assuming he was still on the couch.

“That’s Samatoki-san to you, asshole!” He yelled, stomping into the room like the angry man he was.

That all stopped when he saw what you were holding. His fists clenched at his sides, and his eyes were filled up with hurt. There wasn’t anything you could do as he punched the wall next to him, biting his lip. He quickly swallowed the obvious pain on his face and snatched the binder from your grasp.

“Don’t look through things that don’t belong to you.” He growled, gripping the binder tightly and leaving the room.

“Wait, Samatoki.”

“I already told you, you should call me Samatoki-san. Fucker.”

With that, he left you alone in his tidied room. What was there to feel? Hurt? Upset? It was your fault for pissing him off anyway, and your questions still haven’t been answered. Who was that girl? Why was she so important to him? It muddled with your headspace for a while.

Walking out into the living room, Samatoki was hunched over the binder on the couch, slowly flipping through the pages. Was this his ex-girlfriend of some sort? But his eyes were bloodshot, and he breathed heavily. He looked like a mess.

“Samatoki, are you alright?” You questioned carefully, leaning over a bit to look at him.

“Does it look like I’m fucking alright? Just go back to Nemu’s room.” He harshly spat.

You slowly pieced together the parts of the puzzle in your head. She must’ve been his sister. Assuming something had happened to her, you placed a hand on his shoulder. He looked up at you again, scowling as he stared at you with a certain fiery gaze that sent shivers down your spine.

“Is Nemu your sister?” You asked, the words lingering in the air as he sat still.

“What if she is? Does it even matter to you?” He growled, slamming the binder closed.

You opened your mouth, but words struggled to come out. What were you supposed to say to that? It really wasn’t any of your business, but you couldn’t just leave Samatoki be like this. It was your fault this was happening in the first place. How were you even supposed to begin calming him down?

“If you want to talk about it, just talk to me. I’ll just head back to my room.” You said gently, silently slipping away from the fuming mess that Samatoki was, and let him cool down in peace.

It was a few empty hours, no shouting, no complaints. To say it was confusing was an understatement. How could you explain the sinking feeling you felt after telling him that?

Suddenly, a knock sounded at the door. You shot up from your position, sprawled across the bed contemplating life, as the person who had let you into their apartment stomped in. He invited himself, it seems like, as he sat on the bed without warning and just stared at the wall.

“Samatoki—”

“She left because of Ichiro Yamada.” He hissed sharply.

“She told me herself that he had said something to her, and she left me right then and there. I have no idea where she is now.” He muttered, biting his lip between his teeth.

You didn’t really know if it was out of impulse, but you instinctively wrapped your arms around him tightly, squeezing ever so slightly. He was as rigid as a tree at first, but he slowly softened up, and hugged you back.

It was a silent moment, one of trust and care. Once you had pulled back, his eyes seemed as if they had been set ablaze. He leaned in, cheeks burning as he kissed you lightly on the forehead, and turned away as he mumbled a small word of thanks. After suffering from enough embarrassment, he left your room, stomping out as always and slamming the door behind him.

You smiled gently, the place where he’d kissed you still tingling as the heat rushed throughout your body. He was adorable, and you were sure that after this discovery you both would be able to further deepen your relationship.

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written = 13.08.2021

proofread = 15.08.2021

© chaoticrumii 2021 ; all rights reserved ; please do not copy / reference / utilise my works without credit

[soulthefunnyman]

Shelda Does Yoga

A request for @thegalleonsnest, who wanted some Shelda content with a side of Chandlo and Lizbert.

Word Count: 1716

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Shellsy was… Conflicted.

Earlier today, Chandlo had proposed the idea of bringing in Lizbert to one of her yoga sessions. Of course, as usual, he missed her hints that it might not have been a great idea to bring someone who she had recently been less than pleasant to because she had never listened to her, but she couldn’t exactly stop him from doing so without raising a few questions that she wasn’t exactly thrilled to answer.

Sometimes this act put her in difficult spots.

And now here she was, standing outside her home, waiting for Lizbert to show up. If she hadn’t put herself in this situation herself, she’d probably be asleep right now, but no. She just had to let Chandlo do things because of his good nature.

Not seeing any point in standing around like a fool, she sat down in front of the steps leading up to her home, making sure to keep her back straight and crossing her legs to give the illusion that she was meditating.

In reality, her grumping feet were sore from standing around for half an hour straight, and her old age didn’t help with that.

“Yo, Sheldawg!” Of course, she couldn’t even sit down for long before something required the attention of Shelda, the great prophet of Mother Naturae. She let out a soft sigh, before slipping back into her character.

“Ah, Chandlo, I see you have returned! Many thanks for bringing our… guest.” She said, barely able to keep her smile up as she greeted the pair approaching her.

Lizbert, in one word, looked apprehensive. Chandlo, to his credit, seemed aware that she was, and least kept close with an arm around her. The nurse, Eggabell, waited in the distance, a tad too far for her to see any details.

Her vision wasn’t as good in her old age, unfortunately. 

“Yeah, bro, Eggabro managed to convince her that it’d be good for her, help with her flexibility and all.” He said, pointing behind him to said grumpus, who might have waved in response, or her eyes were tricking her, either way, it didn’t matter too much.

“Ah, that’s… Good. Really good, yes.” She said, standing up slowly from where she was sitting. “I see you are reluctant to join us in our routine, Huntress. Worry not, for the Great Shelda will guide you through the motions!” She raised her arms to the air, playing it up a bit to hopefully sell her act just a bit more.

Unfortunately, it seemed to have the opposite effect, a scoff letting itself out from Lizbert in response.

“I see you’re still the same, Shelda.” She said, crossing her arms. “Look, I’m probably not the best grump for this, I’ve got a village to feed, and I’ve got to keep an eye on Eggabell, so…” She made to step away, but she raised a paw in response, halting her movement.

“Worry not, Huntress, the Healer will be fine without you for one measly hour, and I’m sure the toxins you poison us with will not be missed for that time.” She honestly did not care if she stayed or not, but with Chandlo around she couldn’t exactly break character very easily.

She could tell when someone wasn’t going to budge on a matter, and Lizbert was precisely that grump.

“Yeah, Liz! It’ll be good for you, help clean your mind, make you feel more limber!” Chandlo said, already sitting down in front of her. “Trust me, dawg, it’ll be worth it.”

Lizbert muttered something dark under her breath, before sighing and sitting down in front of her, expression telling her what she thought of what was about to happen.

She held back the urge to break character, instead of sitting down again.

“Now, follow the Great Shelda’s example, and you will feel enlightenment.” She said, raising an arm above her and stretching to the side.

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Half an hour later, they were in the middle of basic poses when she noticed something. Lizbert was struggling, and it was rather distracting.

Without letting either of them know, she eased herself back into a standing position, quietly making her way beside the struggling explorer. Without a word, she held both paws at her sides, preventing her from falling to either side.

Lizbert yelped in surprise at that, turning to glare at her, only for her to shush her lightly.

“Patience, Huntress, throwing yourself blindly into this will only hurt you.” She said, taking hold of her arms. “Now, lift your leg and wrap it around your other leg slowly.” After a few seconds of waiting, she followed her instructions with only a hint of hesitation. 

Her balance needed work, judging from her shaking despite Shelda holding onto her, but she wasn’t a quitter.

“Very good, now, I’m going to let go of your arms and hold onto your sides, wrap your arms around each other, and let me know once you’re ready.” Lizbert took another deep breath but did as she was told, carefully wrapping her arms as instructed.

After a few seconds of deep breaths, she nodded. “Alright, you can let go.”

She carefully let go of her, backing away but keeping close in case she fell suddenly. Lizbert wobbled and trembled from having to balance on one foot while in a difficult pose, but she kept upright for the moment.

“Excellent work, Huntress.” She smiled, patting her on the shoulder lightly. “With a little work you can-”

It turned out tapping a person able to keep their balance was a bad idea. Before she could even try and stop her descent. Lizbert crumpled to the ground, thankfully able to untangle her limbs before she did so.

“Oof!” She let out as she slammed into the ground, a small could of dust kicking up as she laid there. She rolled around, shooting her a deadpan glare as she got up from the ground.

“Woah, you okay, Liz?” Chandlo said, checking her for any scratches. “That looked like it hurt.”

“It’s nothing, I’m fine.” She said, dusting herself off. “Just a little tumble.” She turned back towards her, crossing her arms. “Real smart of you to pat a grump who’s barely keeping their balance, Shelda.”

She stammered for a second, before collecting herself with a laugh. “Ah, well, that is to say, sorry. The Great Shelda is not infallible, for mistakes allow for the spirit to grow under the guidance of Mother Naturae.”

She shook her head but otherwise said nothing. “Alright, I get it.” Saying nothing else, she carefully returned to the pose before, ensuring that Shelda wasn’t about to tap her again.

“Oh, you’re still willing to go on?” She asked, almost slipping into her natural voice. “The Great Shelda would understand if you’d-”

“The yoga’s helpful.” She cut her off, still shaking lightly. “Might come in useful later.”

She blinked at that, glancing at Chandlo in surprise. He grinned in excitement, pumping a fist in the air.

“Heck yeah, you go, dawg!” He encouraged, before turning to the pose as instructed.

She stood there, still surprised she was willing to continue, leaving the pair standing still in their poses. As Liz cleared her throat, though, she snapped out of her confusion.

“Ah, right, right, um, you can get out of the pose now.” She said, returning to her spot in front of them. “Now, let us move on.”

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As things wrapped to a close and they finished their cooldown stretches, the tense air from before had disappeared, leaving a calmer atmosphere in its wake. Yoga had helped in more ways than one.

“Ah, that concludes our routines for today.” She announced, popping her back a bit. “The Great Shelda hopes to see you again, Huntress. Mayhaps you could include the Healer as well, One who is me would love to see another face.” She smiled, feeling more confident than before.

Lizbert smiled a bit but didn’t seem all that enthused with the idea. “Maybe, depends on if she wants to.” An obvious lie, considering she encouraged her to do it in the first place, but she wasn’t about to push her luck.

She had managed to earn a bit of respect, and the small victories counted the most.

“Well, I’d say it was a good time you came, Liz.” Chandlo said, flexing like he usually did. “Hope you can convince her to join, cuz it would do her a lot of good too.” There was a look in his eyes as he said that, but as quickly as it showed, it was gone.

“Indeed!” She agreed, clasping her paws together. “Now, the Great Shelda requires rest, todays events have tired me out, so… Go forth, and take todays lessons to heart.” She concluded, turning around towards her hut.

“Shelda.” Lizbert said, stopping her from moving. She turned around, waiting on her answer with an air of impatience. “Well… Thanks for today. It’s really helped me with some… Issues that’s been going on.” She said, rubbing her arm slightly. “And thank you Chandlo for inviting me.” She nodded to him, who smiled right back.

“Of course, dawg! Everyone should pick this up, it’s real soothing for the soul, you feel me?” He said. “Sheldawg’s the best for this kind of stuff.”

If she wasn’t so focused on keeping in character at that moment, she might have been caught off guard. Even then, it still took her a few seconds to process that statement, before coughing to clear her throat.

“Well, naturally, as Mother Naturae guides my path, as she will all of you.” She smiled, glancing between the pair. “Now, if there is nothing else to say, I require rest.”

“I getcha, Sheldawg.” Chandlo gestured for Lizbert to follow him, leaving her on her own.

She stared in silence as the retreating pair turned around the corner, leaving her with the events in her mind.

She wasn’t entirely sure if what she had said had gotten through to Lizbert, but she hoped that, at the very least, she had helped her. Even if she was only giving yoga lessons while spewing life advice under the pretence of a prophet.

That was how it was, for Shellsy Woolbag. Making others happy in exchange for lying to herself and everyone around her.

[merakiaes]

Pussy Whipped - Oscar “Spooky” Diaz

Pairing: Oscar “Spooky” Diaz x reader

Requested: Yes. 

Prompts: None. 

Warnings/notes: I lacked good ideas for dialogue in this one so this is shit, I’m sorry😂 Not proofread so sorry in advance for any possible mistakes. Translations for the Spanish bits are at the end. 

Wordcount: 2420

Summary: Mother nature pays you an early visit and Oscar treats you like the princess you are even though his Santos are watching. 

The weather was thriving outside, the air a perfect temperature and the sun shining down on all of Freridge. Yet, on this particular Saturday morning, you were absolutely miserable.

It was eleven o’clock and Oscar had been up for God knows how many hours already, while you had refused to leave your bed when the alarm had urged you to get up and get on with your day.

You’d had a lot planned for the day; chores like cleaning the house and switching out the broken lightbulb in the bathroom, and errands like going to the mall to get Cesar a new pair of shoes and go grocery shopping.

But no, as usual, mother nature chose the most inconvenient of times to pay you her monthly visit, never taking your planned cycle into much consideration.

With Oscar being in charge of Los Santos, he was always an early riser and you rarely woke up next to him, so in any other case, you didn’t mind.

But when you woke up this morning to a cold, empty bed, you had grown sad and started crying, and because of this realized pretty much instantly what was going on, even before the intense pains started.

But the cramps weren’t far behind, stopping you from getting out of bed any more than to go put in a tampon. After that, you had buried yourself under the mountain of blankets Oscar so stubbornly insisted that you slept with and cried even more because of the fact that they smelled like him and he wasn’t there to hold you.

You lost track of how long you laid there and just sulked, feeling sorry for yourself and craving everything you didn’t have in the house, but the second you heard people entering the house, followed shortly by Oscar’s voice cutting through the previously silent air, you defied the painful cramps radiating all through your abdomen and left the safety of your bed. 

It was with sulking and begrudging steps that you made your way out of your shared bedroom and headed straight for the living room.

With each step you took, the voices now speaking freely became louder, and you realized only then that your head was throbbing in sync with your uterus, making you cringe silently to yourself.

But you pushed on, desperate to be near Oscar in all your self-pitiful glory and entered the living room only seconds later.

You spotted Oscar where he was sitting in the couch instantly and when feeling your eyes on him, he looked up to meet your gaze.

The smile that had been stretched across his lips prior to your entrance faltered ever so slightly at the sight of the state you were in; hair thrown into a properly messy messy-bun, eyes bloodshot, cheeks streaky with dried tears and your body still dressed in your sleeping attire consisting of a pair of leggings and one of his very oversized t-shirts.

You were always one to start your day early. Not as early as him, but still early. You didn’t like to stay in your pajamas, so when you did, something wasn’t right.

“¿Qué pasa?” He asked you as you approached him at the couch, passing a few other Santos sitting on the opposite side of the coffee table.

Your lips automatically pulled into a small pout at his question, starting to feel your emotions getting the better of you again.

“I’m dying.” You answered in a small voice, looking down at him.

He wasted no time in shuffling further back into his seat and opening his arms, nodding his head lightly. “Come here, mami.”

You didn’t have to be told twice, sitting down in his lap and feeling a rush of calmness go through your body the second his arms wrapped around you. Getting comfortable, you leaned your back against his chest.

Sad Eyes, who was sitting next to Oscar, wordlessly accepted your legs over his knees while taking a sip out of the beer he was holding in his hand.

Meanwhile, the other three Santos who were present looked on with amused expressions as their fearless leader pressed a kiss to the top of your head and started rubbing your arms in a soothing manner.

“You going soft on us, Spooky?” One of them asked, but before Oscar even got the chance to reply, you flashed a fierce glare at him.

“Shut it, Manuel.” You snapped, snuggling further into Oscar’s chest.

Manuel whistled, smirking at you. “Damn. You on your monthlies?” He laughed at his own joke, but the others didn’t join in, having known you for longer and knowing exactly what was up.

“Yes, I am on my period.” You confirmed with hard eyes. “No, that does not mean that my anger is irrational.”

Oscar pressed a kiss to the side of your neck from behind you, clasping his hands in front of your chest. “Calm down.” He mumbled into your skin, pressing another kiss to the spot between your neck and shoulder. “Flow came early this month, huh.”

“Mhm.” You hummed, his affections calming you down immediately. “It’s ridiculous. I shouldn’t be punished for not being pregnant.” You complained to yourself, scoffing lightly.

“Psh, how bad can it be? So what you got cramps.” Manuel dropped yet another comment, shaking his head.

This time, you only closed your eyes and took a deep breath through your nose, focusing on Oscar’s soft touches in order to not blow up right then and there.

Instead, the Santo next to him slapped him across the chest, giving him a look of disbelief. “Dawg, do you have a death wish or something?” He asked. “You don’t question chicas when they’re on their flow. Rule one.”

“I’m just sayin’, homie. It can’t-“

“How about you let me stab you in the stomach a hundred times?” You interrupted him, opening your eyes and raising an eyebrow at him. “And then make you walk around like everything is fine while you bleed from your privates?”

His nose scrunched up in disgust at your words, his previously teasing attitude dropping. “Keep those bloody details to yourself. That shit’s disgusting.”

Your eyebrows shot up even further at that. “Well, that’s pathetic.” You chuckled. “What’s really disgusting is that men are still grossed out about girls getting their periods in the twenty-first century. I’m sure your mother was praying to get hers but she got you instead. Tragic.”

Oscar’s chest shook with laughter behind you, the other Santos joining in while Manuel looked sheepish.

“She got you there, ese.” Sad Eyes spoke up for the first time at that, shaking his head with an amused smirk crossed over his features. “You know, there’s a reason Spooky’s got a ruca and you don’t.”

“Yeah, and this is it.” You agreed with a snort, before looking at your boyfriend’s right-hand man with gratitude. “Thank you, Sad Eyes.”

He gave you a nod, face still amused. “I got you, Lady Spooky.” He chuckled, but Manuel wasn’t half as amused, glaring around at you.

“Why you ganging up on me?” He asked, offended, and one of the Santos immediately delivered a slap to the back of his head.

“Because you’re stupid.” He answered, and while the two continued to bicker back and forth, you turned to look at Oscar behind you.

His face was pulled into a similar expression as Sad Eyes’; one of pure amusement as he quietly watched the scene unfold. But his face turned sincere when he averted his gaze to meet yours, eyes turning soft.  

“You need anything?” He asked, and you wasted no time in nodding, giving him your best puppy-dog eyes even though you knew for a fact that it wasn’t necessary to get what you wanted.

“Can you go get my heating pad?” You asked, touching his face with your hand lightly. “And an Advil, too.”

He stared into your eyes for a long moment, taking in every feature of your face, before slowly nodding his head.

At this point, the bickering stopped and all of the Santos were watching you with amused expressions.

“Check this out, this is where Spooky’s manhood dies.” One of them, this time not Manuel, remarked, causing all of them to laugh.

Oscar’s face broke into an equally as playful smirk as he moved his attention from you to his homies, raising his eyebrows at them. “You know how it is, compa.” He joined in, shrugging his shoulders. “I gotta treat my future baby mama good.”

He rubbed your arms for a moment longer, before starting to stand up.

Naturally, since you were sitting in his lap, you were stood up with him and instantly felt your stomach pull together in pain. You managed to ignore it and raised an eyebrow at your boyfriend instead.

“You planning to put a baby in me, Diaz?” You asked teasingly, and he smirked down at you, wrapping his arms around you.

“You know it, mamas.” He fired back without missing a beat, leaning his face closer to yours while caressing your butt shamelessly. “With my smarts and your looks, our babies will conquer the world.”

“Are you insinuating that I’m not smart?” You questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“Of course not, mi amor. The smartest person I know.” He was quick to defend himself and pressed a kiss to your lips before you could say anything else.

You smiled into it, neither of you caring in the slightest that his Santos were watching you with different expressions. At this point, they were all used to Spooky’s soft spot for you. Or well, everyone but Manuel was, him being fairly new.

But luckily, he was smart enough to understand not to point it out anymore, with the way the others were averting their gazes and minding their own.

Breaking apart from the kiss, you shared a final look before Oscar wordlessly walked into the kitchen to bid to your wishes, while you got back into the couch.

This time, you laid down flat on your back, your head resting on the armrest and Sad Eyes once again accepting your legs over his knees without as much as a single complaint.

The man in question started conversing with the other Santos while Oscar was busying himself in the kitchen and meanwhile, you just laid there in silence, listening in to the conversation at hand with an arm draped over your eyes in an attempt to block out the sunlight streaming in through the window for the sake of your throbbing head.

Five minutes later, the conversation happening around you quietened down and another second later, you felt a prod against your arm. 

Removing said arm from over your eyes, you caught sight of Oscar now standing above you, holding your heating pad in one hand and a glass of water in the other.

A smile instantly graced your features and you wasted no time in pulling yourself into a sitting position, pulling your legs up to your chest.

“Thank you, baby.” You thanked him, gratefully accepting the glass of water along with the pill he had been holding in his hand behind it.

You swallowed the pill with a few sips of the water and handed the glass back to him, trading it for the heating pad that you wasted no time in placing at the bottom of your stomach.

You let out a sigh of relief at the feeling of the heat and Oscar raised an amused eyebrow. “Better?” He questioned and you nodded, wrapping your arms around your legs and leaning your cheek on your knees.

“Much.” You smiled, and he smiled back before heading back into the kitchen with the glass.

Only a few seconds later, he walked back into the living room with his phone in his hand, raising it slightly in a signal to his Santos.

“Got a text. Let’s dip.” He told them and they didn’t need to be told twice, all of them beginning to stand up from their respective seats.

Oscar’s face was much colder now, almost completely free of emotion, but as he walked over to you, his eyes still went soft at the sight of you.

You offered him a soft smile, taking his hand in yours once he reached you by the couch. “Can you go by the store when you get back?” You asked. “The fridge is empty and I’m hungry. And I’m all out of tampons.”

He nodded his head simply, squeezing your hand. “Te apoyo, cariño.”

Sad Eyes was the last one out of his seat beside you, shaking his head and chuckling, watching his best friend basically turn into a pile of mush at one simple touch from you.

“She’s got your cojones locked up tight, compa.” He teased, and you watched as Oscar’s playful attitude returned at the comment.

“Cállate.” He chuckled, looking at him, before turning back to you. “I'll get you some of that chocolate you like, too.”

He used his thumb to caress your knuckles and you smiled at the feeling, feeling your body grow warm at his affection. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you, mi amor.” His hand dropped yours, instead reaching out to touch your chin. “Go lay down. I’ll be back soon.”

You nodded, still smiling softly, but instantly raised an eyebrow when his hand left your chin and he turned to walk away.

“Hey, where are you going?” You asked, giving him a smirk when he turned back to look at you. “Forgot something.” You pointed to your lips, raising your head from your knees and straightening your neck to give him better access.

He chuckled at you as you started making kissing noises, but nonetheless leaned down to press a quick kiss to your pouting lips. “I love you.”

“Love you, too, baby.” You smiled and leaned your head back on your knees, now content and allowing him to walk away from you.

“Pussy whipped bitch.” Sad Eyes wasted no time in commenting once he reached him in the doorway of the front door, and Oscar, in turn, wasted no time in playfully shoving his chest.

“You looking to scrap, cabrón?” He asked, shoving him again. “I’ll give it to you.”

Sad Eyes stumbled into the wall behind him at the sudden force but he quickly regained his composure, starting to play-fight back. 

You shook your head as they exited the house and let the door shut behind them, listening to their Spanish bickering until the sound of Oscar’s Impala starting and driving away filled your ears, only then speaking fondly to yourself.

“Idiots.”

Translations (I’m not a native Spanish speaker so this might not be a hundred percent accurate):

¿Qué pasa? – What’s wrong? Te apoyo, cariño – I got you, baby