#drew these around thanks to them when my bro got me into the show so ye i was very rusty dkjhfasf

[owlyhouse]

old doodles from when i was figuring out how to draw owlhouse & also tryin to figure out how to draw again aksdkgjfh

[okwonyo]

이희승﹒the pink light is clear, it drew you.

staring﹑ lee heeseung + femreader genre﹑ fluff && est. r.s warnings ﹑ no proofread. skinship kissing && english isn't my first language wc ౨ৎ 717 © ( wonuslust )

JIAH'S NOTE. i'm sorry this is probably be bad and rushed. (⌯︎˃̶᷄ᗝ˂̶̥᷅⌯︎) but i tried my best, as always. thanks to my favorite hee girl for this beautiful request ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝.

• listen, lee heeseung is a perseverant man. so if he has a crush on you, he will not be afraid to show it.

• he would be so serious about it, you almost thought he was joking. he would even ask you out many times and you would refuse because you thought it was some kind of a joke.

• therefore, when you actually started to take him seriously and you both got together, he would tell everyone that you rejected him many times. which is partially true, but you didn't know he was serious in the first place.

• heeseung would not only have you as his lock screen but widgets too ! might as well have you as his tik tok and instagram pfp for a while before you tell him to remove it.

• asks you to @ him on every post or story you make. he wants to be first to see them and will spam you comments or dms after.

• you are always on the last slide of his instagram posts.

• @ you on his posts or stories, even if you didn't ask for it. would put your user in a very obvious place so everyone can see he is yours.

• thinks he might die if he isn't touching you in some kind of way. hand on your hip or thigh. arm around your shoulder or waist. holding your hand or locked arms.

• would tell you to sit on his lap even if there is plenty of room for you to sit.

• he would tap his lap like "come here" and you would be like "bro? there is like two armchairs and a whole couch in this place????" OR would just pull you on his laps without any warnings. it was a bit surprising at first but you ended up being used to it.

• also gratuated from the school of showing affection in public with a doctorat in PDA'olgy with mention. got a 100/100 in his examen of making people mad and jealous at the same time.

• no because he is not afraid of touching you in public. back hugging when you are talking with your friends. whispering things in your ear and giggling at social appointments. kissing you in front of everyone if he feels like it.

• is obsessed with your lips and isn't afraid to show it.

• would kiss you out of nowhere. when you are talking, for exemple, making you completely forgot what you wanted to say in te first place.

• is REALLY annoying about you.

• mentioning in every single sentences he makes. "yeah my girlfriend said it was good", "yeah my girlfriend likes this song/movie too", "actually this weekend me and my girl we are going to...", "this reminds that me and my---" "heeseung, i asked you what hour is it."

• he wants to make sure people know he has a girlfriend and that you are basically, well, his whole personality.

• on his phone 24/7 texting you when you are not around and can't call. doesn't listen to whatever people are saying. his friends say that his phone will become a part of his face he keeps on going like that.

• on the phone with you most of the time when you do can call. you are his only friend at this point.

• don't know where heeseung is? well he is probably with you or on the phone with you somewhere.

• calls you everything but your name too. things like "my girl", "love", "babe", "honey"

• and compliments you every second.

• would make everything in his power to make it up to you if you guys went into a fight.

• comes to you after a little while, as you do the dishes to clear your mind a bit. hugs you from behind, presses himself against you and puts his chin on your shoulder.

• "are you mad?" and wait til you answer. however, if you are still mad and won't talk to him, he would still want to have a physical contact with you and would be attached to your hip until you forgive him.

• heeseung is overall a loser boyfriend who is very obsessed with you. 100% approved by the boyfriendism academy founded by me.

taglist open ❕ @manooffline network @kflixnet

(*¯︶¯*) requested .ᐟ

[blitzxiiru]

U talked about people giving u scar ideas (in my case even more scar ideas).

P.S.: I LOVED the picture of Leo you drew with electricity scars! They looked very cool! I like how you did, at least with that picture, made them glow, just to make them stand out a bit more; looked awesome. Also, Leo looked hella feral in that picture, and I am ALWAYS here for feral Leo, lol.

And I just saw some clips and amvs (one of those clips being from TMNT clips tumblr) where Shredder almost crushed Leo to death and also threw him very far, hitting a car. I would link it, but tumblr hates me, and doesn't let me (at least currently) link stuff anymore in asks (maybe the Tumblr Gods will let me do so again someday...).

And then later on, in a different scene, he started trying to crush Leo's throat with his clawed hands (man, Shredder, haven't you already done enough damage to Leo's throat and/or windpipe, like sheesh, man!).

Also, since someone mentioned April (you drew her so pretty! And I liked the scars you gave her), Casey defin. would have SOME scars too. Like, for sure some head ones, pretty sure that dude got some and/or a lot of head injuries in that show and/or just scars from being such a brawler.

Also, Raph and Karai are brain worm/brain worms scars buddies! I say that, but that is sad as hell, poor Raph and Karai. I could see them bonding over it though. And Leo and Mikey just worrying about them when they talk about it (Donnie would too, but like, Leo is very much an overprotective sibling and would worry about and/or dote on his siblings/family/close friends, and Mikey worries about his big bros a lot, and knows when they are upset) sometimes.

we fr giving these boys more scars as if they don’t have enough of it already HHAHAHHAHA

thank you!!! i had a hell of a time time drawing that piece btw, it was super fun to draw feral leo. he really deserves to let off some steam.

i think i remember that scene, there was actually a recreation of it during that halloween episode in season 5 if i recall correctly?? poor boy got his arms crushed twice, by the SAME damn person..

shdgsjbdjsbd thank you again <33 april and casey was great to draw too, dude you have no idea how much i needed to touch up on drawing actual people since being hooked on tmnt bc i went literal weeks drawing turtles instead of humans LMAO thank god for muscle memory or else i would’ve forgotten completely. and, yes, absolutely! casey would def have some head injuries, and more centring around his arms and hands too. he’s buddies with mikey, since they both get head injuries so frequently.

karai and raph would tease each other about their brainworm scars lmao, they’d compare which one is nastier and neither would back down until the others have to mediate the two idiots into a draw. this happens everytime they meet btw

hope you enjoy my little doodles about these senarios :)

[harlowtales]

Ok Mice!

Jack x Reader go to the ballet for a holiday classic. Jack does his best to appreciate fine art 🩰 🎄🐭

18+ Romance/Humour

“Hun are you ready?” You asked your boyfriend. We’re going to be late!” You were busy putting the finishing touches on your makeup and hair while Jack was walking around looking clueless in his underwear.

“Have you seen my favourite sweater? He asked scratching his head. “Swear I had asked you to put it out for me on the bed.”

“Jackman, it’s right there. You put your pants on it.” You said exasperated you always had to get both of you ready.

“I don’t want to wear these pants. I wanted to wear the other ones.” He said to you which put you over the edge.

“Listen. You are a grown man. Wear. What. You. Want.” You said slowly so he knew you were really pissed.

“Ok you know what I love the pants you put out. I change my mind.” He said with a peck on your forehead and a smile. He could tell he was getting on your nerves but didn’t mean to. He felt helpless around you and had to make so many decisions all the time it was nice to feel cared for. This was fine most of the time as you loved your boyfriend so much, but not when he was making you late!

“You got the tickets in your phone?” He asked you as you both scurried down the long hallway to your box seats.

“Got it!” You said and showed your phone hastily to the ticket taker who swiped the barcode and hurriedly showed you to your seats.

“You look beautiful by the way.” Jack said and kissed your hand that he was holding as the lights in the theatre went down to start the show.

“Thank you baby you look wonderful too.” You complimented him back sincerely. Your good friend was in this holiday season’s rendition of the ballet classic The Nutcracker and Jack and you were honoured guests. Because of you the Jack Harlow foundation had saved the struggling ballet company from collapse.

As they finished the first number Jack was so impressed he stood up and said “Woooo!!” To which you wanted to hide. The entire house looked at him.

“Jack…baby…you don’t do that at the ballet.” You lovingly corrected him in a hushed whisper. “Just a polite clap will do and not too loud either.”

“Oh shit my bad.” Jack said turning red. He had never been to the ballet before and you could see the headlines tomorrow “Rapper Goes to Ballet.”

“Babe” Jack whispered “Where’s your friend? Is he the other dude in the tights and shit?”

You mustered all your patience and explained yes that your friend was the only other guy on stage. Jack felt kind of like a fish out of water. He had been to classy parties before but they were still parties. This was like being in church. He started to squirm and get too hot in his sweater. “I gotta stretch my legs.” He whispered and stood up before you could object. You wished he would have waited until intermission to get up because he drew attention again.

During intermission you found him animatedly chatting with the ticket takers who played basketball at his old high school Atherton.

“Them MFs we played against from Lex got a fucking beating bro. I took the shot from half court and was nothing but net bitch!” Jack was boasting as he acted out his high school glory days shot.

One of the boys tapped him on the shoulder as you were behind him listening to his story with your arms folded. “She behind me ain’t she.” He said as he turned to find you not impressed.

“Hi baby you want a glass of wine before we head back in? I’m so excited for the 2nd half.” Jack said with an exaggerated grin plastered on his face.

“Jackman...” You started to say in his full government which meant nothing good.

“I been having some knee trouble since tour and just wanted to walk it out is all.” He assured you. “Let’s get some refreshments and head back.”

You knew he was full of it but was so adorable you took your glass of wine and kiss from him with a smile. You knew the ballet would be torture for him but appreciated he supported it.

“Ok Jack no getting up and no hooting and hollering.” You precautioned before the second half started.

“I got this. I can do cultured shit. You ain’t gotta lecture me damn.” He said a bit annoyed. The curtain lifted and dancers in mouse costumes crept onto the stage. “Okay mice.” Jack said getting into the story.

You giggled covering your mouth and allowed that one infraction as at least he said it quietly and had stopped fidgeting. Not 15mins later you looked over and he was nodding off. You thought it was suspicious he had been completely still and silent for 15 whole minutes.

You nudged him as the house lights came on. “Babe! Wake up!” You said partly annoyed and partly grateful you got to enjoy the last half without any interruptions from him.

He had DJ’d the night before, had an early workout session, and studio time. You knew he was exhausted. “Let’s go meet the dancers!” You said excitedly

Jack saw how you lit up at the ballet and realized he had to do more things with you that you liked. You loved his friends but more often the both of you needed time like this. “Jack Harlow!! Can you sign my ballet shoes please!!” One of the dancers said jumping up and down.

“Of course!” Jack said and asked for a sharpie marker. He knelt down and signed her satin ballet slippers as she tried to stay calm but the look on her face showed how much she wanted to scream.

“Mr. Harlow, thank you for your generous contribution.” The head of the ballet troupe said shaking his hand.

“Of what you saw.” You ribbed him chuckling

“Thank you it was a beautiful show.” Jack said graciously

“It was dope. I just don’t like having to sit and pay attention so quietly for that long.” Jack said honestly

“Well maybe we need to get you in some tights then!” The troupe leader said a little too enthusiastically.

Jack just laughed in response but said to you as you left the dancers backstage area “I know you’d be so jealous if I put on them tights.”

“Why would I be jealous? I love the ballet.” You said

“Yeah but think how nice my shit would be sittin in them things and then I’m twirling around and lifting girls above my head and seeing all up their tutus. You’d cut a bitch.” He laughed

“Jackman. No offence but me and Neelam need to get you etiquette classes.” You said seriously

“I can be classy babe it just feels weird.” He said “I will never embarrass you like that again I swear.” He apologized

“Damn right you won’t or I’m making a bet you will be in tights if you lose!” You laughed

@jacks-daycare @ride4harlow @itsyagirljaz

[ultfreakme]

ok ok i have 2 things to say:

1) what do you think about yuuji being unaware to junpei having a crush on him?? like, from my part i think he wouldn't see the signs that junpei gave via attitude and corporal language until later. im curious about your takes

2) zukka having a date on the turtleduck pond....... the levels of fluff im dying

Thanks for the ask AAAAHHHHH!!!

Yuuji being oblivious can have two directions; one is that Junpei is trying to hidde all signs that he does have a crush on Yuuji and is failing very badly but literally everyone and their mother knows Junpei has a giant crush on Yuuji. Two is Junpei IS showing his affection, and Yuuji doesn't notice. In the first route, literally no one is having a fun time but Yuuji. Yuuji's like "wow Junpei's so nice, I wonder why he avoids me and acts weird sometimes" and tries to address it but Junpei's like" Me??? WEIRD????? HUH????No I'm not ahahahaha hey anyways wanna talk about this new DVD i got????" In the second, Yuuji has no idea anything is up. He just thinks Junpei is a very near and dear friend who has a lot of consideration for him. And personal hc, if Junpei lived, Yuuji-Junpei would've been the most closest friendship in the group. So now Yuuji's impression of "Best friendship" is Junpei making googly eyes at him, excessive physical contact, cuddling, going on solo hang-outs with the bro(they are basically dates). And everyone else is losing their goddamn minds because these two are practically dating already but Junpei won't CONFESS because he's insecure and scared Yuuji needs to be hit with a rock to figure this out. I think Yuuji, unconsciously, would be doing more romantic gestures and would also FEEL more romantic but he just has not put the label on it. "Oh yeah my heart beats fast around Junpei because I'm usually running to meet him" or "I feel all hot around the collar and blush because he's just so nice when he laughs like wdym you DON'T feel all fluttery too??? Look at him!!" And now Junpei is conflicted because wait is Yuuji....reciprocating? This clown show ends when Nobara and Megumi lock Yuuji and Junpei in their classroom and stage an intervention. Gojo is not helpful at all he keeps staring at them and makes ominous jokes(or threats, no one is sure- it's the Geto trauma getting to him).

2. ZUKKA DATE!!! omg Zuko would be so awkward and shy showing the place to him meanwhile Sokka is like "THE FLUFFIES!!". He's so confused as to why Zuko was acting like he was leading him down the plank just to show this place. It's pretty, it;s cute! Sokka is suffering from a bad case of the butterflies because Zuko's smiling really softly at the ducklings. Sokka is initially a little hesitant about holding them and Zuko thinks its cute how Sokka's like "oh my god, the little dude's nuzzling, they are happy in my hand!!" Zuko probably brought duck feed so they're also feeding them. And maybe it's a chill day so Sokka gets out his brushes and paper to start drawing. It's a terrible drawing but Zuko is on cloud nine because Sokka drew them holding hands and surrounded by the turtleducks. Sokka's trying so hard to make it look good for Zuko because he seems so excited to see it. They'd probably slump against each other under the shade of a tree and watch and relax, Sokka's 100% going to fall asleep on Zuko's shoulder because it's so.....peaceful.....and perfect and he feels safe and warm. Zuko is staying statue-still and admiring Sokka's slack face(literally no one but him thinks its cute, because Sokka sleeps with his mouth wide open and drooling and a little snoring).

[xotrashratxo]

Nerdy Prudes Must Die: Thoughts During the Premier last night Part 2: Everything Else

⚠️SPOILERS FOR NERDY PRUDES MUST DIE UNDER THE CUT!!!!⚠️

AND THERES OUR BACKSTORY YALL! 

I KNOW WHAT YOU DID LAST SUMMER

She’s so evil I love her. 

OMG MINOR KEY

FORESHADOWING??? 

THE HATCHETFIELD ACTION NEWSSSSS

Kyle and Brenda are so adorableeeeee

AWEEEE EVERYONE’S ADORABLE!!! they’re gonna die. 

Mariah’s extensions kinda ate. 

THEY ARE SO ADORABLE IM GONNA CRY!!!! 

Jason and Kyle are so in love lol. 

N-IG-HT-AWE AWE- ks! 

FUCK clivesdale. 

FUCK YOU CLIVESDALE WE’LL KILL YOU! 

AWEEEEE

I LOVE FORGIVENESS!!! 

oh no he’s gonna die. 

Here comes the horror bro. 

OMG ITS THE INTRO!

Get this shit a Kill Count. 

OH MY GOD THE GHOST MAKEUP I LIVEEEEEEEE unlike Richie. 

RIP Richie. He was just starting to live. 

I hate theatre kids /j

HE’S EATING

THE SMOKE CLUB OMGGGG

OMGGGG ITS THE NAME OF THE SHOWWWW

HE’S RUNNING AROUND THE AUDITORIUM!!! 

It’s giving 80s I love it. 

REPEAT AFTER MEEEE I LIVEEEE

WHO WILL PRAY FOR ME WHEN I’M GONEEEEEEE

OMG THE BACKGROUND GIRLIESSS

THAT SHIT HIT SO HARD OMGGGG

THE NIGHTMARE TIME THEMEEEE

THE LIGHTNING!!!!  

FUCK CLIVESDALE. 

RUTH FLEMMING OMG

And we’re all caught up. 

GASP THE COOL BEANS WERE SPILT

THE HATCHETFIELD ACTION NEWS WITH DAN AND DONNA!!!! 

Fucking Clivesdale. 

oh I love fear mongering. 

YESSSS REPORTER JOEYYYYY DAN REYNOLDS I LOVEEEEE

OMG THEY’RE EATINGGGGG

OMG HATCHET SOMG EATS

NOT DONNA

“DAN!” 

Ziggy cameo!!!!! 

MAN IN A HURRY!!!!! 

I love a cameo song!!!! 

CHARLIE

THE LOCKDOWN OMG- 

She ATE HOLY SHIT!!!! 

GERALD

LINDA

THIS EATS I LIVEEEE 

JAZZ HANDS

“Suddenly the show is real upsetting!” 

HOLY SHIT THAT ATEEEE

Slaaaay miming Joey

The barbecue monologueessssss

What accent is that. Southern, New York, slightly British???

YESSS MIMING

PUNSSS

Oh Barbecue monologues is gonna fucking EAT. 

Fucking TREVOR. 

Thank you 10! 

Uh oh. 

OH she’s a theatre kid. Aw I’m gonna cry at her death. 

no the lighting is red. 

*Ruthy EATS* 

She just wants to be loved ☹️

YESSSS LAURENNNNNN 

Im gonna cryyyyy

NO THE RED LIGHTTTT

HER ANXIETYYY NOOO

NOOOO

Stop I’m cryingggggg

*Pets dead Ruthy’s head* 

That ATE omgggg

*Drinks hot water instead of coffee.*

Fuck Clivesdale. 

oh shit at the old Wayland place. Next to the body. Fuck. 

GOD’S PLAN 

OMG SHE SWORE

OMG SHE DREW A GUN ON A COP

OMG GRACE IS EVIL

OMG THE COP THEMEEEEEE

DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN

PAUL AND EMMA HOLY SHIT

HOLY SHIT

HOLY SHIT

CUP OF BLACK COFFEE THEME

IM GONNA DIE

HE’S ON  NEIGHBORHOOD WATCH

PETER IS HOT CHOCOLATE BOY CONFIRMED

If they start singing Your Fault I’m gonna scream.

Speaking of, “HWHAT???” 

OMG THEY’RE BREAKING UP. 

Love a good angry breakup sexual tension song

OH MY GOD HE CALLED HER A MEAN GIRL GET IT CAUSE MARIAH WAS REGINA GEORGE OH MY GOD

They’re gonna kiss. 

Grace swearing is hilarious

LOOK OUT SHE’S GOT A GUN

*whips out a Canadian accent* 

THE COPS THEME

INTO THE ALLEY OMG

*screams* 

Omg she’s crazy

ALL TOO WELL MAYOR??? 

COREY OMG

why is the mayor…. Kinda fineee??? 

HE KNOWS. HE KNOWSSSSSS. 

Why is mayor lauter….. kinda fine????

THE STARRY CHILDREN FUCK

AXES. 

It’s the lords fuck. 

Bro said fuck science. 

GASP. He’s killing his daughter. 

GASP X2! He foreshadowed this! HE SAID HE DIDNT CARE IF SHE DIED OMG I OMG OMG. 

Her dad is a cultist omg

THE NIGHTMARE TIME THEME OMGGGG

THE BLACK BOOK OMGGGGG

THE FUCKING- THE FUCKING DARK GODS!!! WIGGLY AND HIS FUCKERS

THE LORDS IN BLACK OMGGGGG

He already performed a ritual didn’t he

OMG HEAD IN THE CAR OMG GET IT

well shit there’s red lighting. 

shucks. nothing like traumatizing Corey and Mariah by killing their kid/parent

THE STARLIGHT THEATER (TGWDLM), THE MALL (Wiggly), OMG

Officer Shapiro eats. But NOT. Ben. 

Couldn’t avoid the tide pods huh? 

RIP Officer Shapiro, she was a bad bitch. 

bring about the apocalypse. The apotheosis is upon us. 

OH THAT HIT. 

ATEEE

HELLO FWENDY WENDSSSSS

I love them omggggg

OH GET IT CAUSE PETER IS RELATED TO TED AND THE TIME ONE. 

PALLY WALS!!!! 

OH MY GOD EVERYONE WHO’S A LORD HAS DIED. 

DROWSIE TOWNNNN

NO NEVER WHATEVER THEY WANT

why do I get Oompa Loompa vibes tho. 

WHAT DO YOU WANT STEPH!!!

Nooooooooo my boyyyyyyy

They’re fucking EATINGGGG. 

Oooooh they ate. 

Noooooooo my boyyyyyyy

IM CRYINGGGGGG. 

NOT A FUCKING REPRISE IM GONNA DIE

IM GONNA CRYYYY

I think I own that flannel. 

ANYWAY I’M BAWLING MY EYES OUT. 

OH MY GODDDDD

NOOOOOOOOO

OH MY GOD

IM FUCKING CRYING

IM CRYING

NOOOOOOOOOOOO

Grace! Distraction! Yay! oh no. 

I hate this. 

Grace is so evil I love her. 

Sexxxx with a ghostttt-

ANGELA ATE THAT UP. 

Grace, you fucking queen. *Smokes a cigarette after sex.* 

LMAO HER CHASTITY GET IT. 

THAT ATE OMG MY BOY IS ALIVE OMG MY FAVORITE STRAIGHT COUPLE IS ALIVE!!! 

Rip Mayor Lauter, you were kinda hot. 

FUCK Clivesdale. 

OFFICER SHAPIROOOOO MY QUEEEN

OH MY GOD THE FIRST SPANKOVSKI MAN TO KNOW HOW TO DANCEEEEE

OH MY GOD ITS A POP PUNK REPRISE OMGGGG

oh this makes me smileeeeee

but the cliffhangers that come from Hatchetverse. What’s the twist. 

This homecoming flash mob is too good. I’m terrified. 

this is too good what’s happening. 

What’s the twist here. What is it. WHY IS THERE A BLACKOUT. 

THATS WHAT I THOUGHT. THATS WHAT I THOUGHT. 

aweeeeee this is gonna be bad. Yeah, get tricked Jason. 

She’s gonna kill him. 

Yup. the sequel: Horny Pervs Must Die. 

OH she’s a reverse succubus? 

YESSSSS TWIST ENDINGGGGG

DIRTY DUDES MUST DIE LMAOOOOO

Grace is psycho and I love her. 

Angela, my chaos hamster. 

WHO WILL PRAY FOR YOUUUUUU-

Darkness will spare my soul! 

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS

ATEEEEEEE

THE FUCKING HATCHET SONG FOR THE CREDITS I LIIIIIVE!!!  

[homomenhommes]

STORY: Ups And Downs 24

Brother to Brother

I almost knocked Ward down as I flew off the platform and raced to greet my brother Eric, completely oblivious to the fact that I was stark naked and dragging a dong that was still three-quarters erect. I threw my arms around him and squeezed him so hard that I almost cut off his air supply. Yes, it’s true that he and I had never really been very close—mostly due to the difference in our ages—but he was the first family member I had seen in months, and I guess I was starved for that connection.

“Whoa, bro! I’m glad to see you too.”

“Eric, what are you doing here? Did you know I would be here?”

“Of course, Joe. I came to see you…although I didn’t know I was going to see all of you…but that’s OK. It’s cool.”

“But how did you know that I would be here?”

“Amy told me. I speak to her and Mom about once a week. I wasn’t sure I could make it since Cindy’s parents are visiting this weekend, but then I got a call from Mr. Block here, and he convinced me that I should not miss this opportunity.”

“How long are you going to be around?”

“I’ve only got a couple more hours, and then I have to get back to New Haven.”

“Why don’t you two go grab some lunch and catch up?” suggested Mr. Block.

I looked to Mr. Block, Woody, and Eric to make sure I had everyone’s approval. Mr. Block and Eric nodded their assent, and Woody suggested that I might want to put on some clothes before going out. Before racing off to the changing room, I hugged Mr. Block and Woody, which drew smiles of surprise from both of them and a chuckle from Eric.

“Oh, I’m glad you’re still here,” I said to Ward as I entered the changing room. “I wanted to thank you for guiding me through that gig, but when I saw my brother in the crowd, I just had to fly.”

“Your brother, eh?” he asked as he finished getting dressed. “From the way you were acting, I thought maybe he was your boyfriend.”

“No, I don’t have a boyfriend,” I replied, which drew slight nods and a little smile from Ward. “Are you going to be around for the rest of the show?” I asked.

“No,” said Ward, to my disappointment. “I was planning to stay with Dimitri at his uncle’s place, but since Dimitri didn’t come and I have no way of contacting his uncle, I guess I’ll have to go back to the city. I can’t really afford to stay in a hotel here.”

“But you can share my room,” I insisted. “I’ve got a king-size bed, and maybe you can give me a few more pointers on modeling.”

“That sounds like fun,” Ward perked up.

“Great!” I said. “I’m off to have lunch with Eric, but I’ll be back in a couple of hours.”

“I’ll be here,” he assured me as he zipped up his pants and headed for the exit. But then he turned around, came back to me, and planted a big fat sloppy kiss on my lips before finally taking his leave.

I found Eric assessing my sketches when I returned to the main area of the warehouse. “Amy told me you were very talented,” he remarked, “but I had no idea you were this good.”

“I hope I haven’t embarrassed you,” I said.

“No, of course not. Why the hell would you think that?”

“Well, not everybody appreciates erotic art, especially homoerotic art, and after the way Dad reacted—”

“I’m not Dad,” Eric snapped, a little more forcefully than I could have imagined. “Don’t get me wrong,” he added. “I love him dearly, but he can be a bit provincial in his thinking and hot headed, and the way he treated you is just downright shitty.”

I never felt closer to Eric than at that moment.

“But I am so proud of you…the way you have bounced back and made a life for yourself.”

“I’m still on probation with this job,” I cautioned.

“Bullshit! Mr. Block and Mr. Woodward…I guess you call him Woody…those guys fucking love you. They couldn’t stop praising you, not just for your artistic skills but for everything you do there. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if they adopted you.”

I had thought I was doing well in the job, but the intensity of Eric’s report surprised me and left me just a bit speechless.

“Let’s finish this conversation over lunch,” Eric suggested. “I’m starving.”

“Me too,” I agreed.

Eric drove us to a nice restaurant not far from the warehouse. “Aaron suggested this place. It’s a bit pricy, but he says the food is good, and it’s quiet.”

I held up my “company” credit card and replied, “Lunch is on me.”

“Well, look at you, Mr. Bigshot,” he teased.

As we placed our orders and waited for our lunch to arrive, I probed Eric’s feelings about my modeling. “Are you sure you didn’t feel just a little uncomfortable seeing your brother modeling completely naked up on that stage?”

“Uncomfortable? No, not at all. I was proud. Hell, you were the hottest guy in that whole place.”

“Me? Not Ward?”

“He would run a close second, but every man there was aching to get into bed with you. Hell, if you weren’t my little brother, I would have jumped your bones myself.”

“Eric!”

“What? I said if you weren’t my little brother.”

“Yeah, but you’re not…. Wait. Are you trying to tell me that you’re gay too?”

“No I’m not gay. I’m bi.”

“So you have sex with men and women?”

“Not since I married Cindy. She’s bisexual too, by the way. We both had sex with people of either sex before we were married, sometimes together and sometimes separately, but when we got married, we took a vow of monogamy, and I’ve never had sex with anyone else since—male or female.”

“So you went straight when you got married?”

“When did you become gay, Joe?”

Scoffing, I replied, “I didn’t become gay. I’ve always been gay. I was born this way, and I will die this way.”

“Exactly. And I was born bisexual. Sexual orientation is not who you do. It’s who you are. And just because a man gets married, that doesn’t make him any less gay or less bisexual. It may change what he does, but it doesn’t change what he is.”

“I never thought of it that way.”

After our lunch, we ordered coffee and chatted for another hour before he took me back to the warehouse where the art show was being held.

“Joe, don’t let Dad hold you back. He’ll come around eventually. Just keep doing what you’re doing and being who you are. You are an exceptional young man, and I am so proud to call you my brother.”

It was all I could do to hold back my tears, so I just gave Eric a great big bear hug—with clothes on this time—and we agreed to keep in touch.

When I found Mr. Block inside, I offered him the receipt for lunch and told him I would reimburse him for the personal expense.

“Joe, did you discuss your job with your brother?”

“Yeah, some.”

“OK, then it’s a business expense. I’ll keep the receipt for the records, but you don’t owe me a thing. Did you two have a good chat?”

“Yeah, I’ll say. I’ve never felt closer to my brother.”

“That’s great. In that case, it was worth every penny you spent.”

I thanked him profusely and asked if there was anything he needed me to do. When he said no, I went to find Aaron to ask him the same question. “Will you want me to help you take down the platform after we close?”

“No,” he said, “I think we’ll just leave it up for the auction tomorrow.”

The auction. Wow! My sketches were going up for auction. Of course, if nobody bids, or if they bid too low, I might end up with less than $100, but that’s OK. I ever expected to make any money off of them anyway.

I decided to go back to the area where my sketches were on display and, seeing Ward up ahead, I started walking toward him when I was besieged once again by patrons who wanted to know all about my sketches and about me. I collected dozens more cards from artists who wanted to paint me and from individuals who wanted me to sketch them. And then, of course, there were the guys who just wanted to fuck me, but that was flattering too.

At closing time, I explained Ward’s predicament to Mr. Block and Woody and informed them that he would be staying with me for the night. “Woody and I will be having a late supper around 9:00. We won’t need your help for anything, but you and Ward are certainly welcome to join us.”

When Ward and I got to my room, I informed him of the invitation, and he replied, “Good, ‘cuz we’re both gonna be starving by the time I get through with you.” And with that, he tore my clothes off, threw me onto the bed, and picked up where he had left off in our modeling bit.

He pulled me to the edge of the bed with my head hanging over the edge and shoved his cock down my throat. I gagged several times, but I wasn’t complaining. He had a marvelous cock, and I loved every inch of it.

Ward was a talker. As he skull-fucked me, he grunted about how good his cock felt in my mouth and how I must enjoy having a real man-cock bruising my tonsils. After several minutes of this kind of foreplay, he dragged me back fully onto the bed, flipped me onto my stomach, shoved his big dick up my ass, and fell on top of me as he humped me doggie style. “You like my big dick, don’t you Joe? Sure you do. You fuckin’ love it.” He was pounding me so hard that all I could do was to grunt and moan in reply.

After about ten minutes of this position, he turned me 45 degrees and fucked me sideways. Then, ten minutes or so after that, he flipped me again in a different position. I’ve gotta give the guy this: he sure as hell had plenty of stamina. And he knew positions that I had never even heard of or seen in porn flicks. Damn, he was good!

But he saved the best for last. He flipped me on my back, lifted my legs over his shoulders, and fucked me missionary style, but as he did that, he pumped my own aching dick, saying things like, “Damn, you’re a good fuck, boy. I could fuck you all night.” (And he probably could too.) “You’ve got a nice dick too. It feels good in my hand. I wonder if it’s gonna feel as good in my ass later. God, I hope you’re not just shitting me. I really want my dick inside of you tonight. With that thought in my mind, I shot my load all over the headboard as well as my face and body.

“Damn, stud. You been saving up all month for me? Just for me? I’m flattered,” he laughed until his own orgasm took control of him. As he poured his man seed into me, all he could do was grunt, moan, and slam his dick deeper and deeper into my guts. He was definitely a power fucker.

Once we showered and got dressed, we made it down to the hotel lobby just in time to meet Mr. Block and Woody for dinner.

Seeing the satisfied grins on our faces, Woody quipped, “Damn, you don’t waste any time, do you, Joe?”

I had always treated Woody with deference, never wanting to crack that business-like façade of his, but this time, I just couldn’t resist the temptation.

“Oh, you’re just jealous, Woody.”

Caught off guard by my sudden brashness, Woody stiffened a bit, but Mr. Block just howled with laughter. “I think you may have met your match, Woody.” And he laughed even harder.

To be continued

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[marine-indie-gal]

I know that I was supposed to be working on fixing my very first fanfic from SMG4, but after hearing about some news recently of Charles Martinet who's officially retiring his own voice work of his own Mario Characters (The Mario Bros and even the Wario Duo), I figured why not at least draw my own honor of his retirement considering from what I've heard, he's officially become Mario's ambassador (which I feel is something heartwarming but I would also miss Charles giving on how that he's voiced Mario in a lot of Mario fans' childhoods for a wicked long time).

Well, as someone as a Kid back then before I got into SMG4, I never really had much of a huge love for Mario (I never hated his franchise, it was only ok to Me) but my own Cousins did had a few games of Nintendo including Mario in which sometimes I would dare to play any of the Mario games with my Cousins (I even remember one time that while I was on a vacation with my Family, I think one of my Cousins were playing Super Mario Galaxy, I don't remember much, but there were so many Mario games, I never really played them all and would just only play for fun with any of my relatives). But also of note, I did at least remember watching The Super Mario Bros. Super Show (when back then when Peach was only known as "Toadstool" and how Bowser was just only once known as "King Koopa").

Over the years, I was never really much into Mario until when I watched a few Mario parodies (the first one being SML "SuperMarioLogan") but then I grew out of SML (mainly because of the controversies) and how extremely boring it was (seeing as to how I used like Jeffy, blegh).

But when I started to watch SMG4 (around 2021), I became completely obsessed with SMG4 due to how after I was done with SML, I wanted to try something knew and that's kinda where my love for Mario began. Granted, I still do like the Actual Mario but as someone who watches SMG4 all the time, I'm mostly all for the Other Version more than the Canon one (but still support both universes). 

Here, I drew Meggy and SMG4 comforting Mario (either the SMG4 or Nintendo one, you guys figure it out which version of him it is on your own), because even though Charles has already retired, I'll still miss him voicing the Red Plumber (and also the Other Plumbers) that we've all known of. I doubt on how Nintendo would continue Mario without Martinet, but I just wanted to say...

Thank you, Charles Martinet, for being our Famous Plumbers from our Childhood. We wish you very good luck on your retirement life ❤️

Meggy Spletzer and SMG4 (c) Luke and Kevin Lerdwichagul Mario (c) Nintendo

[multicolour-ink]

Hi, how are you? I've been seeing your blog and I love what you write, your AUs are very interesting and I love your characterization of the brothers.

You know, with a friend of mine we were planning an AU but due to the movie we weren't able to pull it off.

It was basically an "Injustice AU" where Fawful came back and wanted to destroy the MK. In this AU Mario and Peach were married and expecting their first child.

The story was that Luigi saves the princess, takes her out of the castle and tells her to evacuate the kingdom trying to stay hidden, and he gives her time by taking her place by disguising himself as her and letting himself be captured. He just wanted his sister-in-law and future niece/nephew to be safe. Mario goes to rescue him believing that it is Peach, and falls into a trap set by Fawful, who through mind control makes Mario believe that "Peach" is an enemy that he must defeat, so Luigi ends up dead and that activates a bomb that destroy the kingdom. 5 years pass and both Mario and Peach have become extremely strict regarding the laws and overprotective of both their child and the kingdom (also both...went a little crazy). Then, a Luigi from the past (before Mario and Peach got married) arrives in that present by an accident in his present, and Mario flatly refuses to let him go back to his time or even let him out of the castle. So Mario from the past must rescue him.

With my friend we were going to start the AU, but we saw the movie and...we didn't have the heart to continue. With my friend we looked at each other and she told me "I think, even with mind control, even if Mario can't recognize Luigi, he could feel him, and he wouldn't hurt him" and I couldn't help but agree. I think that drew me to your blog in the first place, how you show that bond in your writing...You made me feel so much better, so thank you.

Hello there! 👋 I really appreciate you taking the time to let me know that you enjoy my stuff, and that it has helped you. It really does warm my heart, so thank you 💗

You know anon, your AU sounds really good. There's defiantly a lot of potential here! With just a few tiny tweaks, it could work. There's nothing wrong with revising a creation a little.

If it's ok with you, I would like to offer some of my own input:

Perhaps with instead of tricking or brainwashing Mario to kill his brother, Fawful just straight up kills Luigi himself, as a way to break Mario down. Mario can only watch as his brother and the kingdom is seemingly blown up; Mario defeats Fawful in a fit of rage.

In regards to Mario's extreme reaction to past Luigi - yes it doesn't really feel in Mario's character to become obsessed with keeping Luigi there, even if he's grieving. I feel like, despite it being his brother, Mario is aware that it's not the Luigi from his time. It's still a different Luigi and therefore deserves to be back with his brother. Perhaps they team up and get Luigi back to his time (and emotional angsty hugs and tears ensue), or past Mario teams up with his own brother and future self to re-write the timeline?

Just my own ideas: you don't have to use them at all if you don't want to, but I just wanted to see if we could possibly work around the small issues that you brought up.

When it comes to my AUs, most of them come to me because, truthfully, I see something and immediately think "What would happen if this was with the Bros?". And then overtime it becomes an opportunity to explore different themes and scenarios regarding their bond, and how the characters would deal with it all.

My Mario Dæmon AU explores the concept of being able to touch and hold the soul (dæmon) of someone you really care about. To be so close to someone and love them very much to the point that you can interact with someone of their very spiritual nature. I think that it's such a powerful and beautiful idea to use with the Bros (especially as in the source material it's considered taboo).

In my Split Timeline AU, this was more just based on the story and ideas from "Your Name", but it was the idea of the angst that made me push forward with it. The triple angst is that the Bros are of course related. Just the idea that they are separated across different timelines through a force greater than their own, and vow to reunite and save everyone, even having to deal with the horror of having their memories wiped of each other....OOF it's good angst with so much emotion 👌

The Cursed Immortal AU is not something I usually come up with (and will likely never continue), but I had to do it just for the one idea - Mario giving up his mortal life just to be with Luigi, after the latter is transformed into an evil life force draining monster, with no cure. Sure it's a very extreme choice in the grand scheme of things; but with the Bros it totally makes sense! Of course neither would be willing to let the other suffer alone, and neither can they bare the idea of being told to leave the other. They would totally rather be together in a cursed state than ever be apart. They ride or die with each other for life.

And lastly, the AU of them becoming dragons for a thousand years just to stop an evil deity. This one is based on heavy spoilers from Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom, so I encourage you to just go and check it out in my pinned post, just to save me from spoiling anyone who has not yet played or finished the game. But long story short, it's another one of those "I would rather be with you in another state together than let you go alone." I think that sums up the brothers best.

check out my AUs on my pinned post

I'm also starting to realise as I write this that I love exploring AUs where the brother's bond is tested when one chooses to make a sacrifice for the other (obviously not when one has to die!). It's the type of AU I love doing because it's a "How far will these Bros go for each other?" idea.

And the answer is: to the end of the universe.

Nothing can ever keep these two apart. If done right, an AU has so much potential to explore ideas you would never see with them in the Mario franchise. I love when we fans can do that because I certainly love to make new stories, and AUs are just a huge cooking pot of opportunity.

I truly do encourage you to maybe look at your AU again, anon. There is some good stuff there! Maybe you and your friend can rework some things. I understand if you want it to stick to movie canon (I'm also picky when it comes to keeping things in canon when I'm sticking to in-universe stuff), but there's nothing wrong with changing it up a little. You could set it years after the events of the movie. Or just another universe altogether. It's entirely up to you and your friend :) Good luck 👍

[sleepy-achilles]

TikToks in my FOD universe part 7/???

Captions and more below

1. Posted by a fan

Caption- Nah because the Leon and Mentor Taker storyline gave us a whole new heel Leon and it was so hot and I was so here for the angst and violence that came with it. Made ministry taker look like a decent person 😅

2. Posted by the official WWE accounts, on the first day of pride month, when deon wasn't official or anything. This blew up, the social account runner was determined to get this ship out there. Footage from the deon feud.

Caption- Who knew all it took was a baby face Leon to bring out a extremely attractive aggressive Heel Drew? Thank you Leon Michaels. (Ps, you also look really good as a baby face. A lot nicer too)

3. Posted by a fan. Footage from the deon feud. It blew up.

Caption- Everyone thank Drew for not only bringing back swearing but giving us puppy dog eyes Leon, and lookin hot whilst doing it.

4. Posted by a fan. Footage from the mentor taker storyline

Caption- I'll never forgive vince for destroying the gladiators for some shitty (I lie, extremely good but heartbreaking) storyline. Now sheamus hesitates around Leon. Around his Leon! His lil baby cowboy that he helped teach human emotions too. And Leon? Leon has never been the same since.

5. Posted by a fan

Caption- These two are not talked about enough! The absolute power duo of sibling duos! They ran so all the others could walk and they look damned good whilst doing so!

6. Posted by a fan, reblogged by the official wwe account.

Caption- It's always taker and Leon this, taker and Leon that, when Shawn Michaels literally gave us a copy and paste of himself and named him Leon Michaels, it was not so yall could sleep on them as a duo. They don't play the game, they play the company and they look good doing it.

7. Posted by a fan, reblogged by official wwe account, blew up. Broke hearts. Footage from the Leon and jericho storyline. Basically instead of the Shawn and Rebecca story it was Leon and valentina and because I hate jericho, he took it too far and seriously injured and hurt valentina. This upset Leon and changed him drastically, especially as it wasn't planned for the story at all.

Caption- This entire 'storyline' broke my heart, like I'm grateful we got to learn more about Leon and his relationship with Valentina and Mattie, and how much they mean to him, but what Valentina went through? What Leon went through? Jericho needs to count his days, I'm glad Leon brought back blood on TV and it was jerichos blood he was spilling. Yk somethings wrong if taker says its too far.

8. Posted by a fan. A mix of fod vlogs and promos.

Caption- Taker is 100% a better parent than cait, but the relationship between taker and the boys has its off moments too me. He was clearly made to be a girl dad and it shows sadly. And cait? Bro the devil is waiting for her. Bfr how you gonna abandon your son and then turn up looking for money because he's successful? You did shit to help get him there. And then start on his baby brother? No way.

[twistedtranslations]

Kalim Al Asim - Happy Birthday

You can unlock this story by getting Kalim’s SSR Birthday Attire

Translation under the cut

TN: I’m not sure whether the video Cater and Lilia gave him are of them dancing or two other people

Chapter 1

Special corner on NRC's grounds: An interview with the birthday boy ~Kalim~

Scarabia Dorm - Birthday Party Venue

Yuu: Happy Birthday!

Kalim: Thanks! I hope you too can enjoy the banquet today!

Q: Is there a present that left an impression on you, amongst all the ones you’ve been given?

Kalim: Not really, it’s difficult because there are so many, but… Probably the festive dancing movie I got from Cater and Lilia from our light music club. It’s them dancing and turning to the music and doing smiles and poses. The way they move in sync is almost like a habit, I can’t get enough of it no matter how many times I watch it~ That one definitely impressed me!

Q: Can you tell us about the activities you do in the light music club?

Kalim: Despite our name, we aren’t constantly singing or playing instruments. We basically eat a lot of sweets and chat about a lot of stuff. Lately, the topic has been… ah! When we told each other scary stories, something really exciting happened. We were telling ghost stories to get acquainted with each other. So when Lilia’s turn came up, right when he started talking about the curse of the “mysterious stone statue” that he heard about on a trip… BAM!! And we heard this huge noise behind us! When we panicked and turned around, the flower vase had fallen from the shelf and broken on the floor… I cried out: “Was it the curse?!”, and when I hurriedly looked at them, they were both facing the floor with trembling shoulders. Like, what should we do! And I froze up… And then the shelf “meowed”. Turns out Lucius somehow got into the clubroom and pushed over the vase. Those two already noticed and were making fun of me. I told them they were terrible, but ended up laughing. In the end, the three of us ended up bursting out in laughter.

Chapter 2

Q: Can you tell us about your family?

Kalim: Okay, so first, my dad! We hail from a merchant lineage that has been around for many generations, selling silks, food and… a lot of things, basically. My dad is the most amazing man ever, he should be very busy, but he’s always smiling-. My mom is a kind person! She’s always praising me and almost never gets mad. I also have tons of siblings. They’re adorable, every single one of them. It’s lively and pleasant when all of them are together. We often play hide and seek in our house. However… It takes a long time when I’m the searcher because I have so many siblings to look for… I once started at noon and was still searching at dinner. I got hungry, so I eventually gave up. They yelled “Big bro lost!” and everyone laughed. The next time we’re together I’ll definitely win and show them how cool I am!

Q: Can you tell us about the magic carpet?

Kalim: That one is a replica of the flying magical carpet. I don’t know when we got it, but it seems to be pretty old. I first met it when… I sneaked into the storage room of our home. Suddenly, something was poking my shoulders. When I turned aside, the magic carpet peeped up from the shadow of the piles of gold. It seemed like it wanted to go outside, so I tried my best to persuade my father. I promised him I would always treasure it, so he entrusted the carpet to me. It was so happy when it was freed that it took me on a sky-high ride. And since then, it’s been my most precious friend!

Chapter 3

Q: Can you tell us what you think about your classmates?

Kalim: I talk a lot with… Silver, probably. Talking about him, we had this assignment for art where we had to draw our classmates. I had Silver be my model, but he didn’t move at all? I was so impressed by his concentration, but then I heard him snoozing… He was sleeping all along! Hahaha! After that, Silver drew me. His pencil went WOOSH! Or something like that… His forceful drawing was so interesting!

Q: Can you tell us what you think about your vice dorm leader?

Kalim: In the past, a tutor taught me and Jamil went to school. But when I cried because I didn't understand an assignment, he always taught me how to solve it. He’s a really reliable guy, even though we’re childhood friends that have always been together.

Q: Are there any other ways he left an impression on you?

Kalim: Then… What about when I first started using magic? Jamil could use magic before I did. He looked so cool when he was training and being helped by adults, so I imitated him every day. And one day, I made a parrot’s feather float a little!… At first I thought it was a mere breeze. The only one in my family that can use magic is my mom, so everyone was delighted-. Thanks to that I can go to the same school as Jamil… I’m so glad I was able to use magic!

Q: Thank you for telling us so much. Once again, happy birthday!

[bubsdolan]

fratboy!gray having a shy nerdy girlfriend and at a party someone makes fun of her in front of grayson and he goes off on them for hurting his precious girls feelings ://

im a sucker for frat boy gray where he’s such a douche bag to everyone else but has a soft spot his girl 🥺

grayson knew parties weren't your scene, he knew you would much rather be wrapped up in the comfort on your own bed, book in hand and cup of tea steaming away on your bedside table as you escaped reality. quite frankly he would much rather join you than have to suffer another night of drinking, drugs and girls trying it on with him.

he only had eyes for one girl- you, and he made it well known to everyone on campus. you were his girl and you were not to be messed with. however, it seemed some people never understood the message.

after wearing you down and bribing you with kisses and cuddles and wanting to show off his girl to his brothers who had heard so much about you, you reluctantly agreed to attending the party. arriving later than the rest of party goers however, as you needed to finish up an essay that wasn’t due until the following week, but you always needed to be ahead of schedule. it was one of your many traits that made grayson fall even deeper in love with you.

it was your shyness that drew him to you in the first place. a trait you found annoying and often frustrated by, grayson found it endearing and adorable. he loved watching your cheeks flush red with heat whenever he complimented you or told you how much he loved you.

he found your ‘nerdiness’ precious and admirable, encouraging the so called heart throb and popular kid of campus to buckle down and focus more on his studies. he had you to thank, you kept grounded.

you threw on your most comfortable clothes, not one to show off your body or dress to impress anyone, deciding on grayson’s football jersey he had left at your house the night before, black leggings and a pair of vans. you took one last look in the mirror and reminded yourself you were doing this for grayson.

mutpitle texts of ‘im on the way’, ’im here’ and ‘meet me outside?” went unanswered as your boyfriend, who was also the host of the party, was being pulled around the room but fans of him who were desperate for his attention. his eyes constantly flickered over to the door, uninterested in the conversations he was having and waiting for you to arrive and turn his night around for the better.

he was distracted from his conversation with a girl he hadn't even bothered to learn the name off when he spotted a large crowd gather in the hall way. load. his ears were met with unsettling comments being directed towards someone he couldn’t quite see from his spot in the kitchen, making him completely blind to the groups of students surrounded you and making you feel so unwelcome as you anxiously searched the party of the one person who made you feel the safest. 

grayson blood boiled as he pushed his way further into the crowd, his shoulders puffed and hands balled to his side when he finally made eye contact with your teary ones. on noticing it was you, being submitted to his own team mates calling you a loser, a nerd, a nobody, something inside grayson switched.

“oh look if it isn't little miss y/n, what's a nobody like you doing here. the library’s across campus, loser,” liam, who you had seen hang around with grayson many times in the school canteen, raised his voice in order to gain the attention of all the students in attendance, wanting to turn as many people against you and make you feel as little as possible. you were an easy target for him to gain popularity.

“you dont belong here.”

“dont you have homework to be doing?”

“what is she even wearing.” you heard some girls dressed in the skimpiest clothes laughing at you.

you stood silent, never one to fight back. you weren't strong enough nor brave enough to defend yourself. a weakness of your was showing emotion and that was always used against you, you let some tears fall, hugging yourself as a sense of protection, which only egged on the bullies to harassing you further.

you might not be brave enough to defend yourself, but your overprotective and extremely pissed boyfriend who was storming his way over, certainly was.

liam backed you into a corner, laughing in your face and watching you cry which only aided to boost his ego. he stunk of alcohol, his breath so close to your eye making you recoil into yourself and whimper out for grayson. liam felt untouchable, until the booming voice of your knight in shining armour stopped in his tracks.

you let out a sigh of relief.

“yo liam!” grayson’s voice overshadowed the music, the herd of students parting like the red sea and watching his every move.

students gasped as grayon aggressively pulled liam’s body away from yours by the collar of his shirt, yanking his boy as far away from you as possible and causing him to stumble back, as grayon quickly stood in front of your and acted like a human shield. 

he felt you small, shaky hands grip onto the back of his shirt and hide your face. grayson reached one arm behind and held onto your hip, his fingers soothing over your skin to silently remind you he was there and he wasn’t going to let anything happen to you.

you were always going to safe with him.

his glare remained firm on liam, who looked just as shocked and scared as the crowd that seemed to grow around you and see what all the fuss was about.many people were more interested in the fact grayson dolan had finally settled down, rather than the fight that may occur.

“gray, he-hey bro! great party,” liam stuttered over his words, but straightened up when he noticed students filming the confrontation. he thrived off attention and he knew the easiest way to get it, was to be an arsehole.

if he pushed grayson’s buttons, he would be seen as a hero and he could finally steal grayson’s popularity he was so hungry for. or so he thought it was that easy.

“you got a problem with my girl?” grayson kept his voice low, eyes stern and his hand on you at all times. his muscles were tense but at the feeling of your body press closer to his, he relaxed a little.

“your girl?” liam spat venom. laughing as he tried to catch a glance of you over grayson shoulder, only to prompt grayson to take a step forward.

“bro, you can do so much better. she’s a los-“

grayson didn’t even give liam enough time to finish his sentence before his fist was colliding with his nose. sending liam down to the floor with one hit, blood dropping down his face as grayson stood over his body, tall and angry.

“don’t you ever speak about her like that again. don’t talk about her, to her, don’t even fucking look at her. if i catch you so much as breathe near her, i’ll fucking end you. ya hear me?”

grayson then proceeded to lifted liam off the floor once again by his shirt and dragged his body outside, throwing him onto the lawn of the frat house before slamming the door in his face and immediately running back to your side. 

he returned to you with soft gentle eyes, and a smile that didn’t reach his eyes like you were used to. he instantly pulledyou into his arms and repeatedly apologised for not being there sooner. he held you whist you tried to control your unsteady breathing, your fingers reaching down to cup his bruised fists in your own and kiss each individual knuckle to help sooth the pain he must be feeling. 

grayson lifted his other unharmed hand to your cheek, his thumb gently swiping away at the smudged mascara of your under eye. you still looked as beautiful as ever in his eyes. an angel sent down from heaven just for him, he wondered what he did in a past life to get so lucky.

“i love you, baby. dont listen to the opinions of people who dont matter, they don’t know about us. they don’t see you the way i see you. you're the most beautiful, person i’v ever met and i dont want no one else, you hear me?”

“yours. im yours, baby.”

grayson leans in to seal his vows with a kiss. pouring every ounce of love he had for you into it and making sure everybody around saw.

reaching for your hand and dragging you out of the party, grayson lead the pair of you back to your dorm room, where you spend the rest of the night tangled up in your sheets, sharing kisses and whispering i love yous till the sun came up.

[sodasback]

Ex BF - Part 2

Drew Starkey x Reader

Part 1

You guys, I changed my mind, this one just works so much better as a Drew Starkey fic ...so fuck it, I’m just gonna post what I had on my deactivated blog. 

It had been months since you ran into Josh on set at Drew’s work. Luckily, Drew was only in a couple scenes for that project and he only worked on that show one more day without running into Josh. Now, you, Drew and a lot of the Outer Banks crew were all in LA again and going out to a bar.

Unfortunately for you, and everyone that night, Josh and his friends were at the same bar.

“Oh hey, it’s y/n and her movie star boyfriend, Andrew.” Josh said as he appeared next to you and drunkenly leaned an arm on your shoulder. If looks could kill, the look on Drew’s face would have for sure been the death of Josh. It was a mixture of shock and rage at the audacity of this guy. Drew was so taken aback, he didn’t know how to react.

You uncomfortably chuckled and squirmed out from under Josh’s arm to stand in front of Drew quickly, not knowing if Drew’s truly calm nature could be tested any further. “Mhmm, great to see you Josh.” You stated dismissively.

Your effort to separate them was lost as Drew instantly and easily maneuvered you behind him protectively. You turned for the bar as quickly as possible, hoping to end the situation there, so you grabbed Drew’s hand to pull him along with you.

“Aww, y/n/n, you’re not gonna stay and let me get to know your little boyfriend?”

You felt dead weight behind you as you tried to pull Drew away. 

“Bro, I’m telling you right now, back the fuck off.” Drew stated. You whirled around to get in front of him, as Josh took a step forward and titled his chin up, “Or what?”

You put your hands on Drew’s chest. He easily looked over your head to continue glaring at Josh.

“Drew” you said sternly. He glanced down at you for a second, before looking back up at Josh. Josh smirked and waited to see what Drew was gonna do. “He’s not worth it. Trust me.” You said. Drew looked down at you and softened. 

He wrapped an arm around your shoulder an you wrapped both arms around his waist to walk to the bar. 

“You know, as hot as you are when you get all scary like that. I really really don’t want you getting in a fight because I have an absolutely horrible ex boyfriend.” 

You emphasized the first part of this sentence, but Drew just gave you a deadpan stare. He knew you were trying to flirt with him to get him to relax. And you knew it was too late at this point. As evolved and emotionally intelligent as Drew was, he had now entered caveman mode. Josh challenging him because of you triggered instincts deep within him to meet that challenge aka defending your honor. ...1 point toxic masculinity, 0 points non-violent female empowerment.

At this point in your life, you were happy. You had everything you wanted in your career. You had a beautiful apartment. Your family was healthy. You had the best friends you could ask for. And of course, you had Drew. Drew was the one. He was your soulmate. Your best friend. And you knew it. You didn’t feel the need to put Josh in his place any more. You just wanted to keep enjoying your life. You had time to make peace with what Josh did to you and you felt like you moved past it and him. Yeah, you felt like you were past it, you tried to convince yourself. It had been years since the incident happened and you and Josh broke up...

Flashback

You and Josh were 20 and had been on and off for a couple years. One night, you had both been out, when you started fighting, something that wasn’t new to your relationship. Josh had been flirting with another girl a lot of the night and gaslighting you to make you feel like you were imagining it. As you brought up the flirting again, he was reaching for his car keys. You were pissed that he was using this tactic again. He would leave until you calmed down and started to worry about him so much that you would just finally give in and forget the fight, instead of holding him accountable. You were so mad at him for making you feel like you were crazy and for always manipulating you by leaving. You couldn’t stop the words from coming out of your mouth, “Sure, just leave again. Fucking typical, Josh. Like father, like son, I guess.”

And before you could even process what happened, the whole right side of your face was stinging, a cut near eye was bleeding from his ring and your ears were ringing. Josh had just backhanded you hard. Time stood still for a moment as your hand went to cradle your cheek. You were absolutely shocked.

“Oh fuck. You okay?” 

You finally looked up at him with an unreadable expression on your face. “..don’t make this a big deal, okay? That was a really shitty thing to say and you just made me so mad, I couldn’t help i-” At that point, you stormed into the bedroom and locked the door. He now was faced with you being upset and maybe even losing you; he started knocking on the door and apologizing profusely after realizing your reaction. You were completely blocking out all the noise coming from the other side of the door as you tried to gather your thoughts. 

Okay, that was a really low blow. Yeah, but he HIT you.

I definitely shouldn’t have said that. But he HIT you.

Maybe I deserved it. No, he HIT you. You continued to argue with yourself.

What would you tell your y/bff’s/n if this happened to her?

What would your mom or dad tell you right now?

If he did it once, he could do it again.

...this isn’t the first time you’ve been scared of him.

...but he seems genuinely really sorry.

You opened the door to find Josh sitting on the ground leaning against the wall. He looked at you scared and hopeful, tears rolling down his cheeks.

“I’m sorry for what I said. It was really unfair and hurtful of me.” You stated genuinely.

Relief washed over his face for a second, “I’m so sorry baby. I swear that will never happen again.” He said, as he got up and he started to make his way to hug you. 

“Yeah, I know it will never happen again...” you held your hand out to stop him from touching you, confusion now evident in his expression, “because we’re done.”

His face dropped, expression now being somewhere between confused, angry and disappointed. Josh wasn’t used to you putting up boundaries and not letting him get away with all the shit he pulled. “Y/N-” he started. 

“No.” You said adamantly, “Frankly, I don’t care how sorry you are. I don’t care how much I pissed you off. I don’t care how much you promise that will never happen again. Our relationship was toxic before what just happened. I know I’m not perfect and I have a lot of things to work on. But I 1000% know in my bones, that I WILL NEVER let you hit me again. I deserve better. We’re done. I’m going to my parents’ house. I’m coming back tomorrow between 10 and 2 to get my stuff. Don’t be here.”

A couple months later, you had a text from an unknown number. It was Josh borrowing a friend’s phone to text you, since you blocked any way he had to contact you. He apologized. He held himself accountable. There was no deflecting or manipulating in the message and he promised he would never contact you again. You replied: “Thank you for your apology. Yes, I’d appreciate it if you don’t contact me again.”

And that was it. You ran into him briefly at the grocery store once and you had been in a really good mood. Your interaction was light and almost flirty. You felt so ashamed about it later, but you hadn’t seen or heard from Josh again until years later, with Drew on set. And little did you know, seeing you with Drew set something off in Josh that he just couldn’t let go.

-

As you stood at the bar, waiting for the bartender’s attention, you turned to see the caveman version of your gorgeous boyfriend still glaring, his fists clenching and unclenching.

“Babe.” You said and he looked at you.

“He’s got fuckin nerve.” He said shaking his head and you took a deep breath ready for the rant, “First off, called me a movie star. I am a serious actor, Y/N.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh at Drew being offended anything this asshole said and Drew’s eyes widened at you and you stifled a giggle while you laced your hands around his neck to appease him, “Mhmm” you encouraged. 

“And then he called me ‘Andrew’“ Drew went on. And you nodded and gave him a sympathetic pout, “I know, I heard.”

“And THEN, he has the AUDACITY to put his fucking arm around you?! Bro, I’m heateddddd-” He continued, barely paying attention to you as you leaned your body against his. You ignored the fact that he just called you bro and tried a different tact. 

“Drew, stop. You can’t get into a bar fight. Think about your job.”

“I don’t care about my job. I care about you.”

“That’s not true. You do care about your job. And I know you care about me. But if you get into a fight right now, it’s not gonna change what he did to me. It was a long time ago. We’re not together anymore. I’m over it. Punching him is not gonna do anything except jeopardize your future.”

Drew still had his fight face on, “Well, knocking that smirk off his fucking face would sure make me feel better.” He said and you scowled at him. “And for the record, I don’t think you’re over it. And you don’t have to be. You never have to be over it. And that doesn’t mean you aren’t fucking strong and badass.” 

You were quiet as you contemplated what Drew said. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, before looking at you. “Okay” he said softly. 

 “Thank you” you said softly before you pulled him down to kiss him. After a minute of you successfully distracting him with a pretty passionate slow kiss, you felt Drew melt a little. 

“Hey, I’m sorry. Do you want to leave? Like do you not feel like being out anymore?” He asked sweetly.

“No, I’m okay. He’s just being a drunk asshole.” You turned away to grab the drinks the bartender poured for you and Drew, “We probably won’t even see him for the rest of the night.” 

You turned back and realized caveman Drew was now glaring at Josh again as you spoke, “..or not.” You rolled your eyes.

Despite the bad beginning, you and your friends ended up having fun as the night went on. And you and Drew proceeded to drink. Which was probably not the smartest decision. You were both feistier when you drank and you knew Drew’s natural state of calmness was only going to wear off as the night went on.

Eventually, you had to go to the bathroom. But you didn’t trust Josh to not instigate something with Drew while you were gone and you didn’t trust Drew to not try and avenge your honor while you were gone either. So you found Austin, Chase and JD. Chase and JD were only half-listening as they watched whatever game was on the tvs at the semi-crowded bar. 

“Guys, I need you to watch Drew while I go pee.” You said. Drew rolled his eyes and hung his head back with a groan.

“What’s the rig?” Austin asked, ironically using his favorite word as he put one arm on your shoulder and the other on Drew’s.

“Drew is trying to fight my ex-boyfriend and you need to stop him from ruining his career and/or going to jail for assault.” You looked at Drew as you finished your sentence remind him that he could get in serious trouble for getting in a fight. Drew scoffed as Austin looked to him for confirmation of what you were saying.

“He called me a movie star dude” Drew said.

“Oooff” Austin agreed that this was a major dig.

“And then he called me ‘Andrew’“

“Ahhh man” Austin commiserated, “This kid deserves to get hit for sure.”

“Austin!” You scolded, “You are not helping!”

“Bro, that’s not even half of it. Like what he did to Y/N; he deserves to get the absolute shit beat out of him, I promise you-”

“Okay, stop! We’re not discussing this. Chase, JD, you are in charge of Drew. Keep him occupied while I go pee and don’t let him ruin his entire life by getting in a stupid bar fight. And Austin, stop encouraging him and keep your mouth shut til I get back please!” You commanded, as you pushed Drew and Austin toward Chase and JD. JD gave you a salute while he put his arm around Drew’s shoulders. 

While you were gone, Drew was drunk and spilling all your business, trying to get all 3, also drunk, boys on his side. “Guys, you don’t even know. This guy is the biggest asshole.”

“Wait, is he really? Or do you just not like him because he’s y/n’s ex?” JD asked.

“No dude. First of all, he like cheated on her a bunch of times; he was super manipulative and .. he fucking hit her once dude.”

The all looked at each other, “What the fuck?!”

“Like hit her?”

“Yeahhhhhh, like physically hit her face.”

“Well you are completely justified, brother.”

“Yeah, we have your back man, whatever happens.” They all nodded and broke out of their little huddle.

“Look! No fighting!” Chase said proudly when you got back, opening up his arms.

“Good job Chase. Gold star” You said returning his quick side hug.

The group decided it was time to go to one more bar, so you all walked out the back ext into a big alley. Where, of course, Josh and his friends were smoking and noticed your crew before you noticed them.

“You think her movie star boyfriend knows what an uptight little prude she used to be?” Josh said to his friend loud enough for you to hear. You honestly didn’t even care about what Josh said, you knew he was trying to get Drew to react. And you knew even your sweet, soft Drew was not immune to anger getting the best of him. Drew stopped walking, still slightly turned away from Josh and just shook his head, not believing Josh’s audacity. 

Even though the guys had been supportive when they were talking to Drew about fighting Josh, no one actually wanted that to happen. So Austin was quickly by Drew’s side, “Don’t do it bro. It’s not worth it.”

“Drew.” You said trying, to get him to focus on you. Unfortunately, you were with a group of boys full of testosterone and Chase was also feeling feisty and protective. 

“Hey, why don’t you shut the fuck up bro” Chase said, taking a step toward Josh, but luckily a level-headed JD was immediately pushing Chase softly backward. 

“Ooh maybe, she’s not such a prude anymore. Maybe she’s sleeping with the whole cast; they’re all so protective of her.” Josh laughed.

“Josh stop! What the fuck is wrong with you?” You yelled at him. And Drew was instantly moving in front of you, “You need to stop talking right now man.” Drew said in a tone that made the hair on your arms stand up. You could feel the tension rolling off Drew.

“Drew calm down. Please.” You pleaded as he looked down at you.

“Y/n, I can’t let him talk about you that way.”

“He’s trying to get under your skin. That’s what he wants.”

“Yeah, well it’s fucking working.”

“Drew, come on. Let’s just go home.” He began to give in as you pulled his arm. 

Josh was obviously determined for a fight, because the next thing that came out of his mouth made it impossible for anyone to stop Drew.

“Hey good luck with y/n, man. I treated her like trash for years and she still came running back to me, bitch has got issu-” And before he could utter another word, Drew’s fist connected with his jaw. 

“Fuck.” You cursed as your hands went through your hair and you backed up between Austin, Chase and JD.

Josh recovered and hit Drew in the eye. 

You gasped. Turning into JD’s chest and he protectively wrapped his arms around you. Drew hit Josh again and he fell to the ground. Drew bent over him and punched him again. “Don’t you ever fucking talk about her again!” He yelled through gritted teeth, “Don’t look at her again. And if you EVER touch her again, I swear to God-” he spat in between a few more punches. 

“Drew! Please!” You yelled and finally Austin pulled him back. “That’s enough, bro.” 

“Come on” JD still had his arms around you, walking you away from everything. 

Drew was breathing heavy and trying to overcome his adrenaline. You and JD were already around the corner with most of the group. 

“Come on, let’s go” Chase ushered Drew away with Austin. And they followed in the same direction. Drew saw you walking ahead of him. 

“Y/N” he called after you softly. You stopped and turned around. He was already right there enveloping you in his arms. 

“Fuck y/n. I’m so sorry.” He muttered kissing the top of your head. You just kept holding each other while the group called Ubers. 

You pulled away from him a little, “Are you okay?” You asked trying to get a look at the bruise forming on his face. “Yeah, baby. I’m fine. I’m so sorry I did that. I’m sorry I put you in this situation.” He said, hugging you again. After a long pause, you pulled up and looked up at him:

“Thank you.” You stated genuinely and Drew looked at you surprised. But while you continued to look at each other, you both understood without saying anything more. You both knew it wasn’t okay that Drew just got in a fight. And you both knew you didn’t need your boyfriend to defend you honor, but you were thankful someone finally had.

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[fivelakesinwriting]

Tonight (Drew Starkey)

Author's Notes: I left this the way it was from when I originally wrote it - Drew and the new OBX writer have a romance, but nothing is "official" yet. It might be a little more "sexual" than the others, if this crosses any lines, please let me know and I will tone the others back (and edit this one accordingly). I hope you all love this as much as the others. Thank you for your support xoxo

Warnings: Drinking, sexual innuendos - references to sex, mentions of smoking (cigarettes and drug use), Swearing

Requested? No? I mean, yes. But this has been written for months. So I'm going with no. Y'all , and Drew being himself just prompted me to put this out.

*My work is not to be transferred, copied, translated or reposted to any other sites without my permission. Please see my masterlist for all other works and warnings. Thank you! xoxo

Drew watched as the new show writer everyone had taken a liking to sat with the girls and chatted.

"New writer is a dime, dude." Rudy muttered as he walked up to exchange his empty beer for a full one.

Drew grunted in response before he took a generous drink of his own beer. He wasn't ready to tell his friends he had spent a little more than casual drinking time with her. He also wasn't ready to tell them that he had seen a little more than her soft legs in those denim shorts all the guys seemed to like.

"You're quiet tonight." Rudy replied as he used his cigarette lighter to open two beers. One for him, and one for Drew.

"Just shit on my mind." Drew muttered as he peeled at the label of his beer. His eyes flickered briefly to her when he heard her squeal with laughter at something Madison said.

"Anything to do with our new friend over there?" Rudy asked with a nod of his head.

Drew said nothing, but pursed his lip as as he watched every move she made by the balcony window. The soft touch on Madison's arm after a joke, the blush and recoil after Madelyn gave her a compliment on her outfit.

"Take that as a yes." Rudy replied before he pulled a chair up next to Drew.

"Rudy.." Drew sighed with a shake of his head. He wasn't in the mood for advice. It all felt so high school to him. He knew what he should do, and yet here he was sat up in the corner with a pout.

"We see how you look at her, bro. And how she looks at you like you're a fucking tree that she needs to climb." Rudy smirked, his eyes hazy and drunk.

Drew chuckled as he looked back over to the woman, who just so happened to be looking at him. He had to admit she did give him a certain look that got him all types of fucked up. The way her eyes looked him up and then down in a frenzy like he might vanish standing right in front of her. Ir got him hot under his collar.

"Seen that look from her a time or two, yeah." Drew nodded with a smile.

"Has anything happened between the two of you?" Rudy asked, treading lightly with the older man.

"A bit."

Rudy nodded but didn't press the topic, despite his inquiring mind. Everyone had see her and Drew together on set and off. His arm around her while they walked to the bar, her sitting in his lap while the cast had drinks after filming that day. Drew whispering something in her ear that would make her blush and tug on the chain around his neck. And Rudy would never tell Drew he had walked in on them while they were kissing downstairs while everyone else thought they were out for a smoke together.

Rudy had walked down to the alley where they all usually smoked cigarettes and joints, to ask if they two regular smokers wanted to partake in a joint he rolled. As he rounded the corner into the alley he found his friends in a compromising position. She was pressed up against the side of the building while Drew's hands found their way up the front of her shirt, while they kissed like horny teenagers.

"Shit." Rudy giggled to himself before he scurried back into the lobby to wait for them.

The two men stayed silent as they watched the woman of discussion make her way over to them in the kitchen. Drew smiled softly at her and hoped the shivers that coursed through his body when she touched him weren't too obvious.

"Hey."He smiled at her as she stood in front of him between his parted legs. She gently placed a hand on his collarbone, her fingertips on the back of his neck.

"Hi. Do you want to come dance with me? The girls promised me some quality 90's hip- hop." She smiled as her fingertips twirled his hair at the nape of his neck.

"Yeah, I'll come dirty dance with you." Drew smirked as he stood up from the bar-stool and let her pull him out to the makeshift dance floor in the middle of the living room.

Drew stood behind her a full foot taller than her, but somehow her spectacular ass came in perfect contact with his groin. He grabbed her left hip with his free hand and guided her from side to side, his pubic bone doing the rest of the work from behind to guide her.

"You look good tonight, Sweetheart." Drew mumbled as he placed a kiss on the top of her head. A soft groan escaped him as her hips rocked back against him a little firm to the beat.

"Thank you." She replied as she reached back to wrap an arm around his neck.

"Think you might want to stay with me tonight?" Drew asked softly in her ear, his eyes darted around the room in the hopes no one else could read his lips. Although he was certain everyone knew his plan was to take her home that night.

She turned around in his arms and pressed her free hand to his strong chest. Drew smiled as he moved his left hand from her to her backside. She looked up at him with eyes that sparkled while she bit her bottom lip.

"I would love that." Drew growled as he gave her backside a firm squeeze with his left hand, his right gripped his beer bottle to the point of shattering it.

"Okay." She smiled as she ran her index finger through his gold chain. The smallest of gestures was so intimate, and so sexy to him. She made him feel so good before she even took her clothes off.

She turned around to press her ass into him and Drew exhaled heavily. He brought his drink to his lips as his own his followed hers to the beat. He knew he was in for a ride back at home.

Please let me know what you think if you have a moment! xoxo

I am in my Starkey feelings today so I got this one up quicker than anticipated.

Requests for OBX are OPEN!!

[lifewithdavefarts]

DaveFarts - Episode 9 “Trapped In The Closet” [Episode List] Following the most blatant sit-com tropes you can think of, Dave decides to spy on his girlfriend, Dana, because he thinks she’s hiding something. Tim reluctantly decides to join his friend, but the two end up stuck in the girl’s closet, which will eventually turn into a gas chamber.

Trapped In The Closet

“Yeah Dana. Sure. No problem.”

Tim was working on some college tasks, but couldn’t help but to eavesdrop Dave’s conversation with his girlfriend, Dana, on the phone. He could only hear his friend’s replies, which being only the 50% of what they were talking about, it didn’t make a lot of sense. Not that he was interested: Dave was simply hanging out in his room because he had nothing better to do during that warm Summer evening, apparently, and so he simply showed up to Tim’s place with a couple of beers and a remarkable amount of procrastination powers.

Despite being relatively hot outside, Dave was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of long, grey levi jeans, kinda loose as usual. Something that Tim hated about his kink is how quickly he checked his friend’s outfit, something that he always did since Dave is now basically his “fart bud”, against all odds.

“Yeah… yeah… I love you. No… I love you more!”

Kinda funny how Dave, 24, would revert back to an awkward teenager at times whenever he and his girlfriend were on the phone. They probably even acted like that on purpose, because love is doing stupid things together after all.

“Tim. Car. Now!”

Dave hung up and turned weirdly serious, got up and walked downstairs, saying something about getting in the car.

“Wait, what?” Tim asked, questioning whether his friend was being serious or not, but he did follow him to wherever he was going.

“We don’t have much time, Tim. Dana will come back soon. She’s out with her own friends and we have… like… 15 minutes.”

The two walked outside and headed towards the girls’ house, actually only a few blocks away from Tim’s. Tim himself reluctantly followed his bro into this, knowing that, at best, it may turn into a funny mishap to tell to their other pals while being drunk and laugh about it.

“I’ll just pretend your words make any sense, like I usually do…” Tim chuckled, sarcastically, but still following his friend.

“I think she’s hiding something.” Dave explained, walking at a fast pace, Tim right behind him. “She’s been strangely elusive lately and I want to check her room for clues.”

Tim just chuckled in response. “Dave, you do realize that this is not a 90s sit-com, right? Her room? Really? What are you hoping to find out, exactly, anyway? That she’s having some kind of affair behind your back?” he asked, trying to reason with him.

“An affair? You think I’m that kind of guy?” Dave answered, looking surprisingly offended by Tim’s question.   “I just want to make sure she’s fine. She seemed worried about something and she’s like this organized haf-woman/half-machine hybrid who keeps sticky notes in her room to keep an eye on her busy life.”

“Oh…” Tim replied, rather sarcastically.   “Now that makes a lot of sense.”

“Leave your sassiness for later, dork. Can we take your car?” Dave asked.

“Why? We’re already right in front of her house…”

Dave realized that he was so worried that they did, in fact, walked for a couple of blocks and found themselves stepping in Dana’s backyard without even noticing. He just laughed a bit about it.

“Sorry. Love makes me blind.” he joked, knowing that it was a rather silly thing to say anyway.

“Not the words I would have used, but ok.” Tim answered.

“Come on, let’s get inside.” his bro said, with a smirk.  

“Alright… but please, let’s keep a low profile and no awkwa-”

But as they approached to the girl’s house, Dave awkwardly started muttering some kind of theme song that was oddly reminiscent of the Mission Impossibile’s most iconic soundtrack. This guy has a girlfriend, everyone.

“So much for keeping a low profile, Ethan Hunt…” Tim joked.

Dana’s room, following the usual   “average american house tropes” that the writer of this story grew up with in the 90s, was on the second floor. Luckily, the house was empty, so both Tim and Dave could easily climb it without fearing of someone noticing their totally legal actions.

“Look at Tim, such a rebel! Such a fast climber!” Dave whispered, noticing how good Tim was at climbing the girl’s house.

“Thanks. I learned it when I visited your mom.” he joked.

“I thought you’d prefer my dad, you know.” Dave played along, with a rather noticeable reference to Tim’s homosexuality.

“Just… just let’s get done with this.”  

After some awkward climbing, the two found themselves in front of a window leading to Dana’s room. The duo was sitting on a small portion of slanted roof, wondering how to get inside.

“Alright. I could just punch through the window and open it. But you know I don’t like violence against windows.” Dave said, somewhat joking, but really trying to come up with a way to get through this final obstacle.

“Never mind, it’s open.” Tim said, as his hand passed right through the window.   “Or, you know, I got ghost powers all of the sudden, but I doubt it.”

“You’re so funny I forgot to laugh.” Dave commented, as he got inside his girlfriend’s room, making sure no one was there, immediately followed by his sassy friend.

The room was fairly big and messy, books and magazines scattered all around the floor and the bed. Dana was a busy woman: she got a degree in economics but, given the tough times, she had troubles finding a decent job lately. Dave actually suspected that this was the reason she was being nervous about, well, everything, understandably.

“Why don’t you just ask her instead of acting like the perfect boyfriend material that you are?” Tim stated, in his usual snarky tone, noticing Dave basically rummaging through Dana’s more personal stuff.

“Just… let me do my thing ok?” he was serious again, trying to find something that could be clue, deep down knowing that all of that was quite non-sense and even ridiculous, but his stubbornness was showing.   “Wait…”

Something drew his attention. A red (therefore important, according to Dana’s code) sticky note on the nightstand. Something was written on it.

“Oh… I guess I was right…” Dave whispered, eyes glued on the note.

“Something about her job?”  

But Tim didn’t get an answer, as they heard someone coming from downstairs. They probably were so focused on their mission that didn’t even notice how someone got inside the house minutes after them. They went silent and tried to listen to the person’s footsteps.

“Yeah. I’ll keep you posted.”

They heard a muffled female voice getting closer, probably talking on her phone. A voice that was very familiar.

“Fuck! It’s Dana!” Dave whispered.

The two looked around, looking for a quick solution or a place to hide, blatantly ignoring the window they used to get inside in the first place.

“The closet!” Dave said.

Without even questioning whether this was a good idea or not, the duo sneaked inside Dana’s closet and closed themselves inside just as the girl came into her room, still talking on the phone about something.

Tim and Dave managed to mess things up however, as they ended up in a very small section of that apparently big, spacious closet, so they had to arrange themselves in a weird position. Dave was standing up, towering over Tim, who found himself sitting on the floor instead, right behind his friend… with his face perfectly aligned with his loose jeans butt. As his eyes got adjusted to the dark, Tim started to distinguish the seams and texture’s on Dave’s jeans ass, and the tiny red Levi tag on the right back pocket. He couldn’t help but take a look, which he felt really unnecessary, given the context.

“So… this is where you lived for most of your life…” Dave joked, looking around, as if the closet was some kind of fancy mansion.

“Haha! Another gay joke! Great timing, Dave!” Tim muttered instead. The last thing they had to do was talk.

The two waited for a couple of minutes, hoping that Dana would just leave again or even just go downstairs, so they’d have enough time to get out of there in the hopes that Dave didn’t leave any clue of his presence.

“As long a we remain silent…” Tim whispered.   “We have nothing to worry about.”

Only moments after saying that, he felt a very familiar sound greeting his face. It was a long, rumbling sound coming from Dave’s denim ass. It was one of his usual, well-known loud farts, a fart that he was desperately trying to keep as silent as possible. Luckily, Dana was too busy with her phone to even notice the weird noise coming from inside of her closet.

“Dave! What the fuck?!” Tim hissed.

The gassy friend tried not to laugh, realizing how idiotic the whole situation was.   “I’m sorry dude.” he murmured.   “You know what happens when I’m nervous!”  

The smell was unbearable already. Being in a such small space didn’t certainly help. Those were probably some of the smelliest farts Dave ever managed to rip in Tim’s face, although this time was, against all odds, more like an accident.

“Tim…” Dave whispered, carefully placing his butt closer to his friend’s face.

Another fart erupted, sounding dangerously louder than the previous one. The rough surface of Dave’s denim gently caressed Tim’s nose. The blast of gas then turned into something much more subtle, but still otherwise bubbly. Tim felt his nose burn, as really he had no choice but to breath all of that in.

“Dave I swear. If you don’t stop, Dana’s gonna–”

But another   “slow-paced” rumbly fart cut him off. Dave was seriously trying to contain his well-known farting abilities. Tim, instead, was trying to remain calm, feeling like the Universe was somehow messing with him. That was an insane situation: he certainly wasn’t new to Dave’s farts, but in that context, it felt almost like one of his weird dreams about his fart fetish.

“Tim I’m sorry, at least I know you don’t mind… I hope”

Funnily enough, despite the slightly amused tone in his whispering voice, Dave sounded genuinely sorry. Yet he was right: Tim was insanely enjoying it, but knowing that Dana was out there made the whole thing almost surreal. And, once again, as much as Dave always proved so chill about this stuff, he couldn’t help but feel somehow awkward about having his friend face-farting him so non-chalantly.

And yet another   “ninja” fart was ripped all over his face.   Being nervous really turned Dave’s stomach into a messy cloud of gas, and Tim’s nose was there to vacuum it all up, completely defenseless, standing before the sheer power of the gassy friend’s powerful denim-covered anus.

Even though the situation was absurd, Dave couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. After all, the smell hit him too, and it was getting insane even for the farter himself, whose gas just didn’t stop building up.

“Sorry bro… I have to do this.” he whispered.

Tim felt Dave’s hands gently grabbing the back of his head, holding it still, as he pulled him in the clutches of his denim butt. The warm fabric of the jeans was soaking in that unbearable smell. The sniffer then felt the weight of his gassy friend almost crushing his skull. Despite being dark, Tim realized that Dave was basically sitting on him, using his head as some kind of human stool.

The fart was directly ripped in Tim’s mouth at that point, that rumbly sound once again renewing the already destructive stench. It was supposed to be loud, so loud, that Dave had to basically use his friend’s face to deadpan its impressive thunderous noise. The gassy bro was trying to rip it in the form of a long series, hoping that Dana would fail to hear (or even recognize) his well-known gross, but rather impressive talent.

Tim heard his friend’s sighs of relief after each, rumbling fart, but Dave was also trying not to burst into a laughter that could blow their cover. Fart fetish or not, he couldn’t help but to find it more hilarious than gross.

As much as the lack of space in that closet wouldn’t really allow it, Dave even lifted his right leg a bit, while still   “sitting” on his stool-friend, as a way to facilitate the impressive amount of gas gushing out from his anus. It’s not like he had to worry about Tim passing out or finding it too gross, anyway.

That fart itself was lasting longer than both of them anticipated. They lost count of how much time passed, probably a full minute. Tim’s face was warm and sweaty now, still trapped in the clutches of his gassy bro’s denim butt, directly living in person that thin line between Fart Heaven and Fart Hell.

A final sigh of relief, followed by a louder toot and a chuckle.   “Sorry, bud.” Dave muttered, hoping that his plan worked.

Indeed, Dana didn’t hear a thing. She hung up and left the room, her footsteps slowly turning into a far, muffled sound, until silence announced that the duo was now free to get the heck out of there, especially considering how they were almost both choking on farts.

Tim forgot what fresh, non-fart air felt like in his nostrils and so took a deep, refreshing breath the moment he stepped out of that gas closet. Ironically, Dave did the same, maybe even wondering how would Tim even endure something as overwhelming as his farts, but he didn’t really mind anyway. Despite everything, that was oddly hilarious, as the two stared at each other and then bursted into a laughter.

“Now let’s get out of here…” the farter suggested.

But before the two could even walk towards the window, Dana showed up again in her own room. She didn’t even startle.

“What are you two doing here?” she asked, sounding more like an inquisitive mom than an angry girlfriend. She was fairly mature, after all. “I don’t know what you Dumb and Dumber are up to, but I swear if you–”

“I heard the news, Dana. We were just outside your window…” Dave explained, slightly tweaking the truth. “We wanted to play a stupid scary prank but then I heard it, while you were on the phone you know…”

Dana shook her head and laughed a bit. She hugged her boyfriend and kissed him.

“Yes! I got the job!” she giggled. “Sorry I’ve been so cold lately. The job interview made me so nervous…”

“It’s fine, Dana. You’ve always been stone-cold anyway!” Dave joked, earning a playful slap on his chest by his girlfriend.

“Yes, that’s a very import–wait what’s that smell?” the girl asked, sniffling loudly the air around him.

Tim’s heart almost stopped while Dave did his best to not just laugh like an immature prankster. His hair, clothes, skin, were completely “soaked” in his gassy bro’s gas, so naturally he’d himself smell like flatulence.

“Never mind. It must be you, Dave. He farts like crazy when he’s nervous, Tim, I swear.” she said, disgusted but slightly amused as well.

“Ow… it’s part of my charm, babe.” Dave replied, using what he would have considered an irresistible flirty tone of voice, which was super awkward instead.

“And yeah. Tim’s very aware of my skills, right?” he joked, winking at him, like the big teasing bastard he’s always been since he found out about his fart kink.

Tim just shrugged, faking a disgusted look, his heart racing fast, knowing that all he had to do after that was take the biggest shower in the hope that such unbearable stench didn’t fuse with the atoms in his body.

“Well, it’s gonna be a wild ride!” Dana exulted, happy about her new job offer.

“How about a round of beers to celebrate?” Tim suggested. “It’s on me, no worries.”

“Great idea, but I’m paying. I got the job, you dumb-dumbs get to drink!” Dana replied. She was in a very good mood.

“It’s fine, Dana! It’s the least we can do after-“ but Dave interrupted him.

“Come on Tim, stop living in outdated gender roles and let the pretty girl buy you a drink.” he said, faking a serious tone.

The girlfriend simply rolled her eyes and left the room “Just… meet me downstairs when you’re done saving the world, ok?”

As Dana was nowhere in sight, Dave simply turned to Tim and let another huge, long one rip.

“Shhh. Just tying up some loose ends here.” he said, shushing the gay friend, blasting what was left of his gas out.

“Are you finish-“ “Not yet” he simply said, as if he was making sure no particle of gas was left behind.

With one high pitched final note that was met with some immature laughter, Dave sighed in relief.

“With that said” he chuckled “You might want to take a shower.”

Tim simply nodded with an unamused expression.

“Oh, and you might want to leave the other closet you’ve been hiding.”

That was out of nowhere.

“No pressure bro, just know that we’re all always more than happy to have a beer with you.”

“Thanks Da-“

“Despite your bigoted views on gender roles of course.”

“I’m going to punch you now.”

The duo then headed downstairs and no one got punched luckily.

Tim thought about his friend’s words and how it was probably time to leave that metaphorical stuffy closet soon or later, not that he felt forced or anything.

Dana’s closet, however, that’s probably the only one he enjoyed being trapped into…

End of Episode 9