#i aint got no explanation for this

[forlorn-crows]

@kkaisarion: #it's like they're kissing across someone's cock i mean mic i mean cock i mean m–

how do we feel about sliding copia's cock right in between there?

𝒐𝒔𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒖𝒎 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒎

explicit. 589 words.

⛧

EDIT: @jimothybarnes commissioned @foxybouquet for a companion piece to this and i--

Read on AO3 here!

Know you’re stressed. Us too. 

Let us take the edge off. 

And that’s how Copia eventually found himself thrust between the lips of his two guitarists; biting into his knuckles to stifle the unbecoming sounds falling from his lips, a haze of weed smoke pleasantly clouding his anxious mind, and sunk deep into a plush (miraculous for a hotel) armchair that the two ghouls unceremoniously plopped him into after they started pawing at him over his clothes. 

What a sight they are together. Poised just like they are sometimes onstage, leaning in close for backup vocals, but instead of a microphone, their lips close the distance to kiss across his cock, messily making out along the shaft. It’s sloppy, full of saliva and tongue. Full of sidelong glances through droopy eyes, lazy smirks shared between the two that make his balls twitch. 

Dew kneads at his thigh. “Could fuck you, if you wanted.” The suggestion sends a zing of dizzy pleasure up Copia’s spine, and he almost draws blood from his fist. The fire ghoul noses into the close cropped hair at the base of his cock, looking up at him with a siren stare of molten copper. Alluring. Striking confidence despite the warmth on his face from the weed. Copia’s also struck with the amusing image of a wide-eyed cat stalking its prey. 

“Or,” Aether pipes up, moving to kiss the slender head of his cock. His hand sneaks out to Dew’s ass, wrapping around the base of his tail and tugging. Copia watches his eyes roll back as he moans into his groin, arching into the quint ghoul’s touch. “Could give you a little show.” He pets down the length of Dew’s ashen hair, pulls at the ends. “If you wanted.” 

“Hah–shit,” he gasps, nearly bucking into the warmth of Aether’s mouth. Dew slides his lips down to his balls, and he has to hide his face in his hands lest he cum just from the sight of him sucking them in. 

“Let us see,” he whines in protest, reaching up to tug weakly at Copia’s elbow. 

Aether hums in agreement. “Don’t hide, Papa.”

He wheezes out a laugh, delirious and wholly out of his mind. “You two will be the fucking death of me,” he groans. 

“Gonna cum like this, huh?”

“Cazzo, ti prego,” he groans. 

“Think that means yes, please, Aether, shove my cock down your throat so I can cum in it,” Dew mumbles into the seam of his balls. Bastard of a ghoul. Copia silently curses his brother posthumously for always picking the pretty, silver-tongued ones. 

“Always so mean to your Papa–ah!” He can’t finish his chiding, because Aether, indeed, swallows down most of his cock in one go, his nose just brushing against Dew’s where they meet at the base. The smaller ghoul trills and rubs the tips of them together, fluttering his lashes up at the anti-pope. All at once he feels like a mouse trapped in a corner by two fanged beasts ready to pounce. Already easy to feel that way with his ghouls in a half-glamoured state, but the way they look at him at this moment makes his stomach burn too deliciously. 

Aether starts to suck, hollowing out his cheeks to take him base to tip, over and over. Snaking his hand into Dew’s hair to press him right into Copia’s taint.

“C’mon, Papa, we’ve got you,” Aether slurs around his tip. Dew moans his agreement, vibrations from his voice causing his thighs to jump. “Just let go.”

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[fanficlerontheroof]

[zexonyte]

yeah i made him a fish lookin thang whatcha gonna do about it

[simpjaes]

in the smallest voice possible, i must admit.....i fear i will lose many readers after this fic.

[kennabeth]

it only lasted like 5 pages but I really prefer dustfinger's scars being disfiguring rather than "drawn on with a pencil"

[cacaitos]

i have gotten enough purple prose of the movement and feel and touch and the Aerodynamics Of The Uniform Skirt from manga for a life time and you guys havent even acknowleged outloud what color the gakuran half of your guys use is.

[femme-enby]

Oh yeah and my grandma guessed I’m on testosterone and then was like “you’re still my grandbaby and I love you… so you really just need the dermatologist.”

[two-white-butterflies]

archer | c16

Description: "All of my enemies started out friends, help me hold unto you." After a series of instagram posts - your ex-friend fabricates screenshots that almost end your career.

Author's Note: Inspired after listening to reputation.

natacha_ziguerra added to their story!

caption: y/n nation, this yo girl?

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ultraviolencekanada: CHAT, IS THIS REAL?

DARKLINGHOMIE23: She is messy

yourusername16: i never typed this thing before, tacha wtf ⁉️

yourusername16: ur broke ass got nothing to eat anymore? 💀

natacha_ziguerra: Ya'll may have seen my story and I just wanna let ya'll know that this girl has done so much worse... all the deets are in my patreon ... ya'll help a girl out. (Prices start at $5 Dollars.)

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yourusername16: what is this broke-ass behavior? boo i can pay for you and ur patreon, this isn't sum wattpad social media au bs.

yourusername16: trust, i will be in contact with my lawyers. - natacha_ziguerra: BABE you've been talking shit about so MANY popstars, Ari, Sza, Lehlani, Lana... you can call your lawyers but this aint slander because I'm telling the truth. ❤️ - yourusername16: @natacha_ziguerra 💀

yourusername16: your nemesis will defeat themselves before you get the chance to swing. now he's passing by, rare as the glimmer of a comet in the sky. camera credits to my baby: @Charles_Leclerc16

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ohnoloveme3: YN IS OVER PARTY

righthere99: YN IS OVER 🐍

Charles_Leclerc16: I'm proud of you for being strong ❤️

danielricciardo: You are one of the strongest women that I know. - heidiberger: 💗 stay strong yn!

kellypiquet: True power comes from the truth. You can do this! ✨

Charles_Leclerc16: I will always support, love and respect you. ✨

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maxverstappen1: ❤️

charlottehope8: Never believe posts that are evidently edited. Some people will use you for clout 💯

pierreGASLY: 💪🏽💗

yourusername16: Likewise, Mr. Leclerc

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TRENDING TOPICS ON TWITTER.

Y/NISOVERPARTY

YNSNEK

YNSNAKE

YN AND CHARLES

NATACHA ZIGUERRA PATREON

YNnation: Y/N has deactivated all of her social media account following the backlash. #YN #CHARLESLECLERC

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boodoyathang7: Imma keep streaming her songs idgaf

honeymoon: It saddens me that people in this modern age still believe in random BS from social media. Y/N is a close friend of mine, and she's never spoken about our peers in the disgusting way that her ex-friend illustrated. Furthermore, her ex-friend hid the evidence behind pay wall...and that says everything.

honeymoon: I will patiently wait until she returns to social media, but you heard it from me. These accusations are NOT real! And everyone who believed them should be ashamed of themselves. - lanadelcake3: SLAY QUEEN

(ONE YEAR LATER)

yourusername16: there will be no explanation, there will just be reputation. 🐍

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kellypiquet: I hit you like bang 💥

danielricciardo: I listened to it first 🙏🏻 - Charles_Leclerc16: 1/50 🤣

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yourusername16 with Charles_Leclerc16: This album will have zero promotion - only vibes. My single Queen of Disaster ft. Lana Del Rey will be out tonight - I'll show you more at midnight. ⏰💗💞

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kellypiquet: My favorite lyrics are: I'll be spinning like a ballerina 🩰 feeling gangster every time I see you. You're the King and baby I'm the Queen of Disaster. 💞

honeymoon: THIS WAS AMAZING!

taylorswift: 🥲 that's my baby

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Charles_Leclerc16: I'm proud of who you were, who you are, and who you will be. ❤️

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daeneryslove: This is real love

bello3chiao: FUCK ROMEO AND JULIET, I WANT WHAT THESE TWO BITCHES HAVE

spitme93: He's supported her throughout everything

honeymoon added to their story!

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yourusername16: aww thank you for the pic, lana 💗

TRENDING TOPICS ON TWITTER.

Y/N and Lana

Queen of Disaster

Reputation

Natacha Ziguerra Patreon

Y/N LECLERC

Y/N L/N TALKS ABOUT CANCEL CULTURE AND CYBERBULLYING.

Y/N L/N: I remember waking up - completely clueless as to why my phone was blowing up and apparently an ex-friend of mine decided to forge screenshots of me saying nasty things. And that opened up a realm of so much bullying.

Y/N L/N: I didn't love myself, I had a pretty low self esteem. While, the things that she shared weren't true - I thought that the critiques about my looks, my personality and my voice had some truth. When you don't love yourself, it's pretty easy to see your flaws.

Y/N L/N: My boyfriend, actually recommended that I take a social media break just to tune everything out. And that proved to be successful. I left the public eye for a year. I wasn't physically seen for more than a year and i't's been a wonderful journey of healing.

yourusername16: maybe reputation was the friends we made along the way...?

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Charles_Leclerc16: The Power of Friendship 👊🏼

charlottehope8: I love this picture

kellypiquet: We should be on the album cover. @maxverstappen1 @charlottehope8 - charlottehope8: Ditto 🤣

Charles_Leclerc16: My baby's fit like a daydream ☀️

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yourusername16: Walking with his head down, I'm the one he's walking tooo....

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[kuromiiy]

two is better than one

.pairing. foxhybrid!wooyoung x reader x cathybrid!san

.warnings. smut, fingering, pussy eating, blowjob, breeding, spanking, toys, threesome, humping, cum

.synopsis. your life with your two loves.

.tags. smut, fluff, hybrids, polyamory

first of all, both of them acquire your unwavering attention

if they don’t, they’ll form an alliance (like always) and act like they’re dying from heavy neglect

always so dramatic i swear

especially woo, both in fox or hybrid form he’ll lie on his back, paws up and all, acting like he got shot and acts as if he’s dead

the first time he did this you almost had a heart stroke

sannie will pout and get all teary eyed at you

it always works and he knows that very well

anyways, they have soooo much love to give so they need the love they give back

only makes sense to them

they will follow you anywhere, back then when you adopted them it was cute but now…

even when you need to use the bathroom, one will sit on the sink and the other will lean on the door

chatting as if it’s completely normal

hate when you leave without them!!

but hate it even more when you take one of them and the other has to stay at home, the jealousy is real

like, one time you had to take san to the vet and you figured it would be better if woo would stay at home

woo didn’t understand that tho so he accused you, that you rather go out with sannie than him

as if you never go out with him smh so you took him with you

end of story, the vet suggested to take a look at woo too and best believe he never utters a word anymore when he has to stay at home lmao

so back to jealousy

normally both of them aint jealous at all, they always share and willingly too but sometimes

sometimes they (read san) get jealous over the smallest shit

wooyoung got a new toy cause he destroyed his fave one? sans jealous af he wants a new toy too! not fair

but you always try to treat both the same, get them the same stuff etc so it doesn’t really happen often

san and woo love to shift and play

they will chase each other around the whole house and play hide and seek

so adorable to watch, except they really don’t give a damn about their surroundings

it took you 5 new vases to finally set some ground rules

woo builds nests with your clothes and blankies and its so cute to see him roll around in them

and at the beginning he let no one in, not even san, who would beg on his knees

so the day he grabbed you both and dragged you into his precious nest was so overwhelming

you cried a little tbh

since then you also love to lie in there and chill

you might not know but it makes woo so happy to see you in his nest voluntarily he could move trees

cuddling is a must. everyday, same time, for 1:30h

if out of whatever reason its not doable they will sulk and whine about it for WEEKS

will scent you every 30mins too its just necessary. yeah, thats the whole explanation

but you love the feeling for them curling in your arms, faces in your neck and the purrs

THE PURRS

sannie purrs very very steady and loud

sometimes he starts just from looking at you

he loves you that much!!

woo also purrs but its more subtle but its there

so whenever y’all lie together there will be purrs for days

woo also squeaks when hes happy or excited

both are pretty possessive

so when you have people over, they’ll both try and sit on your lap and kiss and scent your neck like crazy

your friends told you it looks really funny

as mentioned they’ll go against you often so expect to be hugged by woo so tight you can’t move, while sannie literally attacks you with smooches and kisses

apropos kisses

they’ll line up to get their goodbye kisses, hello kisses, good night and good morning kisses

they take this very serious

mature content

very very high sex drive

both of them

everyday when you wake up, you feel something hard against your ass

sometimes they’ll wake you up with humping against you

morning sex basically isn’t negotiable as they need relief to start the day in a good mood

you love to suck their cocks buttt

your pleasure is the most important thing especially for san

will never cum before you and wooyoung

good luck getting him to move from between your legs

very very good at eating pussy and he’s so enthusiastic about it too

will purr because you taste so good

he always doms too, no matter for who

he likes to get his rim eaten but would actually hiss if someone would try to put a finger in there

he cums a lot, like A LOT

to the point where the whole bed is straight up wet

thick cum too and he loves to cum on your and woo’s face

he’s so sexy while cumming too, groans loudly and pants like a dog (don’t let him hear that)

always includes woo too, for example

he’s fucking you into the mattress, his left hand draws steady circles on your clit and his right hand fingers wooyoung open

will mark you two but only sometimes cause he’s too busy yk?

loves to praise you and woo

“god, aren’t you my good girl?”

“fuck woo, such a sweet hole, all mine”

“i love you both so much, fuck, gonna stuff you full. both nice and bred”

wooyoung on the other hand is very subby, a bratty sub but never too extreme

loves to get fucked by the both of you

will literally cum at the sight of your sweet cunt hovering over his cock and sannies huge dick on his entrance

he’s extremely loud in bed, always whines and moans, if you’re hitting his sweet spot he’ll straight up scream your name

loves to use toys and get spanked on his juicy ass

he’s pretty possessive of both of you so he marks you up to the point it hurts when breathing

will bite a lot and hard

you and san always end up looking like an wild animal attack you

such a huge tease, will present and shake his ass to get what he wants

so basically whenever you come back from who knows where, you’re greeted with panting, moaning and skin slapping

he’s got a filthy mouth

“aaahg sannie! fuck me harder, love your huge cock”

“i wanna have your kittens so bad”

“please, yn, faster! wanna cum in my pussy so bad”

longest yall fucked were almost 2:30h

you and woo passed out and san literally couldn’t get hard for 2 days lmao

you and woo love to dress up to surprise sannie

like you wore a sexy red lace set and woo wore a slutty bralette with a waay too short skirt with knee highs

san almost collapsed but made sure both of you couldn’t walk straight anymore

[frank1nsaint]

Franklin Part 3

Warnings: Use of curse words and N-word

“Why you been dodging me?” Franklin asks you as soon as you open the door to your house 

You step out “I have no idea what you’re talking about” 

“Oh so those pages and calls to your phone?” he points towards the inside of your house “They didn't happen?” 

You shrug “I don't know maybe you dialed the wrong number” you had no plan to explain to him why you hoped he would just take the hint and let you be, it had been 3 weeks since your first date

He throws his hands up “Come on Y/N what happened? We were just good not too long ago I was gonna take you on another date’n shit” 

“I don’t think we would be good for each other Franklin” 

“Why you say that? we just talked about you not sabotaging” he points between both of you “this” 

“Im not” 

He leans in “You are” he argues 

“Franklin we aren’t good for each other just accept that” you state matter of factly before you turn to go in

He grabs your arm gently “Nah you owe me an explanation” 

“I don’t!” you answer defiantly snatching your arm away

“Yes the fuck you do. I’m puttin’ my best foot forward and you fuckin’ it up on purpose cuz of what? you fucking scared of the shit I do? Aint nobody gon touch you Y/N they dont touch Wanda  and her dope head ass what make you think they gon fuck withchu?”

You sigh “Franklin” 

“Nah fuck that Y/N” 

“You really wanna know?”

He nods “Yes I do, enlighten me” 

You pause “I can’t trust you Franklin”  

His face holds a confused look “What are you even...?” 

“After our date, some of your henchmen came up to me. Guess what they said to me?”

Franklin held his breath he feels his heart beat start to increase. You start to mock the mannerisms and voice of the men “shit I heard you and my boy Saint had a date last night” He shrugs “So i told them we went on a date big deal”  praying that's where the story ends 

You continue “Men I lost my $200 and my boy came up on a smooth couple grand” you pause and look at him “ha-ha my man Saint he a G tho” you return to a normal voice “then he proceeds to tell me that there was a bet between you and your fucking crew, you got two grand if i actually went on a date with you?” you scoff “if you were that hard up for money Saint all you had to do was ask I could have given you that and we wouldn’t be having this conversation” 

“Y/N let me explain” this was not as it seemed 

“Not even 24 hours passed after our date and I’m hearing you went rounding up your niggas so they could pay you!" you paused "And OH! if I fucked you it would have been an additional $3000”  you say sarcastically

“Y/N” he calls

You start mocking another guy “My girl Y/N, my sunshiiinneee yo yo yo shit if i had known all i had to do was ask you all proper and shit you would be my girl now. May I take you to dinner Y/N, miss congeniality” you tilt your head “they said you looked pretty in that green dress last night wish it was me instead of that nigga!” 

“Who approached you?” he asked with a deep scowl on his face.  

“I’ll give you that Saint. You played me good. You played a good game” you begin to walk away 

“Hold up, hold up, hold up,  who came up to you?” He asked again You return his mug “I’m not telling you Franklin! It doesn’t matter anyway you up 1 grand right?” 

“Y/N listen I will explain later but who told you that? They are a liability to my shit!” 

You shrug “what that got to do with me?” 

“Tell me their fuckin’ names Y/N!” he demands

You sigh “you betted on me” 

“Y/N” 

In a soft tone you say “$2000 for the date, additional $3000 if we fucked, had people follow us, Big Saint, The Man, The Myth, The Legend show you lil niggas how its done” you pause “right?...... Saint?” 

He looks up and runs his hand down his face feeling like his heart was going to explode word for word you quote what he had that night (“show you lil niggas how its done”) “Y/N please just tell me who told you that and I will explain everything” he begs 

“If you wanted the money all you had to do was ask Franklin” 

“Y/N, I don’t care about the money” “But you still made sure to collect, right?” you pause “Then you got the nerve to get annoyed at the fact that I was sabotaging the date!”  you scoff in disbelief and begin to walk into your house 

Franklin grabs your arm “Y/N listen!”

“Don’t Franklin!”  you warn removing yourself from his grip 

He blocks the door with his body “Y/N This aint a fucking game who approached you?! I need to know!” 

You shook your head, you look him in the eye “I’m not gonna tell you Saint” 

He tilted his head and pauses with an offended tone he says “Don’t call me that, I'm not Saint to you it’s either Franklin or any other fucking thing else but I’m not Saint to you!” 

You go to say something else but decide not “Fucking Asshole!” you mutter looking down at your sweater pulling small knots that had formed

He released a deep sigh “Fine I’ll take that but you need to tell me who approached you.” he moves his head trying to get you to look up at him. You remain silent. “Tell me Y/N” 

You shake your head “I’m not gonna tell you Franklin”

“WHY?!” he pauses to gather himself “You know how serious this shit is?” “SO YOU CAN GO KILL THEM?!” “OH MY GOD AINT NOBODY THINKIN’ ABOUT KILLING THEM NIGGAS!” he looks around  and moves closer to you  “keep your fucking voice down!” he whispers harshly You scoff “It’s all good Saint” Almost immediately he sizes you up and with gritted teeth he says “What the fuck did I just say?”  

You feel shiver run down, it shocked you so much that you instinctively jump move away slightly, but you hold your ground still glaring at him before you step away and snicker and nod a few of times with tears in your eyes 

With instant regrets he breaks his stance and takes a step back to show that his anger isn't’ aimed at you. “Just tell me” he says in a significantly softer tone 

“I’m not gonna tell you Franklin, I don’t want their deaths on me because you decided to be an asshole all over $5000?” 

He steps towards “Y/N please”

You step away with your hand up “It’s all good Franklin, I hope you put that $1000 to good use” a tear drops from your eyes “Y/N” “No hard feelings really Franklin, but you know this can’t work ever, doesn’t matter your explanation.” another tear from your right eye begins to roll down “wish you the best in your business stay safe out there” 

“Y/N! No no no no please please please!” he begs gently grabbing your hand trying to stop you but also making sure to not scare you away 

You pull your hand away “Goodnight Franklin” you speak before closing the door. 

He looks at the door for a moment before turning and walking away towards his car. He turns on the car and begins to drive away “FFFUUUCCCKKKK!” he screams feeling the rage course through him as he speeds on the freeway

Franklin walks in and slams the door causing Jerome to jump up from his seat gun drawn “MOTHAFUCKA I ALMOST SHOT YOU WHAT THE HELL WRONG WITCHU?!” 

They hear footsteps before Louie is stand ny the door “JEROME? WHO THE FUCK IS THAT? FRANKLIN!?” she comments frantically looking around for the threat “Not now” he grits out

“NIGGA WHO YOU THINK YOU TALKIN’ TO?!  WALKIN’ UP IN MY HOUSE SLAMMIN’ MY SHIT. I'll FUCK YOU UP!” Jerome bellows 

The phone rings and Franklin picks up “Hello?! meet me at Jerome house, now nigga, YES NOW! Bring Sean witchu!”

“WHAT THE HELL GOING ON FRANKLIN WHAT HAPPENED?” Louie asks “THEM LITTLE MOTHAFUCKAS DONE WENT AND TOLD Y/N ABOUT THE BET!” “WHAT? WHAT BET?” Louie asks

Jerome looks at Franklin like he has three heads “NIGGA WHAT??? YOU MAD OVER THAT STUPID ASS BET?” Franklin took major offence to Jeromes accusations, tilting his head to the side “You laughing but if I can't trust them to not tell a bitch about a stupid ass bet I can’t trust them in my shit!! They gone blow up our spot and fuck up our shit.” he points to his head  “You not thinking Unc” Jerome paused and realised the gravity of the situation 

“What is this bet? And what it got to do with that lil girl?” Louie asked as she looked between the two 

Jerome gently waved her away “I’ll explain it to you later baby just let us be” 

Louie scoffed “Shit mothafucka walkin’ in here slamming doors”

“Louie” Franklin commented 

“Nigga fuck you!”  

Franklin squared up Louie “AYE! AYE! AYE! WE DON'T NEED ALL THAT NOW!” 

Franklin huffed and turned to continue his pace 

In 10 minutes Leon and Sean arrived

“Nigga what happened” Leon asked gun already out 

“We got some rat ass mothafuckas in our crew look how they got Franklin!”  Jerome pokes fun at him “Nigga pacing around and shit over a bitch!” he jokes 

“UNC!”  Franklin warns

“What... happened?” Sean asked confused 

“Y/N told me that niggas from our crew approached her telling her about the bet”

“Soooo...” Leon looked at Franklin confused 

“So?” Franklin returned the expression “You niggas not thinking?” he paused “I GOTTA DO ALL THE THINKIN’ AROUND HERE??!!” 

“We don’t” Sean speaks trying to rationalise their confusion 

“If they running to tell her about a bet, a bet made between everyone in that room, what makes you think they not blowing up our spot?”

The men looked between each other the reality finally setting in for everyone that they could be completely exposed for anything at any moment. 

“Our competitors, our opps, our product,  our recipe, our schedule, our plug, our money, our peoples” Franklin states 

“We got it Nephew” Jerome comments wanting him to not continue hating the feeling of being vulnerable 

Franklin chuckled and looked around at them and in a whisper he sneers “and you niggas think I’m mad over a bitch when I got some snake ass mothafuckas in my crew??!! I GOT BIGGER PROBLEMS NIGGA!!” “My bad” Sean says throwing his hands up 

“FFFUUUCK! Round all them niggas up now” 

Leon puts his hand up “Now hold on its 2am we ain't bout to be meeting without cops spotting us”

“SHIT!”

“Look lets come up with a solution to figure out who them niggas are we start rounding people up they might start snitching even more” Leon strategizes 

Franklin nodded in agreeance “We gonna act like shit aint happen and take them niggas out one by one!” 

Jerome nods “Yea I like that plan!” 

Franklin sighs and sits down releasing the tension in his body

“We got a plan nephew unless you got something better?”

“No I don't.” 

Its silent for awhile with the 3 men (Jerome, Sean, Leon) talking to each other catching up on what they heard or whats going with their product

“Nigga what wrong withchu we have a solution” 

Franklin waves him off “Not now Unc,I’m trying to figure out how to fix this shit with Y/N” 

“Oh shit,” Leon comments forgetting that you were involved 

“Yea nigga, Y/N! they told Y/N!” 

“HA-HA you losing your mind over this girl boy! Now you know niggas talk worse than bitches sometimes. Gossipping mothafuckas”

“NOT NOW UNC” Leon shrugs “just go get another bitch, she aint the only fine girl that we know”

Franklin shot him an incredulous look “I don't want another bitch Leon I want that one!” 

“She not special her stuck up ass I bet if you called Tasha now she’ll literally hop the fuck out her bed and come fuck you” Leon wasn’t really a big fan of you, he thought that you acted too good

“I dont want Tasha, I want Y/N and that thing was a fucking mistake i told you that” “Hell no don’t call that crazy girl up here! Her bat shit ass bout got herself killed trying to sneak in my damn house talking about she just wanna see Frankie”  Louie comments 

Jerome chortles “BOY YOU HAD THAT GIRL GOING CRAZY BOUT LOST HER FUCKIN’ MIND. DICK HAD HER STUCK NEPHEW!!” he blares out a laugh 

Leon, Sean, and Louie join in on the laugh

Franklin ran his hands down his face “We gotta find them or this shit is not gonna last. If they can go run and tell Y/N what else are they doing? Product been going missing lets start there whoever them mothafuckas are they fuckin’ dead!” he grumbled. 

Authors Note: Feedback is much appreciated. Please reblog, comment, and like just don't plagiarize

[kittyadore]

I wait for you

—𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦!42 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱

—𝘴𝘢𝘥, 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨

—𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵; 3𝘬

—𝘢/𝘯; hi lovelies, i know i was supposed to post this like 2 days ago AND it wasnt supposed to be longer than 1,5k but i got a bit carried away.. also yall aint ready for this i promise i put my heart into this

You always hated waiting for your boyfriend. You absolutely despised it, every time you had to wait for Miles, because he had something 'important' ruin your plans. Not talking about him being a couple minutes late, but whole hours. This man got you waiting hours for him to come to your date, cause of his important shit.

In anticipation of the day, your heart brimmed with excitement for the long-awaited date you had planned with him. The nostalgia swept over you, knowing that today, you were destined to revisit the very restaurant where your first date happened, a place tinged with sentimental memories.

As you prepared for the evening, a soft melody escaped your lips, a reflection of the contentment that filled your heart. The sight of your boyfriend never failed to make your heart flutter, even though you two see each other on a daily basis. How could it be otherwise? In your eyes, he embodied perfection, a sentiment that filled you with gratitude for his presence in your life, day after day.

You got abruptly brought back to the reality as you heard the chime of a notification coming from your phone, the fleeting joy that had enveloped you dissipated as you reluctantly opened a text message from Miles, its contents shrouded in uncertainty.

[mi novio]: sorry ma, ill be abit late

[mi novio]: just a couple minutes dw, its something really important

[mi novio]: ill make it up to u

[you]: ur joking miles

With a mixture of frustration and resignation, you flung your phone onto the bed, releasing a heavy sigh that echoed through the room. It was a familiar scene, for his perpetual tardiness had become a predictable pattern. Yet, deep down, a glimmer of hope persisted, longing for a change this time.

Despite your longing to remain nestled in the comfort of your bed, the difficult struggle to secure a reservation at the coveted restaurant compelled you to get up to embark on your journey. Reluctantly, you grabbed your phone and tucked it into your purse. . A light mist of perfume adorned your being, a final touch of preparation. As you approached the front door, ready to step outside, you got stopped by your mother.

"Have fun sweetie! You going out with Miles?" Your mother's words echoed in the air as you gazed at her, a confused expression etched upon your face. Who else could you be going out with, considering your carefully chosen attire.

"Yeah mom, Miles." Under your breath, a mutter escaped your lips accompanied by an eye roll. You said goodbye to your mother and slowly made your way to your destiny. As you traversed the crowded streets of Brooklyn, you found solace in the sanctuary of your thoughts, determined to fend off mounting frustration aimed at Miles.

However, your patience had reached its breaking point. Despite your unwavering love for your boyfriend, you couldn't understand why was he always so late. His explanations of "it's important" or "it's my work" fell short, leaving you yearning for a deeper understanding that he seemed unwilling to provide, despite your heartfelt appeals. You couldn't help but wonder, could his reasons truly be so dire as to justify the constant disregard for your feelings?

Abruptly, a sharp masculine voice shattered the confines of your trance, jolting you back to reality. You strained to place the unfamiliar sound that pierced the air, it was definitely not Miles.

"Hey, hottie!" You visibly cringed at the words, walking away from the man. "Come on, talk to me."

"I have a boyfriend."You retorted firmly, refusing to stop. The stranger's advances failed to sway your resolve. "He doesn't have to know, really." He grabbed you by your shoulder, compelling you to meet his gaze, a physical imposition that demanded your attention.

"Fuck off." You firmly pushed him away in utter disgust, asserting your boundaries with unwavering strength. "No means no, and you better remember that." Accelerating your pace, a surge of urgency propelled you forward, fueled by a desperate need to escape any potential danger, trying to reach the destination as fast as possible.

Sitting yourself at the fancy reserved table, you took your phone out, but seeing no messages from your boyfriend made the faint smile fade off your face.

[you]: how long do u think it will take u

[you]: im waiting

As silence persisted from Miles, a heavy sigh escaped your lips, prompting you to seek solace in the realm of social media, curious about the lives of your friends. However, upon encountering a picture of your best friend and her girlfriend, accompanied by the "I love you" caption, a pang of unease twisted your stomach. Sure, you were glad she was happy, but the an insidious jealousy gnawed at your insides. In an attempt to stifle those feelings, you left a like on the image before returning to the conversation with Miles, desperately hoping that perhaps you had missed a message from him.

[you]: how long do u think it will take u

[you]: im waiting

seen

Seen. Three simple letters stared back at you, a stark departure from the norm. Miles had never once left you hanging, always quick to respond with a brief "can't talk rn" or "one sec." You tapped your nails on the table nervously, as a torrent of worrisome thoughts flooded your mind. Yet, among the anxiety, you desperately clung to self-reassurance, convincing yourself that he must be preoccupied with matters at hand, nothing more sinister or distressing.

[you]: miles?? everything okay?

[you]: im worried

Still nothing. . Concern mounted within you as minutes slipped by, morphing into an agonizing hour, with nothing but deafening silence emanating from your boyfriend. As the time was passing, it was finally time to leave the fancy place and make your way back home. Rising from your seat, a sense of hesitation clung to you like a shadow, your fingers lingering over the final check of phone notifications, before reluctantly leaving the building.

On your way back, you decided the best way to make all the bad thoughts go away is to grab a coffee. The very place where Miles had always whisked you away to after your dates, serving as a comforting refuge upon your return home, teemed with bustling crowds. Undeterred, you made the conscious choice to partake in your usual order, braving the crowd before embarking on the remaining walk homeward.

"Can I have the same as always, please?" you addressed the familiar cashier, whom you knew by name, as it was your turn to place an order. She received your request, responding with a gentle smile that graced her face. Completing the transaction, you exchanged payment for the awaited drink, patiently waiting for its preparation. With the warm cup now in your hands, you travelled the bustling streets of Brooklyn, a decision solidified within you to pay a visit to Miles' mother, consumed by growing concern for your beloved boyfriend.

Knocking on the door of the familiar place, you were greeted by Rio's radiant smile and tender embrace, a comforting presence amidst the storm of your emotions. Her perceptive eyes swiftly captured the worry etched upon your face, prompting an immediate shift on her face.

"Hey, what's the matter sweetheart? Did mi hijo do something again? I swear this boy is only trouble." she inquired, concern evident in her tone. She shook her head, almost as if she had already anticipated the nature of the problem. In response, a gentle laugh escaped your lips, a reassurance that the situation was not exactly as she presumed.

"Well, he simply didn't show up for our date. I mean he said he was going to be late, but it's been over an hour now and there's been no response to my texts," You explained, your voice tinged with worry. Anxiety flooded your thoughts once more, flooding you in a torrent of unsettling possibilities. "I'm really worried about him, this kind of thing never happens. I'm just scared something happened to him" You confided, seeking solace in the comforting embrace of Rio, not wanting to imagine a world without her son, your boyfriend.

Seated together on the couch, both you and Miles' mother found yourselves in a state of uncertainty, unaware of where the boy is. In an attempt to distract your troubled mind, she kindly offered you a slice of cake she had recently baked. As conversation flowed freely, spanning topics both trivial and profound, a sudden realization washed over you. In the warm embrace of this space, a sense of belonging enveloped your being, stirring a feeling that extended beyond mere comfort. Here, within these walls, you felt an unexplainable sense of safety, an assurance that surpassed any other place you had ever known.

The light-hearted conversation between you and the woman was abruptly interrupted by the distant ringing of her phone emanating from another room. She let out a small sigh, rising from the couch and making her way towards her bedroom to retrieve the device. While a wave of curiosity washed over you, it didn't feel appropriate to ask about the caller, knowing it wasn't your place to do so. Yet, deep within your heart, a glimmer of hope flickered— a silent wish that it would be Miles on the other end, assuring his mother of his well-being and providing an explanation for his absence.

A heavy breath escaped her lips as she returned from the other room, her trembling hands struggling to maintain a grip on the phone. Your attention instinctively turned towards her, and the expression on your face shifted abruptly as you took in the state she was in, a mixture of concern and apprehension washing over you.

"Is everything okay?" you asked, your voice trembling with fear and genuine concern, as she seemed to have heard something quite bad. "Is it.. Is it about him?" You questioned, your voice barely above a whisper, anxiety tightening its grip on your heart.

Her gaze fixated upon your face, a swift nod affirming the gravity of your concerns. "The hospital." she uttered with a sense of urgency, the weight of those two words lingering in the air. In a swift motion, she hastened towards the door, leaving you rooted in place, unable to move. The two words echoed through your mind, causing you to freeze in utter disbelief. The hospital? What happened? Questions swirled within, leaving you yearning for answers, your heart gripped by an unsettling sense of unease.

Not wanting to stay behind, and desperate for answers, you hurriedly trailed after her to the waiting car, realizing the urgency of reaching your destination as swiftly as possible. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on your heart, knowing that your boyfriend's life hung in the balance, yet unable to understand the extent of the danger. Unwilling to burden Miles' mother with probing questions, you refrained from seeking specifics. As daunting as it appeared to you, you couldn't help but acknowledge that the ordeal was undoubtedly even more distressing for her.

On your way to the hospital, an undeniable tension enveloped the car, willing to broach the unfolding situation. The weight of the unspoken words hung heavily in the air, intermittently interrupted by muted coughs and the rhythm of pounding hearts, mirroring the whirlwind of inexplicable questions that consumed your thoughts. Each glimpse of crimson traffic lights intensified the sense of urgency, causing both of you to lose your minds, as reaching your destination with maximum haste became the main objective in that critical moment.

Exiting the vehicle in haste, the two of you stumbled towards the entrance of the hospital, urgency propelling your every step. With a sense of determination, you swiftly reached the reception area, conveniently located near the entrance. You, your voice laced with concern, immediately inquired about the whereabouts of your boyfriend.

"I'm sorry sweetheart, but that's the information only the family can get." She spoke, looking up at me from her seat, as I tapped my fingers nervously on the table. Her words echoed in my mind as Miles' mom stood up "I'm his mother!"

"Alright, ma'am, I get it. But her?" she gestured towards me, her finger pointed in my direction. "I'm sorry, I don't make the rules." Hearing those words, I moved away to the side, hoping that the woman at the reception could provide any information to Miles' mother. She shook her head in disappointment, releasing a heavy sigh, and then guided the two of you towards the room where your boyfriend was laying. As you traversed the corridor, your breath grew heavier, permeating the air with anxiety, while the glimpse of other occupied rooms passed by in a blur.

As you finally reached the desired room, you found yourself standing before its closed door, grappling with mixed emotions. While a part of you yearned to lay eyes on your beloved boyfriend, another part hesitated, fearing the sight of him in a vulnerable state. Miles held an irreplaceable position in your heart, and the mere thought of witnessing him in pain inflicted a pang of distress within you.

As the woman entered the hospital room, requesting you to wait outside for when she's finished, you decided to settle into one of the unwieldy chairs that lined the sterile hallway.Grasping a fashion magazine, you attempted to distract your racing thoughts, seeking solace in its glossy pages. However, your mind couldn't help but be consumed by a constant stream of questions, each one a knot of concern, wondering about what happened to Miles.

The sound of the door creaking disrupted your focus, drawing your attention away from the tightly clutched magazine. In response, you swiftly rose from your seat, hope and anxiety intertwining in your gaze as you awaited the woman's response. A faint smile played upon her lips as she met your gaze, her voice barely above a whisper as she murmured, "He's fine… I think." Her hand gently settled upon your shoulder, urging you forward, and you obediently followed her lead, guided towards the room.

With deliberate steps and hushed breaths, you entered the room, treading softly to minimize any disruption that might disturb Miles. The sight before you stopped your movement, capturing your attention and evoking a mix of relief and concern. There he was, your beloved boyfriend, laying on the hospital bed, hurt by quite a dangerous situation.

His braided hair laid loosely on the sides of his peaceful face, his eyes closed, and his head slightly tilted to one side. Taking a seat on a small chair positioned by the hospital bed, you delicately intertwined your hand with his, craving his touch and connection. Despite yearning for his warmth, you exercised caution, not wanting to cause him any discomfort. Your thumb gently traced patterns on his hand, letting out a deep sigh of affection as you admired his face, finding solace in his presence even amidst the current circumstances.

His shaking voice disrupted your thoughts, drawing your attention away from your contemplation of his features. Startled, you realized he was awake, his eyes still closed as he spoke. "Hey, ma," he began, his words laced with regret. "I'm sorry I couldn't make it. I'm sorry I kept you waiting." His apology hung in the air, permeating the room with a mixture of vulnerability and guilt.

"Miles, what on earth are you talking about?" you responded, disbelief tinged with deep concern in your voice. Your gaze scanned his face, your eyes stuck on his. "Look at yourself; this is not the time nor place for apologies. I'm just glad that you're okay. You have absolutely nothing to apologize for. Your words carried a genuine reassurance, urging him to recognize the profound relief you felt at his safety, and your inability to comprehend why he would blame himself in such a moment.

"I wanted to see you, ma. I know I'm always late or cancel our plans, I wanted to change that. I knew how much it meant to you, believe me. I realized how late I was, and I hurried to be with you, mami. But then this happened." he explained, his voice loaded with a mix of regret and urgency, his grip on your hand tightening. As his breath grew deeper, a sense of concern washed over you. "Are you okay? Miles?" you asked, worry etched in your voice, your attentiveness catching the shift in his breathing pattern.

"I'm fine," he reassured, though his attempts to calm himself proved pointless. "It's nothing, really. They'll release me soon, and I'll be back home before you know it, I promise, ma." You looked at him, concern deep in your eyes, as he spoke. You gazed at him, your eyes filled with deep concern as he spoke. The worry for his well-being weighed heavily on your heart, knowing that the state he was in was far from one that would warrant his immediate release.

"Miles, you can't be released soon. Just look at yourself, you need time to heal and regain your strength. I promise, I'll visit you as often as I can, but your health comes first. You don't look well at all," you started, wanting to express your genuine concern for your boyfriend. However, your heartfelt words were abruptly stopped by a long, uninterrupted sound that pierced the air, causing you to gasp in fear. Your eyes darted towards the nearby device, and your heart sank as you noticed a significant change on its display.

The door swung open, revealing Miles' mother standing outside, her face etched with worry. In a sudden rush, a couple of doctors rushed past her and into the room where Miles layed. Your body felt frozen, still gripping his hand tightly as chaos unfolded around you. One of the medical workers gently guided you out of the room, his voice a hushed reassurance, "He'll be fine." The door closed, separating you from your boyfriend, and you crumbled against the wall, sinking to the ground. Tears welled up in your eyes, tracing a path down your cheeks as the weight of uncertainty and fear pressed upon your heart. Miles' mother tenderly joined you, enveloping you in her embrace, her soothing words offering solace to both of you in this harrowing moment.

The words of your boyfriend echoed through your mind, a fragile strand of hope clinging to your thoughts.

"I'll be back home before you know it, I promise, ma"

I wait for you.

[pinpurin]

sjiabsiws look what can be requested and I want to do something about the moral twins! Miles 42 has a girlfriend who is a reader who has been friends with the twins since they were little and Miles 1610 suspects that her brother has a girlfriend but he doesn't know who. I want to know how the family and twin 1610 would find out, to that add that they have been together for more than two years 💜🖤

I love the idea of 42!Miles hiding stuff from his family bc it sounds so much like him, for all the stories about the twins 42! miles will be addressed as milo, simply so things don't get confused and 1610!miles will still get called miles, now onto the story. Also they're juniors :))))

To say you were friends with the Morales twins was an understatement, you guys were unbelievably close, you were always with one or both of them, from the moment you guys were seen playing together by your parents in the playground when you were little to now.

Slowly but surely, you had gotten a lot little closer to milo, something about him being so mysterious had reeled you in, don't get it wrong you were still close with miles, milo just tended stay on your mind. I mean why wouldn't he be? he looked like he was sculpted by gods and blessed by Aphrodite.

As time grew miles started acting weird, he would cancel on your hangouts, abruptly leave during randoms times, wouldn't answer his phone and more. You had started to hate when he would do this without an explanation but at the same time you are thankful for it happening, because of him ditching you (and milo) you were able to get closer to the other brother, getting to know him on more than a friend level

he was always more reserved but with getting to know him more you were able to open up that hard exterior. With the hangout without his brother, he started to look at you in a different way. One day he had gave you a letter telling you to meet him at the rooftop of his apartment, when you got there laid Milo with flowers in his hand asking you to be his girlfriend.

That was two years ago.

you both had agreed to keep the relationship a secret until you decided you were ready to share the big news. "Mi vida?? are you listening??" Milo asked waving his hand in your face. "huh??" you gave him a questioning look. He rolled his eyes before smiling and pulling you closer to him. You had suddenly remembered where you were, the rooftop, where you and Milo go for privacy.

"I said.." he continued, grabbing your chin and making you face him. "Miles is catching onto us" he added. you pulled away from him "What?! How?" you questioned, He pulled down his hoodie showing you a kiss mark that you left on his neck, you pulled you hand to your mouth from shock. How could you be so careless?

"Why haven't you wiped it off?" you asked him quietly. "Because I like it ma, you could mark me more if you would like, sé que te gusta" he fixed his hoodie while smirking at you. "Shut up" you say smacking his chest, suddenly the door to the rooftop was open, you scoot a little bit farther from milo as you looked to see who was at the door. Miles. "Wassup yall" he said walking up to you both. "Hey man" you smile to yourself slightly relieved.

"Yo you wouldn't believe what i saw the other day, Milo had a big ass kiss mark on his neck, damn near looked like he was attacked by something." Miles exclaimed dramatically. "Nigga shut up" Milo huffed. "oh? this is true?" you asked Milo playing dumb, milo rolled his eyes at you but couldn't even hold back his smile. "Literally look at him cheesin mad hard" You and miles began to laugh. "So big bro when am I gonna meet this girl?" Miles asked putting his arm around Milos shoulder.

"You aint" milo replied taking his others halfs arm off of his shoulder. "bro, WHY? stop tryna be mysterious cuz your not that guy" miles folded his arms, "you must be confused, because i am HIM" miles replied.

you stood there with the most puzzled look on your face. "whatever" you said walking away from their nonsense. As you had opened the door to the Morales home, Ms. Morales greeted you. "Hey dear, where are the boys?" she asked while she was cleaning the table.

"On the rooftop arguing about who knows what" you replied, rubbing your temples as if you had a headache. she sighed before making her way over to you and wrapping you in her arms. "Youre the only one who keeps me sane" she said patting your head and you giggled at her "There not THAT bad" you said before letting go, she gave you a knowing look before you laughed again.

"I'm gonna be in the boy's room if you need me" you turned and walking away hearing an "okay dear" behind you. You walked in the room sitting on Milos bed scrolling through your phone for a couple of minutes before hearing someone one come in. "mi amor" miles sighed before flopping on top of you. "Ugh Milos get OFF!" you groaned as the man was crushing your windpipe. "Missed you ma, you didn't miss me?" he asked while peppering your face with kissed.

"How could i not miss my big baby?" your fake pout at him while he rolls his eyes, getting off of you, before you could say anything Milos lips were on yours with his hand cupping your cheek, you squeal from shock but nonetheless kiss him back with the same passion, now having your hands around him arms before pulling apart. As you open your eyes you see that Milos eyes are wide open from shock, you turn to see what he is looking at only to see his family staring back at you.

Sorry for the rushed ending, took all my brainpower to see how this would play out~ purin🤎🫶🏽

[cxyotl]

after reading some more stuff on the qsmp discourse i got one thing to say. you mfs crying for quackity to get deplatformed bc hes not interacting with dream anymore are insane. for many reasons but a few specifically come to mind

1. you do not know the nature of drm and quackity’s relationship. you do not know these ppl. yall are just as bad as dnf shippers, reading into the personal lives of two grown ass men yall aint even know.

2. it’s completely normal for a person to stop interacting with someone after finding out shady shit abt them. whether its true or not, those kinds of accusations are sometimes enough to break contact w ppl bc its better to be safe than sorry, especially in this industry.

3. nobody owes anyone jackshit. no explanations, no apologies, no contact. i bet some yall dont even remember roscripts bc of how quackity handled that. and frankly, that was the best way of handling it. stopping contact w ppl who are even potentially fucked up makes things easier for all parties in the long run. it aint “pushing it under the rug”, its being responsible. dealing with private shit PRIVATELY.

4. that said, dream is making things worse by making public posts about shit that does not concern us in the least. if he wants advice, he can go to his friends. not us. we are not his friends. YOU are not his friend. getting mad on his behalf bc quackity isnt talking to him anymore is doing nothing in the long run.

5. dreams been in these doxxing situations before. i see no difference between now and the hundreds of previous times. quackity didnt cause these doxxes because of an smp. that sucks that dreams family is getting targeted, genuinely, but frankly that is also a private matter to be handled privately. you should never admit to MILLIONS of ppl how scared you are or how much danger youre in bc of a doxx, because that creates a bigger target on your back. the mfs who are bored enough to doxx him are just getting satisfied with how well their tactics are working.

thats all ig. no more comments from me 👍

[guesst]

kirio x iruma s1 fake dating au where kirio finds iruma napping in a classroom somewhere, maybe outside. the other 2 in the love trio r also just lying there n its a group nap and like. kirio knows iruma is human atp. and blame it on the lovely weather or something but iruma looks very soft and squishy under that tree. and his goonies are also equally as unaware as iruma. nobody would stop kirio until it was too late. so. he could take the opportunity right. he could be sooo quiet about it. just a little tiny little bite no one would know n he could totally run away if iruma started waking up right. haha yeah theres nothing wrong with it iruma is just too squishy hahah

so yeah right as hes bending over iruma iruma wakes up and is like uhh kirio senpai.. wyd… and kirio panics cus like there aint no way he can play this off without an explanation so he’s like uhh well sorry iruma my feelings got to string for a moment and iruma is like huhwha and kirio is like yeah sorry i was gonna. kiss u. and then the other two wake up — in time to hear that — and azz immediately kills him.

note: i forgot this was a fake dating au lets pretend azz failed to kill him. anyway both hear kirio’s ‘confession’ and attempt to kill him and iruma is like wait hold up stop killing him!! stop killing kirio senpai. anyway kirio senpai you couldve just asked yk and then kirio ends up in a relationship with iruma and the whole time he is swinging between HAHAHAHA FREE ACCESS TO IRUMA’S NECK and OH LAWD IN HELL WHAT HAVE I DONE because now he has to hold irumas hand but! hold on!! why does he like holding irumas hand—

[nightmaremonarch]

finally made a william design im happy with!!!! design explanations beeelloowww!! beeteedubs if you want to check out my other redesigns ive done, i got circus baby, funtime foxy, funtime freddy, and ballora!!

unlike the sister location designs i aint got much to say about this one!! i like to think will’s a sharp featured, put together man. definitely outwardly charismatic!! how would he be able to keep a business for children going if he wasn’t a little silly??

i kinda combined elements from matthew lillard afton and books afton? so. glasses n stubble. he’d probably prefer to be freshly shaven, but who has time for that!!! not mr “i got murder robots to build!”

as the timeline progresses, i feel like will would get progressively less caring of his appearance. more stubble, messy hair, darker clothes… his priorities have changed.

another thing id like to add is about his smile!!! william has a very distinct smile in pretty much any way he’s depicted. i needed to!! keep that!!!! i also like to think the smile runs in the family. eliz and michael deffo have that stupid gummy smile. (cc did NOT get the Afton Smile(TM))

anywho. That’s all!!! Let me know if you want to see any other characters designed or redesigned!! I love input from u guys,,,,,

[mstophattii]

a silly little theory about TF2 and its team's !!

Sooo, i was playin some TF2 yesterday, and i stopped to think about somethin: "how the fuck are there multiple of the same mercs?", "how the fuck are there 2 soldiers, both being on opposing teams?", "why the fuck does my team have 8 spies?" well, i think i've figured it out !! So, lets get into it!

THE CLONE THEORY SORTA SUCKS, ACTUALLY

look, i know clones can be cool, and they make sense in the world of TF2, but cmon, its kinda lame. But i got something better. There arent multiple of the same mercs in each team, or in opposing teams. Why? The game aint canon. I know this sounds wild, but i have proof. In the catch up comic, saxton hale himself refers to Team Fortress 2 as a dramatized version of the actual events of the gravel wars.

now, im not saying the mercs arent crazy or wacky, i do firmly believe they are indeed like that, but that means that shit like the unnarmed combat aint canon. And it also means that multiple of the same mercs dont necessarily exist, which means that it could be just our nine main boys fighting each other without like, 7 engineers on the same team. Alrighty, the clone theory's solved, right? Aw shit, it aint.

ABOUT THE TEAM SWAPS:

aw shit, the theory's over, right? Nuh uh. I have something that might explain it.

the mercs constantly switch teams.

i know, it sounds sorta nuts, BUT, i got a theory. RED and BLU constantly try to steal the other team's mercenaries. "the fuck you mean by that?" well, i sorta like to think that the RED mercs constantly receive letters from BLU saying that if they join BLU they'll get a salary three times bigger than the one that they get from RED. And the same thing applies for the mercs on BLU, but with letters coming from RED instead. So, we got that figured out, the mercs constantly switch teams because they want a higher salary.

Now lets address the elephant in the room, the "meet the team" trailers.

THE MEET THE TEAM VIDEOS ARE PROPAGANDA FOR THE PEOPLE OF BADWATER.

I mean, thats pretty much confirmed. Look at this:

but you may wonder: "then how the fuck does shit like meet the medic happen, cause like, yknow, that scene with a fucking horde of soldiers trynna kill medic and heavy" well, this may sound like a stretch, but since its propaganda, i believe engineer could have done some wacky shit to create shit like that. I've got 2 explanations:

explanation number 1: engineer did some wacky as fuck shenanigans to create those hordes of enemies.

as the title says, since engineer is a very, very, very smart little fella, he could've just done some wacky computer magic to create the soldiers present in meet the medic, and by wacky computer magic i mean he just edited the movie to include those soldiers with CGI or some shit like that. (i know tf2 happens in 1969, but if engineer can build a fucking teleporter then he can do CGI)

explanation number 2: ROBOTS !!!!!

this one is ten times more flawed than the first one, but since engi is a very smart little dwarf, he could've just built robots that would act and look like solly and would also try to kill medic and heavy.

THE RESPAWN ROOM:

so, this one is more up to your choice, but i do consider respawning canon. "how tho?" you might ask? I have 0 fucking clue, maybe some teleporter and australium shenanigans?? I dunno man. But thats up to ya!

THE END:

thank you so much for reading this! I spent like, an hour making this, and please forgive me for my shitty english, its not my first language. Please reblog (if you want, of course!), and if you have any criticism or questions just drop a comment talking about it and i'll try to answer it! thank you so much for reading!